Continued from: X

“Ouchie. Someone’s been working out.” Kenny mutters, rubbing his shoulder as he took in his sister’s appearance. Things had certainly changed hadn’t they? He wondered what else at changed, if anything. 

Kenny had picked up some work in a garage while Saf was off recording. It wasn’t so he could have money, but so he could have something to do while the redhead was off recording. Thankfully, since he didn’t have to do this to put food on the table, he was able to make his own hours.

Today, however, he had a head gasket that had taken him a little longer than expected and he was running behind. Entering their bedroom as he stripped off his overalls, he spotted Saf wearing one of his shirts. Smiling at his husband, he said, “I didn’t think I was gone long enough for you to miss me.”

Things had been so hectic with recording lately that Saf wasn’t sure he knew the difference between day and night, let alone his clothes and Kenny’s. What he did know was this shirt looked clean when he picked it up off the floor too early this morning and it had a comforting scent that he refused to admit was his husband’s. But the end of the day, he liked the way the worn fabric fit, even if Kenny seemed to keep infiltrating his thoughts whenever the music stopped.

i will bring the karen ^^

There was a pause as Mina turned around in the pale morning light and looked back at her bed mate. It had been a fun night—not that she ever really had a chance to do anything for fun really—and she really wouldn’t mind bringing it into the next day. Crawling back into bed, she smiled at the man there and said, “If you can promise another round like last night, I’ll happily come back to bed.”

             Since he first knew what it meant to hook up, he’d been shameless. Freddie liked sex and the only thing he liked more than sex was convenient sex. Nothing, in his mind, was more convenient that a beautiful woman already in his bed who he could convince into a second go around. Maybe even a third or fourth if she was hot enough. Mina was worth at least a third time’s a charm effort and he was feeling rather charming that morning. “I wouldn’t ask you to come back if I couldn’t,” he replied, gently tugging her back on top of him.

His least favorite part of tour was hotel rooms. He could cope, usually, with the raging crowds and the occasional bar fights. He could stomach prying interview questions. But what he couldn’t handle at the end of a long day, was being alone with himself. On the bus there was always someone around and it comforted Harry. Even if they weren’t talking to each other he felt safe in their company. When they got hotel rooms Harry was always left alone and it was the perfect setting for his anxiety to get the better of him. What if something terrible happened? How would anyone know to come looking for him?

//Hi! I’m tickled pink that you base your headcanons on my fic ^^