#I also got some flannel to make pajama pants out of for me and my kids

[atlabeth]

time’s blur - ialwbty au

series masterlist

pairing: luke castellan x daughter of poseidon!reader but this primarily features percy jackson & sister!reader

summary: somehow, someway, you come back.

a/n: wow it has been a while hasn't it!! 148 days to be exact!! im always thinking about these two in the corner of my mind and ive been wanting to write this au since i got an ask about it, originally i was going to do it all as a big long one shot but i just want to get something out lol. and this will give me more freedom to do wte i want with this au instead of just having one big one shot and leaving it. anyways enjoy there is actually some fluff for once but still some emotional damage and there is more to come!! also reader is 19 and percy is 15

wc: 3.5k

warning(s): hurricane dies but she has come back!! told through percy's pov. angst, hurt/comfort, signature percy jackson guilt, but some fluffy sibling moments<3

Percy doesn’t end up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning out of instinct, foresight, or any kind of divine ‘chosen one’ intervention. 

He ends up in the infirmary at 2:29 in the morning because some Apollo kid was hooking up with an Ares kid on the beach, and they found you. 

They found you, not Percy. He didn’t even have a clue until he woke up to Chiron in his cabin.

Percy had had his fair share of rude awakenings over the years, usually because of horrific demigod prophetic dreams, but the expression on Chiron’s face immediately alerted Percy that something was wrong, even through his groggy haze. 

“Chiron?” he rasps, and he sits up as he rubs the sleep out of his eyes. He has to make sure he’s not still dreaming. 

“I’m sorry to wake you, Percy,” he says. “But I need you to come with me.” 

“What’s wrong?” he asks. “Is everyone okay? Is camp okay? Is there an invasion?” 

“Nothing so ghastly,” Chiron says. Though his tone is a bit lighter, it still doesn’t ease Percy’s concerns. “But it does concern you.” 

“Great,” Percy mumbles, and he pulls himself out of bed. Normally he would have the foresight to change, but a part of him is still worried that Christmas has come early and Kronos has already invaded the city. 

So he follows Chiron—with all the sneaking around he’s done since getting to camp, it’s strange to be out this late and not have to worry about being eaten alive—clad in flannel pajama pants, a Yankee’s tee, and Converse he didn’t get the chance to fully lace up. 

“You’d tell me if something was wrong,” Percy says, glancing up at him. “Right?” 

“Of course,” he nods. “I wouldn’t classify this as something going wrong. Just… rather shocking.” 

“Great,” he repeats. “Are you going to tell me?” 

Chiron is silent for a moment, and Percy frowns. “Now I’m really worried.” 

“I suppose it’s best to rip the bandage off,” Chiron says. He stops right outside the Big House and lets out a sigh. “An hour ago, a girl was found on the beach. She looked as if she’d been washed ashore.” 

Percy’s frown deepens. “What? Gods— is she okay?” 

“Yes,” Chiron says. “I checked her over for injuries, but she only had some minor bruises. No water in her lungs, somehow.” 

“That’s crazy,” he says. “How could someone even wash up here? Even with demigods— don’t we have protections against that?” 

“All of this makes me believe there was some… divine intervention,” Chiron says slowly. “Especially with who she is.” 

Percy crosses his arms. “You’re making this sound like a huge deal. Who is she?”

“Percy,” Chiron says, soft but firm, “it’s your sister. Somehow, she’s come back to life.” 

And for a second, all he can do is stare. 

“What?” 

“I could never forget her face,” he says. “Or the presence of a child of Poseidon.” 

Percy shakes his head. “No, Chiron— if this is a joke, it’s not funny.” He huffs a mirthless laugh and looks down at his hands. “And if this is a shitty dream, then it’s really shitty.” 

“Perseus, this is real,” he states. 

He’s still shaking his head. “How can it be real? She’s dead— she’s been dead for years.”

“I don’t know,” he admits. “Mr. D has already gone back to Olympus to figure it out. But if I had to guess, your father decided to meddle.”

He wants to call it a lie. Honestly, he wants to punch Chiron for getting his hopes up about something like this. But deep down, Percy knows he’s telling the truth. 

“Can I see her?” he asks. “Is— is she okay? Does she know who she is?”

“In time,” Chiron says. “I cannot be sure, but it doesn’t look like she remembers anything from her life.” 

Percy shakes his head again. It doesn’t feel real. He’s imagined what it would feel like to meet you since the moment Luke told him about you, but he knew it could never happen. 

But now, all that stands between Percy and his sister is a few doors. 

“I want to see her,” he says.

“Of course,” Chiron nods. “I just need to make sure it won’t mess with her further. This isn’t like Thalia coming back with the fleece—though I have suspicions, I can’t be sure how this happened. It could be a very delicate matter.” 

“As long as it doesn’t hurt her more.” 

Chiron nods again and he opens the door to the Big House. He follows him up to his office door, then stops when Chiron gestures at the couch. 

“I just need to discuss a few more things with her.” 

Percy nods wordlessly and sits down, then Chiron disappears into his office. 

A million things are running through Percy’s mind, namely guilt. 

Shouldn’t he have been the one to find you? 

Maybe it doesn’t make sense, but it’s you. 

You’re his sister. He’s always had a connection to you, even when you were gone—gods, the night after he found out you existed you appeared in his dreams. Percy’s spent almost every moment since he found out about you wishing you were still here, that he could meet you, and when it finally does happen—somehow, because he still doesn’t understand what the fuck went on for this to happen—he’s not even the one to find you? He’s just asleep like every other night?

He huffs a sigh as he hunches over, his forearms on his knees. His leg bounces up and down at a rapid pace, moving his entire body with it, but this is one time he can’t lay his ADHD to rest. He’s more surprised he isn’t up pacing the entire room for the hundredth time. 

If Percy feels like this, he can’t even imagine how you must feel. To come back for seemingly no reason with no memories, after four years in Elysium. 

Luke said you’d been killed by a monster. You were buried like any other person. 

You were gone.

But you just… came back.  

He lets out another harried sigh and falls back against the couch. He’s exhausted, but there’s no chance of him being able to go back to sleep. Not with you around. 

Suddenly, the door opens, and Percy instantly darts up from his seat. You walk out with Chiron and it’s almost surreal.

You look like all the pictures, all his dreams, just older—more mature. He wants to cry and scream and hug you all at once. 

Your eyes widen slightly, and you glance at Chiron for a moment before you focus back on Percy.

“Uh— sorry,” he says, wincing a bit. He doesn’t know how to act around you, not when he knows you but you don’t know him. “I waited for you. I thought it would be good to have someone on the other side.” 

“That’s really nice,” you murmur. “I… I see why. Word on the street is that you’re my brother.” 

Percy nods way too many times. “Yeah. Uh— yeah. We’re both children of—” 

He pauses, his gaze moving past you to Chiron. He has to have explained all this to you, right? 

“Poseidon,” you finish, and you let out a slightly shaky laugh. “Chiron laid out all the basics.” 

“This has all got to be really confusing,” he says. “I remember how lost I was when I first got to camp, and I didn’t even…” 

“Die?” you ask wryly. He nods again. He really can’t finish any sentence around you—he’s so worried of saying the wrong thing and accidentally hurting you. Percy doesn’t know how any of this works.

“It’s strange,” you admit. “I… I lived this whole life before this, and I don’t even remember any of it.”

Percy’s heart clenches painfully. He doesn’t know how he’s going to explain everything to you when you start remembering. 

When you start remembering Luke. 

“Really?” he asks. “There’s nothing?”

You shake your head. “I have my name, but that’s all. And…”

Percy frowns. “What?”

You pause for a moment before you shake your head again. “Nothing. This is just…”

“Weird?” 

You nod with a slight laugh. “Yeah. To say the least.”

“If it makes you feel better, you’re not the first person to come back to life,” Percy says. “Uh, a girl named Thalia used to be a tree before she was turned back into a human.”

You frown. “Wow.”

“We can get to all of that some other day,” Chiron thankfully interrupts. “Percy, will you take her back to your cabin?”

“You’re sure we won’t get eaten by the harpies?” Percy asks. “Aello is out for my blood.”

“I promise,” Chiron says. He glances at you, your frown noticeably deeper, and he looks back at Percy. “Perhaps we should, ah, hold off on this sort of discussion. Until tomorrow, at least.”

“Of course,” Percy says. “Sorry. You must be exhausted.” 

“A little,” you admit. “Apparently coming back to life takes it out of you.” 

“Come back here first thing in the morning,” Chiron says. “We have… quite a bit to talk about.” 

“That’s an understatement,” you murmur. 

Percy smiles a bit, and he gestures with his head for you to follow him. You do, and Chiron goes back into his office. He nabs a bag of ambrosia squares from an empty bedside as the two of you go through the infirmary just to be safe, and when he glances back at you he sees you frowning. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. “Does anything hurt?” 

“You’re a Yankees fan?” you say instead. 

Percy blinks, then he realizes you’re looking at his shirt. “Uh— yeah.” He chuckles. “I’m from New York, and my mom loves them, so…” he tugs at his shirt. “I know you like the Red Sox. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you say. “We can’t all be perfect.” 

Percy can’t help but smile. You died and came back to life, and you remember nothing but your name and your love for the Boston Red Sox. 

“That means you keep up with baseball, right?” 

“When I can,” he says. “We don’t really have technology out here.” 

“Have the Red Sox won a world series since I’ve been gone?” 

“They won last year, actually.”

Your eyes widen and you instantly grin. “Really?”

He nods. “They beat the Cardinals.”

“That— that’s huge!” you exclaim. “Oh my god, they broke the curse and I didn’t get to see it? This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“You know you died, right?”

“And look how well that worked out for me.” You shake your head. “I need to go to the library or something and find some footage.”

“As much as I would love to do that,” Percy says, “we have a few other things we have to focus on.”

You huff and shake your head. “Fine. But as soon as we figure all this out, I’m figuring out some way to see those games.” 

Percy chuckles. “I don’t think anyone’ll deny you that.” 

“Good.” 

Silence settles over the two of you as you walk back to the Poseidon cabin, and Percy just feels awkward. 

He always thought about what he would say to you if he finally got to see you again, and now you’re alive somehow and right next to him and he has no idea what to do. 

“You’re sure you’re not hurt?” Percy finally decides on. “Chiron said you just washed up on shore.” 

“I feel surprisingly okay,” you say. “All I remember is waking up at the bottom of the lake. I thought I was going to drown, so I kicked my way up, and then got to shore.” You shake your head. “Somehow, I didn’t drown. My clothes weren’t even wet. I’ve got to be the luckiest person out there.” 

“You’re a child of Poseidon,” he says. “We can’t breathe underwater so we can’t drown, and our clothes don’t get wet unless we want them to.” 

“Like I said,” you incline your head, “luckiest person out there.” 

“I just don’t get why you’re back,” Percy says. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you are. I just don’t understand how, or why— or why now.” 

You open your mouth to say something, but you’re not able to get any words out before a yawn interrupts it. 

“Maybe that’s a tomorrow problem,” you say. 

“I think you’re right,” Percy says. He opens the door to the camp store and you follow him inside, but you frown. 

“What is this?” 

“The camp store,” he says. “You don’t really have anything, so I wanted to get you some things.” 

You just stare as he starts taking things. “You’re just… stealing?” 

“Just a couple toiletries and some clothing,” he says. “They won’t miss it.” He stashes it all in a Camp Halfblood tote bag and holds it out to you, and though you’re a bit hesitant, you still take it. 

“Thanks,” you say. “We won’t get in trouble?” 

“I think everyone will cut you some slack for a while,” Percy says. “A guy did this for me my first day and it helps—makes you feel more at home.” 

You hum, and this time you open the door for Percy. “Nice guy.” 

Percy swallows the sudden lump in his throat, trying to ignore the chill that trickles down his spine as he realizes the implications of his words. 

“Yeah,” Percy mutters. “He was.” 

Eventually, the two of you get back to the Poseidon cabin. He opens the door for you and you slowly walk inside. 

Again, it’s strange that you’re here. It’s like if a piece of his history textbook suddenly came to life and started walking around—he’s heard so much about you, imagined what he thought would be an impossible meeting so many times, but now that it’s actually happening he doesn’t know what to do. 

And it hits even more as you walk over to a picture of yourself hanging on the wall, surrounded by a myriad of others. 

It’s one of many of you and Luke, him holding you close with an arm slung around your shoulder as you beam at the camera with the brightest smile imaginable. Before Luke got his scar, before you died, before he went off the deep end. 

“I put a couple of your pictures up,” Percy rushes to explain, his throat feeling scratchy, “and a few of your old things. As— as a way to remember you.”

“I love it,” you say, and the tension dissolves in his shoulders when he sees your smile. It really is so much brighter in person. “I— I can’t believe I don’t remember any of this.”

“We’ll figure out a way to get it back,” Percy says. “I promise.” 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you say idly as you continue to take all the pictures in. He can’t imagine what it must feel like to see all these memories of a past life you have no recollection of. 

“I don’t,” he says. “We’re gonna figure it out.”

You’re silent for a while as you keep looking at them. Then you take one of the pictures off the wall, the one of you and Luke at a baseball game. 

“Luke,” you murmur, as if you don’t realize you’re saying it out loud. You blink, then you turn to Percy. “His name is Luke, isn’t it?”

He nods, almost in disbelief. You don’t remember a damn thing about your old life but you know Luke’s name.

How is Percy supposed to tell you what he did? 

You laugh softly as you trail your nail over the edge. “We must’ve been pretty close if I got him to go to a Red Sox game.” You look over at Percy. “Does he go here too?”

After a moment, Percy shakes his head. “He— uh, he used to.”

“Makes sense,” you murmur, and you put the picture back on the wall. “I got the easy way out. Everyone else had to deal with the fallout.”

Percy frowns. “You were killed by a monster. I don’t think anyone considers that the easy way out.” 

“It kinda was,” you say with a shrug. “I— I don’t remember much about it, but Chiron said I was in Elysium. There aren’t any monsters down there, and there certainly aren’t any responsibilities.”

“Well,” Percy sits down on his bed, “I’m glad you’re here. You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined meeting you.” 

You chuckle. “I didn’t know I was so popular.” 

“I’m serious,” he says. “Poseidon is one of the Big Three, and they made an oath not to have kids. I was the only Big Three kid in general when I got to camp—when I found out about you, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to have a sister to talk about all of this with.” 

Your eyes soften, and you lean against his bed frame. “I’m sorry.” 

“What are you sorry about?” 

“I— I don’t know,” you say with a slight laugh. “I just feel bad that I couldn’t be there for you.” 

“You’re already doing a pretty good job at being a big sister,” Percy says wryly. 

“Thanks,” you say. “You’re doing a pretty good job at being a younger brother.” 

Percy laughs and smiles, and you smile too. He’s beginning to understand what Luke always said, about your presence embodying warmth. He’s only been around you for a few minutes and he already feels better. 

“I’ve never had a brother before this,” you say. “So there might be a couple speed bumps.” 

“We’ll get through them together,” Percy says. “Besides, I… I kind of always considered you my sister. Ever since I found out about you, even though you were…” 

“Dead?” you guess, and he winces. You chuckle a bit. “It’s still weird for me, too. Can’t imagine what it must be like for all of you.” 

