#these three area throuple mind you

[decayingflames]

Aer: Tint, my old arch enemy.

Ker: ... I thought I was your arch enemy?

Aer: I have a life outside of you, Ker.

[quinloki]

I JUST

I cannot handle the shanks/marco I just cannot get it out of my BRAIN

I don’t even have anything good going on in my brain about it bc I am so so not used to yandere vibes but omg it’s been running along in my head with the WBP one

I just…. Ugh….. giving into shanks after all that because you’re tired and at least this way you can be close to Marco, and if you’re behaving Marco doesn’t get hurt. And really, if you’re both behaving Shanks is a little more relaxed about it. I could see him testing, offering a little more freedom here and there. Maybe one or both of you fail the first few times, and you’re punished, but you learn better and take the freedom without pushing it after that. You can go to certain areas of the ship without being escorted, spend time together without someone always there, and really sleeping in Shanks’ bed at the end of the day isn’t so bad. It’s more comfy than some of the places you were punished, and you get to fall asleep with Marco if you’re good.

…..

IDK I GOT NOTHING ITS JUST BOUNCING AROUND IN MY HEAD LIKE A PING PONG BALL

and I’m sorry Marco I would break so fast I am weak minded

Oohhh>.>

Things go well for a good couple of weeks after you just cave and break for Shanks. You and Marco almost have a passable illusion of freedom, aside from the nagging understanding of your situation you'd almost think you were there by your own desires.

One day, the Red Force is docked, the crew are ashore. You're both let off the ship, and for the most part Shanks stays with you. You're all three almost like a real throuple.

At some point Marco realizes it's just you and him.

No sea stone.

No Shanks.

There's crew, but no one's close by.

He doesn't overthink it, transforms and has you on his back. You're clear of the island before you even really understand what's going on. You've been dissociating so hard lately that it just takes a while.

Marco isn't in tip top shape, but he's not beat or worn down either. He rides the thermals, uses every trick he knows, flies for almost two days before you both stop somewhere and truly rest. Food, water, two hours of sleep maybe and he's back in the air.

Keeps it up for nearly two weeks. He's not even sure where he is when you finally stop and spend a couple days on an island, and neither of you ask. You do your best to appear to be locals instead of tourists, and stick around for a few days recovering, building strength.

It's hard work just living after being confined in the ship for so long. But Marco's body recovers extra fast and he's doing work while you're still getting your own self back up to par.

Maybe you get weeks like this. Maybe months. Maybe the world changes and you both figure Shanks just... isn't Shanks anymore. Everything's different, why not him?

But this isn't a story with a happy ending.

The point of Shanks' sword is pressing into your throat, you can't move, couldn't if you wanted to, but if you do you'll slit your own throat. It's everything you have to keep yourself precariously balanced - you can't even hear what's being said around you.

Marco's in the doorway, already on his knees, Beckman and Hongo are holding onto him as he's begging Shanks not to hurt you. He remembers the rules, he knows he's the one that took off, took you with him, gave Shanks the slip for months. It was him, but he'll endure anything Shanks wants to do to him, he can implant sea stone into his body if he wants.

But hurt him. Punish him.

It's weeks before you see Marco again. You hear him. Every day. Somewhere else on the ship roaring in pain, but it's weeks before you see him. Weeks begging Shanks to let you bear some of the pain, to ease some of his punishment, but Shanks doesn't. Says he's honoring Marco's wishes, and won't deny his convictions.

When you do finally see Marco he doesn't say much, smiles at you, looks you over, asks if you're okay. You promise you are, and he just lays down with you. Cuddles. Keeps you within arms reach for days, eating enough to live, and speaking enough to ease your fears. It takes a few more days for the light to come back into his eyes.

You have to hope someone can save you both eventually, but the world's already changed, and you're still on the ship.

[lunaaofthemoon]

@livealittleoc-cb Em & Joo

Luna chews her bottom lip nervously as she awaited for the other two to arrive. She had the picnic basket all ready and Aurora and Maia were happily resting inside while the witch watched as her girlfriend and the man who has been stealing parts of her heart for himself arrived.

Walking over to meet them, Luna smiles and wraps her arms around Emilia, giving her a kiss and hugging her tightly with a little giggle because she's sure her confidence in that moment might have come as a shock. It's been a while since they had started dating and the last thing that she wanted was to be shy for the rest of the relationship.

She wants Emilia to know that she's in this. Luna wants her to know that she is confident with her.

Jooheon seemed to be one ahead of her and pulled her in for a hug when she had pulled away from Emilia and the witch giggles brightly when he kisses her cheek. "Happy Valentine's Day to you both." She says with blushing cheeks. "I hope you don't mind a small walk! I have a perfect little date worked out! Eros had helped me make sure that this was going to be one for you both to remember!"

She was really lucky to have his help because the place looked beautiful, untouched by snow and the cold weather, the lake glistens beautifully in sun and Luna looks at the others with a smile before Jooheon places the gear down. Nearby, under a tree, Eros had set up a little area that is perfect for them to relax and settle, candles and seats, blankets and bouquets of flowers were all nicely decorated around the area and Luna lets them take it all in.

"Emilia," she says, taking the woman's hand and holding it tightly. "This is my first Valentine's where I was so nervous because I just wanted it to be perfect. I wanted it to be... well, I wanted it to be as amazing as I find you. You make me so happy and I'm so lucky to have you in my life - as my... well, as my girlfriend." With a hand reaching for the woman's face, Luna turns bright red as she leans for and gives her a kiss.

She doesn't know if Emilia feels it, feels the slight change in the air but when the woman looks at her hand, she'll find a ring on her middle finger. A ring that connects her to Luna, always, one that allows them to be with each other even when she travels to Astaria.

When they part, Luna is fully aware that Jooheon is there, watching, not directly staring but... aware. "Um," she pulls away slowly from Emilia's embrace and make her way over to the man. Looking up at him, she does the same, holding his hand with one of her own before guiding his lips down to hers. So many kisses initiated by her - who would have guessed? "You found me too," Luna says against his lips, a whispered thanks for being a part of her life, "you both came into my life when I felt so alone. I only had Chris and was sure nobody could accept me but... you both did. I don't- well, I don't want to be without either of you..."

She feels so nervous, terribly so.

"If Emilia is okay... I know- well, I know she's aware but if you are both okay... and if you both want... I want- well," she had a whole speech practiced while setting this up and poor Eros had to hear her go over it several times. How can she be so messy now? "I want to be with you both. Together. Us. The three of us... if- well, if you want?"

Giving them both a ring to remain connected to her is a big step, asking them to be a throuple is another. Things that she is unsure will last forever but one thing she knows for sure is that this, them, is what she wants.

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

A Lovers’ Embrace

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Tatiana Tyrell (OC) x Rhaenyra Targaryen

A/N: I don’t how this happened I was writing something wholesome for Blood and Thorns when suddenly I opened a new Google Doc and my mind was like, “Make your asexual ass write some smut for are favorite throuple” and I was like, “Eh, why not?”

So now here’s this...which I hope turned out okay. Like I said this happened suddenly. Also if you don’t already know Tatiana Tyrell is a House of the Dragon OC of mine who is in a poly relationship with Daemon and Rhaenyra. She is occasionally mentioned in my Game of Thrones story Blood and Thorns. She also is distant relative to Maeve Tyrell. Also yes Tatiana is married but her husband (Jeremiah Merryweather) is fine with the relationship she has with Daemon and Rhaenyra. He’s a cool dude, what can I say. 

Warning: This is 18+ like seriously don’t read this if you’re a minor. Go away. I will block your ass. There is incest obviously because of Daemon and Rhaenyra. Also SMUT. Crown Kink I guess? Daemon and Rhaenyra both love seeing it on Tatiana with nothing else on. 

Translations:

Ñuha jorrāelagons - My loves

Īlva gevie sīmontan - Our beautiful rose

Ao sagon hae dōna hae se ēlī jēda nyke tasted ao- You're as sweet as the first time I tasted you

Tatiana knew it was going to be a night of intense lovemaking from the lustful looks Daemon and Rhaenyra kept throwing at her during dinner.

After making sure her children, Genevieve and Jasper were set for the night in the chambers they were given during their visit, Tatiana went to Rhaenyra and Daemon’s personal chambers. The honey blonde woman knew they were waiting for her to get the night started.

Although Tatiana and her husband Jeremiah enjoyed each other's company as any companion would, she was glad he decided not to accompany her to Dragonstone this time around.

She had a feeling it was going to be a long night with her lovers and this time around she wasn’t up for the jokes Jeremiah would make the following morning. Even if they were harmless.

It was pretty much guaranteed whenever Tatiana spent the night with Rhaenyra and Daemon that she would look as if she had been riding a dragon. Which she supposed in a way was true.

It was now Tatiana that laid on her back on their lavish bed. Velvet sheets rested beneath Tatiana while her two lovers surrounded her. The second she had entered their chambers both her silver haired lovers worked on getting her out of her dress. Now all three of them were naked as the day they were brought into the world.

With the exception of the crown Rhaenyra had gifted Tatiana. That was the only thing the honey blonde woman had on. Daemon and Rhaenyra wanted Tatiana to wear it during their love session. A not unusual request since they had done this sort of thing before.

And like many times before, Daemon every now and then needed to adjust the crown on Tatiana’s head whenever he gave a hard thrust. And Rhaenyra held on to the tops of the crown’s glittering jewels, fingers spreading into Tatiana’s soft hair as she rode Tatiana’s beautiful face. Her dainty fingers rubbed at Tatiana’s wet heat until she shook and cried out.

Tatiana lost count of how many times her silver haired lovers made her peak.

Eventually they rested, the glittering crown still on top of Tatiana's head. The honey blonde woman’s skin was dewy, her body the color pink. She really thought sleep would come…how silly of her.

Rhaenyra, who was to the right of Tatiana, began kissing up her body to her soft lips. They both could still taste each other’s arousal and the wine on their lips from dinner.

Daemon meanwhile was kissing lower until he was facing the area where Tatiana’s sweet nectar resided and was staining her thighs.

A boost of energy surged in Tatiana. She moved her lips against Rhaenyra’s. A hand ran through her silver blonde hair while the other caressed at a breast, gently tweaking a nipple. Tatiana was aware of how sensitive Rhaenyra’s breasts, particularly her nipples, were to her.

Tatiana wanted to hear Rhaenyra cry sweetly this time. However it was Tatiana who released a cry.

Daemon’s mouth on her soaking center made her jolt. Gods, she was still so sensitive down there. Despite wanting to thrash, his arm on her stomach kept her in place. She moaned, parting from Rhaenyra’s lips. Rhaenyra wasn’t about to stop though. She followed, licking Tatiana’s lips.  

Tatiana listened and opened wide. Rhaenyra’s tongue was soon stroking her own. The pleasure bloomed upwards in her chest as it did downwards where it was most sensitive.

Daemon’s leisure kitten licks were making Tatiana’s thighs shake. Her cheeks felt so warm, and her eyes lidded with a few tears escaping from the increase of ecstasy. They’ve pleasured her so much by now that they’ve brought her to the point of crying. 

Rhaenyra tasted a few of her tears that ran down her mouth. She slowly pulled back, smiling at how disheveled Tatiana appeared. “Īlva gevie sīmontan.” She saw that Tatiana’s crown was lopsided and quickly fixed it.

Tatiana blinked several times, eyes blurry. Rhaenyra’s beautiful lilac eyes made her heart swell. She reached for her cheek, finding them to be warm.

Rhaenyra watched with tenderness as Tatiana turned to hide her blushing face against the pillow, back arching. The crown once again moved. She moaned, the pillow muffling the sound. Rhaenyra’s eyes looked down at Daemon who was looking up at them with his own lilac eyes.

They twinkled catching Rhaenyra’s gaze. She let out a laugh knowing he was purposely going at a slower place.

Tatiana slowly lifted her head from the pillow to look down at him. “Gods! Daemon!” She cried, tears staining her cheeks. She felt Rhaenyra fix the crown on her head before nuzzling her neck and leaving kisses there. Her hands went back to Rhaenyra, holding onto her as her pleasure kept taking her higher and higher. She was almost there…so close she could taste it.

Daemon decided to take mercy on his rose and sped up his licks. He heard Tatiana’s breathing become louder, hinting that she was close to peaking. Taking the final steps that were needed he wrapped his lips on her clit. He sucked a bit harshly before swiping his thumb over her little bundle of nerves.

Instantly a familiar feeling of euphoria erupted in Tatiana. She cried, absolutely wrecked but very much happy. She brought Rhaenyra to lay her head on her breasts as she recovered from her orgasm.

Rhaenyra kissed her breasts, liking the softness. Like with her own, Tatiana’s breast only seemed to get fuller after having her children.

Daemon nipped at Tatiana’s thighs, enjoying how they were still shaking. He kissed his way back up her body. He left the wetness from her release on his chin, wanting her to taste herself.

Tatiana didn’t need her hazel eyes to be open to see the smirk on Daemon when he spoke.

“Ao sagon hae dōna hae se ēlī jēda nyke tasted ao.”

Daemon’s hold on her jaw made her open her eyes again. His hold was firm but gentle, making her eyelashes flutter. He kissed Tatiana then, letting her delicious juices mix into her mouth.

Wanting Rhaenyra to taste Tatiana’s sweet nectar again, Daemon reached for her. Rhaenyra gladly accepted his kiss. Tatiana watched her lovers’ kiss with a racing heart and ardent eyes.

Daemon kissed Rhaenyra one last time before falling to Tatiana’s left side. He looked at both of them. These two beautiful women whom he was happy to call his own.

“Ñuha jorrāelagons.”

Tatiana really was glad she had decided to learn High Valyrian all those years ago. It made whenever she was intimate with Daemon and Rhaenyra that much more intense. She smiled, rubbing her nose against Daemon’s. Her hand reached for Rhaenyra, bringing her closer. 

The three of them then became a tangle of limbs, not knowing where the other began and ended.  

Finally, as many times before, Tatiana fell into a peaceful sleep between the two loves of her life. The crown gifted to Tatiana by Rhaenyra stayed on her head, making her look like an angel to her lovers when morning time came.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

3, 27, 48 for the cherry throuple :3

Ask Game

My first COT ask (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

3.Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

💀: He is the who get his clothes stolen. One time he did wear Soap's sweater, it was almost too small

🌷: Number one stealer in the area. Sweater, jogging pants, t-shirts, nothing escape.

🧼: Second culprit in why Ghost's hoodies are missing, especially after a run in the dryer.

27.Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

Scotty. She can't handle alchool well; three drinks and she is a goner depending on how strong they are. She usually don't drink that much, but sometime there expection, especially if Soap decided to challenge her a little. Ghost and Soap need to drag her out and live with her complain about not feeling well.

48.Who’s the better driver?

They are all equals (Ghost is good driver you can't change my mind) but Scotty might have slight advantage in being the one who check her blind spots A LOT! Because she learned to drive in a country where bikers have priority 99% of the time and they pop up from everywhere, it's a second nature to check them.

