#and it *is* poly because even though they're sharing a body they were and still are separate individuals

[aroaceleovaldez]

i still find it very fun that technically Sadie Kane (and Walt and Anubis) is(/are) the first queer Riordanverse character(s), because Serpent’s Shadow came out before House of Hades and so Sadie being in a canon polyamorous relationship happened before Nico was confirmed to be gay, but nobody read TKC so nobody knows about this

[savepc2023]

Some funfact about your PC? :D

I've got three PCs bc I have no self control so I'm gonna give three funfacts about them each :DDDD

Angel the delinquent:

Loves drawing but is absolute dog shit at it like. You cannot tell what they were going for and neither can she, he forgot about it halfway. It's just fun to put stuff on paper and go with it yk?

Can't stand coffee but LIVES for cold drinks like. What would be the mountain dew equivalent in dol bc she's ADDICTED to that

I've said this before on my previous blog but they're in a poly relationship with Robin and Sydney, annnd he's not fully corrupted Syd juuust yet but we're gettin there. She pegs Robin every night, fully clothed bc they don't like being nakey in front of ppl

Brynn the model:

He's well known around town, and for not the most pleasant reasons. Photos and videos of him posted online, showing off his bare body and his flushed face. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't phased by that, but it just means he'll be asked fewer questions if he acts like he's just dumb and horny and doesn't understand if you use big words when you speak.

Speaking of, he's very submissive. He's the definition of a good boy, say the word and he'll be on his knees for you!.......unless you're Whitney or Kylar. Funnily enough he's more likely to bottom for Kylar than he is for Whitney. He likes seeing the school bully flustered and shaking under him.

He'd like to get to know Nikki a bit better, not only because he's hot and stuff but also because every now and then he breaks his 'professional' persona to look at him with concern burning in his eyes, opening his mouth to ask something only to shut up and decide to continue with the photoshoot. Brynn just wants to know what the photographer's like when he's not speaking to a client, but with a friend.

Caelan the bartender:

They're really tall. Like. Reallyyyy tall. That paired with their resting bitch face usually scares off any people lookin to get frisky with them. But if you're yk. Not afraid and not pushy with your attempts at getting into their pants they're really good company. A little awkward but eventually they ease into the conversation and suddenly you both are just chuckling and sharing interesting experiences

They carry bandaids with them at all times. Two types, actually. The plain kind and some cute green ones with different white patterns on them. The second type is the type a certain other orphan finds pretty, a habit they picked up ever since they were kids. Even though they don't interact much with them these days, they still find themself slipping the pack into their pocket, like as if they're both seven again and Robin still has that misfortunate tendency to trip on air.

Their closet is kinda of....boring lmao. It's pretty classy, pretty cute but there's not much variety. Two waiter uniforms, shirts, vests, slacks. A sweater or two. Ties. That's it.

....i like to call them the ABC squad djsisisiwowowo

[parragone]

anyway a snippet of the brainrot this morning that's totally not tied to the a/b/o nonsense i posted earlier, no siree

yes it's poly spetsnaz [ tachanka/kapkan/glaz focused], sue me, they're easy to write

more ships will probably happen but a/b/o brainrot is real even though i intended to finish a DIFFERENT SET OF WIPS

"I hope you know that I am going to bite you if you get too close to me," Maxim griped as he peeled off his shirt. It clung in ways that gave his partners secondhand discomfort, though he looked relieved and relaxed once he was bare. The early symptoms of his heat were always uncomfortable, and it was always a difficult period to navigate.

"As if we haven't bitten each other plenty," Alexsandr remarked as he gestured to his neck, where three distinct silvered bite scars had long since settled into his skin. "A bite is no deterrent."

The hunter made a face as he balled up his shirt and tossed it at the older man, which was an attempt to both shut him up and placate him - one which, unsurprisingly, worked - as Timur opened the door to their quarters with a bag in hand. There was only one absent now, but if Maxim knew his partners, then it would stay that way.

"Shuhrat?" Maxim rolled his shoulders as he asked, braced for the worst possible answer.

"He volunteered to share space with Mark," Timur replied with a small shrug as he set the bag down on the bed. "James would have, but Mark's heat manifested as fatigue, so it wouldn't have worked out very well. Shuh offered to share a room with him since he's already touch repulsed during his rut."

Alexsandr sighed heavily, though the hunter couldn't tell if it was to indulge in his scent or due to disappointment. "Well, I suppose-"

"He also said," Timur interrupted as he got his coat off, "That he would like pictures if you are willing, and made a rather sweet suggestion to me as he left with the poor man."

Maxim froze for a moment, his hands in his hair as he processed what had been said. Shuhrat was peculiar in that he rarely had the drive for sex, but often had ideas that got him in particular fucked stupid. The last time Shuhrat had made a suggestion to Timur, Maxim had ended up barely able to remember his own name or how to say anything beyond yes and no.

Which was why he still refused to let Alexsandr have access to a vibrator, regardless of how much the man begged.

"And what suggestion was that?" He knew he'd get an answer if he just asked, and if it weren't for the fact that he knew full well he'd be a little out of his mind in a few hours, he might've left it to mystery.

"It was innocent, I promise," the sniper laughed. "Do you remember the collar Alexsandr got you a few months ago? He suggested we actually use it on you, see how well you take to being a pet."

He would be lying if he said he had forgotten. It had lingered in his drawer since the day he'd received it, simply because he'd been unsure about whether it would be safe to wear it, even in private; somehow, he was more wary of how he might behave if he slipped too deep into subspace than he was of how his partners would handle him. He cast a glance to Alexsandr and nodded in acknowledgement, only to get a shrug and smile in return.

"There is a matching leash," Alexsandr confirmed. "If you would be willing to try it."

"That and pictures, hm," Maxim muttered as he took a seat beside Alexsandr. His skin itched in ways he couldn't explain, but the presence of a trusted and rather loved alpha eased the early stages of his body's demand. The fact the older man slid his hand into Maxim's and intertwined their fingers certainly helped, even if he didn't have it in him to say so. "Sure, sure. One condition - you force me to do color checks. God knows I will be far too gone to remember to say anything if I've reached my limit."

"That, we can do." Timur nodded as he spoke, one hand in the bag on the bed. He rummaged around for a moment before he tossed a bar to the hunter, who barely glanced at the contents of the thing before he'd ripped the wrapper open to devour the contents. "Thought you would be a little hungry."

"I think that is more than a little," Alexsandr laughed softly as he squeezed the hunter's hand.

"Yeah, well, here in an hour or so I'm gonna be hungry for something else and I'll be the worst bitch on the planet if you two can't provide." Maxim shrugged, an almost smug smile on his face as he did so. "You'd better get whatever prep work you want to do done, since he wants pictures."

