Look, there are a thousand thousand reasons you should watch EVE 150, but if you want to see a genuinely epic 25 minute tag team match with four women giving everything they've got, you need to watch EVE 150 so you can see LALLIE (Lana Austin & Hollie Barlow) v French Art (JGU & Corey Zero)
Alex/Luke/Willie domestic fluff. Maybe breakfast in bed?
Thank you darling!!! Not much breakfast is happening but I hope you like it anyway ♥️
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Alex Mercer has a type and unfortunately that type is very pretty and passionate people whose braincells often take a backseat to whatever idiot scheme has taken over their brains.
Does he love his crazy boyfriends? Absolutely. Does he trust them? Well ...
He tries not to worry but sometimes that's harder than trying not to breathe. Only knowing that they wouldn't deliberately do anything to upset him, especially not today, calms him down enough to be able to leave the house and do the bakery run for breakfast while his boys prepare whatever it is they want to prepare with him out of the apartment.
Maybe it's not such a bad thing to get out and have some quiet alone time and exercise. He knows he'll appreciate Luke and Willie and their exuberance all the more once he gets back.
Unless they've burned the house down.
At least the weather conditions are less than ideal for house burning, with soft drops of rain landing on his head as he hurries off to the bakery, though a bit more sunshine would have been nice. Even if the weather fits all too well to the occasion.
*
Alex is juggling the two paper bags filled with rolls and pastries, and his umbrella, while trying to insert his key into the lock, swearing under his breath, when the door is suddenly janked open and Luke and Willie grin excitedly at him, still in their pyjamas.
Nothing smells burned. The scent of fresh coffee wafts down the hallway from the kitchen instead, which is infinitely better, and Alex exhales in relief.
Each boyfriend grabs a bag and leaves a kiss on his cheek before heading of and a soft smile spreads over Alex's face as he kicks off his shoes and places his wallet and keys on the little shelf next to the door, umbrella propped up next to it.
He's about to head towards the kitchen, too, when the boys reappear with trays and the pastry bags.
"I take it we're not having breakfast in the kitchen?"
"Nope!"
Luke grins cheerfully and Willie hooks his arm around Alex's in a daring maneouver that nearly sends their collection of jam jars as well as their plates and cutlery to the floor.
"Okay."
Alex runs his free hand through his damp hair, pushing it out of his face, and lets himself be tugged towards their bedroom. Which looks ... different.
He stops abruptly in the doorway and only Willie's quick reflexes save the tray and its contents this time.
"I ... what?"
Alex can only stare, mouth hanging open, trying to make sense of what he sees.
Luke shoots him a worried look before glancing around and then finally placing his tray on the floor before stepping up to Alex.
"Okay, so ... remember how you said you wished you could just stay in bed all day when this day comes? Well, Willie and I talked it over and we can't see any reasonable reason why you can't."
"No reasonable reason, eh? Remind me, why do we let you write our songs?" Alex chuckles but the words come out strangled and raspy, his throat suddenly tight.
Luke scoffs and rolls his eyes.
Willie nudges his side.
"We can't change that your parents are assholes but we can remind you that they are wrong and that we love you and will always take good care of you."
There's nothing but love in his eyes and Alex knows it's on Luke's face too, nodding enthusiastically in his periphery, as he leans over to kiss Willie firmly on his lips. When he comes out of the kiss, Luke is already there and so Alex doesn't even have to disentangle himself from Willie's arm before being able to kiss his other boyfriend.
It's been a year since his parents broke off all contact. They'd never been happy with his sexuality, tried to ignore it as long as they could. They pretended his relationship with Luke was nothing more than friendship for the longest time. But then they had added Willie into the mix. And dating two boys was apparently too much for his parents to handle.
But Willie is right. This is right. Him and Luke and Willie.
"I love you," he whispers as soon as there is space enough to breathe.
"We love you too, hotdog," Willie replies softly.
"We do," Luke confirms with another short peck to Alex's lips. "But now you have to check out the epic blanket fort Willie and I built!"
His eyes shine with pride and excitement and Alex can't help but smile.
The boys must have dragged half their furniture into their bedroom so they could attach the blankets and table cloths to them around the bed, creating a large cave. Alex spots their vaccum cleaner and broom enlisteded as sentries at the 'door,' every string of fairy lights they possess distributed around the space, and fully expects every cushion they have waiting for them inside.
It's going to be hell to tidy all that up again.
But he has never loved his boys more.
"It looks amazing!" he breathes, making sure to let both of them see the sincerity in his face and smiles at the proud looks they wear. He deliberately forbids himself to think about structural fort integrity and crumbs between the sheets as he gently pulls away from Willie and walks around the fort until he can peek inside.
It's the most comfortable blanket fort he's ever seen. And his boys built it just for him!
He looks back at them, grin stretching his lips wide.
"Guess I should change back into my pyjamas, too, huh?"
*
He has dreaded this day for weeks. It's one of the best ones he's ever had. And Alex Mercer's type is pretty and passionate people who love and care about him and he feels the luckiest person alive that he's found two of them.
