#platonic fwb

[beyourownanchor6]

thanks for the tags loves @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @monsterrae1 💙

here’s some seven several sentences from my new wip that we’re gonna unofficially call ‘platonic fwb’ aka @mansikkaomenabanaani fault 😂

“I uh, I was kidding Eds.  I mean, you just said that…and then with what I said, and um…” Buck shook his head, sitting up as he scrubbed his hands down his face. “Let’s just chalk this up to another stupid thing I said, yea?”

“I didn’t think it was stupid.”

Buck froze as Eddie looked to him. If it wasn’t for it being night time with Eddie right in front of him, Buck would’ve thought he was back in his coma dream.

“Uh you-you didn’t?”

Eddie looked to him, soft smile spread over his face, sincerity in his voice.

“I think we could be that to each other. Don’t you?”

Buck had no idea what he was thinking about.

 “So, you want to like…be intimate but not intimate friends who date—or just friends who don’t date but are…intimate?”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Well, when you say it like that…” Another laugh slipped out of Eddie, the man turning his entire to face Buck, his knee pushing right into Buck’s thigh.

“There has to be a better name for it.”

Buck puffed out a breath as he thought it over. This was ridiculous. Eddie didn’t seriously want to date-not date him, did he?

“What about—platonic friends with benefits?”

 Eddie arched a brow. “Ok, and what does that mean?”

How the hell was Buck supposed to know? He’d only made it up in his head three seconds ago.

“Uh, well we could be—intimate, in um a platonic way, but only as friends. Buck paused before quickly adding, “and-and we don’t date other people or anything, just-just each other.” He didn’t dare to look up at Eddie.

 “Ok, I think that could work.”

Buck did look up to Eddie then, a little incredulously.

“You’re serious.”

It wasn’t a question, Buck completely dumbfounded.

“Well, it was your idea,” Eddie quickly pointed out.

Fuck. Was it?

Buck was so confused. How the hell did their conversation go from him being tired to them platonically dating-not dating?

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[slouchingbeast]

Sliding bloody handprint on glass door, comically large syringe full of glowing green liquid, and red eyes in the darkness are all varieties of t4t sex

[willowcreektownie]

Appaloosa Boys 🐎

Kai Goodluck & Tahoma Nez Party favorites for party favors all the way from Willow Creek to Tomarang

[luxeberries]

steve who has been looking for 'the one' since he was young giving up because he cant connect with anyone but then he connects with robin but shes gay but it doesnt matter because she is the one for him its just not romantic like he thought it would be. steve finally finding his soulmate in robin buckley and learning what love is supposed to feel like because no one has ever loved him back, not in a way that really meant anything to him. robin's love being healing for steve, robin's friendship being the most important relationship in steve's life, robin being a part of steve just like his limbs or his lungs.

[stobinesque]

@steddie-week day 3: first kiss | 2.1k words | G or T

Steve and Robin were about halfway through a rewatch of Clue when the phone rang, and Steve was across the living room before it was halfway through its second ring. “What’s wrong?” He asked without preamble. His heart was already racing; too anxious to consider the possibility that it could be someone calling for his parents—or even that it might be a non-emergency call. It was past ten already, and most of The Party should have at least been pretending to sleep by then.

“Steve?” The voice on the other end of the line was a bit distant—drowned out by the staticky sound of rain hitting pavement.

“Eddie? Are you alright? Where are you? Did something happen?”

Eddies’ van was out of commission, so he’d been relying on rides from Steve and the rest of the Corroded Coffin crew to get him to and from places for the past few weeks. If he was out somewhere and in trouble, he was stranded there.

“Yeah—I-I mean, no. Nothing—nothing happened. Just—could you come get me?”

“Yeah, of course. Where are you?”

“I’m out at The Hideout.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be there in ten—maybe fifteen minutes.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I said I’d be there in ten, Eddie.”

“Okay.” 

Steve hung up the receiver and turned to make for the foyer to find Robin standing behind him—jacket on, back slung over one shoulder, and a pair of his shoes in one hand. “Picking Eddie up?”

“Yeah.” Steve took the shoes from her hands gratefully, and started pulling them on.

“Can you drop me off on the way without slowing yourself down?”

“Yeah, I budgeted Robin home-delivery time just in case.”

“Well, hop to it then, dingus.”

~*~*~*~

When Steve pulled up in front of The Hideout after dropping off a surprisingly acquiescent Robin (Eddie needs you more than I do right now, dingus), it was to find Eddie sitting atop one of the wheel stops of The Hideout’s small lot, looking like a drowned rat. 

Eddie was up and yanking open the door to the beamer before Steve could so much as put it in park, and Steve pulled out of the lot as soon as Eddie had his seat belt buckled across him.

