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Despite the hour or so gone by, despite the sipping of coffee and tea alike and the thrumming of rhythm inside her earphones, Yuri has been doing little else other than staring at a bright, stark white screen. Two different documents, a plethora of ideas, about a paragraph and a half done on each. She massages her temples, letting out a sigh. She really needs to get this script outlined and write - at the very least poorly - a pretty insubstantial scene. Maybe her wording isn't sharp enough for her tastes, but either way, she needs a break and has needed one for a while, now.

She peels her eyes from the document and finds herself staring out through the window in the bedroom, legs criss-crossed on the bed, laptop laid on its namesake. It's a little over seven, now, the moon bare and happily exhibitant, Yuri's eyes free to wander over it. It's bright, too, but not as much as the screen, and it's more welcoming than anything. She lets her shoulders relax and, as if the moon had read her mind, Yuri hears a knock on the door, and here is the subject of her break.

She turns her head; "Yes?" and, immediately after, the door clicks open, a slit made between it and the frame, and a single green eye peers in meekly.

Smiling, Yuri nods and the eye becomes a face powdered with freckles, autumn-brown hair loosened and swaying softly as Monika walks and settles herself at the edge of her bed before gingerly lying her head beside Yuri's thigh. "Hey."

"Hello."

There's a certain longing in the gaze Monika gives her from below. She doesn't know for sure what for, exactly, until a hand paws at her knee; a beat, and then Yuri carefully puts her device aside.

Monika's body, usually rigid and toned, is shockingly light today. Featherly, she hums pleasantly as she lets her cheek fall onto Yuri's chest, limbs wrapped tight around her body and later reinforced by Yuri's own arms snaking around the small of her back. Like puzzle pieces, every gap is filled.

"Well," Yuri breathes. "How are you, then?"

"Tired." Monika slurs.

"Me too... somewhat."

Monika lets out a soft breath through a smile, shuffling carefully in her embrace. The first words of her sentence are bloated by a yawn, "Get... get anything done?"

"No," Yuri sighs. "Words are being elusive and I cannot seem to type many things at a time."

"Oh, that's alright, Yuri-bird," Monika croaks. She sits in silence for a moment, then speaks again, shuffling one more time, letting silky locks of hair swipe at Yuri's skin.

"You should take a break."

At this, Yuri chuckles, then clings tighter to the other woman as she lets their bodies carefully topple onto their sides. With little adjustment, Monika ends up about where she used to be, just above the slope of Yuri's side, eyes half-lidded as they stare absently at a spot in - she assumes - Yuri's neck.

"Sure. And here you are." Yuri takes a second, then scoots upward so that her cheek rests over the prickly warmth of Monika's hair. "How wonderfully convenient."

AN: sorry for the shorter one!!! this might be the norm for a bit since, y'know, don't always have the energy for the near- thousand word posts, but I'll try to be more active in general. <3

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Mabel 🧡

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“Just keep hanging in there, alright?” Natsuki’s breathier tone makes her feel as if she's in much more dire of a situation than she truly is. This is not helped by the way Sayori is acting.

Right now, she feels guilt, for a lot of things, and it flares up hard and tight inside her chest whenever Sayori lets out another whimper and curls herself into her own thinly dressed arms. Guilt for not being insistent enough before Sayori left with her, guilt for not being able to offer a spare jacket – Natsuki is struggling enough already and she's two sweaters thick – guilt for even so much as making the suggestion that it would be nice to go for a walk after work even though it might snow.

The solution has come to this: Natsuki walks through the white sheets and through the fall of snowflakes striking them both; meanwhile, Sayori will cling to Natsuki's arm with both of her own whilst one of her hands clings tightly to pink gloved fingers. Sometimes, Sayori will squeeze tight, let out a shudder, and Natsuki’s heart will crack again.

“We're almost home,” says Natsuki. Just a few more streets, just a couple minutes more of getting plastered by snow before Natsuki begins to plunder her purse for the keys and rushes to open the door as if they’re running for their lives.

