#zimbryce

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just dug this photo up & i finally understand what the teens mean when they say they’re feeling feral

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uhhhhhhh

bryce panic has me DESPERATE for soft shit so - au where ryan owns god’s cutest little bakery n makes shit like this all day, & bryce is the big bulky bad bitch who owns the flower shop across the street & he fucken grows them all himself and like,, beekeeps and shit. and ryan keeps leaving boujee baked goods on bryce’s doorstep bc he’s got a crush & at first bryce thinks its like,, a threat? or a challenge or whatever? bc he’s stupid & he thinks theyre like,, competing for business or whatever, idk just go with it. so in return bryce keeps leaving flowers on ryan’s doorstep & they just keep giving each other nicer & nicer gifts without ever actually talking to each other & ryan’s thinking sweet, he likes me hell yea, whereas bryce is like wtf does this guy WANT from me and yeah theyre just big stupid & eventually actually talk to each other n fall in love n then they do flowers n cakes for weddings together, thanks for coming to my ted talk

ALSO, anthony owns the hipster coffee shop down the street n trea is the overworked college student who keeps showing up to order double shots of espresso & tony keeps tryna flirt but trea’s too fucken exhausted all the time to even process it (mood) aight im done.

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1-10 for bryce and his daddy!

im gonna actually, physically blow up i never get 2 b soft w these two bless you. let’s do some established relationship shit 😤👏

1. Who wakes up first?I’d say Zim does usually, Bryce is a fucking pill to wake up in the morning, he’s one of those 5 separate alarms people, whereas Zim is better at being a morning person, he’ll just sit up n check his phone n keep an arm around Bryce or a hand in his hair until he wakes up.

2. Who wants to stay in bed just a little bit longer?Probably could guess from the last one, but it’s Bryce, he’s a heavy sleeper & generally hates being awake before noon (mood), so when Zim gets him up for early games, he just groans and tries to pull him back down next to him for just 5 more minutes.

3. Who takes longer getting ready?Fucking Bryce omg r u kidding me, u think that hair does itself?? It’s unfortunate really bc, he hates getting up, but also takes 12 years to get ready once he is awake so yeah. They’re late for games (and dates, once Bryce gets cool with that) constantly.

4. When they can’t sleep, what do they do?Bryce can’t sleep a lot, esp after bad games, so one of two things usually happens after that. 1. They fuck. This is usually after games that aren’t too terrible. Zim tires Bryce out, gets his mind off of it, and it puts him to sleep afterwards. 2. Bryce gets mad and yells and screams and Zim lets him go off until he finally gets tired of it, and then pulls him down into his lap and holds him and tells him that he’s gonna be fine, that everything will sort itself out, and Bryce tries to argue, but he’s worn out and fucking sad, so he usually just agrees with him & lets himself be soft for a little bit. And maybe thanks Zim, bc sometimes he really does make him feel better.

5. Who falls asleep while watching a movie?It’s Zim, sometimes Bryce puts on some movie or tv show or something that he truly does not care about, and he tries to pay attention, but he’s getting too old to be up past midnight, so he’ll end up knocking out halfway through. Bryce usually wakes him up though, bc he’s a dick.

6. Who falls asleep last, watching the other one with a small affectionate smile?Ooooh imma say this happens to both of them. If you’re going off that last answer, when Zim falls asleep on the couch with Bryce, there are times when Bryce just gives up on waking him up and instead keeps sneaking looks at him and smiling bc he’s fucking happy he’s actually letting himself do this with him now. On the other hand, sometimes Bryce is so worn out bc he pushes himself too fucking hard and will just fall asleep as soon as they get home, hell, sometimes in the car ride back from the park, and Zim just looks at him with starry eyes bc he can’t believe they actually made it.

7. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?Oh man, idk, I can see Zim dropping some reaaaaaally bad, dad-joke-esque lines that make Bryce reconsider their entire relationship they’re so embarrassing. But when Bryce is feelin a lil Frisky, he’ll sneak up behind him and say the dumbest shit in an attempt to be ~smooth~ or whatever. (Bryce Harper is a big fucking dork & I’ll fight over this)

8. Who gets extremely competitive playing Mario Kart?Bryce is such a competitive bitch omg he will get so headed over that stupid game. And like, he rarely ever loses bc Zim is Bad, these kinds of things are kind of before his time, but when he does win Bryce is yelling and throwing shit while Zim laughs his ass off.

9. Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling?Once again, Bryce Harper is a huge dork and is not smooth in any sense of the word. So sometimes he tries to do the Boyfriend Thing where he opens the door first, bc usually it can get Zim to smile and thank him and maybe kiss him real quick & he lives for that. However, he does just straight up run into the door on more than one occasion, and Zim tries not to laugh but god it’s a good thing Bryce is pretty bc he is not the sharpest, god bless him.

10. Who sets the other’s ringtone to something loud & obnoxious behind their back?Ohmygod I love this question, Zim 100% would do this while Bryce is sleeping. I can see one of two scenarios here. 1. He makes it something suuuper loud and then calls him at like,, 1 am, and then the phone goes off and it scares the shit out of him and Zim sleeps on the couch. 2. Zim changes it to one of many songs about big booties, and then it goes off in public/around the rest of the team, and everyone laughs their asses off at Bryce. Zim has to keep his ego in check somehow.

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welp anyway trea is gonna suck the life out of 2bag's dick 2night bc he played so fucking well, and zim is eating the life out of bryce's ass just bc he looks cute beardless

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mildly angsty bryce/zim under the cut: 

post fuck zim & bryce. it's going on 2 or 3 in the morning. bryce is dead asleep, still naked, facing the wall and snoring lightly. zim is still up long after they've finished, sitting on the edge of the bed. he gets up slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake bryce up. this is partially because he's nice, and partially because he's wants to avoid talking about what just happened. they've been doing this for awhile. they still haven't decided what "this" is.

zim blames that on the fact that he knows their thing terrifies bryce. he's always so worried about his image, how people perceive him, what people are saying about him, how they're talking about him. it'd just be another thing for him to worry about, and he won't do that too him. so zim can't make this anything official, anything real. for bryce's sake. plus, bryce hasn't shown much of an interest in making their "thing" anything more than it has been anyway. he comes to zim when he's had a rough game, or a good game, or just whenever he needs the life fucked out of him, and zim gives him what he needs. bryce doesn't even spend the night half the time, and when he does, he shrugs zim off every time he tries to get near him once they're done. he falls asleep facing away from zim, and is gone before he wakes up in the morning.

it's funny, how distant bryce is afterwards, considering how much he begs to be held and kissed and touched all over while they're fucking.

zim pads into the little kitchen in the hotel room and grabs a ridiculously expensive water bottle out of the little fridge. he's exhausted. he's getting to old for this. the tv is still on with the volume down low, with some infomercial for a cd set humming through the room. it's playing some slow, dreamy song from way before either of their times. zim leans against the counter and drinks slowly, occasionally looking over to where bryce is sleeping, watching his form rise and fall, half under the covers, and trying not to think about the knot in his stomach.

zim takes a sip and the water bottle crinkles. loudly. he hears bryce groan and start moving and he curses to himself.

"sorry" he says quietly. bryce sits up and looks at zim briefly. zim can't meet his gaze, so he just stares at the tv, pretending to be deeply interested in the 60s Greatest Love Songs. he keeps watching as bryce crawls out of bed and puts his boxers back on, feels the knot in his stomach tighten, because he's sure that bryce is gonna leave now that he's fully realized what they've done. again. for what feels like the hundredth time. he still hasn't looked away as bryce walks right towards him, stares at him for a second or two, and then leans against the counter next to them. both of them stare at the tv in the dark room, close enough to feel each other's warmth.

"you know this song or something?" bryce asks, clearly confused by why zim is so engrossed in this dumb fucking commercial.