[happenedinforks]

Dating Jasper and Alice

a/n: im gay af but Jasper could hit it

warnings: some suggestive tones briefly, also possible writing mistakes (im too lazy to proof read it’s like 2 am)

They're already vampires, living with a vampire family, with a treaty considering shape-shifting wolves so a poly-relationship wasn't necessarily that big of news to them.

Like they both liked you, you liked them. If you were down to "share" then they'd be too. It was quite simple for them.

It would be quite casual at first, no one really acknowledged the whole vampirism-thing for a while. For better or for worse.

You thought you were still 17, you had time, so why stress and turn grey from over-thinking?

Surprisingly, Jasper had this same attitude. Just... for about everything in life.

It drove Alice insane. She would like to plan out what you guys would do for your anniversary and in exchange she'd get you and Jasper lounging around, reading books and saying "we'll figure it out" and "don't stress about it, darling."

But also sometimes you sided with Alice and dragged poor Jasper accross town for that adorable decorative pillow you ”just had to get for your couch”.

Having two hundred years old genius’ helping you out with homework and studying. Your grades rose like Jon Snow from the dead.

Being one of the few humans Jasper has no trouble tolerating scent-wise, mainly because he loves you but also because your scent is quite mild according to him.

During summer these two act like your personal cooling packs.

As rare as it is, sometimes it does get hot in Forks, Washington. And that’s when cuddling with two vampires gets handy.

These two weren’t as afraid of sex as their lovely brother.

Bella was kinda jealous of you let’s be honest here.

But it was a lot of: ”are you alright?” ”Does it hurt anywhere?” ”Do we need to stop?” ”Alright Jazz shut up and kiss me.” ”Alice for the love of god live in the present.” You know, the usual.

And ALSO Jasper being an empath made everything (and I mean everything) just a tad bit better.

Because, you know, feelings were enhanced. And from that also other things.

So yeah sex is amazing with them.

But also kind of a rare treat given that when they get really excited + their vampire-ism equals broken furniture.

It’s kind of a miracle you arent actually broken.

Emmett laughed at the joke, Jasper and Alice didn’t find it as funny.

Alice and Jasper have a habit of talking either in that annoying vampire speed (especially if it’s about the Volturi or Riley Biers or Victoria or overall someone or something that would worry you)

Or they would have this weird non-verbal communication.

The two have known each other for how many decades? They can basically read eachothers minds by now.

Cue you going: ”Uh, yes hello, human over here, what is going on?”

Other than that you guys are all quite open about everything.

They’d happily tell you stuff about the history.

I mean Jasper had some explaining to do with the whole... army... thing...

And even about the not so happy things.

They like to think of it not like ”oh yes we’re going to traumatize this human for life” but more like ”it’s better she knows this and hears it from us rather than from those dogs.”

Oh by the way, did you like La Push? Too bad, you’re not going anymore.

Okay, that’s a bit overstated.

But you know, they’re extremely wary of the place. And the wolves.

These two can sometimes act as your own personal body guards.

One time this one asshole tried to flirt with you in Seattle, and Alice was this close to snapping his wrist.

And dont even get me started on the silent judging you guys do.

Especially in school.

Because even though they were vampires and could easily hear stuff from accross the room, you were still sort of their first line of defense when it came to gossip.

Everytime something happened, Alice and Jasper were the first to find out.

And when someone who had called Alice weird walked past, you and Jasper would stare them down until they were out of sight.

Alice pretend pleaded you to stop but she actually enjoys it. Just a teeny bit.

They just adore everything you do.

Because they’ve been vampires for so long, they kinda forgot the small things humans do.

Like you just flipped a pancake perfectly on your pan? Amazing.

Or perfectly threw and caught popcorn from mid-air? Show-stopping.

You did what? Filled a small balloon with water and threw it at Edward, completely soaking him with water? Someone get this girl a Nobel prize.

I swear, these two were in awe from the tiniest things they had completely forgotten about.

So usually Jasper does the driving.

Because you and Alice are very passive agressive. Alice more of the type who mumbles under her breath and you the type who honks and yells inside the car as if the other driver would hear it.

But when you weren’t complaining about other drivers you would be teasing Jasper of his southern heritage.

You and Alice purposely googled old southern slang and just used them in everyday conversation.

”Don’t you start with me boy”, said with the most obnoxious southern drawl possible.

Calling Jasper son even though he’s like gazillion years older than you.

”Listen here, son—” and cue a very bad Robert de Niro personation.

It’s contagious and soon Emmett is calling Jasper ”boy” and ”son” ironically.

Also:

“Can you be the yee to my haw?”

“Alice put her to bed please.”

“There’s a snake in your boot!”

“There’s not even snakes here!”

“Saddle up.”

”We’re driving. A car.”

”This ain’t my first rodeo, boy.”

”Alice I beg, not you too.”

You’re pretty sure he secretly likes your jokes. Like at least 50% of them.

Everything is the same except 100 times more chaotic after you’ve been changed.

[domthedevil]

hi could you write a fic where mc is in a poly relationship with the brothers but they're a virgin and the brothers had been placing bets on who will be their first. levi, being the ball of insecurity that he is, didn't believe mc when they told him they wanted him to be their first. their reasoning being that since he's so shy he would they more comfortable and because of his personality he would be much more gentle than what they think the others would be. and could you do it with female anatomy and they/them pronouns? and the genre would be smut. i'm sorry my nd brain focusses on details so much i literally never give small prompts on my requests, you can ignore this if you don't really like it!!

It might be my corruption kink appreciation, but I love virgin!MC and This was perfect! I had plenty to work with and I hope you enjoy. 💋

Be Gentle

Warnings: Levi x afab!mc, loss of virginity

There was no way you would give your first time to him. Levi was experienced, but when compared to his brothers it mattered little. They weren’t filthy otakus like him. It didn’t matter how much you loved him and everyone, he was always going to feel inadequate.

When his brother’s began discussing how to approach you on the subject, Levi instantly threw his usual tantrum of self pity. And when Mammon mentioned that there’s no way an otaku could properly take care of a person’s first time, Levi locked himself away in his room for the rest of the night.

He was shocked, to say the least, that you came to him one night, with flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes, he was shocked when he heard you tell him:

“I want it to be you Levi...I know you’ll take care of me.”

“M-me?”

“I want you Levi...please be...gentle.”

Levi knew it was important that you were sure. And when your lips met his and arms wrapped around his neck, he threw out any doubt he had before. Your eager kisses and tight grip told him everything he needed.

“Levi...”

Your breathy sigh was hot against his ear. Trailing kisses up and down your neck, Levi’s soft touch made you almost tremble. Tracing over your clothing slowly, his hands paid attention to your sensitive areas. Making sure you were more familiar with his touch before feeling his fingers on your naked body. However it only made you want more.

You shifted underneath him, just enough to remove your clothing. And just enough for him to remove his. Though he was in charge, you knew this was the only way to get more of what you wanted. And his hands were eager to give you everything you needed. Pinching and twirling your nipples; Levi made sure to give you the attention you deserved. Moaning against his touch made his own cock stir. He almost wanted everyone else to hear you. But for now your voice was his.

