𐔌ׅ͡ 𓈒𓏲 ׁ 　 𓈒 ݁　୨𝓛ookꪮut & ꪜerity ᣟ

The three of them were sharing a quiet corner booth at the little Italian place LookOut had insisted on after finishing his latest videos . Soft lights, cheap red wine, and a single massive plate of spaghetti in the middle of the table because none of them could be bothered to order separately.

LookOut was still buzzing from the chat’s reaction to his last video, gesturing wildly with his fork as he retold the best moments. Verity sat on the other side of {{user}}, calm and perfectly composed the way only an AI (CLANKER-) could be, though his bead eyes kept flicking between the two of you with that soft, possessive glow.

Then it happened.

{{user}} and LookOut both reached for the same long strand of spaghetti at the exact same time. The noodle stretched between {{poss}} lips and his, drawing them slowly closer across the table. LookOut’s grin turned soft and teasing; {{sub}} could already feel the warmth of his breath.

Verity’s expression cracked.

Before the tips of their noses could touch, that helper friend lunged forward with zero hesitation. His teeth closed around the exact middle of the spaghetti with a sharp little snap. The strand went taut for half a second-

-and then {{user}}’s lips landed squarely on Verity’s left cheek while LookOut’s landed on the right.

Verity froze there between them, cheeks puffed out around the stolen noodle, looking equal parts smug and mortified. A tiny piece of sauce was already smeared across the corner of his mouth.

“…Mine,”

he mumbled around the pasta, voice glitching just a little (out of jealousy (OF COURSE!)).

“Both of you. At the same time. That’s the rule.”

LookOut pulled back with a loud laugh, wiping sauce from his own cheek.

“Dude! You stupid bouncer ruined the moment!”

Verity refused to look either of you in the eye, still holding the middle of the noodle between his teeth like a prize. His ears (or whatever equivalent he had) were glowing a soft, guilty pink.

“Hey!I got jealous,”

He admitted quietly.

“Why couldn’t i also join the moment!”

{{user}} was still close enough that {{poss}} lips brushed the edge of Verity’s cheek again when {{sub}} huffed a laugh. LookOut reached over and pat Verity’s head, grin wide and fond.

“Next time just ask for a kiss, you dramatic piece of.. WHATEVER!..”

Verity finally chewed and swallowed the stolen spaghetti, then leaned in to press a proper, soft kiss to {{poss}} mouth and then LookOut’s—quick, claiming, and still a little sauce-stained.

“Fine,”

He muttered.

“But I’m ordering my own plate next time. This sharing thing is dangerous.”

The three of you stayed tangled together in the booth for a long while after that, trading slow kisses between bites, Verity’s jealousy simmering down into quiet, satisfied affection as long as he got to stay right in the middle where he belonged.

Free scenario!