#THE CAP POLYCULE IS BACK

[philtatosbuck]

day whatever and i’m still upset steve’s apparent endgame was with p*ggy when he was dating sam/bucky/nat ://

#literally idc which of the three but they all deserved to be steve's endgame more than her #anti peggy carter #stucky #stevenat #samsteve #romanogers #cap quartet #whatever. fuck her! steve get nat and come back to yr polycule #anti steggy #steve rogers

[kakusu-shipping]

FINE the potato can be in the polycule but they’re not going to be happy about it

#Emile's Arts #Bear Polycule #I want to stop tagging everyone in the polycule so fdkjgkfdgjkdf I'm finally just gonna give it it's own tag #Yeets Riri into my crew of Yandere bears and walks away #I am UNCOMFORTABLE with how well they'd get along with Shirokuma tho like ACTUALLY #No/Low emotions with a (nearly perverted) fascination with romance with/between tennage girls? #Yeah no they were made for eachother have fun you two #I concerned the kind of schemes they'd come up with together #Other than that tho the polycule continues same shit different day #One of these days I'm going to get to the hibernation comic I talked about like a week ago #I PROMISE #EVENTUALLY #Everytime I just LOVE how big Jackpot is compaired to everyone else epsecally his head #Like he's not tall but he does have a fursuit and then some head on he's so big dfkgjdfkjgkd #He's like perfect mid in height in the polycule which is hysterical #I love him I love drawing him Jackpot's so good #I gotta go back and gather a bunch of screen caps of him one of these days #but I fear falling into watching Fairytail again and I don't know if I could survive that

[twilightbarnes]

Imagine being in a polycule with ghoap and all three of you trying to play it off to everyone that you’re just roommates. Two massive, scary military men being roommates with a pretty little thing like you? You’re not fooling anyone, Price thinks as he observes the three of you from across the booth. You’re sandwiched in between your so-called roomates, sipping on something fruity while simon nurses a bourbon and soap enjoys a beer. He even saw Simon offer you a sip of his whiskey, and you accept, swallowing it down with a pinched face and nearly gagging. He swears he sees the Lieutenant’s eyes crinkle behind his balaclava. Simon sharing his whiskey? Price can hardly believe it. You’re so pretty, he thinks. There’s no way his soilders can keep their hands off of you, he can tell by Soap’s antsy-ness, like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands because they’re always full of you. Simon is doing a much better job of keeping things lowkey, Soap, not so much. You’ve definitely got the scot wrapped around your finger with the way he hangs on to your every word.

Price follows Gaz to the bar for another round. “Seen ya looking at her Cap, why don’t you ask her out?” Price chuckles and shakes his head. “I think she’s taken sergeant.” Gaz’s eyebrows furrow. “I doubt she’d be living with two men if she had a boyfriend.”

“Exactly. She’s living with two men because she’s their girl.” Price says. Gaz’s eyes go wide, his head snapping to the three of you from across the room. Simon is saying something to you and you’re blushing. Soap has his arm around the booth and his hand is playing with the ends of your hair, attempting to be discreet but Gaz’s trained eye still sees it. Oh. Oh.

“Bloody hell.” The Sergeant says in disbelief, and Price cracks him a smile in return, patting his shoulder before walking back to the booth. “Told ya so.”

A few weeks later Price is debriefing your boys before they go on leave. “That’s all. You two tell your girl I said hello.” He quips, giving them that signature Price smile before leaving them to look at eachother in realization.

#simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #ghoap x reader #ghoap x you

[amuseoffyre]

The more I write of my OFMD speculative S3 fic, the more I realise how much the writers were constrained for writing S2, by budget and executive interference about content and the limited time given by 8 episodes with reduced duration caps - I hadn't realised how much shorter some of the S2 episodes were than S1.

It makes me spit tacks thinking how much they could have done with the full 10 episodes, how so much of the stuff that felt rushed or pruned down or even fully cut was because too many CEOs spoiling the broth and forcing them to speedrun (and censor) so much.

We know they had:

a reunion scene with Jim and Olu - Samba mentioned it in WJW. Roach bringing them the soup and Olu crying on Jim's shoulder.

scenes setting up Zheng and Olu in the Republic from the press stills so it wasn't just hacked and slashed down to "you're the break in my day"

Wee John had more scenes with a through-line through multiple episodes about being tired of just being the Big Guy/muscle.

the entire planned polycule during episode 6 that was fully vetoed to the point that the cast and writers had to resort to slipping in coded references ("we've shared before" / "he's my anchor")

episode 6 originally meant to be a wedding episode where Ed actually pays for Lucius and Pete's wedding which again, vetoed, and we were only given a 2 minute ceremony tacked on the end - the fact that "Calypso's birthday" is literally "something you just made up as an excuse for a party" because they had to rewrite the episode

Ed and Stede actually spending episode 6 with them both not dealing well with "going slow" but it also being vetoed because Heaven forfend showing positive sexual desire between gay characters. But sure, lets show them being tortured instead. Max likes that.

Related to this is the 24 sexathon. Originally, it was meant to be Jim/Olu/Archie but it was shifted over to Lucius and Pete. Look at S1 when we had naked Olu and Jim snuggled post-coitus and Lucius drawing dick-pics and flirting shamelessly, 'we don't belong to each other'.

By comparison, S2 was pared back to a handful of kisses, one fade to black and a 60-second wedding. Nothing says sterilising the queer sex experience like having two people standing two feet apart, fully-dressed and not touching while saying "Oh yeah we had so much sex" 😤 THEY COULD HAVE BEEN CUDDLING IN BED. WE DESERVED CUDDLES. THIS GOES FOR EVERYONE.

But no. You may only have [this] much open queer affection in this show and then we shall destroy it because we never wanted to give you S2 in the first place.

#ofmd #ofmd meta #ofmd rage

[ladykailitha]

Royal Pain Part 28

Hello! This is the last chapter before the epilogue. I'm so grateful for everyone who's still reading this little big story. Longest thing I've ever written. It caps out at nearly 60k words. I want to thank the people who have been reading this since day one and all the people that joined us for the ride along the way.

I love reading your comments and theories. I especially loved reading the freak outs over cliffhangers and the abuse I piled on our poor boys. But I am a sucker for happy endings.

Also a little treat for @goodolefashionedloverboi who wanted this way back in part 21.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11 Pt 12 Pt 13 Pt 14 Pt 15 Pt 16 Pt 17 Pt 18 Pt 19 Pt 20 Pt 21 Meta Pt 22 Pt 23 Pt 24  Pt 25 Pt 26 Pt 27

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“Steve!” Robin called out. “Your boyfriend is here!”

Steve came running out of the back room. His grin nearly split his face in two.

He lifted Eddie up and spun him around. Eddie laughed out loud.

“Put me down, you menace!” Eddie said between gasps of giggles.

Steve gently put him down. And then kissed him right in front of Robin.

Who promptly fake gagged.

“Shush you,” Steve said. “You should be grateful I didn’t let him keep me in bed this morning.”

Robin gasped. “Betrayal! And in front of my coffee no less!” She covered her coffee with her hands as if to shield it from the scene in front of her.

Eddie laughed. “Sorry there Birdie, it was a very near thing. I had to be bribed!”

She shook her head. “Go on, get! Before you ruin my coffee with your sugary sweetness.”

Steve and Eddie just smiled and walked back to Steve’s room, hands in each other’s back pockets.

Once they got to the room, Eddie was all over Steve. Hands tangled in his hair, lips on that perfect mouth. Gripping the back of Eddie’s shirt was all he could do to keep upright.

“Baby,” Eddie whined when they finally broke apart. “I missed you so much. I promise to never leave you like that again.”

Steve nuzzled their noses together and sighed happily. “I know, Eds. I missed you too.”

Eddie stepped back to take off his shirt and Steve scanned over the expanse of his chest.

Eddie caught the look and grinned. “No new tattoos, sweetheart. I don’t trust anyone else but you.”

Steve blushed. “That’s nice to hear, beautiful. But I was just ogling my boyfriend.”

Eddie laughed. “Yeah, okay that’s fair.” He walked over the chair and straddled it, resting his head on his folded arms.

“Let’s get this bad boy done, shall we?” Steve sighed happily.

“Sure thing, darlin’,” Eddie murmured. “Can’t wait.”

Steve started up his gun and got to work. All the while they chatted about the lighter stuff of the last three weeks. Eddie caught up on all the shop gossip.

