When twenty-eight-year-old Sebastian Stan scores a huge role for Marvel's newest superhero origin movie, secretly dedicated to his best friend's cute obsession with the comics, both Sebastian and (y/n) meet "some guy" from Boston and (y/n) falls in...
If you ever saw me on the street, or so much as sneaked a curious glance into the new house with boxes strewn all over the driveway, you would most probably say 'oh, it's the new average single mom next door and her two obviously gay best friends who are in love with each other'.
It is.
It's true, that was me, my oh-so-helpful pair of twin nephews and one of my boyfriend's fresh one-year-old baby nephew, his brother, and his brother's lover.
Scott and Aiden are helping me move in the new house we were moving into today; and when I mean move in, I mean me, Sebastian, who naturally lived with me, and Chris, who is finally moving in with us as a couple.
A couple.
We were... boyfriend-girlfriend-boyfriend.
I feel brand new; this amazing, refreshing rush of moving into a house, an almost fully furnished house, a rent-to-own on a secluded, safe part of LA, one bought with the money I worked hard for, one I was about to share with not one— but two of the most important people in my life at the moment.
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Not that... not that Scott and Aiden didn't know I was finally– that we all were... uh, dating. Actually, Aiden didn't know. Scott already knew, I don't know if Scott told Aiden, but that's their thing...
"I'm sorry, you ordered me a what?" I asked, hoisting Miles up higher, trying to get him to calm down while I stared at Scott and Aiden, who had their hands behind their backs like little kids caught red handed on the playground.
I was upstairs in the master bedroom because of the noise going back and forth from the study by the kitchen, where I was organizing. Scott and Aiden are amazing with their hands, having set up IKEA furniture like the smartasses they were, but it was the loud stomping and laughter that did it for me, as if the two adults were rummaging around and roughhousing each other. And here they are with a fully assembled desk and bed, the mattress leaning against the wall opposing the door.
"A California king bed." Scott grinned with excitement, his voice going a higher key at the very last word.
"Say that again without the lingering Rihanna voice impression."
Scott huffed, arms motionless on his sides, shoulders droopy. "A. California. King bed."
"Thank you. And, I magically have a California king bed because?"
"Makes sex more fun— OW!"
"What's sex?" Robin asked, coming up from behind Aiden with a screwdriver in hand, a little yellow Bob the Builder hat on his head. I blinked, having not seen him earlier before taking his hand and leading him out.
"Okay... uh, sex, is... the medical physical representation of your gender honey," I smiled at him sweetly before, shoving him out of the room to go and 'find his brother' who I knew was trailing behind Chris and Sebastian on the driveway. "You two are serious trouble. I'm not giving them that talk!"
