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Sniper and Scout masturbate together, without touching each other. Maybe it's not enough for both.
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It is May of 1964, Medic and Soldier had gone out drinking and then Medic got drunk and gay about it.
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- Part 2 of BiBaR
Bookmarked by onionfieldboy
04 May 2026
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Naturally, when a member of the Red team goes missing for a week, the others worry about him.
And of course, they get especially worried when their loudest and most rambunctious team member comes back utterly silent and antisocial.
No one is more upset however, than his boyfriend.or
Blu Medic nukes Red Scout's brain and the rest of Red are forced to pick up the pieces.
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check it, baby (go hard) by bugbiter
Fandoms: Penny Arcade (Webcomic), Penny Arcade Adventures: On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness (Video Game)
05 Apr 2026
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“Tycho, what the fuck are you–”
Gabe stops; blinks slowly. He’s not exactly sure what he’s supposed to make of what he sees. In front of him is… well, it certainly looks like him, but there’s no way it could be. He’s not that tall, for one, and he’s certainly not that, to use a Brahe-certified turn of phrase, swarthy.
The man– Not-Gabe, he elects to call him –opens his mouth to speak, but no words leave him. In the space, lips slightly parted, Gabe recognizes the familiar silhouette of his crowded teeth. The other man's still got the impacted canine teeth that he himself managed to fend off via modern dentistry.
Maybe-Gabe, he corrects, looks at him; looks at Tycho. In that stare, Gabe recognizes something else familiar, and it twists in his gut, hot and shameful.
The fact that this is the nail in the coffin, the real confirmation of what– or who, rather –he’s looking at, does the opposite of help.
(“What if Gabriel didn’t end up in Underhell after the fall of New Arcadia?”, or, “Is it gay to share your best friend with a version of yourself that is significantly hotter and weirder than you?”)
Bookmarked by onionfieldboy
14 Apr 2026
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December 4th, 1987.
On January first of said year, as he hangs up the new calendar on the wall of their shared bedroom, Jeremy flips to the very end of it and circles that date in red sharpie.
“What’s that for?” Mick asks.
“Don’t worry about it,” Jeremy replies.
He lets the rest of the pages fall, and the subject drops with them.