“You okay, mann?”

Eddie shrugged.

“What happened?”

“Don’t really wanna talk about it right now.”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

“Sorry to interrupt movie night with the missus.”

Steve laughed. “She already forgives you. Provided that you were actually having a crisis and not just faking one as a ploy to get me alone with you.”

That startled a laugh out of Eddie in turn, and he turned in his seat to shoot Steve a mischievous grin. “Now, does that sound like something I would do, sweetheart?”

“According to Robin? Yes.”

“Ah, I see who the brains of the operation is, then.”

“Was that in question?”

“Well—whether or not there was a brain behind you and Robin’s whole deal was a little up in the air.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah, that’s fair.”

Silence fell between the two of them, and twenty seconds in Eddie started rooting around in Steve’s glove compartment.

“Dude. What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for a tape in here that doesn’t suck, man!”

“What are you talking about? We have, like, half the same taste in music!”

“Yeah, but the only thing you keep in your car are mixtapes! And I’m sorry, Steve, but some of the things the kids have made you are—objectively speaking—extremely cursed.”

“You could put in the one Robin made.”

“It’s hilarious that you think there’s only one Robin mixtape in here. But also: I’m not in the mood for Cyndi Lauper.”

“Cyndi Lauper’s not in the mood for you,” Steve snarked under his breath—more because he knew that’s what Robin would say if she was in the car with them than for any other reason. Raising his voice so that Eddie knew it was meant to be heard, he added, “I think there might be one from Jon in there?”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Eugh. No thanks. My night’ been shit enough.” He kept rooting around for another minute or two, until— “Aha!” he emerged triumphant, an sparsely labeled tape held aloft in one hand. It looked like one that Steve had made for himself years ago—long before he’d gone knocking on the supernatural’s door. If he was guessing right, it was a mix of Queen, Bowie, and Fleetwood Mac. “How have I never found this one before?” Eddie asked.

“Because in spite of your loud protestations to the contrary, you usually just let whatever music is playing in the car happen to you.”

Eddie gave a considering hum as he stuffed his find into the tape deck. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

The two of them fell silent again as “The Chain” poured from the speakers, and the rest of the ride passed without conversation, the only sounds between them besides the music was the steady beat of rain against the windshield, and Eddie’s fingers drumming along to the beat of the song.

~*~*~*~

Steve killed the engine as he pulled up in front of the Munsons’ trailer. 

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie said, pulling a strand of hair out to cover his mouth as he did so.

“Yeah—any time, dude.”

Eddie made to get out of the car, but froze in place as he leaned half-in, and half-out. “Could you—wanna come in?” There was a put-upon air of casualness to his tone in a way that made Steve suspect that he was being asked to stay the night. He wasn’t sure why Eddie felt so shy about the request, though—it wasn’t like this would be the first time.

“Oh. Yeah, man. Of course.” All he ever wanted was to be helpful. So Steve took his keys from the ignition, and trailed after Eddie as he led them both inside.

Eddie started peeling out of his soaked clothes before the front door had finished closing behind them, and made a beeline for his bedroom so he could pull on a pair of boxers and a bleach-stained t-shirt, before flopping down onto his bed. Steve followed after him, toeing his shoes off inside the door, and crawling into bed beside Eddie once he was finished changing.

"Wanna talk about it now?" he asked, as Eddie tucked himself up against his side.

Eddie shrugged. He took one of Steve's hands into both of his own and started idly playing with his fingers. "Bad date."

"Oh yeah? People aren't going mad over a metalhead who was only recently cleared of all murder charges?"

Eddie shoved at him. "Low blow, Harrington."

Steve stole his hand back to hold both of them up in surrender. "Sorry, man."

Eddie yanked Steve's hand back and held it covetously in both of his own, and Steve reached down with his own free one to tangle it into Eddie's wild mane of curls, which were still damp from the rain. "Whatever, dude. It wasn't that. He just…he was just kind of an asshole.” Eddie shrugged again, sounding a little resigned. “The regular kind."

Steve was silent, but ruffled his hand through Eddie's hair in what he hoped was a comforting gesture. 

"I just…I don't know. I don't know why I even bother trying to go out on dates at this point.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, it's like…I don't know. Just feels like I'm chasing after something I'm never gonna find."

"I get that," Steve said, tone soft and understanding.

"Really? Figured you'd have people falling all over you."

Steve snorted. "I don't think I've gone on a date since I went to the championship game with Heidi back in March."

Eddie jerked a little in Steve’s grip. "Why not?" He sounded…genuinely very confused.