“D-do you like this MC?” Though it was his usual stutter, there was an erotic edge to his tone.

“Yes. L-Levi...” you whined a little as he gave your sensitive peaks one last squeeze before replacing them with tongue.

Every touch made you melt. A warmth was building between your legs. You could feel how wet he was making you. And you wanted more. You didn’t have to ask though, Levi ran his fingers over your wet folds, coating his fingers in your slick arousal. It felt good having someone else’s touch on your virgin heat. And when his two fingers slipped inside you, your entire body tensed. Even your own fingers didn’t feel this good.

As he slowly curved his fingers up inside you, Levi’s other hand began to rub at himself. Your twisted expressions made him lose some of his self restraint. He was determined to seem as cool as possible while he shared your experience. But really he was overly eager to please you. He buried his face into your breasts to help you relax around his fingers. Giving your nipple one last rough nibble, Levi looked over your breathless expression. You looked like you were enjoying yourself.

“L-Levi. I don’t know what do.” Between the quiet moans leaving you, you huffed your words. “Tell me where to touch you.”

“H-here, MC.”

Levi’s soft hand took yours, leading it to his hard cock. You felt the warm, smooth skin and almost purred. He felt soft and firm at the same time. The breathy moans and sighs told you he was enjoying the way you played with him, like an otaku with a new toy. Now both of you were were moaning and breathing heavy. Levi took the chance to kiss you deeply again. Intertwining his tongue with yours as he stealthily slipped another finger inside you.

“Hnnn! Levi. It feels tight.”

“I-I know. But I’m here. I’ll move slow.”

“Okay. I’ll try.”

You did your best to take your mind of the discomfort, kissing Levi helped. His fingers moved in short, slow strokes. He wanted to make sure you knew you could trust him. That he actually is capable of being a great lover. A great boyfriend. But you already knew that. Why else would you come to him for such an intimate and memorable experience?

Your pulsing walls relaxed as he quickened his pace. Letting his fingers do the work to stretch you out.

“I love you MC.”

“I l-love you Levi.” Your heated whisper followed as his fingers moved from within you. “I’m ready. My heart’s pounding.”

“M-mine too.” His smile met yours as he brought his member to your entrance. Rubbing the head of his cock in your slick fluids.“If it hurts. I’ll stop right away okay?”

You nodded as you held out your arms. You needed him to hold you so badly. He pressed his chest to yours as his tip made its way inside you. Still tight, Levi groan slightly as he moved slowly into you. Honestly he could have cum just from that. Your own moan was muffled against his lips. A quick but sharp pain scared you slightly, you couldn’t help a small tear falling from your eye. Arms wrapped around Levi tightly as you whimpered. He made sure to hold you back just as tight.

“MC? Are you okay?” Levi used the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears.

You nodded against his forehead, adjusting to the new feeling quickly.

“You can move. I’m ready.”

Levi was soft and slow, relishing in the warm walls that were feeling this for the first time. His cock was long and curved, hitting deeper than you’d ever been able to finger yourself before. You had to cover your mouth to hold back some of your moans. Though it was foreign, the pleasure followed soon after.

Though his hips were slow, the heat in your core was already building. There was one spot that seemed to make you moan louder. He aimed for that spot within you. Not knowing what to do with your hands again, you held his shoulders as he leaned up to look at you. You both looked into each other’s eyes as his hips picked up speed. The erotic look you made had his hips moving even faster.

“I feel weird Levi...I’m really hot on the inside.”

Fuck. When you say such cute things like that, how can he hold back?

“That’s good MC. Don’t be scared. You’re with me.”

The short breaths and whimpers leaving you told him how close you were. Your first orgasm being penetrated, and it was all his doing. He felt a since of pride as he continued to buck into you.

A shiver ran up your spine, and back down to your toes. You felt almost a snap that left you moaning and crying out loud. Levi watched with worry and arousal as you reached your peak. The way your walls moved around him left him almost a drooling mess.

“I can’t hold on MC. I’m coming.”

Holding you tightly to his chest, Levi drilled his cock roughly into you for what felt like forever. All the spots he was touching before were now being hit in precession. That same heat built in your core, but faster than before.

“Me too. Oh Levi. It’s really good.”

A few more thrusts and he stilled, shakily, inside you. A warm, overflowing sensation filled you up. Levi was filling you up with cum.

“Nnngh! M-MC. So good. I-I felt so good. How are you?”

“I’m sore...but...Levi that felt so great. I don’t think anyone else could have made me feel as comfortable as you.” Levi’s chest filled with pride again, and of course absolute adoration of you. “And I...I love you. Can we do it again?”

Levi had to cover his face a moment. Already he was back to being red faced and stuttering. Of course you would be doing it again.

[b0rista]

— 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄, 𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, & 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐃. ˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: language, because i can't form sentences without using "fuck" every other word JDJD.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i only made this modern because i desperately wanted to include marco to the fullest leave me aloneEffsg. gn! reader, and i went pretty lengthy on this one so beneath the cut is where the headcanons start :)

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓: bearbrickjia on instagram!

by far, the best friend group to have. everyone balances one another out, and it's a perfectly imperfect mesh of teenagers.

there's jean, the group's centerpiece. he's the alpha of the posse, usually working as their own personal line leader whenever they're caught doing something as a group. he'll never admit it, but he's also the dad friend. of course, he's more of a "i wish i never gave birth to you oh my god please leave me alone also i love you" type than the stereotypical dad friend.

there's marco, the glue holding the group together. unsurprisingly, he's the calm, kindhearted support system that balances out the cokeheads, keeping them all sturdy. without a doubt, the group would fall apart without him. they need him, okay!! and by "them," i mean jean and yourself. marco, never change.

following up, there's connie & sasha, the wonder twins. their roles are pretty self explanatory, given their natural rambunctiousness. they're the two that hang out outside of the group the most, for obvious reasons. they're the crackhead siblings that bring life to the group, despite the hot water they typically land the others in. through their antics and their comic relief, they're irreplaceable. still, it's easy to want to strangle them sometimes.

next, there's you! because you're the reader, i won't name any specifics, but you're greatly cherished. you mark your place in the crew through various ways, having a unique relationship with each and every member. when he's in need of a breather outside of his typical nest (AKA marco), jean hits your line. if you're needing any kind of assistance with literally anything ever, marco's there to help. craving some chaos? bitch, connie & sasha have GOT YOU.

the main hangout spot is jean's house, 100%. not only has his mom practically adopted the whole squad, but there's only two people living there, so it isn't crowded. connie banned literally all four of you from his place, lmao. there was too many people there, and his family lives to humiliate him.

the group has this one policy, set down by yourself and jean: four piece maximum. this is directed solely towards sasha, of course, considering her tendency to raid her friends' fridges entirely of any food. if she's ever caught rummaging through a fridge for longer than necessary, it's the home owner's duty to shout, "four piece minimum!"