"how old do you think i am harp?" zim says, completely deadpan, in response. bryce laughs a little and zim can feel a little bit of the tension leave him.

"that's not what I meant" he laughs, and zim can hear the smirk on his face. he's not pissed off, or even scared, as far as zim can tell. so he gets bold. he reaches out and puts his hand on the small of bryce's back. he's still warm from being wrapped up in bed. he hears bryce's breath catch, and panics because zim's /sure/ he's gonna bolt. it's like dealing with a fucking feral cat. but bryce stays staring at the tv and leans into zims touch, inching closer to him. he leans against zim's side, bryce's head on his shoulder and zim briefly thinks that he could die like this. sleepy, in the middle of the damn night, with some stupid love song playing and with a half naked bryce harper pressed up against him. he then realized how fucking dramatic that is and gets over it. bryce adjusts himself against zim, gets comfortable, making it clear that he has no intentions of leaving just yet. so zim gets bolder.

he sets the water bottle down on the counter and snakes an arm around bryce's hips.

"what're you doing man..." bryce says, quietly, nervously as zim gets his other arm around him. he pushes his forehead against bryce's and settles his arms around his waist, hands draping down over his ass. zim manages to make eye contact with him for half a second, and he can see how tired and how scared he is. he's getting sick of seeing him like that if he's honest. zim kisses him lightly. bryce kisses back, but immediately stares down at the floor beneath them when zim pulls away. zim sighs softly and kisses bryce again, this time his forehead, just because it's what's right in front of him, and he feels bryce tense up at how fucking /soft/ it is. he pulls bryce in closer, before he can say anything about leaving, because zim knows he's thinking about it, and reaches up to guide bryce's head into the crook of his neck. he buries his face there, his nose pushed against zim's shoulder, and zim can hear him breathing heavier than he had been before. he keeps bryce close and runs his hand through his hair, holding him there until bryce eventually runs his hands up zim's arms and clings to the front of his t-shirt. zim's surprised he got this far.

the tv is still going in the background, the only noise in an otherwise dead silent room. they both seem to notice it again at the same time, because they both look over at it as the song changes. again, something old, slow. and then zim starts laughing.

"why're you..." bryce looks up, but doesn't get to finish his sentence before zim starts swaying him back and forth a little. bryce's eyes widen, and zim is /sure/ he's pushed it too far now, there's no way he's gonna stand here and fucking /dance/ with him. but bryce just puts his head back where it had been, laying on zim's shoulder, and lets zim lead him.

they don't have any idea what they're doing. bryce steps on zim's toes a couple of times, and they keep falling out of time with the music, because honestly did anyone really expect ryan zimmerman to have any rhythm? eventually, bryce lets go of zim's shirt and wraps an arm up around zim's neck, using his free arm to rub at zim's side, gently ghosting his fingers over his latest injury. and every couple of moments he presses a soft, scratchy kiss against zim's neck. he's sweeter than zim has ever seen him, it’s amazing and it's surprising and it fuels him to push for a final time.

"what are we doing, bryce?" he asks, barely a whisper. and as soon as the words leave his mouth, he feels the moment burst like a balloon. bryce pulls back, his hands drop to his sides, and he just stares at zim like he can't believe what just happened, what he just let himself do. zim tightens his grip on bryce's waist and tries to pull him back, mumbling a string of "no"s and "nevermind"s and "don't worry about it"s but it's too late. bryce pushes his hands off. the tv, as if it can sense what just happened, stops playing the music and cuts to someone talking, and zim wants to throw the remote through it because /he can't believe he fucked this up again/.

"i should go" bryce says, already making his way back to the bed to find his clothes. zim just watches him, digging for something to say. he knows nothing will work but he tries anyway.

