#anything to deny a throuple i guess but like ????

[lunar-years]

Peanut gallery social media commentary on Challengers is sooo funny to me.

“Art was the victim!” Did you miss the part where he started stirring shit up between his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend in the hopes they’d break up and he could get with her instead? Or how he chose to cut off his best friend entirely to side with Tashi because Tashi blamed said best friend for her injury (literally he doesn’t even talk to Patrick about the argument? Ever? Just kicks him out of his life because Tashi wants them to LMAO)?

“Patrick was the victim!” Did you miss the part where Patrick spends like 13 years willfully reinserting himself back into a relationship he no longer gets to be a part of all because he’d rather ruin them and come between them and repeatedly hurt them if it means he knows they still think about him, rather than taking ownership of his actions and coming to terms with the fact that they no longer think about him at all? Did you miss the fact that he’s a giant flop on top of being a giant asshole?

“Tashi is an evil cold manipulative bitch who doesn’t care about anything but tennis and comes between them!” Okay what we’re not going to do is 1) act like those two losers weren’t active participants in the vast majority of what was happening to them so that we can blame everything on the woman 2) forget that Tashi spends the entire movie both being incredibly horny for yes tennis, but tennis very much including Art and Patrick specifically, as well as bringing a wrecking ball down on her own life repeatedly because she physically cannot go on without having all three of them in her life.

“The three of them are ALL terrible, bad people!” Are they or they neither good nor bad but a secret third thing (messed up, regular people)? Are they or they all three simultaneously the one’s holding the gun and falling into the graves they’ve dug for themselves?

“The movie promised me a throuple and then didn’t even deliver!/it was just a regular boring old love triangle” Did you miss the part where Patrick was the person who taught Art to jerk off? Did you miss the part where Tashi encourages them to neck her until they’re close enough for her to back away and leave them kissing each other as she watches with horny amusement? Did you miss the fact that they’re both playing for her number? Did you miss Art molding himself into the person who could obtain the glory that Tashi was denied? Or how he saw his fiance/wife kissing her ex boyfriend who also happens to be his ex best friend in Atlanta and then spends like 10 more years doing absolutely nothing about it? Did you miss “Don’t I matter?” “Not to the most obsessive tennis fan in the world” “I’m not talking about tennis” followed by an Art who has stopped caring whether he wins or loses caring, by the end of the match, more than he’s ever cared before, because Patrick DOES matter and because he’s STILL playing for Tashi’s number? Did you miss the part where for about 15 seconds there they were actually playing tennis and they understood each other completely and so did everyone watching and it was a bit like they were in love or like they didn’t exist and they went somewhere really beautiful together? HUH?

“They’re incredibly toxic!” Well, yes! but you see, that’s part of the fun!

#challengers #people are watching movies with their eyes closed or something I stg #anything to deny a throuple i guess but like ???? #art donaldson #patrick zweig #tashi duncan #art x patrick x tashi #artpatricktashi #challengers spoilers #thinking about them tonight because I can’t bear to think about Taylor ope #I’m not on here actually I’m not scrolling I just came here to post this before I forgot and now I’m dipping again LOL

[cookie-bunny]

Pretty Baby

Mitsuki Bakugou x F!Chubby!Reader x Masaru Bakugou

A/N: Heyoo so this is my first post! I have a couple WIPs but I figured I’d post this one cuz my bestie told me to =)

A/N 2: please feel free to leave critiques or suggestions for my writing! I hope to write more soon!

Warnings (?): literal filth, threesome, the throuple is in an established relationship but pretend to pick reader up at a bar, dom!masaru, dom!mitsuki, sub!reader, spanking, a lil degradation, spitting, fluffy aftercare

You were perfect. Exactly what they were looking for. A shy and out-of-place little thing, you were leaning against the bar in a dark green sundress and knee high socks, with one of those pretty drinks in your hand. Mitsuki spotted you first, nudging Masaru and pointing in your direction. 

“She’s cute, ain’t she?” Mitsuki smirked. “Poor little thing looks lost, I think we should help her out.” Masaru’s eyes trailed up your sock clad legs, to your wide hips and your little chubby tummy, to the curve of your breasts. There was nothing around your neck, but he assured himself that soon, he and Mitsuki would have a collar on it. He looked at your pouty lips and doe eyes, imagining what you would look like below him, sucking his cock. Mitsuki’s hand trailed down to where Masaru’s bulge was beginning to grow. 

“Oh you like her too, don’t you baby?” She teased, applying more pressure to it.

“I do honey, I really do,” Masaru groaned, bucking his hips up into her hand. “Please, let’s bring her home.” 

“You’re moving pretty fast there baby, want me to go talk to her?” Mitsuki smirked. Masaru whimpered and nodded, biting his lip to stop himself from full on moaning. Mitsuki quickly took her hand away and Masaru groaned in annoyance. “I’ll be right back, love.” Mitsuki got up and made her way over to you, being sure to sway her hips to tease Masaru. She walked up to the bar next to you and leaned over it. You glanced at her, admiring her wild blond hair and her sharp red eyes. 

“You new here, little one?” She asked, noticing your staring. 

“Um, I guess,” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact. You were so nervous in the presence of someone so gorgeous. 

“You look too cute to be here,” Mitsuki teased, motioning to your little dress and socks. 

“Wait, you think I’m cute?” You looked shocked and Mitsuki didn’t like that. 

“Why is that such a surprise to you, little one?” 

“I just- no one has ever said anything like that to me,” you shrugged. “I usually go unnoticed, I didn’t think anybody really saw me like that.” 

“Well they must be blind, cuz you really are a pretty little thing,” she moved closer and reached up and stroked her hand down your arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. You had to bite your lip to hold back a moan, so desperate as if you’d never been touched like this or anything more. “I’m Mitsuki.”

“I’m Y/N,” you managed to get out. 

“Listen Y/N, you’re a real pretty girl, and me and my husband have been looking for a pretty thing like you to play with and spoil, you know?” She smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist and motioning to Masaru, who had his eyes on you the entire time. “Someone to be our submissive little baby.”

“But, I don’t really have any experience and I don’t want to disappoint you or get your hopes up or-,” you were quickly cut off by Mitsuki’s face coming right to your’s. 

“You’re the one baby, we’ll help you along the way, only if you’re comfortable with it though,” she almost whispered. You couldn’t deny that Mitsuki and Masaru were incredibly attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to be between them. You nodded slowly, staring at the ground and Mitsuki’s hand gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up. “Use your words pretty girl.”

“I want it, please,” you almost begged. It made a heat rush between Mitsuki’s legs at the desperation in your voice. 

“Good girl, now come with me, we’ve got a special room for us,” Mitsuki guided you through the crowd with an arm around your waist until you got to Masaru’s table. “Tell him your name, pretty girl.” 

“I’m Y/N,” you said, too shy to look him in the eye. 

“Oh you’re such a precious little thing aren’t you,” he cooed, standing up and coming to stand in front of you. “I’m Masaru.” 

“It’s nice to meet you sir,” Masaru had to hold back a moan at the sound of you calling him sir. Mitsuki smirked, knowing how much this was affecting him. 

“Why don’t we head somewhere a little more private?” Mitsuki proposed, heading to a back hallway of the bar. You and Masaru followed her up the stairs and to a nice room to the right. There was a large bed with red satin sheets and a black barred bed stand. There were 2 black ribbons tied onto the bars at the top and you could only assume what they were for. You glanced to the side and saw a wall with all sorts of toys. Whips, paddles, ropes, cuffs, you name it. You gulped nervously and Masaru noticed. 

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, we won’t be using those any time soon,” he said, placing a large, warm hand on your back. Mitsuki came back over after turning on a brighter light, and trailed her fingers lightly down your waist and hips. 

“Are you ready, Y/N?” She asked, fiddling with the hem of your dress. 

“Yes,” you said, probably the most confidently you’d spoken that night. 

“Good, now arms up baby,” she pulled your dress over your head, leaving you in just your undergarments and shoes. Mitsuki pulled her own shirt off, revealing black and red lingerie underneath. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of her breasts, you wanted to taste her so badly. Masaru kneeled down and slowly removed your shoes for you, but left your socks on. Mitsuki then removed her skirt, showing the rest of the lingerie. There was no fabric covering her pussy or ass, and your mind yet again wondered how she tasted. 

“Have you ever eaten pussy, baby?” she asked. You shook your head no and she smirked. “Then I guess Masaru here will show you how it’s done.” She slowly led you over to the bed and had you lay down on your back. She sat behind you and motioned to a now shirtless Masaru to approach. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, pulling you closer so that your ass was almost hanging off. His fingers danced along the edge of your panties before pulling them down slowly. Your thighs instinctively went to close, but one of each of the couple’s hands came to pull them apart again. 