^ it never fails to startle her 😭. one time, she hit her head so hard on the fridge ceiling at jean's house she had to use a bag of frozen peas to soothe the swelling.

then, she proceeded to eat the thawed out peas. jean gagged.

the inside jokes? endless. all it takes is one word from a single event, and the five of you are losing your shit. it's cute, to be honest, how overzealous you all get from a single instance from months ago.

"ha. heh. hee."

"what is it?"

"ngGhh,, chEDDAR TIDDIES-"

"AHHHHHAGAGSHHDJF-"

if there are any inside jokes formed between two group members that isn't shared with the rest of them, there will be immediate bitterness. one time, you and sasha were giggling to yourselves over some druggie named jerry who'd tried selling baskets of rotten cherries to the two of you during a gas station haul— the boys were not having it. what the fuck were you doing without them, "friends"?

right before starting your guys' senior year of highschool, the five of you were on a group facetime when you all sent your schedules into group chat. due to the scarceness of your soon-to-be-majors, absolutely none of you had any classes together. you had a single lunch period with connie while marco had one with jean, but that was about it. it was,, a dramatic discovery. sasha fucking screamed.

"i have nothing with nobody!"

"calm down, sash-"

"you have lunch with y/n! LUNCH! that's my place, lunch. this is despicable, this is evil, this is a braus hate crime-"

yeah, she didn't take it that well. it's okay, doe. the four of you made a special effort during your passing periods, giving sasha enough of a fix for her to make it through each and every day.

it isn't like the five of you don't hang out outside of the classroom, either!! if you hadn't already made plans during that week, the weekend is where you absolutely thrive as a group. study sessions that always shift into exclusive house parties, lunches spent at your favorite places, the occasional visit to the movie theater, and so on. with a mini crowd like that, it's hard for any of you to get bored.

jean's hopeless crush on mikasa is a big factor in your friendship. when everyone minus marco (because he's an angel) isn't mercilessly teasing him, you're all trying to actually help the fucker score the girl. from talking him up obnoxiously enough whereas she'll hear, or flat out telling her to give him a chance, it's an actual effort. though, it's unfortunately all to no avail. shawty's too smitten with eren to even consider her options.

^ with that being said, the four of you have to give jean the "there are other fish in the sea" scoop more often than you'd like to admit.

group cuddles. that's that.

because he's the tallest and therfore the longest (probably, depending on your height), everybody has a chosen body part of jean's to latch onto during naps. connie has one leg while you have the other, and sasha keeps her head rested on his shoulder. marco's at the very bottom, entangling his legs in your own. somehow, this is heaven for jean. he'll never admit to it, though. as far as any of you are concerned, he HATES IT.

ranking from #1 as the best and #5 as the worst, these are the rated group therapists: ⇩︎

#1: marco. self explanatory, he's an amazing listener and provides supremely good advice. that, and he'd literally rather die than let any of his friends internalize anything they're dying to let loose.

#2: you. really, you're just a lot better than jean or connie. sasha's okay at it, but she's not the best at rationalizing, leaving you at second best. basically, when marco isn't available, you're where the freak shows go. marco goes to you about things, too.

#3: sasha. again, she's just a loT better than the final two. sasha's a sweetheart! she's empathetic, and nonjudgmental. we love her in this house.

#4: connie. also somewhat of a sweetheart, although not as much as sasha. he'll drop a shit ton of humor into serious conversations, making them just a tad bit more tolerable.

#5: jean. look, he's a great friend! however, he isn't all that empathetic, and he'll have some trouble understanding. still, he would try his hardest to make you or the other three feel better :,)).

in a modern universe, i know damn well connie's a half-assed stoner 30% of the time. he doesn't light up all that often, and he doesn't tell anybody about it, even you guys. mainly because marco will grill him for it DJFK. however, you stumbled upon his mini marijuana stash and he was like ahh, shit. you didn't really care doe, his secret is safe with you. you, however, now have DIRT on him.

matching bracelets that you all made for eachother yEars ago but never wear 🥺🥺.

many, many, many poly relationship jokes. only jokes, though. some people take it too literally, which y'all just laugh at.

there's a miniature rivalry going on between you and another nearby friend group: reiner, bertholdt, annie, ymir, and christa. of course, all of you are friends, it's all fun in games— most of the time, anyway. it's a funny rivalry, and you guys go at it quite a bit.

one of your guys' most intense debates is whether or not marco has freckles on his dick.

he,, refuses to show any of you, or even anSweR you.

"you act like we can't just check whenever we use the urinals, man."

"CONNIE-"

now, marco refuses to go to the bathroom at the same time as any of the boys <\33.

the group band? black eyed peas.

[ask-the-riders]

Family trees

I know I posted a couple family trees before for Famine and Conquest, but I thought I'd remake those on an actual site that was designed for that kinda thing (as opposed to using the notepad app on my phone)

Then while I was at it, I figured I'd make some trees for the others too. Just,, y'know, because why not

I know the pink and blue are supposed to be there to show gender, but eh. Yeah, I used them for that, but I also could've made the squares white, too. Which,, I forgot to do, but hey. Might as well leave it as it is

Those are under the cut, along with some explanations for anyone who might have difficulty understanding them at all (which, it's totally ok if you do, so no worries ^^ I had some difficulties with it for a little bit at first too)

*Grey text means that the person has either died or changed somehow

*Solid black text means they're alive

Famine:

The Gaster of his AU was once married to another skeleton named Arial. The pair had two sons, Sans and Papyrus. Arial died in the war against humans, and Gaster eventually remarried, this time to a human named Lila. He and Lila had a son, Tobias, who was a half brother to the other two boys. Gaster eventually died by falling into the core, and Lila was killed and eaten by starving monsters. Years passed, and Sans attempted to kill Tobias. To his knowledge, his younger brother died. A genocide run happened after a while, and that was when both Sans and Papyrus died. Sans was recruited into the group of riders and he became Famine. A while passed, and long after his relationship with Retribution got better, the two started dating

Retribution and Conquest:

He began as Nightmare, while she began as Dream. Together they were born from the tree of feelings. The tree was eventually torn down, and Dream died in an accident. Due to the loss of his brother, Nightmare abandoned his current identity and became Retribution. A while passed and he entered into a serious relationship with Famine. Dream was reincarnated, now a female skeleton named Chimera

Chimera entered into a relationship with Death, and she eventually became pregnant with their son, Mortem. During childbirth, Chimera passed away. Once her soul stabilized and she was recruited into the group of riders, she became Conquest, and she returned to not only her usual job, but also to being the mother she felt Mortem needed. Their relationship began to crumble and fall apart at some point when Mortem was still a baby/toddler, with Death explaining that he'd fallen out of love with her and wanted to move on to find a new partner - which ended up being Geno/Error