Steve shrugged. "I don't know, I just…haven’t really felt like it. Honestly, I’d already felt like I was circling the drain back at that point.”

“...Huh.”

They both went quiet, Steve still running one hand through Eddie’s hair, and Eddie still tangled his fingers through those of Steve’s other hand. 

“So, how do you…?” Steve trailed off with a frown, unsure of how or whether he should finish his question.

“How do I…?”

“How do you, y’know, find guys? To go out with? Who you aren’t scared of knocking your lights out, that is.”

Eddie shifted in Steve’s arms to get a better look at him. “Wait, wait. Have you not been on a date with another guy yet, Harrington?”

“No…?”

“Then how did you—?”

“How did I, what?” Steve felt a little on edge; a little on the defensive. Like there was some unseen standard he wasn’t living up to.

“How’d you figure out you were into them, then?” Eddie sounded a little bewildered. A lot incredulous. “Figured you were the victim of a drunken make-out discovery or something.”

Steve laughed, because that did sound like him, but— “Nope. Never been kissed.” He tilted his head toward Eddie with a little smirk. “By a guy, that is.”

Eddie propped himself up on one arm and stared at Steve like he was a puzzle to be solved, and there was a glint in his eye that made the hair along the back of Steve’s neck stand on end. “D’you wanna be?”

Steve’s heart skipped a bit, and his hand stilled in Eddie’s hair. “Uh…what do you mean?”

“Do you wanna be kissed? By a guy?”

Steve laughed, feeling awkward. “Are you offering?”

Eddie shrugged, just a touch too casual. “Sure, why not?”

“I don’t know. Wouldn't it be weird?”

“Doesn’t have to be weird if you don’t make it weird, man.”

Steve turned that over. It’s not like he and Eddie didn’t already spend most of the time they spent alone together tangled up in one another. There was a quasi-romantic edge to their friendship that Steve wasn’t really used to—well. Except for with Robin. But that was different, for obvious reasons. And, granted, the dynamic between him and Tommy had been…intense, but it still hadn’t felt like this. 

Regardless—kissing Eddie wouldn’t change anything about their friendship if they didn’t want it to. “I guess you’re right.”

Eddie half-turned in Steve’s arms. “Yeah?”

Steve repositioned himself so that they were facing each other, hitching one shoulder up in a nonchalant little shrug. “Sure, why not?” he parroted back.

Eddie smiled, and it made his whole face go soft and gentle in a way that had Steve’s stomach twisting up in knots. Oh, he’s beautiful.

Eddie reached up to tuck a lock of hair behind Steve’s ear, and then let his hand drift along the line of Steve’s jaw until he was gently gripping his chin between two fingers. Steve’s lips parted in anticipation, and the two of them breathed into the silent space they’d created between them. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his arms breaking out in goosebumps.

It didn’t make any sense though. It wasn’t like it was his real first kiss. And he’d known he was attracted to men for ages, even if he’d never acted on it. It wasn’t even exactly news to him that he found Eddie attractive. But…none of their interactions had been this charged before.

Eddie closed the space between them, and pressed a gentle, but firm kiss to Steve’s lips, grinding the trajectory of Steve’s thoughts to a halt. It was a simple kiss. And it could have remained like that—soft, sweet, and almost chaste—except that Steve couldn’t hold back a sharp gasp in response, as his breath hitched in his throat. 

He should pull back. He knew he should pull back—but he’d always been greedy, and Eddie was making no move to put any distance between the two of them either. So Steve surged forward, capturing Eddie’s lips into a more passionate kiss, and savoring the small whine it elicited. Eddie gave as good as he got, winding an arm around Steve’s waist, and slotting a thigh between both of Steve’s legs with a force that startled a little “Mmpf!” from him. 

All in all, the kiss probably lasted little more than a few moments. But for all Steve knew, whole civilizations could have risen and fallen in that soft, gray space of time he and Eddie had their lips pressed together. 

He wasn’t sure who finally broke away, but once they did, both of their breaths came short and heavy.

“That was…really good?” Steve said, a high-pitched note of giddiness and wonder in his tone. 

Eddie smiled with cheshire-style grin, eyelids heavy and low. “Yeah? Wanna make it even better?”

Steve smiled right back. “I think I might.”

[yasperapologist]

[ferrarifox24]

Me and who?

[slimeyoldman]

very fast scribble because i had to get this out of my system. they're at a house party. worst guests fr 🙄

[hawkepockets]

i think it’s nice that the bg3 love interests have canonical feelings on polyamoury u can ask about, that’s really thoughtful, but. why did gale wait until halsin’s confession in act iii to say he wasn’t into it? my dearest… what did u think was going on with minthara this whole time? 🫢🫢🫢🫢

[hyewka]

"You're so pretty." he mumbles in daydream haze, looking at you through fluttery eyes.