“Honestly,” Steve said, “if Robin doesn’t pick soon, she’s going to be in the world’s most awkward polycule.”

Eddie laughed. “She’ll figure it out. But I guess Birdie really has a thing for redheads.”

Steve chuckled too. “Oh, yeah. Pretty much always had. Except once with Nancy back in high school. But that was more a ‘everyone had a crush on Nancy’ thing then a specific crush.”

Eddie hummed. “You said you had a thing for curly haired smart people with soulful eyes. You were talking about me too, right?”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “Oh yeah. I’m not a subtle person when it comes to my crushes. Pretty much everyone figures it out before I do. Except in your case. I’ve had a crush on you since high school.”

“Me too, Stevie.”

“It’s about time we got our heads out of our asses, then.”

Eddie murmured his agreement and they settled into a comfortable silence.

*

Robin was still going to kick Eddie’s ass for making Steve sad for two weeks, but after hearing it from him how much he hated touring and how much he missed Steve, she forgave him for the most part. He sounded like he had been more miserable than Steve and that was honestly saying something.

So she went to Corroded Coffin’s return concert at the Nightmare Holes and cheered loudly for them.

She also knew she had to chose between Chrissy and Vickie soon otherwise they were going to have a cat fight.

But Robin didn’t want to chose. She liked the attention from both girls plus it would be super awkward if she chose Vickie and Chrissy stayed at the shop. But it would also be awkward working with Vickie at the front desk if she picked Chrissy.

It was a mess.

But then a lightbulb dawned over her head. Maybe she didn’t have to chose.

She spoke to them on their way to the club and ended up dancing with both of them all night.

*

Steve waved at the rest of the band as Eddie dragged him to his car, eager to get back to Steve’s apartment.

Steve laughed as Eddie shoved him into the passenger seat of his own car and got in the driver’s seat.

“Someone’s in a hurry there,” Steve teased.

“Stevie darling,” Eddie said. “I am vibrating out of my skin here with anticipation and if I don’t see that tattoo of yours soon, I’m might go absolutely feral. Do you understand?”

He laughed. “Yeah, baby, I hear you.”

Eddie breathed out and drove to the apartment. They walked up the stairs and once the door was closed behind they were all over each other. Hands and mouths all over as they tumbled onto the sofa.

Shirts were the first to fly, Steve careful with Eddie’s still healing tattoo.

“Baby,” Eddie whined. “Is your tattoo healed?”

Steve wiggled underneath him. “For the most part, it’s been about two weeks.”

Eddie let out another whine. “This won’t hurt you?”

Steve shook his head. “The scab is already gone. I heal fast.”

Eddie undid Steve’s jeans and slid them down his legs. He looked up at Steve for permission for the final layer of clothes to be removed. Steve nodded and lifted his hips for Eddie to slide off his underwear.

Eddie gasped when he saw it.

His thumb gently rubbed over the tattoo. It wasn’t very large, about the size of a half dollar. It was a simple heart with bat wings and a little crown.

“Baby, is this us?” he asked, breathless.

Steve nodded. “Yeah, do you like it?”

“I love it, sweetheart,” Eddie whispered. “And when my back is done, I am going to get it done on me, too.”

Steve’s eyes glistened with happy tears. “Okay, yeah. Suddenly I need that.”

Eddie kissed him deeply. “Me, too. I need you so much.”

They got Eddie’s pants and underwear off and Steve moaned at the long, graceful lines of his boyfriend’s lean body.

“Fuck, Eds,” Steve murmured. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Eddie threw his head back and moaned. They had to be careful with Eddie’s still healing back, but they managed to make do and had a great time.

Once they had cleaned up and dressed, Steve began making dinner.

“So how did your meeting with Murray Bauman go?” he asked as he fried up the chicken for fajitas.

“It went great,” Eddie said. “Cec is still going to bring the contract to one of his law professors to make sure he didn’t miss any hidden bullshit, but yeah. It seems like Corroded Coffin is going to make an EP.”

Steve hummed. “And that different than a full record, right?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said, nodding. “It’s about five songs. But it’s what most new artists get. The record company doesn’t want to spend a boat load of money on an LP only for the band to not go anywhere.”

“That makes sense,” Steve murmured. “And you guys are going to keep working at the Nightmare Holes?”

Eddie nodded again. “Yeah, and if the record hits big, we can renegotiate our contract with Rick to get more money each week.”

“That’s great,” Steve said with a smile.

“And you and your genius schedule is going to work out great,” Eddie said with an answering grin. “They’ll even send a car for us every time, too.”

“Wow,” Steve said. “That’s awesome. Looks like I’m going have a rockstar boyfriend.”

“A perfect compliment to my tattoo artist boyfriend.”

Steve came over to where Eddie was seated at the table to kiss him. “Perfect indeed.”

They had dinner and sat down to watch a movie. They curled up on the sofa and just enjoyed each other’s company. Like they had so many times before.

Other than the sex, they were still Eddie and Steve. They still enjoyed the same movies, food, and music that they did before they got together.

They were just finally on the same page.

Once the movie was over, Eddie pulled out his guitar.

“You ready for this, baby?” he asked as Steve turned to face him on the couch.

Eddie played the first song he wrote on the road, the one that made Jeff and the others cry.

Tears streamed down Steve’s cheeks, too. “I’m sorry you were so lonely, Eds. I’m glad you’re home now.”

“Me too, sweetheart,” he murmured. “But I think you’ll like this one more.”

And he play the most beautiful, heart-stoppingly romantic song Steve had ever heard and it was for him. About them. And he was crying for a completely different reason now.

“Sunshine,” Steve said through his tears. “That was amazing. They both were. Thank you for sharing them with me.”

Eddie kissed him fiercely over the guitar. “Just you wait, Stevie. You’re going to get a life time of sappy love songs.”

“And I’ll cherish every single one.”

They got ready for bed and snuggled up together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

*

The next morning led to morning sex, showers, and breakfast, never too far apart.

They were getting ready for a walk in the park when they got to witness a Robin Buckley walk of shame.

She opened the door and jumped when she saw them. “Shit!”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“And what time do you call this, young lady,” Eddie teased.

Robin blushed all the way to her roots. She pulled out her phone. “Uh...11:13am?”

Eddie cackled as Steve grinned.

“And which lovely lady did you go home with last night?” Steve asked.

Robin’s blush deepened. “Both?”

Eddie and Steve glanced at each other again.

“You want to repeat that?” Eddie asked.

She shrugged. “I couldn’t decide. And Chrissy had hit on Vickie before, which lead to us talking to Vickie and once it was made clear that it wasn’t just a one time threesome she decided she was down for poly relationship.”

Eddie and Steve both held up their fists for her to bump and she fist bumped them both at the same time.

“You go girl!” Eddie crowed.

“Hell, yeah, Robs,” Steve said. “That’s awesome!”

“Where are you two love birds going?” Robin asked.

“Just for a walk in the park.”

“Have fun.”

***

Epilogue

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#my writing #stranger things #steddie #ladykailtiha writes #tattoo artist steve

[dont-offend-the-bees]

We really only saw scraps of the wedding and reception so like, obviously I can’t help but think of other little things that couldve happened over the course of the night.

Things like idk, Guillermo giving a best man speech, where he gently teases Nandor in ways he wouldn’t have been allowed in years past and Nandor pouts but he loves it and most of the vampire wedding guests are confused as to why the human can speak to him like that but the polycule are rolling with laughter, the Sire’s snickering and the Baron’s doing his little lilting ‘ha, ha, ha!’. And Guillermo caps off the teasing with something so soft and sentimental that Laszlo and Nadja gag and Nandor gazes at him with that fucking smitten expression of his and someone hastily starts the fucking music for dancing because the atmosphere just got too charged in here.

Things like Marwa, after smothering Guillermo’s face with kisses, asking him to dance and them twirling and giggling and being adorable. And Nandor asking if he can cut in, and Guillermo saying of course and putting Marwa’s hand in Nandor’s, and Nandor having no idea how to say that that’s not what he meant; and Marwa having no idea how to say she’s about as disappointed as he is.

Things like Nandor worrying about leaving Guillermo asleep and vulnerable in a lobby full of departing vampires, telling his actual fucking bride that he’ll see her back at the house, and carefully scooping up his little best man and flying him home in his arms to tuck him into bed.