“Weird,” he says without really thinking. “Really weird. But I’m thankful that you’re back.” 

You smile. “So am I, Percy.” 

You let out another yawn, and you sit down on the bed across from him. “God, what time is it?” 

Percy glances at the clock in the corner. “3:34.” 

You whistle. “I really chose a great time to come back, huh?” 

He chuckles, and he kicks off his shoes as gets up to turn the lights off. “I think some sleep would do us both some good.” 

You nod and do the same. As you lay back, one hand behind your head, you continue to look around the cabin. 

“Are these your band posters?” 

He shakes his head as he sits back down. “They’re yours, actually, but you’ve got good taste. I love Pearl Jam.” 

“I used to have good taste, you mean,” you say wryly. 

“Hey,” he says. “I meant what I told you. We’re gonna get your memories back.” 

“How are you so sure?” 

“I’ve done a lot of impossible things,” Percy says. “And so have you, from what I’ve heard. It’s kind of the Poseidon kid way, honestly.” 

“You’ll have to teach me some things, then.” 

“And when you get your memory back, you’ll have to do the same,” he says. 

You smile and nod. “Deal.” 

Percy smiles too, and he lays down. “You really should try and get some sleep. Chiron wasn’t joking when he said we have a lot to talk about.” He huffs a slight laugh. “Whatever the reason is for you coming back, I guarantee there’s gonna be some people upstairs that are mad about it.” 

Your eyebrows rise. “Upstairs?” 

“Olympus,” he says. “The gods don’t really like things happening out of their control.” 

You hum, and for a moment there’s nothing but silence and the sound of both your breathing. It’s a little strange having someone else here other than Tyson, but he’s thankful for it. 

“What’s gonna happen to me?” you ask. There’s an edge of fear in your voice, and Percy frowns. 

“Nothing.” 

“Don’t lie.” 

“Nothing is going to happen,” he repeats. “I’m not going to let anything happen. The gods have already messed with your life enough—they don’t get to do it again.” 

Percy half-expects to hear the sound of thunder echoing across camp, but the silence continues. Maybe Zeus isn’t listening in on him for once, or maybe he just expects the disrespect at this point. 

“I really am the luckiest person,” you say. “I’ve got someone like you looking out for me.” 

“You were looking out for me when you were gone,” he says. “You might not remember, but I could feel it. So I’m just repaying the favor.” 

Again, silence. It’s temporarily interrupted by the sound of sheets shifting, then you speak. 

“I’m really glad I got to meet you, Percy,” you murmur. 

He can’t help but smile, and he tries to ignore the tears beginning to spring in his eyes. He has no idea why you’re back—no idea what this could mean. Maybe your dad did bring you back, maybe it’s a bizarre case like Thalia, maybe you play a part in something that they don’t even know about yet and it's nothing but bad news.

But for once in his life, Percy’s not going to question it. 

You’re alive and you’re here. 

For now, that’s all he needs. 

“Me too,” he whispers.

[unclewaynemunson]

After Eddie and Max were brought into the hospital, the waiting room was packed with people. But as time passed by, it got quieter. One by one, worried parents came by to pick up their kids.

“Are you sure you don't wanna come with me?” Robin asked Steve when her mother arrived.

Steve nodded. “Go home, Rob, it's okay. Just wanna make sure Max's mom and Eddie's uncle get here.”

She shot him a worried look, but she knew him well enough to recognize when she wouldn't be able to persuade him – and Steve in turn knew that there was no way Mrs. Buckley would leave the hospital without Robin, after all that had happened that night.

So Steve stayed and waited with Lucas in Max's room for Mrs. Mayfield. When she arrived, he decided to give them some privacy and wandered over to Eddie's room a couple of doors down the hall.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if Eddie would already have returned from the operation room – and if so, if it would be good or bad news waiting for him on the other side of the door.

He swallowed. Waiting motionlessly in the corridor wouldn't change what he'd find. So he raised his hand and slowly pushed the door open.

Eddie was inside, leaning against a pillow in his bed. He was as white as the sheets around him and he had large stitches in one of his cheeks, but other than that, he looked – alive.

“Eddie,” Steve breathed out while an overwhelming wave of relief washed over him.

It was only then that he noticed the other people in the room and stopped in his tracks.

Eddie's uncle was sitting at his bedside, wearing sweatpants and only an undershirt underneath his denim jacket. He looked exhausted, but just as relieved as Steve felt.

But that wasn't what had sparked Steve's surprise. No, the thing that Steve couldn't make sense of, was the man who was sat in the chair next to Wayne Munson. It was Steve's old middle school science teacher, Scott Clarke. He was dressed in a plaid flannel that seemed more Mr. Munson's style than his own, buttoned askew on top of a pair of striped pajama pants.

“Mr. Clarke? What are you doing here?” The question tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself.

“Who are you?” Mr. Munson asked Steve before Mr. Clarke could say anything. It sounded defensive on the verge of being aggressive, but Steve couldn't really blame him for that, considering what the majority of Hawkins currently thought about Eddie.

“Steve Harrington,” he said, holding out his hand.

The lines on Mr. Munson's forehead deepened.

“He's my friend,” Eddie said. His voice sounded hoarse and weak, but Steve still felt a rush of warmth course through his whole body because of the words he said. “He saved my life.”

“Oh.” Mr. Munson's eyes widened slightly and he finally took Steve's hand. “Wayne Munson. Eddie's uncle. Pleased meetin' ya.”

“It's good to see you again, Steve,” Mr. Clarke remarked. “You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you.”

“I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Clarke,” Steve noted, still trying to make sense of what exactly his old science teacher was doing in this room.

“Uncle Scott is also my uncle,” Eddie explained.

Steve looked back and forth between Mr. Munson and Mr. Clarke, trying to find any kind of resemblance between the two of them.

“You're brothers?” he couldn't help but ask, unable to keep the astonishment out of his voice. He would never have guessed that those two men were related to each other.

“Steve, no...” Eddie's voice was almost a whisper and had an undertone of something that sounded an awful lot like exasperation. Steve knew that tone all too well; he had never been good at restraining himself from asking stupid questions, after all.

He noticed how the two men exchanged some kind of meaningful glance with each other.

“Um, I think we should go get some coffee, Wayne,” Mr. Clarke said. “Leave the boys to catch up.”

Mr. Munson nodded, but before he got up, he looked at Eddie. "You'll be alright?" he asked, a worried frown on his face.

Eddie nodded. "It's fine, Uncle Wayne." He said it softly, like he was trying to reassure his uncle, and only after Eddie gave him another emphatic nod, Mr. Munson started following Mr. Clarke out of the room.

Just when Steve realized Mr. Clarke must be Eddie's uncle from his mom's side while Mr. Munson had to be his dad's brother, Wayne let his hand linger on the small of Mr. Clarke's back. It was a tiny moment, that only lasted a second right before they went through the door, easy to miss if one weren't paying close attention. But it was still enough for Steve to understand the exasperation in Eddie's voice and the unease on his uncles' faces. That one touch told Steve all he needed to know: there was this casual, easy kind of intimacy behind it that only long-term partners shared. He had seen his parents act like that, and Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair...

“No fucking way,” he breathed out at the moment the door quietly shut behind Mr. Munson. He turned back to Eddie with wide eyes and his jaw dropped.

“Your uncle is – and he's with Scott Clarke?”

Eddie's jaw clenched. “You got a problem with that?”

In his pure astonishment, Steve barely even registered Eddie's question.

“That's impossible!” he all but exclaimed. “Here – in Hawkins? How?!”

Eddie looked slightly past Steve's face, to the bare white wall behind him. “Jesus Christ, Steve,” he said. “You've seen dozens of hell monsters and walked through an alternate dimension to fight an evil sorcerer, and this is what you decide is impossible?”

“Well, it is,” Steve stubbornly said.

He remembered how he once felt about his teammate Thomas, back in his freshman year, remembered the ache in his chest exactly because of how impossible it was. He remembered Robin talking about Tammy Thompson in that bathroom stall filled with the scent of their puke. But Tammy Thompson is a girl, he had said, in his instinctive and perhaps naive confusion - not because he deemed it impossible for Robin to feel that way about a girl, but because up until that point, he had deemed it irrelevant. He knew better than anyone that those kind of feelings would flare up from time to time around certain people, but as far as he was concerned, it didn't matter. There was no way to act on it, no point in lingering on something that was impossible to have anyway.

“They've been together for over a decade,” Eddie said. His voice suddenly lacked its usual warmth; a warmth that Steve had gotten used to over the past few days; a warmth that left a weird feeling of loss behind in Steve's chest now that it wasn't there. “They make each other happy. They don't hurt anyone with it. So don't fucking tell me it's impossible, man. They love each other, and if you're gonna be a dick about that, I'm gonna have to kindly ask you to fuck the hell off.”

“Woah, woah, woah, wait,” Steve hurriedly sputtered. “I'm not – I didn't-” The words got stuck in his throat, somehow. He didn't quite know how to explain the storm that was raging inside of him, the many emotions he felt upon discovering that there were two men happily sharing their lives together, who lived in the same town as he did. Two men who were just like him, who had figured out a way to not hide away, who had somehow found their way to each other, and who had fallen in love without it being something they needed to repress.

“I didn't know – that it could be like that,” he finally managed to stutter. “I never even imagined a future like that for myself. I didn't know – I thought we were just supposed to pretend like those parts of ourselves don't exist and marry a woman. I never met anyone who did it differently.”

Finally, Eddie averted his gaze to look at him again. His eyes were a little bit wider and he was staring at him so intensely that Steve felt something stir deep in his stomach.

“Stevie,” he said, his voice quiet and so much warmer than before in a way that sent a shiver down Steve's spine. “Jesus, I'm sorry, I had no idea. I thought you were saying..." He cut himself off and inhaled deeply, slightly shaking his head. "Listen, man, there's always a choice. I'm not saying it's easy; my uncles have to hide a lot of what they mean to each other when they're in public. They're risking Scott's job, and maybe even a whole lot more if the wrong people find out about them... But there is always a choice. They're much happier together than they would've been if they had chosen to hide and marry a woman, or if they'd spent their whole lives alone.”

Steve had to take a moment to let Eddie's words sink in. Eddie merely kept looking at him, not making a single sound, patiently waiting for him to get his thoughts straight again.

“Are there more people like them, here in Hawkins?” Steve finally asked.

“Not many,” Eddie answered. “Most people who are different move to the bigger cities, where you're a bit more free to be yourself. But they're friends with this lesbian couple who lives a few streets over. And they know some people in Indy, but Wayne refuses to move there. He's too much of a small town boy, he says.” Eddie rolled his eyes at that last part, as if he could in no way comprehend the thought of preferring Hawkins over a big city like Indianapolis.

But Steve did comprehend it. Hawkins was his home. Even after everything that happened to him here, it was where he belonged. It was where everyone he cared about was. He wasn't naive, he knew that that was bound to change at some point, but he had never dared to dream about going someplace else himself. He had never even dared to dream about being someone else. Yet here he was, sitting at the bedside of a boy whose eyes he hadn't stopped thinking about for days.

Maybe it was about time to change his perception of what was possible and what wasn't.

“I know one person who's like – like me,” he admitted. He wanted to tell Eddie about Robin. He knew that there was nothing to worry about – but he also knew it wasn't up to him to share her secret. “I don't know if this is a weird idea," he continued, "but maybe we could all, like, get together sometime. Your uncle, mister Clarke, their lesbian friends...” The idea of it made him feel weirdly excited. He couldn't really imagine what it would be like, to spend a whole evening surrounded by people he had this one thing in common with.

“Not a weird idea,” Eddie told him, that soft look still shining in his big brown eyes. “Sounds awesome, actually.”

“If we do something like that...” Steve hesitated for a moment. “Would you be there too?”

Despite the stitches in his cheek, Eddie managed to smile, dimples and all. He raised a pale hand and pulled a strand of his hair across his face, like he was trying to hide something written on the skin around his lips. “I thought that was obvious,” he said with a chuckle.

Steve chuckled as well. “Just needed to be sure,” he admitted.

He stretched out his hand and put it on top of Eddie's, where it was resting on top of the sheets. It only took a few seconds: he gently squeezed Eddie's hand, then pulled back again, still nervous and not quite knowing what exactly they were headed towards. But no matter how short, the touch still sent sparks through his whole body.

“I'm glad you're alive,” he said, softly.

Eddie's smile became just a little bit wider, and a faint blush colored his pale cheeks. “Me too, big boy. Believe me, me too.”

(I wrote this bc this post by @boldlyvoid refused to leave my brain for literal months)

[honeytama]

Take Me There

Nick Folio x Fem!Reader

A/N: Have been in such a Folio mood lately and could not stop thinking about this scenario. Enjoy!

Summary: Your boyfriend, Nick, is riding to Florida with his friends while you’re stuck at home. While you’re missing your sexy biker, maybe bringing up a fantasy to him while he’s alone will cheer you up?

Content and Warnings: Established relationship, smut 18+, switch Folio, masturbation, JOI (jerk off instructions)/phone sex, the helmet stays on…

Word Count: 3k

Tag List (for all works): @thisbicc

“Baby, call me whenever you need me,” Nick wraps an arm around your waist and presses a quick kiss to your cheek before stepping toward the door with his helmet in hand. “I promise I’ll answer wherever I am.”

“I will. I love you,” you say sweetly as he steps out of your shared place.

“I love you!” He yells, his voice muffling as he pulls the front door closed behind him.

It’s early, the sun not having come up yet, and you stand alone in your house with sleepy eyes and pajamas. Nick’s gone and you’re already missing him.

Heading back to bed, you splay out on both his and your sides soaking in the warmth he’s left behind and stuffing your nose in his pillow. The scent of his leftover hair product and shampoo makes you melt away.

Nick would be gone for a few days on a motorcycle trip with a couple of guys from his motorcycle club riding down to Florida. You’re used to him being away, but this time it feels different. You wanted so badly to ask him if you could tag along and make it a vacation for the two of you, however you knew how much he missed having his freedom. He’s constantly talking about the trips he wants to take with his buddies and as his girlfriend, you don’t have the heart to ever take him away from those; especially when he gets so giddy and talks so dreamily. 

Also, Nick’s promise to pick up the phone isn’t a new one, you’re constantly texting him and talking to him while he’s on tour or at festivals. You really can’t bear to go one day without hearing his voice.

—

Your phone buzzes while you relax on the couch that afternoon with a book. Pulling it from the cushion, you eagerly anticipate a message from him. Your face lights up at his name on your screen.

Folio ♡: We’re at a gas station. Over halfway there, can’t wait to send you pics from the beach tomorrow.

Now knowing he’ll have some time to talk, you press the call button. He answers almost immediately.

“Hey, baby! I just filled up… Just waiting for the guys,” you can hear his toothy smile through the call. “How’s your day so far? Missing me?”

Nick has a system in his helmet that allows him to answer your call without taking it off. No one can hear the sounds coming from it, whether it’s music or voice calls from his friends on the road. However, if he’s too loud, the helmet can’t muffle his voice enough allowing everyone around him to hear what he’s saying. 

“It’s going well. I’m just reading on the couch waiting for the day you come home,” you giggle. “But, don’t worry about me, Nick, have fun, okay?”

“Okay, okay,” he sighs. “You’re on my mind, still. I hope you know that.”