The door opens, closes and then locks. Natsuki falls back against the wall, Sayori follows suit and, relaxed by the soft lapping of the warm air from the house’s internal heating, melts into her, breathing weakly against the fabric on her torso.

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Sayori is warm. At the same time, it seems her body wants to feel covered and filled with molten liquid as to compensate for the past hour. It seems as if she might genuinely achieve this, in a sense, somehow; leave it to Natsuki to create miracles. Strong, fierce Natsuki; who else but her to make Sayori feel so comfortably small when in the grasp of someone smaller?

She's curled up beneath a pile of blankets that add a comfortable weight to sandwich her between them and Natsuki's chest. At times, she'll shiver again, for no particular reason, as if her body is still wearied by the roughness of the weather; Natsuki will tug Sayori closer, bless her with more heat through a warm breath on her scalp, course a hand through her hair, and tell her “It's okay, I'm here, I love you.”

Her other loves are downstairs in the kitchen attempting a hot chocolate recipe they'd found online. Sayori feels some guilt for not being able to help, and she repeatedly attempts to bring herself to open her mouth and propose something as grim as letting go of Natsuki. She’s consistently stopped whenever she so much as thinks about leaving her own body uncovered by fabric or skin.

Sayori mumbles pleasantly, shuffles tighter into Natsuki's cozy embrace, and lets herself melt away into what ends up becoming a nice afternoon nap ending at the starting edges of nighttime.

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It is, thankfully, the time of day when the coffee shop is least populated; that is, past the start of the afternoon. Better yet, this is the time of day when Mabel and Natsuki’s shifts end, when they can step out of the gaudy, wood-colored aprons and step out the door for sweet nothings or some typical food service venting on the walk home. Or, that is what should be happening; Mabel can’t help but notice the way Natsuki continues to lean her forearms on the counter, still clad in full work uniform with a disgruntled look on her face.

She steps over quietly, as if afraid to disturb her. “Uh, you coming, bun?”

Natsuki’s expression shifts by a micrometer. “Boss says I gotta cover part of the other shift too.” She sighs. “Almost until sunset.”

Mabel feels something in her chest that she could only describe as gentle death. “Ah.” She glances at the door, feels the bustling emptiness of the establishment and how only the two of them occupy this specific space at the very moment. “Does it get busy later on?”

Natsuki shrugs. “If they needed me to cover for someone…”

Slipping a strand of oak hair behind her ear, Mabel sighs. They’ve gotten closer, it turns out, and it’s not long before Natsuki finally breaks from her statue-like state so that she may look up at Mabel. Her face softens into a warmly cheeky smile. 

“I’m not going to war, dumbass,” she softly quips. “I’ll see you at home soon.” Who else but Natsuki to be so comforting, even as she says things such as this?

Playfully rolling her eyes, Mabel manages to chuckle with a breath through her nostrils. Her eyes peer down, way below where their legs come into frame. Her hand reaches out, below the height of the counter, and Natsuki soon follows its path with her sight. Pulling her forearm away from the counter, Natsuki slips her hand over just as discreetly; their fingers lock together, their hands gingerly squeeze and Mabel feels an uncommon reluctance to let go. Their hands fall back over to hover parallel to her thighs like a bridge parting in half. 

“Yeah. See you.” 

Mabel starts towards the back exit.

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Mabel’s lying her head down idly on the softness of Yuri’s thigh. She and Sayori are engaging in a conversation Mabel is too sleepy to care about at the moment, apparently regarding the show they’re watching. At this rate, everything is background noise, and Mabel has little to register except for just touch; occasionally Yuri will shuffle a little as she laughs, or a hand will gently scratch at Mabel’s temple and cause her eyes to flutter. Perfect, lazy serenity. It reminds her of her usual afternoon naps after school. 

