#terror triplets

Summary: Damian can’t sleep because of his doubts, and Rhea tells him it’s not true.

Warning: None just cute sleepy conversations about Jey while he’s asleep literally right next to them.

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Rhea felt a heavy arm nugging hers in her half-sleeping state.

She groaned, acknowledging the touch, not sure who it was. She felt it again, this time not being mistaken for an accident, peeking her eyes open.

The room was just as dark as it was when they all went to sleep.

She saw Jey first.

He was knocked out against Damian’s chest, his mouth hanging open as he slept with an arm tossed over his boyfriend’s chest stretched across to her side.

He definitely wasn’t the one who nudged her.

She looked up, tilted her head back and saw Damian looking back at her.

His fingers brushed against her shoulder, causing her to hum at his soft caress.

She twisted in his arm, lying on her stomach, shifting the top half of her body, looking up at him.

“What’s the matter, babe?” She whispered, not wanting to wake the teddy bear next to them.

“I don’t know, I can’t sleep,” he whispered back, his voice sounding rough in his throat, beginning to brush her shoulders blades with the tips of his fingers.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just thinking about stuff.”

“What stuff?” She reached a hand up, tracing the ink lines in his chest.

“Jey stuff.” He admitted, his body immediately tensing up under her.

She was surprised. Everything had been going really well with them, all three of them. Of course, they argued all couples did, but they worked it out every time.Things had been good, and had been for months (almost a year) since that night at the hotel.

“What happened? Did he do something?”

“No, it's more about what he hasn’t done yet.”

Her fingers stopped on his chest. “Hmm? Her face twisted in confusion. “What hasn’t he done?”

"It’s stupid because I know it’s not true, but sometimes I feel like he doesn’t love me like he loves you."

There was a level of honesty in his voice she had only heard once before. The night they shared. The same night, they lost everything together.

Everything before was strictly platonic; they were just friends, okay maybe there was some yearning tossed in there.

But that night, both were so broken, unsure of what was next for them. Rhea mentally was already half out the door in her relationship with Domikin, but it still hurt like hell.

And Damian… nobody knew it, but Damian and Finn had something. She didn’t truly understand what it was, and she didn’t have to understand what he and Finn had to know Finn’s betrayal hurt him just as much as Dom’s hurt her.

So logically, they spent the night together- not like that at first. But in the mix of pain and grief of what they lost, feelings that were so buried down flowed back up, and they made love. There was no other word for it.

There was no Mami, no Papi, no Punisher, just them in a bed under the sheets like nothing could touch them.

And nothing else did that night. And now that they were together again, nothing could touch them again, just now with an extra piece.

“Damian.” She reached her hand up to cup his cheek. “He might not have said it yet, but you know he loves you."

“But how?” He asked gently, sounding unsure, his own doubts starting to bubble up again.

“In the way he acts, in the way he looks at you, in the way he bloody sleeps.” She explained.

Jey was sleeping peacefully with his head pressed against Damian’s chest, his whole body relaxed with the blanket draped over his lower back, his underwear band peeking out from underneath. The room was a little warm, but he wanted to be close to them; he felt safe with them.

"He chose you. He has chosen to sleep next to you for weeks now, babe."

“So, he sleeps next to me and that means he loves me?” He doubted that. Or rather the nagging voice in his head did.

“Yes.” She said louder than she should’ve, causing Jey to shift and groan.

They didn’t move an inch, waiting until he settled again. His arm moving up to rest against the spot between Damian’s neck and shoulder as he turned his head facing away from them.

She sighed in relief grateful Jey didn’t wake up: once he was up, he was up.

Damian gave her a look that said, "See."

“My point still stands, Babe. He may not have said it yet, but he shows it in so many different ways. Remember, this is still new for him, it might take him a little longer to say it out loud." She rubbed her hand across his chest with a small reassuring smile.

Damian nodded his head, pushing a piece of hair behind her ear as he let out a heavy sigh.

"I know he does, but sometimes it feels like I’m the outsider in this relationship. We had our fun, but it didn’t work out, and you and Jey were together when this shit started. I just feel like it’s you and him sometimes."

She moved up to be closer to his face, pressing her chest against his right pec, his hand sliding down her side, coming to a still at her hip bone.

“I love you. I never stopped loving you.” She confessed. “Damian, you made me feel like a normal person again, and I treated you like shit for it. And I’m so sorry I did. I love you. I feel whole when I’m with you. When I’m with both of you.”

Damian stared at her, his jaw falling slack, unsure what to say back, and so he didn’t say anything back.

He kissed her.

Actions speak louder than words, and their action only said three little big words.

She melted right into him, her lips soft against his.

His hand gripped her hip, pulling her closer to him. His other hand twitched as it wanted to move, but it was trapped under Jey’s body. (That was probably a good thing or Jey might have been woken up by something else.)

Rhea grabbed the side of his face, her fingertips slipping in his wavy hair.

“I love you too.” He said in between kisses before Rhea pulled away, leaning her forehead against his. Damian's chest was heaving, his cheeks already rosy in a short amount of time.

“And so does he just give him the time to say it.”

“I will.”

She kissed him again, this time quickly, but just as passionately before lying back down next to him like she was before.

"I don’t understand how you don’t get hot with him on you like that every night." She laughed lightly, her eyes already too heavy to keep open.

"I do, but I like him here, and like you just said. It’s his way of saying he loves me."

Damian looked down at Jey. His lips parted slightly open, letting his warm breath slip out into his skin, his hair was a fluffy mess, a few strands of hair falling into his face. Jey’s arm tossed over his shoulder like he was saying mine.

Damian brushed the curly strands out of his face, kissing the top of his head, muttering a “I love you” before leaning back against the pillows, falling asleep surrounded by love, as unsaid or said as it was.

Part 2

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(I'm pisssseeedd w Finn)

​ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱQᴜᴀʀᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴡʀᴇꜱᴛʟᴇʀꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴡᴇ.

ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘɢ, (ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ). ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀ.

ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴊᴏʙꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.