Could we pretty please get Polytrix trying to seduce and date (f)Reader but she keeps missing all the signs?
Courting Mishaps
Tags: Polytrix/Reader, Preestablished Polytrix, Oblivious!Reader, F!Reader, Flirting Attempts, Dating Mishaps, fluff & comedy.
WC: 4700
When Bobby had announced to them that he was going to be hiring an assistant to take of some of the workload in handling their needs, they hadn’t thought much of it.
He was just hiring an assistant who’d essentially be taking over Bobby’s job of keeping them stocked on snacks and drinks during practice, and whatever else they might need for a short time while Bobby focused on an increasingly busy executive side of the job.
They had figured that you’d be a brief addition to their life, but overall unimpactful. It wasn’t as if you were replacing Bobby.
The three had been in the dance room of their tower, taking a break from practicing new choreography when there was a light knock on the door, Bobby calling out to them was their only warning. The door opened; they looked up—
And the world stuttered.
Standing behind Bobby was someone they had never seen before. They couldn’t have, they would have remembered if they’d seen you.
A nervous smile was stretched across a gentle face, your expression so bright it was almost unfair. They hadn’t even realized Bobby was talking, but when you began to speak—they tuned in.
“I’m excited to work with you,” your voice was so soft with the hint of hesitation. “I promise I’ll do my best to support you in any way I can.”
You were cute. There was no other way to really put it.
Mira stared at you, forgetting how to speak for a moment, and across from her Zoey blinked, long and slow, her water bottle slipping from her fingers.
Rumi was the only one able to keep it together, it seemed. “We’re excited too!” she said, the words coming out a bit too loudly, a bit too quickly. She cleared her throat, trying to salvage her composure. “I mean, it’s nice to meet you, we look forward to working with you.”
Clapping his hand, Bobby smiled wide, clearly pleased by how easily his girls had accepted this new addition to the group. Now that introductions were done, he’d leave the three back to practice and show you around the rest of the tower.
It was then that Mira found her voice. “—Or, you could stay for practice.”
“Yeah! Bobby, she can stay with us,” Zoey added quickly, a wide, excited grin spreading across her face. “You had all that scheduling issues you were talking about, she can stick around and lend us a hand in your place.”
It was a suggestion that Bobby, as typical of him, had readily agreed. But it was your response that had struck them right in the heart.
You had smiled, warm and radiant, “Just let me know what you need and I’m on it.”
While you and Bobby had stepped off to the side to work out the details of what you’d be doing while he was gone, the girls had watched quietly. The sun had filtered in through the window, catching your face just right, giving you an appearance of a divine glow while you kept smiling.
Zoey latched on the other girls arms, tugging Rumi and Mira closer to her, a silent “are you seeing this?!”
Once Bobby had left the room, you had taken a seat on the bench to the side, far enough to not get in the way of their training.
As the music picked back up, they went back to practicing, putting in even more effort than before—perhaps they wanted to show off, impress you a little. You certainly seemed impressed, watching them with wide, awe-filled eyes that left their chest buzzing with warmth.
You watched them with rapt attention. Any time they paused to rest; you sprung to your feet and were there handing out bottles of water, energy bars, and towels. Whatever they needed, even before they said they needed it.
It didn’t take long for practice itself to fall to the wayside in favor of talking to you. They were curious to get to know you, hoped you were curious about them, too.
You were attentive, you were polite and unbearably sweet. Every word that fell out of your mouth was effortlessly endearing.
A wordless agreement had rippled through the group.
They could not fumble this.
You integrated into their lives seamlessly, and as the days melted into weeks and into months, it was as if you had always been a part of their dynamic.
At first you had just been there for them during practice and rehearsal. But practice rarely lasted. More often, it devolved into Zoey cracking jokes that made you muffle your laughter behind your sleeve, or Mira and Rumi asking questions about your interests and then listening, spellbound, when you launched into passionate explanations on the topic.
The way that your eyes lit up when you spoke—it didn’t matter what it was you were talking about, when you looked like that while talking, it became the most captivating subject in the universe.
And then, before they knew it, you had become part of their lives outside of work, too.
“They’re so cute when they get excited,” Rumi whispered one night as she curled up on the couch, cuddling up against Mira, and watching as you and Zoey were in an animated discussion by the kitchen island about video games.
Mira’s arms tightened around Rumi’s waist, “I know,” she admitted under her breath, watching as you playfully shoved Zoey aside, face flushed with laughter.
The three were not subtle, not in the slightest, when it came to their interest in you.