"you don't have to." he responds. bryce already has his jeans on. he runs a hand through his hair and pointedly avoids looking anywhere near zim. all his walls are back up. they're done for the night, until bryce needs him again. zim knows it'll be weeks. the knot in his stomach is back. it's bigger than it was before.

zim knows better than to keep arguing with him. knows that if he pushes too far bryce might think twice about coming back to him. instead, he walks bryce to the door, silently, and neither of them look at each other. bryce opens the door, and the light from the hallway is so harsh it almost hurts.

"night harp." zim mumbles, and as bryce goes to leave, he reaches out to put a hand on bryce's arm. he jerks away, instinctively, and walks out into the hallway without looking back, or even acknowledging that zim had even said anything. it hurts more than he was expecting, worse than the pulled muscle in his side, worse than really any of the injuries he could remember. but he’s also a little more hopeful than he usually was. sure, he'd scared bryce off. but he'd also gotten closer. he at least knew now that bryce actually /wanted/ him, that he wasn't as detached as he liked to pretend. and maybe next time he'd get a little closer. and then even closer than that.

he'd keep trying. i mean, come on, it's /bryce harper/. he wasn't the kind of guy you could just replace. or forget about too easily. everyone had always said he was one of a kind, that there was no one like him.

they really didn't know the half of it.

zim crawled back into the bed. it had since gone cold, but he laid in bryce's spot anyway.

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yall remember the zimbryce porn from the SCF? finally fixed that up lmao

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i can't make gifs but AHHHHDHSJKFLDL

BRYCE N ZIM HUGGED AFTER HIS HR AND YALL DIDNT IMMEDIATELY TELL ME? IM CALLING THE POLICE.

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lov when i.... accidentally... delete........ half of my fic.....

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Remember that gifset where zim dragged a screaming bryce away from trouble? That would fit so well into your royalty au!! And how would they finally get together? Would zim get gravely wounded on duty and bryce finally cracks?? Anyway i love hearing you talk about these two nerds 💕💕

DHSHHFJSKKDD i almost wanna wait until im like,, functioning to answer this but im not gonna lmao

but n e way YESYESYEYS if i ever get around to like, actually writing for this i 100% wanna do something where zim get hurt and bryce is like “o shit” and worries about him and won’t leave his side bc he realized how dangersous Zim’s job really is and how easily he could lose him & he just gets all emotional about it and realizes “omg wow i lov him sm”meanwhile zim has BEEN in lov with this lil shit and keeps insisting that he’s fine bc he is, but he was real close to not being fine, and bryce won’t listen he just stays close to him and takes such good care of him bc Zim’s always taken such good care of Bryce his whole life and he wants to pay him back for that finally and wow I’m emo over this I’m boutta cry in public whjdjkdkskdfbs

And as far as Bryce getting pissed and Zim having to keep him from getting into shit, I LOV that too it’s so real, no matter what universe Bryce is a feisty little shit-stirrer who basically needs to be babysat in order to keep him from being a dumbass. and Zim just has to grab him and be like “no, pls don’t, I gotta keep u out of trouble that’s literally my job, stop trying to start shit u big dork” and Zim is the only person he’ll listen to :’)

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royalty au anon here: it wasn't the pun, just busy! more thoughts on bryce+zim: this is a family thing for zim. he's been like the right-hand-man knight for years. his father did it before him, his father before that. it's steeped in tradition and protocol and routine. in comes bryce, who isn't even related to the king, and suddenly all of that is YEETED into the goddamn moat or whatever. there's no boundaries, no chain of command, no personal space, just some rly tight pants and sarcasm.

yeeted into the goddamn moat ohmygod im fucking dying dhdhjddkks

also i love that, no matter what universe it is, bryce’s pants do not fit :’)

but n e way YES! I loveeee the idea of Zim as this super traditional guy who cannot believe that this punk ass kid is basically his boss now. and Bryce just shamelessly flirts with him and fucks with him and keeps running off to do shit he shouldn’t be just to get on Zim’s nerves. And of course Zim follows him around and makes sure he’s fine, but it’s only bc he HAS to, bc it’s his job, not at all bc he has the world’s biggest soft spot for this dick…but it’s fine bc he doesn’t think he has a chance w bryce anyway bc he’s young and hot and a literal actual prince, so he ignores it & gets over it and just does his job and is ENTIRELY OBLIVIOUS TO THE FACT that Bryce is ACTIVELY FLIRTING W HIM CONSTANTLY.

meanwhile, everyone else is betting on when they’ll get together.

