✎ You’re an Archangel! ✎ CW: Swearing (self-explanatory), Horniness, Repetitive texts, OOC, Intended MLM, etc.

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Today’s a great Friday night, the only day at best when you could actually get off work.

Somehow, Adam has convinced you to meet at his house to do… in his words, ”Netflix ‘n’ Chill”.

You reluctantly agreed, and now both of you are sitting on his couch as you took turns on pressing the currently overused remote.

Why? Adam mostly picked sex movies while you chose the true crime documentaries.

The night was peaceful overall, if you ignore Adam’s demeanor.

You could sometimes hear the tranquil sounds of the crickets and maybe even birds chirping as they try to salvage on the earthworms within the ground. The indistinctive laughing from the neighboring houses of the other winners made the Friday night as of now to be more lively than it should’ve been.

You were knocked out of your daze when Adam whined again, a quiet yet already irked sigh coming from your mouth.

”Ya know what? Fuck this crap. Just choose the ‘Devil of the New Orleans’ shit that you oh-so-desperately wanted to fuckin’ watch. I don't even know what 'cha see in that radio twink anyways..." Adam grumbled as he was slumped and slouched into the silvery couch with his arms rested behind his head.

There were blankets chaotically littered around the couch’s backrest and on the floor, along with the three buckets of popcorn (two of them were his) on the also disorganized tabletop. There were even posters of Adam’s rock band on the walls!

To you, this was mundane and pretty much sullied for the First Man himself, but it’s not like you could ever change his mind on the way he ‘arranges’ his belongings.