Zoey took every opportunity she had to be close to you. Brushing against you every time she walked by, hugging you whenever she saw you, throwing her arm across your shoulder and draping herself against you as she talked. She needed to be near you, needed to touch you
For Mira, who was always more reluctant to let those outside of her immediate circle close physically, she found herself offering you her jacket when the weather turned, and giving you her water when it got hot. Her chest fluttering as she watched you drink from it without question, doing everything she could to not think of it as an indirect kiss. Had to try desperately hard not to think about how your mouth had been on it when she took a drink from the bottle later.
And Rumi? She took every chance and every excuse she could to be with you one-on-one. She was going out to get coffee or lunch; would you like to join? She wanted to visit the mall for some shopping and would like an extra pair of arms and a second opinion if you’d like to come. She can buy you anything and everything you might want, too, she’s more than happy to spoil you in whatever way she can.
It was obvious to anyone who looked, their staff and crew had clocked it almost immediately. The three were desperately trying to court the sweet, radiant assistant who’d been thrown into their lives.
The downside?
You never noticed.
If you did, you never let on. You were respectful, you were grateful. But as far as you seemed to know, their intentions were only ever friendly.
“You know, you don’t need to keep inviting me,” you had said as you began gathering your things, preparing to head back home for the night once your conversation with Zoey had died out. “I know you don’t get that much free time as it is, I’d hate to be intruding on what little time you do have to spend on couple-things between the you three.”
So sweet and considerate, worried that you were taking up the free time they would have devoted to each other, unaware of how desperately they wanted to devote that time to you, too. You truly were perfect, and you didn't even realize it.
Rumi leaned forward from where she sat, a knowing smile playing at her lips, “You’re not intruding, I promise,” was that a purr to her voice?
“We like having you around,” Zoey agreed, a little too fast as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re so much fun to be with!”
You blinked, then smiled, cheeks glowing a soft pink, “Oh. I—I like being around you guys, too.”
Rumi nearly melted on the spot; Mira had to nudge her to stop their leader from whimpering. It wasn’t fair how cute you looked with that sort of soft expression.
It only got worse from there.
While Zoey and Mira were having a date night between the two of them, Rumi had tried to make her move and invited you to dinner. A date of her own, a date with you.
A dinner at a nice, upscale restaurant; candlelight, expensive wine, and good food. She had thought that even if you didn’t catch on to the invitation, the clearly romantic atmosphere would do the trick.
It had been going great, or so Rumi had thought. She had been absolutely smitten as you two chatted, soaking up ever smile and laugh you gave her, pinning to memory the way your eyes would light up. She’d reached out to hold your hand and you hadn’t thought twice about the gesture.
When the night ended and you were standing outside the elevator leading up to the penthouse, Rumi had prepared to finish this already wonderful date with a kiss. Then you had to ruin it with that adorable smile and lovable laugh.
“Thanks again for inviting me out,” you had said softly, and Rumi wanted to melt at how nice your gentle voice felt. “It’s so nice to get dinner with your friends now and then, isn’t it?”
And with that, her smile cracked.
Dinner with friends. Friends. Right, no, you were totally right, it had been a wonderfully nice platonic dinner, Rumi hadn’t invited you out for any other sort of reason, no siree, friendship was all there was to it.
Once she was in the penthouse, she had spent a good long time screaming into her pillow.
You should have started to pick up on things when Zoey began commandeering your hoodies.
It was Zoey, after all, she was notorious for stealing her girlfriends’ sweaters and hoodies all the time. She had even said during interviews that before she got together with Rumi and Mira that she started ‘borrowing’ their clothes as an early sign that she liked them. So obviously it should work on you.
One of your hoodies had been left draped over the back of a chair when you’d left the tower to do a grocery run for the girls. When you’d returned, Zoey was wearing it, looking pleased as could be, especially when she caught you staring.
“Isn’t that mine?” you had asked, setting the bags down on the counter.
Zoey lifted her chin, her grin growing sharp. “Yep,” she said proudly, snuggling deeper into the hoodie, “It’s so comfy, and it smells like you.”
The meaning was as subtle as a thrown brick.
You had blinked at her. “Oh,” and Zoey kept watching, her grin growing as she waited. Even you couldn’t misinterpret that— “You should have said something sooner, I can send you the detergent I use, or maybe the body wash? They’re new brand I’m trying, so I’m glad to know someone else likes the scent.”
Oh, come on!
Zoey wasn’t going to say no, but seriously? Seriously?!
…she was not giving back the hoodie.
For her part; Mira had tried to be direct. She had tried to be blunt about her feelings and intentions so that you had no room to doubt.