Things like Nandor and Marwa finally getting home, getting into a room alone, fidgeting awkwardly because it’s the wedding night and y’know what that means, Nadja and Laszlo just sang a whole fucking song about it, but instead mutually agreeing that they’re a bit tired and just. Going to sleep. And not talking about the very uncomfortable fact that they’re currently both wishing they could be saying their goodnights to the same person who isn’t in this room right now.

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits spoilers #if nandor doesn't use one of his last wishes to set that poor girl free and give her everything she wants i'll set fire to his coffin #also on a lighter note: every possible partners configuration of wedding dancing #i want guillermo dancing with EVERYBODY #and laszlo would insist on at LEAST five dances with sean #mr. bees speaks

[chris-continues]

Trigun Band AU

General HC’s + how you meet

TW: suggestive (just heavy kissing)

SPECIAL THANKS TO @h4venpha @sapphirescience @linkdedruid and @beanibon FOR HELPING ME BRAINSTORM ILY GUYS AND IF U WRITE ANYTHING BAND AU PLS TAG ME <333 (in all caps to indicate enthusiasm) (shakes violently)

TAGS: @millionsvash @macncherries @lune010 @astrathecowboy @captaintweet

Let me know if you want to be added or removed from the taglist!

You’re a classmate of Wolfwood’s in college and find out he’s apart of a rock/alt garage band named Gunsmoke with some of his friends- one day he’s frustrated that it’s his turn to do some of the managerial stuff and as he’s complaining to you about it, you suggest that you can take it up. You’re interested after all, and he seems chill enough so.. why not?

You meet him there with his brother, Livio (singer), who’s wildly cute and sticks to him like a social anchor, then meet Vash (drummer), Meryl (second vocalist), and Milly (guitarist) who are inside setting up (Wolfwood is a bassist)

Over time you do more gigs with them and have fun, soon pining after all of them lowk…

Wolfwood guides you with a hand on your back, Livio uses his hand to prevent you from bumping into anything, Meryl lectures you (she’s just worried about you!!), Milly grabs sweets for you, and Vash sometimes stands a bit close to you, gaze lasting a bit too long.

Also Livio’s lyrics start sounding a bit more romantic too :0 (I wonder why??)

Polycule begins!! (Livio and Wolfwood are platonic since they’re brothers) and they’re the best partners you could ever ask for

While getting ready for a show, you’re their “good luck charm” (meaning they kiss you right before a show)

Milly kisses your cheek, Meryl is too shy to do anything but will give your cheek a kiss if she’s nervous, Vash peppers kisses over your face, Livio is also usually too shy but Wolfwood teases him about it like “what, too shy to kiss your own partner Liv?” And then Livio pecks your lips and hides his face, Wolfwood pulls you in by the waist and kisses you then tickles you cause he’s a piece of shit (affectionate)

Vash will cheekily go, “And this song is for you, mayfly.” And wink at you. Whenever this happens, Meryl usually feels part of your secondhand embarrassment and adoration and facepalms

Songwriting sessions with them consist of Wolfwood and Vash tapping their knees and making dumb noises to make a beat that somehow eventually works?? And Meryl is like, “how do you guys do it?? >:0” cause she’s been tryna construct something for a hot minute.

Livio is actually pretty good at coming up with lyrics, constantly humming under his breath with headphones and finding inspiration. It’s really cute. Him, with his hair up and knees curled to his chest as he sits on the floor, hand tapping as he hums.

Milly does something similar w/ drum beats! Sometimes they’ll be sitting next to each other and doing it and their hands touch. He gets really flustered and she’s like, “Awww”

During these sessions Milly, Livio, and you often go on snack runs (they both have sweet tooth’s)

Making out with Wolfwood in the back room.. his tongue piercing is cool against your lip

Also both him and Vash have matching tongue piercings, they fucking love to tease their partners with it because GOD it’s something

Livio gets one a bit later (so far for piercings he has snake bites, vertical labaret, his eyebrow, + industrial and other ear piercings), no tattoo’s though.

Vash has a smiley, a bellybutton piercing, along with a few ear piercings (and his tongue piercing), but one drunken night Wolfwood dares him to get a tramp stamp. He also has an inner lip tattoo saying, “babygirl” in cursive lettering

Wolfwood has spider bites + tongue piercing and has a matching tramp stamp with Vash (it’s a heart design with flames coming from the sides)

Wolfwood and Vash asko have matching nipple piercings

Milly would have an industrial, Meryl with a septum + a few ear piercings. I think they both would keep it pretty light.

You guys potentially get matching tattoos? (Smth w/ angel wings?)

Wolfwood gets it on his back, Vash on his wrist (so he can always look at it) Livio also gets it on his wrist, Meryl on her sternum and Milly on her shoulder/bicep

#trigun band au #trigun #trigun stampede #chris writes #vash the stampede #livio tristamp #tristamp livio #nicholas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #milly thompson x reader #meryl stryfe x reader #vash x you #vash the stampede x reader #Wolfwood x reader #gender neutral reader #polycule #polygun #polygun x reader #band au #band au vash #band au meryl #band au milly #band au livio #band au wolfwood

[avengerscompound]

The Recruit - 33. Wanda

The Recruit - An Avengers Fanfiction

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes x Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Word Count: 2229

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Synopsis:  When Sam Wilson is set up on a blind date, he doesn’t expect anything to come from it.  He is already in a relationship after all, and not just with one other person, but a whole group of them. You never expected to end up working for the Avengers let alone be dating six of them at the same time.  Now you’re balancing a new job, a new romance, new friends, and a secret that could destroy a lot of lives if it got out.  It’s a tricky balance to get right at the best of times, but when something happens to Steve Rogers it’s up to the people who love him most to get him back.

33. Wanda

Wanda sat in the back of the jet with the trainees completely on edge.  Chaos magic was crackling just under her skin, making her feel like an exposed wire.  She had known there was something wrong with Steve since they’d come back from the mission.  Everyone did, but his thought patterns had been altered.  Almost like there was something in him changing who he was.  Everyone was calling it PTSD and said he was working on it, so she just let herself believe that was all it was, because what else could it be?

She felt guilty now because whatever was going on with Steve was much bigger than simply PTSD and she’d allowed people to dismiss her when she’d tried to warn them.  Now she was on the way to try to find him with Clint and a bunch of unseasoned rookies and the recruit that had initiated this off-book rescue mission was the one in a relationship with six of her teammates, including Clint.

She felt awkward and antsy and ready to fight.

There was movement at the front of the jet and you stepped out.  She could feel the nervousness radiating off you like you were sending sparks out at the group.

All the trainees looked over at you like you had two heads.  Wanda supposed that made sense, here you were getting special access to Avengers things.  They had to have all kinds of theories as to what was going on.

“What’s going on?” Zuri asked.

You took a seat and let out a breath, looking over at Wanda.  All she could think to do was nod, she hoped it was reassuring.  This had nothing to do with her, but she wanted to make sure you didn’t feel alone.

“So when we find Steve, things are going to get kind of emotional,” she said.  “There’s - things - that people haven’t wanted to become public, and I don’t want you all the be blindsided.  I’ve been lying to you.”

“You are a spy!” Qadira yelped.

“No she’s not,” Zuri said.  “She’s dating Steve Rogers.”

Wanda had to keep her face set, but she nearly started laughing.  Zuri was so close to the real answer, but she’d just missed it.

“It explains so much,” Zuri continued.  “Why she couldn’t tell us.  Why he lost his shit on the last mission.”

“No way,” Jackie said.  “Cap is dating Agent Carter. I’m sure of it.”

You clicked your tongue.  “Do you want the actual answers?” you asked.

“Right,” Zuri said. “Continue.”

“Well, you were both right,” you said.  “And not quite right.  I told you I was seeing a few people.  Well, I’ve joined a polycule.  That group contains, Steve, Agent Carter, Clint -” you gestured over your shoulder with your thumb - “Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and James Barnes.”

“What.  The.  Fuck?” Anderson hissed.  “Are you serious?”

“Yes. I can’t go into any details.  I signed an NDA when I first even agreed to this.  But I hope you can understand why I was lying to you, and why this has to stay a secret.  I hate that it’s a secret.  I have wanted to talk to you all about it for a long time.  And in case you were wondering, my recruitment and the dating were two separate things.  Tony Stark recruited me just the way I said, not knowing that I’d been on a date with Sam Wilson and that the same night Sam had asked if I wanted to join their polycule.  The only thing they have in common is that the reason I was out the front of the building to be able to save Tony’s life was that I’d just been upstairs having dinner with Sam as he explained to me his unique relationship.” 