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jonnie  found  their  banter  funny  and  it  was  easily  seen  whenever  the  three  of  them  managed  to  be  in  the  same  room  .  he  knew  they  didn’t  get  along  and  while  it  should’ve  deterred  him  as  sunny’s  best  friend  to  stay  away  from  dawn  ,  he  just  couldn’t  .  she  was  magnetic  and  something  about  being  near  her  lit  jonnie  up  (  things  he  would  never  tell  her  or  else  he’s  sure  she  would  somehow  find  a  way  to  make  fun  of  him  for  it  as  long  as  they  both  lived  )  ,  whether  it  was  good  or  bad  though  …  he  didn’t  know  ,  though  he  would  say  it  was  about  50/50  most  of  the  time  .  “  okay  ,  but  what  if  you  didn’t  know  ,  then  what  !  ”  jonnie’s  sober  mind  not  supplying  that  even  three  year  olds  could  probably  point  out  the  big  dipper  ,  especially  not  when  sunny  starts  talking  .  fondness  bubbles  in  his  chest  listening  to  his  best  friend  talk  about  something  he’d  been  passionate  about  other  than  music  ever  since  he’d  known  him  ,  “  you  sound  so  sexy  when  you  talk  all  spacey  and  stuff  ,  sun  .  doesn’t  he  dawn  ?  i’m  swooning  as  we  speak  !  ”

clearly  ,  he  can’t  appease  both  of  them  ,  but  he’s  all  but  willing  to  try  considering  he  wants  to  get  this  little  trip  going  .  “  not  bad  is  the  best  you’re  gonna  get  unless  you  want  me  to  be  throttled  ?!  ”  he  mutters  in  dawn’s  direction  ,  trying  to  be  as  quiet  as  possible  to  not  have  sunny  hearing  him  ,  though  that  seems  entirely  impossible  considering  the  distance  between  all  of  them  is  slim  .  knowing  he  has  both  of  them  in  on  his  master  plan  ,  a  sweet  giggle  leaves  his  lips  ,  “  i  love  seeing  the  both  of  you  fight  over  me  ,  please  keep  it  up  i  need  our  throuple  to  thrive  and  there’s  enough  of  me  to  go  around  ,  i’m  like  bottomless  mimosas  or  whatever  !  ”

with  his  hands  on  the  wheel  ,  vibration  from  the  motor  revving  up  his  excitement  ,  “  hey  !  ”  an  offended  tone  in  his  voice  as  he  looks  at  the  two  of  them  ,  “  even  if  i  didn’t  know  things  about  boats  ,  which  i  do  !  ”  he’s  lying  straight  through  his  teeth  ,  “  like  sunny  said  i  could  figure  it  out  ,  okay  ?!  ”  can  he  though  ?  it’s  obviously  clear  he  knows  jack  shit  by  how  choppily  he  backs  the  boat  out  the  dock  ,  jerking  them  forward  and  backward  a  bit  before  he  gets  a  handle  on  things  —  well  as  much  of  a  handle  as  he  can  considering  he  hasn’t  even  stepped  foot  on  a  boat  since  he  was  in  college  at  some  random  frat  party  .  the  rational  part  of  his  brain  is  wondering  why  the  hell  he’s  doing  this  ,  but  the  fun  part  of  his  brain  wins  as  usual  as  he  drives  them  out  towards  the  middle  of  the  lake  ,  swerving  slightly  as  takes  his  hands  off  the  wheel  to  happily  hand  sunny  one  of  the  joints  from  his  pocket  before  remembering  he’s  handling  a  motor  vehicle  and  he  needs  to  pay  attention  .

when  he  parks  the  boat  in  the  middle  of  the  lake  ,  he  gets  up  from  his  chair  ,  overjoyed  with  his  boating  abilities  (  he’s  not  sure  either  of  them  would  agree  )  as  a  grin  sets  on  his  face  as  he  looks  at  the  two  of  them  ,  “  now  who’s  gonna  help  me  anchor  this  thing  ?  ”  he  says  ,  waddling  past  them  to  look  under  the  cushions  ,  “  i  don’t  even  know  where  it  is  …  maybe  i  should’ve  looked  before  i  got  on  ,  huh  ?  ”  he  turns  towards  them  plopping  down  on  the  area  he  was  just  looking  ,  “  what  if  we  just  free  floated  ?  do  you  think  we’d  crash  at  some  point  ?  it  seems  like  a  pretty  big  lake  ,  so  i  think  it  should  be  fine  ,  right  ?  ”

"  excuse  me,  why  did  he  invite  me  ?!  for  all  i  know  you're  just  some  weirdo  who  showed  up  here  because  you  can't  stay  away  from  me.  "  she  scoffed,  as  they  were  already  being  dragged  along  by  a  jonnie  who  was,  quite  obviously,  high  out  of  his  mind.  gone  were  her  thoughts  of  this  being  some  kind  of  set  up  -  instead  it  seemed  rather  apparent  that  it  had  most  likely  been  a  mistake.  "  everybody  knows  the  big  dipper,  idiot,  "  she  grumbled.  at  least  she  was  pretty  sure  she  knew  it.  almost  entirely  sure.  like  95%  at  least.  turning  to  sunny,  she  shot  him  a  doubtful  look.  "  fantasize  about  your  hair  ?  like  what  ?  about  ripping  it  out  ?  "  maybe  a  touch  violent  but  what  else  was  new  when  it  came  to  these  two.

dawn  was  so  close  to  simply  turning  her  back  on  this  entire  charade  but  jonnie  seemed  deadset  on  making  it  work  and  dragged  them  along  to  the  docks.  once  they  had  reached  the  boat  of  his  desire,  jonnie  got  halfway  in,  looking  very  much  as  if  he  was  going  to  fall  at  any  given  time.  that  was  certainly  the  only  reason  dawn  held  on  to  the  hand  he  was  stretching  out  in  her  direction.  she  wasn't  usually  one  for  too  much  physical  affection  after  all.  "  not  all  bad  ?  gee,  thank  you,  such  high  praise.  "  voice  clearly  ironic,  she  had  only  just  gotten  a  good  grip  on  jonnie  when  he  was  already  slipping  away  again,  falling  on  his  ass  in  the  boat.  now,  there  was  not  much  that  would  make  dawn  laugh,  but  this  sight  ?!  she  couldn't  help  it,  laughing  alongside  jonnie,  who  was  apparently  also  more  so  amused  than  hurt.  however,  this  was  also  her  last  opportunity  to  ditch  on  this  entire  ...  event.  and  she  truly  did  want  to  but  her  resolve  was  slightly  stifled,  both  by  the  concerning  way  jonnie  was  handling  the  boat  and  his  words  about  them  being  afraid  of  boats.  she  wasn't  afraid  of  boats  (  maybe  of  the  swans  on  the  lake...  a  little  bit  )  but  was  she  really  going  to  run  away  from  getting  on  the  same  boat  as  sunny  ?    she  had  been  invited  here  after  all  and  while  she  hadn't  been  very  excited  about  it  in  the  first  place,  wouldn't  it  be  too  ridiculous  to  let  sunny's  presence  deter  her  from  this  ?!  

some  part  of  her  already  pointed  out  the  flaws  in  that  logic,  as  jonnie  mentioned  about  the  joints  and  his  phone.  she  didn't  care  much  about  the  phone  but  the  joints...  would  certainly  make  this  a  more  tolerable  situation.  with  a  sigh,  she  nodded,  turning  on  sunny.  "  what's  it  gonna  be  ki-sun  ?  are  you  gonna  go  and  cry  into  your  pillow about me stealing your bestie  or  are  you  coming  ?  "  she  asked,  a  slightly  mocking  grin  on  her  lips,  before  she  turned  and  jumped  down  into  the  boat  herself.  a  decision  was  made.  "  you  better  be  sharing  those  joints  !  "  walking  up  to  where  jonnie  was  standing  at  the  steering  wheel,  she  watched  him  with  narrowed  eyes.  "  you  know  shit  all  about  boats,  don't  you  ?  "  

[ash-mcj]

AU: model!Desire, author!Lucius, and medium!Klaus—a.k.a. the hottest throuple in Los Angeles with enough drama, gossip, fashion, and spice to take over the world 

(quickly-written scene that popped into my head under the cut)

Seated at the crimson marble table in the dining area of Desire Endless’ Los Angeles penthouse, Lucius Spriggs was regretting his career choices.

“I fucking hate writing,” he grumbled, before leaning back in his black leather chair and pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes.

“Oh, you don’t mean that,” Desire soothed, as they sauntered towards him. They brushed their fingers from his shoulder up the back of his neck, then finally into his dark hair, where they began massaging his scalp. “You’re so tense, darling. I could fill the jacuzzi? Maybe some aromatherapy, to relax?”

“I volunteer to join,” Klaus said from the kitchen, where he was seated on the sleek black countertop in nothing except a sheer periwinkle robe with faux fur trim. “I’ll bring wine!”

“I’ve been researching the lifestyle of 1717 pirates for three whole hours, and I still have the most shit grasp on them,” Lucius complained. “I can’t start my first draft until I understand what the hell I’m writing about.”

“I’m sure your readers won’t notice small inaccuracies,” Desire reasoned. “I seriously doubt they’ll be fact-checking your every detail.”

“But what if they do?” Lucius looked back at his blank document and had the irrational urge to give it his middle finger. “I just wish I knew if I was on the right track.”

“I think you might be slightly off about a couple things,” Klaus mumbled, a small grimace on his face.

“You haven’t even read my research!”

“Never mind.” Klaus waved his hand as if swatting the thought away, his wide sleeves swaying with the movement. 

Lucius fixed him with an exasperated look. “It’s a ghost thing, isn’t it?”

“Well, there’s been a man standing behind you wearing something that went out of style at least five hundred years ago, who’s been telling you that you’re wrong for the past hour,” Klaus revealed, before quickly sucking the straw of his iced tea into his mouth and taking a sudden interest in his brightly-painted fingernails.

Desire flinched a bit as Lucius slammed his laptop shut and pushed it away from himself.

“I fucking quit.”

“I think you just need a break,” Desire suggested softly, running his hand down Lucius’ arm to link their fingers together. “How about some food?”

Lucius chuckled hopelessly—or maybe it was tearless crying—as he allowed Desire to pull him up and into their arms.

“I could go for some tacos,” Klaus said. “Or maybe pizza.”

“California Pizza Kitchen sounds amazing,” Desire moaned filthily, closing their eyes and tipping their head back just enough to draw Lucius’ attention to their  flawless neck. He was about to lean in and lick over the smooth skin—but then Desire was looking at him again, a knowing smirk on their face as they pulled out of the embrace and glided over to Klaus. Such a fucking tease.

Klaus handed Desire his half-empty tumbler, before gracelessly flinging himself off the counter and practically skipping towards Lucius with a level of pep Lucius wished he could embody at any time of day—let alone eight-thirty at night.

“Not to alarm you, but I’m gonna join the ghosties soon, if we don’t go eat right this second,” Klaus told him, as he hooked his arm onto Lucius’. Behind the yellow star sunglasses it was too dark to be wearing, Klaus squinted at him—then leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss between his eyebrows. “Stress gives you wrinkles, babe—lighten up! We’re getting pizza!”

“Before we go anywhere, you need more clothes,” Lucius told him.

Klaus pouted. “I thought you loved this robe?”

“I do,” Lucius said, scrunching his nose—and God, he really did— “but the restaurant might feel it’s a little too… revealing.”

“Besides, if you’re going to show off your body, you should really charge,” Desire suggested, a catlike smile on his face. “We could get a bigger penthouse, if you joined me in the modeling business.”

“I would, but then who would run my crystal shop?” Klaus pointed out, as he shrugged the robe off and draped it over the back of the couch. Lucius’ tongue flicked out to wet his lower lip as he watched Klaus’ lithe body head into their shared bedroom.

A jacuzzi night with his partners seemed like a better idea every second. Hopefully dinner wouldn’t take too long.

When Klaus emerged from the bedroom, he was dressed in a simple turtleneck crop top and black maxi skirt—and he’d apparently found a butterfly hair clip in the room, since it now pinned the side of his curly hair up.

“You look delicious,” Desire purred, golden eyes roaming appreciatively over their partner. “I’m in much less of a mood for pizza now.”

Lucius was in full agreement—he’d much rather be putting something else in his mouth than food—but still, “We need to eat.”

“And then the jacuzzi, after?” Klaus asked.

“Definitely,” Desire promised, taking Klaus’ hand and twirling him around, before gently pushing him in the direction of the front door. 

Lucius put his own hand on the small of Desire’s back to usher them out as well, wanting to get back to the penthouse as soon as possible.

[we-are-inevitable]

DUDE YOUR KATH/JACK/DAVEY STUFF IS THE BEST AND LEMME JUST SAY AS A POLY PERSON IT MAKES ME SO SO HAPPY!!! <3

Pls if you do not mind: picnic date hcs for the throuple? They’re just like my favourite things ever

((You are seriously so cool I wish every minor convenience on you I hope all the lights are green when you drive and the internet to be fast wherever you go))

1) THANK YOU SO MUCH !!! as a poly person it makes ME so so happy too !!! i seriously don't write them enough

2) this is a god tier ask and i am excited so !! let's get into it

i adore the idea of this being just,, a spur of the moment kind of idea.

it's a lazy day and they're all relaxing and ignoring responsibilities taking a day off just to recharge. maybe all three of them are curled up on the couch, quiet and sleepy on their third movie of the day, and when that one ends, kath just kind of sits up and says, "let's go on a picnic."

they don't have anything remotely "picnic"-y, like a basket for food or a checkered blanket like you see in all of the movies, but they DO have a few tote bags and some extra king size sheets, so they all head down to the nearest bodega for some food. they get exclusively junk food and candy (bc they're responsible adults, god damn it) and make their way to central park.

i feel the need to say that this is a VERY casual event. like. sweatpants and hoodies, kath with a messy bun and a sports bra under one of davey's thrifted flannels, jack already having taken out his contacts so he's wearing those glasses that make him look like a dweeb, davey's hair being really messy bc it's a lazy day and he hasn't given it any thought ,,

they're all just in a good mood!! happy happy happy

they find a little secluded area in the park and spend hours just eating shitty food and staring at the clouds. jack, being the extra bitch he is, brought a sketchbook and some graphite pencils, so he sketches davey and kath while they talk.

also i feel like davey would be one of those guys to bring a guitar to the park, so him and kath sing together for a little bit; they're not professional, obviously, and they're being pretty quiet, but jack thinks they're the most beautiful people in the world.

the boys take turns letting kath mess with their hair. jack's is long enough to kind of braid it, so she fusses with it for a while until davey lays his head in her lap and she just. fluffs his hair up

it's just such a soft n domestic little date !! lots of cuddles and kisses. they stay out until the sun goes down and, even thought they're all dressed like they just rolled out of bed, they take tons of pictures during golden hour and take some nice leisurely strolls down the streets of new york.

also bc i believe it's important: jack's candy of choice is Reese's Cups or . katherine's candy of choice is sour patch kids but specifically the watermelon ones, OR the strawberry nut m&ms they had out for a while (even tho they're hard as shit to find). davey is a Sour Guy and his candy of choice is definitely the mini chewy sweetarts or sour skittles.

also bc it's important: kath would kill a man for some lemonade, jack definitely drinks dr. pepper, and davey spends an absurd amount of money on those bottled frappes from starbucks (and otherwise just gets water)

thank u so much for this !!! i miss doing these little headcanon posts AHA thank you !! (also if you're reading this: my asks are always open for headcanon prompts like these!!)

[professorrw]

Hey, could I request a smut fic with throuple!steve x tony x reader? 👀 i dont have a plot or kinks in mind so you can add anything you want. (although i do like the eiffel tower position ☻)

Pairing: Tony Stark x female reader x Steve Rogers

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, throuple!steve+tony+reader, unprotected sex, threesome, oral (male receiving), fingering, pet names (princess, doll)

A/N: Requests open, taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

You were living the dream. You were dating Tony Stark and Steve Rogers. Which in many peoples’ opinions were the two hottest men alive. And you were inclined to agree. Both of them happened to have feelings for you and they talked it over and approached you. Thank their lucky stars that you also returned those feelings.

Being the girlfriend of one of the richest people alive had massive perks. Like when you, Steve, and Tony went on vacation in Paris. As you walked down the streets of one of the most beautiful cities in the world you received many stares. It wasn’t everyday that you saw one woman holding two men’s hands. Steve was on your left and Tony was on your right.