“Don’t hide yourself from us, pretty,” Mitsuki warned, kissing down your neck. Her fingers traveled behind you to unclip your bra and let your breasts fall free. She pinched one of your nipples between her index finger and thumb, causing you to let out a squeal. Masaru glanced up at you, face already flushed red from barely being touched. He began kissing up your calf, to the inside of your thigh, and finally right on your clit. You gasped sharply as he kept kissing and slightly sucking on your swollen clit. Mitsuki switched her hand’s attention to your other nipple, and her mouth came to suck on the already hardened one. Your moans were music to their ears, and they wanted more. Masaru began licking and slurping your cunt as if he were a starved man. Mitsuki pinched and sucked your nipples harder, leaving little love bites around the soft skin of your breasts. One of Masaru’s fingers trailed through your slit, wetting itself before slipping inside you. Sure you’d used dildos before, but even then, it was still a tight fit. Masaru let out a broken groan at how tight you were and curled his finger up to find that perfect spot. He knew he found it when you almost screamed as you moaned. 

“Please, I’m close,” you choked out. “I’m so close.” 

“Cum for us pretty girl,” Mitsuki hummed around your nipple. “Show us how cute you are when you cum.” Your breath hitched in your throat as your walls clenched around Masaru’s finger and tongue and you let out a loud, guttural moan. Your legs shook, closing around Masaru’s head as he didn’t let up his ministrations until your orgasm was completely finished.   

“Such a good girl for us,” Masaru smiled, kissing up your stomach, between your breasts and finally to your lips. You kissed him back feverishly, tasting your essence on his tongue. When you pulled apart, Mitsuki was quick to swoop in to take your next kiss, her’s was rougher and more dominant. “You’re doing so good, baby, but now you need to take care of your mistress, yeah?” You nodded sheepishly. 

“Words baby,” Masaru warned, giving you a quick tap on the ass. 

“Yes mistress, I want to take care of you,” you practically whined. 

“Good girl,” Mitsuki smirked, moving to lean back against the pillows at the top of the bed. “Crawl to me baby.” You shakily flipped yourself over onto your hands and knees and slowly crawled towards Mitsuki’s open legs. You stopped right in front of her bare pussy and looked up at her, silently begging with your eyes. She gave you a nod and you immediately dove in, tongue slurping up all of her juices. Your back arched as you tried to get your tongue deeper into her hole and all of a sudden, you felt something hard and blunt press against your entrance. 

“You gonna let sir fuck you hm?” Masaru teased, rubbing his cockhead up and down your slit, letting it push against your clit. You hummed into Mitsuki’s pussy and her hands came down to grasp your hair. She pulled you off and you looked up at her. 

“Beg him to fuck you, pretty girl,” 

“Please, please fuck me sir,” you whimpered. Masaru slapped your ass and you moaned loudly. 

“Not good enough baby, gotta beg harder than that,” he growled, slapping your ass again. 

“You like a little pain, huh baby?” Mitsuki fake pouted and made you nod your head with her hands laced through your hair. “Open.” She tapped your jaw and your mouth dropped open. She swiftly spit into your mouth and yanked your head backwards. Masaru leaned forward and also spit in your mouth. You went to close your mouth but Masaru gave you another spank. 

“Beg me with your tongue out like a good little bitch in heat,” your cunt clenched at the words and your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head. You were sure whatever sounds came out of your mouth weren’t actually words, but it seemed to be good enough for the two of them. Masaru’s large, warm hands gripped your waist as he eased his cock inside of your tiny hole. You let out a loud groan as you felt the stretch of his length. “You’re so tight baby, when’s the last time you got fucked, hm?” You just whined, tears of pain and pleasure brimming your eyes.

“Oh you’ve been neglected, haven’t you pet?” Mitsuki reached down to rub your sensitive clit. You nodded and pouted, and she gave you a sloppy, dominating kiss. “Well baby, you won’t have to worry about that anymore. You’re our good little pet now.” You clenched at the name “pet” and you felt Masaru’s hands grip your hips tightly. Mitsuki then eased your head back down towards her cunt and practically shoved your face into it. Her hips began rocking roughly, grinding her clit on your nose and tongue. Your moans vibrated through her pussy as Masaru’s thrusts began to get faster. 

“You gonna make us cum, slut?” Mitsuki growled, her hands gripping your hair tighter. “Yeah, be our little cum dump?” You screamed as Masaru’s slick fingers rubbed your clit and sent you over the edge. Your vision clouded and you could feel yourself clench so tightly. 

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Masaru panted, suddenly shoving himself fully inside of you and emptying his load inside. Mitsuki wasn’t far behind, as she clenched around your tongue and spilled her sweet cum into your mouth. After a moment of heavy breathing and recollecting yourselves, Masaru slowly unsheathed himself, removed the condom and pulled a pair of sweatpants on. Mitsuki petted your hair, instead of gripping it and stroked your face gently, trying to bring you back to them. 

“Come on baby, come lay up on the pillows,” She helped you pull yourself up onto the pillows and snuggled close to you. Masaru quickly came back with bottles of water and a blanket.      

“You did so amazing for us tonight baby,” he hummed, opening the water for you. Your limbs felt like jelly, and your mind was cloudy, but you never feel better than how you feel after these moments. Masaru gently tipped your chin back and held the bottle to your swollen lips. After a couple generous sips, he passes Mitsuki a water and both of you one of his shirts. 

“Arms up my love,” Mitsuki coaxed. You raised your arms and she slid the sweatshirt onto you, making sure you were nice and cozy. 

“So how do you feel, Y/N? Did you like how the scene went?” Masaru asked, snuggling next to you. 

“Yeah, I really liked it. I liked being picked up at the bar,” you grinned, remembering the busy club and Mitsuki’s closeness.

“That’s good baby, you did so good,” she cooed. 

“Do you want to take a bath or anything my loves?” Masaru asked. 

“Can we just stay like this a little longer?” You sighed, cuddling closer to his chest. “I’m too tired.” 

“We can do whatever you want baby,” he smiled, ruffling your hair. 

“We love you so much Y/N, you’re perfect for us.” 

#masaru x mitsuki x reader #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mitsuki bakugou #mitsuki x masaru #x reader #mha smut #all smut barely plot #mitsuki x masaru x reader smut #masaru bakugou #sir #pretty baby #y/n #masaru x mitsuki x y/n

[luna-melon]

For the ask game lol

Peter

Nebula

Mantis

Phos

Toko

Aoi

Sakura

Papyrus

Sans

Ayyyy thanks for the ask. Been a while since I've filled out one of these memes <3

Answers below.

Peter OTP: Peter/Nebula, of course. If the 100k+ words of fanfiction I've written about them is anything to go by, they are my OTP of all time. <3 I want Peter to move on and find happiness with someone new after vol. 3 and the movie planted the seeds for these two ending up together in the future really well I think. BrOTP: This was the hardest to decide because I love Peter's friendships with all the other Guardians. Gonna go with Mantis here though because I love how she looks out for her bro and tries to steer him in the right direction. Wish we'd gotten to see more of them being siblings after the holiday special 'cause the confirmation that she was Peter's sister made me so happy! TuT OT3: Shipping Peter with Nebula and Gamora at the same time would be really weird so instead I'm gonna go with Nebula/Peter/Thor in like, a V shaped polycule where Peter is dating them both but Nebula and Thor aren't into each other. NOTP: Ro/quill. I don't think I need to explain myself with this one, but shipping the raccoon with the humanoid characters is weird and gross to me.

Nebula OTP: Same as above, I think her implied feelings for Peter in vol. 3 make all the sense in the world. I mean, why wouldn't Nebula fall for the same person as Gamora? That's just how her life is. I think these two being together would fit their arcs well. Nebula learns to accept that she doesn't have to always be competing with Gamora in order to be worthy of love, and Peter gets his shit together enough to see how Nebula stuck by and cared for him and how Gamora was right about how the person he fell for "sounds more like her." BrOTP: I love her friendship with Rocket so much! Two sad cyborgs goin' on adventures together for five years, I'd kill to see more of that. OT3: Same as above as well I guess, but I don't see Nebula being poly. NOTP: I'm fine with all the big Nebula ships really even if I don't consume their content.

Mantis OTP: I used to ship Mantis/Nebula back in the day and I think that's still my fave Mantis ship even if I no longer go there. I also like the idea of her having a crush on Gamora. BrOTP: Mantis and Drax are my favorite duo ever. Just a couple of strange goofballs pranking each other and causing chaos. OT3: Can't think of anything for this one. NOTP: I don't hate Mantis and Drax as a romantic pairing but them just being weird best friends means so much to me. We need more platonic M/F relationships like them.

Phos OTP: I like all the Phos ships but can't deny that Phos/Cinnabar is my favorite. I know you haven't read the manga yet but I reread this one part of it earlier in the week that makes me wanna throw Phos in the trash because we could have had it all!! xD BrOTP: I really enjoyed Phos and Cairngorm's dynamic. OT3: Phos/Cinnabar/Antarc. Idk how it'd work out but all I know is that I want all three of these rocks to be happy. NOTP: I'm not picky with HNK ships but I'm sure some people ship Phos with Aechmea so no thanks to that.