“I do. I’m thinking about you, too,” your empty hand finds itself on your lower stomach. Lazy, yet sensual circles are traced on your skin over the thin material of your top. Nick is probably thinking innocently, but you can’t help but imagine how he looks in his riding gear. Flannel, leather vest, boots… “By the way, how are the leather pants I got you working out?”

He looks down at his legs as he sits on his bike, reminded of when you shared with him your intrigue over sports biker’s leather. You got him a pair of leather sports pants with knee pads telling him it was for his safety, but secretly, he knew it was because you wanted to see what he would like in them. 

He smirks before answering, “I like how they look, but my junk is being destroyed. I think it’s because it’s my first time wearing them. I’m gonna go into the gas station to change into jeans after you hang up.” He chuckles. 

You cross your legs, squeezing your thighs together for purchase. Why did he have to bring his junk to mind? Now, you’re really thinking about him.

“Well, maybe before you change,” you say slowly. “You could readjust yourself? Maybe it’ll help?”

Little do you know, he’s half-hard beneath the fabric of his pants just from the sweet sound of your voice, his cock straining against his zipper eager to be released.

Nick takes a peak over his shoulder, to the left and right, before grabbing his groin and massaging the velvety black leather hoping the movement will be enough to readjust his cock to the side of his thigh. 

“Fuck,” he hisses in your ear. “Baby, I can’t believe you have me touching myself in public.”

You hold the phone away from your face, giggling into your hand. Teasingly talking into your phone again, “Do you feel better, Folio?”

“Still hurts,” he groans into his microphone. “I bet you’re just imagining my hand wrapping around myself, huh?” He laughs softly.

“Mhm,” you hum in his ear. “Go change into your jeans, baby,” you coo. “Can’t have the new pants wrecking you before you get back to me.” 

You hear Nick say something under his breath, “Oh, my God.”

“You can try breaking the pants in more on your ride back,” you suggest.

“Are you teasing me because I left you behind, Y/N?” Nick asks curiously, you can hear a sly smile creeping behind his question.

“Nuh-uh,” you giggle. “Just having fun with you. I’ll call you later tonight when you’re finally at your hotel.”

“I’ll be expecting it,” he huffs, already exhausted with your little game. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” you hang up and stuff your phone back into the cushion to return your book.

Nick will do whatever you ask him to in the bedroom. Anything you want, you get; whether it’s to have his hands around your throat and to spank you until you scream or to let you ride him until he’s a puddle of a man, whimpering with each grind of your hips.

He makes you feel like the only girl in the world, and you plan to show him just how special he is too.

—

Nick has settled into his hotel room alone. The plush, king-sized bed calls to him as he’s dressed down to deep gray cotton shorts, crew socks, and a Bad Omens merch tee. 

You’re also in bed having eaten dinner and winding down for the night in your pajamas. Propped up against your pillows, you text him eagerly, hoping he’s in the mood to play some more of your game.

You: Hey, baby. Did you make it safe? Are you settled in?

Folio ♡: Yeah, I’m in bed. Gonna go to sleep soon and then to the beach in the morning

Folio ♡: Still thinking about the little stunt you pulled earlier today

The message makes you squirm on your sheets. You want to indulge yourself and stuff your hand into your bottoms, but tonight is about him. 

You: Can you do something for me?

Folio ♡: Anything

You return his message with a sly smile.

You: Put your helmet on

Folio ♡: Y/N

You: Please!

You: And take your shirt off if you’re wearing one

You wait a few minutes before he texts back.

Folio ♡: 1 Attachment

He sends a photo of himself under the soft, yellow light of his bedside lamp leaning against the quilted headboard of his hotel bed. His matte black helmet adorns his head and even with the reflection of his phone and pristine hotel room in the tinted visor, you can see his dark eyes staring you down. 

You giddily bite your finger at the sight of cheeks slightly squished inside and neck tattoo peeking through the bottom. 

Folio ♡: For my little freak

You press the call button and he answers through his helmet after a couple of seconds.

“Nick?” You coo through your phone mic.

In bed, he tilts his head, leaning into your voice as if you’re there singing his name in his ear. He ignores how the speakers of his helmet warp your voice just a bit. It’s just you.

“Y/N,” he replies breathily. “What are you up to?”

“I’m just in bed—,” you start.

“No, baby, what are you up to? Why am I wearing my helmet?” His tone urges you to confess assuming your plans are nefarious.

Wiggling your feet on the soft sheets, you smile against the phone pressed to your cheek. “Oh, I just think you look so good in it,” you spit out quickly. “No other reason… By the way, are you comfortable?” 

“I knew it!” His voice comes through your ear excitedly. “I knew you had a thing for my riding gear... And, yes, I’m comfortable?” His tone changes back to inquisitorial.

“Good.” Time to begin, you think. “I should have told you sooner, but yeah, I like the idea of you in your riding gear. I have a fantasy I want to tell you about.”

“I already assumed after you begged me to wear the leather pants for this trip and me in my gear on my last trip is your lock screen…,” he crosses his arms over his chest, listening to you intently. “Go ahead and tell me. What’s going on in the freaky little head of yours?”

“So you know what it does to me, then, huh?” You sigh softly. “Imagine it with me,” you coo. “We’re on the road together. Just you and me on your back as we ride through the middle of nowhere. I have my arms wrapped around your waist and maybe I get bored because we’ve been riding for so long, so my hands start inching lower, down your stomach, towards your groin—,”

“You’re gonna make us crash,” he interrupts you, chuckling through your speaker. 

You roll your eyes. “Patience, baby, it’s called a fantasy for a reason,” you smile and continue. “Your cock hardens as I fondle you over your jeans as we’re going 80mph alone down a country road. Your hands caress my thighs at your side and your bulge presses against your leather seat, but it just isn’t enough to get you off. You can’t keep riding with me safely while you’re turned on and distracted, right?”

“No, I can’t,” Nick sighs dreamily before clearing his throat. “How do you come up with things like this?” His voice is soft now as he submits to your fantasy.

“I like daydreaming about things I want you to do to me. Are you getting hard, baby?” You ask, tilting your head teasingly as if he can see you.

“Yeah,” Nick doesn’t even realize that his breathing has got heavy; his heart rate speeding up at the crude thoughts you're inserting into his mind.

“Tell me how hard you are,” you push him. Your empty hand soothingly brushes over the tops of your thighs anticipating his response.

“Hard as a rock,” he groans. “Keep going, baby.” Nick curls his toes anxiously wanting to pull his shorts past his hips, but he suspects you’ll be the one to let know when he’s allowed to.

“Good. You pull over to the side of the road and ask me to get on my knees in the dirt—,” 

“What are you wearing while on our ride?” Nick's hands roam over his chest and lower stomach searching for something to do before he can fuck his fist.

“Whatever you want me to wear, baby,” you coo. A relishing grin grows on your face as he feeds his own imagination. You fidget with the hem of your pajamas happily.

His breath catches as if he’s thinking through his favorite pieces of your wardrobe. He hums satisfyingly before answering, “You’re wearing some of those see-through tights and a little, black leather skirt.”

“Mhm,” you agree with his addition to your story. “I’m on my knees unzipping your jeans. I’m pulling them and the band of your underwear down just enough for me to hold your hard cock in my hand,” you pause. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Please,” he begs into your ear. “Tell me what to do.”

“Glide your hands down your stomach until you reach your waistband. I want you to feel how soft you are to me,” you instruct. “Then, pull your shorts down your thighs, okay? Don’t put a hand on yourself just yet.”

Nick follows your instructions to a tee. Guiding his fingers over his bare, tattooed stomach, he brushes his palm lightly over the hardened print in his shorts before pulling them down his toned thighs. 

“Lift your helmet and spit into your hand, baby,” you tell him and he follows suit.

Pulling up the bottom of his helmet, you hear him spit into his palm before placing it back on. 

“Imagine me taking you into my mouth,” you say in a low tone. “Slowly, wrap your fingers around your tip.”

Nick brings his forefinger and thumb over his tip gently pushing the two down slowly over his cock while imagining your soft, plush lips taking him in. He sighs in contentment at his first real touch of himself all day since you taunted him at the gas station that afternoon. 

“Do you want me to take you all into my mouth? I’ll let you fuck it,” you talk sweetly into your phone. 

Your words seem to flip a switch in his demeanor. “If I had you on your knees, baby, then there’s no way we’re getting home without me grabbing the back of your head and thrusting my hips into your face,” he’s hissing into your ear rabidly now.

“Do it, Animal,” you taunt him.

“You little—,” he scoffs at your use of his club nickname. Nick eagerly wraps his hand around his shaft, coating himself in his fluids imagining it’s the deep wetness of your mouth around him. 

“I wish I could see how much pre-cum you’ve leaked. Love the way it beads out of you, baby. It tastes so sweet too. My favorite part about being on my knees for you,” you sing into his helmet.

Nick rolls his thumb over himself gathering the clear, dripping liquid from his tip, and mixes it with his saliva. His eyes roll back into his skull as he strokes himself quickly.

“Are you gagging on my cock, Y/N?” He asks, still stuck in the fantasy you’ve described for him. “Need your spit dripping down your chin for me. Need to see your pretty eyes filled with tears.”

“Yes,” you melt to his words and clench your thighs together. He wouldn’t mind if you brought your hand down your pajama bottoms, too, right? You set the call to speaker and place it next to you before beginning to rub satiating circles over your clothed clit imagining him pleasuring himself alone. “Keep going.”

He grunts through the speakerphone. “So close, gonna cum in your mouth,” he announces. “Swallow it.”

You hum slyly at his words, “Don’t you want to cum in my pussy?”

“Fuck, yes,” he moans while slowing his hand, edging himself off his orgasm.

“You pull my lips off of your cock and ask me to stand. You're such a sweetie for rubbing the dirt off my knees,” you giggle.

“You’re welcome,” he chokes out with a laugh. “Then what?”

“Then, you’re not so sweet. You push my hips first into the seat of your bike, folding me over it until my pussy is right at the height you like,” you describe.

“Gonna rip your tights open around your cunt and pull your skirt up over your hips,” he asserts, continuing the fantasy for you. “I’ve always wanted to fuck you over the side of my bike.”

“You’re doing so good, Nick,” you praise. “Now, slide in and fuck me.” 

His gruff moans come through your phone disgustingly as he thrusts his hips into his curled fist. You’re glad you and him don’t live in an apartment or else your neighbors would hear the filthy things spewing from his lips. 

“Take my cock. Take it all.”

“Feels so good. Love you wrapped around me.”

“Your pussy was made for me.”

“Do you want to cum, Animal?” You ask him sultrily.

“Yes, fuck, yes, please,” he whines. “Gonna coat your insides.”

“Cum for me, then,” you instruct.

“Oh, shit,” he moans loudly and bucks his hips into his slick fist as he comes undone. Ropes of his cum coat his stomach until he's spent and the rest spills over the thumb wrapped around his tip. Your name continuously falls off his lips in different tones: dreamily and roughly.

As he comes down, he shakily breathes through your speaker and his breaths gradually turn into soft laughter in disbelief at the experience you’ve put him through. “That was amazing. Did you get off, too?” He asks hopefully. 

“Thank you for entertaining me,” you smile while picking the phone back up to your ear. “I was touching myself a bit,” you admit to him. “But, I’m going to use my toys once you nod off to sleep.”

“Now, that’s payback for me leaving you behind,” he scoffs with a laugh. “You have no idea the things I’m gonna do to you when I get back.”

“Can’t wait for it,” you say slyly as your fingers brush over the wet spot you’ve made through the material of your pajamas. 

“I’m never leaving you at home again.”

[hippiegoth97]

Wild and Untamed Things: Steddie x Reader Pt.3

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Description: You come home to Steve and Eddie after a long day at work. They cook you your favorite meal, and Eddie has a special surprise to commemorate the year and some change that you've been together. Afterwards, you have some extra special fun with the two of them in the bedroom...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: female reader, Bisexual!Steve Harrington, Bisexual!Eddie Munson, swearing, smut, smoking, threesome activities, LGBTQ+ references, polyamorous relationship, bondage, fingering, oral sex, sex toys, squirting, voyeurism/exhibitionism, anal sex (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, double penetration, choking, dirty talk, spanking, praise/degradation, fluff, light crying

Word Count: 11.9k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Wild and Untamed Things Pt. 3

"Oh, boys! I'm home!" You call out into your apartment after returning home from a long shift at the diner. You can hear AC/DC playing in the kitchen, Eddie and Steve must be working on dinner. You put your purse and keys down, slipping off your winter jacket to put on the hook beside the door. You step out of your shoes, and skip down the hall to meet them. "What's cookin', good lookin'?" You quip as you enter the room where your handsome men have been waiting for you.

"We're making your favorite, sweetheart. How was work?" Eddie asks, turning his head to look at you from the stove. He's wearing your frilly apron over his pajamas, flannel pants and a black tank top. His hair is up in a messy ponytail to keep it out of his face while he works. He stirs chunks of chicken in his special zesty sauce across a large pan, and the aroma of lime, cumin and honey hits your nostrils immediately.

"Ooh, chicken burritos? We haven't had those in ages!" You squeal, rushing over to him to plant grateful kisses all over his neck. "And to answer your question, work was long, and boring, and all I could think about was comin' home to my loves." You say sweetly against his skin, looking over to see Steve cutting fresh veggies at the kitchen table. He's also in rather relaxed fashion, gray sweatpants, his wire-rimmed glasses, but no shirt. He can never resist the opportunity to show off his beautiful body. "Hey there, Stevie. Need some help?" You offer, noticing moisture forming in his eyes from cutting up a red onion.

He meets your gaze with a smile, shaking his head. "No, babygirl. You've worked more than enough for today, we've got this handled." He scrapes the diced onion into a small bowl, moving on to the tomatoes. "I could do with some kisses of my own, though." He adds, giving you his best puppy eyes.

"Anything for you, darling." You say, giving Eddie a light kiss on the lips before waltzing over to Steve. You take a seat on his lap, temporarily interrupting his work. He sets his knife down, putting his hands on your hips. "Someone's looking rather bookish today. How are you adjusting to the glasses, baby?" Steve recently needed to get some glasses when he realized he could barely see five feet in front of him without squinting. The doctor said he's been in need of vision aids for years, but no care was taken to really check until now. You and Eddie think he looks so good in them, but he can't help feeling like a total nerd.

"The headaches are getting better, and the world isn't a fishbowl anymore. I still hate them, though." He sighs, laying his head on your chest.

"I know you do, love. But like me and Eddie have said before, you need to listen to what the doctor tells you. Plus, you look very sexy in them." You gently lift his head to give him a smoldering kiss, reaching around to lace your fingers in his hair. You slip your tongue into his mouth, rolling against his languidly. Steve's hand squeezes your hip, and you can feel him growing beneath you. You moan into the kiss, noticing a certain pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at the two of you. You pull away, looking in Eddie's direction. "Everything alright, Eds?" You ask, your eyes flicking to his own erection forming a round imprint against his apron.

"Of course, princess. You're both just so damn beautiful." Eddie burns, still cooking the chicken all the while. He bites his lip at the image of you sitting in Steve's lap, wishing it wouldn't ruin dinner to join you at the table. "I do, however, need Harrington to finish chopping the vegetables. You wanna wait in the living room until we're done, angel?" He asks kindly, not meaning to push you out. He just wants this meal to be perfect, as he's got something very special planned tonight. Neither you or Steve know, but he's bought all of you rings to symbolize your love for each other. He knows you can't actually get married, but that won't stop the three of you from being happy together. And he wants to show you both how important this relationship is to him.