You had spent the day looking at all the popular attractions as tourists do before ending the night with a walk. Your heart was filled to the brim with love for your boyfriends that had planned this trip for you. You crossed over a bridge and headed towards the hotel you three were staying at. You walked up to your room, which was a honeymoon suite.

Steve and Tony had a very special night planned. While you were gone they had rose petals and champagne delivered to the room. As you stepped through the doors you were in awe. The ground and bed was covered in scattered rose petals and by the bed was a cart with an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne.

You turned to Steve and kissed him, then turned to Tony and kissed him too.

“This is amazing,” you said.

“We thought you’d like it,” Steve said.

You moved forward and trailed a hand across the bed. “I love it.”

Tony was by your side in an instant, face on your neck. He peppered kisses along it. “Only the best for our princess.”

Out of the two Tony was more openly affectionate. Steve was more on the traditional side and saved the touching for the bedroom. You had no problem with either of the men’s ways of showing their love to you. They were pretty different in that area, but when it came to your relationship it was fluid and natural. They could coordinate and get along when it came to you.

“Why don’t we get you out of these clothes doll?” Tony asked.

You smiled and turned, giving him access to the back of your dress. He unzipped it as Steve went around to the other side of the bed and started getting undressed. Tony smirked at him over your shoulder when you inhaled. You stared at Steve’s godly build. He looked as if he was sculpted by the gods.

He chuckled and crawled onto the bed. You were close enough to the edge that he could be sitting on it and touching you at the same time. Tony had already got the dress off you, leaving your bra and panties intact.

Steve put his hands on your waist and pulled you against him. He was on his knees on the bed, but even then he was taller than you. He kissed your lips and gently squeezed your butt. Meanwhile Tony was behind you getting himself undressed. When said man was finished he got onto the bed next to Steve.

You pulled away and unlatched your own bra. They both watched with lust filled eyes as you stripped. You slid your panties down your thighs and let them pool at your feet before you stepped out of them and got onto the bed. As soon as you were on it both men were latched to you.

Tony had a finger inside you and Steve was sucking your nipples. It was an immediate rush of satisfaction, one that made your knees weak. Tony let out a quiet laugh at the way you reacted. He always teased you for how quickly you would become like jelly, but he secretly loved it.

You gripped Steve arms as Steve added one of his own fingers down there. Tony and Steve both had long, thick fingers and if they combined their techniques you would be coming undone in no time. Just as your moans were starting to get louder they pulled their fingers out and changed positions.

They had you in between them on all fours- Steve was behind you with his cock in your vagina, and Tony was at your front with his cock in your mouth. You couldn’t see but above you their hands were intertwined and giving each other support.

If Tony’s dick wasn’t in your mouth you would be a moaning mess. Instead your moans were toned down and sending vibrations through Tony. His head was tossed back and he was groaning. Steve was at your behind thrusting into you. Because his thrusting had picked up speed in you didn’t even have to move your head to go back and forth on the cock in your mouth.

He was the most vocal, egging you on and saying things like, “Yes princess, oh you make me feel so good.”

Steve wasn’t as talkative but his groans were sound enough to let you know he was having a good time.

Both of your boyfriends had preplanned the night and the exact position they wanted you in for max pleasure for the three of you. And you had to say, you were not disappointed.

It didn’t take long for the orgasms to come. You were already warmed up and nearing yours so you came first. You moaned so much that Tony’s cock couldn’t take it anymore and spurted out cum in your mouth. Steve was the last to cum, but not too much later than you and Tony.

The night finished with the three of you bathing and settling down in bed. That was only the second day of your vacation and you knew the rest of the month would be a great one.

[simpingforsoftboys]

Curiosity Killed the Cat

ft. Kuroken

G/N Reader

Read this first

Mini Series Here

Thanks so much for the request anon! I actually went back and forth with this- but I’m finally satisfied with how this turned out! Hope you enjoy!

Kenma hated these types of events. Blaring music, flashing lights, horny drunk people, crowded spaces. Yes, parties were the worst- but it wasn’t like he could tell Kuroo “no, I’m not going to attend your best friend’s 27th birthday party just because.” Which is why they’re in Osaka and not Tokyo at the moment. Kuroo had gone off to god knows where- claiming he was going to get some drinks for them- but that was 15 minutes ago and he still hadn’t returned. Shoyo was arriving late, so there was no one the dyed blonde felt comfortable with speaking too. Seeing no other option, he decided to seek Kuroo out on his own. 

“Excuse me.” The short male muttered as he nudged people aside to get to the bar. No one seemed to mind, too caught up in their dancing- probably thanks to their alcohol induced haze. His skin crawled in disgust as he passed by some chick who was making out with Miya Atsumu- if Shoyo was right with his suspicions, Sakusa Kiyoomi would not be happy. He pushed that thought aside. Eventually he made it to the bar- successfully locating Kuroo. “I was waiting what’s-” He was shut up by his fiance’s hand over his mouth. 

“Shh... look over there, across the counter- is that Y/n?” Kenma followed where Kuroo was pointing, they couldn’t see the persons face, but they had a similar figure and skin tone to your own. Suddenly the person turned- but they realized that it wasn’t you. 

It had been two, nearly three years since your emotional breakup, and they still found themselves looking for you in every room they entered. Kenma hadn’t gotten over his love for you- he doubted he ever would, but it was just another thing he had learned to live with. Kuroo slowly began to realize how much of an impact you had on his daily life, things he had previously taken for granted like a homemade meal at the end of a long day, hot bath prepped and ready, folded clothes and cute little notes. Those things were gone now, so he and Kenma had to step up and do it- until eventually they just decided to hire someone to do it for them. It wasn’t the same- sure, the housekeeper did an amazing job, but the difference was palpable. It sounded dumb but they could just feel the lack of love- your absence had created a void in the large penthouse. 

It had taken time, but Tetsuro realized that yeah, he did love you- not as much as Kenma- yet, it was a tangible love all the same. Which is why it hurt him that day- not only because you left them, but because you didn’t feel loved by him. He couldn’t find it in himself to be angry at you- that was his own doing. All you had done was leave him with happy memories. 

Kenma found himself reverting back to his old habits. Their home was a lot lonelier without you. Kuroo often went on weeks- if not months long- business trips for the volleyball association, leaving Kenma home alone for lengthy periods of time. No longer did he have you to keep him company or monitor his sleeping or eating habits. Even his viewers had noticed his unhealthy lifestyle and urged him to take better care of himself, but it wasn’t the same. So, without anyone there to stop him, he would fall into ruin- because then, when he was exhausted or kept occupied by the newest trending game title- he wouldn’t be thinking about all that he was missing. 

Neither of them had spoken- or even checked up on you since that day, those  few years ago. You had blocked them on everything, made your accounts private, changed your phone number, and asked your mutual friends to not share anything about you with them. It hurt- because how can you so easily shut out the people you love- but after much thought and consideration, they realize you had to be hurting twice as bad as they did. Unlike them, you had the time to simmer in your pain, hurt, and longing, while they remained oblivious. 

Ignorance was bliss.

The two of them left Bokuto’s party early that night, Kuroo said something about an emergency Skype meeting in the morning as an excuse. In actuality they found themselves driving to one of your favorite restaurants- they hadn’t stepped a foot inside the establishment since the last time they ate here with you. But- as it was for many things apparently- tonight seemed to be one all about stepping out of their comfort zones. 

“What are you getting?” Kuroo tried to act casual, but Kenma had known him much too long to fall for his act. 

“I think I’ll get (f/f).” 

Kuroo nodded. “I think I will too.” Neither of them particularly liked (f/f), but it had been your go to order. Maybe by being here and eating the familiar dish, they could pretend that they were simply on a date as a triad- and you were running late- instead of dealing with the reality that they were a couple now and not a throuple. 

Their food arrives and they dig in, eating slowly, eyes shutting occasionally, it seems like they’re merely savoring the flavor- when in reality they’re trying to picture you dining with them. No words are exchanged between the two- they’re together yes, but it’s somehow a lonely occasion all the same. 

If you were here, the table would be filled with easy conversation- you were always so neutral when you spoke, teasing when you felt particularly daring (they realize now that this was such a rarity because you were hesitant about starting an altercation- which no one should have to be afraid of in any relationship). Kenma would let himself loosen up and exchange snarky words with Kuroo, who quipped back savagely, and you would watch them- laughter spilling from your lips. Too bad they didn’t try harder to include you in the conversation- not that they intentionally alienated you- just that they were enjoying themselves too much to bat an eye in your direction. 

Yeah, it was better for you that you weren’t here. That was a fact they still had trouble stomaching. 

They hear the restaurant’s door opening in the background, but don’t care enough to look who entered. It doesn’t matter to either of the two that it’s late at night and logically there shouldn’t be anyone else here but them. Their imagined scenario is much more appealing than real life. 

“Put me down Tsutomu!” A male scolds from the lobby area, despite their best efforts, they’re unable to block the newcomers voices out. 

Another male laughs in response. “Calm down Kenji, I got you!” 

“Hahah! Why are you so red Kenji-” Someone else adds, this person’s voice is familiar. Kenma and Tetsuro freeze at the sound. It’s kind of weird how they recognize it- despite having slowly forgotten what it sounded like over the course of passing time. You know how each time you recall a memory it actually ends up altering it a little? That’s how it was with your voice. Eventually their recollection of it was changed to the point that they couldn’t quite remember how exactly your laughter sounded, or even how your pitch changed with various moods. 

Their ears were filled with you- wonderful, gorgeous, breathtaking you- the one who cared too much and pushed aside prioritizing yourself until eventually you couldn’t take it anymore. The Y/n that they still, could never seem to love enough- even now. But it was dissimilar all the same, since you sounded so happy, so content- what was weird was that they didn’t even need to see your face to confirm it. 

Neither of them dare to look in your direction, afraid that you’d disappear right before their eyes. It isn’t until they see your approaching figure in their peripheral that they glance over. 

You’re positively glowing. It feels like you’re an entire galaxy- so far and out of reach- and they’re merely stargazers. They’re stuck on Earth, forever fated to watch and appreciate your splendor from an impossibly wide distance.

The purple-nearly black haired man that accompanies you pulls your chair out, gesturing to your seat with exaggerated motions. You laugh, sitting down in the most graceful manner possible and let him push your seat in. He places a kiss to your temple before going to pull out a chair for the other brown haired male- whose cheeks are still tinted red. 

The three of you order appetizers and speak about many things- Kuroo can overhear ‘volleyball’ and ‘hospital’ mentioned somewhere in the mix. The two men- your apparent lovers- don’t even have to make an effort to include you in their conversation, it’s like second nature for them, just as it should have been for him and Kenma. They listen intently as you ramble on about whatever, the shorter brown haired one adding his two cents in occasionally, while the taller male questions or presses you for more details. 

“Kuroo I’m not hungry anymore.” Kenma says, and only now does Tetsuro notice how upset his fiance is. Normally the half blonde is composed and neutral, but right now his face is scrunched up like he smelt something sour. The feeling is mutual. He isn’t happy with the situation either. 

"Do you want to head back to the hotel?”

“No, let’s stay a little longer.” 

So they stay, silently watching as you make lively conversation with your lovers. Observing as you polish off your plates and finish dessert, they’re still seated when the throuple pays the bill and walks out the exit. Eventually the elderly owner comes out and asks them if they want to order anything else- a polite way of letting them know that they’ve overstayed their welcome. 

They tell her no, pay their own bill, and head back to their car. They sit there in the parking lot a little longer.

“Hey Kenma.” Kuroo murmurs, fingers drumming on the steering wheel.

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Do you think we could have made it work?” It’s a question that they’ve never actually voiced out loud- not even once- in the years since the breakup.

“Why do you ask? You already know the answer.” Is what he receives in response. Kenma’s right, he did know.

“I... guess I needed to hear it.” He says lamely.

He turns the key and starts the ignition. They drive back to their hotel in silence. 

They made their beds a long time ago. So it’s only right that they lie in it- even if the bedsheets are uncomfy and the blanket threatens to suffocate them.

Kenma regrets wondering about how you were doing now. At least before tonight he was able to take comfort in the fact that you still might be in love with them.

The old idiom was right. Curiosity killed the cat. And he certainly felt like he was dying.

A/N: Believe it or not the inspo behind this was the song Good Stuff by Griff. I really liked the whole idea of Kuroken x reader ending on semi good terms. The difference between how their emotions for the reader portrayed here vs IwaOi is an example of this. Unlike IwaOi, Kuroken is able to identify their emotions when given time and space, they’re not necessarily prideful and can acknowledge that despite being broken up with, they’re still the ones who were left with “the good stuff.”

They miss you sure, but they know it’s unfair to want you to come back to them when they’ll never be able to love you as they should. So they don’t even bother wishing or seeking you out. Of course, they do their best to maintain some semblance of a connection to you (like why they look for you in crowded rooms and eat your favorite food), but they’re fine with remaining curious. Of course no one can remain willfully ignorant forever though.

[dubersbutt]

Omg thank you for poly Leon and Connor!! I was thinking what if you were ‘publicly’ dating Connor and there was an Oilers event. So you go as Connor’s girlfriend, all the Oilers and their so know you as the captain’s girlfriend. You, Connor and Leon spend most of the event together which wasn’t suspicious to anyone because they’re such good friends. You look so good and they both want to get their hands on you, so Connor takes you to a bathroom by himself to fuck you over the sink. No one noticed you and Connor slip away however when you go to slip away with Leon, a few teammates see the two of you go into a closet and are obviously really confused.

775 words

Mentions of cheating, and smut but no actual smut or cheating just some teammates being bad detectives

Kailer doesn't question when Leon walks in with you and Connor. Leon and Connor are close, everyone knows that. In fact, they only lived ten minutes away rom each other, often showing up to practice together. He doesn't question it when just the three of you sit at a table towards the back of the banquet hall - Connor liked to keep the attention on him to a bare minimum. He doesn't even bat an eyelash at when you sit in-between the two of them, not Connor.

But when Connor gets up to make the rounds with the rich donors Kailer gets suspicious. You are by no means throwing yourself at Leon, but you're sitting very close to him. And you've got that lovey look in your eye, the one you and Connor so nauseatingly reciprocate whenever you forget there's other people in the room - which is too often, by the way. Leon leans in to whisper something in your ear and Kailer swears that one of Leon's hands isn't on the tabletop but he's not at the right angle to confirm. The only thing that makes no sense in Kailer's brain is that when Connor returns, neither you or Leon try to look normal, you lean up to kiss him as if you weren't just flirting with his best friend. He tries not to stare, but he can't help it. Connor leans down and gives you a quick peck before whisking you away down some hallway. While you're gone, Leon uses this time to make himself known to the rich donors.

Kailer realizes he should also start mingling with other people. He forgets about the situation until he sees you and Connor walk out of the hallway you went down about 25 minutes later. Now, Kailer isn't a detective but he's pretty sure your hair was in some kind of updo when you went down the hall. He can't even really fault Connor, you look stupid good in that dress.

40 minutes later, Kailer realizes that Leon is nowhere to be found in the lounge area. He looks at your table, empty. He looks at the hallway and lo and behold he can see Leon leading you back to the main hall.

"Nugget," Kailer nudges his lines arm, "Look over there."

"What?" Ryan asks, following his gaze.

"Leo and Davo's girl are coming walking down the hall together. "

"And?"

"I know Leon was wearing a tie earlier," as if on cue, Leon straightens his loose collar. His fingers tense, as if just realizing that he's missing it.

Ryan's brows furrow in confusion, cogs turning, "You're not insinuating that-"

"Connor left to migle, Leon felt the need to entertain his girlfriend while he was gone."