“No one thinks you’re here because of nepotism,” Jackie assured you.

“Yeah,” Qadira added.  “You’re one of the best of us.”

The smile on your face was a mixture of genuine flattery and relief.  Wanda could feel how happy it made you that your friends had your back like this.  She was proud of them too.  It just went to show how good the recruitment process was.  Not only did they have a group of people who were tops in their fields, but they were good people.  The perfect people to have on call to help protect the world.

“Thank you,” you said.  “Well, I mostly just wanted you to know because, for Clint and me, and any of the others who manage to get to him in time, it’s not about trying to stop Captain America.  It’s trying to appeal to a man we love who’s got something really wrong with him.  It might get emotional.”

“Don’t worry,” Jordan said.  “We’ve got your back.  And no one’s gonna spill to the press after all the dust settles.”

You returned to the front of the plane and the other trainees started whispering with each other.  It was mostly shocked murmurings.  No one was saying anything negative or worrying, so Wanda just let them be.  It was big news - she still sometimes talked to the other Avengers about the group.

About forty minutes into the flight Tony and Rhodey caught up to them, and they stayed in formation with the jet.  It was a little over an hour when Clint started to bring the jet down closer to ground level.  He was skimming the treetops along an old state highway when there was a screeching sound on the left side of the plane and an explosion that rocked the whole cabin.

“What was that?” Wanda yelled.

“He threw his shield at us!” Clint called back.  “Brace yourselves, we’re going down.”

“Jackie,” Wanda said as she stood.  “Help me steady the plane.”

Wanda flicked her wrists and the pink cloud of chaos magic spread out from her hands and surrounded the plane.  Jackie began to chant and a deep purple cloud joined Wanda’s pink and the two witches began to help bring the jet down safely.

It was still a bumpy landing, and the jet skidded into the forest, felling trees and sending wildlife scattering.

“Is everyone alright back there?” Clint called.

“Yeah,” Jordan replied.  “Let us out before we lose him!”

The back of the jet opened and the whole group got up, grabbing weapons and hurrying down the ramp.  “Distract, do not engage,” Clint called to the group as they ran.  None of you are bulletproof, and he’s not going to miss if he throws that shield at you.  Communicate through Wanda.  Focus.  We can’t have any of you getting overwhelmed.”

When Wanda reached Steve, he was locked in battle with Tony and Rhodey, throwing his shield at Rhodey as he rolled out of the way of a blast sent at him from Tony.  He looked wrong.  He was wearing his uniform, but it seemed to be covered in thick, black tar. It clung to it and changed it, making it smoother in some places and sharper in others.  Threaded through the black was a webbing of green.  It looked almost like veins, but at this chest, overlaying the star, it formed the H.Y.D.R.A. skull and tentacles.

That was not as disturbing as Steve’s eyes.  They were pitch black.  Not just the irises, but all of it.  It was like someone had colored them in with a Sharpie.  Wanda had been right all along; there was something in him.

The sounds of jets filled the air and Sam and Vision came flying in, landing amongst the group of trainees.  Steve called his shield back.  It flew through the air and he caught it, clicking it back in place on his arm as he surveyed the group with cold, dark eyes.

“Hey, Steve,” Sam said.  “How about you put the shield down.”

“Steve doesn’t exist anymore,” Steve replied.  “There is only H.Y.D.R.A.”

Some of the others ran in surrounding Steve where he stood in the middle of the road.  No one made a move, Wanda looked ever at Jackie. ‘There’s something in him,’ she sent.  ‘We need to get it out.’

“Steve,” you said.  “That’s not who you are.”

“I don’t answer to that anymore,” he spat.  “I suggest you all back-off.”

“Come on, Steve,” Bucky said, walking in through the group.  “You can shake this off, pal.”

Steve pulled a knife out of his belt and threw it, it landed just shy of Bucky’s feet, stopping him where he stood.  As soon as Steve let the blade go, Clint loosed an arrow at him.  Steve snatched it out of the air and whipped it back at Clint and it embedded into his thigh.

“Those two are free,” Steve snarled. “The next will be deadly.  Let us go.”

“Steve,” Sharon said.  “You’re just going to let this happen?  You’re just going to let this thing kill everyone you love?”

He flinched and snarled again, baring his teeth. “There is no Steve!”

Wanda and Jackie began to use their magic trying to pry whatever this was out of Steve.  It was thick and dark and it felt like it burned back through her as she touched on it.  Steve was in there, she could feel him, scared and trapped, but whatever this was felt like it was fused to his very cells.

Steve spun around, focusing on Wanda and he threw the shield at her.  Tony blasted it out of the air and it went flying in the opposite direction.  The heat of the blast made the thing that was clinging to Steve flinch and for just a moment, Steve took control.

“Please,” he begged in a quiet voice.  “I’m trying to hold it back.  Run.  Leave me.”

And then he was gone again.

“It’s scared of fire!” Jackie called.

“Keep encouraging him,” Wanda added.  “He’s in there.  He can help us fight it.”

“You’re better than this, Steve,” you said. “Please fight it.  You don’t want him to kill us.” 

“You don’t even know what you're talking about, little girl,” Steve snarled.

Clint loosed three flaming arrows at once and they landed on three sides of him.  He darted back and Clint did it again, and again, while Tony, Vision, and Rhodey took off and set the ground around him on fire, until he was circled in flame.  The thing let out an ear-splitting screech and rippled on its suit.  Steve seemed to grab hold of it and started tearing it away from him, but it seemed useless, like tearing liquid, as he pulled it away it just spread out and clung to him again.

“Double down, Jackie,” Wanda called.

The two women began to work together, grabbing the black gunk and pulling it toward the fire.

“Come on Captain,” Collins called out.  “You’re one of my biggest idols. Don’t let H.Y.D.R.A. beat you now.”

“Yeah, Cap,” Zuri yelled.  “That would be really embarrassing.”

The other recruits all start yelling out their encouragement, telling him what they meant to him and how they believed in him.  It seemed to be working but not enough.

“Come on, Cap,” Tony called out.  “Who’s going to make me look good if you’re not around?”

“You once said to me that the only thing that mattered was who I was on the inside.  That’s what matters now, Cap.  Who you are.  You would never let H.Y.D.R.A win,” Bruce called out.

“Yes!” Wanda called as she pulled more of the black goo from him. “Get personal.”

Sharon moved in closer to the flames.  “Steve, honey,” she said. “Come on neighbor.  We have a laundry date, remember?” 

Natasha jogged up beside her.  “Yeah, Steve.  You’re my favorite fossil, and I have a lot more dates to set up for you.”

Steve cried out and threw some of the goop into the flame, it screamed and caught fire, turning to ash almost at once.

Sam moved in. “On your left, Steve.  You can do this.  We can go home and I’ll make you breakfast.”

Clint jumped down from the tree.  “Time to suit up, Steve.”

“‘Til the end of the line, Punk,” Bucky said, stepping up to the others and taking Sharon’s hand.  They all linked hands and you moved in with them, taking both Sam and Natasha’s hand too.

“We all love you, Steve.  Please come back to us,” you said.

He let out an almighty roar and pulled hard on the black goo.  Wanda and Jackie grabbed hold of it and pulled with him and it let go.  The two women surrounded it with their powers and dropped it down into the fire.  It screamed as it burned but they held it down so it couldn’t escape.

When the last of it was burned away, Tony and Rhodey extinguished the flames, and Steve’s group of lovers ran in.

Steve collapsed onto the ground and curled into a ball, and Sam crouched down to hold him.  

“You okay, baby?” Sharon asked.

He looked up, trembling. “That was fucking exhausting,” he whispered.

Everyone looked at Wanda and she scanned Steve.  There was no more sign of the thing in him.  It was just Steve. Tired and in pain.  But all him.  She nodded to them.

“Language, Steve,” Natasha teased.

He let out a soft laugh and nuzzled into Sam.  “Can we please go home?”