Toko OTP: Toko/Komaru! These two mean the world to me. Seeing Toko end up with an amazing girlfriend who supports and loves her after everything she's been through and the development she underwent in Ultra Despair Girls damn made me cry. BrOTP: I love the interactions between her and Makoto in her Free Time events. The Naegis are the only ones who can tame this girl. OT3: I like the Toko/Sayaka ship so I can imagine an AU where she survives and throuples up with Tokomaru. NOTP: Byakuya. These two are the worst for each other and no one can change my mind.

Aoi OTP: I very much enjoy her and Sakura together. BrOTP: Yuta Asahina deserved better and in my personal headcanon, he survives UDG and gets to see his sis again. OT3: I think Sakura had a boyfriend so sandwich Hina in between them. NOTP: Got no strong negative feelings for any Hina ships.

Sakura OTP: Same as above. Love me a big buff sporty girlfriend and her smol buff sporty girlfriend. BroTP: I really enjoyed her Free Times with Makoto, too. OT3: Same as above. NOTP: Also same as above. It's hard to go wrong with Sakura ships.

Papyrus OTP: I don't ship Papyrus with anyone but I remember liking Papyrus/Mettaton when I was younger. BrOTP: I fucking LOVE his friendship with Undyne. Anyone who doesn't call Papyrus and Undyne in every room in the game to see what weird shit they say is missing out. OT3: I got nothin'. NOTP: Font/cest. Don't understand why this is such a big thing.

Sans OTP: These days I like the idea of Sans being aroace but I remember having a very brief phase of shipping Sans/Asgore xD BrOTP: Him and Papyrus ofc, but I also like him seeing Frisk as a little sibling, too. OT3: Sans/Fries/Ketchup NOTP: Fr/ans. That is a child...

#guardians of the galaxy #houseki no kuni #danganronpa #undertale #peter quill #nebula #mantis #starbula #thorquill #phosphophyllite #cinnaphos #toko fukawa #tokomaru #fukazono #aoi asahina #sakura ogami #sakuhina #sans #papyrus #marvel #mcu #ask game

[gundamcalibarney]

How about another one. This time a Great Western:

Pendennis of Castle

[note i polyship Scotsman x Truro x Pendennis so expect that to pop up.]

Pendennis here is hot tempered and easy to anger type, the pure emotion Scot’s in-between and Truro’s calculative calm and of course one of the few engines to travel or be allocated outside of the UK and basically had a rivals to friends to lovers thing with the two.

I can’t really call them a Tsundere cause while they are standoffish and tend to be in denial of their romantic feelings i just don’t see them going as far as to call either engines anything (seriously) demeaning or do the usual shit Tsunderes usually do.

While they are indeed a Great Western engine, for this one i won’t include Duck and/or Oliver because honestly City of Truro’s already got that covered.

This imaginary episode instead has Pendennis interacting with Shane, while i there are obvious historical inaccuracies for the purposes of this story lets pretend it happened and/or is possible :]

so you know how Pendennis Castle was in Australia for like a while yeah thats how that happens. So Pendennis is physically and mentally not in the best shape at this time and is just generally not having a fun time, Shane notices that “Hey this newly acquired engine isn’t doing too good let me do a check on them.” and he does but Pendennis gets really defensive and snappy with Shane and he kinda backs off for a while to wait.

He comes back when most of their repairs are done and it’s like a couple days or hours before they get moved, Shane tries to get a bit of small talk out of Pendennis and they are surprisingly a little more nicer this time around, so the two chat about origin stories and it’s mainly Shane getting interested in the castle’s stories about the GWR.

A couple excursions later they end up meeting Shane again and he’s like “Aight so this OTHER British locomotive is gonna come to here.” and Penny just shrugs it off cause they are also a British locomotive that came to here and y’know other steamers from the UK have made trips to like the US or something and then they ask who the visitor is and Shane’s like “Oh Britain’s most famous steam locomotive!”

Pendennis then realises that oh shit, Flying Scotsman aka the crush they have constantly denied their romantic feelings towards to is coming to Australia.

When Shane sees that shocked look on Pendennis he’s like “You know him?” “OF COURSE I DO HE WAS MY RIVAL!”

and then they leave.

Before the tour but after Pendennis knows they are approached by 3801 who is basically Australia’s Flying Scotsman because “Oi so 520 told me that you know a little bit on Scot so i’m mainly approaching you to know what to expect from them.”

“Expect him to not stop talking.” they say, 3801 couldn’t place their tone but he swore he could hear just the smallest bit of affection in that.

“Is that it?”

“Yes.”

It’s basically a ‘I’m gonna finally confess to my crush after like years of waiting’ moment so when the two finally meet again they’re both just being sad emotional saps to each other.

When Soctsman says that he's a thing with Truro, Pendennis is obviously a bit sad but also understanding and then Scot also puts forth the idea of the Three of Them being a thing. And like, Yeah I guess I'm gonna become a thing with Scot and Truro.

The (temporary) goodbye stings of course, they don't know if they're Ever going to go back.

Come the time where they Do go back they're also a bit sad cause they struck a small friendship with the locomotives in Australia like Shane and the many Diesels they'd encountered. They promise that they'll try to keep in contact with them if possible maybe send a letter or two.

This is already getting long so let's just say that they went on a couple dates with Truro and then they finally become a throuple but obviously becomes a long distance one.

#answer #ttte #Pendennis Castle #ttte shane #wow this was longer than expected i just wrote a whole chapter for a story

[teenagemilkshakefan]

I am currently on my 4th episode of elite and well..Needless to say I have many opinions. Firstly the amount of new things I got to learn about in relationships is definitely fresh and well it's new so I am gonna need some time to figure out if it's good or bad.

Spoilers ahead!! (proceed with caution) ......

Marina’s death has been pretty shocking to me but tbh I don't like her as a person but that doesn’t mean I wanted her dead lol. She's way too deceptive and feels like goody too shoes. I mean all those ppl her brother, her parents they are just trying to help her and protect her and hey I get the whole teenage rebellious phase thing but this is utter stupidity. It is unfortunate that she got HIV positive and well I do sympathize with her but it feels like she just sort of puts herself in dangerous situations deliberately, I am in no way inferring that being with Samuel is wrong or whatever but nano! seriously?! that guy is a walking criminal and she very well knows it than why for god's sake is she with him..it's so messed up I can't- and also the fact that she's basically two timing samuel who btw is an amazing person overall, i don't know what happens later or anything maybe he killed her but so far I like Samuel as a person he's supportive, and makes good out of a bad situation, assertive and his introduction in class..god that was good stuff but anyways yeah so she's swinging both the guys and honestly fuck nano he says the school doesn't deserve Samuel but actually he doesn't. The one girl his brother genuinely cared about who he told him everything about he had to mess with that particular girl..why!!? and got her pregnant! Comeone.. Overall I hate both nano and marina and love Samuel (opinions might change at the end of s1)

Guzman and Nadia.. I love Nadia.. like literally I wanna be her when I grow up she is awesome so far we have seen her actually stand up to bullies, and even thought her cultural issues came up she still continued her education because she knows that right at this point she needs to be educated in order to make a change in the world. girl clearly knows to pick her fights. and the way she doesn't just let Guzman demean her and slither into her heart but instead makes him grovel for it.. that's gold srsly. Guzman so far is a total douche-bag seriously there are no words. he might be going through some shit but he's definitely not handling it in the best way, although I love that he stands up for his friend Ander and marina( one time so far) but I can't really say I like the guy.

ah yes the throuple so Carla, polo and Christian sure make a hot couple this is pointless to deny, at first there relationship seemed a bit weird I mean voyeurism is a popular kink but it just felt as if the two of them had some trouble..*shrugs* anyways this is my first time seeing a story about a throuple so you can call me an Amateur in that regard but I am not a huge fan of the story it seems a bit odd.. (idk if that's a word that perfectly sums it up but..) Since I am new to this I am very much open to broadening my horizons and see where this goes.

Ander and Omar is meh-.. I love Ander but I feel like Omar is a bit fishy but let's see..(Again opinions may vary at the end) .

lu is getting on my nerves srsly what's up with her. the girl has some major mean girl vibes. Ugh

I am sorry if my assessment of marina was a bit harsh..I guess I am being a little too closely looking at her character or something I mean she is after all only a kid.. just to clarify this is just my opinion that too formed after watching just 4 episodes of elite so I might be very wrong for some characters. Don’t get peevish it’s all in good fun. My motive is absolutely not to offend anybody.

and I just found out that marina and nano are actually a couple in real life because godamn but there's absolutely 0 chemistry between them. It’s like what joey tribbiani said guys..it's true. anyways this was my elite update so far. I think I took every main character if I missed anyone we are going to talk about it as soon as I finish my 1st season till then cheers!

#elite #netflix #elite netflix #andre lamoglia #elite cast #gayhot #samuel

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

OK! THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVOURITE FLUFFYNIGHTKILLER HEADCANNON I'VE COME UP WITH.