Yet, suddenly, her eyes come open at the sound of keys turning a few feet away. Suddenly abuzz, the door swings open, and Mabel’s cheek rises from the comfort of her girlfriend’s skin for her eyes to meet the comfort of her also girlfriend’s presence and, not long after, the rest of her body bustles out of the couch and, as Natsuki manages out half a syllable, Mabel bends over slightly, scoops her arms out under to ensnare the short woman and raise her up to her chest. 

“Woah, hey– the hell?!”

Natsuki mumbles disgruntledly into the thin fuzz of Mabel’s lazy t-shirt, squeezed against her monolithic girlfriend as if her body is full of polyester. Mabel looks down when she pulls away and forfeits a hasty apology at the last second when she spots a flushed smile born into Natsuki’s cheeks.

Arms clung to her own chest, Natsuki grumbles playfully, smile failing to fade, “You’re lucky I love you.”

Mabel can’t help but giggle profusely through an “I love you too.” It’s as if there are flowers growing and blossoming in her chest, tickling her from inside and, to Natsuki’s dismay, the pollen spreads to her and she’s soon afflicted with the same loving, honey-like laughter.

When it settles down, Mabel begins to lower and, naturally, is quickly reprimanded.

“... Hey, I didn’t say ‘put me down.’ We’re going upstairs, dork.”

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out of curiosity how did they first meet yuri, if not in high school?

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Hi there! Thank you so much for the ask!

While the Literature Club was consisted entirely of the loser lesbians that now make up almost the entire polycule, they'd only come across Yuri for the first time during the start of college. Natsuki was the one who met her first and her interest was immediately piqued; she and Sayori were the ones initially charged with trying to get to know her and it wasn't long before everyone else fell head over heels for the shy nerd-ish trans girl over the course of over a year and a half.

Lo and behold, one month later she's living in a shared house with a bunch of girls and everything's gone great from there.

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Natsuki’s shared residence is, as of right now, occupied by two people. Allegedly, it’s scheduled to be occupied by three more in about ten minutes; the trio’s announced their arrival from the train and are on their way back in a cab, probably. 

It’s been an okay three day period. Sayori makes good company, what with almost always being at home. Save for the place being quieter than usual – the first night would be rough to deal with, were it not for the fact Sayori’s very being screams the concept of comfort by merely existing – Natsuki has been fine. She’s been fine. It’s just three days and that’s not even close to bringing her to her knees; hell, she’s clingy at times, isn’t she? Maybe it’s for the better that some of her partners had some time off.

Her thoughts are cut short by the rustling of keys muffled beneath the other side, making Natsuki’s heart skip a beat. The way she throws herself upwards from lying down to sitting up on the couch nearly makes her dizzy, but the feeling is supplanted almost immediately by the flood of sound; the door comes open, Sayori’s footsteps quicken down the stairs and here are Yuri, Monika and Mabel; holding the travel case, breathing out in relief and dangling the keychain from her finger, respectively. 

For the next several minutes, Natsuki sort of just stares. At the smiles and the hugs and kisses – particularly focusing on the way Yuri bear-hugs Sayori without any semblance of hesitation – and a part of her feels… wrong. Maybe it’s the part of her that thinks this isn’t worthy of so much fanfare, maybe it’s the part of her that yearns to get up and join them.

She allows herself to lean on Monika’s shoulder when she and Yuri decide to tumble onto the couch with Natsuki. Mabel is, it turns out, occupied with being squeezed by the brunt of Sayori’s tight embrace and having her chest nuzzled by a freckled button nose; Natsuki’s gut tingles and, involuntarily, she melts closer to Monika.

“How’re you doing, hon?” Monika’s voice gently falls over Natsuki from above, followed by a kiss on the scalp. 

“I’m fine,” she answers. “I’m happy you guys are back.” 

Monika beams. “Aw, we’re happy to be back too.” 

The nice moment is short-lived, apparently. At the sound of two footsteps hurrying back upstairs, Yuri sighs. “I… believe my body would quite prefer the comfort of a bed right now,” she says. 