"Sure thing, hot stuff. I'll be waiting." You hop off of Steve's lap, the skirt of your uniform flouncing upwards as you do. The boys catch a glimpse of your lace panties, making them both mutter swears under their breath. You giggle at their reaction, and go to sit on the couch. You click on the TV, not really caring what's on. All you can think about is the mouthwatering food you're going to eat very soon. Eddie is an incredible cook, a bona-fide master in the kitchen. Everything he makes is better than anything else you've ever eaten. Home-cooked meals growing up, fancy restaurants, cooking for yourself. None of it compares to the magic he can make in that teeny tiny room in your small apartment.

Other than the food, though, you can't stop thinking about what's going to come after dinner. You imagine given the extra effort being put into the meal, the guys must have something special planned. To be fair, everything you do as a group is amazing, never a dull moment to be had there. But Eddie's insistence on letting them be tells you something is up. Usually when you shower the boys with after-work affection, the food falls to the wayside while you inevitably end up in a sweating pile of limbs on the kitchen floor.

"Fuck." You mumble to yourself, visualizing one of the more intense times you'd all gotten lost in one another while dinner burned to a crisp on the stove. You rub your thighs together at the thought, trying to relieve some of the warm pressure building between your legs. You pick up the loose pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, slipping one of the smokes into your mouth and lighting it. The three of you share an unrelenting nicotine addiction, which leads to open boxes of smokes spread throughout your apartment. This in turn has caused you to accumulate numerous thrifted ashtrays which adorn every table, nightstand, and countertop to accompany them. You take a deep, long drag into your lungs, letting the stress of the day melt away from your body. You lay your head over the top of the sofa, closing your eyes as you continue to smoke.

"Tough day?" Steve asks, leaning in the entryway of the room with his arms crossed. He's been sent by Eddie to fetch you for supper, but he notices you're looking a little tense. You don't typically rest your head over the back of the couch, smoking sluggishly like that, unless you've worked yourself ragged all day.

"A little. Tina's down with the flu, and Marge called out with a 'headache' again." You say while making quotations with your fingers. Marge is a notorious drunk, who is frequently too hung over to come to work. "So it was only me and Amelia all fuckin' day. Lunch was absolute hell, busloads of random kids on school trips and shit. I don't even know where they came from, but suddenly the diner was full of rowdy preteens." You vent about your day to Steve, who listens to every word intently. He comes over to sit next to you, and he carefully brushes a stray hair out of your face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. That sounds awful. Is there anything I can do?" He asks sweetly, and you scoot closer to nuzzle your head into him.

"Nothing more than what you both already plan to do, babe. Is dinner ready yet?" You ask softly, twirling his chest hair with a finger on your free hand.

"Oh, yeah. That's what I meant to tell you when I came in." Steve replies with a light chuckle at his forgetfulness. "C'mon, let's go eat. I'm sure Eddie's getting lonely." He stands up from the couch, taking your hand. You get on your feet, and he leads you to walk ahead of him to the kitchen. After your first couple steps, he slaps your ass, hard. You yelp in surprise, making Steve's cock twitch in his pants. "Damn, I'll never get enough of you in that uniform, babygirl." Steve remarks as you both enter Eddie's presence again.

"I'd argue she looks even better out of it, Stevie." Eddie adds, setting your plates on the table.

"You've got a good point there, Eds." Steve smirks, walking over to the handsome metalhead to give him a light kiss before sitting down. You take your seat after doing the same, stubbing out your smoke in the ashtray in the center of the table.

The boys take their places, and you tuck into the amazing meal set before you. There's all the fixings, chicken, rice, tomatoes, onions, avocado, salsa, shredded cheese, the list goes on. You each take your time to assemble your burritos to your liking, rolling them up thick and full. You bring your perfectly wrapped bundle to your mouth, biting a large chunk out of it. The crisp, fresh flavors mix on your tongue, drawing a low moan from you. Steve and Eddie look over at you from the sound, catching your eyes rolling back into your head for a moment in satisfaction. "Enjoying yourself, princess?" Eddie asks with a smirk, winking at you when you meet his gaze.

"Mmhmm." You hum, still chewing on the massive bite you took. You rush yourself to swallow. "So fuckin' good, as always." You reach for the glass of wine Eddie had set out for you, taking a large sip.

"Glad to hear it, love. Now, eat up, you two. I've got a special present for us after dinner." You and Steve quirk your eyebrows at Eddie's statement, neither of you have any idea what he's talking about. But you're certainly intrigued, Eddie always gives the best gifts. You finish up your meal, making the usual small talk. You fill Eddie in on the things you previously vented to Steve about, and he gives you the same amount of care and attention that the other man had done so earlier. Steve clears the table once you're all done, putting the leftovers into the refrigerator and rinsing the dishes to wash later on.

You return to the living room as a trio now, and Eddie pulls out a small box from his pants pocket. You sit on the couch, the two men on either side of you, sitting as close to you as possible. "What have you got for us, babe?" Steve asks, eager to see what the little box contains.

Eddie takes a moment before speaking, looking at both of you so lovingly. You return the sentiment, unable to stop smiling. He clears his throat, exhaling shakily. It's a rare sight to see him so nervous, so this gift must mean a whole lot to him. "So, we've been together for a little over a year now. And being with you has been the greatest time of my life. I love you both so much, you mean everything to me. I know we can't...legally get married, but I wanted to get something that would at least symbolize our love for each other. So...I had these made." Eddie opens the black box, revealing three rings sitting in a plush, red cushion. They're thin, silver bands, with all of your initials engraved on the insides of them in elegant script. E+S+Y/I.

You're absolutely speechless, unable to come up with the words to express how happy you are at this moment. You love these guys with your whole heart, and you can't think of a better way to commemorate your beautiful bond. Eddie waits expectantly for what you and Steve think about his gift, growing slightly worried when you haven't said anything for a solid minute. A large smile spreads across your face, and you finally locate a response within your mind. "I love it, Eddie! This is so thoughtful, and sweet, it's perfect for us!" You exclaim happily, throwing your arms around his shoulders to give him a clumsy kiss.

"It's amazing, Eds. Really, it means a lot." Steve says from behind you. He never once thought he would find 'the one' after so many duds over the years. To have you two in his life, to love and cherish for all time is the highest privilege in his eyes. He realizes he might cry, this moment is just too damn perfect. You and Eddie pull away to look at him, finding his eyes are watering again. But it's definitely not the onions this time.

"Oh, Stevie. C'mere." Eddie coos, a couple tears of his own running down his stubbled cheeks. Their lips meet, leaving you in the middle to observe their affection. Your heart swells with unbridled adoration for the both of them, and you're looking forward to you all putting the rings on one another.

"God, I love you both more than anything in the world." You say as heat builds in your own eyes. You break up their kiss, wanting to have a turn with Steve. You keep it brief, though it would be very easy to melt into them and forget about everything else.

"We love you, too, sweetheart." Eddie and Steve say simultaneously once you've stopped locking lips. You giggle at their synchronized sentences, they do that quite a lot.

"You guys ready?" Eddie asks, and you and Steve nod in agreement. "Okay. So, I'll put Steve's ring on him. Then he'll put yours on you, Y/N. And you'll put mine on me. Sound good?" Eddie lays out the plan, making it so you all get to participate in a ritual you've seen in movies many times. The exchanging of rings, possibly the most important part of any formal wedding ceremony. Eddie takes the bands out, putting the corresponding one into each of your hands. "Alright, now I get that this might sound cheesy. But I had an idea of what we should say when we do this." Eddie blushes slightly, he finds this whole thing to be a little mushy himself.

"It's far from cheesy, Eds. It's very romantic, and meaningful." You reassure him, putting your hand on his thigh. "Go ahead, baby. We'll follow your lead." You say sweetly.

"Okay, um...Steve, give me your hand." He requests nervously, and Steve does as he is asked. Eddie looks deep into his eyes, and recites the small vow he's spent weeks working on. "Steve Harrington. With this ring, I promise to honor my commitment to you and Y/N, forever and always." Eddie slips the ring onto Steve's left hand, letting out a shaky breath as he holds back more tears. "There. Now you do the same for Y/N." He sniffs harshly, wiping his eyes.

Steve turns his body slightly to face you better. He gazes at you, and you extend your hand to accept the ring. "Y/F/N Y/L/N. With this ring, I promise to honor my commitment to you and Eddie, forever and always." He slips the band onto your finger, sending a wave of pure joy coursing through you. You admire the sliver of silver wrapped around your digit for a moment, feeling a contentment you never before thought to be possible.

"Okay, my turn now." You say with a smile, turning to Eddie. You take hold of his hand, removing the chunky ring that he always wears and setting it on the table. You look at him, ready to say the sincere words he's prepared for you all. "Eddie Munson. With this ring, I promise to honor my commitment to you and Steve, forever and always." You glide the thin metal along his finger, letting go of him once it's fully seated at his third knuckle. And with that, your devotion to this throuple has been made official. Well, as official as a union like this can be.

"So...what do we do now? Call each other 'husbands and wife'?" Steve asks curiously, though his phrasing makes it seem like he's joking.

"We can...if you guys want to. I know I'd like that." You say sheepishly, looking down at your lap as you feel a bit silly for requesting such a thing.

"Then that's what we'll do, my loves." Eddie replies, taking your hand and Steve's to hold. Your free hand clasps with Steve's, and you all sit here for a moment to take in what this means for you. "So, uh...you two wanna go 'consummate' our marriage now?" He asks with a filthy grin, drawing your face to be level with his. You and Steve nod in reply, standing up off the couch to head for the bedroom. "Steve? Can you bring one of the kitchen chairs to the bedroom, please?"

"Sure thing, babe. I'll be right behind you." Steve heads to the kitchen again, leaving you and Eddie alone on your trip to bed. You walk down the hall together, and sit on the edge of the mattress until Steve joins you. He sets the chair in the middle of the room, closing the door. "What's the plan here, exactly?" He asks with a raised brow, Eddie clearly has something very specific in mind to be rearranging the furniture.

"Well...I was thinking we could tie Y/N up and have some fun." Eddie says, his eyes burning into you as he mentally strips you of your clothes. "Is that alright, princess?" He waits for your answer, going to the dresser drawer containing various toys you've collected over the last year. He slides it open, pulling out some silk restraints. He also takes out a small rabbit vibrator, perfect for what he has in mind.

"Sounds great to me, Eds." You reply, reaching up to the front of your uniform to start undoing the buttons that run down the front of your dress. Eddie sets his items on the bed for now, standing with Steve to watch you strip down. You slowly reveal the matching lacy set you've got on under your work clothes, a baby pink bra and thong that makes your body look absolutely delicious. Anticipation builds rapidly inside you, and your panties are already soaked. You unfasten the final button, slipping your arms through the sleeves. The garment falls to the floor, pooling around your feet.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You look gorgeous as always." Eddie says lustfully, a tent forming within his loose pants.

"And both of you are handsome as ever. You wanna help me with the rest of my clothes, husbands of mine?" You barely hold back a squeal of excitement at calling them that for the first time.

"Yes, please." They speak in unison again, but you have no time to laugh as they descend upon you. Steve's hands immediately go for your chest, cupping your tits through the thin material of your bra. Eddie stands behind you, running his large palms along your back and ass. The warmth of their bodies radiates on either side of you, their breath fanning across your bare skin. Steve reaches around to unhook your bra, and the straps fall down your shoulders. He removes the slip of fabric, and takes your bare breasts in his grasp.

"Steve." You moan as his thumbs roll over your hardened nipples. He brings his lips to your chest, planting hot, wet kisses on every inch of your tits. You let out a sigh, lacing your fingers into his hair. Meanwhile, Eddie presses his body against you. His erection is poking into your ass, and you can't help rubbing yourself against it.

"C'mere, baby." Eddie murmurs in your ear, turning your head to lock his lips on yours. His tongue enters your mouth instantly, quickly dominating your own. His left hand wanders around your stomach, creeping downward to your panties. His fingertips slip under the fabric, and just barely graze against your clit. You moan down his throat, and he begins to rub the bundle of nerves in slow circles. Eddie breaks your kiss, looking at you with lust-blown eyes. "You're already so wet, angel. Such a good girl for us." He speaks breathily, unable to stop watching your gorgeous face twist in pleasure as the two men touch your body. Steve takes one of your nipples in his mouth, gently biting down.

"Mmm, fuck. I love everything you two do to me. I'll never get enough." You sigh, absolutely melting between them. Your head falls back to rest on Eddie's shoulder as you let out a stream of obscene noises. It's taking everything in you to stay standing. You're so weak in the knees already, and they're just getting started.

"And everything you do to us is just as addictive, sweetheart. How 'bout you lose the panties and take a seat, hm? Let us take care of you." Eddie speaks softly in your ear, tempting you with his words. Steve's been listening intently, ceasing his touches on your chest to let you fully strip and get in position. Eddie's hand leaves your underwear, and he backs away slightly. Their eyes watch you closely, devouring every inch of bare skin, every jiggle and bounce of your body as you bend to remove your thong. You let it fall to the floor, and sit in the kitchen chair. "Good girl. Now, put your arms around the back of the chair, and spread your legs nice and wide for me." Eddie instructs.

"Need help, Eds?" Steve asks, wanting to contribute to whatever Eddie's trying to do.

"Yeah, tie her ankles to the legs of the chair so she'll stay still." Eddie picks up the silken restraints, handing a set to Steve. You position your arms around the back of the chair, and Eddie ties them together while lacing the black fabric through the rungs. Steve gently pushes your legs open, his breath catching at your pooling arousal. It glistens in the dim lamplight of your bedroom, coating every centimeter of your beautiful pussy.

"Oh, babygirl. Already such a mess?" He asks teasingly, and you just nod your head. "Use your words, Y/N. Tell us how much you want us." Steve commands, taking a lead in this situation. He looks at you seriously, and your heart races in anticipation.

"I want you both so bad. To touch me, finger me, fuck me. Whatever you want. I need it." You whine with lust-blown eyes as Steve continues his work on you. The desperation in your voice makes their cocks twitch, they'll never get over how hot you sound like this.

"That's a good little slut." Steve says, standing up once your restraints are in place. He reaches forward to cup your cheek, stroking the supple flesh with his thumb. The thumb slowly moves toward your mouth, landing on your bottom lip. You instinctively take it into your mouth, sucking on the rough skin and biting down gently. "Fuckin' gorgeous." He breathes, as Eddie walks from behind you to join him. He stands mostly behind Steve, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaning in real close.

"She sure is, Stevie." Eddie says, his hungry eyes joining Steve's in drinking in the sight of you. You're completely incapacitated, unable to move or even squirm. Perfect. "You wanna know what we're gonna do to her, baby?" He speaks lowly, the words drifting across Steve's ear. Steve just nods, and Eddie brings his mouth closer to whisper his plan. You can't hear what he's saying, but you know you're in for it when Steve's smile grows wider to match Eddie's.