My people, I love this and I hope you do. Its a long one, but I promise its worth it.

So ever since I read this head cannon from @yuriyuruandyuraart I've had one nagging thought.

Polygamous marriage is illegal.

So as much as I loved this story of them getting engaged, they couldn't ever get married, but I didn't wanna rain on everyone's parade so I kept it to myself. Until now!

While talking with @jann-the-bean I came up with this and Jan loved it! So I hope you guys do to.

So imagine that the 3 of them are going around telling their friends and family about their engagement, in the classic happy kind of way. It's all well and good, Dream is thrilled to find out his brother is so happy. However, then he realises the law and Dream pulls his brother aside.

Dream "Uhh Night...Can I talk to you?"

Nightmare "yeah?"

Dream "I'm so happy that you got engaged brother.."

Nightmare "........."

Nightmare "but?"

Dream "but..... But isn't Polygamous marriage illegal?"

Nightmare "......."

And that was the glass shattering moment. Dream wasn't trying to be cruel or anything like that. He was just generally concerned that Nightmare hadn't thought of that.

So later that night, Nightmare brought it up to his partners and of course both of them where upset when they remembered that law. So began a long talk about what they could do. In the end Ccino mostly just said that it didn't matter to him if they were married, so long as they were together. Since he's still just a small city boy, he didn't really see that there was to much they could do, he was content to just maybe have a ceremony where they promise to be life partners, but not marry.

Nightmare and Killer on the other hand were not satisfied with that.

That Night, when Ccino was asleep the two got to talking. I like to think that over the years that Nightmare and Killer have become icons for the poly community, much like Elton Jon is one for the gay community. The two of them decided that they were going to use this to fight for the right to marry each other.

It started small. Posts on social media, comments in interviews. They started speaking out that they should be allowed to be wed. Because they loved each other and the law shouldn't stop them. There where online polls and campaigns as their fan base who had been a huge fan of the throuple started to back them up.

This is when Ccino became alerted to what they were doing. He was scared that they could damage their reputations and careers over this. He told them that he wasn't worth everything they were risking. That if they really wanted to get married, the two of them could and he'd just keep being their boyfriend.

They told him no and then lovingly told him to shut up and they would take care of it.

So began the start of a long legal battle, which all together spanned about 2 years. From when they first started talking about it online, to when the find judgment was made. They were denied.

In the end the court ruled that if polygamy was legalised, it would cause alot of issues. Its a taboo for a reason, and some people would just abuse it for their own gain.

Both Killer and Nightmare were heart broken. Ccino told them that he was so proud of them for trying and that he loved them more then ever. But Killer and Nightmare were still really upset.

This upset Ccino, because he'd seen how hard they had worked and as he thought over everything, he realised that he was actually irritated himself. In fact, he was a little angry. So now it was his turn to say No.

Ccino "you know what? No!"

Killer "what?"

Ccino "they said they couldn't legalise it because people would abuse the system"

Nightmare "yeah?"

Ccino "well I say No! That doesn't apply to us. You aren't some guy who wants a bunch of wives. We are 3 people who all love each other equally. We should have the right to marry"

Killer and nightmare "........"

Killer "we thought you said that you were ok with it"

Ccino "I'm not. Of course I'm not! I want to marry you both! "

So this prompted them to start a new campaign. If Polygamy couldn't be legalised for everyone, then they was campaign for the court to give the 3 of them legal right to marry. If a man could get the rights to marry himself (true story) and a women could be granted the right to marry a building (again, true story) then the 3 of them should be granted permission to marry.

So they took it back to court and this time Ccino took a more active roll in it, though Nightmare and Killer were more dominant. Ccino appeared with Nightmare and Killer in some interviews, but even if his mental health was much better at this point, he still couldn't fully handle all the pressure. But he put in a lot of work behind the scenes to help his partners in the case.

They Luckily still had the support of the public. They argued that they didn't want to abuse the system, they didn't want to have the bunch or wives or a bunch of husbands. They were 3 people who all loved each other deeply and just wanted to be married to each other.

Imagine the judge in court asking them why they wanted to make it legal to marry Ccino and why they couldn't just date him. And Killer just stands up like.

"dude have you seen him!? Who wouldn't want to make that fluffy marshmallow their husband?"

Then as Jan said this leaves poor Ccino (who is sat next to him) just a blushing mess and he says “Killer, don’t be so loud it’s embarrassing..”

Meanwhile, nightmare staring the judge dead in the eyes.

“I agree he’s to adorable not to marry, I mean if we don’t marry him someone else may try to steal him. And I refuse to let that happen”

(thanks for these ideas Jan)

After another 2 years or so of fighting for it. After all the public backing and the long process. Killer, Nightmare and Ccino are finally granted the right to marry.

Just imagine Nightmare trying to keep composed in court, though his having a little party in his head, and Killer on the other hand just stand on his table in court like.

"yes! Ha!"

Then he points at Ccino "guess what fluffy buns! We are marrying you!"

Ccino is so shocked, but he's also so happy. He truly never would have dreamt of this happening.

The moment that Nightmare, Killer are handed over the legal documents, they don't waste a moment, they grab Ccino and jump straight into their car. Then they drive straight to Las Vegas to elope not stopping to change or pack any clothes or anything, because they don't want to wait a second longer.

Of course Ccino gets super flustered at their suggestion to elope.

Ccino "get m-married right now!? But don't you want to wait? And have some big celebrity wedding? You mentioned it before"

Nightmare "nope"

Killer "we've been engaged for over 4 years, we want to put a ring on it right now!"

Nightmare "we don't need a big wedding, or all that stuff. We just need you to say I do"

Nightmare and Killer "so... Will you?"

Ccino "......"

Ccino "YES!"

(though maybe they stopped to pick up dream on the way. Nightmare probably knows that Dream would kill him if he missed his wedding.)

So the 3 were married in a small Chapel. Nothing fancy, but for them it was perfect. They all agreed that they would probably host a proper reception and ceremony for their friends and family to attend later. But for now, they didn't need that, they just needed to be married. It was a very small simple thing.

They probably stayed in a Vegas hotel that night. Probably had some time to celebrate. I just imagine Killer waking the two of them up the next morning with breakfast he'd ordered like:

"Good morning Husbands"

And he just can't keep the smile off his face.

About a year later they have a more formal ceremony. Which of course is super fun. But for them it doesn't change that fact that their actual wedding was truly perfect.

And dam I just love those 3. Jan was the one who wanted me to share this with you guys and I really hope you like it as much as me.

Dam it Dream XD

BTW, I know this most likely isn't fully realistic to what the legal system is like, but give me a break. I’m not a lawyer, I’m a shipper. Its fiction, just let me have it.

studio verse by @zu-is-here

original nightmare by jokublog

original killer by rahafwabas

original ccino by black-nyanko 

Oh and @kotikaleo I'm sorry I forgot to tag you! You always as to be tagged in this stuff. Sorry idk if you saw it

#I hope you enjoyed this #This takes place way off in their future BTW #Like cross and dream are married and have an adopted child #I'm aloud to bend how the law works for my fluffy rom-com esc ideas #Don't judge me #The 3 of them deserven to be married #undertale au #my art #shipping #undertale multiverse #sansest #Fluffynight #cciller #Fluffyknife #Nightkiller #Fluffynightkiller #ccillermare #killer x ccino x nightmare #Nightmare x ccino x killer #Head cannons #studio versions #studio au #studio #studioverse #studio verse

[gainingfiction]

Lifeguard Off Duty: Chapter 9

(Read Chapter 8 by gainerstories here)

Rather than risk ending up like a sitcom character with two dates to the dance, Bradley decided to roll a few of plans together into the ultimate evening of celebration. Jeremy and the boys from Muffin Tops would stop by his work happy hour at Michaela’s on Friday night. Peter would join him there, and they’d move onto their romantic dinner date afterwards: it had taken a little rearranging, but he’d managed to line everything up into a perfect stretch of hedonism.

After finishing up with the gym’s seated press on Thursday evening, Bradley decided to see if his workouts had done anything for his weight. He stepped off the scales, after clocking in at an eye-popping 324 pounds: a full 11 pounds heavier than he had been just a couple of weeks before. Had he been doing that much celebrating? 

“Hey, man. Can’t wait for tomorrow,” came Jeremy’s voice from behind him.

“Hey, me neither,” Bradley said, turning to greet his gym buddy. He joked, “You trying to see the number?”

“Don’t need to. I can tell by your outfit that it’s still going up,” Jeremy laughed as he gave Bradley’s belly a gentle pat right around his exposed navel. It was Jeremy’s favourite running joke—not that Bradley ever ran anymore.

“Very funny,” Bradley grinned, as he turned to head out for the evening. After half an hour at 24 Hour Fitness, he couldn’t wait to eat whatever lavish spread Peter had come up with that day.