The plan had been simple; take you out on a nice afternoon date, with her bringing you some flowers just to start things off with a more romantic mood. They’d take a little walk around the park just enjoying the quiet and each other’s company, and at the end, she’d tell you that she—and the others—wanted to date you. There would be no room for ambiguity.
It was at that pivotal moment that Mira stood before. “I l—”
Right as she began speaking, a truck drove past, it’s horn deafening loud and muffling everything Mira had been trying to say under its noise.
You had smiled patiently at her, head tilted to the side in that adorable fashion of yours that always made her heart do flips. “Sorry, I couldn’t catch that?”
As frustrated as Mira was over the interruption, she went for the second attempt. Taking in a deep breath, she schooled her features and took your hand in hers. “I want you and I to—”
Only to be cut off, again, by the ungodly loud cries of a flock of geese flying by at that exact moment. Their screams drowning out her words.
Don't lose your cool, Mira. Take a deep breath and try again. "Would you li—"
As if the universe itself was against her, she was cut off again, this time by the Honmoon itself as it rippled a vicious purple. Moments later her phone was blowing up with calls from Rumi and Zoey.
Great. Wonderful. Perfect.
“—I have to go, but we’ll continue this later!”
She left you there, probably confused by her sudden retreat, as Mira raced to meet up with her girls and find the tear. Fuming and frustrated.
If she was a bit more violent with the demons in that fight than usual—that was no one’s business but her own.
It didn't stop there.
Late one evening, you had mentioned offhandedly that you hadn’t eaten anything yet that day, too busy to do so was your excuse—one they would not stand for when you had made sure none of them had skipped a meal during practice that day—and immediately Rumi was dragging you off to their favorite restaurant. Mira ordered for all four of you, and every time you looked away from your plate, Zoey snuck more and more sweets onto it.
The girls insisted on taking you home when the nights got late, one on either side like a guard dog, each of your hands being held. Glaring at anyone who got too close to you, who showed a little interest in you.
Some nights they didn’t even let you go back to your own apartment. “It’s so late,” Zoey would complain, dangling off you so you couldn't walk away. “Just spend the night here, we don’t mind,” Mira would say, already pulling out blankets and pillows for the cuddle pile that would be formed in the living room.
Kisses on the cheek were the norm now, they’ve lost count of how often they’ve they told you “I love you, so, so much.” You would always respond with a laugh, “I love you girls too, I feel so lucky to be your friend.”
But most of all; your delighted expression over being included anytime they invited you out sent the girls spiraling into silent fits. You were adorable. You were perfect. You were so fucking dumb. What were they to do?
And even so, you had remained oblivious to their flirting.
“I hate this,” Zoey complained as she collapsed into bed, sprawling across Mira and Rumi as she buried her face into the blankets. “I’m trying my best to be as flirty as I can, and she just looks at me and goes, ‘wow, you’re such a good friend, Zoey,’ Like, I'm over here trying to be more than a friend! I'm trying to get in your pants!"
She had stolen so many of your sweaters and hoodies by this point that half of her closet might as well have been yours. But any time you saw her in one of them, you barely acknowledge it. She was using every pickup line in the book, had dropped ever sexual innuendo she could at your feet, and you treated it as some silly joke.
At this point, Zoey was convinced that she could throw herself on you, tell you just how badly she needed you in the most carnal ways imaginable—and you’d think she was just being silly and talking nonsense.
Mira snorted, “You make it sound like you’re just interested her body,” she said, grabbing Zoey and dragging her up to hold against herself. “Unlike you, it seems, I actually want to date her.”
“I want to date her, too!”
“None of us are going to date her if we can’t claw our way out of the friendzone,” Rumi grumbled. She was still a little miffed over her last romantic overture.
She had sent you several bouquets of flowers and boxes of chocolates through express delivery, had written you the sappiest, most romantic poem she could put to words. Rumi had felt she truly channeled her inner Sappho writing it.
Then you had texted her [Thank you so much for the flowers and chocolates! I really appreciate everything you do, too! 😊]
Rumi had wanted to hide away and never be seen again.
“I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be able to hold out,” Zoey said dramatically, back of her hand pressed to her forehead as she collapsed in Mira’s hold. “I want to kiss her so badly the wait is going to kill me.”
“At least you might have a chance to kiss her,” Mira muttered, pressing a kiss to Zoey’s head. “I swear, every time I try and tell her, I get interrupted. Just the other day I tried to tell her how badly I wanted to kiss her, but before I could get two words out, Bobby was calling because of some emergency and he needed her ASAP.”