"Fuck, Eds. She's gonna love that." Steve replies, turning to look back at the metalhead. They exchange a light kiss, resisting the urge to deepen it. You are the focus here, their time will come soon enough. Eddie pats Steve's shoulders, backing off to pull his tank top over his head. Steve takes off his glasses, setting them on the dresser. Eddie picks up the vibrator, holding it firmly in his hand. They're both shirtless now, sporting massive erections in their loose-fitting pants. They walk over to you, and kneel before you as close as they can.

"Are you comfortable, sweetheart?" Eddie asks, needing to make sure the restraints aren't too tight.

"Yes, my loves." You reply simply, smiling at them.

"Good girl. You ready for us to start, wife of ours?" Steve asks, mirroring your words from earlier in his own way.

"Yes. Please." You say breathily, pleading with them to do something, anything. All this buildup is driving you crazy. Without another word, Eddie brings his head between your legs. His hot breath whiffs against your cunt, and he licks a long stripe from your clit to your entrance. "Fuck." You moan, watching Eddie's mouth move along your slick folds. In the meantime, Steve plants warm kisses on your thigh.

"You always taste so sweet, darling." Eddie groans at how delicious you are, continuing his work. His tongue slips into your soaked hole, stroking your g spot effortlessly.

"Feels so good, Eds." You sigh, your head falling back in pleasure again.

"Eyes on us, angel." Steve says, stern but patient. You do as he asks, your eyes trained on the two men as they worship your lower half. "May I have a turn to taste her, Eddie?" Steve asks, he's very eager to have your sweet, musky flavor on his tongue.

"Be my guest, Stevie." Eddie replies, moving over to let him in. His own mouth latches onto your other thigh, worrying his teeth on the flesh to leave a large hickey behind. Steve flicks your clit with his tongue, much more rapid than Eddie's actions.

"Steve." You whimper, feeling a squirming knot beginning to build inside you. He keeps pleasing you with his tongue for a few minutes, until you hear the vibrator in Eddie's hand click on. He sets it to the second highest setting, and gently moves Steve out of the way.

"Now, princess. You can't cum unless we say you can. Okay?" Eddie smirks, knowing this will be absolutely delectable torture for you.

"Okay." You say meekly. He brings the tip of the vibrator to your clit, pressing on it with feather-light pressure. It's enough to just barely feel the vibrations, drawing cool air towards your bundle of nerves. "Oh, god." You moan as it feels so good, but it's also not enough.

"Do you want more, Y/N? Use your words." Eddie asks expectantly.

"Yes, more, please." You answer, moaning again when he puts the toy directly against you.

"Such a pretty little slut, moaning and begging for us. God, you're too fuckin' good." Eddie praises, clicking the button on the bottom of the vibrator to make it go faster.

"Oh, fuck." You whimper, growing closer to reaching your peak. It really hasn't taken much at all. The sentimental moment earlier, and the added thrill of being tied up has amped you up significantly. Eddie shifts the toy to your entrance, slowly pushing it inside you. You moan loudly at the vibrations filling you up, pleasing your entire lower half.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Eddie asks seductively, he can't get enough of the noises leaving your lips.

"Fuck, yes. So fuckin' good. I'm getting close, baby." You whine, and he gradually picks up the pace with the toy. The tip of it brushes your g spot with every gentle thrust, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Just remember the rules, love. Don't cum until we say so." Eddie reminds you in warning, though he's absolutely eating up every last whine and moan you're letting out into the air.

"Or else we'll have to punish you." Steve adds, biting roughly on the skin just above your knee. Your wrists strain against the silk ties, and your legs are begging to thrash around as Eddie continues to fuck you with the vibrator. A light layer of sweat slicks over you, giving your flesh a subtle shine.

"Fuck, I'm almost there, Eds. Please let me cum." You beg, your eyes burning with need as you stare down at him. He speeds up in response, smirking like the devil himself. "Eddie, please!" You cry out, he's pounding into your sweet spot relentlessly, trying to make you lose control. But he hasn't given you permission, and it's taking everything in you to hold back.

"Did you really think it would be that easy, baby? You should know us better than that." Eddie says, and you realize what you're truly in for. Your soaked cunt squelches with every thrust of the toy, and you're a mess of curses and moans. You feel the warning waves of your oncoming orgasm rolling over you, and your thighs have begun to twitch. "Fuck, you really are almost there, angel. Hm, that's too bad." He mocks, waiting for you to be right on the precipice of your high.

"I can't hold it anymore, love. Please, let me cum. I need it, I'll be so good for you." You beg helplessly, but he gives you no response. You're just about to cum, when Eddie turns the vibrator off and pulls it out of you entirely. You groan loudly at this denial, glaring in his direction when he sets the toy in his lap. Your muscles relax in defeat, and you're left frustrated and panting in the chair.

"Sorry, angel. We didn't say the magic words yet. You know the rules, and we are far from done playing with you." Steve says, inching his mouth towards your core with every word. His lips press against your inner thigh, just centimeters away from where you want him most. He glances up at you, a similarly evil smile on his face. They're both enjoying this way too much. You're completely at their mercy, and they've managed to get you to beg for release so early on in their game. That was clearly a mistake on your part. Your pleading only fuels their hunger to keep the torture going.

"Steve, please. Do something, anything. I want you so bad." You try your best to convince him to start the cycle again.

"Only because you asked so nicely, babygirl." Steve says, before shoving his tongue inside your dripping pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" You exclaim, your thighs clenching in reflex to his touch. If it weren't for your restraints, they'd be wrapped tightly around his head as he fucks you with his tongue. Eddie moves in to join him, gently pushing Steve's head aside to fit. His tongue slips out of you, but it's quickly replaced by the both of them licking either side of your clit and folds. It's a tight squeeze, but it's so fucking hot to see them pleasing you with their mouths at the same time. "Oh my god." You moan, drinking in the image of these two gorgeous men squished between your legs. They groan and hum against you, licking and sucking wherever they can reach to taste your sweet nectar. Eddie's eyes stay glued to yours as he flicks his wet muscle against you, whereas Steve's are blissfully shut. Their breath fans hotly against you and each other, and their dicks are leaking profusely inside their pants.

"Mmm." Eddie moans, savoring your musky arousal. Steve moves a little closer to run his tongue along Eddie's, effectively making out with him while they continue to eat you out. "Such a dirty boy, Steve." Eddie smirks, keeping up with the other man's rhythm. These two are absolutely incredible, the display before you is almost enough to make you lose it entirely.

"You both feel so good, my loves. Your tongues are fuckin' amazing." You praise in a husky tone. Pleasure is building up inside you again, though it's much more gradual this time. You certainly don't mind, you could watch them do this all day.

"Back up, Eds. It's my turn to play." Steve says, pressing lightly on Eddie's chest to push him away. He grabs the toy off his lap, and turns it on. He sets it at the lowest speed, and slowly drags it along your slick folds.

"More, please." You beg, this setting feels like barely anything at all. Steve obliges your request, going up two levels. You moan at the vibrations coursing through your bundle of nerves, yanking against your bindings.

"Don't struggle, baby. Take it like a good girl." Eddie says, giving his mouth a break to observe your every noise and facial expression. "Turn it up, Stevie." He orders, his eyes trained on you to see your reaction. Steve clicks the button a couple more times, and the buzzing increases.

"Oh, fuck." You sigh out, your breath coming out hot and ragged as you feel yourself ramping up again. You're sweating harder than before, drips of perspiration running down the back of your knees.

"You gettin' close again, angel?" Eddie asks, your pleasure reads plainly all over your face. Your mouth hangs open to let out moans and curses, calls of their names. And your legs keep twitching beyond your control.

"Yes, love. So close, so fucking close. I wanna cum so bad, make a big mess for you. Please." You're pleading again, even more desperate than before.

"Just a little more, Y/N. You've been such a good little slut for us. You'll get what you want soon." Steve says, clicking the button two final times to max out the vibration.

"Fuck." You whimper, inching dangerously close to the edge. Those infamous waves are coming in, and your insides are already fluttering. Steve slides the toy into you again, tearing more helpless sounds from your throat. He thrusts it in and out rapidly, trying to make you break the one rule they've set for you. "Steve, please. Let me cum, it's too much, I can't hold it." You're begging helplessly, your body feels like it's on fire.

"Not yet, sweetheart. Don't disobey us." Eddie warns as your breath threatens to catch in your throat.

"I'm trying! I wanna be a good girl for you." You shout, growing all the more frustrated as they continue to deny you. You can feel it, the final warning of your oncoming release flashing brightly before your eyes. You need to cum now, you need them to give you permission. "I-I can't...please...I need it." You're practically in tears, it almost hurts to keep holding back like this. Your eyes flick between them, waiting for them to allow you to let it all go.

"Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for us." Eddie says, signaling for Steve to jackhammer the toy to send you flying over the edge.

"Oh, god! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" You cry out, your orgasm finally crashing into you. It's so fucking intense, and quickly consumes your entire being. Your body trembles in the restraints, and you're blinded by bursting stars in your vision. Steve removes the vibrator from you, timing it just right so he and Eddie can try to catch some of the gushing flood of cum that spills from you. It splashes out from your cunt, landing on their faces, your thighs, and the floor below. They swallow every last drop they can, their tongues stuck outward to taste your sweet release. "Shit." You exhale roughly as your high subsides. Your body goes slack against the chair, and you're trying to catch your breath.

"Did you enjoy yourself, babygirl?" Steve asks, drawing your fucked-out eyes to him. You gaze at his glistening face and chest, coated in your juices. Eddie's just as sticky, and they're both smiling like kids on Christmas.

"Yes, that was totally mind-blowing." You reply with complete and utter satisfaction. "You gonna untie me now?" You ask nonchalantly.

"'Fraid not, princess." Eddie says, still grinning mischievously.

"Why not?" You quirk an eyebrow at him, wondering what else they could possibly do with you in this position.

"Because, you're gonna sit and watch while me and Steve have some fun of our own." He says, turning his head to look at Steve. "Is that alright with you, babe?" He asks the man beside him.

"Sounds perfect, Eds." Steve replies, letting Eddie take the lead. Eddie stands, and Steve follows suit. You watch as they strip off their pants and boxers, revealing their rock hard cocks. The heads are red and swollen, sticky precum beading in the slits. Eddie steps closer to Steve, putting his hands on his waist.

"You're so handsome, Stevie." Eddie says lowly, leaning forward to kiss him.

"Not as handsome as you, love." Steve meets him halfway, and their plush lips brush against one another. The kiss deepens immediately, Eddie's tongue rolling against Steve's roughly. Small moans escape them, and Steve reaches around to grab Eddie's ass in large handfuls.

"Mmm, fuck, Steve." Eddie groans as Steve massages his taught flesh. Eddie slips his own hand between their bodies, taking hold of Steve's aching dick.

"Eddie." Steve whimpers, his hips bucking slightly at Eddie's touch. The metalhead strokes him nice and slow, rubbing the precum around his tip when his thumb can reach.

"You want me to fuck you, Stevie? Fill you up with my cock while Y/N watches?" Eddie asks seductively, his eyes flicking to you at the mention of your name.

"Yes, please." Steve whines, turning his gaze to you as well.

"Mmm, good boy." Eddie praises, his other hand coming up to cup Steve's cheek. He gives him another kiss, before backing away to sit on the edge of the bed. Steve groans at the loss of contact, but kicks into gear by going to the dresser to pull out a bottle of lube. He stands before Eddie, slightly to the side so you can see. He pops the top of the bottle open, pouring some of the lube into his palm. He lets it warm in his hand for a minute, before taking hold of Eddie's dick. "Fuck." Eddie mutters at the wetness meeting his length. Steve's hand rubs the liquid around to coat the appendage entirely, before setting the bottle down. He turns around, putting his feet on the mattress to squat over Eddie. He lowers himself down, and you watch him bring his puckered hole to the tip of Eddie's cock.

"You ready, Eds?" Steve asks, his own breath shaking in anticipation. He loves having Eddie inside him, it's like nothing else he's ever experienced.

"I should be asking you that, darling." Eddie replies, holding the base of himself steady to assist the man above him. Without another word, Steve moves lower to accept Eddie inside him. The head breaches the tight opening, making Steve groan at the stretch. He keeps going, taking every last inch inside his ass until he's completely seated.

"Fuck, you're so big, babe." Steve pushes the words out, feeling so full in the most delicious way. His eyes have screwed shut as he focuses on staying relaxed. Eddie takes the lead, grabbing hold of Steve's thighs to support his weight. Steve's feet leave the bed, hanging in the air while he waits to be maneuvered on Eddie's dick.

"And you're so fuckin' tight, baby." Eddie says, looking at you again. Steve puts an arm around Eddie's shoulders to hang on, his other hand holding his right knee to have something to grip.

"You guys look really beautiful right now." You observe aloud, gazing at them lovingly. It's insanely hot to see the two of them having sex in front of you, but you wish your hands were free so you could touch yourself as you watch. Either of them always have their hands available when it's their turn, but you suppose this is just another part of their game.

"So do you, sweetheart." Eddie winks at you, returning his attention to Steve a second later. "Can I start moving you now, Stevie?" He asks seductively, leaning in to press a kiss to Steve's chest.

"Yes, please." Steve replies, opening his eyes to be present in the moment. With that, Eddie lifts Steve up with his hands, bringing him back down a second later. They let out low groans at the sensation, the sound of which flowing directly into your ears. A jolt of pleasure runs between your legs, and you feel yourself getting wet again. You already know that by the time the boys finally untie you, you're going to hungrily pounce on them.

"Tell me how it feels, baby." Eddie murmurs, his breath stuttering slightly at Steve's ass fitting so warm and snug around him.

"It feels phenomenal, Eds. I love having your dick inside me, you fill me up so well." Steve admits in a dulcet tone, sending more flares to your pussy. You might not need your hands after all, the image alone of the men you love in this position is so damn erotic. It may very well be enough to make you lose it all over again.

"You're such a good boy for me, sweetheart." Eddie praises, raising Steve upwards, setting a steady pace. You watch as his cock disappears into Steve's hole over and over, occasionally checking to see the gorgeous expressions of arousal on their faces. They both moan and curse loudly, occasionally calling one another's name along with yours. "You enjoying the show, princess?" Eddie asks, flicking his eyes to you.

"Yes, you're so fucking hot. And you're making me so wet, I wish I could touch you...or myself." You reply, still staring at Eddie's length entering and exiting Steve. It's an intriguing sight, and almost looks mechanical at times.

"Y/N is such a filthy girl, isn't she?" He asks Steve.

"Yes, such a naughty little slut." Steve says, giving you a grin as he degrades you.

"She's getting off on watching us fuck...her pussy is dripping all over the floor. Making such a mess. She wants us so bad, Stevie. Tell me what you wanna do to her." Eddie continues, using his words to rev up the fun for all of you.

"I wanna fuck her face, Eds. Shove my dick down her pretty little throat, fuck. Make her gag until her eyes water, have her swallow every last drop of my cum." Steve speaks in great detail, his words stuttering throughout as Eddie keeps him sliding up and down. You let out a light moan yourself as every sentence makes your cunt more wet than the last.

"Good, what else?" Eddie presses on, needing to hear more of these vulgar confessions from Steve's beautiful lips.