*Death was with Geno when he became merged with an alternate Error, and although it took time, the relationship became poly, with both glitches in romantic relationships with Death. Mortem would've been born at some point before War even officially met Death or Geno, back when she was Mal

Chimera (Conquest) and Kali:

Chimera was Dream's first reincarnation. She was born into a normal family, where she had an older sister named Calypso. Their parents were both lost in the war against humans, and through some turn of events, the two sisters were separated. Chimera was adopted by her AUs version of Grillby, who was also left to raise his niece, Glo. When Chimera grew up and died, she became Conquest, but because of the turn her own fate had turned, Calypso abandoned her old identity and became Kali

War:

She began as Mal, the happy little accident child of Error and Necro (produced from their magic after they'd fought, similar to how PJ was born). Necro had adopted a toddler Papyrus from a dying AU and decided to call him Lucky. Mal and Lucky took to each other and were very close, like siblings. Necro was in a serious relationship with Zerif, and Zerif was created by Life. Because Life wasn't sure how to go about taking care of him though, she gave him to Death to raise, and with Geno's help, they raised him together. Mal eventually died in a fight against Error and/or Nightmare, and when she was recruited into the group of riders, she became War. She met her soulmate, Pestilence, and the two entered into a serious relationship after a while. After they'd been together for only god knows how long, they had a daughter, Althea

*Althea hasn't even been thought of yet (as of this moment). She more than likely won't be happening until some point in their future

Death and War's situation (+ Geno/Error):

Death had left his relationship with Conquest by now, though they still worked together to raise their son, Mortem. Because Mal, War's previous incarnation, had practically grown up with Death and was very familiar with him, the two almost acted like family. When she was recruited into the group of riders and first became War, she needed to stay with Death in his home AU while she adjusted to her new aura and fluctuating magic. Through their time together, he started to think of her as his daughter. War had also begun to see him as a father figure of sorts, but she probably would've rather died than admit that. At this point in time, Death had been in his relationship with Geno/Error for quite a while. War knew about his relationship with Geno, but not his relationship with Error. This wouldn't have been the same Error that killed her - this one was an alternate who was stuck sharing a body with Geno

The Error that killed her had two brothers - Geno and Fresh. That Geno had gotten into a quarrel with an alternate version of Error a while ago in his past, and through some accident or series of events, their codes got messed up and ended up merging. It took a while for them to adjust, but eventually, they were willing to put their differences aside and work together to coexist as peacefully as possible. Geno, although he was now sharing a body with an alternate version of one of his brothers, was still Mal (and War's) biological uncle. That being said, Fresh was still her biological uncle, too

Pestilence (since he was a Sans at one point) had a brother (Papyrus) and a father (Gaster), both from his home AU, which was eventually destroyed. Aside from his dead brother and dead dad, he had no other family. That being said, he had no biological or familial ties to anyone in the group of riders. That's partially why I didn't make a family tree for him, with the other reason for me not doing so was also because it wouldn't really have been anything notable? Just a standard Gaster with two sons kinda thing, where all three of them die

And then Abrael (Mishap) doesn't get a family tree either because she has no known family (that I've come up with yet), and because like Pest, she has no biological or familial ties to anyone in the group

Then for any clarification, if it wasn't obvious or stated already: Famine comes from an AU similar to Horrortale, Death comes from Reapertale (or a close variant of it), Pestilence was a version of Sci from some unnamed AU, War was an outcode, Retribution comes from some variant of Dreamtale (as did Dream), Chimera/Conquest came from another unnamed AU, and Abrael came from the standard human world (back during the golden age of pirates, most likely)

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The Truths Found On Petram Viridios IV (3/?)

A/n: this is a long chapter. Hope you guys like it. In this chapter I referenced @hoodoo12 fic Inked

Read Part 1, Part 2

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Chapter 3: Do You?

"Are you having a good time?" he wondered as you were picking at your meal, and drawing faces in it.

"It's been pleasant enough." you admitted; shifting in your seat to sit up properly. "You've certainly made it easy on me."

You appreciated how the time passed so easily with the chemist's want and eagerness for conversation. He was well-spoken, and nothing lacked but whether it was you or your wandering mind, you had the feeling of wanting to go home; to relax on Rick's couch and watch a silly movie, but the night would go on. Intrigued by your earlier statement, V'gha studied you for a moment, not so unlike the way Zeta-7 would. Flexing his thick fingers, and smirking as though he had found the secrets of the universe and not intending on sharing it, he rested his chin on his now clasped hands."Would you care to elaborate?"

"Sure. I believe it's because, despite our differences, you're not so bad. I was worried that you were going to be overly serious, but it's been fun chatting with you."

"Well," he started, "I hope you won't be offended by me saying this, but I thought you were going to be more Neanderthal."

"You know," you giggled. "I get that a lot."

It never occurred to you to expect anything to really happen right now, but through half-lidded eyes, there were flecks of melancholy along with another emotion you couldn't quite detect. It passed quickly as light amusement colored his voice. "Is self-deprecating humor common among your kind? It doesn't matter. You nonetheless contain an intellect that I can only describe as affable. Are all humans this way?"

"I don't know, I can't speak for my kind, but I can speak for myself. I think in my case," You considered with seriousness, trying to refrain from sharing too many details. "it's what happens when you live as I do; close to a mad genius who enjoys his work as much as his garden. No really," you paused, playing around with your cloth napkin. "it's nothing special. I wish I could give you a highly detailed explanation, but I don't consider myself much of an intellectual. I do learn something new everyday. I think that counts for something."

Nodding in agreement, he made an attempt to consume his meal of fried klema paste, but could only manage a small bite as he too gave up on trying to believe it was halfway edible. "If I would've been in my lab, I could've shown you a recipe for a formula that attracts insectoids large enough to feed a family for a month. Even the bitter, old, beetletoids would taste better than what we've been served tonight."

You had a feeling that the meals were chosen by a machine that couldn't determine what would be better; pleasing the taste buds or feeding the vitamin deficiencies; it seemed to be the latter.

"I'm sad to tell you that I don't eat insects or insectoids. Though," you smiled. "I appreciate the sentiment. Where I'm from, you either love them or despise them. There isn't much of an in-between. For my part, I admire them. Like, there's these cute little guy's called roly-polys. They kind of look like little pills and they hang out in dead leaves and stuff. Oh, and don't even get me started on iridescent insects. They're just so beautiful, like living jewels. Too bad I don't have an eloquent explanation to give you."

"Do you mean to say that insectoids or insects as you refer to them, are minuscule creatures where you're from? How fascinating. And stranger still," he gestured at your outfit. "I was just thinking that you appear somewhat iridescent yourself."

He must've been referring to the sequins on your dress which were mildly reflective and multichromatic. "That was the point," you joked readily. "to look as though I could fly away at any moment. At least that's the story I'm sticking with, but don't tell anyone I left my private jet at home."