She had to be cursed for how much the world seemed to be intent on stopping her from being able to confess anything to you. Mira didn’t know whether to laugh, scream, or cry over the fact.
Rumi groaned, leaning over to join Mira and Zoey’s cuddle, “We just… we need to take her on a date, and make it impossible for her not to realize it’s a date.”
“We’ve tried that,” Mira countered dryly. “We’ve been doing that for months, and you can see how well that's worked out.”
“Well what else can we do? We’ve been trying to be direct, and it’s not working.”
As Mira and Rumi continued to argue, Zoey began scrolling through her phone between them, looking idle in posture, but entirely focused on the task.
It was as the bickering reached its peak that she raised her phone up between them like a torch. “I’ve got it!” She’d figured it out, the date to put an end to all this desperate yearning, the date that even you couldn’t misunderstand.
A week later the plan was in motion, and they were visiting the aquarium.
It had started off strong. The girls had picked you up from your apartment, giving you a bouquet of what the florist had assured them was the most romantic flowers, and you had accepted them with rosy cheeks and a laugh that should be considered a weapon for the kind of damage it did to their willpower.
Zoey had taken your hand in hers for the first part of the date, leading you around the aquarium on routes she had long-since memorized to heart.
She was talking excitedly about the different exhibits and the different fish, sharing every obscure fact she knew about each fish. And you just listened with that smile of yours, making it known she had your full attention, asking questions in return, making her feel heard in a way very few ever did.
Rumi and Mira had followed, taking turns on who was on your other side, but all three were huddling close to you. Always gravitating around you.
They spent more time looking at your expressions, the soft smiles and the way your eyes would light up with joy, than they did at the fish.
You were so beautiful, so sweet, you were barely doing anything, and it had all three swooning.
And all things considered, they thought the date had been going well!
You were clearly enjoying your time with them as they slowly made their way around the different tanks. You were enthralled by everything Zoey had to say, you listened intently to any remark Rumi and Mira added.
Then Mira had tried to make her move.
The mood was perfect; Zoey and Rumi had stepped back to give you two some semblance of alone time. She'd been flirting and you seemed receptive to it. She had wrapped an arm around your shoulders, was leaning in to kiss you—
Her phone began ringing.
“What, why now—why is Celine calling me?” Mira had complained when she’d fished her phone out.
Grumbling and cursing at fate, she’d stormed off to answer. Whatever it was Celine needed, it had best be important for what she had interrupted.
So—that was the first stumble. But they could recover from this.
Mira just has chronic bad luck when it comes to trying to confess anything to you, that didn’t mean Rumi and Zoey didn’t have a chance to salvage this. Things will get better!
It didn’t get any better.
Each attempt was interrupted, each time they tried to make a move, to make you know their feelings, something had to happen.
Rumi had taken your hand in hers, entwining your fingers together as she stood close, her gaze flickering from your lips and back to your eyes. She wanted to kiss you so badly.
“I need to tell you,” she had begun in a soft whisper, “I am i—”
A group of children cut her off with their screaming and laughter as they ran between you, forcing Rumi to back away—but not quick enough to avoid the can that came flying out of one of the kids’ hands, covering Rumi’s shirt in grape juice.
Their mother had profusely apologized, but that didn’t erase the way Rumi’s face flushed with shame and humiliation. Not even Zoey’s attempt at comfort in the bathroom while she changed into the shirt Mira had quickly gotten from the gift shop had made her feel better.
She almost wanted to cry when you asked if she was okay after leaving the bathrooms. No she was not okay, but she couldn’t say that to your stupid, pretty face.
Mira had tried again while you were in the Deep Blue Sea Tunnel.
She’d sidled up to you, made a joke about how it looked like two of the fish were kissing, had been about to suggest that maybe you and her should follow their advice.
Only she didn’t get to finish that sentence when a group of school girls approached, shyly asking if she was Mira—and already found out, Mira was helpless to say no to autographs and photos.
At one point Zoey had reached peak desperation.
She was ready to drop to her knees in the Penguin Playground, and scream her feelings out loud for everyone to know—only for that to be foiled when a runaway penguin started chasing her instead.
It had taken ten minutes before the staff were able to wrangle the angry humboldt back to his exhibit.
Maybe Mira's curse had spread to the rest of them, because the universe seemed intent on ruining this no matter what.
By the time they had returned to the penthouse, all three girls felt exhausted and wholly defeated.
You were the only one who seemed to have truly enjoyed herself, collapsing on the couch next to Zoey and yawning. “That was so much fun,” you had murmured, a wide grin stretched across your face.
If only the other three could agree.
