You were sitting on the couch and reading a book. The house was relatively quiet, which was nice for a change. The men who still refused to show their faces to you were usually either yelling at each other or for you to come. Everything was calm until you heard the creaking of the stairs, and down came... oh no.

“Y/N!” Sid called. He was holding bags with God knows what.

I have a suggestion! “He walked up and dumped the contents of the bags on the floor. It was clothes.