Soulmates

Official

"What is it?" You ask. You already know what it is, but you need confirmation, and them telling you themselves, is a big step. They need to do this. They need to tell you. So you don't let on that oeuvre already picked up on it. You let them.

"While you were gone, Steve and I talked a lot..." He smiles and looks to Steve for Steve to continue. "We talked about how we felt and we talked about what we were to each other. And we finally figured it out." Steve says, smiling at Bucky.

They lock hands and you can't help but smile. They really loved each other. And they were finally ready to admit it and not be ashamed. "I guess, long story short, Steve is my boyfriend." Both of their eyes light up and you can't help but get emotional.

They finally found themselves. "And Bucky is mine." Steve says. They both grab your hands with their free ones, you're basically making a little circle with all your hands holding each others. "Obviously, were your boyfriends too, that goes without saying,"

"But we're already official with you. Now, Steve and I are official too. We're finally a proper...what was it you had called it before?" Bucky looks at you with the biggest cheesy smile on his face and you chuckle. "A throuple."

"Yea that's it. So. Yea. That's our news. What do you think." His smile slightly fades and he gets a bit nervous, you give both their hands a reassuring squeeze and smile even bigger if that's possible.

"I think that's amazing. And I'm so glad you both figured it out. I love both of you so much. And I think this week as been really good for all of us. But I do not want to spend anymore time away form the two of you anytime soon."

They both look relieved and smile. Both laughing with you as you joke. "Neither do we. And nothing is changing either, this is how we were before, we're just putting a label on it."

"Something is changing though." They both look at you confused. "What?" Steve asks. At this point they've let go of your hands and you're all sitting on the edge of the bed together.

You're sitting between them looking between both of them. "You're not afraid." They still look at you confused. "You're accepting who you are. And you're not ashamed of it. You're being yourselves"