"Well, it does suit you. Has anyone told you that?"

If he meant either your dress, attitude, or both, then Rick had but you weren't going to tell him that. "No, but thank you."

"Really," he insisted. "I mean it. I…..I can't help but feel as though I know you." Leaning slightly forward, though not so much that it would violate the law, and squinting, he wondered. "Are you sure we haven't met before?"

The multiverse thing was another classified subject on the infinite list of what you weren't allowed to talk about. For all you knew, he might've met another version of yourself or met you in passing in your travels with Rick. "No, we haven't. Maybe I remind you of someone."

Realization struck him, and he dug around in his pockets and pulled out a blank white card. Laying it out on the table, he pressed the corner of it, and it produced a hologram; it was a Salamandrian with vibrant coloring and stripes that made you wonder if they glowed in the dark. "That's why I've been perplexed. You remind me of her; an old colleague of mine."

"She's beautiful."

"Yes, I thought so too. We used to work in the same lab together and were close to a breakthrough which could've assisted with premature aging which my species are prone to, but it wasn't meant to be. We ran out of funding and while working on another project, she collapsed. Before I knew it, she succumbed to rapid aging. Cha'thxa was amiable like yourself and loved to joke around. I believe that's why we were good friends."

"It's always the good ones. I'm sorry."

Replacing the card back into his pocket, he sobered. "It's alright. That was half a lifetime ago, but it's odd how events can trigger these recollections. Thank you."

"For what?"

"For these interactions of ours. It made me feel youthful."

What? Now that couldn't be right. If it hadn't been such an odd thing for him to say, you wouldn't have given a second thought to how he had spoken and carried himself. Really, you thought he was younger than yourself. "How old are you exactly? You don't look mature."

Taking a long sip of his beverage, he admitted with amusement. "Let's just say that the equivalent in human years is roughly 64.322 years old."

"What? No way. I wouldn't have ever guessed, but it shows what I know."

Though you weren't an expert on reptiles either, so how could you have known?

"Would it have really mattered? The only difference it would have made was perhaps in the way you would've treated me. I don't enjoy being treated as though I'm feeble-minded and will collapse at any moment."

"I promise, I wouldn't have."

"If only it were that simple. I've done the same, except I did the opposite and discriminated against someone far younger than I was and believed them foolish, but now that I've seen more of the world, and have familiarized myself with the universe through my travels and mostly through my studies, I realize how wrong I was. These days, I intend to live out the rest of my life to the fullest and to not be ashamed of it. And keeping in mind with that," he paused, ruminating on what he was about to ask. He continued. "I hope this isn't presumptuous of me to ask, but I'd love to invite you to my home planet." And with that winning, sharp-toothed smile, he explained. "Warm bodies are now allowed to visit and I would love to show you my dwelling. I believe you'd enjoy the view of the river. You seem to be the type that would never tire of good company."

It was a shame that he was such a fascinating creature, for you two might've been able to be good friends in a different life. "I do enjoy good company and most likely I would love the river, but under my current circumstances, I'm sorry to say it probably wouldn't be a good idea."

Calmly, he wondered. "Is it because of that human we saw a few hours ago is your mate?"

"Yes," you answered without hesitation. "I would consider him so."

"Forgive me then, for I didn't know, but I should have come to that conclusion." he remarked sheepishly. "You reek of him and your hormones changed every time I asked you about him."

"Look," you sighed, feeling a little embarrassed at the series of events which led up to this. "it's alright. I think it's the guidelines of this event that prevent us from being in each other's presence, but even if it's a crime, I wish he was here. I'm sorry if I acted out of place otherwise."

Giving you a wink, V'gha rose and gently took your hand; not only was it against the law, but against his character. You were going to pull away, but he said in Rick's voice. "Terminate simulation."

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You removed the headset you had forgotten you were wearing. "Oh no, did I mess up again? Would I have died of food poisoning? Dysentery? I swear this is harder than the Oregon Trail."

"N-no, you did alright." he said at first, thoughtfully tapping at charts across his multiple screens set up. "Every time you were presented with a-a challenge, you followed the protocols and procedures just as you were instructed, but it's when you depart the ship which has my calculations going all over th-the place. Gosh, I now realize that it - it doesn't matter which of the guests are assigned as your companion. There is a 33.682% chance that they'd take a romantic interest in you, while there's only a 7% chance of you taking interest in them."

"Ricky, what in the world are you talking about?" You were sure that all of it was simply meant to be a learning experience and that none of it was real. However, considering it was meant to be a realistic simulation, the possibility of romance was there, despite how minimal the chances were. "I thought the reason we were going through the simulation was so that I wouldn't jeopardize the mission. Am I to understand that you don't want me to go because you discovered there's a small chance that a guest or two might fall for me?"

He scratched the back of his neck, wary to meet your questioning gaze. "Gee, I wouldn't have phrased it th-that way. I just....I-I don't like it."

"Oh my goodness," you couldn't help but exclaim. "Rick, are you jealous?"

It was always surprising when he was for it happened so rarely, and when it did you were more flattered then concerned. You continued. "I thought these scenarios always end the same way. You know I only want to be with you, even at the risk of my life. Why these aliens would take an interest in me, I'll never know, but it's cool that the people I'm assigned to are fascinating characters. Doesn't it prove that I'm ready for this mission? I kept the sharing of valuable information to a minimum, and I got along with mostly everyone."

"Gee, I don't know. Y-you're almost ready. However," he pointed at his computer screen. "there are anomalies in some of the earlier models which are concerning. In scenario 3, 7, and 15, the chances of my extermination were 18.475% because I-I allowed myself to get distracted from the mission. In scenarios 17, 19, and 25, there's such a minuscule change that we can forget them altogether. Yet, in the last five scenarios, especially this last simulation, it jumped to 42% and I ended it before things w-would've gone sour. Golly, studying the patterns between them all taught me that you're attractive t-t-to multiple species."

"What can I say, must be my animal magnetism." you teased as you wiggled your eyes brows.

Thoroughly worried, he sighed. "It appears so."

"Come on Ricky," you softened. "I'm only kidding. Listen, why don't you disguise yourself as V'gha, while one of your robot clones handles the mission? Out of all of them, V'gha was one of the nicest. We can knock him out temporarily."

"That could work, but that's highly risky."

"How so?"

"Because staying alive means I-I can't do this."

Wrapping an arm about your waist, the beginnings of a smile were taking place. "For this, I'd get my arms chopped off. It's due t-to the fact that centuries ago a war broke out from a single incident that occurred b-between two rivals who fought for the love of a Milleannos grounds protector whose sole purpose was to guard and tend to the bud that would never bloom in their lifetime. So, this kind of behavior between us is a big no-no. At least as non-royals of Petram Viridios IV." And pressing a kiss to your temple, he chuckled. "I don't know what'd happen to me if I did that, but I-I wouldn't want to find out."