// NEXT

#avengers #marvel #avengers x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #sharon carter #natasha romanoff #clint barton #avengers fanfic #clint barton x bucky barnes x sharon carter x steve rogers x natasha romanoff x sam wilson x reader #reader insert #smut #polyamory #fanfic #fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #sharon carter x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #clint barton x reader #the recruit

[oldsargasso]

ficlet: should've atoned by now

what if Way faked his death and ran away and also he started getting morning sickness? and called Kenta for help? and I've been having a lot of pack-related thoughts thanks to @le-trash-prince? (I'm about to respond to your asks I just had to get this out of my brain)

and then I wrote 1k of it? what if that happened.

way-centric. implied pete/way. (background kenta/dean + polycule if I were to actually finish this) warning for pregnancy & pregnancy termination

The first morning he throws up, Way thinks it's due to the awful hangover he's woken up with. He's never drinking curaçao again. No matter how fun the cocktails had been, it's not worth this. There's not a lot in his new apartment, but at least he'd picked up some groceries the day before yesterday. Once he can get off the floor—the lovely, cool, quiet floor—he'll figure out what to eat to settle his stomach.

The next morning, he's forced to reassess. He's not drunk, or hungover. Maybe a stomach bug, he thinks, brushing his teeth twice to get rid of the taste of bile.

A week of mornings later, he's forced to reassess again. It's probably not a stomach bug or a virus that's making him puke his guts up every morning while leaving him with no other side effects.

Pulling out his phone, he searches up possible causes. One particular answer comes up repeatedly. But—no chance. It's out of the question. They hadn't—but they had, Way's memory helpfully informs him. The second time that night. He doesn't know if Pete knew because he knew or if Way was just far too easy to read with his walls down. But that second time, Pete had spooned up behind Way and pushed inside him bare, whispering things into his shoulders that Way had forced himself not to hear.

Then they'd gotten up, gotten dressed, and gone to confront their father, and Way had consciously not thought about it in the three weeks since.

Way slumps back down next to the sink.

"Fuck," he tells the bathroom, voice rough after days without speaking to anyone.

There's only one way to know for sure. Somehow, when Way had been making plans upon plans, he hadn't thought to include a fucking doctor for his new identity. A stupid oversight. He'd gotten sloppy, distracted, the past few months.

Digging a denim jacket out of the depths of his closet, Way shoves a cap on his head and a mask over his face, and heads for the biggest chemist in town.

---

It feels too conspicuous to just buy a single pregnancy test. Wandering the aisles for a little while, Way tosses various other items into his basket. He'll probably never need a lavender-scented heat pack but hey, why not? Maybe the teenager working the register will think he's buying all this for a girlfriend or something. It’s still hard to shove down the desire to reach out and make someone like her just forget they ever saw him—Way does it despite the effort required. Crams the urge into one of the many boxes in his mind labelled DON’T and leaves it there to remain untouched.

Not, as Way finds out a few minutes later, that the teenager cares even the slightest bit about what Way is purchasing, beyond telling him the total and sighing impatiently when it takes him more than a millisecond to fumble his card out of his wallet. Taking the proffered bag and receipt, Way escapes from her judgemental glare.

He makes it home without getting stuck talking to his overly-friendly neighbour, which is a minor miracle in itself. Way's fairly certain the guy doesn't work, or do anything other than sit and stare out the window, waiting to ambush anyone passing by. Even pretending to be on the phone doesn't dissuade him, Way has unhappily discovered.

Half a bottle of water later, Way takes the test.

Then he takes half an hour to work up the courage to check the results.

"Fuck," he says emphatically at the awful cheerful positive indicator. "Fuck." How the fuck is he—how is Ice, 36 year old beta who recently quit his job in admin at a car dealership and moved to his mother's hometown after her untimely death—supposed to terminate a pregnancy? Without anyone knowing?

Several deep breaths and a shot of whiskey later, Way lines up all his contingency plans and goes through them all, one by one. Four hours later, he makes a single phone call.

---

Contingency plan #53 turns up four uncomfortable mornings later with an extremely uninvited companion.

"You tried to kill Babe, " Way says, ignoring Kenta's polite greeting.

"Sure did," Dean answers, all false bravado and trembling fingers. "Tried to kill Charlie too."

Way couldn't hold back the eye roll. "Obviously I don't care about that." He sighs. It still kinda hurts to start talking these days. He refuses to be one of those people that talks to themselves out loud all the time though.

"He only did it all that because I convinced him to," Kenta adds in a mild tone.

"Fuck off," Dean scowls at him. "You aren't the boss of me. You can't make me do anything." Kenta looks back, face impassive as usual.

"Come inside, " Way orders them both. "My neighbours are so nosy." He steps back to wave them through the door. Dean moves past him, close enough for their arms to brush. He smells like himself: warm cotton and frangipani, and he also smells like pack. It hits Way visceral and deep. The urge to pull his pack member, his pup, close and safe is overwhelming; Way's moving before the thought is even fully formed.

Dean's lost weight. His shoulder blades are so fragile under Way's hands. He's torn between the desire to squeeze tighter: to crush Dean down to a fine powder, and an intense longing to shove him into the comfortable chair in front of the TV and feed him until he's overfull. He does neither. Just holds an increasingly trembling Dean with both arms tight, tight, breathing deep of his scent until it’s all Way can sense.

The whole time, Kenta stands and stares at them. Unsurprising, really. He's probably still learning that humans have emotions. Way frowns at him just for fun, just to make him flinch, then goes back to burying his nose in Dean's hair.

"Welcome home," Way whispers and doesn't even complain when Dean gets the front of his shirt all wet.

#my fic #pit babe #cannot stop thinking about like. alphas being possessive of their packs #and then enigmas being more so? #that's why pete has such a saviour complex he's already adopted everyone into his pack #anyway I think way should have to live #not written: way and dean discussing the different ways they hurt Babe and how they feel about it while not talking about feelings at all #also not written: way making dean sleep next to him in the bed for pack bonding and kenta sleeping on the floor

[innytoes]

I will be shocked if I'm the only one who sends you this, but: found family Thanksgiving, greater polyphantoms polycule

It wasn't like Thanksgiving was the biggest deal, Julie tried to reason with herself, even as she refreshed her phone again, and again, and again. She didn't even like Thanksgiving that much. The Molinas had always been more of a Christmas kind of family. Mostly because Mom liked the sparkly lights and Dad was a fiend for gingerbread.

But her phone still said that all flights to LA were cancelled, and would be until after the holidays, due to the stupidly early snowstorms. She should have just done what most people had done, and skip her last few days of class to catch an earlier flight.

But she really couldn't afford to miss more of her stupid mandatory PE credit dance classes, after she already missed two in a row due to oversleeping after staying up working on her musical composition homework and a bout of the flu. So her dad and her aunt had advised her to not skip, school came first, it would be fine, the news was always being dramatic anyway.

She couldn't even bear to call her dad, knowing that just the sound of his voice would make her burst into tears. Instead she texted him the screenshot, and he sent her back a very long text about how much he loved her and would miss her and he'd send some money so she could get something nice to treat herself. They could video call all day if she wanted to.

She sent him a little thumbs up, before throwing herself at her pillow and having a good cry. Then, she went down the dorm hall to get a hot shower and change into her coziest, most comforting PJs to have a little pity party with the hidden lock box of snacks under her bed. (Her roommate Kayla was an awesome friend but also a dirty snack thief.)

The dorms were echoingly empty. It was almost creepy. The food hall was closed for the holidays, so she quickly heated up some water for instant noodles before hurrying back to her room. She stayed up too late comfort-watching Gilmore Girls and eating an entire roll of Oreos and several mini chocolate chip muffins before falling asleep amidst the crumbs. Excellent pity party.

She woke up to what sounded like three separate people knocking on her door. For a moment, she was confused, before she blearily shoved her glasses onto her face and rolled out of bed. She opened the door angrily, ready to snap at whoever was disturbing her wallowing. "What the hell are you doing knocking so early it's only..." she threw a look at the clock and deflated. "Um, noon."

"Julie!" Oh no. That was Luke, from her song writing class. The guy who she kind of had a crush on, with his cute smile and his pretty eyes and his brilliant lyrics and his- "You were right, Reg, she's totally still here, just like you said."

"Not that I was stalking you or anything!" Oh no, and there was her other crush, red-cheeked and fidgeting. Reggie was in her dance class, one of the few people who showed up yesterday. Which meant that they'd been partnered up a lot. Which had been really nice, except also very, very distracting. "It's just that you were saying you were going to the airport right after class but the news said everything's shut down and we just wanted to check if maybe you were still here but not to like be weird or creepy but-"

"Oh for..." A third boy, in a pink hoodie and backwards baseball cap said. "We wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to our Friendsgiving party."

