Steven Grant / Marc Spector (Fandom High)

Steven and Llewellyn had gone out for dinner since doing so meant that much less to clean. Back home, full of delicious pasta and all right bread (Llewellyn's was much better, in Steven's opinion), the rest of date night would be watching a movie.

Or attempting to watch. They did make good attempts.

No snacking in the living room, unfortunately, but that didn't preclude Steven getting into comfortable sweats for easier cuddling while they sat on the couch.

"What are you in the mood for?" Steven asked. He pet Raphael, who had curled up on the armrest beside him. "Comedy, perhaps?"

[for the beau]

It was a busy day all things considered. Steven and Llewellyn went out for Chinese food for lunch, making sure to bring back some of Marc's favorite things for him to enjoy later.

Then at sundown the first night of Hanukkah began. They kept dinner simple, given the big lunch. As was typical, Steven and Llewellyn mostly took care of the observances with Marc only being glimpsed in reflections if one was paying close attention (and knew better than to indicate he'd been noticed).

Then Steven and Llewellyn retired to the living room. It wasn't terribly cold out but there was a fire going in the fireplace all the same. The nights ahead were going to be busy, so they'd decided to exchange presents that evening.

Steven put three wrapped gifts for Llewellyn down on the coffee table - two from him, one from Marc. There was also a wrapped gift for Raphael.

"Ready when you are," Steven said, once that was done.

[for the beau]

Upon getting home from their lovely holiday, Steven and Llewellyn had been confronted with a cat who demanded to know, in the loudest meows possible, where they'd been and how were they going to make up for abandoning him so cruelly.

(He'd had a sitter, he'd been fine. It was the principle of the thing, in Raphael's opinion.)

So there was petting and treats and in general a desire to simply be home, enjoying each other and their space.

Which meant quickly dealing with luggage and then getting comfortable with all three of them on the living room couch together with delivered Greek food for dinner.

The Greek food being for Steven and Llewellyn, much to Raphael's disappointment.

"It was a good holiday, I thought," Steven said.

[for the beau]

Steven and Llewellyn had gone over to the mainland as per usual for their Saturdays. Upon coming home, Llewellyn had done his usual of a bit of baking, then heading into the library to practice piano for a while.

Llewellyn's tendency to get lost in his playing meant that Steven had the chance to do something slightly unusual, which was to sneak into the kitchen and get going on making a nice dinner for the two of them.

It was involved and required a fair amount of juggling of tasks and time. But Steven felt he could make at least a fairly good go of it and if it wasn't completely ready by the time Llewellyn was done practicing, he knew Llewellyn wouldn't judge him for it.

At least most of them had options for keeping warm until everything was ready to serve? Also there was Raphael sitting on one of his kitty shelves keeping an eye on things. Cat supervision was very important, after all.

The only one left was Llewellyn, when he was done.

[for the piano practicing person when he is done]

It was going to be a warm day out. But that didn't affect the attractiveness of sleeping in on a Sunday morning.

Climate control meant that it was still a nice temperature for staying curled up under blankets. And if that could be done while also curling up next to the man you loved, why not take advantage of that?

All of which was to say that Steven was currently in bed, asleep, with his arms around Llewellyn.

Raphael was curled up at the foot of the bed. Because he too agreed it was nice to have a late morning sometimes. Even if that meant breakfast wasn't being served yet.

[for the beau]

When Steven and Llewellyn had gotten up that morning to head over to the mainland, Llewellyn was still a bit under the weather. When Llewellyn then fell asleep while halfway through attempting to button his shirt, Steven had intervened and realized that not only did Llewellyn have a headache but was also running a light fever.

Plans for the day cancelled, Steven put Llewellyn right back into bed to get some rest.

Come lunchtime, Steven wanted to do more than that. So he left Llewellyn under the watchful eye of Raphael while Steven went down into the kitchen. Steven put together some soup along with cups of tea and slices of bread for him and Llewellyn.

Steven carefully placed everything on a tray and carried it upstairs, once again thinking a lift would be handy for moments like this when he was worried about spilling.

He made it upstairs without incident though. He entered the bedroom quietly, not wanting to startle Raphael or Llewellyn if either of them were deeply asleep.

[NFB. for the jerk going to SDCC poor sick beau who was modded with permission]

Steven and Llewellyn had gone over to the mainland as was their usual habit. Then back home for other usual affairs.

In Llewellyn's case that had been baking and then practicing piano. In Steven's case that had been curling up on the couch in the living room to write in his journal with the intent to perhaps move on to more creative writing later.

Which Steven had tried to do, truly. But each time he started he found himself hitting a wall. His thoughts kept coming back to the weekend, this weekend, and what it entailed.

Steven had been oblivious, actually. But things on the mainland - talking to people, store window displays, and the like - had reminded him.

Father's Day. Tomorrow.

Eventually Steven gave up. He put his notebook, pen, and glasses on the coffee table and laid down on the couch. He closed his eyes. Not because he felt tired, more he wanted to shut out the world for a bit.

Raphael came over and, perhaps sensing Steven's mood was off, curled up on his chest and started purring.

The two of them would be like that for a while. Until they were interrupted.

[NFB. for the beau. warning for talk of parent death and child abuse]

After a week of party preparation and then cleanup and recovery after said party, it was nice to have a day dedicated to nothing too taxing.

As such, Steven and Llewellyn made their usual trip over to the mainland in the morning, returning in the afternoon. Then spent the day puttering about the house until it was time for dinner.

Dinner was delivered Greek food which was laid out on the coffee table in the living room. Steven and Llewellyn were sat on the couch, Steven tucked up against Llewellyn's side, with Raphael curled up in kitty croissant mode on the remaining seat.

"This hits the spot," Steven said. He offered up one of his stuffed grape leaves to Llewellyn. "All of it."

[for the beau]

After their usual time spent on the mainland, there was nothing for it but to go home and confront the task of cleaning. To be honest they should've started this a while ago but, well, things had gotten a bit busy. Trying to clean the home top to bottom from crumbs wasn't exactly a task that was easily accomplished with little ones running about.

On the plus side this year did have some advantages. The ability to use Midnight to temporarily lock things away was certainly handy. But that did still involve separating out what could be stored and what was best given to others. So they were starting there and would tackle the more labor intensive tasks after.

"Everything open we'll give to the boarding house, we're in agreement there?" Steven asked as he put en empty cardboard box onto the kitchen counter for them to start putting things in.

[for the beau]

Regardless of what was happening around the island, Steven had needed no help to say that if there were freshly baked chocolate cupcakes on offer he would very much like some.

Which was why, after dinner, Steven had decamped to the living room with Raphael and some sodas while Llewellyn took care of the snacks. Steven settled on the couch, One seat available for Llewellyn, the other taken up by a likely soon to be napping cat, and turned on the TV to see what options were available to them for movie watching.

"All sorts of new selections, looks like," Steven called out. "Suppose from the start of the month."

[for the beau, nfb please]