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an update bc i haven't posted anything abt it in a minute: ive got 2 chapters planned out to add to my zimbryce fic (~2-3k a piece hopefully) & then like,, another 6-7k of straight trea/2bags p*rn also coming eventually

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im drunk talk to me about zimbryce or trea/2bags pls I beg of u

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ryan zimmerman abt bryce

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71 zim/bryce

I WAS SO HOPING ID GET THIS ONE FOR THESE TWO OHMYGOD IM DEAD, this got so long tho omfg rip my bad.

Bryce doesn’t drink. He doesn’t have anything against it, it’s just the way he was raised, and he’d never really felt any need to change that. It’d never been a part of his life, and he’d never intended it to be.

Up until now that is.

The whole team is out after a big win, celebrating at some club and partying like a bunch of dumbasses. And normally Bryce didn’t have any problems with this, he could get stupid with the best of them completely sober. But he’d played for shit the whole game, gone 0-4 and walked the fifth time he was up, and honestly he just wasn’t in the mood for all this. He really didn’t know how he’d been talked into this in the first place.

So he ends up sitting at a table with the older guys (well, not all of them - Max was getting wasted with the rest of the 20-somethings), whose partying days were long behind them, and half pays attention to their conversations. He’s on the edge of the booth, right up against Zim, and after around 30 minutes of watching Bryce sit there and sulk, he says something.

“Why’d you even come?” He asks, as the rest of the guys carry on bullshitting. It comes across a little harsh, but Bryce knows he’s genuinely wondering. He shrugs in response.

“Everyone else did. Figured it’d look kind of douchey if I didn’t show up just because I sucked.” Bryce responds. He’s playing with a napkin on the table absentmindedly and watching Trea chug a beer while Tony shakes his shoulders and the rest of the team cheers him on across the venue.

“Then go party. Get your mind off of it.” Zim says, and he’s leaned all into Bryce’s personal space now so he can hear him over the music thumping through the place. “You don’t wanna sit around here with a bunch of has-beens all night, do you?”

They both laugh a little at that, though Bryce’s heart isn’t in it. So Zim’s slings an arm around over the back of the booth behind Bryce and looks at him funny, like he’s worried about him, and Bryce tries (and fails) not to blush.

“I’m just not in the mood, man.” Bryce finally says.

“Yeah, I know. That’s what alcohol’s for.” He responds casually.

“You’re not drinking.” Bryce counters, and Zim gives him a knowing look in return.

“Yeah, but I’m not moping in the corner either. You, on the other hand, look like you could use a drink. Or twelve.”

And Bryce thinks about it, considers if it’s worth it and if he should really even entertain the thought because he’s never done it before and he has no idea what to expect and, he’d never admit it, but it scares him just a little bit.

But then he leans back and feels Zim’s arm behind him and realizes that he won’t let him do anything /too/ stupid, he’d make sure he was okay, and honestly he was getting tired of just sitting around feeling sorry for himself. So Bryce nods and Zim smirks and orders him something, Bryce doesn’t have a clue what, and when it comes to the table, Zim instructs him to chug it. He does, and /fuck/ that’s gross, and a couple of the guys at the table whoop and clap a little as he does it.

“That’s fucking gross.” He says, smiling the slightest bit, and Zim cracks up, composes himself, and immediately orders another one. It comes, and Bryce drains that too, and now some of the younger guys have taken notice and started hyping him up too, and Zim’s got this big, stupid, proud smile on his face, like he feels good about being such a bad influence.

“How long until I feel it?” Bryce asks.