Ryan looks around, making sure they're not being overheard, "Are you sure?"

"I don't have hard proof but I'm like 90% sure."

"Do we tell Connor?" Ryan runs a hand through his hair.

"I would want to know if I were him."

"Do we tell him now?'"

"No, there's too many people we don't want anyone to make a scene."

Kailer nods in agreement, "tommorw before practise?"

"That means you have to show up more than 5 minutes before practise."

Kailer groans, "I'mm gonna kill Leon for making me get out of bed on time."

~~~

They end up not being able to get Connor alone until after practise meaning Yams woke up early for no reason. He leads Connor to a supply room under the excuse that someone left the athletic tape on the top shelf and he can’t reach it.

“Whoever put the tape on the top shelf has a special place in hell. This is shortphobic,” Kailer mutters as he pushes open the door. He hears Connor laugh behing him so he feels validated.

“Oh nugget’s here,” Connor says upon meeting Ryan’s eyes, “you could have just asked him.”

He scans the top shelf and his face scrunches in confusion when he can’t see the athletic tape on the shelf.

Kailer takes a deep breath. His heart is beating so fast. He thinks it might explode if it doesn't slow down soon.

“What’s going on?” Connor asks.

Ryan looks at Kailer before, “Yams has something to tell you.”

“Okay, this isn’t gonna be easy,” Kailer starts, “and I really don’t want to tell you this but it has to be said.”

“Spit it out, yams, you’re scaring me.”

“Ithink(Y/N)ischeatingonyou,” he says all in one breath.

“Yams you have to know that I understood none of that.”

Ryan nudges him the ribs and he jolts away in pain, “Are you trying to bruise me, oww.”

Ryan ignores him, “Kailer was trying to say we think that (Y/N) is cheating on you.”

Connor looks more confused, “What?”

“Yesterday when you left her and Leon alone they were getting a very friendly with each other. And then later Ryan and I saw them coming out from the bathroom, and I’m pretty sure he was doing more than helping her fix her hair,” Kailer gasps for air. He’s never been more stressed in his life.

He realized that Connor has his head down and he’s shaking. Oh fuck, Connor was crying. He looks at Nuge, whose starting back at him with wide eyes. What is he supposed to do? Does he go up to Connor? Leave him alone? Does he -

Connor’s laughing. He’s fucking laughing.

“You guys really had me going there for a minute,” he says in between laughs, wiping a tear from his eyes, “I thought she was actually cheating on me for a second.”

Okay, Kailer might not have been the top of his class but he’s fairly certain that sleeping with someone else entails cheating, “Am I missing something?”

Nuge looks just as confused as he is, so there’s that at least.

When Connor finally catches his breath he decides to fill them in, “(Y/N) and I have a...agreement with Leo.”

“Like an open relationship?” Ryan asks.

“More like a throuple.”

Everything starts to click in Kailers brain. Why Leon always comes to practise with Connor, and why they didn’t even bother to pretend they weren’t all over each other when Connor came back.

“So you don’t care that they slept together at the banquet last night,” Kailer just wants to be sure.

“No, because when we got in the car she - never mind,” Connor cuts himself off. Kailer doesn’t even know if he wants to know the end of the sentence, “(Y/N) is not cheating on my with Leon.”

~~~

“They thought what?” You say before bursting out in laughter.

“Apparently you and Leon weren’t very conspicuous with your little meeting last night,” Connor says coming up and kissing your cheek.

“I couldn’t help it,” Leon says also coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, “You saw how good she looked last night, how am I expected to remain sane all night?”

You turn your head and lightly press your lips to his, his lips linger on yours for a moment before you pull away.

“I missed you,” he says before joining Connor on the barstools on the other end of the counter, slipping his arm around him.

“You were gone for 3 hours.”

“Too long baby,” Leon says and gives Connor a quick peck on the lips, “Missed you too, Con.”

“I was with you the whole time,” he rolls his eyes.

“Yeah but I can’t kiss you at practise,” Leon smiles.

“You’re such a fucking sap,” Connor teases, “anyways they promised they wouldn’t say anything about us.”

“They’re so stupid,” you laugh, “if I were cheating on you why would I hook up with my mistress when you’re in the same room?”

“I’m your mistress now?” Leon asks, mock offended.

“I was dating Connor first, you’re technically both our mistresses.”

"My parents will be so proud of me."

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

Responses from the Opera Screencaps Captioning Quiz

Hello, everyone, and thank you for taking my quiz! I had SO MUCH fun reading your captions-- there were several times I literally started crying from laughing so hard at the amazingness of your work! With that in mind, the captions (which I will continue to add onto as more people take it):

(also, thank you to @dichterfuerstin​ for translating the German captions I got)

originally taken from: the Wiener Staatsoper’s 2020 production of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart’s Die Entführung aus dem Serail, featuring Regula Mühlemann (center) as Blonde, Michael Laurenz (right) as Pedrillo, and an unnamed extra (left) as the Grim Reaper

Responses:

(Backstage warm-up) “ok so someone dropped the pulse”

me and my friends watching the fire burn after doing arson

Introducing the polycule to the parents

*boom* ... did...you guys hear that too?

Ma Signor !

Knight in whinging armour gone wrong, look at how he holds the egg. Polyamory with weird knight and death.

the father, son and the holy ghost are very gay

the gays meeting for brunch, 2021, colorized

chicken lady forces death and a very flamboyantly homosexual anthropomorphized pink bird to be parents of her egg (they dont want to be)

That’s just me and my friends on our night out (before covid rip)-- closest

A Good Friday night

good omens (2019)

["the pocket guide to boy/girl/mischief" meme] who's the boy and who's the mischief though????

Papageno and Papagena take their first-born egg trick-or-treating

Angry Birds - The Musical. A pig stole an egg and the bird unites with death to take revenge.

I love my bird wife

Someone got murdered during the funky chicken dance

throuple murders child and steals sibling of said child

When you and your friends have widely different tastes in literature

angel leading twink to his rightful place (hell)

draco malfoy from a very potter musical and a death eater are very much in the wrong show

What have I gotten myself into

Mlm/wlw solidarity but I’m not telling who is who

A woman stands with a pink dipshit with an egg and a reaper.

A bird-couple makes a pact with Death, sacrificing their first-born bird-child in order to bring good luck upon their unborn bird-baby

There are three types of people on Halloween:

Uh oh, I don’t think the mother hen is very happy about this...

oh god, they’ve invented seussical. It’s too early!

gay brunch

Three little maids from school are we

guys maybe if we dress gay enough we can distract everyone from the dead flapper bee in the back

those three killed a duck for her egg and are facing the conswquences.

Duck has egg with human, shocked and upset due to biological impossibility

When you bout to make a banging omelet so you invite your fellow queers

"No mortal man could pass that egg, but heaven shall repair your rectum."

originally taken from: the Salzburg Festival’s 2007 production of Hector Berlioz’s Benvenuto Cellini, featuring Maija Kovalevska (left) as Teresa Balducci, Laurent Naouri (center, in chimney) as Fieramosca, and Burkhard Fritz (right) as Benvenuto Cellini

Responses:

“In this same interlude it doth befall That I, one Snout by name, present a wall; And such a wall, as I would have you think, That had in it a crannied hole or chink, Through which the lovers, Pyramus and Thisby, Did whisper often very secretly. This loam, this rough-cast and this stone doth show That I am that same wall; the truth is so: And this the cranny is, right and sinister, Through which the fearful lovers are to whisper.” - a midsummer night’s dream, act v scene 1

"ah yes a prime specimen. see here, right in this box is our one of a kind hob goblin that can be all yours for the low low price of your soul"

what, YOU don't have a special eavesdropping chimney window?

Hänsel und Gretel plotting against the witch

man takes a wrong turn and ends up in a chimney, catches his girlfriend cheating-- closest

when you end up third wheeling the straight couple

lady cheats on her leather jacket wearing scummy boyfriend and when he unexpectedly comes home she hides the lover in the chimney

A straight girl and her gay best friend gossip about stuff idk

Idk Shakespeare?

experimental couples therapy feat. the chimney mf from mary poppins

Area Couple Inadvertently Traps Santa-in-Training in Chimney as they Attempt Rooftop Flirting

Landlords laugh over student renter's misfortune

I never asked for this

Ay yo lil mama lemme whisper in your ear

voyeurist listens to sandy and Danny from grease

Psssst! Did you hear about Susan? You won’t believe it!

lady and the tramp meets beauty and the beast?

human trafficking

And for just $30 you too could have your own tiny brick cage!

Psst I’m wearing assless chaps under this dress

A couple tortures a man in a box.

It's all fun and games being stuck in a chimney until your greasy uncle steals your crush from right above you-- okay ngl this could actually be a great Don Pasquale concept

Taking eavesdropping to the next level

Will you two stop being lovey dovey and let me out? SUMMER LOVIN, HAPPENED SO FAST— 

overhearing how people talk about you when they think they're alone puts you in the shithouse 

Does he know we can see him?

dear god, i am so fucking hungry, yall please just do whatever heterosexuals do so i can go eat a popsicle 

the human version of the trash man from sesame street is realizing that those two are going to fuck on his trash can 

Tmw you capture an angry short dude and start trashtalking him where he can hear 

Omg what if we kissed but we actually kissed the lil goblin man under us

"Remember, don't feed him after midnight"

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Leonardo Estevez (right, on fake horse) as Le Comte d’Oberthal

Responses:

“When I said we needed to drain the swamp I didn’t think there were people actually living there”

horse? what horse? no sir i dont know what horse youre referring to.

definitely don't have a napoleon complex going on

King stole La Scala‘s Lohengrin set

king breaks all his horses, has to use statue dragged by servants as transportation because he’s too kingly too walk

Emperor Söder and his subjects on a carnival procession

man on horse makes a big deal out of being on a horse

That’s not Zeffirelli because the horse is not alive

Who the fuck put a horse on the stage

isn't this that picture of napoleon on the horse

Area Count Thinks Citizens will be Intimidated by his Extremely Fake-looking Horse Statue-- closest

Everyone wants their turn on the giant plaster horse. Police are there to make sure everyone waits their turn.

Night out with the lads

Local royalty horrified at the state of his own damn kingdom

gay army fights different gay aesthetics-- hi author how does it feel to be the funniest fucking person on this quiz

Well at least I LOOK badass

ceasar if he hadn't gotten stabbed (colourised)

some soldiers jumped out of my kindergarten fairytale collection book to burn the don carlos flemish deputies at the stake

It’s just a model

Is that how you feel pulling up in your Honda Civic, Madge?

Someone rides a horse statue in public.

Just a normal party with the bros.

what is this, some kind of crossover episode? 

Terribly sorry for all the fuss, it’s just, that is, my horse is afraid of neck ruffles. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he’s—whoaaa there—he said he was a french courtier in a past life and he’s allergic to English fashion 

Horse seller, listen to me! I am riding into battle. I need your strongest horse. - We have horses at home. - The horses at home: 

All hail Incitatus the king 

we are not ripping off shakespeare’s henry viii. what the fuck. this is about lenny xi you uncultured swine, go drown in a pit of your own farts 

oh god is that hamilton 

Guy Removed From Art Museum For Sitting On Statue, more at eleven 

Gay <3

Officer: This horse... is a virgin! Crowd: *cheers*

originally taken from: the Parma Verdi Festival’s 2017 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Stiffelio, featuring Maria Katzarava (left) as Lina and Luciano Ganci (right) as Stiffelio

Responses:

That One kid in class

its a mEntAL BreAkDowN *final countdown but kazoo*

*record scratch* yeah, that's me. you're probably wondering how I got here-- closest

Dad keeps monologuing, teenager is done

left: all of my concerned friends, right: my emo ass having a very public mental breakdown

the demons in the corner of my room when im just trying to sleep

lady gets mansplained to (do i need to say more, we've all been there)

It’s probably an area baritone telling off an area soprano-- sorry; it’s a tenor. soprano is right though.

That was a fake horse in the last photo right?

child comes out as gay to father at a particularly bad time

dissociation solves everything

I can't believe it's not butter

Honey we talked about this

My sleep paralysis demon is Crowley from supernatural

child has nightmare of boring job

When you start dating a singer but he won’t stop practicing at night

just an average day in a hetero marriage

what do i do my wife's having period cramps again

Stop having an existential crisis. It’s time to sing!

“No son of mine will kin Gomez Addams under MY roof”

Crowley stares into space while a teen has post nut clarity.

When he wont stop reciting jordan peterson monologues!!

Do you realize how effed you are?

Ugh, not this lecture again! Dad’s Practicing For His Experimental Indie Band Again 

asking your parents for help with your own personal situation and them just ranting off about what they went through instead of helping in any way 

Will he shut up already!

no one tell him he’s yelling in the wrong direction, no one tell him plnsbdjddhdj 

this kid is tired of his dad listening to rush limbaugh (a man who claimed to be pro life but died anyway) 

Me internally vs externally 

Daddy issues

originally taken from: the Grand Théâtre de Genève’s 2020 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Les Huguenots, featuring several chorus members

Responses:

It’s the deadly eye Of Poogley-pie. Look away, look away, As you walk by, ‘Cause whoever looks right at it Surely will die. It’s a good thing you didn’t … You did? … Good-bye. - shel Silverstein

why the fuckith? my good sir, i beg of you to put your pants back on

I hate this itchy hat

Titanic Extras hear that they have to do extra hours

people waiting to board the titanic watch someone fall off the plank

pov: you’re a time traveler

guy in the flatcap is embarrassed by patriotism and pathos

No idea. For some reason Le Marseillaise comes to mind

Is this from Harry Potter?

disneyland main street usa workers on strike

local tries to hide behind Newsies cap to avoid unpleasant but inevitable conversations. meanwhile, some very fashionable ladies look on.

"Thank fuck, 2020 was just a dream after all"

“We gather here today because this bitch got exactly what she deserved” “heaven!” “Stfu Stephanie she’s going to hell and we all know it”-- not quite but this basically happens later on in the opera (and act) so yeah (except the person in question very much Did Not Deserve It)

dc movie filter on bridgerton

america?

looks like my history teacher paused the prohibition documentary again

Who still wears page boy hats bro?

Coming out to a room of people who Already Knew That

Bitches are relieved at some party.

Several drunk people exiting getting off the subway attempting to seem sober and rational but realizing they have somehow lost all of their possessions

How tf do I act natural in this situation-- closest

“do you think any of them noticed that I don’t know the pledge of allegiance” 

It's too fucking hot outside for this outfit 

?

when hyyh yoonkook ending just hits different 

pedestrians watch in horror as the triangle shirtwaist factory burns and the workers throw themselves out of the windows from a dozen stories up 

Starting the pledge of allegiance be like 

He's having a heart attack oh no oh god oh fuck

originally taken from: if I remember correctly, the Semperoper Dresden’s 2018 semi-staging of Johann Strauss II’s Die Fledermaus, with Jonas Kaufmann as Gabriel von Eisenstein

Responses:

“William Shakespeare wrote: "To thine own self be true And it must follow, as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man" I believe this wise statement best applies to a woman A blonde woman Over the past three years she taught me And showed us all That being true to yourself never goes out of style Ladies and gentlemen Our valedictorian: Elle Woods!” - legally blonde the musical

eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs

woooooorrrrd

Finally Jonas has graduated! It’s about time, considering he’s an international star.

what my professors think they look like

Prof. Dr. Dr. When someone tells him there are more than two genders

'and since you've now graduated high school, you'll be entering college etc. blablabla' .........meanwhile, there's a whole row of graduates daring each other to chug the cheap vodka one of them has brought in gallons (yes that happened at my graduation, lol)

Jonas darling baby <3-- can’t argue with that

I just realized I have no idea what the actual fuck happens in an opera

ok this one is just what jonas kaufmann always wears you can't fool me.