"Do the inhabitants of that planet learn their traditions through tall tales?"

"I-I don't know, but it doesn't seem that far-fetched. It's um - it's possible that over time, they've needed t-to learn sets of skills in order to survive in the once harsh terrain, but seeing how they were able to preserve their culture for hundreds of thousands of years, they must be doing something right. Still, knowing all this, I-I doubt I could keep my cool and stay away from you. Apparently, the simulations tell me the same thing."

"In that case," you softened. "I might have to remove myself from this mission. After all, I don't want you to think I'm trying to woo a few strangers."

"Boy, I-I didn't mean it t-t-to sound that way."

"Of course not, but you told me the truth. And you're entitled to it in some respects. Though, while you spoke of data and calculations, you didn't ask me how I felt. Why not dear? I'm not ashamed to tell you."

Yet, he seemed ashamed to ask. "Did - did you feel anything?"

Smoothing out the lines about his mouth and eyes with your fingers, you confessed. "I felt flattered by their attention, and their company wasn't that bad. I felt……well, like a person in society, who meets and meets dozens of people, and only really takes interest when the conversation is somewhat comfortable and familiar, but I wanted you there to enjoy it too. " Pointing towards the monitors, you continued." If you take a closer look at the data on my brain waves, changes of hormones, and heart rate, then you'll see where my mind and heart truly was. In nearly all of them, I saw parts of you. Not so much physically, but there were personality traits that were so much like your own, I almost didn't feel so lonely. Yet, I never stopped searching for you in them, and in the world around me, in silence, in smiles over knowings, and in reminiscences, hoping you would come and could be in my reach."

Resting his hand atop yours, he sighed. "Th-that explains a few things."

"Does it? I know you were watching as it played out. And don't think I didn't know what you did this time around. I know it was you on that stage, veiled, and far away. Was that also part of the simulation? It…it felt so real. Somehow our souls were closer then they'd ever been."

"I added the possibility of being asked t-to play the Tremen orb bush. When played, it does induce a trance-like state, but during that part of the simulation, I-I tried to keep you calm because y-you were in the beginning stages of a panic attack."

It must've been because of the claustrophobic feeling of being in a chamber. So you hadn't been alone. "Dear, did you hold me and keep me safe?"

"In a manner of speaking. Y-you weren't in any immediate danger, but I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable. So I - I moved my chair over, held your soft hands," he confessed shyly. "and talked to you for a little while. It must've helped for soon enough your vital signs were back to normal."

Yes, he was that sort of man; the kind who'd want to take care of you, and make sure you're alright; who'd give up a day in his garden to spend a dozen ensuring that within dreams you'd live to see another. What did you ever do to deserve him?

"I see. You know Rick, despite not bringing it up, I'm sorry that I had to pretend not to know you."

"That's okay."

He understood, way too easily did he understand. Digital planes with hundreds of foreign figures, blades of grass duplicated to fill in spaces, dreamland feelings which were wisps of real ones, he withstood them all. Slipping in and out of realities were preparations for the real tests which had and would continue to come your way. You admired his fortitude because till now he's dealt with the hardships incurred purposely and accidentally.

"Even if it was potentially part of the mission, and you knew I had to do it, it didn't feel good. How….how could I hide the fact that I have such a wonderful friend? You've been one of the dearest, closest friends that I've ever had."

Leaning down, he touched your forehead with his; releasing a breath you didn't know he had been holding. "El mayor - el mayor obstáculo para el amor es… es el temor s-secreto de no ser dignos de ser amados."

"But you are worthy." you reassured him.

"So I am." he accepted.

"Dear, in trying to protect what we have, lying was necessary. Yet, I don't want to pretend that we aren't anything. I love you too much to do that. I don't have any sign or mark of belonging to anyone, and that could've been one of the reasons there were misunderstandings. With V'gha and the others, I was only being friendly."

"I-I know."

"Even if you know, I'm still going to remind you." Resting a hand on his chest, his nervous heart seemed to dance. "Underneath my hand, lies the kind heart of an emotional, passionate genius, and I wouldn't trade that for anything in the world."

Holding you a fraction tighter, his breath ghosted your cheek. "Really?"

"Mhm."

"Can I-I tell you something?"

"Yeah?"

"Everyday with you is better than the last. If we lived on Venus," he chuckled. "our days would've been 5,832 hours long. That's th-the equivalent of 243 Earth days."

"That's a long time. Hmm," you sighed, relishing in the nearness of him; breathing in the scent which wafted off his sweater and labcoat. You thought to yourself, this is how it should always be. "I wish I could've been born sooner so you wouldn't have had to be lonely. If I could've done that much, I would've been able to repay you. Still, despite my disbelief about our relationship at times, it's one of the reasons I carry the necklace. You know, the one you had given me on that memorable day that you were…" you paused as you felt him sag into himself, pulling away from you slightly as though he were ashamed. You continued on. "on that day when those Guard Ricks came because you were needed on the citadel. I regret that I put you through so much stress that day, but I'm glad you don't resent me for it." Pulling out the necklace, you couldn't help but tear up a little. "I look at this beautiful gift every time I need to be reminded that you always believed in me, adored me, and was part of your world."

"Y-you're not part of it, you are my world."

"And you are mine. There's no way I'll ever forget you."

Though, there was a chance you could or that he could have your memories erased; there were things you weren't supposed to know, but did. There had been stranger cases before, and just in case, you had made copies of your memories. "Why, if you ever have to use that memory eraser thing on me or on yourself, I promise I'll remember for the both of us. So please," you urged, giving him a half-impatient, half-loving shake. "don't think that what we have is so easily broken, because I love you and believe in what we are together."

Neither of you spoke for a while after that, but he gave your hands a good squeeze when he came to a resolution. "What if….what if I gave you a sign?"

"I'd think of an Ace Of Base song," you lightly teased. "and then I'd wonder what you could mean."

Rubbing your back, he said above a whisper. "I mean t-t-t-to say, do you…..¿Quieres casarte?"

"What? Did you just…can you repeat that?"

"D-do you want to get married?"

Pulling away from him, you wondered. "Wait, is this real?"

He nodded. "Y-yes."

"And I'm not in a lotus-eater machine right?"

Smoothing out your hair, he confessed. "N-no, I hope not."

After spending days going through multiple simulations, it was easy to assume that everything wasn't real, and was still part of another simulation within a simulation. You pinched yourself and saw that everything was in place. It's not that you weren't happy, it was just that this was a surprise you hadn't been expecting. For his part, he studied you and found that he liked what he saw and pulled out a little box. "I had wanted the moment t-to be perfect, but I don't think that's possible. I can't…..I don't want to be without you anymore."

"I think I need to sit down for this."

Leading you over to the computer chair, you took a seat while he stood before you; antsy and ready to confess. "Mi corazón, I have wanted to do this for so long, but I - I was too afraid t-t-to ask. I think now, I finally can."