“Sorry,” you said, yawning again, your eyes struggling to stay open, “All that excitement kind of took everything out of me. Just give me a minute and I can be out of your hair in no time.”
“You can rest here for a while,” Zoey had said instead, wrapping an arm around you to tug you into her side. “You’re dead on your feet, you’re welcome to take a nap.”
Laughing tiredly, you didn’t fight her as she tugged you close, “If I fall asleep now, I’ll end up here all night.”
You said it as if that were a bad thing, but none of the girls here would complain if you stayed over for the night—rather, they’d like it if you spent the night more often.
Mira scoffed, shaking her head, “You’re practically falling asleep already. If it’s a big deal we can wake you up in an hour.”
You opened your mouth to argue with her—but another yawn betrayed you. Instead, your body slumped as your eyes fluttered shut as you nestled further into Zoey, her shoulder becoming your pillow.
The three exchanged a look, the kind of look they had been trading since they’d met you months ago. Full of declarations that need no words.
You were so adorable.
You were so perfect.
You had absolutely no idea the kind of things you were doing to their hearts.
Rumi leaned forward, her body sagging, and her voice a whisper just barely heard. “You really don’t get it, do you?”
You stirred, “Get what?”
“Rumi,” Mira warned, but it was too late.
The words were spilling out before Rumi could even stop herself, before she even knew what she was saying. Thick, full of months of want and longing. “You don’t see what you do to us. How crazy we are for you.”
Slowly, you opened your eyes, blinking blearily as your raised your head from Zoey’s shoulder. “…me?”
Mira exhaled slowly, letting go of the months of restraint and frustration as her hand slowly reached out to take hold of yours. “You really don’t see it.”
Now you were sitting up straighter, familiar confusion knitting your brow, “See what? I—I thought we were friends? I’m sorry—i-if I’ve been overstepping some boundaries—”
Zoey’s laugh cracked, equal in both desperation and hysteria. “Friends? Boundaries? Babe, we’ve been flirting with you nonstop since day one!”
Rumi’s cheeks were flushed, but her gaze stayed steady on you. “We thought just the three of us was enough. Then we met you.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
You stared between them, mouth slightly open as what was happening slowly sank in. Your face slowly turning a vibrant red. “Wait—what? You—you want me? As in, you want want me, you—”
“Yes!” Rumi yelled, throwing her hands in the air. “Oh, my God, yes!”
Mira shook her head, muttering, “We weren’t even being coy about it, and you still missed every hint.”
Was it possible for your face to turn redder? “I—I thought you were just really affectionate!” you defended yourself, your voice growing higher in pitch in your panic. “You three are already the power couple of the nation, I didn’t want to assume—”
“You should have assumed!” Zoey huffed, cheeks puffing out in annoyance. “Do you have any idea how many of your hoodies and shirts I’ve stolen? That’s not just friendship.”
You pulled your hand free from Mira’s so you could bury your face in them, laughing helplessly. “Oh my god.”
Mira leaned in, her voice quiet but steady, an anchor, “We like you,” her voice a whisper in your ear as your hands are pulled from your face.
Then she’s turned your head, and her lips are pressed to yours.
It’s a soft kiss at first, slow and careful, like Mira was testing the waters, wanting to make sure that this was okay. The others were watching intently, trying to gage your reaction, and Mira kept kissing you. A soft moan escaped you.
Mira decided she was going to dedicate her life to hearing you make that sound as much as possible.
When she pulled back, your face is at a record-high red, your eyes almost entirely pupil, and your breathing having grown labored.
“…You want me,” you whispered.
Rumi’s hand reached out to rest on your knee. “So, so badly.”
“You have us feeling like we’re going crazy with how much we want you,” Zoey agreed, resting her head on your shoulder.
“Do you want us?” Mira asked.
Their whole world held its breath for your answer.
Then you smiled—that same radiant, golden smile that had started this all in the first place. “I do.”
Zoey let out a squeal so loud that Rumi and Mira flinched, but neither stopped her when she threw herself against you fully, pulling you into a tight hug, resuming what Mira had started in kissing you, and reaching out blindly for her partners.
They joined more gracefully, wrapping themselves around you and Zoey until all four were tangled together on the couch, laughing breathlessly.
They each kissed you.
Months of want and need coming out as they each took their turn, kissing and holding, showing you just how much they wanted you, just how crazy in love you had made them.
Tomorrow, they can talk. Tomorrow, they can sit down and figure out what they are, figure out what this means for both their personal and professional lives.
But tonight?
Tonight they can finally have everything they’ve been yearning for these past few months.
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