"Orphan and Stranded People Tofurkey And Epic Sides Meal That Does Not Perpetuate A Fake Racist Narrative Party!" someone called from down the hall, where they were knocking on doors, apparently to see if anyone would open.

"Willie, that's too long..." Pink Hoodie started, before sighing. "Okay. Yeah, that."

"I... I don't have anything to bring," she said, looking at her now sadly empty snack box. "Except for maybe some stray peanut butter cups."

"That's okay," Willie said, moving back towards her room. None of the other doors opened. "We were planning on breaking into the kitchens anyway, there'll be plenty of food there. Besides the Tofurkey, of course."

"Yeah, Alex stole that from work!" Reggie beamed.

"I did not!" Alex, pink hoodie guy, said, his voice high pitched. "I just... used my staff discount."

"You rang it up as a single grape," Luke pointed out.

"The manager is an asshole and ordered way too many anyway," Alex shrugged. "She won't notice."

Honestly, hanging out with both of her crushes and what appeared to be a set of Chaos Gremlins seemed much better than faking internet connectivity issues so she wouldn't cry on a video call home. So she agreed to come if she could change into something more suited for breaking and entering (and impressing her crushes) and then joined in the 'search party'.

In the end, there were seven of them. Willie made picking the lock to the kitchens look easy, and they all had a great time sneaking around and rummaging through the kitchens for food. Flynn took charge, delegating 'the eye candy' to mix and chop and stir when all of the admitted they had no idea how to cook a turkey, much less a Tofurkey. Julie, after a brief rapid fire round of questions, was put in charge of the stove, since 'she could be trusted with fire'.

While they were cooking, the stories came out. Luke wasn't going home for the holidays because his parents had freaked out when they found out he'd switched his major to music. Reggie and Alex didn't have any family to go home to ("none worth our time, anyway"). Willie's uncle was in Paris, but he'd sent a bunch of money so he could eat out 'somewhere they don't serve cranberry sauce from a can'.

"But you're here with us breaking into the kitchen?" Julie asked, pointedly looking at the cans of cranberry sauce on the counter.

"He already spent it all on art supplies," Alex said fondly.

Flynn was stranded, like her. Carrie, who hadn't been very talkative, just gave a curt 'I don't want to talk about it'. Reggie got her to smile, though, by guessing more and more outlandish scenarios, beaming and shouting 'I knew it' when she finally gave in and agreed that yes, her pegasus was in the shop so she couldn't fly home to her fairy kingdom.

By the time her dad called to check in on her, the Tofurkey, rolls, and mac and cheese were in the oven, and they were all laughing. She made the rounds, introducing her new friends, beaming when they all waved back just as dorkily as her dad was.

And if next year she brought them all home with her? The more the merrier.

And if a couple of years after that, they were the ones hosting their friends and family at their own Thanksgiving party in their shared house, trading cranberry flavoured kisses and bites of stuffing while cooking together?

Maybe Julie liked Thanksgiving after all.

#you were in fact the only one to prompt this! #julie and the phantoms #the greater polyphantoms polycule #fanfic #I wrote a thing #thanksgiving #julie like: my two crushes and two chaos gremlins. Julie a few weeks later: oh they're all chaos gremlins okay #you know Ray is adopting all of them as Molinas on the spot the first time Julie brings them home #he's not sure who is dating his daughter and who isn't but Julie cares about all of them so they're all welcome #just picturing them all making it big and getting a giant house together

[bungobble-my-balls]

🖤🤍💜❤️

How the polycule sleeps

❤️💜🤍🖤

(Basically an addition to my last post on Sigmatsulucy sleeping habits, but this one is more just for fun and it has Akutagawa too)

V1:

Atsushi - curled up at the end of the bed like a cat

Sigma - on his back with full nightgown and little cap

Lucy - sprawled out and surrounded by plushies

Akutagawa - hanging from the ceiling cause that vampire dna had some leftovers + he's emo

V2:

Trick question, they all have insomnia so they're all either up talking or watching a movie together and in various stages of drifting off/passing out from exhaustion and waking up again

V3:

They all sleep in a group like animal packs do because its nice to fall asleep with the warmth of other people

#bsd #Sigmatsulucy #sigmatsuakulucy #sigmatsu #atsulucy #Siglucy #sskk #sigma #atsushi nakajima #lucy montgomery #akutagawa ryuunosuke #my post

[surpriseroundtellyourfriends]

RED STITCH LOVERS... REPORT!!!

(Thoughts on the finale below! NOT spoiler-free!)

What a fantastic finish cap to a fantastic show. You may have seen me complain about the endings to the other arcs before, but you won't see me complaining about this one. We wrapped up just about every loose thread (no pun intended), and those left dangling seem to be saved for the afterparty.

Notable highlights:

THE ISABELLE AND IAN SIBLING MOMENT... I was so happy multiple people drew it; I want to animatic it. I cheered so fuckin loud, tbh. Ian IS the shitty older brother, and Isabelle is his darling twin sister who will keep him in line, and together they will murder their Uncle Hunterpalm <3

(I am specifically referring to him comforting and teasing her while she cried into his shoulder but ALSO, what is more sibling-coded than planning how to commit a murder and hide the body together?)

Unexpectedly delightful dynamic between Cadmus and Hutch. This whole time, Cadmus has been the only party member who really HATES Hutch with a vitriol, and the animosity with Cadmus trying to steal a buff from him (albeit while saving his life) was just so good. And then Hutch using his overclass to full-restore Cadmus (WHO FINALLY GOT TO NOT DIE DURING A FIGHT) and offering to help get revenge on Vice afterwards? Really good stuff.

(And like, we NEEDED that confirmation that Vice was gonna get his just desserts. I would've thrown hands if we didn't.)

Lots of good polycule bits. "If you were hitting on me, you're gonna have to get in line. There's forms and stuff." I fucking love these science freaks.

THE GROUP HUG... even though Florence was not technically a part of it, I'm pretending she was.

On the note of Roob being gone for so long—much as I also wanted them to get back, tbh? I think it provided an EXCELLENT excuse for (non-combat-planning) roleplay. Some of the best moments likely wouldn't have happened if Roob hadn't dipped.

God bless Craigor for INSISTING they all go out and get ice cream. In my head, Craigor's vital role in the found family is that he keeps everyone sane by forcing them to indulge in small pleasures like dairy queen.

Cadmus removing Florence's stitch for her was such a good casual moment of intimacy. It's like letting someone do your makeup for you, only in a more brutal and fucked-up scenario because it's RSR. Nobody fucking look at me I love their friendship and will talk about it for ages

I actually like how Isabelle's "dry anger" finally broke into crying. It feels more in-character that she's been trying to act tough and uncaring this whole time, but really, she's just overwhelmed. I also like how it's more obvious now when she's being possessed by Venutia. HUGE "the souls of the innocent" "a bagel!" energy.

On that note: there's a moment I've always loved where Isabelle uses a Beam of Unreality and deletes several rock fans, and Connor says to Cadmus "stick with me here: there might be something more dangerous to your health here than the goddamn rock and rollers," to which Cadmus (who didn't see the beam) replies "who, Isabelle? she wouldn't hurt a fly!"

What I'm saying is, I want that moment to happen again but now with both Isabelle and Cadmus having the knowledge that she IS a monster. But they both choose to keep quiet about it. That's Cadmus's work daughter, he is not losing ANOTHER person in his life—

ISABELLE IN GENERAL WAS GREAT THIS SESSION. HER BIG SPEECH? A+. GOOD JOB, SIX, YOU GAVE A CONCLUSIVE THEME AND CAP TO THIS SHOW THAT HAD THE BALLS TO BRING UP THE QUESTIONS JELLO WOULDN'T.

Carol/Carmen in general was a really great antagonist. Sympathetic in nature, simple motivations that make sense to her character, and still a massive bitch who needs to be stopped. I don't have any brainrot over her but I felt the need to acknowledge her since, y'know, the whole series kinda hinged on her.