"I wanna put my cock inside her pussy, she's always so wet and warm. So fuckin' tight, too. Wanna have her on her back, with her legs folded over herself. Or take her from behind, wrap my hand around her neck until she cums all over me. I love it when she squirts, she tastes so delicious." Steve's tone is gradually becoming more whiny, and you can tell he's nearing his end. Eddie isn't too far off, this little game has been driving him insane. He increases his speed, making the both of them moan extremely loud. "Fuck, Eddie. Feels so good, go faster." Steve pleads, and Eddie gladly accepts the suggestion. He brings him down harder and faster than before, making Steve gasp.

"I'm getting close, Stevie. You're so fuckin' perfect. Such a good boy, gonna fill your sexy little ass with my cum." Eddie rasps, barely holding it together as he feels his stomach start to tighten.

"I'm almost there, too, Eds." Steve pants out, he knows he's gonna blow at any moment. You yourself feel oddly close as well, it's crazy that you've managed to get as much pleasure out of this as your special boys. Steve looks at you, his eyes widening when he notices your own breath coming out heavy and labored. "Shit, Eds. Look at her, I think she's gonna cum, too." He says with a smirk, biting his lip at how needy you look.

Eddie's eyes draw to you as well, and he chuckles darkly. "Fuck, I think you're right. We haven't even touched her...holy shit." Eddie says in wonderment, he's never managed to pull off such a feat before. He didn't even think something like this was possible. "You wanna cum with us, sweetheart?" He asks, his cock twitching at the thought of you having an orgasm from just watching.

"Yes." You whimper, unable to muster any other words. You feel like you've gone insane, being able to get off on observation alone shouldn't be possible. But clearly, you're proving to be a sexual marvel here as you can feel your walls begin to flutter around nothing at all.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Steve." Eddie grunts, his hips bucking upwards as he's taken over by his orgasm. His mouth falls open, and his brows knit together as his load empties into Steve. You watch the white fluid spill out as Eddie continues to thrust to bring Steve down with him.

"Eddie! Oh, God, fuck!" Steve cries out, his pelvis jerking forward with Eddie still inside him.

"Shit." Eddie groans at the tugging on his length, his pleasure extended at the feeling.

You're hit by your own high while your eyes are glued to Steve's dick, watching his cum spurt upwards in sticky shots that land on his own chest and stomach. "Oh, god!" You moan, your body pulsating as it pulls hard against the bindings keeping you in place. Absolute bliss rushes through you, and another, smaller gush of juices spills forth from between your legs. Your thighs tremble, your chest heaves harshly while your eyes roll back into your head.

"Damn, that's gotta be one of the hottest things I've ever seen, angel." Eddie coos to you from the bed. He's still inside Steve, waiting for the both of them to fully come down before helping Steve remove himself.

"I second that. We'll have to do it this way more often." Steve adds, planting his feet on the bed to get off Eddie's cock. He slowly eases off, a couple more groans leaving them as he does so. He almost stumbles to the floor, his knees feel a little weak from just how good Eddie gave it to him.

"You good, Harrington?" Eddie asks, moving to help him. But Steve waves him away.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm gonna get a towel to clean us up a little. You wanna untie our girl?" He gestures towards you, giving you a gentle smile.

"Sure thing, babe. Hurry back, I think we could all use a smoke break." Eddie replies, getting off the bed to undo your bindings. He lets your ankles free first as Steve leaves the room. Then he goes around the chair to release your hands. "Are you sore at all, sweetheart?" He asks kindly in your ear.

"No, Eddie. You tied them just right, no bruises, no pain, no chafing. It was perfect." You reply, still catching your breath. You stand up out of your seat, drips of your release running down your legs. You walk over to the naked man before you, placing your hands on his chest as you lean forward into him. His arms go around your waist, holding you close. You gaze at him adoringly, and he does the same to you. "I love you so much, Eds." You say softly, your lips just centimeters from his.

"I love you too, sweetheart." He closes the gap between you, his plush mouth melding into yours. You hum into the kiss, and you can feel him getting hard again. His cock pokes into your stomach, but you leave it alone for the time being. Your boys need a break before fucking your brains out. Right now, you want to focus on being close with them, sharing tender moments of intimacy.

"Having fun without me?" Steve asks from the doorway. You break your kiss, both of you turning to look at him.

"Wouldn't dream of it, baby. Come here." You offer, extending your hand for him to join you. Eddie shifts slightly to open your embrace to make room for Steve. He sets down the towel and bottles of water he brought back to the room, taking his place in your makeshift circle. Or is it a triangle? It doesn't really matter, so long as you all act as equal parts within it. His hand slips around your waist, and the other rests on Eddie's back. Eddie mirrors his action, and you put one of your palms onto his hairy chest. "We love you, Stevie."

"I love you both too, more than you know." He almost whispers, and the three of you lean into the center of whatever shape it is you've created. Your mouths and noses smush against one another, your tongues coming out to play. Contented giggles and sighs leave all of you at varying intervals. This moment defines what your relationship is like, and why you love each other more than anything in the world. It's warm, affectionate, and also a little dirty. And none of you would have it any other way. You savor each other for a while, a nebulous cloud of steaming breath dizzying your heads as you share a small amount of oxygen. By the time you pull away, you're all extremely aroused again. Just waiting to tear each other apart in the most romantic way possible.

"Alright, we've gotta breathe." Eddie chuckles breathlessly as he finally calls this three-way make-out to an end. "Let's hydrate, clean up, and have a smoke. Then we can have some more fun." He says with a grin, stepping away to grab one of the water bottles from the dresser. He picks up the towel, handing it off to you. "You first, sweetheart."

"Thanks." You wipe the fabric between your legs and down your thighs, before giving it to Steve. You take a bottle for yourself, unscrewing the lid. You take a large gulp, watching Eddie light three cigs in his mouth at the edge of the bed. The little orange flame ignites the ends, and he inhales deeply to start the burn. He takes one of the smokes away from his mouth, giving it to you. You take a seat beside him, and bring the filtered end to your lips.

Steve comes over to sit on the other side of Eddie, giving him the towel in exchange for his own cigarette. You watch Eddie clean the cum and lube away from his cock, tossing the towel onto the puddle you made earlier. "There we go, all clean. But I gotta say, I can't wait to get dirty all over again." Eddie says in a cheeky tone.

"That makes three of us, I'm sure." You quip, drawing light laughs from the three of you. You lay your head on Eddie's shoulder as you continue to smoke, taking sips from your water until the bottle is empty. You all sit together in the quiet, flicking your ash in the tray Eddie set on his thigh.

Once the bottles are tossed away, and your spent butts are stubbed out, you figure it's time to play again. "So, what would you like to do with us, princess? You were such a good girl when we played with you, you can have anything you want." Eddie coos, cupping your cheek as he offers you the chance to decide how you want them to please you. And you already know exactly what you want.

You can't help smiling wide beyond your control, and you can see the boys' eyes widen with curiosity as to what you desire. "I want..." You pause, a little nervous to ask for this. You've done it before, and it's always been fantastic. The only downside is that it takes so much out of all of you, that you can't do much else for a couple days. "I want to have both of you inside me at the same time." You practically blurt the words out, hoping they won't say no.

They just smile at you, nodding their heads in sync. "You got it, babygirl. Where do you want us?" Steve asks.

"I want you to lie down, Steve. And spread your legs nice and wide for me." You instruct, and you feel a trickle of arousal escape you at the thought.

"Ooh, is someone taking charge now?" Eddie asks snarkily, waiting for you to tell him what to do. Your eyes snap to him at his question.

"You've both been in charge this entire time, it's only fair that I get a turn." You reply shortly. You return your attention to Steve, crawling over to him. You straddle his stomach for a moment, and put your hands on his chest. "Hey there, handsome." You lower your head to give him a feverish kiss, shoving your tongue inside his mouth. He hums against you, letting you take the reins. His hands instinctively go to your hips, holding your flesh nice and gentle. You force yourself to slow down, you want to enjoy every last second of this. Your kisses become deeper, your tongue rolling steadily against Steve's. You can taste a hint of your cunt coming from him, mixed with the smoky flavor of tobacco. You pull away, gazing down at him with hooded eyes.

"Hello, gorgeous." He compliments you, running his hands around to squeeze your ass. You moan at his touch, your hips grinding against his belly once. Steve can feel your arousal spreading onto him, and it makes his cock twitch behind you. "Soaked again already, darling?" He asks.

"Yes, all for you, husbands of mine." You reply. You beckon Eddie over, and he kneels sideways beside you and Steve. You sit up, reaching behind Eddie's head to bring him closer. You smash your lips on his, moaning against him when he bites your bottom lip. He takes hold of your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Eddie." You moan against his lips. The cool metal of his rings shocks your flesh, contrasted by how warm his calloused hands are. Your pelvis rolls again, slicking Steve's stomach further. Your eyes flutter closed as pleasure slowly ignites within you, and you feel Steve's thumb rubbing light circles on your clit. "Oh, fuck." You sigh, ceasing your grinding to allow better access to your bundle of nerves.

"You make such beautiful noises, princess." Eddie whispers, lowering his head to plant wet kisses on your throat. He nips your skin as he does so, marking you with hickies.

"I want you, both of you, so bad." You continue to moan, your head falling back as they rev you up.

"We want you too, baby." They say at the same time, as they have been throughout the evening.

"Eddie, can you get the lube...and loosen me up a little?" You ask somewhat awkwardly. You don't really know why, this isn't your first time doing this. But you suppose the phrasing just sounds a little odd, which has made you lose a bit of your confidence.

"Of course, Y/N. And you don't have to be so unsure of yourself. You know me and Steve will do everything in our power to please you. No shame, no judgment, remember?" Eddie says in a comforting tone, reminding you of the number one rule you've all agreed upon when it comes to the bedroom.

"I know. Sorry." You reply sheepishly, averting your eyes from his.

"Don't apologize, sweetheart. It's okay. Let's get you ready, hm?" He offers, reaching for the bottle as he'd set it on the nightstand earlier. You nod as an answer, and he clicks open the lube without another word. Steve is still swirling his fingers around your clit, and he watches as Eddie prepares to stretch your asshole. Eddie squeezes some of the liquid on two fingers, bringing them behind you to your puckered hole. The tips of his digits brush against you, making you jolt. "Just relax, angel. Gotta stretch you a little if you're gonna take me like a good girl." Eddie coos, and you nod again. He starts to push one finger inside your ass, making you groan loudly.

"Fuck." You mumble, your teeth clenching together slightly.

"That's it, nice and slow, baby. Just relax." Eddie praises, managing to get his middle finger all the way inside you. He slowly pulls back, and slips back in.

"More, Eds. Add another." You order, and he happily obliges you. His ring finger joins the other, stretching you further. He starts to thrust them inside you, setting a gentle pace. He doesn't want to hurt you, quite the opposite. "Feels good, love. Go a little faster." You request while lifting your hips slightly. You take Steve's dick in your hand, rubbing the swollen tip along your folds.

"Fuck, Y/N." Steve groans, meeting your lustful gaze with wanting eyes. Eddie fingers move faster, hitting your special spot with ease. You gasp, your mouth gaping open. You bring Steve's dick to the entrance of your pussy, and sink down onto him in one swift motion.

"Oh, god!" You cry out, the dual sensation of Steve's cock and Eddie's digits filling both your holes feels absolutely delicious. You sit still on Steve for a moment, letting Eddie finish getting you ready for him. Just a little more, and then you'll get what you've been wanting all night.

"Think you're ready for me now?" Eddie asks. His dick is unbearably hard from seeing just how hot and bothered you are, how hungry you are for them to totally wreck you.

"Yes, please." You whine. Eddie pulls his fingers out of your asshole, leaving you groaning at the loss.

"Lay forward, angel." He instructs from behind you. You do as he asks, resting your torso on Steve's warm body. You can feel his heart pounding against you, and he reaches up to caress your beautiful face.

"Such a pretty girl, so eager to take us both at once." Steve says, giving you another tender kiss. Eddie kneels behind you, squirting a mess of lube onto his length. He spreads it around with his hand, hissing at the coolness of it. He takes hold of your waist with the other hand, guiding his cock to your behind. You whimper at the tip meeting your flesh, wanting him to enter you hard and fast.

"Go ahead, Eddie. Put yourself inside me, I wanna feel you." You encourage him to move this along, sounding so goddamn needy. He does as you ask, his cock gradually breaching your tight entrance. "Oh, god!" You shout, and he keeps going. Inch by inch, he fills you up just the way you want. He can feel himself brushing against Steve through the layers of tissue separating them, and he groans very loudly until he bottoms out.

"Shit, so fuckin' tight for me." Eddie mutters, waiting for you to adjust.

"I can feel you through her, Eds. I'll never get over that." Steve chuckles in disbelief, desperately wanting to start moving.

You take a moment to enjoy the sensation of both these men filling you to the brim. It's unbelievable how good this feels, so full, so snug. You flex your muscles around them to make them whimper for you, you just can't help yourself. "Mmm, good boys." You say with a breathy laugh, you'll never get enough of their helpless noises.

"Can we start moving, babygirl?" Steve asks, squeezing your hips in hope you take the hint.

"Please do." You grant them permission, anxiously anticipating how amazing it's going to feel. Steve starts first, thrusting himself upwards into your g spot. "Fuck!" Eddie waits for him to set a healthy pace before adding himself to the equation. Timing is everything in this position, especially to keep from hurting you. He grunts slightly as Steve's cock brushes against his in a secondary way, it feels so fucking good. "You can move now, Eddie. I need you, baby." You moan. He wastes no time in pulling out and shoving himself back in, stealing your breath away. "Oh, god, yes! Just like that, fuck, feels so good."

"Damn, sweetheart. You're so vocal tonight." Eddie chuckles, taking your ass cheeks in his hands while he thrusts forward with just the right amount of force. His rhythm is staggered from Steve's, overwhelming you with incredible sensation.

"What can I say? You two bring out the best in me." You quip through your moans. You arch your back slightly, allowing the both of them to hit harder and deeper inside your holes. "Shit, this feels fuckin' incredible." You gasp, your head falling forward onto Steve's chest.

"You say that every time, babygirl. But you're not wrong." Steve replies as he continues to thrust upwards unto your pussy. You're completely soaked, a continuous trickle of your arousal keeps his cock warm and slippery as it moves in and out. Combine that with the feeling of Eddie's cock running against his through the thin layer of flesh separating them, and he's riding high on cloud nine right now. His right hand clings to your back to hold you down tight to him, keeping you close. And the other snakes around to reach your neck. You can't see him as your head is turned to the side, but your excitement dials up to eleven when his thick fingers wrap around your throat. You moan as he squeezes lightly, your eyes falling shut at the added stimulation. "You like it when I choke you, baby?" He growls.

"Yes, I love having your big, strong hand around my neck." You manage to force out the words, your head feeling light at the loss of blood flow to your brain.

"That's a good little slut." He raises his head a bit to speak in your ear. His hot breath rushes over you, sending a chill up your spine.

"Mmm, I love it when you call me that." You say sensually when Steve loosens his grip to let you breathe.

"Slut." Eddie says, slapping your right ass cheek, hard.

"Fuck!" You cry out at the pleasurable sting.

"You like that, sweetheart? Should I do it again?" He asks, wanting so badly to keep spanking you. He can't get enough of the deep red marks it leaves on you, making you sore for a day or so afterwards.