"as valedictorian i will share with you the importance of loving the floor"

"Yes, mother, my art degree will make me money!"

Graduation speakers are out, singers are in

Senior year takes a new meaninbg

mansplainer professor explains the concept of feminism to women

Your Prof when you finally turn in that missing assignment be like

younger boris johnson (derogatory)

jonas kaufmann retires from opera and takes up motivational speaking

What a fine graduation evening we’re having today

-70 points for slytherin you all have no swag

A man with a college hat sings.

An obviously greying actor trying to play a university student in a low-budget porn parody

How it feels to graduate high school after being held back for years

East High is a place where teachers encouraged us to break the status quo and define ourselves as we choose. Where a jock can cook up a mean crème brûlée, and a brainiac can break it down on the dance floor-

I may not have been "cool" in high school, but in ten years you will all be working for me!

I finally got my GED!

that one guy in ur intro to cultural anthropology class who mansplains to the professor somehow fucking graduated

he;s just graduating and taking his speech too serously idk

Graduation speeches with that one dude who got held back 3 times

Smrt

originally taken from: the Metropolitan Opera’s 2011 staging of Gioachino Rossini’s Le Comte Ory with Joyce DiDonato (left) as Isolier, Diana Damrau (center) as Countess Adèle, and Juan Diego Florez (right) as Le Comte Ory (disguised as a hermit)

Responses:

There is something very [disturbing grunts] About polyamorous couples - polyamorous, Chris Fleming

jinkies

femme fatale (including to herself)

I’ll have a threesome soon !

Hot guy walks by, everyone swoons.

thirdwheeling friend does not realize the other two are having sex

When your girlfriend had „just two beers“ again

jesus is exasperated about having to drag the two ladies towards doing what he needs them to do instead of purple dramatically declaring suicidal intent over the smallest trivial matters and red being equally dramatic about declaring that it's not the way! stay alive! i love you!!

The throuple is thriving

Get off the milf

orgy

my last three braincells because im a horny slut

countess receives too much love and is confused on how to react

Rasputin's lesser known romp with a much older czarina of russia

Woman's soul leaves body

Jesus and co. are worried after another woman gets pregnant without having sex

bisexual looks at photos of celebrity couples

When you go to the party to socialize with new people but your weirdo friend group starts getting clingy

Jesus cumming

one of those weird church christmas pageants but everybody's drunk

What have I done

Hozier??????????

Jesus assfucks some purple lady being hugged.

This time, the chick IS the magnet

An affair/threesome gone awry (2019 colorized)

What do you mean they canceled GLOW?

“I TOLD you it was cashmere!”

Are you wearing the - - The Gucci dress? Yes I am.

It's not what it looks like!

jesus is fucking that one cheerleader who grew up to be a suburban mom with one (1) super cool dress she stole from her kid who is desperately hugging her middle begging for it back because the spring fling is coming up and jason might actually make eye contact with her for more than three seconds.

jesus and mary magdaline and some other bitch

I’m at a bar and these drunk girls are flirting with me, do I lOOK GAY?!

Shrek 5, jesus's return

c. 2025 First attempt of an Officer and his Wife with a Handmaiden (colourized)

just about all of these are close lol

originally taken from: the Bolshoi Theater’s 1993 staging of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s The Maid of Orléans, featuring Nina Rautio (left) as Joan of Arc and Vyacheslav Pochapsky (right) as Thibaut d’Arc

Responses:

Don’t look, I’m still pooping

yall, the audacity of this man. he fuckin talked to me

*i can't even tell you how wrong you are* *it would be insulting to ME*-- closest

Cospeto!

„No I’m not talking to you, you keep cracking bad jokes!“ - „But I got another!“

when you’re mad at him but he says he’ll buy you food if you cheer up

When I’m wallowing in self-pity but my friends won’t comfort me

right: wanna fuck ;) left: yeah, fuck OFF lmao

Her face is screaming “don’t tell me what to do”

Yeah I got nothing

gay man tries to hit on a lesbian bc he thinks she's a twink. she's not amused but she's watching this happen anyway

me tired of MET's bullshit and them organising a Netrebko, known blackface apologist, a recital during Black History Month. (sorry im still fucking salty lol)

"stop smiling at me like that I'm trying to pout over here"

"I got fleas, you got fleas... wanna fuck?"

I have the best idea!

Haha nooooo don’t hit me with that bat you’re so sexxyy

lesbian is bothered by dilf

Me trying to flirt

if call me by your name was hetero and set in america

how many more dad jokes can i take before i explode

So. You’ve gotten yourself in a little pickle again.

What if we fought in the Russian revolution together ✨???????... unless??

Two people flirt in a poor place of town/

"If you ask me what I've got under this dirty, shapeless tunic one more time I swear to god I will kick your rotting teeth in"

You look like ur gonna kill me but ok

Really? You again?

Okay, I’ve been sitting here for 20 minutes, do you think it’s safe to—oh god, he’s still there.

Have you seen Godot?

she is tired of everyone’s shit. she has done so many derivatives it physically pains her to see a variable. dont test her. ur icarus rn.

idk pick better pictures-- I HAVE DIED THE SHEER AUDACITY AND HUBRIS I LOVE THIS

200% done with your crap 

Homeless man has fucking legs of steel n is gonna show off his Russian dance moves

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2019 staging of Paul Dukas’ Ariane et Barbe-bleue, featuring Sophie Koch (right) as Ariane and I don’t remember who the person on the left is rip me

Responses:

The knight who wore this into battle sure was swaggy

dear god its hiddeous

Capitalism

Knight in shining armour gone even more wrong.

ghost contemplates the safety of spiky motorcycle helmet

„Stop! He feels bullied!“

'this is my newest take for jesus's crucifixion crown ...... what do you mean they already put him up'

That’s probably a really expensive magic helmet idk. IDK-- closest

Omg I love the adventure zone!

minesweeper (windows xp)

"Okay whatever you do don't touch the shiny spiky ball" "It's so shiny I wanna touch it"

Taking down the trash way too late

IT'S NOT A PHASE MOM

Darth Vader got stuck in the freezer.... again. Leia isn’t happy

Star Wars 2030

“And here is the very latest in motorcycle helmet trends” “Look, I only came to the mall for a pair of socks “

futuristic kkk

long-suffering jewelry store attendant really wants to retire

Put it down put it down put it down

“Hmm no you should see a doctor about that”

A weird ass crown is presented

The creation of sars-cov-2: an experimental Eurotrance nightclub art piece gone horribly wrong

How it feels to want something that u cant have

AND WE WILL CALL IT—SPIKE MAN actually do you think that’s too obvious?? Because of the—yeah, because of the spikes?? See, that’s what I’m worried about. I want it to be SCARY

I know it's risky but... lube me up

?

use the force luke.

that is a weird fleshlight

When you get an ugly gift and need to find a way to get rid of it, so your family member/friend offers to smash it

Touch the orb

originally taken from: the Opera Vlaanderen’s 2019 staging of Fromental Halévy’s La Juive, with Nicole Chevalier (left, with bottle) as Princess Eudoxie, Enea Scala (center, under table) as Prince Léopold, and Roy Cornelius Smith (right) as Éléazar

Responses:

When no one comes to your birthday party :(

fantastic, day 487 of mischief and they have yet to find my masterful hiding spot

i really wonder who he thinks he's playing footsie with

Marriage crisis. Reason sits under the table-- closest but not in the way you think (after all, the man under the table IS a tenor).

the last supper afterparty after jesus left

When you order the last supper on wish

espionage at the Politischer Rosenmontag

Probably the wrong opera but is that Leporello under the table

Now THIS is a Good Friday night

this was every birthday party i went to between the ages of 5 and 11

that awkward moment when you drop your fork under the table but when you re-emerge everyone else has left except one drunk lady and the guy trying to deal with her

After the last supper

Tfw you arrive to the dinner party too early and have to hide until a more fashionable hour

When the cishets aren’t home

waiter hides from customers

Nobody: My dog every time I’m eating:

what's left of the homies Jesus had dinner with

university chem lab experiment gone terribly wrong

I’ve been under the table FOR 30 MINUTES

Set your friends up by tossing them off under the table, they’ll think it’s each other n fall in luv

Someone hids under a table

"You're about to see an surreptitious-under-the-table-dick-sucking master at work"

5 yr old me trying to eat the desert under the table without my parents finding out be like:

They never invite me to their parties!

Just another girl’s night in

Oops! Didn’t notice you the table.

dionysus - bts (2019, colorized)

just a normal episode of eric andre (eric is the one under the table)

Just a normal day with the boys

Thievery

originally taken from: the Théâtre de Capitole du Toulouse’s 2017 staging of Giacomo Meyerbeer’s Le prophète, featuring Kate Aldrich (left, surrounded by women in white) as Fidès and John Osborn (center, looking like a Jesus doppelganger) as Jean de Leyde

Responses:

Hold up, is that Eggman above Jesus?

holy disco

Looks like Tannhäuser. Our lord and saviour Richard Wagner. Now I need to be saved from that.

catholicism

me defending pineapple on pizza (THANK YOU)

jesus but hes about to be abducted by the alien ufo above him

Emmmmmmm Heaven? Idk

Lord of the rings?

ewww christianity gross

"behold, I am Important"

"Seriously?? It's not ACTUALLY pyjama day? Fuck you guys!"

Jesus at the Disco

Jesus Finds The Molerat People Who Live Under Bethlehem

disco is heaven

Want to join my new religion?

the kkk

church christmas pageant where everyone's sober but it's based on the director's fever dream

Am I the only one who sees the giant demon? Just me? Okay...

“Oh god I think I’m starting my period”

A party is held with a priest in the middle

"Let's get this secret Vatican sex party rolling!"

The new avengers endgame set is looking great!!

You know, guys, I try not to be a bother but...I can’t help but feel like I missed a dress code memo for this wedding??? It’s cocktail, right??”

Jesus visits Hogwarts

I must really stink if no one will even come close to me

the extra ass funeral i DESERVE

star wars life day

A cult at it’s best-- closest

Shrek 5, Jesus is still there I guess

originally taken from: the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden’s 2013 staging of Giuseppe Verdi’s Les vêpres siciliennes, featuring Bryan Hymel (left, standing) as Henri, Lianna Haroutounian (center, kneeling in the black gown) as Duchess Hélène, and Erwin Schrott (kneeling to her right) as Jean Procida

Responses:

When the director’s like “great rehearsal guys, just a few notes before I let you go” but it’s already 9:13 and your mom’s waiting in the parking lot

loyalist of subjects

bow before your queen

They forgot to take down the stage boxes after the Vienna opera ball but the show must go on.

somebody forgot to book chairs for this funeral

Me sharing God’s (Hayley koyoko) word on the discord server

mass execution bc the oboe solo sucked ass-- closest

That’s too many black suits I can’t see shit

I can’t even tell what’s going on here

8th grade school assembly about how it's uncool to shit on the walls at school

let's all get fancy so we can go to the opera and sit on the stage (idk this one's hard lol)

"Yes i am a time traveller, now don't freak out"

Tfw you forget to pay your lighting bills

White guys make decisions that will benefit them and screw someone that’s not a white guy over-- OUCH but that is too real (although not really in context here)

dead man gives speech at his own funeral

brotus and the boys ??? last meeting before the stabbing

high society social function ends in mass murder-- right opera, wrong scene

Someone walks into the talent show stage with a dog

Black-dressed bitches worship a man.

Worst school assembly of all time

POV:You're the window in the classroom and someone said "its snowing"

When the conductor shows up fashionably late to the orchestra concert

That's what you get for choosing the cheapest ticket option, get back in the mud where you belong

?

theyre just trying to jump into a grave at a funeral leabe them alone this is normal

oh my god he really whipped his dick out in front of everyone, this is just like in 1776 guys, except some women are actually in the room this time,

A funeral, stop wearing so much black

I want to slap their bald heads like rice

originally taken from: the Teatro Real Madrid’s 2018 staging of Gaetano Donizetti’s Lucia di Lammermoor, featuring Roberto Tagliavini (right) as Raimondo

Responses:

Crowd “haha!! Looks like someone missed the all-black memo!! Now it’s laugh-in-your-face time! / Guy on the floor (whispering to guy against wall): go, save yourself! I’ll hold them off...”

if i leave now i wont be a witness and can tell the police i had no idea

it was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Guy in the back pretends to help but is to far away to even know what’s going on.

priest walks in on beginning of an orgy, contemplated joining but is too scared-

when someone brings up capitalism but you’re just trying to play minecraft

lol lets trample this guy while the judge isnt looking

Again. Too many black costumes

Loved this Dostoevsky novel

i would know if opera directors were more creative with clothing choices ngl

me on parties lol

"imma just sneak out of here while everyone else is distracted"

"Where did he get this flooring!? Amazing!"

Everyone act normal!

The tell tale heart but they got REALLY drunk

man tposes to ward off vampires after being caught undercover

boys ???? night

the priest really shouldn't have visited the insane asylum-- closest

He’s FINE everyone’s been hit by a car before

Something happens in a room.

Perks of being a wallflower

There's always that one person in the fight whos trying not to get involved when they really wanna

Oh good, they’re all posing for a Rembrandt painting, I can just sneeeeaaak out the back here...

The gamer livestreaming Resident Evil + everyone watching the stream ? waiting for him to open the door just knowing it will trigger a chase scene

Quick!

the guy t posing in the back is regretting his every decision.-- also accurate

the us senate jumps ted cruz, some other wack ass gop senator is trying to sneak away

...I spoke too soon, however this is a James Bond mission

Queers help fellow queer do math but it's a struggle

[magpiemorality]

alright. i have to get it asked. “roommates who never see each other because they work opposite shifts, but now they’re stuck in quarantine and w h o o p s you’re kind cute but also a lil bit of an asshole how long do we have to be quarantined?? oh nooooooo “ w any couple u want!! even a throuple!!!

It’s been a long time coming but here we go! With misunderstandings, pining, denial and a happy ending :D I considered splitting this into parts but it works best as a whole so here you go! 

Love In The Time Of Quarantine

3900 words on the dot. 

AO3

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The quarantine was a bit of a bummer. It could’ve been worse, Logan reasoned, because he at least could work from home and keep busy, and he had never worried too much about getting out and being social. He was extraordinarily lucky to be exactly where he would have wanted to be for such an event, well-stocked, well-paid and comfortable.

Unfortunately the same could not be said for his housemates. There were three of them sharing the place, a three-bedroom apartment at the top of a tall block on the outskirts of the city centre. It was nice enough, paid for by three reasonable wages, and had trees and a little park visible from the windows. Logan mostly worked freelance as an IT specialist of all kinds; Patton was apparently a nanny who worked out of home a lot, he knew thanks to the single swift conversation they’d had when the guy had first moved in, caring for his charges at their own home a few blocks away; and Remus was… Logan actually wasn’t sure about him. He was out overnight, coming back early morning to sleep through the day, and didn’t seem to have any specific equipment or work clothing that gave any clues about his job.

In any case, with their contrasting hours and jobs the three of them hadn’t had much of a chance to chat at any point since moving in, and no one had been the first to take the first step in initiating contact. Everyone just cohabited peacefully and that was perfectly fine, suiting them all well enough. But with the quarantine? Things were already changing fast, and the previously calm, quiet and spacious apartment wasn’t going to remain all those things for much longer.

“Oh good morning, Logan!” Patton chirped at 6:00AM on the first Monday morning stuck at home, as Logan dragged himself into the kitchen for his wake up coffee. Logan blinked, staring at what seemed to be most of their food supplies laid out in an enormous breakfast on the kitchen table, everything very neatly arranged and cut into small, bite-sized pieces. “I made breakfast!”