Congrats to that one person for getting their rat canonized

in conclusion,

RSR good

#red stitch report

[staytiny-angel]

Kinktober 2023 pt 1: Strayteez

Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

M/MMulti

Fandoms:

ATEEZ (Band)Stray Kids (Band)

Relationships:

Seo Changbin/Kim Hongjoong/Bang ChanATEEZ Ensemble/Stray Kids EnsembleBackground OT16

Characters:

Seo ChangbinKim HongjoongBang Chan (Stray Kids)

Additional Tags:

Threesome - M/M/M, Tplace after Kingdom, A slight daddy kink because I'm me and its Channie, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Fingering, Bottom Kim Hongjoong, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Dom/sub, Submissive Kim Hongjoong, Soft Dom Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Soft Dom Seo Changbin

Language: English,

Published:2023-10-16,

Words:1,566

Kinktober 2023 - Strayteez OT16

Summary: My contribution to Kinktober, I'm on my Strayteez bullshit as always so this is a series of connected fics wherein Stray Kids and Ateez became a commited polycule sometime during Kingdom: Legendary War.

Chan tries hard not to roll his eyes as JYP droned on and on about what a massive opportunity winning Kingdom was for them. It's not like he hadn't heard this several times over the last 8 weeks. Chan had done what he always did. Led his Kids to victory but in his eyes Kingdom had brought them something so much more precious.

Their eight handsome, talented pirates. The two groups had walked in Kingdom as friendly rivals and walked out lovers. While they weren't all dating in the traditional sense the 16 men all loved and cared for each other very much.

Chan was exiting JYPs office distracted by thoughts of his captain when his phone lit up with the man in question's profile picture.

"Ay, Baby" Chan greeted the other leader "Just got out from a meeting with the boss man, what are you up to?"

"Eden kicked me out the studio for the night, said I was working the babies to death" his boyfriend replied

"How are the new KQ Fellaz?" Chan asked, as he headed down to 3Racha's studio.

"Talented as fuck to be honest. KQ wants to get their feet wet by sending them on tour with us. So I'm helping them come up with a few original songs" Hongjoong said

"Babysitting while on tour, that should be fun." Chan replied dryly

"Nah, their good kids, just a bit chaotic. No worse than the 16 of us." Hongjoong defended his juniors.

"Well, if you're free…" Chan started to say

"Are you coming home early?" Hongjoong asked hopefully

"I was more thinking of you coming here, baby." Chan cajoled the other idol

"Me? At JYP? Babe, JYPapi may tolerate our relationship…mostly because the 8 of you said you'd walk if he didn't…but I doubt he'd want your direct competition in his building"

"Do you actually think I give a damn? He knows who keeps the lights on at JYP now, it's us and Twice and the girls would back us in an instant" Chan laughed as he unlocked the studio and greeted Changbin who was working on something

"Who's that?" Changbin mouthed at Chan

"It's Cap" Chan said aloud

"Oh, hey baby!" Changbin said loud enough for the man on the phone to hear.

Now that they were in the soundproofed room, Chan put their boyfriend on speaker so Hongjoong could reply "Hey Binnie baby." Hongjoong answered "Please tell Chan he's insane for thinking I should come there"

"Nah Prince, he's right you should come visit, it's just the two of us since Hannie is out on a date with Lino, Wooyoung and San. Building is mostly empty on a Friday night anyways" Changbin tried to convince the other man

"Why do I feel like you two have plans for me that aren't exactly wholesome?" Hongjoong says suspiciously

"Because you know and love us" Changbin replied grinning so wide Hongjoong could hear it in his voice "Come on Prince, you know you wanna come play."

"....." Hongjoong was audibly silent for a moment before saying "Getting in the car now"

"Good boy" Chan replied, grinning at Changbin both thinking of all the deliciously, dirty things they could do to their precious little captain in their studio.

An hour later

"I cannot believe you two, a terrible influence, both of you. I should not be here" Hongjoong said as he took off the mask and hoodie he'd worn as his lovers snuck him into the JYP building and up to Div 1 where Stray Kids was housed.

"It's fine, little prince." Changbin said sitting on the couch and pulling the smaller idol to straddle his thigh and sit on his lap, kissing him as Chan looked on with a devious smirk.

Operation, as Wooyoung had called it, 'Get their Captain to Re fucking lax' was a go.

"I have so much work I don't know why Eden kicked me out" Hongjoong said with a whine in between kisses.

Chan walked up to his boyfriends, sitting to the side of the pair and grabbing a handful of Hongjoong's blond hair and tilting the younger man's head back so Changbin could nibble at his throat.

"Because you need a break little prince" Chan tells him

"Ha!" Hongjoong laughs breathlessly as Changbin unbuttoned Hongjoong's shirt and continued to kiss down his chest.

"Isn't that the…what do you say in English? Pot calling the kettle black?"

"Quiet you," Chan said pulling off Hongjoong's shirt before doing the same to his own and pressing his bare chest against his slimmer boyfriend's back causing Hongjoong to moan and grind against Changbin's thigh.

"Aww does the poor little prince want to ride my thigh?" Changbin said in a slightly degrading tone

"Binnie…" Hongjoong groaned, already hard and leaking just from the friction of his jeans against Changbin's as he rocked back and forth against his thick thigh, moaning even louder when Changbin flexed the muscle against his cock.

"Be a good boy for us, Prince and you'll be rewarded" Chan says licking a stripe up Hongjoong's throat while Changbin went for the buckle on his designer jeans.

Hongjoong nods emphatically "I'll be good, I promise"

"That's our sweet little Prince" Changbin says as he takes Hongjoong's cock out and leans down to suck the head into his mouth causing Hongjoong to moan loudly

"Oh the way you sound, Prince" Chan says huskily, as he reaches in his backpack for lube and condoms.

"Gonna fuck me Wolfie?" Hongjoong says as Changbin hums around his cock

"Yeah baby, gonna fuck my Prince the way he deserves" Chan tells him before standing and stripping out of his clothes completely "Is my little Prince gonna ride my cock?"

"Yes!" Hongjoong exclaims as Changbin squeezes the base of his cock to stop him from coming

"No, not yet baby boy." Changbin tells him "You'll come when we're ready for you to"

"Oh please." Hongjoong started to beg, as he strips off his pants "I've been good"

"You have been baby, but you still have to wait for your prize like a good prince" Chan tells him as he covers his fingers in lube and circles Hongjoong's hole with slick fingers.

"Channie…Wolfie…please…inside" Hongjoong moaned wantonly

"Shhh baby. We've got you" Changbin says, kissing him softly before stripping himself so all three of them were nude.

"How do you want this baby? Want to fuck us both?" Chan asked him as he expertly stretched his lover's hole

"Want my Channie inside me and then my Binnie inside me" Hongjoong begged "Want to be full of both your cum please."

Chan easily lifted Hongjoong off Changbins lap and onto his own, making the smaller idol straddle his lap, Hongjoong's cock so hard it was touching his belly. "Want me baby?" Chan asked one last time as he slid a condom onto his thick cock

"Yes Daddy please" Hongjoong whined as Chan lowered him onto his cock "That's my good little prince"

Chan immediately thrust up into him setting a steady rhythm as Hongjoong moaned and whined in pleasure.

"Channie please, oh please" Hongjoong begged "Feels so good"

"That's it Baby, doing so good for me" Chan practically growled as Changbin stroked his cock next to them trying to edge himself.

Chan runs his hand through Hongjoong's hair as he thrust up into him harder and harder, "That's it Baby come for me" Chan orders as Hongjoong's whines get progressively higher pitched, a sign that always indicated Ateez's leader was about to come.

One last thrust coupled with a grind that rubbed right against his prostate and Hongjoong moaned low and long as he came all over Chan and himself as Chan growled and filled the condom with his cum

Hongjoong went limp in Chan's arms but immediately turned his head to Changbin,

"Binnie, please" Hongjoong whispers, still aroused even though he'd just come.

"I've got you little prince," Changbin says, he lays Hongjoong out on the couch as Chan moves to pull on his pants and sit in his chair.

"Not gonna fuck our perfect prince, going to make love to him," Changbin says as he dons his own condom and lines himself up with Hongjoong's stretched out hole and thrust in almost too gently, the deep, deep thrusts grinding over Hongjoon's prostate causing tears to leak out of his eyes from the overstimulation.

"Feels good baby?" Chan asked him

"Ye- Yes, Feels so good Daddy" Hongjoong whispered as he came again quickly and with a soft cry as Changbin released inside of him.

Taking the blanket that was stored behind the couch for such purposes the two men, wrapped Hongjoong in it and cuddled and cared for their Captain, making sure he took a few bites of a chocolate bar and a very sips of water at the very least.

"Feeling good little prince?"

"Sleepy? Floaty? Happy?" Hongjoong tried to verbalize "You can nap on the couch for a little while and then we'll go home to the dorms." Changbin told him.