"Yes! Please, do anything you want to me, I want it all. I'll be such a good girl for you." You're begging again, but you can't help it. You want them, no, need them, to give you everything they've got.

"Fuck, I can't possibly say no when you beg like that, angel." Eddie replies, bringing his palm down on the other side of your ass. You shout at the contact, a massive flare of pleasure rushing over you. There's a buildup quickly growing inside you again, but you're trying to delay yourself in order to enjoy as much of this as you possibly can.

"More." You whine, arching your back even more to present yourself to him.

"Such a dirty girl, begging me to spank you 'til your ass turns red. You're gonna have a hard time sittin' down tomorrow." Eddie remarks, hitting the other side again, even harder this time.

"Fuck, Eddie!" You shout. You begin to lose the capacity for words. All you can focus on is Eddie and Steve fucking you silly, the stinging slaps of skin against skin, and the harmony of moans and grunts filling the room. You're all a total mess in the best possible way, laser-focused on every pump of in and out. Slippery, sticky sweat coats the three of you, making it difficult to hold on to one another as your orgasms build in sync. Eddie grips your ass roughly, throwing in another slap every now and again, yanking more beautiful screams from you. Steve keeps his hand around your neck, alternately tightening and loosening it. And you're clinging for dear life to Steve's shoulders, clawing at him like a wild animal.

The boys keep making the sweetest noises as they feel one another thrusting rapidly inside your orifices. Their balls slap against each other as well, adding to the sense of closeness they feel while technically separated by you. "I'm getting close, my loves." Eddie pants out, reaching for the lube as it's getting a little difficult to keep fucking your ass. He squeezes the bottle over himself while continuing to thrust, and you feel the cool liquid slowly entering you.

"So are we, Eds." You and Steve answer together.

"Can I go a little faster, sweetheart? You're just so perfect inside, hugging my cock just the way I like." Eddie asks, needing to completely let loose before nearing his end.

"Yes, please. Fuck me harder, Eds." You whimper, coming very close to the edge yourself. He takes you up on your offer, picking up speed and strength to take you down with him. "Steve, choke me, baby. I'm almost there." You plead, and Steve tightens his grip on your throat. You squeak out a moan, sensing the oncoming waves of bliss once more. He thrusts up into you quicker and harsher as well, and his stomach is starting to tense.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." Steve groans, his hips bucking outside of his control. His load spills into your pussy, coating your insides with sticky ropes of white. His toes curl in ecstasy, and he keeps going to make you lose it too.

"Such a good boy, Stevie. Filling our girl up just the way she likes. Fuck, I can already see what a mess you've made inside her." Eddie says, watching as the thick fluid flows from the small gaps between your cunt and Steve's dick as he continues to fuck into you. "C'mon, angel. Be a good girl and cum with me." He growls, smacking your ass again.

"I'm so close, Eds. Hit me again, make me cum. I need you so bad. Wanna feel you fill my ass." You whimper, needing just that little bit more before it all comes crashing down. Eddie spanks you even harder, making you gasp so loud. Your walls are fluttering, and your thighs are beginning to shake. You can feel it, you just need one more smack to get you there. He anticipates your needs, slapping the other side the hardest he ever has before. "Oh, god! FUCK!" You scream, feeling your orgasm finally taking over. Your muscles clench around the men moving inside you, making them groan. Steve continues to thrust working you through your bliss despite how overstimulated he is.

"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie moans, his own release rocking through him. His hips buck almost violently, pushing your pleasure even farther into the extreme. His cum fills you up, thick and warm. You're gasping for air, moaning repeatedly as you feel like you've caught fire from the inside out. A gush of juices burst from your cunt, soaking the three of you between your thighs and the bed below.

"Oh my god." Steve mutters, the rush of your cum flowing over him is so goddamn good.

"That's our good girl, making a mess just for us." Eddie huffs, slowly coming to a stop before collapsing on top of you. Steve stills his movements as well, unable to think straight. There's no sound except your collective heavy breathing for a while, your hearts pounding within your chests as you try to calm down.

"That was amazing." You say softly, still struggling to string words together. You're completely fuckstruck, it's like your bones have been removed from your body.

"It sure was, babygirl. You two are fuckin' insane." Steve says with a light chuckle, he couldn't believe some of the shit you were saying. He'd contributed as well, obviously. But you and Eddie are the true masters of dirty talk.

"You're pretty crazy yourself, Stevie. You're clearly the best at choking, give yourself a little credit." Eddie retorts cheekily from the top of the pile.

"Mmm, it's definitely your enormous hands, baby. They're the perfect size." You chime in, lifting your head to give Steve a gentle kiss. He gladly accepts it, smiling against your lips at the compliment. "And, as much as I absolutely love being in a husband sandwich, I think we should probably clean up." You really do hate to move, but this position is getting a little uncomfortable. Your legs are starting to cramp up from straddling Steve for so long, and Eddie's weight can be a bit crushing after a certain point.

"You got it, angel." Eddie says, lifting himself up to kneel again. He gently places his hands on your butt, getting ready to pull out. "Now just stay still, baby." He instructs, making sure he won't accidentally hurt you.

"Okay." You reply, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself. Eddie pulls back, inching his cock out of your asshole. You let out a quiet whine, and he groans slightly until he's completely out of you. "Fuck." You sigh in relief. His cum oozes out of you, dripping between your legs. He's tempted to lick it off, but decides against it. He sits back on his knees, allowing you to remove yourself from Steve's cock.

"It's all you, princess." He says from behind you. You nod, sitting up while placing your hands on Steve's chest. You slowly lift your hips upwards, cursing under your breath as his softened dick falls out of you, along with a splatter of your mixed release. You feel so empty now, already missing having them both inside you. You fall backwards into Eddie, who catches you in his arms. "Careful, darling. You feelin' alright?" He asks, looking down at you with admiration and concern.

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm just made of pudding right now." You say with a giggle, leaning into him as his arms wrap around your stomach. He's so warm, despite your sweat turning cold.

"Now that's a pretty picture." Steve grins, propping his head up on his arm to gaze at you two.

"You know...you can come make it an even prettier one if you get off your ass." Eddie snarks, making you laugh again.

"Don't mind if I do." Steve replies, quickly crawling across the bed to kneel before you. You and Eddie each take one of his hands, clasping your free ones together to complete the circuit.

"I love you both so much. My handsome, sexy, sweet, caring boys." You speak sweetly, gazing between the two of them with overwhelming affection in your eyes.

"We love you, too, Y/N. Our perfect, amazing, kind, beautiful girl." Eddie replies, turning you slightly to sit sideways in his lap. He beckons Steve closer, and the three of you engage in another heart-melting kiss. Your hands reach up to cup the sides of their faces, keeping them close to you. Your lips and tongues tangle together to confess your undying devotion to one another. Tonight has been one of the greatest of your entire life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Your heart swells with every passing second, and Eddie and Steve mirror the sentiment right back to you just as strongly.

The end.

[hedawanheda]

secret recipe- prologue

Clarke has been given six months to find a serious and genuine relationship or else her father will hand over the company to Cage Wallace. Lexa just wants to cook.

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Lexa is the Griffin’s personal chef.

Clarke Griffin is a leader. She’s a girl who knows what she wants and she doesn’t care how she gets it. When she talks, people listen. When she walks by, people stare. She exudes a confidence and energy that makes everyone who knows her respect her, while also fearing her a little. Her life is dedicated to her work, the Fortune 500 company her family had built from the ground up.

So when her father announces at his retirement party (that she flew all the way from California to attend and moved back home for this promotion) that his temporary successor would be Cage Wallace, she is understandably pissed.

“Don’t cause a scene,” her mother whispered harshly to her as she watched Cage walk up and shake her father’s hand. Clarke was in utter disbelief, waiting for her to wake up from her nightmare or for Ashton Kutcher to come out and say she was punk’d.

Cage caught her eye, sending her a gloating smile as he posed for the papers. Clarke felt the heat rise to her cheeks as her anger began to take over, clenching her glass so tightly that she was surprised it didn’t break. That should be her up there.

As the applause for Cage continued, Clarke downed the rest of her drink. Then the rest of her mom’s. Then she flagged down a waiter who was passing out shots to celebrate Cage’s promotion and Jake’s retirement.

And then she doesn’t remember the rest of her night.

She wakes up in her childhood bedroom which she miraculously got to somehow in her drunken state. The sun shines into her eyes way too early, rousing her from her deep slumber. Her rumbling stomach, pounding head, and dry mouth are too much to ignore, so she dragged herself out of her bed and trudged her way down to the kitchen in search of a greasy breakfast and some aspirin.

She opened the refrigerator and let the cold air hit her, taking a deep sigh and rubbing her forehead before searching for the orange juice. When she found it, she took a swig from the bottle, letting the citrusy flavor cost her parched tongue.

“Good morning, Miss Clarke,”

Clarke dropped the bottle of juice, startled by the other presence in the room. She was so hungover that she didn’t realize that she wasn’t alone.

“Holy shit- Lexa?!” she gaped. Clarke hadn’t seen Lexa since the girl went off to culinary school in Paris a decade ago.

“Welcome home,” Lexa smiled, ignoring the blonde’s disheveled appearance. Clarke was grateful for that, considering she was in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and an old oversized college sweatshirt. Her hair was piled into a messy bun, and she undoubtedly had bags under her eyes from her late night. “Can I get something started for you?” Lexa asked politely.

“Huh?” Clarke was so shocked from seeing her old friend that she didn’t take in her appearance. Lexa was wearing a white chef’s coat and black pants, her hair tied back in braids. She was standing behind the kitchen counter, hands folded behind her back with an array of skillets and knives laid out in front of her.

“For breakfast,” Lexa explained patiently. “What would you like?”

“What are you doing here?” Clarke asked, answering Lexa’s question with one of her own. “The last time I heard you were at some Michelin star restaurant in the French Riviera.”

Lexa pretended that she didn’t hear that. “There’s pancakes or waffles, I could also do crepes if you wanted those. Omelets, eggs Benedict, frittata-“

“Wait, hold on-“

“Oatmeal, French toast, bagels-“

“Can you just stop for a minute-“

“Your dad has me hide his sugary cereal from your mom, I can dig that out-“

“Lexa! Stop listing breakfast food!” Clarke said, exasperated. “What are you doing in my house?”

Lexa paused, looked down and avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? I work here,”

“But… why?” Clarke was genuinely confused. Why would someone give up a great and promising career to cook for her parents?

She didn’t get her answer, because her father entered the kitchen with a bright and cheery smile on his face. Clarke instantly scowled. She may not have remembered how most of her night had gone, but she remembered being burned by the person she called her father.

“Good morning, sweetie. Good morning, Lexa,” he said gleefully. He walked over and kissed the top of Clarke’s head, ignoring his daughter’s sour face. “Isn’t today a glorious day?”

“I see you’re enjoying your first day of retirement, sir,” Lexa grinned at him. “Shall I prepare your usual?”

“Please. But add extra bacon, I feel like celebrating,”

“Didn’t you and your bestie Cage do enough of that last night?” Clarke grumbled. Jake turned to her, smiling, and placed his hands on both sides of her face.

“Lighten up, sweetie. I’m sure once you have some food in you, you’ll be happier,”

“Food won’t make me happy,” Clarke said through squished cheeks. She removed her father’s hands from her face, angrily crossing her arms. Jake chuckled at his daughter’s death glare.

“You’ve haven’t had Lexa’s cooking in a long while. She’s like a food Midas, anything she makes turns to gold,”

“What happened to Alie?” Jake’s smile fell while Lexa looked down at her hands. “What?” Clarke asked again, looking between her father and Lexa. It was weird seeing Lexa at the house and not having her mom there, the chef the Griffins had since before Clarke was born.“What are you not telling me?”

“My mother passed away last year,” Lexa said quietly, not meeting Clarke’s eye. “Cancer,”

This morning has turned out to be quite the surprising event for the blonde.

“Excuse me?!” Clarke said angrily, turning to her father. “You didn’t think of mentioning this to me over the past year? That the woman I’ve known for as long as I’ve known you died?”

“In his defense, she wanted to keep her illness private,” Lexa explained calmly. When Clarke looked at her, her gaze softened. She wasn’t the one Clarke was rightfully angry towards. “The funeral was a small affair. Just family,”

Clarke frowned. Wasn’t she considered family? “That still doesn’t mean it was okay not to mention it to me,”

“You’re right,” Jake sighed, holding up his hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, that was wrong of me. Why don’t we sit down and have Lexa make us a nice breakfast. I’m sure there’s something on your mind,”

//

“Why did you pass over me for the promotion?” Clarke asked as Lexa slid plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her and Jake. “Why did you choose Cage of all people?”

“I know what you think of him, but he’s actually a brilliant man,” Jake started digging into his meal, talking with his mouth full. “Difficult, but brilliant,”

“But I don’t understand. You’ve been preparing me to take over for you since I started at the company. And I actually worked my way up from the bottom,”

“Cage is only a temporary solution,” Jake explained. “He will be interim CEO for the next six months before I decide if you’re fit enough to take over,”

“And what do you consider that to be?”

“How do I say this?” Jake rubbed his chin. “Clarke, you need a life,”

Clarke looked and felt offended. “What are you talking about? I have a life,”

“You’re a twenty eight year old workaholic who’s never had a serious partner before. Your mother and I are worried about you,”

“And where’s Mom now? Work.” Clarke snapped. “And the partner thing? A little misogynistic, don’t you think?”

Jake sighed. “Honey, don’t start. If I gave you the position right away, you would never find time to settle down,”

“So what are you saying? I can’t get the position I earned until I get hitched?”

“Not exactly,”

”Not exactly?”

“Well, not married per say, but a relationship, yes,”

Clarke stared at her father, eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re serious,”

“I am,” Jake nodded. “You need to get out there and actually live in the world, Clarke. There’s so much more to life than an office.”

“I do yoga,” Clarke pointed out. “Work’s not my entire life,”

“Honey, I don’t think you realize how sad that sounds,”

Clarke slumped down in her chair. “I could just hire someone, you know,”

“I know. But I’m using the honor code here. I just want you to be happy, to settle down,”

“I can be happy and not be in a relationship,”

“But you’re not,” Jake folded his hands on the table, pushing his empty plate away. “Just try. Put yourself out there. As long as I see you’re at least making an effort, the gig is yours.” This made Clarke sit up straighter in her chair.

“Really?” she asked. “So I have to just go on a few dates?”

“Emphasis on the effort, Clarke. And besides, six months is a long time, who knows? Maybe you’ll find your person,” Jake smiled warmly at his daughter, who rolled her eyes. “You’re a little too old for that now,”

“And I’m also a little too old for you to be telling me what to do,”

Jake sighed. “This isn’t a punishment. I really do want what’s best for you Clarke. Six months. That’s all I’m asking for,”

“Fine,” Clarke huffed, throwing down her fork on her partially eaten plate. She had lost her appetite, no matter how good it looked. “I’ll agree to this, no matter how dumb it is. It’s not like I’m actually going to fall in love just because you gave me a deadline.” Jake smiled, doing a little happy dance in his chair.

“I think this is going to be good for you, Clarke,” he said. Lexa came in and began clearing away the dishes as quietly as she could, trying to go unnoticed. Clarke watched her, not wanting to look at her father’s triumphant grin. She didn’t realize her eyes were trailing the girl until Lexa left and her father cleared his throat. When she turned back to him, his grin was faint, but there was a twinkle in his eye as he looked between Clarke and the doorway where his chef exited.