The next morning, Bradley had a spring in his very heavy step. He whistled as he soaped up the rolls and bulges of his colossal body in the shower, and hummed as he ran his towel along the sloping curves of his huge rear. He inhaled sharply to get his work shirt closed, and then inhaled the massive breakfast feast that Peter had cooked up for him: bacon, sausages, hash browns, syrupy pancakes, and buttery toast. Shirt buttons spreading apart as they fought to restrain his gut, Bradley heaved himself into his car and made his way to Muffin Tops.

After loading up on pastries for the day, Bradley headed to work. He greeted his friends in the recreation department before making his way to his own corner of city hall. As usual, Malcolm appeared with a huge plate of home cooking, followed shortly by Diane and Eric who wanted confirmation that Bradley wasn’t going to bail on drinks. By the time he left the office, he had eaten every crumb that had been put in front of him, but his mind was already wandering to the nachos and fries at Michaela’s.

The place was just starting to get lively when Bradley arrived. He plodded over to Eric and Wanda, who were standing by the bar. As soon as he arrived, Wanda placed a frothy mug of beer in his hand. She added, “Even if you work in another department now, I’m still the boss.”

“Of course,” Bradley said, feeling sincere. Wanda had done so much for him. He chatted with her for a while, digging in when a large platter of nachos appeared beside him. And when Diane appeared with an overloaded plate of fries, he allowed himself to be stolen away. He let his co-worker grab a few pats of his monster gut as he polished off the snacks, before turning to Eric and his boyfriend.

The one-time twinks looked completely overstuffed as they stood side-by-side, splitting well over 300 pounds of excess relationship weight between them. They were still fairly fashionable, but Bradley could see that they shared his struggles with fitting into clothes: buttons strained and cotton rode up to expose their mutual overindulgence. Ordering another beer, he chatted with both of them, realizing that they were as charming and fun as Eric’s social media profiles made them seem.

While Bradley was talking to them, he watched Peter arrive and slip effortlessly into a conversation with Malcolm and Wanda. Bradley realized that they had probably been going to Peter’s coffee cart for longer than he had. He admired the way Peter’s athletic-fit blazer flattered his lithe build, contrasting it to the massive men in front of him and the equally massive man he had become. As he chatted with Peter and Blake, he felt a distinct appreciation for the tattooed hunk in his life.

Bradley was pleased to see that Jeremy had met Hayden and Diego. Excusing himself, he made his way over to the two mountains of lard and the muscle-bound jock. “How are three of my favourite people?” he asked, when he arrived. He stifled a belch, before taking a swig of beer.

“Ah, I love fat Bradley,” Diego said to Jeremy and Hayden, as he clapped his loyal customer on the back. He turned to Bradley. “You were never this relaxed when we worked at the beach! But that’s all water under the bridge.”

Bradley flushed. “I guess I needed to walk a mile in your shoes.”

“Or waddle,” Hayden said. “And maybe not a full mile.”

The guys all laughed in response. Bradley noticed that Peter had joined the group. Patting the lower part of Bradley’s back, he joked, “This guy doesn’t even walk to the fridge anymore, he gets me to grab his beers for him.”

“That sounds like the life,” Hayden said, as the group laughed. “Diego, we need someone to bring us beers.”

“That could be a job for Jeremy,” Bradley said, giving his gym buddy a wink. Jeremy had been throwing himself at the blubber-bound bakery owners practically since he arrived.

The group chatted, and the beer flowed. After a while, Diego and Bradley got to reminiscing about their time at Thick Sands beach. Diego pulled out his phone, showing off an old picture of the two complete with sunglasses, smiles, and perfect abs. Bradley could barely remember what it felt like to be that small, and yet he’d been the beach babe-in-residence for years. If he tried to climb the lifeguard tower at his current size, he’d probably wreck the wooden ladder.

The time at Michaela’s flew by, with Bradley helping himself to the beer and bar food as his friends from work and beyond dropped by to congratulate him and talk. After what felt like no time, but what had really been hours, Peter arrived to remind Bradley of their dinner reservation. Draining his fourth beer, Bradley settled his tab and said goodbye.

“I was just chatting with Christian, the head lifeguard that replaced you. Looks like Wanda offered him your old job. He really is following in your footsteps,” Peter said, as they made their way out of the bar.

Bradley turned and looked at Christian, who was chatting with Wanda and Eric. He reminded Bradley of himself. With a smile, Bradley said, “If Wanda gives him the desk next to Eric, that might be in more ways than one.”

Outside, the air was cool and fresh. Side by side, Peter and Bradley walked to the end of the next block, to the small bistro that had come highly recommended. It was simply decorated, with sleek wooden furniture and a few rustic touches. The couple followed the hostess to their seat, and had a chance to look over the menu.

After a few moments, their waiter arrived with water. He was tall and thin, with a forgettable face. “My name is Justin, I’ll be taking care of you guys this evening,” he said. Justin was obviously gay, and he shot judgemental looks in Bradley’s direction as he spoke. Then, he turned to Peter with a smile. “Can I interest you in any drinks?”

“Yes, we’ll share a bottle of the house red,” Peter said. His face was blank. When the waiter took the drink menu and retreated, Peter rolled his eyes and Bradley chuckled. Apparently some guys still tried to deny the allure of the dad bod.

The pair chatted as they continued to weigh menu options. After a little while, the waiter reappeared to pour the wine and take their orders. After Peter ordered the white fish for his main course, it was Bradley’s turn to order.

“I’ll start with the fettucine alfredo, and then—”

“The fettucine alfredo is a main course,” Justin interrupted.

“I know. I’m gonna have it as an appetizer. And then for my main I’ll have the surf and turf, with an extra baked potato on the side,” Bradley said. He closed his menu. “Medium for the steak.”

With a glare in Bradley’s direction, the server clicked his pen and disappeared as the guys attempted to say thanks.

The two relaxed, drinking freely and swapping opinions about happy hour and whether Diego and Hayden would take Jeremy home. Peter painted quite a picture of the thick throuple that they were destined to become, and Bradley complimented his insight. Conversation was easy, moving from Peter’s family in Korea to Bradley’s high school diving career. Bradley slurped back the pasta, before tearing into his steak and lobster with gusto. Buttery potato and fried veggies disappeared into his vast gut. He felt increasingly stuffed, but he plowed forward. As they talked and ate, they (especially Bradley) finished the wine.

When the time came for dessert, Bradley couldn’t pass up the chocolate cheesecake. Peter tasted a spoonful, leaving Bradley to stuff himself with the rest. When the dessert plate was empty, Bradley excused himself to go to the washroom.

After relieving himself at the urinal, he paused in front of the mirror. No wonder Justin’s eyes had boggled as Bradley walked to the washroom: there were gaping spaces between the buttons of his shirt, revealing swathes of fat. And his gut looked massively round after a full day of stuffing himself stupid. Stifling a belch, Bradley plodded back across the restaurant.

Bradley pulled back his chair and slumped into it, ready to call for the cheque and take his boyfriend home. Except, as his giant rump made contact with the seat, he could feel something shifting. And as his bulging ass settled into place, Bradley heard a whining creak. A moment later, after a violent snap, Bradley’s big butt was on the floor, and he was surrounded by pieces of broken chair. Looking down, he realized that the two buttons straining over the fattest part of his gut had chosen that moment to give up, flying off under the pressure of Bradley’s behemoth belly.

“Holy shit, babe, are you okay?” Peter was at Bradley’s side in a flash.

“Fine,” Bradley said, feeling dazed. He felt embarrassed that part of his massive, hairy gut had been exposed to the cool air of the restaurant, made all the more embarrassing by every set of eyes bearing down on him. Peter’s shredded muscles bulging from the exertion, he helped Bradley to his feet.

By the time Bradley was standing, the manager had appeared. He was a middle-aged man, no more than 5’5” and skinny as a rail. Bradley’s gigantic frame absolutely dwarfed him. “Oh, my God. Are you alright? We are so sorry, sir, truly. Your meal is on us, of course. And let me write a note, your next meal will be on us, too.”

With nothing injured but his pride, Bradley certainly wasn’t going to turn down that offer.

By the time they got home, the couple was already laughing it off. “I really never thought I’d do something like that,” Bradley said, as he undid his remaining shirt buttons.

Planting his hands on Bradley’s sides, Peter traced the expanse of his lover’s thick gut. “You were just too much man for those shitty chairs.”

“Well it’s a good thing you’re man enough to handle me,” Bradley said, clapping the underside of his belly and making it shake, despite the overwhelming fullness.

The two made their way to the bedroom, Peter caressing Bradley’s bulging love handles as they walked. “You know, the first time I went to the beach here, I fantasized about getting rescued by the hunky lifeguard?” Peter said. “If you still have your old uniform around, I could go for some role-play.”

“Sounds great,” Bradley said. He ran a hand along Peter’s hip. “You know what? I have a feeling we’ll be rescuing each other for a long time to come.”

#lifeguard off duty

[marveldeliversusps]

Prompt: New Hobby

Thanks for the prompt and political advocacy, @queenoftherandomword​! Hope you like it!