While Ateez and Stray Kids did not technically live together the two groups lived in the same building now and their living situations were exceedingly complex as their relationships grew deeper.

"Brain shut off, good now" Hongjoong told both his boyfriends as Chan texted a picture of a sleepy Captain and two words to the polycule's group chat

Mission Accomplished.

#shai writes #ateez #skz #stray kids #kim hongjoong #bang chan #seo changbin #skz fanfic #skz smut #ateez smut #Strayteez #OT 16 #Bang Chan/Seo Changbin/Kim Hongjoong

[msmargaretmurry]

Hello hello, I am intrigued by this vampire Leon idea (what are Mtkachuk's slutty ripped shirts and bitable neck for if not sinking teeth into, hmm?) and I was wondering if there were any other ideas re: vampire Leon or other Matthew/Leon plot bunnies or WIPs you felt comfortable sharing! Also, are there any other characters/ships that have grabbed your attention and you are thinking of writing about (or just thinking about?) After HAW I am of course having oblivious disaster Brady/mournful Quinn (why does he always look Like That, like he's a trusting kitten someone abandoned in a rainstorm who has had to learn far too quickly that the world is a cruel and heartless place) feels, and now we have Drouin/MacKinnon reunion, and Matthew/the rest of the NHL b/c he is also Like That, Brock Boeser/joy, etc etc etc and I would love to hear who's been occupying your thoughts lately!

hello anon!! thank you for this nice message! in case you missed it, i have now posted some vampire leon thoughts here and here, i hope you enjoy them ❤❤

i started grad school this fall so i have tragically not had the time/energy to write much, but i have done a LOT of rotating ideas and concepts on the hot dog roller of my mind. the main matthew'leon one i have right now is a futurefic set at the very ends of their careers (because sometimes it takes that long for it to be the right place and the right time). i am really interested in the very complicated feelings that come with a professional sports career coming to an end, not entirely on your own terms, and facing down the scary reality of the next phase of life, so i hope that i can eventually do something with that. the other, less serious one is a fantasy au based loosely on robin hobb's farseer trilogy — not really following the plot of it or anything but stealing the worldbuilding and magic system and some of the court intrigue concepts to put my guys into situations. it is quite silly but it's fun for telling myself bedtime stories.

other than them, i am at all times feeling brady/quinn feelings. obviously there is the brady/quinn HAW sequel, with poor pining quintin and oblivious brady finally figuring their shit out after only 5–8 business years. and i have my eldest daughter quinn hughes cisswap fic, which i know isn't everyone's cup of tea but i am having so much fun with it and that's the important thing. (eldest daughter quinn hughes anon, i see your follow-up message and i will reply soon!)

mackinnon/drouin reunion — absolutely living for it. deeply deeply want multiple people to write long angsty feelingsly second chance romance fics. would prefer for those people to not be me because i have enough on my plate already 😂

matthew/the rest of the nhl — look, i am a not an OTP kind of girl no matter how much i love a ship, i will ship widely and voraciously. love thinking about a nice long slow burn with matthew and sasha falling in love over the course of matthew's first season in florida, from matthew signing all the way through the stanley cup final. LOVE thinking about matthew/quinn concepts because who doesn't love a story about sneaking around with your best friend's hot older brother. honestly would love to hear about other people's matthew ships OR leon ships. i love to contain multitudes.

brock boeser/joy — my sweet boy 😭😭😭 he deserves a great season so much. i'm so happy for him and proud of him. way back on the backburner i do actually have a brock/petey futurefic idea that i really love, and also in general love pondering concepts involving any pairings or moresomes from the canucks polycule (brock, petey, quinn, thatcher, and i guess beau is kind of in there now too, or at least as much as he can be while mourning his lost long island love).

honestly this is all pretty much where my head is right now! other than thinking about the dark comedy that has been the start to the caps season (bless their hearts) and the absolute clownshow that is the nhl (welcome back pride tape!). thank you for the ask though, this was fun to reply to! ❤

#ask #idek what to tag this really....... so much going on here #hockey for ts

[borderline-vents]

[ ALL CAPS TQ . SORRY . I CAME HERE FROM BORDERLINE-CULTURE-IS , THANK YOU GUYS FOR PROVIDING A SAFE SPACE FOR BORDERLINES/CLUSTER Bs ... ^__^ ]

OUR FPs / PARTNER SYSTEMS MOVED IN WITH EACH OTHER AND HAVEN'T BEEN TALKING TO US AS MUCH BECAUSE OF IT .

WE ALL HAVE BPD , AND THEY'RE STILL GETTING SETTLED IN BECAUSE ONE OF THEM COMES FROM A DEEPLY TRAUMATIC HOME LIFE (IT WAS BAD. VERY BAD.) AND THE OTHER IS SICK RIGHT NOW, BUT I CAN'T STOP SPLITTING AND BEING UPSET AND ANGRY AND AFRAID.

WHY WON'T YOU HANG OUT WITH ME ? WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME ?

THEY WON'T TALK TO US MUCH , THEY'RE CONSTANTLY HANGING OUT WITH EACH OTHER AND I CAN'T STAND IT . PAY ATTENTION TO US . TO ME . LOVE ME .

IS IT BECAUSE I DID SOMETHING WRONG ? IS IT BECAUSE I'M TOO CLINGY ? TOO FUSSY ? PLEASE JUST LOVE ME . PLEASE .

EVEN WHEN MY PARTNERS FROM BOTH SYSTEMS COME AROUND , THEY'RE MORE FOCUSED ON EACH OTHER THAN ME . I FEEL LIKE I'M THIRD WHEELING EVEN THOUGH WE'RE IN A POLYCULE , DATING EACH OTHER .

DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS ? HOW MUCH IT PAINS US TO BE CAST ASIDE THE SECOND THE TWO PEOPLE WE LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING FIND EACH OTHER ?

I FEEL AS IF WE'RE BEING REPLACED . AND I KNOW NEITHER OF THEM ARE GOING TO REPLACE US BUT I FEEL AS IF IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN AT SOME POINT . IT'S INEVITABLE, I FEAR . WE CAN'T DO ANYTHING PHYSICALLY , WE LIVE MILES AWAY, AND WE JUST .

I WANT TO BE WITH THEM . I WOULD AND WILL FIGHT TO BE WITH THEM . BUT I FEEL AS IF THEY DON'T WANT US AROUND AND IT'S TEARING US APART .

I'M SORRY . I DONT KNOW WHAT I DID TO DESERVE THIS SORT OF HELL BUT I'M SORRY . PLEASE JUST LOVE ME AGAIN . COME BACK TO ME , MY LOVES . PLEASE . PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE . I'M SORRY . :(

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#borderline vent #fp vent #caps tw #all caps tw

[eusuntgratie]

26!

26. if you were gm of your favorite team for a day what would you do?

i would be the worst gm in the world. (well. not really. the bar's pretty low.)

KYLE I'M AVAILABLE FOR THE GM POSITION FOR ONE DAY.

I promise to

make our cap situation unsalvageable by getting our babygirl and chaos gremlin back BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. dumo wants 9 million a year? give it to him. zucker wants it written in blood that nobody will take him off geno's wing ever again? i'll donate mine, let's do this.

yeet desmith into the sun with my bare hands. gimme two days; i'm about to start my period and i could do this via pure force of rage.

i don't know how but i'm getting rid of petry. every time i remember that he makes more than geno and tanger i become violently angry. its insulting. he's gotta go. (or he can stay for half the salary. your choice, babe, i can be reasonable here)

bring flower back (sorry MN). LET HIM RETIRE A PENGUIN. i'll bring murray back too so jars has a buddy since having flower back will probably be stressful for him. flower/jars tandem with enough rest for both, murray's on ltir so he's just chillin' presumably in some sort of polycule situation with jars featuring very large dogs, our other 62 goalies are hanging out in wilkes-barre, i guess. sorry boys.

i'd try to get karlsson, who would laugh at me, because i spent all our money getting dumo and zucker back, so i'd have to send sid in to get that deal done, but i have faith in that ass to make miracles happen 🥰

hockey asks | ask me

#vibes only #hockey asks #ask grace #i should probably note that if tanger asked me for literally anything as gm i would immediately do it #get me 12 million #okay baby you got it #get rid of this random person i hate #DONE #is he manipulating me with his good looks or his death glare? #both? probably both