This is a bit different from my other one-shots. This is part contains multiple drabbles, aka, one-shots that were to short and simple for me to want to post on their own. There are three in this part that can work in the same universe or alone. The POV is the same throughout all three as well.

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one

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The sun shone nearly straight down on the two of us. There was hardly any shade covering us, and under any normal circumstances, we probably would've been too hot to even be out here. However, the breeze was cool enough for me to keep the brunette close. That, and the lack of space we were allowed in the first place.

I couldn't even remember whose idea it was to buy a hammock. On second thought, it was most likely Mitch. He loved relaxing whenever we had an ounce of free time, so buying one truly wasn't a surprise. What ended up being a nice surprise though was how well it tied the whole backyard together. The half closest to the house consisted of a short deck off of the back of the house and a pool just a handful of steps beyond there. The other half consisted of green grass, and as of recent, this hammock, half of which was fastened to an oak tree in the far corner of the fenced in backyard. The yard had been fairly empty as we hadn't had many people to use it, which I hoped would change sooner than later. I smiled at the thought, but his beautiful voice broke me away from my trance.

"Get me a grape."

Beautiful, if slightly demanding voice.

I narrowed my eyes, then turned to look at the boy. His eyes were still on the sky, but I could tell with the tone of his voice that he was plenty serious. I looked over towards the wooden bench that surrounded the tree, then reached for the basket that I knew was sitting on it. My first attempt to grab ahold of the grapes didn't work whatsoever, and instead only caused the hammock to sway. And even that didn't go unnoticed.

"Don't tip us over."

"I would never." At least not purposely. But with his torso half on top of mine and our legs intertwined, the possibility of that happening wasn't that far-fetched. I went for the basket a second time and felt a small twinge of victory as I grabbed onto the cluster of grapes. I carefully broke one off of the stem, then brought it above his head. He opened his mouth and I chuckled before feeding it to him. He groaned lowly barely a second later and moved his head off my shoulder and further onto my arm.

"Fuck, that tastes good." I shook my head and tried to fight a smile.

"You're too much."

"You love it though."

"I guess you're right."

I kept my eyes on the brunette, watching him keep his eyes above us. Eventually, they slipped closed, and I then diverted my attention to his chest as it rose and fell rhythmically. His eyes fluttered back open after a few more deep breaths, and--

"Get me another grape."

I rolled my eyes but continued to stare at him. I was sure he expected me to go get him one, but instead, I used my free arm to reach over towards him. I placed my hand on his jaw, then carefully tugged on it to get him to turn my way. For some reason, his eyes looked lighter when they met mine, half of which I credited to a fond look he was wearing right now, one that I adored being on the receiving end of.

I couldn't help but I was surge forward then to claim his lips in mine. I could feel him instantly melt into the kiss which was everything I could have asked for in the moment. The taste of grape was still obvious, even though I was getting a very little taste of him. As if he could read my mind, he attempted to come closer and deepen the kiss; however, I didn't let him. I pulled back right as he did so, which caused him to chase after my lips.

I had a smile etched on my face when I opened my eyes, which was in contrast to his parted lips that showed just a bit of red. Then again, I had no doubt that mine were in a similar shape. His eyes were glossed over, still with a look of fondness, but now meshed with something that I couldn't quite but my finger on.

"Please?"

I couldn't tell what he was begging for, but I was more than willing to give him anything he wanted.

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two

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I watched the clock on my phone, making a note of how each minute seemed to go slower than the last. I allowed my eyes to slip close once again, and as much as I wanted to leave them like that, I forced them back open. I glanced back at my phone, then sighed deeply as the same time appeared.

I wanted to sleep, I truly did. But he was gonna be home any second now. I had to wait.

That being said, I sat up in the bed, trying anything at this point to make myself more awake. If anything, it made me more tired. All I wanted to do was fall back down onto the mattress. As if on cue, I yawned loudly, which caused me to almost miss the faint sound of a door opening. Initially, I assumed I was hearing things, but then I caught a glimpse of a shadow on the hardwood floors. I knew that keeping a light or two on in the main area of the house would help me out as well as him.

A couple of deep breaths later, the brunette boy I had missed so dearly came through the doorway. He glanced towards the bed, but quickly turned back to his suitcases. He set them next to the closet door; however, he paused, then spun back around to face me.

"Scotty?" I smiled as I saw his face light up. I could just barely see the outline of his dimples, but even with just this one look at him, I was more than happy that I stayed up to see him.

"Hi, angel."

"What on Earth are you doing up?"

"Missed you. Wanted to see you."

"Couldn't wait until morning?" I shook my head, which caused a small, lopsided grin to show up on his face. He turned back to his bags, but I had no clue what he planned on doing with them at the moment. I didn't care what he was going to do, I was just plenty content with him being back. I closed my eyes, but much like he did a minute or so earlier, I did a double take, finally taking in what he was wearing.

"Mitch?" He looked over his shoulder at me.

"Yeah?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Um," he paused to look down at his legs. "Sweatpants?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just..."

"I wasn't about to wear jeans on an early morning plane ride home."

"Its midnight."

"Ten in the morning for me, sweetheart."