Prompt: Looks like somone has a new hobby

Pairing: Stucky, shrunkyclunks, background Sam/Nat

Rating: M

Art by @inflomora-art​. I’m obsessed with this pic. 

Steve heard a knock and rushed to the door. It was around three PM and his postal worker, Bucky, would be dropping off the mail soon. On days when he wasn’t too busy, Bucky would stick around and chat with Steve for a few minutes. Those were the best days.

Mailman Bucky was beyond hot. He had a cleft chin with a bit of softness under it, wrinkles from smiling and sparkling grey eyes. He was so beautiful he even made the dumb postal worker hat look good.

When Steve pulled the door open, he found Natasha standing there expectantly. He tried to close the door but she put her foot inside the house. He set his shoulder against the door so she could push her way in.

“Nice to see you, Steve.”

Steve took a steadying breath in. He loved Natasha and looked forward to being around her. Since he’d retired from the superhero business and given the shield to Sam, time with Nat had been in short supply. However, she was perceptive and insatiably curious. If she was around when Bucky arrived, she’d sniff out Steve’s secret crush right away. Or find the numerous unopened boxes in his bedroom that he didn’t want to explain.

“Natasha,” he said.

“That’s all?”

Steve held tight onto the door. A moment of confusion or indecision would be just enough for her to elbow her way inside. This is why he needed more non-spy friends.

“Nice to see you, as always.”

Natasha rolled her eyes so dramatically her eyelashes fluttered. “What you mean to say is I’m sorry that I stood you and Sam up for our lunch date at Hot Lips pizza today, and that you two had to wait for forty-five minutes, and I can’t believe I didn’t respond to your text messages.”

Steve closed his eyes in embarrassment. “I totally forgot. I’m sorry, Nat.”

“It’s alright, Steve,” Natasha said, brushing non-existent lint from Steve’s shoulder. “I know you have other commitments. Maybe we could hang out now?”

Steve did want to spend time with her, just not for another hour when there was no risk of her meeting Bucky. Since getting together, Sam and Natasha were both happier, more fluid and less locked into decades-long patterns, but it certainly made Steve’s life more difficult. Their attempts at teasing him or caretaking were coordinated and ruthless. Loving, but ruthless.

“Now’s not a good time,” Steve said. “How about Friday you and Sam come over for a movie night?”

Natasha smiled sweetly, all her deadly angles covered by softness. She squeezed Steve’s hand gently, then dug her fingers into his wrist, making him yelp and stumble backward. As soon as Steve faltered, she charged inside and started looking around the living room. When Steve subtly positioned himself between her and the stairs to his bedroom, Natasha clocked his actions immediately. She slipped past his outstretched hands and hustled upstairs.

“Goddammit, Nat!”

Once she entered Steve’s bedroom, Natasha stopped abruptly and looked at all the unopened boxes lining the walls. “Huh.”

Steve nearly slammed into her back in his rush to beat her to the bedroom and had to grab onto the doorframe to stop himself. Natasha tilted her head to the side as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.

“What were you expecting?” Steve said.

Natasha’s brows furrowed. “I don’t know. A hot man or woman. A sex dungeon. Porn. Not a million boxes from…” she picked one up and squinted at it. “REI? What the hell, Steve?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth, not quite ready to tell the truth. The first package had been an actual order, a new pair of running shoes from an outdoor store he discovered. But then when Bucky had delivered them, REI (Recreation Equipment Inc) was apparently his favorite store, and it had given them something to chat about.

Steve had taken to buying gear from there once a week and planned his schedule to be home with the packages arrived, just so he could talk with Bucky. He’d even been working up the courage to suggest a hike together.

“I checked all the rooms downstairs,” Sam said out of nowhere.

Steve’s shoulders slumped. Of course, Sam and Natasha would be working together. They never went on ops alone anymore. Not since she was captured by AIM, and Sam leveled three blocks of downtown Mobile, Alabama to save her.

Steve should have never suggested Nat ask Sam out. Or introduced them. Or joined the Avengers.  

“Nice to see you,” Steve quipped.

Sam winked at him, the cheeky asshole. He knew Steve couldn’t stay mad at him long. “Not my fault,” Sam said, as he walked into the room. “You ditched us. And if you had just told Tasha what you were hiding--”

“I can have secrets,” Steve said petulantly.

Meanwhile, Natasha was walking around the room and shaking boxes. They all had the REI logo on the side: Sustainable Gear Built to Last. She retrieved a knife from her boot, ripped open a box and pulled out a 9.8mm Dry-Core climbing rope. It was bright yellow with red x’s on it, and Steve had picked it because he liked the design. “Is this for an outside sex dungeon?”

“Stop thinking everything is about sex!” Steve snapped. Sam raised an eyebrow at him, and Steve immediately felt bad. Before he could apologize to Natasha, she waived him off. Sam sat down on Steve’s bed and pulled out his own knife. He never used to have a million knives on him, probably Natasha’s influence.

“Do people know Captain America sneaks into people’s houses with knives?” Steve said.

Sam shrugged and carefully opened a package. “People don’t know a damn thing about me I don’t want them to know, because my girlfriend is a badass.”

A paranoid badass, Steve thought. But he had the self-preservation to keep that to himself.

Sam pulled out a Lavender Harness with yellow daisies stitched to the side. “Petzl Luna Harness,” he read off the side. “Steve, this is a woman’s harness.”

Steve crossed his arms, because he had aced his Women’s Studies class, thank you very much. “All the harnesses for women were pink and had flowers on them, and I thought that was very gender essentialist of them, so I bought it for myself in protest.”

“I’m sure they heard you loud and clear,” Sam said dryly.

They slowly unpacked all of Steve’s packages: another harness, two more ropes, a crash pad, carabiners, and several metal things Steve didn’t know the name of. After each item, Natasha looked at Steve expectantly, and he steadily denied that it was for a sex dungeon.

Next came a Marmot 1 person tent, that Steve would have to curl up in sideways to fit, a backpack, and a head lamp. He had more things he needed, but he wanted to spread the orders out.

“Why didn’t you open any of this stuff?” Sam said.

Exhausted with their questions, Steve flopped dramatically onto the floor, and he didn’t need to look up to know Sam and Natasha were doing synchronized eye rolls. “I don’t know how to use it yet!” Most of it he’d selected because he liked the colors or the philosophy of the companies. He had no idea if all the gear even all worked together. “It’s outdoor gear because my mailman likes to rock climb, and he’s hot, and I want to climb him like a tree.”

Natasha grinned triumphantly, and proclaimed, “So this is about sex!”

Steve didn’t respond, just slowly banged his head on the floor. Maybe if he blacked out they would leave him alone.

“Well, well,” Sam said.

“Don’t do that,” Steve snapped.  

“Looks like someone has a new hobby.”

Natasha leaned against Sam and giggled. It was so damn cute that Steve couldn’t decide if he wanted to wrap them in Christmas paper or throw them outside.

He almost missed the knock at the door.

“Steve,” Bucky called in. “Your door was left open. Just wanted to make sure everything’s okay.”

Steve shot an annoyed look at Sam who grinned unrepentantly. “Barton’s watching the entrance.” Steve should've guessed that, too. He half expected them to turn into a throuple any day now.

Natasha ignored them again, moving lightning fast to charge downstairs.

“Steve,” Bucky called again. “Hi,” he said, presumably when he saw Natasha. “Just checking in. I have a package for Steve.”

“I’m sure you do,” Natasha said meaningfully as she took the box from Bucky.

Steve made a racket in his haste to prevent Natasha from saying anything more embarrassing and landed at the door framing breathing heavily with a wild look in his eyes. Natasha, naturally, looked calm and composed.

“You must be Bucky,” Natasha said, extending her dainty hand. “Steve can’t stop talking about you.”

Steve’s cheeks immediately flamed hot, and the only saving grace was that Bucky’s cheeks pinked up adorably, too.

“Oh.�� Bucky didn't elaborate further even though Steve really, really wanted him to. Was that a good oh or a bad oh? An oh or an /oh/?

Before Steve could follow up, Sam came up behind him and clapped an arm on his shoulder.

“Captain America!” Bucky exclaimed when he saw Sam. Oh no, no no no no, Steve thought. “You’re my hero! I mean, I’m an adult so not like hero hero, but it’s. Whew. It’s an honor.”

Sam grinned that warm, gap toothed smile that made old ladies weak in the knees, and he shook Bucky’s hand. “Nice to meet you. Did you serve?”

Bucky nodded, shrugging his shoulders shyly. “Yeah, two tours and all that, and you know, the post office is the number one employer of vets, so I’m here doing this. Helps to have the arm.” He pointed at his black and gold prosthetic.  Thanks for promoting that program by the way.”

Steve didn’t pout, but his inner toddler was stamping his foot. He only got a few minutes to talk to Bucky each week, and Sam was hogging all his time.