“You, certainly did…” Logan agreed, a little weak with shock. “Aren’t we supposed to be conserving food, however?”

Patton blinked at him, his eyes going wide behind his glasses. He clapped a hand over his mouth with a gasp. Logan was surprised his eyes didn’t fill with glittery tears, honestly, with the drama of the rest of the display. “Oh gosh, you’re right! How could I forget?! Oh I’m so sorry, Logan, I’ll go out and replace everything right away, oh no-”

“N-no,” Logan said slowly. “No, Patton you’re not allowed out. That’s the whole point.”

“Not allowed out at all?!” Patton replied, aghast, incidentally summoning their third roommate with the commotion. As Logan tried to placate the inconsolable nanny, promising him that that was an exaggeration and he absolutely could go out but it really was better not to unless there was no other option; the mysterious Remus appeared in the kitchen doorway, rumpled from sleep and not wearing anything but a shirt and some novelty Thanksgiving turkey underwear. Boxers, thank goodness, but still covering no way near enough for what was almost appearing in public, considering how little they all knew each other.

At least the intrusion stopped Patton’s panic, Logan thought, clearing his throat loudly as Patton stared and turned darker and darker pink in the cheeks. Remus was already piling food into his arms (oh okay, they were quite nice arms actually, maybe Patton had the right idea) and mouth, and he didn’t react to Logan’s attempt to politely indicate to him that his behaviour was a little inappropriate. He just nodded and winked at a brightly blushing Patton, and carried his hoard away back to his room. Patton just quietly and heavily sat down at the kitchen table and started absentmindedly smearing cream cheese onto a bagel, and after a moment Logan joined him, silently reaching for the toast.

Well. That was. Hopefully not an indication of how things were going to be from now on. Hopefully. Please?

Unfortunately (or fortunately from some angles) Remus continued to not wear many clothes. It was a terrible problem that both Patton and Logan had strangely and somewhat awkwardly bonded over. The first time the nanny had muttered something profane under his breath as their partial-nudist housemate wandered away back to his room after another appearance in search of food, Logan had stared at him with his mouth hanging open, trying to process those words coming from that mouth. Patton had just sighed and rolled his eyes, folding his arms defensively. “Just because I work with children doesn’t mean I can’t have a good swear now and then, Logan. I mean, you’ve seen that man’s ass!”

Logan had, indeed, seen that man’s ass. It just so happened to be one of those more fortunate angles, and Remus still apparently had something against wearing pants.

Bonding over Remus’s (admittedly very nice) body notwithstanding; the two of them actually got along pretty well. Perhaps it was being used to not having much of a social life that meant they were very comfortable and happy to just hang out quietly together, with Patton sat down at the coffee table embroidering or working on some fan art he apparently had quite the talent for, and Logan reading on one of the couches nearby. He would’ve gone so far as to work out in the living area because Patton was fantastic company and great for his motivation, but the effort involved in moving his entire workstation and cables was beyond reason, and the constant risk of being utterly derailed in whatever he was doing by Remus sashaying past sort of outweighed the benefits of having Patton there. Logan still had to actually get his work done in order to earn a living, after all.

And Remus sashayed a lot. At first it had just been once in the morning and evening as he ended and started his day respectively, probably as a result of the long-term night shift pattern, Logan reckoned. But then as Remus continued to be unable to go back into work he evidently started moving his daily pattern around somewhat. Logan would hear him moving around longer after breakfast, and his music or the sound of whatever he was watching on his laptop (Logan didn’t particularly want to listen too closely but sometimes it was hard not to, having the room that shared a wall), would stop earlier in the night.

He started to strut around more and more often while they were up and out in the living areas, grabbing snacks or wandering around for a stretch, coming to ask Patton what he was doing and leaning far closer than was necessary as Patton blushed his way through an explanation, stammering whenever Remus complimented his work effusively. He was quite the flirt, was Remus, Logan could tell. The guy full on preened at the way Patton’s eyes followed him, and he seemed to take great delight in making the nanny sigh by stretching in just the right way. More than once Patton had pricked his finger with his needle by letting his gaze linger a second too long, or cursed under his breath as he messed up a line on his tablet.

Logan was unaffected of course. Except for the times he had ended up rereading the same page of his book over and over again until Remus was long gone and his brain came back into focus. But those didn’t count! They didn’t count, Patton, stop laughing.

But there was another issue with Remus; he was increasingly messy the more time he spent at home. Patton was pretty clean, used to tidying up after a pair of rambunctious under-tens, and Logan barely made any mess in the first place, eating what Patton cooked and helping clean the dishes afterwards, sticking to his carefully planned laundry routine and rarely deviating. But Remus was just made of mess. He dropped clothing around the bathroom; he left dishes and mugs around; he seemed to order stuff a lot despite the whole quarantine situation (Logan frequently tutted when yet another poor delivery person showed up) and there were piles of cardboard boxes building up in the entrance to their apartment.

When Remus peeled his sock off and scratched at his foot, one afternoon, Logan narrowed his eyes. When Remus got up, leaving it on the arm of the couch when he left to go to his bedroom, Logan finally decided he’d had enough.

“Remus!” He snapped, striding to his room and standing in the doorway before the door could close. Remus turned around with an innocent blink, opening his mouth to say something with a smirk, but Logan got there first. “Do you mind. We’re all having to live in this apartment together and keeping it tidy is important to both me and Patton!”

Remus tilted his head, his eyebrows rising swiftly at the lecture and his smirk dropping in surprise. Patton appeared behind Logan in the hallway, hovering uncertainly. “I reckon Patton can speak for himself, actually,” Remus muttered, folding his arms over his chest with what appeared to Logan to be an actual pout. On a grown man, who was clearly in the wrong. Honestly.

“Oh well, yes. I would like it if you could perhaps… just keep your clothes to your room?” Patton asked weakly. “After all, a tidy house is a tidy mind! We’ll feel a lot better in a clean environment. And… it is a little icky.”

“Fine,” Remus sighed. “I’ll keep it tidy, no more ‘icky’.” Logan nodded in satisfaction and turned to leave but Remus, damn him, had to have the last word, voice dripping with innocent earnestness. “You should’ve said something before if it meant so much to you, guys!”

Patton made a quick excuse Logan away before he could explode, and they both missed the soft sigh behind the door to Remus’s room as it closed.

To be fair to Remus, he was very tidy after that. Remarkably so, in fact, just like he had been before the quarantine had taken effect. Not so much in his room, from the glimpses Logan got inside, but certainly in the rest of the apartment. Annoyingly he’d also apparently taken the confrontation as a good enough first interaction to invite himself into hang out time, somehow not sensing the animosity that radiated from Logan anytime they were in the same room.

Sure, it was his apartment too, and he was equally stuck in it, and when he helped out with the cooking it often resulted in exciting and fun recipes, and he had great taste in movies, and he also brought his something or other console out to hook up to the TV so they could play multiplayer games (after another delivery of extra controllers, of course), but. But! Logan was still never not on edge around him. Remus just… rubbed him the wrong way.

Oh god, wrong word choice there.

Patton of course got on famously with their troublemaker within the space of a few days, and started up a fierce and ongoing online Monopoly game that it seemed no one could win. Perhaps it was his experience with children, Logan thought snidely to himself on more than one occasion. He would hear them laughing together and watch Remus’s hands creeping lower and lower on Patton’s back day by day as they playfully pushed and sat near to each other, until Logan decided to just start spending more time on his work to avoid the inevitable heart attack from how high his blood pressure must be getting. And anyway he’d really let work go, what with spending so much time with Patton instead of on his projects. Just because there was a world crisis going on didn’t mean he didn’t have rent to pay. If only!

But of course Patton didn’t get the memo that this was the best course of action, and quickly grew concerned for Logan’s well-being. He instated a nightly dinner for the three of them, that he deviously used his best pleading expression to get Logan to attend, where Remus was just insufferably flirty and Logan ended up increasingly annoyed at being constantly teased. It just wasn’t very nice of Remus to taunt him with false flattery and it didn’t help that Patton had apparently moved from being equally as flustered as Logan by their hot housemate to being sort of fondly amused, in a way that spoke of… a new intimacy.

It only added to Logan’s dislike of his housemate when he walked past Remus’s bedroom to see them standing close together in the centre of the room, heads tilted so he couldn’t see their faces. He could see other things though, like the way Patton’s hands gripped at Remus’s waist, and Remus’s hand in Patton’s hair.

So that just added the cherry on top of the whole perfect box of proof of why Remus sucked, basically. He had not only stolen Logan’s precious peaceful friendship with Patton, and lured away all of Patton’s soft and warming smiles, but apparently didn’t even value them enough to not openly flirt with Logan whenever they were in the same room. Logan wished desperately that he didn’t still feel that irritating modicum of attraction to the man, because he really was stellar at flirting and could be incredibly charming, but he resigned himself to burying those feelings along with the hurt at how Patton had chosen Remus over him. Burying them deep, and trying to go back to how things were, before the quarantine.

And if anyone could play polite and distant, it was Logan, poster boy for IT nerds everywhere. Antisocial was basically his speciality.

He hadn’t bet on Patton.

Patton was the type of person who really took 'mom friend’ to a whole new level, and only partly because his actual literal paid job was to essentially be a stand in parent. When Logan started to pull away again he yanked back, pouting and wheedling and playing really dirty until Logan started coming back out into the living room for reading breaks again, just to stop Patton from bringing him cups of water and snacks every half an hour 'to make sure he was feeling okay’. They both knew well enough that the ulterior motive was to stop Logan from isolating himself and playing the wounded martyr, and damn it if it didn’t work. Patton was a master of this game.

“Logan, what do you think of this flower?” Patton would ask if Logan ended up in the kitchen for coffee, drawing him into a conversation about his latest embroidery project.

“Logan! Could you pop the kettle on?” Patton would smile sweetly if Logan got up from the couch, intending to go back to his room at last, easily conning him into bringing two mugs back to the couch and then distracting him again until an hour had gone by and Logan was still sat with them.

“Oh there you are Logan, settle this for me, do these stars look realistic?” Patton would bat his eyelashes if Logan finished a bathroom break, and Logan would just sigh and give in, and Remus would stifle a snicker from his own spot on the couch. Remus had also evidently been coached by Patton because he was noticeably quieter and more reserved whenever Logan had finally tentatively settled in the living room with them. Which was a real improvement, if you asked Logan.

But he still wasn’t friends with Remus, and he refused to let that last barrier be breached, even when Remus sneakily tried to join his conversations or get him to pass something at dinner, or tease him about his hair, his clothes, his work… Remus was the worst and Logan could not be convinced otherwise. His plan of hiding away from his housemates had failed because he liked Patton enough to give in just to make him happy, not because Remus was reasonably good company when he was just lounging on the couch and playing some video game with the sound considerately turned down, chipping in here and there and laughing softly at something either Logan or Patton said but not getting in the way. Even so! Logan still heard the sound of footsteps sneaking from Remus’s room to Patton’s late at night, and Remus still insisted on giving him winks and stupid seductive looks whenever he could, telling him he 'liked his company’ and he was 'actually pretty funny who knew’ and 'there’s no one to dress up for here Logan, why don’t you lose the tie?’

“I just don’t like him!” Logan hissed to his reflection one day in the bathroom. “He’s clearly dating Patton, not that either of them have said a word, and he keeps just flirting all over the place! Patton deserves better! And he’s a jerk. I like my tie! I like to maintain professional standards even if he’s decided clothes are the first to go in this time of chaos. Ugh!” He glared, yanking the tie in question off angrily and glaring at it. Maybe he’d thought he looked nice dressed up sharply with his tie and hair neatly combed each day, maybe he’d been thinking of the time Patton had complimented the little stars on the navy fabric. Maybe it was none of Remus’s business how he dressed!

“Hey, you done?” The very man in question’s voice came from the other side of the bathroom door. “I need to pee!”

Logan raised an eyebrow at his reflection, considering it. He was almost petty enough to refuse, but as always was unable not to give in, settling for yanking the door open slightly too hard. Remus, who had apparently been leaning on it for some stupid reason, stumbled inwards a bit, catching his balance on Logan’s hips. They blinked at each other, and Logan knew the moment Remus decided to say something cheeky because his eyes glinted and his mouth turned up at the corners. But not today, Satan!

“You say a word and I will tell Patton what a disrespectful boyfriend you are! I mean it!” Logan hissed, shoving Remus’s hands off with a glare and waggin a finger in his face.

“I- what the f-”

“Don’t you dare flirt with me!”

“Did you say boyfriend?!” Remus said, voice strangled, holding his hands up in the air out of the way.

“Boyfriend?” Patton said from behind them in the hall. “What boyfriend?”

Logan spluttered. “Yours! He’s trying to, to seduce me!”

All of their voices rose at once, Logan protesting his disappointment in Remus’s inability to be attentive to Patton; Patton trying to weakly protest the label and situation; and Remus protesting his accused infidelity. Louder and louder they got, stood awkwardly half in, half out of the bathroom, until Remus growled and grabbed Logan by the shoulders.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Logan!” He snapped. “So I’m going to kiss you now, unless you tell me not to.”

What.

Logan’s mouth opened and closed, cheeks on fire, like flames on the side of his face. He didn’t manage say a word, and Remus nodded decisively to himself, hauling the flustered Logan in for a strangely sweet kiss considering the tension in the air.

It didn’t last long, but Logan felt like he’d awoken into a different universe when Remus pulled back again, looking at him carefully. “Well?” He asked. Logan wondered why Remus would sound like he couldn’t breathe when clearly he’d stolen all of Logan’s air. “Does that compute, I, Lo-bot?”

Logan frowned a little at the nickname, but Remus’s expression was slightly nervous and mostly hopeful, not cruel or mean looking. And Patton, when Logan glanced over Remus’s shoulder, was holding his hands clasped in front of his mouth, eyes huge and round, bouncing a little with what looked like excited anticipation. “Um. That- Excuse me, I seem to have misunderstood a few things.”

“Yeah no kidding,” Remus muttered. “Alright, ask your questions science dude.”

“You aren’t with Patton?”

“Ah well, sort of?” Patton stepped a little closer, lowering his hands to smile at them, hooking his chin over Remus’s shoulder. “It’s not like, exclusive, that’s not really the point. And not your thing, right?” He murmured to Remus, who shook his head, eyes still on Logan.

Okay, add that to the 'known facts’ memory banks to add to the equation then. “So you aren’t cheating on Patton by flirting with me?”

“No!” Patton and Remus replied at the same time, sounding equally offended.

“Okay! Sorry. But you were actually flirting with me?” Logan checked.

The question received a snort and an eye roll. “I mean, yeah. I thought you were just playing hard to get, you kept ogling me so I figured you were definitely interested. But then you got all huffy, so I tried to cool it a bit and Patton said you might be jealous of us a little bit, but then you kept giving me all these like, looks, so I went back to like, trying to be nice and everything but you still just…” Remus shrugged helplessly.

Right, yes. The glances, the blushing… In his own defence he had mostly written it all off as just anger, but it was fair enough that Remus had interpreted the attention a little differently based on the whole fact that he was unaware Logan thought he was cheating.“And… you would like to develop some form of… alternative relationship with myself as well?”

“Yeah!” Patton interrupted, grinning his sweet, bright grin. He slipped a hand past Remus’s waist to take Logan’s hand and squeeze it. “All three of us, doesn’t that sound cool?! I mean, uh, if you want me too, that’s okay if not, I can just share this gu-”

“Oh god yes,” Logan nearly burst with the words. “I mean, yes! I would- yes. Hm. That would be very pleasing. And intriguing. I wonder how-”

Remus tugged him back in close, cupping his face right there in the bathroom doorway with a grin that turned wry. “Oh Logan. I can show you pleasing. But first I gotta pee guys, genuinely!”