"Come 'ere." He raised an eyebrow, and I was sure that under normal circumstances he would have rolled his eyes and ignored me. However, something about tonight was different. He crawled up onto the bed without much hesitation, then sat himself down on my thighs. I placed my hands on the area right above his knees, then slowly ran my hands up to his hips. I squeezed them gently before moving them back down.

"You look so fuckin' good."

"Sweatpants, Scott." I didn't know if I could've cared less at the moment. "You think these look good? You should see some of the things I got." I had seen them. I was practically all over each picture Mitch had posted to his instagram. And while I adored him in every outfit, seeing him wear sweatpants and having him in my arms was more important. And those two things were certainly giving me even more ideas.

"Not now. Sleep with me."

"I'm not tired though. You can sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up."

"I'll stay up then."

"You're practically falling asleep right now."

"Nuh uh." I glanced up at him only to see him with an eyebrow raised. I knew he would still be here in the morning, but that was besides the point. I wanted him to keep wearing his sweatpants and for him to slide under the covers and stay with me until I fell asleep.

"I don't care. Come cuddle me." I maintained eye contact with him, trying to beg as best as I could without saying a word. Right when I thought he'd cave, he did the near polar opposite and pushed me down onto the bed. The action instantly got me wondering if he had some other grand plan that I'd need to prepare myself for. Instead he climbed off of my lap, and after a bit of shuffling around, he laid down on his side right next to me. I rolled over as quickly as I could, then threw an arm over his waist. I smirked as I felt him come closer until there was absolutely no space in between us. I wasn't sure how long it took for me to fall asleep, but when I did, I was positive that it was with a smile on my face.

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three

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I couldn't believe the luck that the two of us had. Or the lack thereof.

It was only a matter of days now before Mitch and I would be on a packed up and on a plane to perform in some city in the midwest. While we excited to do a few more shows this year, we weren't thrilled that our a/c unit had to break down right before we left. Mitch simply wanted to ignore that fact and deal with it when we came back a month later, but I knew he'd hate coming back to that.

"Its so fuckin' hot," I groaned. I didn't have to look at Mitch or hear a word from him to know that he was agreeing with me.

In the meantime, while we were waiting for a repairman to come to our house, the two of us were doing absolutely nothing. We had found a spot on the cool hardwood floor that the sun hadn't touched and set up camp there. I only had on a tank top and shorts, but even that was way more clothes than what the boy was wearing. Because of that, Mitch seemed to be feeling the effects of the heat way less than I did. It also probably didn't help that I had a strangely furry hairless cat on my stomach.

"Oh my god, just take it off."

I glanced over at the boy, who now had an arm draped over his eyes. For some reason I couldn't put my finger on, he sounded overly annoyed and completely done with the day. Then again, I had been the one complaining the most. And then again, I was the one wearing the most clothes. I suppose I could've taken off my clothes too. Besides the fact that someone would be over later, there was no reason for me to keep them on right now.

I slowly sat up, letting the cat have plenty of a chance to leap off of my stomach. I took off the tank top once I was upright, throwing it onto a nearby chair. After that, I stood up to take off the last main article of clothing. I pushed my shorts of quickly, kicking them onto the chair as well. I then sighed, wondering what to do next. The boy still had on his boxers, which gave me enough of a reason to keep mine on. But then again, he said to take it off. Just as I had come up with my decision and reached for the waistband of my boxers, I was interrupted.

"What the fuck?"

I quickly looked to Mitch, who at some point had taken his arm off of his eyes. No matter how much I tried to, I couldn't place the look he was giving me which only made me grow more confused.

"You said--"

"Honey, I meant Wyatt." I opened my mouth to shoot back a response, until I realized that his interpretation made much more sense.

"You're ridiculous," he said. He then rolled his eyes and covered his face with his hands. I crossed the room at that point, headed right for him. I got onto the floor next to him, but quickly changed my mind gently laid down half on top of him. I barely put any weight down on top of him, but it was enough to get him to protest.

"Get off me!"

"What's the magic word?"

"You asshole!" I laughed loudly as he continued to struggle in my hold. He managed to get a hand up and tried to push against my shoulder; however, I barely budged. It took him a few more minutes to stop fighting; and when he finally did, I wrapped an arm around him, then rolled us over so I was laying on my back. Once he was completely on top of me, he brought his hand down and quickly hit my chest.

"Ow," I complained.

"Are you done?"

"It depends," I said, running my hands up his thighs.

"It depends on wh-- no. Absolutely not," he replied, finally taking notice of where my hands were going.

"Why not?"

"Its like a million degrees in here already. I don't need you getting into my pants and making it any worse."

"Well your pants are already off, so--" I was cut off by another slap.

"You're ridiculous," he repeated, but this time with a hint of a smile.

"You love me though." Mitch finally smirked and I took the opportunity to reach up and place my hand on the back of his neck. I tugged downwards, smiling as well when he complied and came closer. Our faces were only a few inches away when we were cut off by the sound of the doorbell ringing. We both turned to look at the door, and he glanced back down at me just a moment later.

"I'll love you twice as much if you go get the door."