Natasha had magicked some popcorn out of nowhere, there hadn’t been any in Steve’s cupboard, and was obnoxiously monching it and watching the three of them. Knowing her, she’d probably known all of this was going to happen and brought the popcorn along as a prop.

“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Bucky said to Sam, “but could I get a picture?”

Sam nodded, turning to Steve with a shit eating grin. “Steve, would you mind taking a pic of us?”

Steve took Bucky’s camera. He stepped on Sam’s foot while he arranged them for the photo, because he had called dibs on Bucky, and Sam already had Natasha. “You know . . . I’ve been retired for a while.” Because if Sam could play the Captain America card, so could he. Bucky had never brought it up, so perhaps he hadn’t recognized him.

Bucky smiled softly. “I know, Steve.”

Oh, well. That was a different thing entirely. Bucky had known who Steve was all along and had never made him feel uncomfortable about it. Steve smiled back at him and took the picture.

Once they were done, Natasha leaned toward Bucky. “Tell me, Bucky, how long have you and Steve been getting to know one another.”

Steve was 100% sure that was her code for sex dungeon activities, which, what in the hell did she and Sam get up to in their free time? Nevermind, he didn’t want to know.

They didn’t call Steve the greatest strategist of his time for nothing. He subtly scooted over, forcing Natasha to lean back.

“We’ve only recently become friends,” Steve said. The blood rushed to his cheeks again when he realized what he’d said. Bucky probably had to be friendly with everyone while he was working, that didn’t mean he and Steve were friends. “I mean, I think we are.”

The sides of Bucky’s eyes crinkled adorably as he grinned. “Yeah, we’re friends, Steve.” He paused and glanced at Sam and Natasha before settling back on Steve. “Actually,” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, making his terrible round hat fall forward. He righted it quickly and said, “I was wondering if you’d like to go climbing this Saturday. I could show you the cool spots with not too many people, and--”

“Steve doesn’t know how to climb,” Natasha said around another mouthful of popcorn. “You should take me and Sam along to teach him. And Clint, too. Maybe Tony would want to come.”

By the grace of all that was good and holy, Sam had mercy and pulled Natasha away from the door whispering, “Stop cockblocking my best friend.”

Once Nat and Sam were out of earshot, Steve met Bucky’s eyes and grimaced. “I was looking for new hobbies, and when I ordered shoes you brought up climbing, and like an idiot I said I liked it too. because you are so handsome, and my brain turned into mush, and then I just didn’t want to stop talking to you.”

“I know,” Bucky said interrupting Steve’s rambling. His eyes sparkled as he grinned. “You once called a grigri a carabiner.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“Exactly.” Bucky stepped closer, his expression turning mischievous. Steve could never, ever let him and Natasha become friends. “Wanna go on a date with me?” He was so close now, Steve could pick out the flecks of silver and black in his grey eyes.

Steve got lost staring until he realized Bucky had been waiting too long for a response. He didn’t seem to mind, his smile only getting wider.

“I really do want to learn to rock climb,” Steve blurted out to stop himself from saying something ridiculous like, please fuck me in your uniform.

Bucky tilted his chin back and laughed, mesmerizing Steve with the movement of his throat.

“How about we do both?” Bucky said, laughter dying down as he scooted closer.

Steve leaned down and said, “I’d like that,” against Bucky’s lips, the moment before they kissed. Distantly, he heard the sounds of Natasha and Sam cheering, but he blocked them out in favor of gripping Bucky’s hip and pulling their bodies flush against one another.

“The man has to work,” Sam called out. “Don’t get freaky and delay the mail.”

Bucky pulled back and patted Steve’s shoulder. “See you soon, Stevie.”

After he left, Steve collapsed on the couch next to Sam, heady with the experience, until a sudden realization left him cold.

“I forgot to get his number.”

Sam waved him off, and pointed at the kitchen where Nat was rifling through Steve’s cabinets. “Don’t worry. Tasha has it already.”

Steve groaned. Of course she did. And if by some chance she didn’t, Steve could always order another box from REI.

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You Can Ride On My Rocket 69 - Chapter 13

A Song About Hacking And Slashing

Fic Summary: Jeremy has recently awoken in this strange world, 210 ten years after he was put to sleep, and is now the lone survivor from his vault. Trevor's a radio host from Diamond City who's barely left the station, lonely in his own right and isolated from the rest of the Wastes. When they meet, Trevor finally gets a chance to see the rest of the wasteland like he's always wanted, though Jeremy becomes more of his bodyguard than Trevor does his companion. They meet various people along the way, some being friends like the odd throuple they meet in one of the neighboring city, or foe like a certain Diamond City guard. Both are wary about bringing up their pasts, but the wasteland has a strange way of bringing people together.

Chapter Summary:  Geoff helps Jeremy clean up a hell of a mess, Jeremy and Trevor take a detour to Good Neighbor (again), and Gavin starts scheming.

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Words in this chapter: 2832 Pairings: Jeremy/Trevor, Michael/Gavin/Lindsay, Jeremy/Matt Warnings for this chapter: Mentions of blood

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It was hard for Jeremy to ignore the floor around him as he packed up the last of Trevor’s precious cds, but he knew that he wouldn’t want these left behind in case something happened to his trailer. In case anyone found what was inside of it. The thought made him shudder, and he decided then that it was about time he wrap things up. He took the box with him as he left, locking the door up tight. So far, it seemed like the coast was clear, but his luck had been all over the place lately. There was no way of knowing what would happen next.

Back in the Home Plate, things were… Quiet. Trevor was sitting on his bed, staring straight forward as he tried to process everything. There was a lot going on his head, but he couldn’t make sense of any of it. He hadn’t just killed one person, he’d killed two, and that made him twice as bad as the normal person. He didn’t think he was quite as bad as Ian, but he’d still done a terrible thing. A terrible thing that was all too common in the wastes. He didn’t look over at Jeremy as he walked through the door, fumbling the box of discs as he tried to lock it behind him and swearing as they tumbled out of the box and onto the floor. It was when he bent down to pick up the discs that he spotted Trevor, and the look on his face made him abandon the task at hand.

“Trevor?” He asked, frowning in concern as he stepped over the pile to approach him slowly, a hand out in front of him with an open palm in case he got spooked. “Trevor, are you alright?” He’d seen this before, back in the war. It was always the same way, whether they’d joined by choice because of the promised thrills of defending their country or if they’d been drafted and forced to join. When they took their first life, they always had the same look that Trevor had on his: Blank, emotionless, but somehow with a pile of guilt built up behind their eyes as tears streamed down their cheeks. He knelt down in front of the bed, looking up at Trevor as he took his hands in his own. “C’mon, talk to me, buddy. It’s not good to keep all that bottled up.” 

“I killed them,” he whispered finally, after a minute of silence that stretched out all too long. His words hung heavy in the air, and Jeremy could only nod slowly in response. There was no denying it, the mayor and Ian were dead, and it had been Trevor’s hand that had done it. “I thought… I thought I’d be happy, that I’d be relieved to be rid of them, but…” He sighed heavily and shook his head, pulling a hand from Jeremy’s to wipe his face. “I just feel terrible.” 

Jeremy bit his lip, shifting to sit on the bed next to Trevor, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. “I know, I know what you mean,” he murmured, hugging him tightly. “But… It fades. Eventually it fades, I promise.” He swallowed hard, scooting back on the bed so he could lean against the wall, bringing Trevor with him. “Sometimes it still comes back full force and haunts you, but… It gets easier to stomach, over time.”

Trevor sniffled softly, resting his head against Jeremy’s chest and curling his fingers in the hem of his shirt. There was still blood on the fabric, but if he closed his eyes, he couldn’t see it and it wouldn’t bother him. “You promise?”

“I promise,” Jeremy whispered, hoping that Trevor knew that he wouldn’t ever lie to him. His squad had put the same amount of trust in him, and he never once let them down. He wasn’t about to let Trevor down, either. “We should get changed and clean up a bit,” he suggested quietly. 

The other man let out a soft sigh, but he didn’t make any attempts to move. Instead, he just held onto his shirt tighter, clinging to him. “Can we stay here for a bit? Please?”

“Yeah, of course… Of course. We can stay here for as long as you’d like.”

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It was later in the same day when Jeremy decided that they couldn’t hide out in the Home Plate forever, and they had to get things cleaned up before anyone happened upon the trailer. Trevor suggested going to Geoff for help, which seemed like the wise thing to do, but he himself couldn’t bring himself to go with Jeremy. It was hard for him to want to do anything, and Jeremy understood. However, he doubted that Geoff would take the news very well without Trevor there to explain it. 

He was right.

Geoff couldn’t believe his ears as Jeremy told him everything that had happened, his eyes wide and mouth hung open. Geneva had her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock as well. When he finally finished talking, all he could do was shout, “You did what?!” 

“I didn’t do anything, Trevor’s the one who shot. It was Trevor.” 

“But you didn’t stop him.” 

Jeremy scoffed in indignation, rolling his eyes. “What the fuck was I gonna do? Ian had a gun to my head, I couldn’t do anything.” 