“Should be soon.” Zim answers. “You’re kind of uhh, large though. So you might wanna keep drinking.” And as he says that, he flags Max down, because Zim trusts him to take care of Bryce for awhile, and pushes him up out of his seat.

“Fuck, what’re you doing?” Bryce asks, though he’s less pissed about it than he usually would be, he’s giggling about it almost and /oh fuck that was quick/. Zim ignores him and talks to Max.

“Make sure he’s alright? Has a good time?” He says and Max’s face lights up. He nods and drags Bryce back over to where everyone’s dancing like a bunch of stupid college kids and Zim can’t help but watch Bryce for basically the rest of the night. He’s just such a pretty little thing, and he’s too hard on himself, so it’s nice too see him actually having a good time for once.

And he absolutely does have a good time. He gets demolished. Frat boy plastered. He’s dancing and screaming along to every fucking song they play, and Max is steadily handing him drinks every time he finishes the last one, and honestly he can’t believe he’s never done this, this is the best time of his /life/, why the hell hadn’t he been doing this for years?

***

Bryce is one of the last guys still hanging around, and when it gets close to 2 in the morning Zim finally finds him and tries to lead him out of the club. He looks exhausted, but also entirely too pleased with himself.

“Bryce. Bryce we’ve gotta go, there’s like, no one else here.” Zim says, trying to stifle a laugh as Bryce groans and complains in response.

“’M havin’ fun though.” He mumbles, practically falling onto Zim. Max, who had stuck around for Bryce’s sake, laughs at him, pats him on the back so hard his legs almost give out, and congratulates him before walking out of the place.

“Bryce, they’re closing, we’ve gotta go, i’m gonna take you home alright?” Zim asks, and Bryce groans something that sounds vaguely unhappy but walks out with Zim anyway. He has to get an arm around Bryce tight to keep him from falling into the street as they walk back to his car, but Bryce seems perfectly fine with that. In fact, he’s grabbing and holding on to Zim way more that he usually ever lets himself, grabbing at his sides and laying his head on his shoulder and running hands up and down his back, and Zim tries not to think too much about this because /he’s fucking wasted, don’t be a creep, he doesn’t know what he’s doing./

He maneuvers Bryce into the passenger seat and puts his seat belt on for him, which is kind of a lot because their faces are right up against each other’s as he does it, and Bryce is still giggling and talking about nothing like he doesn’t even notice how close they are.

He starts driving, and traffic is bad because of course it is, it’s D.C. on a Saturday night. Bryce reaches to turn the radio up four separate times so he can sing along to it, and Zim has to turn it down four separate times because, as much as he loves the kid, having him scream along to the Top 40 is beyond annoying and it’s too late for him to deal with that. After that, Bryce talks to no one in particular for a few minutes, about baseball and how pretty D.C. is at night and how he’s so happy that Zim made him do this, and somewhere along the lines he dozes off mid sentence.

And Zim can’t help it, his heart melts at that, because it’s precious. He looks over at Bryce sleeping every time they stop for the next 20 minutes, and at a particularly long traffic light, he reaches over and pushes Bryce’s hair out of his face. Bryce mumbles something, still not deeply asleep, and leans into Zim’s hand, nuzzles up against him, and Zim’s so shocked by it that he forgets to drive until the car behind him honks.

He pulls up to Bryce’s place and nudges his knee gently. Bryce groans, half awake, and turns the other way.

“We’re home, Harp. I took you home. You gotta get up, Bryce.” He says, still shaking his leg. Bryce moans again, louder this time, and mumbles “I don’t wanna get up…” under his breath, barely audible.

“You’ve got to, you’re not sleeping in my car tonight, come on.” He says, pushing the button on his seat belt. Bryce rolls over for the first time since he woke up and he looks so fucking tired that Zim immediately feels bad for trying to force him out so quick.

“Bryce, come on, I’ll walk you in, just get out, you can go to bed inside.” He says, considerably softer this time. Bryce yawns and mumbles something so quietly under his breath that Zim is /sure/ he didn’t hear him right, because there’s no way in hell he just said that.