Monika cocks her head over; “Yeah, me too.”

There goes the comfort of Moni’s warmth and Yuri’s presence. Natsuki is left to lie her head on the rough angle of the couch’s armrest. 

“Are you coming, cupcake?” Monika stops in her path.

“Uh, yeah. In a minute.”

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The good news is the house is back to bustling again, and Natsuki enjoys some semblance of respite in that. The bad news is she’s given another pointless excuse as to why she can’t just grow a pair and go upstairs. 

The dishes left over from lunch at the early afternoon did not turn out to haunt her in the evening as she imagined. Just a few plates and a pair of tupperware.

The sound of the water from the faucet mixes in with the water from the shower Sayori is using upstairs. Both of those sounds mostly mask the voices from the other room. Mostly. Every time Natsuki hears a giggle or a murmur when the water dies down, it’s like there’s a bull headbutting the inside of her chest. She’s taken a second to realize just how hard she’s been scrubbing this quite clean plate. The load of dishes is spread around the space surrounding the sink, all clean and lathered in soap. She rinses everything off, rests her fists on the edge of the countertop, and sighs. 

…

Her heart shouldn’t be beating this much. It reminds her of how she felt at each initial confession back in her high school days (and the single one from college). It’s almost humiliating to feel like this, like some child who can’t be honest about her own feelings; what kind of moron builds a wall around her own wants for some petty idea that she’s being too much? This moron does, and she’s–

Ugh!

Natsuki all but literally throws herself to the side, and she’s found herself in the very center of the open door frame to the bedroom all but one of her lovers are resting in. She peers in like a deer in the headlights, holding her hands together, and as the silence wilts away and the trio of heads turn to face her, the first smile she sees quells the burning tension that threatened to erupt inside her chest.

“H-Hey.” Natsuki utters. 

“Took you long enough,” Monika coos, shuffling as to turn to face Natsuki completely. 

“You okay?” Mabel asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, it’s just…” Natsuki’s lips waver, she dares to step forward once, then twice, until she’s hesitating at the edge of the bed.

“Do you mind… if I…?”

Suddenly the soft grasp of Mabel’s hand wraps around her wrist; she yelps as she’s pulled in, skirting on her knees over the surface of the blanket, and soon enough there’s giggles filling the room as she’s put between Mabel and Monika. The latter gently arranges the soft fabric to properly include her in the cuddle pile. 

Natsuki and Mabel briefly exchange gazes; when Natsuki’s stared for too long, when the prickly feeling in her head has gotten too intense to bear, she buries her face into the hoodie-clad girl, finds her hand amidst the mess of tangled limbs, and lets herself feel serenity fill her head to toe when their fingers interlock and Monika’s soft breath warms the back of her head.

“We missed you dearly, darling.”

“Mhm.”

With a sigh, Natsuki breathes weakly, “I missed you too.”

The sound of the shower slowing to a trickle bathes the room in newfound silence, leaving just the faint noise of fabric meeting fabric, of breaths filling the air. In just a minute, Natsuki will be joined by another one of the people that make her happy. 

And, truth be told, considering how fulfilled she feels now compared to before, maybe she really did miss her girlfriends for three days. And maybe there’s nothing wrong with that.

AN: sorry for the wait I've been busy being anxious LMAO

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The Genesis of nagi-ddlcpolyblog, Another DDLC Poly Blog

welcome one and all to my apparent attempt at killing my writer’s block. 

hi, I’m nagi (@miss-naginata), whom like five people total may know as naginata_gay_edition on the Archive of Our Own. simply put, polydokis has been on my mind recently. I haven’t had much energy for actual, proper writing even as the blorbos embed themselves into each ridge and crevice of my brain, and my solution appears to be this. I hope you have fun.

This polycule consists of all four girls plus a transfem MC. in here you’ll be seeing little dialogue bits, maybe a ficlet or two, and some occasional lore dumps extracted fresh from my friends’ DMs after I yap at them for long enough.