"What?"

He scrambles, adjusting his posture as he blinks rapidly, clearing his throat. "I meant, uh, you're so hot. Let me smack that ...ass?"

Your face scrunches up, cringing. "That's even worse."

[dykedvonte]

Woe another Benny ask upon ye. What do you think he'd look for in a romantic partner? Not a fling, someone he's head over heels for

This is so goading cause I could say the obvious and be like someone like the Courier but I generally have tow interpretations of this:

Someone who likes being his. Like possessive sounding I know but I think he'd like someone who's a flirt, a people person who doesn't stay put but has a strong sense of "home". I don't think Benny Gecko is poly but I also don't think this guy knows how to keep it in his pants so he can't expect his partner to either. He doesn't want you to be on his side like cling wrap but there's a mutual understanding of importance to each other. There a person who does their own thing but can find a way to incorporate him and he'd do the same but in a "Look at what I set up for us, Baby-doll."

A forward thinker. Benny likes a person of action, a person who gets things done or knows how to make a plan. He is ambitious, and determined, and he'd love to have a bird on his shoulder that helps him get things along. Like, if you ever seen the BTAS ep where Harley leaves Joker, and like he can't even remember to put on pants cause she took care of that stuff. But not toxic like that and also a bit more complex. Like he'd be head over heels for someone who moves the same way he does, a risk taker who also has a plan b and c.

I think in general he's the type to go after someone who reminds him of himself, well his positive qualities at least. Benny genuinely seems like the guy who needs a partner that he can talk to and share a philosophy with, someone who isn't just gonna agree but go back in forth in whatever aspect they share. Basically, you gotta create a feedback loop for him y'know. But in the same vein, this only applies to him. He's gotta bring this out in you and vice versa cause all in all Benny likes to feel smart and special and if they treated any pretty face with a sharp tongue the same way he'd probably immediately categorize them as a good candidate for friends with benefits but nothing special cause he's not.

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

to me, TO ME, the main 4 of eoa are in a polycule

(i would like to take this opportunity to remind everyone that they're all 18 and older by the end of the series)

[anassemblageofpassions]

*rattles the bars of my cage* WHERE are the good samwena fics???

[vasheden]

FFXIV Polyamory Week Day 7: Vacation/Relaxation

There has never been a man more desperately in need of a vacation than Lord Commander Aymeric de Borel. After their wedding ceremony, Kaia stole him away from Ishgard, and they've been going through the list of places to take him that she's been keeping since Heavensward. The Kugane/Othard part of their journey was a joint project with Estinien, as was Thavnair.

[plato-repulsed-culture-is]

Alloaro plato repulsed culture is aquantences with benefits. Guy I Kinda Know with benefits. Person I Don't Hate with benefits.

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[neurotonic]

Having a bit of a headache rn ... so I'm gonna just ramble about a thang. I'm very loose with my gender/sexuality hcs for the guys barring the few that take up my brain a lot more. For Phoenix (clarifications: my peenix at least), I have a hard time nailing their gender identity down. Probably something as simple as queer or unlabeled. But what I was sure of, was that they're like. polyam bisexual grey/demiromantic? Like they're a MASSIVE flirt, and they do find a lot of people attractive ... but i think for the most part, when all you meet are your enemies, I feel like it's a comedic bit for them more than anything. They're not expecting anything to come out of it.

When something does come out of it, Phoenix is... pleasantly surprised! Especially in a career as dangerous as this one, they'd have to be aware of the risks with having a spy as a partner. Phoenix hasn't really had a somewhat stable relationship ever since they became an agent...but hey, if they're understanding, Phoenix welcomes them with gusto. Just that. the romantic feelings take a teeensy bit longer to develop on their end. However at that point I think Phoenix would've already accepted them as a really good friend that they love. And I think I really need to make that a bit clearer.................. no big reason in particular I just get shipbrainrot quite often. Which is fun!!!!!!!!!!!!! But me friendships. the friendships..

With Phoenix I feel like the lines between platonic and romantic affection blur and they don't really care much to give distinction to them. I try to make it in my recent ship asks that all Phoenix does in there are something they'd do for a friend. Bestie in question being Prism for those examples. Had an idea that they like to kiss Reggie on the cheek when they're elated (and Reggie ofc agreed to this beforehand). Juniper fell first, but it was nice to take it slow and easy with them.

I think commitment is a little scary for them, at first. But they really, really want to spend their life with the people they love. They just understand they're in this highly hazardous line of work--sure they're immortal. In a sense. But they're smart enough to try and not push their luck *too* hard. They've got people to come back to.