“You could have stopped him, do you have any idea what that sort of thing does to a kid?” 

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea. I know exactly how badly that sort of thing fucks a kid up, but Trevor’s not a kid. He’s an adult, and he can make his own decisions, and he decided to pull the trigger. That’s not on me.” He’d taken a lot of responsibility for Trevor, and he’d take the fall for him in a heartbeat if anything came of this, but there was nothing he could have done to stop it. And even if there was, he wouldn’t have done it. “I know you just wanna look out for him, and I do too, but… You gotta let him grow up sometime, man. Now, are you gonna help me clean up the mess or not?” 

Geoff let out a long, shaky sigh, not even able to bring himself to look at Jeremy for a long time. He didn’t like being told what to do or how to feel, it felt too much like someone was trying to reprogram him, but he knew that, ultimately, Jeremy was right. Trevor wasn’t the same scared little kid, running around the streets of Diamond City alone anymore. “Fine. Yes. I’ll help. But I better not catch any heat from this, and he better not either.” 

“Don’t worry, nothing’s gonna happen.” He’d made a promise a long time ago that he’d protect Trevor no matter what, and he didn’t intend on breaking it. “If anyone’s gonna be catching any heat, it’ll be me. But I need your help making sure that it doesn’t connect to him in any way. I can’t do this alone, man.”

That was enough reassurance for Geoff, and he motioned for Jeremy to follow him as he walked past him to grab his jacket and his hat. “Geneva, if anyone asks for me, tell ‘em I’ll be back in the morning.”

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Cleaning the trailer was more work than Jeremy had anticipated, mostly because all Geoff did was sit back in Trevor’s chair with his feet on the soundboard and give instructions while Jeremy did all the handiwork. The stench was so bad that he had to put his gasmask on, and it was pretty hard to not throw up while he cut up the bodies and stashed the pieces in duffel bags. There were plenty of feral dogs and super mutants roaming outside the Fens that were looking for an easy meal, it wasn’t going to be hard to get rid of the pieces. The hardest part was going to be getting the duffel bags out of the city itself. 

“Now, I’m gonna finish up here. Blood’s a bitch to get out of all those grooves and you’ve done enough work already. But what do you say if anyone stops you?” Geoff quizzed, adjusting the straps of the bags for Jeremy as he arched an eyebrow at him. 

“That I’m running a delivery for Polly to one of the settlements.” 

“Good. She’s already filled in on the plan, had to buy about a dozen Brahmin steaks I don’t even need to get her to agree to it, but that’s business, I guess,” he laughed, but quieted quickly when the other man didn’t laugh as well and cleared his throat awkwardly. “Grab Trevor on your way out, too. It’ll look weird if you start running jobs without him. Just about the whole city knows you two are a team now, you can’t leave him behind.” 

Jeremy nodded in agreement, hoisting the last duffel bag onto his shoulder and pulling the door open. Had it really been that obvious to everyone? But he figured that it probably was, given that they now shared a home and hardly went out and about without the other, even when they were just grabbing some ramen. “Thanks, Geoff.”

The synth waved a hand to dismiss the gratitude, shaking his head. “I didn’t do this for you, I did it for him. Just keep that in mind.”

“Don’t worry,” Jeremy assured as he stepped out the door and let it shut behind him. “I did it for the same reason.” He didn’t know if Geoff thought he didn’t give a shit about Trevor or if he just didn’t trust him, but he would’ve appreciated just a little bit less hostility about it. They both cared about the guy a lot, it wasn’t a competition.

He sighed heavily as he trudged through Diamond City, the duffel bags weighing him down not just physically, but emotionally as well. There was a lot riding on his ability to get rid of these, but luckily it seemed like no one noticed that something was off quite yet. Part of him wondered what would happen, if the city would descend into chaos without a corrupt mayor and a power-hungry head guard to keep the fear in everyone, or if someone new would step up into both spots without any fuss at all. There was always a spot for himself and Trevor in Good Neighbor if the former happened, at least.

When he reached the Home Plate, Jeremy didn’t go inside. He just knocked on the door and called to the man inside. “Trevor! We got a job to run, c’mon.” There was some noise inside, some shuffling around and clattering, then the door swung open. “C’mon, take a bag. We gotta go make a delivery.” 

Trevor furrowed his eyebrows together, confused because he didn’t think that they were going to be doing jobs for a while, and wasn’t Jeremy supposed to be cleaning up the trailer? After that thought, it only took a few seconds for the pieces to come together, and Jeremy watched as the gears turned in his head. “Alright, yeah,” he said finally, taking the strap that was offered to him and slinging the bag over his shoulder. “Where we going?”

“One of the settlements up north. They’re running low on food, so we’re bringing them some.”

It was all lies and they both knew it, but neither of them let on. They just held their heads high as usual and walked out of the city like nothing was wrong. One of the guards questioned them on their way out, but they were lucky enough that no one asked to look inside the bags. 

Once they were out of earshot of the city, Trevor cleared his throat and spoke up. “We’re not really delivering meat, are we?” he asked, looking at him skeptically. 

“Well, in a way, we are.”

Trevor shook his head, unamused by the little joke. “You know what I mean.”

“No,” he relented, sighing heavily. “We’re not. We’re-”

“- I know what we’re doing. I’m just… I wish I wasn’t involved.”

“I know. But it’d look suspicious if I left the city without you, so this is how it has to be.” Jeremy wished that it could be different, that Trevor didn’t have to be involved, but this was how it was. “I can go the rest of the way on my own, if you wanna find a spot to wait.” He might as well give him an out, there were plenty of safe spots to hunker down until Jeremy was able to dump the bags and go back. 

“No,” he responded, shaking his head again. There was a look in his eyes that Jeremy didn’t quite recognize, but he was glad to see that the guilt was gone. “I started this, I’m gonna finish it.” 

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It’d taken them a few hours to walk far enough out that they could get rid of them without any Diamond City guards being able to happen across them, but it took them half that to go back the other way. Without the duffel bags weighing them down, travel was a lot faster and a lot easier. Or at least it would have been, if they decided to go back to the city right away. Instead, they detoured to their favorite place, Good Neighbor, since they were already mostly there anyway. It’d be a good way to kill time because they were meant to be heading to a settlement way up north, and it’d be impossible for them to get there and back in such a short amount of time. If it was a real trip, encumbered the way they were, they probably wouldn’t get back until the next day. Hell, it may have even taken them longer. 

“Back again, eh? We can’t keep you two away from this place!” Michael laughed as the pair walked through the door, a grin on his face. “But good thing you did, Gav’s got some work for you.”

Jeremy shook his head quickly. “Nah, we’re not looking for work, sorry.” 

One of Michael’s eyebrows shot up, and he hummed. “You sure? It’s a good job.”

“We’re not interested,” Trevor said firmly, and Michael blinked in surprise before putting his hands up, palms open towards him. 

“Okay, okay, jeez. Message received, loud and clear.” He lowered his hands, smoothing out his suit. “Enjoy your drinks, boys.”

The pair nodded back at him and made their way downstairs, and Trevor grinned as the comfortable atmosphere of the Third Rail washed over them. The dim lights, Lindsay’s voice filling the room, the gentle clinking of glasses as Gavin made drinks, and the sweet smell of alcohol made it feel right at home. They took a seat at the bar and the Brit was quick to serve them. 

“What’ll it be tonight?” Jeremy got himself a whiskey, he needed something stronger after the day they’d had, but Trevor just got himself a soda. A Nuka Cherry, because he needed the comfort his favorite soda provided. 

“Hey, Jer, can you… Can you try not to overdo it this time?” Trevor asked softly, and Jeremy paused. “The last few times we’ve been here, either you or the both of us have gotten… Considerably drunk. I just wanna have a nice night with you.”

He swallowed hard, but nodded after a few long moments. The way Trevor was looking at him made it hard to do anything but agree. “I wanna have a nice night with you too, Trev.” Gavin looked between them, a knowing grin on his face as he did, but he wiped it off quickly when Jeremy turned to him. “What?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all.” He was met with skeptical hums, and he simply turned around to serve another patron instead of dignifying them with a response. But Gavin simply wondered if Jeremy and Trevor were the only ones who didn’t see it. The way they looked at each other and talked to each other had a level of fondness that he’d only seen between himself and Lindsay and Michael before, and yet… Nothing happened. Each time they passed through, they seemed to be exactly the same. 

Michael had lost his bet weeks ago, and it was starting to look like Gavin and Lindsay were going to lose theirs soon too. A bet wasn’t fun when no one won, so they needed a little nudge. Would Michael get mad at him for interfering? Probably, but Gavin wasn’t about to lose. He’d have to be careful, though. Jeremy and Trevor both seemed rather skittish, and he didn’t want to ruin things by meddling too much. That was going to be a problem for another day, because they seemed to be enjoying each other’s company too much for him to want to step in quite yet. However, there was always next time. 

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