“What?” Zim asks, and Bryce sits up a little straighter before going-

“Carry me.”

And okay, yeah, Zim did hear him right. And if he had any fucking sense, any ability to say no to this kid, he’d ignore him and tell him to get out of the car again.

But he doesn’t. So he nods and gets out and makes his way over to Bryce’s side. And Bryce is already asleep again in the 10 seconds it takes him to do that, which means this is going to be damn near impossible. He manages to wrap his arms around Bryce’s middle fairly easy, and Bryce immediately throws his arms up around Zim in response, which, okay yeah, it’s nice, even if he is drunk. But then there’s the issue of lifting the 200 and some odd pounds of Bryce out of the fucking vehicle, and Zim’s not as young as he used to be, he almost throws out his back trying to keep Bryce from slamming his head into the roof as he lifts him. And what a fucking headline that would be. “Ryan Zimmerman Out For The Season After Sustaining An Injury While Trying To Carry Bryce Harper’s Big, Drunk Ass Around”

But he manages to lift Bryce up, kicks the door shut, and walks with him up to his doorstep. Bryce is clinging to him tight, his arms and legs wrapped around Zim and his face buried into Zim’s shoulder. He has to reach into Bryce’s back pocket to get his keys out, about drops him while trying to hold him with one arm and getting the door open with the other. But once he’s actually got him inside, things are pretty easy. He doesn’t even attempt the stairs, he knows better than that. He just lays Bryce out on his couch, can hear Bryce thank him softly when he sets him down.

Except Bryce doesn’t let go once he’s got him laid out.

“Bryce, you’re home now, you can let go, you’re fine.” He laughs, pushing him down with a hand on his chest. But Bryce groans and then does something that he /never/ does.

He kisses Zim, real soft, /incredibly/ so, on the cheek and then pushes his face back into his shoulder, starts pulling on Zim’s shirt to keep him down there with him.

And Zim’s so shocked by it that he falls to his knees next to Bryce, let’s him hold on for a little while longer. It’s not like they hadn’t kissed each other before, they’d been sleeping with each other for years. But Bryce wasn’t affectionate like that, he never had been, he never initiated kisses like that, and Zim just can’t believe that he had that in him.

“Stay…” Bryce says, pulling Zim’s face back to him and kissing him again. He seems to be aiming for his lips this time, but he misses and ends up somewhere around his chin. Zim laughs, partially because it’s funny, and partially because he can’t fucking believe this, and shakes his head again.

“Not a good idea when you’re this drunk, hun.” He says, running his hand through the back of Bryce’s hair. He hears Bryce groan in response, but Zim isn’t going to give in on this one, he’s not gonna push it when Bryce’s hammered, he’s not that much of a dick.

“At least kiss me then.” Bryce responds. “Before you leave… please.”

And how the fuck is he supposed to say no to that?

So he kisses him, quickly, sweetly, nothing crazy, and as soon as he pulls away, Bryce is giggling all over again, and Zim cracks a smile too, because /fuck/ he’s cute like this, it’s honestly not fair.

“Alright, let me go now, Harp.” He says, untangling himself from Bryce’s grip. He listens, although reluctantly, and Zim finally stands back up. He realizes then that his back is gonna /kill him/ tomorrow morning. He finds a blanket and drapes it over Bryce, goes down to the end of the couch and pulls his shoes off, and Bryce is almost asleep again before he’s done with that.

“Hey. You think you can remember to call me tomorrow when you wake up? So I know you’re alright?” Zim asks. And Bryce nods, thanks Zim again real quiet, and Zim has to bite his tongue, because Bryce’s being so goddamn sweet that he almost tells him he loves him, which would definitely freak him out, even in this state. Although there’s a chance he won’t even remember any of this. For whatever reason, that thought doesn’t sit well with Zim.

“Night, Bryce” he says, ruffling his hair on the way out. Bryce grunts in response, and is snoring lightly before Zim is even out of the house.