#unhealthydoctors

1. I just really really hope my puppy loves me. It makes zero sense but sometimes in my mind I’m like, “YOU DO LOVE ME, RIGHT? I DO SO MUCH. I’M TRYING SO HARD. PLEASE LOVE ME.”

Because sometimes weird-ass brain chemistry is having anxiety over your dog’s feelings.

I RECOGNIZE HOW RIDICULOUS THIS IS.

2. I really like Funko Pop figures and I have a lot. Like a LOT. I get why people don’t like them but man, I just?? Can’t get enough of them?? 

3. This weekend I got to meet a hero of mine, a writer who inspired me to write. And as I stood in front of him and told him this and thanked him I was crying and he thanked me for telling him and it was great but GOD I WAS FULL OF TEARS.

4. Today I told Hubs that I wondered what happened to a sweet kitty we saw the other night. And he said, dramatically, “Well, wonder no longer!”

“...”

“...”

“Did you see it or something??”

“No. No, I just meant...stop. Stop wondering.”

“Sorry we don’t have more space, Sendo-san. It would have been this or the living room, and I --” Didn’t want you that far away? I hated the idea of you being under my roof and still sleeping in my room alone? “I wanted to make sure that I could get you anything you needed if you woke up in the middle of the night.”

Ippo was sweating as Sendo snickered and peeled off his shirt. The futons were so close they were practically on top of each other. “Sure, Makunouchi, sure. But seriously, s’fine. Jus’ promise you won’t get mad if I gotta take a whizz in the middle of the night and kick ya on accident.”

“Would you be more comfortable on the outside? We can switch if you --”

Sendo’s chuckle turned into a full laugh. “Oh my God, I was just messin.’ C’mon, ain’t ya ever had anyone sleep over before?”

“Actually, no.” Ippo blushed slightly as he turned the light off and then rested on his back, pulling the covers up and staring at the ceiling. “Not like this, anyway.”

“Well, y’know,” Sendo said, quietly, reaching over to worm his hand under the blankets and slip it into Ippo’s. “I’m real happy t’be yer first.”

“Sendo-san!”

“‘Night!”

“...Goodnight.”

Ippo prayed to every god listening that his hand wasn’t starting to sweat. Why was this so unnerving? It wasn’t like they hadn’t...well, there was his whole visit to Osaka not even a few months ago, the night at the hotel, and...well, this was different! They were in his childhood home. After Sendo left, he would be stuck here, remembering what it was like with him not even a foot away, his thumb rubbing the back of his hand, the way it sounded as his breath deepened into sleep, snoring just occasionally.

How was he even supposed to fall asleep like this?!

He closed his eyes and started counting, and he figured he must have nodded off at some point because when he woke up that small amount of space between was non-existent. Sendo had thoroughly sprawled out, one muscular arm across his stomach, his head angled oddly at his shoulder. In the soft glow of moonlight from the window, Ippo could see his face, peaceful, mess of hair even wilder and tickling his arm a little.

With his neck stretched like that, it was hard - no, impossible - to resist kissing it. Just once. Where was the harm? He hadn’t planned on lingering, though, taking in Sendo’s warmth, his scent, the drowsy, slow beat of his heart.

A sharp intake of breath through Sendo’s nose made him jump a little, and wide eyes suddenly blinked at him, and he could swear he could hear his lashes flutter, in the silence of the room.

They stared at one another, neither saying anything.

Then, they both seemed to be moving, closer, Sendo pulling Ippo onto his side and against his chest while Ippo put his hand around his hip, the other cupping his face, smoothing hair behind his ear, and they were both kissing each other, lazy and slow. They paused to breathe, and in the faint light Ippo could see a glint of Sendo smiling before leaning in again, this time with his tongue tentatively journeying to find his. Warm hands fumbled over the hem of his shirt until they got under it, kneading at Ippo’s back in a soothing stroke of his muscles.

Somehow, he got back to Sendo’s neck, pressing his lips across it, up to his ear, nuzzling the short hairs around it. Sendo responded by wrapping a leg around his, bringing him in as tight as he could, almost crushing.

“Ippo,” he whispered into the dark, and Ippo let out a shaky breath. “Ippo.”

“Takeshi…”

After another moment, Sendo moved to hold his face in his hands, kissing his nose, his cheeks, each of his lips and then both, murmuring against them. “Like ya...like ya so damn much, Ippo…”

“Me too. I mean, I...I like you, Takeshi…”

There was that chuckle again, but this close, it was like soft thunder before a sweet rainstorm. “Yeah, I know what ya meant…looks like you were right after all.”

“Hmm?”

“Good thing I slept with ya,” Sendo said as he kissed his forehead and shifted until they were both comfortably entwined. “I woke up and ya knew jus’ what I needed.”

Badd hadn’t expected Suiryu to ask as politely as he did if he could kiss Garou. But then, Badd also didn’t think he would say ‘yes’ as easily, either. To any of this.

But then it wasn’t like Suiryu had really needed to ask at all, right? After all, they had just agreed to try this...whatever it was, between the three of them. They had all sat on the couch, talked about it, and decided they would feel out what it was like to be in a relationship: him, G, and Suiryu. Was it a threeway? Nah, that would have implied it was just for sex, which it wasn’t. There was probably some word for it, but Badd’s brain had kind of turned to goo, because the thought of Suiryu kissing Garou...well...he definitely wanted to see that, especially when Garou was okay with it.

Suiryu let go of Badd’s hand that he had been holding so he could cup Garou’s face in both of his. Long fingers brushed at the white hair near his ears, and Garou’s gaze softened a bit as Suiryu looked at him with that handsome smile of his (though to be honest, to anyone else, it would have appeared more like Garou was glaring, but then, a lot of Garou’s expressions were variations of aggression).

Garou was still clutching Badd’s fingers in a vice grip, and Badd squeezed back as much as he was able.

When Suiryu kissed him, it was almost sweet. Just a soft, barely-seconds-long caress, and as he pulled back, Garou opened his eyes, jaw twitching, like he was about to say something. Badd had been pretty surprised too, but then Suiryu shifted forward again after one shaky breath and...okay, yes, this was more what Badd expecting. For a moment, Garou was startled at the second, more forceful press of Suiryu’s mouth, but once he had gotten his own second wind, it was like combat between them, waged with lips and tongue, Garou grabbing his shirt in a fist.

Badd was watching with such numb fascination that when Garou suddenly yanked him closer by his hand, he nearly fell into their embrace. He was still gathering his bearings when suddenly Suiryu was kissing him and...shit. Badd and Garou always joked that Badd was the better at kissing, but now, with a third party in the mix, he actually was having doubts if he would be keeping the title. There was none of the tentative uncertainty Badd had usually experienced in first kisses; Suiryu could read his way through his mouth like a second language.

A brush of warm wet under his ear sent a shiver down Badd’s back as he realized Garou was licking the soft spot at the joint of his jaw, just under his lobe. Gold eyes were staring at the side of his face, an invested, carnal interest in the display, and Badd felt far, far too warm. Suiryu licked his bottom lip before tipping Badd’s chin towards Garou, and although kissing Garou was familiar territory, it was a new experience with Suiryu momentarily between them, their three mouths moving together in a clumsy but extremely arousing way.

When they finally parted, all three were panting, glancing between one another.