IM SO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT MORGANTHE I SWEAR.

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IM SO FUCKING NORMAL ABOUT MORGANTHE I SWEAR.

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@killdevil asked: ' I love you. You don't have to say it back. ' first time I love yous ,,,,
No doubt they will both look back on this moment fondly. A warm and comforting memory. Fingertips tracing soothing circles along the middle of his back, the light of dawn peeking through the barely there part in her curtains. It gives a dim glow to everything in her room. Making the moment feel... surreal, important. And it is of course. Unbeknownst to him yet, she has loved him far longer. Whether or not it was reciprocated wasn't important; love for her is not confined to romance only. She would have loved him regardless. But to hear him say it- it's cathartic. Feels like something has fallen into place, finally.
You don't have to say it back ...
And why wouldn't she? Of course, she wont blame him for not knowing. Not catching on all the countless ways she has said the same already. Words are easy; anyone can promise something- but action makes all the difference. Oft more content to allow them to speak for her. Grief, she thinks, has simply kept him at a distance for a long while. Kept him slow, cautious, uncertain...
Her hand stops, palm pressing flat between his shoulder. Skin to skin like this, she feels his heat seep into her. A comfort, just like his scent, his weight. And in the pause that follows his words, Wuya nuzzles her cheek against his hair. Her other hand slipping up to cup the back of his neck. Encouraging him to keep his head resting against the plush of her breast. He can't see it; but she's smiling. Genuinely, with a subtle dusting of rose along the curve of her cheek. Happy... she's happy. Easily swallowing the laughter that might have left her, had she not instead hummed a soft note. She will kiss him, always, at every opportunity. But first:
" I love you too, Atticus. "
𝑫𝑼𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑶𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑿
What if we allowed ourselves to indulge and talk about our Scrubs headcanons, what then?