They let Remus escape and close the door, and Patton gently led Logan out to the living room, sitting close beside him and turning to face him.

He cleared his throat softly, and Logan thought the nanny looked really beautiful with his cheeks all softly pink, giving him one of those treasured smiles that wiped all thoughts of logistics and practicalities and regrets away. “So. Not a bad way to pass the quarantine then, you reckon?” Patton murmured, brushing some of Logan’s hair back behind his ear and resettling his glasses neatly on his nose for him, before leaning in to steal a kiss of his own.

No, Logan thought a few nights later; sandwiched between his two housemates on the floor, lounging on the cushions they’d laid out for a movie night and warm from their body heat, the way Remus stroked his hair and made constant amusing comments on the movie, and how Patton was cuddling his arm and playing with his fingers, occasionally burying his face into Logan’s shoulder to smother his giggles.

Not a bad way at all.

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The End

[tharros-auris-black-asimi]

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience? K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Ohmygosh! Thank you for the asks!

B- Indeed one is! My Mob!Lance, chapter three where Lance and his wife go to her grandfather's Hmong funeral, yeah, that chaos was based on personal experience. I don't have Purple, which is the title of the fic on Tumblr, but I have it on my AO3. And if you'd like, but ya don't have to, you can read it here! My dad's side during the funeral was chaotic asf. The only changes are that I'm not married to Mob!Lance, nor am I preggo with his child.... lol.

K- I think the angstiest thing that I've come up with is the Stucky/Reader Mob fic I'm currently rewriting. It'll be a 2.0. But the premise of the plot is basically, the three of them used to be a throuple in high school until Steve and Bucky's parents died in a car crash. Around the same time, the Reader's mom went missing and she turned up dead. So her dad, (who's Alexander Pierce in this AU), basically told Stucky to back off from his daughter. So like... I guess you could say they were manipulated into breaking up with her. Anyhow, the Reader ended up pregnant with their baby and now, eleven years later, Stucky are big scary mob bosses and the Reader's her dad's hitwoman. The three of them end up colliding again because of a mob wedding, and shit hit the fan basically. It gets worse before it gets better.

L- I usually look it over twice. I use Grammarly to catch any spelling errors, but usually when I reread, I usually find at least one or two. I'm not the best at editing, lol.

M- Ooooh, do I!

The first idea that I was thinking of was a CEO!Loki. I'm a sucker for TaserTricks, and honestly, I curse the MCU every day for not giving us /one/ Darcy and Loki interaction. It's set in a modern AU and Loki's Darcy's sugar daddy. I've also never written for Loki before... so if the idea gets up and running, I'll decide if I wanna post it to Tumblr too. AO3 is a no brainer. I probably should transfer more stuff from AO3, but honestly, I have too many insecurities to transfer the things I've written for Lance Tucker over here. The man's a whole warning. I've taken that man and made him a feminist and a simp for his Wifey.

And speaking of Lance Tucker, I had another idea in mind for him too! I've been experimenting in the monsterfucking area recently, and a Minotaur!Lance is something I've been thinking about! Maybe a Christmas Special? I've got a vague plot for that, but honestly, I dunno if it'll have an actual plot. But, I'm still at the drawing board for that story.

[mischiefsmind]

Caught Stucky x reader

“Stevie, I just want a kiss, please I will die if I don’t.” You whined 

“I’m working sweet pea okay later,” Steve said getting annoyed 

“Fine butt head.” You said walking away to see Bucky 

Walking into the common area you see Bucky sitting on the couch. Walking over there You go to sit on his lap after what Steve did you just wanted a kiss

. “Bucky I love you, you know your best boyfriend ever.” Looking up Bucky knew what you were trying to do “What do you want sweetie.”

 “I want kisses and Stevie is being an Ass to me and not giving them to me saying he is too busy,” I said with a pout

“Okay, I will give you a kiss.” Kissing you, you both fight for dominance, of course, Buck won.

 As Steve walked out he was met with the two cuddling. He just stands taking in the sight in front of him of his two lovers.“So, no one was going to invite me I’ve hurt” Steve announced walking over to the two.

 “Well, I decided I went to our boyfriend because I wanted a kiss and you were being an ass to me.” 

“Language Y/n” 

“Fine but I am still mad at you.”

 “Well, I will give you a kiss now my little bub.

” “No.” You said shaking your head crossing your arms, making the two chuckle 

“Come give me a kiss or I will get one with tickles.” He said will a smile. 

Not budging he starts tickling your sides and Bucky joins in with tickling your neck. “Uncle, UNCLE.,” you said while the two laughed at you.

 “ Stop laughing at me or no kisses for neither of you for the rest of the day.” 

“You wouldn’t do that you like kisses too much,” Bucky said as you gave a kiss to Steve.

 “Was it that hard.”

 “It was.”

 “You little shit,” Steve respond as you got up and started to run around the compound while bucky laughs at the sight. Buck got up and caught you for Steve. 

“Wow Steve you are getting slower, becoming an old now I see.” buck told Steve getting a response with a smack upside the head while you laugh. Buck giving you two a kiss. 

While the rest of the Avengers saw the whole situation at hand while the three of you were in your own bubble. 

“So when did this all start,” Tony said announcing his present making the three of you look up blushing. 

“About 6 months ago.” You respond

 “Well about time the three of you pining over each other made me almost lose my mind because we all knew this would be a power throuple,” Tony told you three. “Well, I am throwing a party tonight so you three better dress up nice.” tony said walking away with the team smiling and walking to other parts of the complex.

 Bucky smiled at the two “Well that went better than expected?” 

“It was my two big strong super-soldiers, but for now I am being beckoned by Wanda and Nat so I will see you later.” giving them each a kiss going to find the two women.

 “She is going to tell the two everything isn’t she.” Asked Steve

 “She is, but we all know we are going to get shit from tony, now that he knows.” buck told Steve smiling even though he wouldn’t want anything different than this.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone x Fem!PleasantValleyResident!Reader

Title: Throuple

Notes:

Granny Boone is bisexual and you can’t change my mind. 

This is way too long I’m sorry. My excuse? Its self indulgent that's why and I wrote it over the course of 2 days, both at night time so... 

Pick whichever Buckman you like best. 

Plot: 

Boone and Buckman just care a lot about you! A looooooot, a lot. Like, so much. A colossal amount, really- but you’ve never heard of a ‘throuple’ before.

Warnings: Uhh, polyamory? Sexual harassment, hint towards rape (Not of you or any known characters but still), 2001 Maniacs craziness? Reader might also have a mental illness, I don't know. Its not explicitly stated and I’m just the writer so how would I know? But she is really tired. Laziness in the last written sentence. I haven't edited the last half, so it might be illegible... In the morning I probably will edit. 

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SET: Before the massacre, so everyone is alive except the 2001 Maniacs victims who have yet to be born because this is 1860

“Hey Y/N!” One of the men from table three - was it William or was it Lawrence? I don’t know, whoever-it-is’ voice is too slurred at this point for me to figure. Turning away from the table I was wiping off, I tuck the washcloth into the waistband of my apron and raise an eyebrow vaguely towards the table. “Come over here a moment, wouldja?”

“Why?” Now, usually, I would go over; No question. But its nearly closing time now, and its dark, and men like to get rowdy at this time, and I’ve been burned by that shtick before. Resting my working hands, course and strong, on my hips, I raise my eyebrows.

Put on a cold front and they’ll lose interest. Uh, usually.

“Just wanna get a betta look atcha! Larry here says you got a flat ass, but I got 3 coins on yer plump bottom. Y’ wouldn’t want me losin’ coin, would you?? Come on, now, just stand over here and lemme ‘ave a look-see. Wont even touch!” William, as I can now see, shows off his grotty yellow teeth in a wide grin.

He honestly think’s that crap will fly? He really, truly believes I’ll just submissively walk over to them and bend the fuck over?

What the hell do they take me for? I’m a waitress, not a prostitute.

Instead of snapping at them though I merely sigh, and clap my hands in a finished manner. “Come on boys, time to go home. It’s closing time and my snuggly warm bed’s calling out t’ me. Aren’t yours’? Come on, then!”

Groans and protests are my response, but the long drunk and tired men - they’re here after a long day of work in some mines, - get up and head for the exit to my building despite their complaints. I know neither of them are staying in any of the hotel rooms above, so that’s where they’ll go and that’s where I herd them. Out the saloon doors and down the street. I shoo them all the way, curbing their complaints with ‘Think about lovely dreams’, and ‘You can come back tomorrow for breakfast!’. Once we’ve gotten to the door, I wave them off, dish cloth in hand. “Goodnight boys, see you in the morn- Ah!” A high-pitched shriek comes out of me and is released into the cold night-time air in a puff of visible gas in the lamp light as I whip around. Someone pinched my-

“Theodore.” I gasp, eyebrows furrowed as I use my fists to cover my ass as I look up defensively at the tall, roguish looking man. I thought he left hours ago!

How dare he-

“Definitely plump / flat, boys!” He calls out to the two that are heading down the street, receiving raised hands in goodbye and laughs in response. Probably disgusting comments, too, but the mix of how far away their retreating backs are becoming, and the alcohol in their systems making their words blur together like flour and eggs mean that I thankfully don’t hear them with any sort of clarity. Theodore looks back down at me and smirks. “You said something about a warm snuggly bed, Miss?”

“Yes. Yours is a couple blocks from here. Be free to go forth, right now.” I roll my eyes, slipping around him so he’s closer to the door. He twists around and runs a hand through his greasy hair that’s far too long, and would be fair if he ever let water touch it. Good lord man, go see Al the barber and maybe you’ll learn some manners along the way.

“Aw, are you mad at me now Y/N?”

“Just cross.”

“I know a fun way we could work through those passionate feelin’s together, darlin’- “

Another voice joins the fray, just as I’m worrying if Theodore will ever actually leave, or more seriously- If he will ever actually pull through with the comments like that that he always makes towards me. “Oh, what’s that?”

Theodore and I look out to the street immediately to see who’s interrupted him. Who, with such a high and feminine voice, has had the audacity. Who, has become simultaneously his annoyance, and my saving grace.

My eyes land on Boone, and a grin makes its way over my lips. She looks cross herself, hands on her hips, shoulders anchored towards Theodore in a way a mother might look at her son when she is…

Totally pissed off.

I waive my dish cloth at her from behind Theodore. “Good evening, Boone!”

She doesn’t so much as say anything back, just glances at me and then back at the problem- Theodore. Oh man, if I were him I’d be backing off now. Boone scares everyone, me included. Not that I have to worry, she’s made it clear that she cares about me.  

… A little too much, but still. That’s neither here nor there right now. I’m glad she’s here!

“I think I heard some unsanitary comments comin’ from you, Mr Miller. At least I hope they were just comments. Why don’t you go on and apologise to our deserving waitress Miss L/N, before I let the Mayor know what you’re up to here. I believe he warned your ass last time we caught you cornering her.” Boone’s eyes darken on him and I wonder if I could slip off to the side and clean off the last table; the one William and Lawrence were at previously, so I can retire sooner. She’s got this all under control, if I know her.

But then Theodore just rolls his shoulders back, and the air around him seems to still. “You know, Miss Boone, I never see either you or our esteemed mayor every kickin’ up such a damn fuss over anyone else in this town. I mean, shit. I had some devilish fun with Miss Lyla the other day and you didn’t do nothin’!” A smirk slowly rolls over his mouth as he looks back at me for a moment, caging me in those dark, weaselly eyes for a moment. Oh, crap.

Boone, though, doesn’t even bat an eye.

But before she can say another word, yet another familiar voice calls from the shadows. I look down the path the way Boone was headed down before she heard Theodore and I and stopped by, to see Buckman walking down towards her. What are these two doing taking walks at 11 at night for, anyway? Why aren’t they together?? Seems a bit choreographed, to me. Let me just add that to all the reasons they creep me out.

Now, our Mayor is shorter than Theodore, who is much like a weasel in that he’s skinny, smelly and long, but that doesn’t make him an any less intimidating presence against him. Even with cheer in his eyes and his hands carefully in his pockets, its always been clear from the get-go, that he’s a force to be reckoned with. Its something about the way he holds all of his emotions inside, I’ve always thought. Mixed with the knowledge that he’s fought in a war.

It’s why we voted for him.

“Oh, uh, Mr Mayor.” Theodore swallows down a gulp of spit, stepping forward out of my saloon, finally. “Sir!” I take a deep breath and let it out, relieved, going straight to the doors and wedging myself between them; blocking him from coming back in and ready to shut the doors again as soon as I can. I don’t want Theodore coming back in, but I also don’t want to be left alone with either of these two nutters’, either.

Oh, by ‘nutters’, I mean ‘pillars of the community’… Mostly, I mean that. Uh, half.

Okay fine, they’re nuts.

“Mayor,” I greet, inclining my head for a moment politely.

“Evenin’ Y/N! I hope you’re not having too much trouble with this one.” Buckman immediately flashes me a bright, election winning smile. A real one. Like he always does when he see’s me.

“Well, he was. But I think Boones got it covered.” I grin back, unable to help it. He’s very charismatic!

Boone’s expression softens a bit and she relaxes her stance, giving me a little smile. “Thank you dear.”

“I’m sure she does.” Buckman agrees, and then they share a smile between them, and I look down at Theodore on the bottom step that leads to my saloon. Oh Jesus Christ, if he had suspicions before, then they are just growing now. This is just what I need!

I haven’t done anything, Theodore!! I promise!

Which is not to say I haven’t received countless offers, but I don’t need to be even thinking about that. Seeing as I declined. 

“Now, why don’t you head on home Theodore.” Buckman drops his nose to look up at Theodore with a little bit more menace and severity. “You’ve overstayed your welcome.”

“Good night sir! Boone, Y/N.” Finally, Theodore looks back over his shoulder at me, and then makes a break for it down the road past Boone. She gives him a stink eye for as long as she can before losing interest.  

And then its just me, Boone and Buckman in the stillness of the night.

And I wish I’d run off like Theodore.

“Well! Good night ya’ll! I got an early day tomorrow, so- “ I try to escape by weaving an excuse and locking the doors behind me, but it it’s not 2 minutes later when the only other set of key’s for this building stick into the lock, turn, and they walk on into my saloon. I sigh, now behind the counter washing cups.

Of course. He’s the mayor. Of course, they have keys.

Looking up at the ceiling, I pray for an easy time of it tonight. Please, let them be tired from their daily duties and they’ll go home soon.

I continue to wash glasses and plates and put them away, but I don’t get too far before Boone’s gone right ahead and helped herself to my special ‘only me’ area -behind the counter of my saloon,- and turns me around by the shoulders to look at me. “He didn’t touch you, did he?”

I sigh, and tell her. “No. I’m fine. You shouldn’t worry for me.” She really shouldn’t, not in the way she does. She has a husband.

The part where he didn’t touch me is obviously incorrect, but I better not mention that to these two.

“Even so, we do worry darlin’. Come on, sit down for a bit. Give us some peace of mind, at least.” Buckman, immediately on the other side of the counter, asks and I sigh. I’ve learnt, that if I don’t comply, then they’ll never leave. And besides, the things they ask of me are never bad. Just, sit down and talk with them. Play cards. Have a drink. Generally, just lovely things like that.

It’s the intent behind them that concerns me.

“Yes. I’ll go and get you some water.” Boone says with a No-‘If’s’-or-‘Buts’-about-it kind of tone, and I try to open my mouth and protest against that, but she’s already guiding me around the bench. When we reach the end, she deposits me with her mayoral husband, and he leads me the rest of the way to a table. I sit down, sighing simultaneously and he sits down next to me. “I’ll wash the glass; Don’t you worry about that!”