Removing his labcoat, and setting it down, he pushed up the sleeve of his sweater; displaying the tattoo he had gotten a few years ago; a single sunflower with such detail it almost looks three dimensional. If it weren’t for the curve of his arm, it would appear that he took the bloom, shrunk it down, and simply laid it on his inner forearm. "When I got this, I wanted something as beautiful as you with me, always, and - and sunflowers are your favorite. You told me they were the epitome of happiness."

You nodded. "My best memories are associated with them."

"I suppose that still holds true, so I'm going to put my faith in that. To explain, I would like to tell you a few things concerning happiness. Everyday I-I go to work, I look forward to the moment I get to see you when I return. Though, when I come home, and the house is quiet, it's easy to remember that I live alone. However, when I see that the pillows have been rearranged in a way I um - in a way I hadn't left them, or find a mug in the sink, or piles of books that hadn't been read yet, I know I'm not alone; that y-you've been here. Gosh," he sniffled, doing his best not to cry. "when I see your sleeping figure on the couch or in the hammock outside, I think to myself that I want this t-t-to be my life. T-to be our life. You're what's missing in th-the equation to my happiness. When I met you, it's like the sun finally came out and I could finally bloom. We might carry bits of - of happiness, but I-I feel incomplete without you by my side. And I think y-you feel the same."

Taking hold of your left hand, he kissed it and his voice was colored with happiness again. In earnest, he wondered. "So, my beautiful little sunflower, as far as getting married is concerned, do you - do you want to?"

Tbc

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Odd Bet

Archie Andrews x male reader, Maddog x male reader.

This is part 1 of a poly series I want to start if yall like this I will probably get it out quicker. Next part will be more fluff but it will get smutty in part 3.

 On one hand, Archie was such a nice guy, he always wanted to do what's right even at the expense of himself. I bonded with him over our shared love of music. When I told him I was took piano lessons as a kid and could play the keys he told me to start a band with him. Archie and I laughed it off until he heard me messing around with Josie in the music room one day. 

"I heard you singing and playing with Josie, you're crazy talented," Archie caught you by surprise while you read in the school library. Archie pulled a chair and sat next to me first moving the chair a bit closer so we were just centimeters apart. How are straight guys so flirtatious without even trying?

"Thanks Archie, I didn't know anyone heard."

 I shut my book but didn't look at Archie. I could still feel his eyes on me though, which sent a tingling feeling through my body. I can only wonder if he knows how nervous he makes me. There is no way he doesn't realize especially now that he has his arm resting on the back of the chair I'm sitting in.

"I really wanted to come talk to you and thank you again for all the help you give us at the gym, Mad Dog and I couldn't do it without you."

 The mention of Mad Dog did make me smile and I think Archie noticed. I tried to respond quickly to lessen the awkwardness but Archie started again.

 "There is another reason I'm here," He laughed under his breath as if he were nervous, "Dog actually bet me twenty bucks I couldn't get you to kiss me, so if you say yes we could split the money 50/50." 

 I couldn't help but laugh these two are always pulling me into one of their odd competitions. If I'm not judging who can do the most push ups, they're making me watch who can eat the most burgers from Pop's. 

"Okay Archie, but only because I'm getting something out of this."

"Yes, you get to kiss your favorite ginger," Archie said leaning in closer to me looking at my lips. 

"Oh is Cheryl around?" I joked, pretending to look around from my seat. 

 That made us both laugh then Archie's eyes landed back at my mouth again. I decided what I needed to do. I grabbed Archie's chin and pulled him toward me planting a quick peck directly on his cheek. Archie looked slightly confused when I pulled away and then smiled at me. I smiled back and collected my things. 

"I'll see you later tonight Arch. I'll be expecting my cut." Archie was still sat in the chair smiling as I walked away.

 Then there was Mad Dog who's been super protective of me since we met in third grade. Anytime someone would try to bully me Mad Dog was always there to make them back off. Chuck Clayton pushed me down in the hallway once in the fifth grade and Mad Dog gave him a black eye. 

 I couldn't stop thinking about Archie and the library. Why didn't I actually kiss him. I want to so bad. Handling the books at the El Royale for Archie was usually easy but the whole situation was distracting. Next time I have the opportunity to kiss a hot guy I am going to take it.

 As I was leaving the gym Mad Dog was hitting the heavy bag he looked like an ancient greek warrior when he trained. Any person would think he was carved from stone at first glance. He was aggressive but focused. My gaze lingered a bit too long. Mad Dog noticed me and motioned me over to him. My feet carried me, not that I would have protested. His smile widened as I approached. I spend almost every day after school with Archie Andrews and Mad Dog probably the biggest crushes I've ever had. This has to be some sick punishment for something I've done or I am the luckiest gay in the world.

 "So I hear I lost a bet. Was it at least good?" Mad Dog's expression was hard to read.

 For a brief moment the thoughts of Archie and the bet had disappeared. I laugh nervously but notice how he looks straight into my eyes, he must be serious. 

 "It wasn't much, All I did was kiss Archie's cheek." A relieved smirk wiped over Mad Dog's face then he started to laugh. A little confused, I asked what was so funny.

 "I've been feeling jealous all day over a cheek kiss? I knew there was no way Andrews got you to really kiss him in a day." 

 "Why were you jealous?" I wondered aloud.

 "C'mon Y/N, I had a crush on you since we were kids. I did anything to get your attention but you always seemed to want to be alone. I always wanted to protect you but for some reason I could never keep your attention. That's actually how I got into fighting back then I wanted to show you if you were my friend no one could mess with you. Then we drifted apart I started hanging out with some new people ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time then to Leopold & Lolb. Now we're here back in Riverdale, don't you think that means something. We're supposed to be in each others lives and I'm really happy to have you around Y/N."

 I didn't even know how to respond to that. It felt like Mad Dog read my mind and said exactly what I wanted to hear him say to me and more. Mad Dog just looked at me waiting for me to say something but the words just were not coming. I walked toward him closing the distance between us wrapping my arms around him and laying my head against his chest. He held me back and I felt safe in this town for the first time in years. 

 Tears welled up in my eyes and I knew Mad Dog could tell why I wasn't looking up at him. He pulled away just enough to lift my head up toward him. Wiping my tears we stood there for a few seconds. This was all so much to take in first Archie actually expecting and wanting me to kiss him now Mad Dog, my childhood crush, is confessing his feelings for me. In that moment of being held in Mad Dog's arms I remembered what I told myself earlier that day. I placed my hand on the back of his head and pulled his face toward mine, meeting our lips together for the first time. Mad Dog kissed me back it started off slow but quickly became more passionate. It's actually happening not only am I getting my first kiss but I'm kissing the exact person I always dreamed of having it with. The moment was perfect nothing could ruin it. Until Archie cleared his throat.

 "What the hell is going on?"

 

 bonus: Eli Goree