There will not be any NSFW content. I might get very mildly suggestive if I’m ever ballsy enough, but please don’t count on that or demand that from me. Feel free to send asks but also please treat me like a little glass doll if you do that ty /lh 

anyway, onto the summary, I guess

General Stuff

This AU takes place a good few years after the Literature Club happened (with some major alterations on that). In a sense, this whole thing is basically an alternate timeline to a fic I own - Of Wounds That Mend - and which I have not yet finished at all. Does this count as spoilers? I really hope not.

Everyone is in their twenties, are working jobs (except for one) and are all living an overall pretty normal life. They all have their complexes, occasional issues, but they love each other very much mwah mwah mwah

Monika

Monika works as an analytical chemist and part time girlfriend of five. Work is something that can be stressful (nevermind the work it took to get there), but her occupation is the one which brings the most income and she finds comfort in the fact that she’s dependable. She can be emotionally stunted and is prone to overworking, which has produced a kind of “girl who should be taken care of” title from her lovers. She learns to accept this and becomes all too willing to dive into someone’s arms the moment she gets home. At times she feels some guilt for accepting so much love and care, and it takes much elbow grease for her to realize she does deserve this, not for being the primary breadwinner, but because she’s loved and that’s all there is to it.

Sayori

Sayori is unemployed and, thanks to her self worth issues, feels very guilty for this, often attempting to “compensate” by doing work around the house (to Natsuki’s dismay, she really wants to help with cooking). She has the issue of being somewhat of a people pleaser, which takes some time to iron out as she accepts that she, too, is deserving of things she wants and needs. She’s treated as the oracle of love and affection in the polycule, not because everyone is bad at it in comparison, but because she has an Energy™ that draws everyone in for cuddles and head-scritches.

Natsuki

Natsuki works in a coffee shop with one of her girlfriends. She can be blunt and sassy and has a deep-knit urge to subvert her own feelings, but she’s very intimate and loving when given space. She once possessed a passion for writing that she eventually let go of throughout the years; this was soon reignited by two of her lovers’ shared enjoyment of the art. She enjoys getting into teasing fights with her girlfriends and play-wrestling with some (which, more often than not, ends in a ferocious make-out).

Yuri

Yuri is a trans woman who works entirely at home. She owns a literature critique YouTube channel with a microcelebrity following, but most of her income comes from her part-time job as a writer – every few months when a publisher wants her to work on a book. It is commonly hellish, but she, allegedly, does not regret turning her hobby into a career. Single copies of her books are in her bedroom, and they all have little notes from her lovers, ranging from “I’m so proud of you, love” to “missing hyphen.” She has a habit of being overly meek with her girlfriends, which is spawned from her reluctance to be forward with cisgender women due to internalized dysphoria and from the fact that she is the most recent addition to the polycule – in fact, the only one they didn’t meet in high school. It is, to them, very fun to fluster her and attempt to crack her shell.

Mabel

Mabel is also a trans woman. As implied before, she works a job at a coffee shop with one of her girlfriends, Natsuki. Unlike Yuri, she has not made a career out of writing, but she does do it recreationally. She once was extremely afraid of affection, but after years of prodding from her lovers she has grown to be very mushy with her fellow girls. She and Sayori have a strong bond that the rest of the polycule sometimes admires, sometimes feels jealous of, spawned from the sheer amount of time they’ve known each other for (almost their entire lives), and this is not helped by Sayori’s insistence on making jokes about having dibs on Mabel – and further not helped by Mabel’s insistence on being flustered by this behaviour.

*Mabel is a character originating from one of my fics and I have secretly spent the last few months being unhinged about her.

**also, this isn't exactly a roleplay blog and asks won't be answered in character. you can like, make asks in character if you want, but I won't humor that.

***if this becomes another short lived fixation i lose interest in then i have failed