“That’s… “I blow air into one of my cheeks and blow out gradually. “… Not what I’m worried about… “

“Now, he didn’t do anything nasty, did he? He certainly had the intention.”

I shake my head and set my hands in my lap. I want to tell them what he did, I really do. I don’t know why, but I always want to tell them things.

But I retain the believe that I can’t. I shouldn’t be that close with either of them. “No, sir, I’m fine, really! That’s not even as bad as some other men get at this time of night, anyway. I could have handled- “A moment after I’ve admitted the fact that other men have been worse than what Theodore just suggested to me, I pause. And peer guiltily up at Boone instead of Buckman as she hands me the water she promised and then sits down on the other side of me. “… I haven’t helped my case, have I?”

“No.” She laughs.

Maybe I do need this water.

I take a sip and look at neither of them, instead settling my focus on this glass of water and the far wall. I really need to repaint that wall…

While I do this, and they talk to each other about their day, I ponder my situation.

Now, I… I don’t consider myself a judgemental person. I don’t care what any folks do behind closed doors, in their bedrooms. Man and woman, woman and woman, man and man. But I am damn sure that it is only supposed to include 2 people. I’ve never heard of couples that are more then that, unless you count cults and I don’t.

So, it’s not that I don’t care for them both. Not at all. Its that I can’t be with them both, like they’ve asked, like they want. I can’t.

I’d like to be that open minded, I would, but… I just can’t picture it.

___TIME SKIP: Modern Day___

Since they arrived, I’ve been peering a little too long to be polite at a few of the newest group of victims. I’m a little worried that they’ve noticed, but I’m also really curious. I just can’t tell who is a couple and who isn’t. There is a particular group of 3, that’s throwing me off. I definitely saw the blonde one kiss the ginger one, but then I also swear saw the ginger one and the brunette ones holding hands. Could that just be a friendly thing? It had a pretty intimate feel, to me.

Now, I stand on the porch of my saloon, leaning my forearms onto the railing as I watch them. Buckman’s still with them, along with half- no, the rest of the town, remaining town I should say, inviting to the annual ‘guts and glory jubilee’. At this point, I really don’t get why any of these kids stay. Maybe it’s just because I know what going to happen to them.

Or maybe, its because this generation of kids are morons.

‘Guts and Glory Jubilee’? I mean, really? At first it was clever, but it was only a temporary name for the trap. And now its been a hundred years and its still called the same thing, and my saloon’s always full with disrespectful modern teenagers and my friends acting like loons to keep them there, and the kids aren’t getting any brighter. Too blinded by the way us Pleasant Valley women dress, and the inviting way we all -men and women alike, - smile, and laugh. They’re none the wiser to our plot.

Like I said, Morons.

As I’m watching the usual show on Buckman explaining with bright theatrics what a fun time it’ll be and how they should stay, as our honoured guests, I catch the eye of one of those guests. The blonde one from before, that kissed the ginger one. They smile through the awkward, accidental eye contact, and I paste on a smile back- too old and too tired to care about the awkwardness. I keep the contact until the moment they look away, honestly too tired to look away first.

I just want to go.

Where everyone else did. My parents, my fiancé, my… god, even my fucking cat… Where they went. Before we were massacred. Heaven, or hell, or wherever the hell we go after real, no consciousness death. Where we can’t, until 2001 of these dumbass teenagers die.

I just have to hold on a little longer.

A little while later, they agreed to stay and I went off into my saloon, ready to great them and serve them drinks. And clean tables, and fight off bastards trying to get a drunken feel, and snap back at rude ass, degrading miscreants who think I’ll just stand by and let them call me names.

Which is what I’m busy with now, as I dry off a now clean glass, ready to be filled with my sub-par rum again. A loud, brutish call of ‘Hey, any fucking rum left? Waitress!’ interrupts my quieter, calmer thoughts of fantasising about seeing my family again right after the saloon doors absolutely slam open. I whip around and am ready to have Jonathon, the only man in this saloon that I even remotely enjoy the company of and my only employee, kick the bastard out when my voice escapes me. Instead, I roll my eyes in utter frustrated and groan. This is just what I need.

“Theodore, what have I told you about calling me waitress?! You know my name.” I exclaim through grit teeth, throwing my now damp dishcloth onto the bench with vigour, causing a couple boys at the bar to reel back with a few irritating, obnoxious ‘Oooh’s. Theodore slowly smirks in that easy way that he does, and drops down in the bench across from where I’m standing. “Yes, we have the revolting drink you love. You know, we have rum. You basically live here!” I throw him a greasy with my eyes. “Which reminds me, I’ve been meaning to ask you; Do you have a home?? Because I’d be happy to send you off with a weeks’ worth of rum if it means I’ll get some peace and quiet from you for that time!”

“Naw, baby, I come here for your company. If you came home with me for a week, that’d be a different story. I’d stay away easy! Just stay… in bed… with you.” He winks.  

Dropping the ferocity in my body language for a moment, I just deadpan at him. “You disgust me.”

“In the best way.” Theodore grins, then leans into the bar, evidently done with teasing me for now, if his serious expression tells me anything. “Anyway,” He starts, sounding exhausted now as his hair droops around his face and the smile officially leaves his eyes. “Drink?”

Because it’s my job, and because standing near a quiet Theodore is a welcome alternative then trying to make conversation with the teenage boys down the left side of the bar who ‘Ooh’ed me earlier, I pat the bar and grumpily head off for the rum and a glass. “Coming right up.”

While I do that, Boone and Buckman; The nutters, the pillars of the community, the mayoral couple and the banes of my existence, come into the saloon and take the table by the door. I ignore them though, pulling my own stool out from under my side of the bench and sitting down across from Theodore, pouring him his drink and sliding it to him. Jonathon can handle the rush for a few tiny minutes, while I sit for a second. “Thank you, darlin’.”

I don’t say anything back, because I don’t like to extend pleasantries to him of all people. Instead, I look around the room and do my usual assessment. The room’s loud, and full of people -Boone and Buckman took the last unoccupied table, and Theodore took the last stool, -, acting loud and having butt loads of fake fun. I don’t really care about that though; all I care about is that in a moment I’m going to have to get up and ask around for any more orders and clean some more cups and plates. For a second, I let my shoulders relax and I rest my hands on the bar in front of me. Strong, work woman’s hands.

“You noticed the ‘throuple’ in the new group?”

Oh, Theodore is still talking to me.

Joy.

“Huh?” I look up from my hands to meet his eyes momentarily, raising my eyebrows at him. What did he say?

“The throuple, that’s what they called it when I asked ‘em.” He smirks for a moment. “It’s a relationship between 3 people.”

“Why do I care? That sounds like their business.” I sniff, then wipe under my nose a moment and then move to fixing my apron over my chest. It had slid to the side while I was working, it seems.

For a glorious moment, he doesn’t respond. He just stays quiet, and I think how lovely his company is when he’s on the other side of the bar and is quiet.

Then I look up at him, still with my eyebrows up my forehead, and see he’s looking straight into my soul. A knowing, mischievous grin on his lips. Its as if he ironed it in that way, all creases and wrinkles on his face from smiling so much in his life.

But I know what he’s insinuating.

It’s a different world out there now, that’s apparently allowed. It happens. Romantic relationships between more then 2 people. Maybe I should reconsider my answer, to Boone and Buckman. Maybe it would work.

That’s what Theodore is saying with this look that is so annoyingly painted on his face.

And to that, I say fuck off.

Or I would, if I wasn’t a good, Christian lady.

Instead I shrug my shoulders at him and head off to check the tables. “It’s a whole new world out there!” I call back, successfully, hopefully, ending the conversation.

Where does he even get off making suggestions like that to me- he shouldn’t even be that sure of what was happening -what they were, or are still, trying to make happen, - to mention it to me in such a forward manner. I definitely didn’t tell anyone except my mirror, and my… bathroom sometimes… but I certainly didn’t say it above a whisper! He couldn’t have heard, even if he was snooping around like the creep he is.

And the other two definitely wouldn’t have said anything. They despise Theodore Miller even more then I do.

He must just be smart.

… huh.

Who knew? Theodore has a brain and not just a penis under that grease, sweat and soot covered flesh.

Like a coward, I hit every other table in the room before I get the one by the door. They obviously can tell that I’m trying to avoid them, because saloon procedure is obvious to get to the table that was most recently filled as soon as possible before any others, but I don’t really care. If Theodore and I noticed the, uh, ‘throuple’, then the mayor and his wife, definitely, did. And I’m dreading the conversation that is about to occur.

When I do, finally, start heading towards Boone and Buckman’s table, I notice Theodore turning around in his seat to drink and watch the scene.

With his knees spread wide like a heathen. Ugh! Not in my establishment. Before I get to the table, I show him my middle finger and he turns around, chuckling to himself.

Okay. I take a deep breath, and stop at the dreaded table.

“Good afternoon, Mr Mayor. Mrs Mayor.” I beam, a pasted smile that’s obviously fake. Luckily, because I don’t think I could handle any more embarrassment and pressure right now, and unluckily because I think anyone else’s attention might actually be preferred then these two’s right at any time, no one else is paying attention to see such a grin. “What’ll it be? Today we have beans and bread as the special- like always. “I take out my notepad and pen.

Not because I need them to remember orders, of course. Just to have something to focus on.  

“Good afternoon Y/N, why don’t you sit here with us for a bit? You look bone tired from takin’ care of this lot! It’s a full house today.” Boone asks, even going as far as using her foot to push out the other chair at the table that isn’t taken, for me to prospectively take.

Absolutely not.

“I am exhausted.” I find myself sitting down, instead of leaving like I should have. Immediately on feeling the tension leave my legs, I feel like collapsing onto this table and falling asleep. “Thank you.”

Leaning into my hands for a moment with my eyes closed will have to do. A feel a comforting hand pat my shoulder and it does feel better. “Why don’t you let Jonathon handle business for a little bit- we actually happened to have a talk the other day about him wanting more opportunities to advance. This would be a perfect opportunity for him! And you look warn, sweetheart.”

He shouldn’t call me that.

But it does sound good. Especially coming from Buckman. And with Boone looking so worried about me, too. It feels too nice a place to be, with them, to be wrong. “Uh, well, maybe… “

Then I look up, past Boone’s head and, by complete chance, on the blonde, brunette and ginger that have been the topic of the day…

And all of a sudden, momentary blind panic tears through me.

I jump up from my seat, the chair toppling down onto its back as I stand back on to my exhausted legs. it barely interrupts the volume of the room, so no one else really notices. But I do catch sight of Boone and Buckman’s faces, even more worried and a little bit hurt, before I stutter through an apology and an excuse about having to work, and I rush off back to the safety of my bar. Of course, Boone has been back here before, but I choose to ignore that little fact.

Theodore watches me with wide eyes, as all the tension in my person just grew to level a thousand intensity, as I call Jonathon over and ask him to take his lunch break now.

I don’t need any excuses to go and take my break. One of them, or both of them, might come and ask me if I’m okay. And I’m starting to forget why that’s such a bad thing, but I know there is a reason, and… Jesus Christ, I’ve never been so conflicted.

Because yes, the world outside of Pleasant Valley has come far. Like I said to Theodore, it’s a ‘whole new world’ compared to what it was when we were alive a century and a half ago.

But we’re in Pleasant Valley. And you only have to look around and see how different we dress and talk and move compared to these new present time people and you know; We aren’t part of that whole new world. Boone, Buckman and I don’t fit here.

Maybe if things were different.

Definitely if things were different, actually. I know, if they were, I would be there. I would be all in.

But I’m not and things aren’t different.

___

An hour later, and I’ve calmed down at this point. I still feel exhausted, now because I work so much and because of emotional baggage, but I don’t feel the racing heartbeat that made me sick before or the adrenaline that caused me to run away. So, it’s better… Stable again, at least.

I’ve convinced myself that if I don’t look their way. I can become numb again to the feelings they make in me. Its an idiotic notion, but its kind of the only thing keeping me still right now.

Merciless God, grant me a break. Amen.

The saloon is starting to quieten down for the night, as the light goes away outside and visitors disappear to their rooms -some with a partner they’ve only just met, some alone, some with friends they came with. It’s a big group this time, - upstairs in the hotel part of my building. I’m sitting back down in my stool behind the bench by the time the ‘throuple’-I’m still not sure about that word, - finally, FINALLY, decides to retire up to their room. I bid Jonathon a good night as he went home too, a little earlier to his wife and son, and waived shortly when Theodore pushed drunkenly off the bar and hobbled out the doors.

I lean heavily onto the bar myself, and watch the three go up the stairs together. The brunette’s holding the ginger’s hand now, and the blonde walks ahead of them and holds the key to their room.

After they disappear onto the second floor, I turn to look at who else I need to wait to leave, so I can go to bed myself. Mmm, I’ll take a long hot bath first, and light some candles to go with it. Most importantly, I’ll let my hair out of his too bloody tight ponytail!

“Ah, that’s sounds good.” I mutter, already imagining it as I push off the bench and go collect some plates and glasses that are left out on the tables and wipe them down for the last time today.

“Miss Y/N?” A familiar voice, Boone, calls the softest that I’ve ever heard it from the door. I look around quickly, ribbing the back of my aching neck to see no one else around. Huh, I hadn’t noticed I was alone.

It was nice.

Still, I flash her a tired, half smile. “I’m sorry for earlier.”

“I know. I’m sorry too. We should know at this point not to go so hard on you. You work all day harder than anyone, even Buckman but don’t tell him I said that.” She pauses, walking fully into my saloon and as if it were choreographed, we both sit down together at a table. “Actually, go ahead and tell him. Its true.” I grin despite myself, rolling my shoulders back and then leaning back in the chair- entirely taken over by exhaustion. I don’t even have energy to put up walls. Boone looks at me again and gives me a soft smile. “We want you to know always, that we care deeply for you, and whenever you’re ready you can join us. But… we also don’t want to stress you so much anymore. So, we’ll pull back- a little. If that pussy Miller tries anything on you again he will be dealt with.”

I nod, sighing. But, then again, why doesn’t that make me feel better? They’re going to leave me a bit more alone! I should feel relieved… but I do not. “Thank you.”

“Of course. I hate to see you so pent up.” A devious smirk touches her lips and her eyes. “I mean, I would like to help you with that in a different way then leaving you alone… But I will. Because I love you.”

I take a quick, deep breath. There it is. I never actually thought those actual three words would leave her lips aimed at me. But it’s the most natural thing in the world, tell her. “I love you too.” A wicked beam is my response from her at that.

“Can I hold yer hand?” Boone asks, offering her daintier hand across the table. Trying hard not to glance around for onlookers but failing, I take her hand.

It feels so nice, relieving, to hold it finally.

I take a deep breath, and whisper the next words. I want them out, I want to confide in someone. I’m sick of keeping everything to myself, I’m sick of being all alone. It’s by my own will, of course, but… it still hurts, all the same. “Boone, I-I’m just so… so weary, of everythi- “

Buckman interrupts me, turning up at the door. “Howdy, what’s going on in here?”

Boone ignore him, gathers up her skirts and gets to her feet. When she rounds the table to me, she drops them to the ground in favour of cupping my face in her hands instead. “I know. Why don’t you let go of one thing? Let us hold some of the load, sugar. Please.”

Finally, I can’t tell myself no. And I absolutely can’t tell her no. I glance from her to Buckman who has apparently read the atmosphere and now stands beside Boone. He smiles, like he always does at me. Like he feels it.

God, I want to feel a smile again.

And I lose the strength to do this all on my own anymore. I shakily get up from my seat and throw my arms around (You choose one or both, because I’m lazy and its bedtime for me).