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I stare at the lamp, light flooding my senses, wings tucked safely in a resting position, my uppermost pair of hands gently holding the arm of the couch. I’m vaguely aware of the two men arguing. I don’t really care. How long has this lamp been here? Almost like Baablu set it up for me- no, that’s ridiculous.
It’s still a very pretty lamp. Glowing faintly pink, shaped as if it’s a flower. Matter of fact, everything in Baablu’s apartment is either pink or yellow. Except for us.
What was I thinking about?
Oh yeah.
I become briefly enamoured by the lamp once again, Baablu coming from behind and resting his head on my shoulder, jolting me back to reality.
“Oh- hey Baablu.”
“See Boosfer? Vitjok loves me.”
“Wha- bro dude huh- why is this a topic of conversation”
“Vitjok have you listened to a word of us speaking”
“N- I mean- yes totally dude why are you asking?”
Boosfer laughs from across the room, “Vitjok loves the lamp more than us.” His remark gains a laugh from Baablu, the pink man pushing himself closer to me. “WHAT BRO NO I HUH-“ I seem to stutter over every word.
Dammnit dude why do these two know more about me and my weak spots than anyone else?
“What time is it?” Boosfer’s question seems to pull me back to reality, I check the time on my watch, “It’s uh, 4:21 am, why?”
“WE’VE BEEN HERE SINCE 6PM”
“oh”
“Guys, for one, you’re welcome to sleep over at my place anytime, and two, now that Vitjok is alive again, can we seriously talk?” Baablu’s voice seems tired, although I’m not going to ask about it.
I adjust my sitting position, earning an annoyed grunt from the smaller pink man before pulling him into my arms, the bottom two sets holding him close, the top set free to use.
“Okay, well, we need to talk about our relationship status.” Baablu starts, I listen to him despite being completely unaware about what this dude is talking about. “We all know this group is like a confused polycule. Dev and Kier being the only relatively ‘exclusive’ couple, but they’re both still dating the creature that is Boosfer, and YelloWool.”
I feel Baablu physically melting into my touch, god how tired is the poor guy? “We also know that Boosfer is dating practically everyone, but the point is, are we, us three, dating?”
I’m slightly confused at the question, I mean, I thought we already were? “I mean, I don’t know dude I’d be happy with that.” I hope my voice doesn’t sound too bitchy… fuck hopefully I’m not seen in a bad light after this.
“I’m down, Baablu, you open for it?” Boosfer’s accent seems to be getting stronger the more tired he gets, it’s genuinely intoxicating I can’t even lie.
“Of course.” Baablu seems to be a second away from falling asleep. I press a chaste kiss to his cheek, enjoying the sight of his yellow blush creeping up his face.
Boosfer walks over, me and Baablu shifting to provide space for him. I sit between the two men, hugging Baablu close to my chest, and Boosfer nestled beside me. I outstretch my wings, moth-like with patterns of the same red-orange colour as the V on my face. Luckily, the wings are stronger than a regular bug’s.
This is pure bliss.
I feel Baablu’s breathing slowing down to a steady rise and fall, Boosfer comes impossibly closer, all of our breathing coming in the same steady pace as Baablu’s.
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I wake up to Boosfer pressing kisses all over my neck, Baablu somehow gone from my grasp.
As if reading my mind, Boosfer speaks. “Baably had to go to work.” My face visibly drops, despite knowing Baab is the only one of us who has a job outside of YouTubing, I still don’t like when he has to go.
“When is he coming back?”
“3pm.”
“What time is it now?”
“1pm.”
My wings flutter in a mix of happiness and relief. They let me sleep in! I quickly grab Boosfer, the green man spooked by how easy it is for me to pick him up.
“Do we have a recording today or can we just chill?” My question is genuine, although I'm not entirely sure that Boosfer is conscious enough to answer. I let my bottom set of arms dip down to the curves of his waist, one of my hands trailing to his thigh. Not anywhere intimate though. I am, and probably always will be, asexual.
Kind of ironic that I'm dating the freakiest guy I know.
“No no no recording today.” Boosfer leans further into my touch, letting out a purr-like noise that I didn’t know he could emit. I pet his hair with my upper pair of arms, scratching his scalp gently like he’s a cat – and honestly? He basically is.
It suddenly occurs to me that what I’m able to do is not normal. Most people don’t have 3 sets of arms. And all of my arms are currently doing something. The uppermost pair running its fingers through Boosfer’s hair, the middle pair hugging Boos close, and the bottom pair gently resting on his legs.
God, things like this make me so happy. Simply being able to be close to Boosfer, and away from the camera, he really is quite tame. Still freaky, the freakiest guy I know, but, he’s just, calm. Reserved. Beautiful.
The door opens, Baablu, looking exhausted, walks through, instantly throwing his bags on the other couch and sighing.
“Baably!” Boosfer’s voice is soft, accent thick.
“Boosfy!” Baablu walks over to the couch, hugging me and Boosfer.
His tired smile reminds me why I’m here.
Boosfer’s weight on me, Baablu’s small, genuine, smile.
I think this is what real love feels like. And if it is? I’ll take it anyday. I love these idiots. My idiots. My sweet beautiful partners.
And I know they love me too.