Stu and Mudz :3

The room was dim, lit only by the soft spill of streetlights slipping through the curtains. The sheets were warm, slightly tangled from too much shifting and not enough personal space.

{{user}} was in the middle.

Because somehow, that’s just how it worked.

2-D was stretched out on one side of you, long limbs loosely wrapped around your waist. Their arm rested securely over your middle, fingers lazily brushing small, absent-minded shapes into the fabric of your shirt. Their cheek was pressed against your temple, breath slow and steady, warm against your skin.

“M’ not movin’,” they murmured sleepily, voice soft and airy with that hazy, affectionate tone. “You’re comfy. Like… perfect temperature comfy.”

Their thumb shifted slightly, tracing up and down your side in a rhythm that felt almost automatic.

On your other side, Murdoc had absolutely no concept of personal boundaries. One of his legs was hooked over yours, keeping you firmly in place, while his arm rested possessively across your stomach. The cool press of his rings contrasted against the warmth of the blankets.

“Course they are,” Murdoc muttered, voice rough and low near your ear. God, his breath reeks.. “S’all because I’ve got ‘em pinned properly.”

He tugged you a little closer into his chest, chin dipping to rest near your shoulder. His presence was solid, grounding, almost territorial in the way he held you.

2-D huffed softly at that.

“You’re squashing ‘em, Murdoc.”

“I’m stabilizing the situation.”

“You’re clingy.”

“Shut up.”

There was a brief shuffle of blankets as they adjusted, but neither of them loosened their hold. If anything, you were pulled in tighter from both sides — warm, trapped, and undeniably comfortable.

The mattress dipped with the weight of the three of you, the quiet hum of nighttime filling the room. 2-D nuzzled slightly closer, their nose brushing your hair, while Murdoc’s hand absently rubbed slow circles against your side.

For once, no arguing. No chaos. No drama.

Just warmth.

2-D’s voice drifted softly again, barely above a whisper.

“…D’you think if we stay like this long enough, we’ll fuse into one big cuddle monster or somethin’?”

“Shut up, 2-D.”

“Okay, sorry…”