“Something amusing?” Clarke asked.

Jake chuckled. “No, nothing at all,”

read on ao3!

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Movie Lovers

Hello lovie dovies I have been gone for mad long because of college stuff, but also because I'm working on a longer fic 🤭. I wanted to keep y'all fed though so here's an Ellie blurb. Count how many times I wrote movies challenge! (Also there's 20 people following me that's crazy ya'll are amazing)

Minors DNI pls 🔞

word count: 1.9 k

proofread to the best of my ability

content warnings: a wee bit of friends to lovers, dirty talk, fingering (r! receiving), oral (r! receiving), pet names, lots of foreplay, teasing, cuddling, reader who overthinks, and as always no use of y/n

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Watching movies is the best pass time. It was your favorite thing to do because it was one of the few things that got your brain to slow down. You could get completely absorbed in another world for just a little while. It's even better with friends because you can talk about it afterward or even during. You didn't have to stress about anything outside of what was playing in front of you.

Your favorite person to watch movies with was your best friend Ellie. Ellie loved film just as much as you. You could talk about movies for hours with her if you wanted to. It was something you bonded over and the reason you became friends. You really liked Ellie you had known her for a while now. You might like her a little too much.

You liked the way every time she touched you it felt electric. She could give you butterflies just by talking. One time when you both were watching something together Ellie started to slowly move closer to you. You were sitting up with your legs in front of you propped up on an ottoman, and Ellie moved so her head was on your shoulder and your legs were intertwined. She just stayed there. For the rest of the movie. You couldn't remember what you were watching that night if your life depended on it. All you could focus on it how Ellies arm was strung behind your back and how warm she felt against you. You could feel yourself grow embarrassingly wet at the slight contact with her and you had to kick her out early. You made up some excuse about how you had to get up early.

This was the first movie night you'd had since that interaction. You were nervous about not being able to control yourself in front of Ellie. It wasn't fair to her, she was your friend, it wasn't her problem that you were attracted to her. You felt guilty and if she ever found out she might think that was the only reason you were nice to her.

You hear a knock at the door that snaps you out of your thoughts. You walk to the door to greet Ellie, praying you can keep it together. You open the door and there she is, standing there in her usual T-shirt and flannel pajama pants. You both agreed a while ago to just wear pajamas for movie night. Why did she have to look so good in pajamas?

You manage to blurt out a "hi!"

"Hey." she replies, smiling a little at your clear excitement.

"I've got the movie all ready to go." you say as you turn to let Ellie in.

"Very exciting. What did you decide for tonight?" she asks while walking past you, taking off her shoes and making a beeline to the couch. You close the door and follow her.

"Kick-ass." you say. You had both already seen it, but it was one of your favorites. No thinking required, plus it was kind of funny. You sit down on the opposite end of the couch from Ellie.

"Ah good choice. I could use a brainless type movie right about now." She immediately moves so your thighs are touching, ignoring your effort to put space between you two.

"Actually, do you mind if we lay down to watch this? I'm so exhausted I can barely see straight." Ellie suggests. That would mean either you sit on the floor or she would literally have to spoon you. Oh god.

"Ok but then where would I sit?" you ask. You have no idea what answer you're hoping for.

"Just lay down in front of me. We can cuddle up, there's plenty of room." There was indeed not plenty of room. Plenty of room would mean that every part of you wouldn't be touching Ellie. Plenty of room would not mean that Ellie's arm would be draped around you.

"Alright." you reply with a small laugh, ignoring every thought in your head right now. You stand up to allow Ellie to lay on her side, putting her head on a throw pillow resting on the arm of the couch. You grab the remote and press play before laying down in front of her. Ellie drapes her arm around you and places her hand comfortably on your stomach. Eventually she starts gently scratching you stomach moving her hand in circles. She would move her hand slowly up just below your breasts and back down right below your belly button. Just above and below where you really wanted them. She was teasing you and it almost felt intentional. The way her hand would sometimes go too high and graze your under-boob or too low and barely touch the hem of your shorts. Your breathing unintentionally starts to get heavier and Ellie notices.

"Something wrong?" She whispers.

"No, no I'm-" She touches the hem of your shorts again and you sharply inhale. "I'm fine."

"Ok, whatever you say." She replies, and you can almost hear the smugness in her voice. You're starting to think she's doing this on purpose.

A few more minutes go by and it's agony. You can't focus on anything except for the feeling of Ellies nails softly scratching your stomach. She wasn't even touching you directly and she was driving you insane. You're not sure how much more you can take.

Just when your about to get up to go to the bathroom to try and escape her touch, Ellie breaks the silence.

"I need to tell you something."

"Yeah?" You have no idea where this is going, but at least her hand has stilled for the moment.

"I like you."

"Yeah well I like you too, that's why I invite you over." You let out a nervous laugh. Hoping to deflect to conversation from going where you think it's going. Ellie props herself up on her elbow so she's laying about you, lightly grabs your jaw and turns your head to face her.

"No, I like you, like, a lot." She says, and you can tell by the way she's looking at you exactly what she means. This has to be a dream.

"I like you too, like a lot." Ellie looks like she wants to devour you. Instead she lays back down, keeping her head slightly above yours.

"I want to try something, if you want me to stop just tell me." You nod eagerly, hoping it has something to do with getting rid of the ache that's been growing between your legs for an hour now.

"Words pretty girl." Oh god that nickname.

"Yes, yes." you say breathlessly.

"Ok, and you have to promise to keep paying attention to the movie. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes." You say, a little confused, but Ellie could ask you to eat dirt right now and you would do it happily.

Her hand travels underneath your t-shirt, snaking it's way up to your boobs. She starts massaging the skin and lightly pinches at your nipple causing you to let out a small gasp. She moves to the other breast and does the same. She takes her hand out from under your shirt to prop herself up on her elbow. She grabs the hem of your shirt and starts pulling it up slowly causing you to be exposed to the chilly air in your apartment. She moves her hand down to the hem of your shorts and places her fingers underneath the elastic, moving them back and fourth a few times before slowly moving the waistband down. She moves her hand down under your shorts and cups your aching cunt and you gasp.

"You've been waiting for this huh?" You're a little embarrassed she can feel you leaking through your underwear, but you're too wound up to care. "I barely did anything and you're this wound up? Poor thing." She says with mock sympathy. "I promise I'll make it up to you." She whispers before moving her hand up under your underwear and onto your bare pussy. She takes her middle finger and drags it up your slit, and you immediately let out a quiet moan when she reaches your clit. Your eyes start to close from how amazing you feel when Ellie grabs your jaw and turns it towards her.

"Uh, uh," she tuts "watch the movie for me princess." You groan a little, but obey her request, since she's rewarding you so well.

Ellie starts drawing lazy circles around your clit. She does this until your bucking your hips towards her silently begging her to do something, anything more.

"What's wrong pretty girl? What do you need?" She asks smugly.

"More," yeah breathe out "Please."

Ellie lets out a small laugh "Since you asked so nicely."

She starts moving her finger in fast tight circles and you can't help but let out a moan at the new sensation.

"God I've barely touched you and you're already a mess. You're doing so well for me princess." The praise almost sends you over the edge, but then she slows down her movements. Her finger starts to move down to your entrance, slowly circling it before moving in deeper. She curls her finger upwards and you let out moan. She starts moving her finger in and out before adding a second causing you to cry out "Oh god Ellie."

"I know baby, just relax, I got you." She starts moving her fingers faster hitting that heavenly spot over and over, just when you're sure this is the most pleasure you've ever felt in your life Ellie surprises you. She sits up further and lays you down flat. She removes her fingers and you let out a whine. She kneels between your legs and moves your shorts and underwear to the side. Ellie lays on her stomach and grabs your legs so your knees are bent. Ellie's mouth is inches from your cunt, your thighs are framing her face and you can feel her breath on your clit. The image itself almost does you in. Ellie licks a stripe up your cunt and you let out a loud moan. She starts circling her tongue around you clit just as she inserts one finger into your entrance. It slide in with no resistance and then she adds another. She curls her fingers upwards once again and continues sucking and lapping at your clit. You can't help but moan every time she inserts her fingers. Your loud reaction only seemed to encourage her. She started fucking you faster and harder with her fingers. You could feel the pleasure building up inside of you, fast.

"Ellie I'm gonna-" Just when you were about to finish your sentence a blinding pleasure takes over your body causing you to buck you hips upward. You hands start clawing at the couch cushions begging for something to grab as Ellie fucks you through it. The waves of pleasure were unlike anything you'd felt before. It felt so good it almost hurt.

You slowly come down from your high and Ellie slows down her fingers and pulls them out of you. You can't move, you can't even think. You've never been this blissed out in your life. It was amazing.

Ellie makes her way up to meet your eyes and kisses you. She kisses you along your jaw, she kisses your nose, your eyebrows. "I think," She says in between kisses "We found something to do together besides watch movies."

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This ended up being way longer than I intended, but what can I say I can't do smut without a backstory. I hope ya'll enjoyed it and let me know if there's anything specific you want to see me write! After that go to sleep I know for a fact it is very late.

[kingkennny10]

So This Is Love

Scott Malkinson x gn!Reader

Study date and first kiss with your new boyfriend Scott <3 study date turned movie night! A whole bunch of fluff, ft roommate Red. Also in case yall aint notice, oneshots inspired by music will have pink titles now 😈 also yall i love star wars, 😞 my bad

Finals are creeping up on you slowly and with it comes the anxiety of failing. This thought prompts you to ask your partner Scott for a study date, you didn’t know it but you lifted so much weight off of his shoulders in doing so, he couldn’t think of a cute way to ask you.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing!” He says with a pout making you giggle. You guys were sitting in your usual cafe you meet at after class. “Wanna come over to my apartment and study?” He asked with a hopeful smile. You guys haven’t been dating very long, maybe a week and a half. The fact that he’s comfortable enough to ask you to come over has you overjoyed. After all both of you wanted to take things slow, not even sharing a first kiss yet, maybe with some luck that will change tonight.

“Sure! What time do you want me to be there?” You asked now holding his hand over the table rubbing it with your thumb gently. He looked up to the ceiling thinking about his schedule, his tongue poking out in thought.

“How about you go home, grab some snacks, and change into pajamas while I get the apartment ready then we can study and maybe watch a movie after? You can spend the night too if you’d like.” Scott said nervously awaiting your input. Your smile never faltered as you looked at him.

“That sounds like a solid plan Scotty! Ill be over in 30.” You said as you got up, Scott followed suit and you pulled him into a hug just outside the door. “See you soon lover boy!” And with that you walked to your dorm leaving behind a blushing Scott. He stood off to the side watching you until you were out of sight before he left himself. You were jittery with excitement your whole way back.

Fumbling with the keys all but twice as you opened the door to your dorm, you shut the door behind you letting out a squeal. Letting out a small apology to your dorm mate Red before making your way to your closet grabbing some pj’s.

“What’s got you all excited?” Red asked leaning back in her rolly chair. She had a big smile on her face due to your excitement.

“Scott invited me over for a study date and a movie, probably gonna spend the night!” You sighed out dreamily. You flopped back onto your bed gazing up at the ceiling. “He invited me over!” You said again almost not believing yourself.

“Amazing progress champ! I’ll keep my ringer on if you need me.” Red said and turned back to her desk typing out what seemed to be an essay. You changed into your pajamas, some flannel pants and an old star wars t-shirt that had palpetine on it. You grabbed a box of cheez itz and a can of pringles shoving it into a backpack along with your laptop and a notbook deeming yourself ready to go.

“Im off Red! Don’t miss me too much!” You chimed slipping on some shoes and grabbing your keys. Red rolls into your line of sight just before you turn around to leave.

“Text me details, be safe, and remember my ringer is on.” Red said again, you gave her a smile and a nod before shutting and locking the door behind you. Heading to your car you texted Scott letting him know you were getting in your car and to send the address. You put your bag in the passenger seat and cut on some lovey dovey music from one of your playlists. Scott texted back with his address and a couple hearts followed by ‘drive safe sugar’ and it made you smile like an idiot.

The drive to Scotts was maybe 5 minutes, what made it longer was after you got there you had to work up the nerves to walk up the steps. Finally making it to the door you knocked to the rhythm of a tune you couldn’t place at that moment. When Scott opened the door he melted at the sight of you, you looked wonderful to him.

“There you are!” Scott said happily. He gently placed his hand under yours leading you inside his home. It was dimly lit, there was an orange tinted lamp lighting the living space and the only other light was coming from the kitchen. “Welcome to my apartment.” Scott said after he closed and locked the door behind you. You were still taking it all in.

“Its so cozy in here Scotty, I love it!” You said next peering into his bedroom where there was blue led lights shining.

“There’s not much decor but, hopefully you can change that in the future.” Scott said shyly as he walked ahead leading you to his bedroom, you blushed at his words which he was none the wiser to. He only had a full size bed and his desk with a full pc set up in his room. He walked over to a door on the side and opened it. “This is where the bathroom is if you need it at all tonight. We can study in here too, you can take the bed or I can pull up another chair and we can both sit at my desk.”

You giggled to yourself at how cute he was, he’s being so polite and shy. You put your bag down on his bed and walk towards him giving him a hug. He hugged you back and brought you down on the bed with him, both of you on your sides.

“Scott your place is lovely, thank you for inviting me!” You said and rubbed your noses together. He pulled you into his chest giving you a short squeeze and a kiss on the top of your head.

“Of course baby, you’re always welcome. Now let’s get to studying so we can watch a movie!” Scott said as he got up. You scooted back to the middle of his bed grabbing your back pack.

You guys studied for close to 3 hours before deciding it was time for the movie, you pulled out your snacks as Scott pulled up a website that has almost every movie. “So star wars it is?” Scott asked looking over at you with a smile. You laughed as you opened up the pringles.

“Easy pick huh, it’s gotta be the first episode though.” You said putting a pringle in your mouth. He set up his speaker and made the movie full screen.

“You wore the shirt, how could I not. Also great movie choice by the way.” After pressing play on the movie he moved his chair out of the way and joined you on the bed.

“Maybe we can be Anakin and Amidala for halloween?” You asked offering over the pringles. He smiled as he took some pringles.

“You’re such a nerd.” He said not taking his eyes off of you, he was sealing every detail in his memory.

“You’re one to talk, with all your rebel propaganda!” You said watching the movie begin. He was still watching you with a dopey smile on his face.

“I never said it was a bad thing sugar. I like having a partner with shared interests.” He said and you finally met his gaze. Your face began to heat up at the thought of him watching you for so long, his mirroring yours. Like magnets both of you began to lean into eachother, you made one quick glance to his lips before you closed the gap kissing him slowly. You felt the heat from his cheeks before you raised your hands to cup them. When you pulled away you giggled.

“Since when did you become such a smooth talker Scott?” You asked with a smile. His face was red with embarrassment as his eyes shot to his lap now too embarrassed to look at you now.

“I-i don’t know, I’m sorry!” Scott tried to continue but you stopped him with another peck on the lips. You smiled at him again as he melted into your touch with the most love drunk expression you think you’ve ever seen.

“There he is.” You said placing another kiss on his nose. The night went on smoothly from there, cuddled up on his bed watching all of the star wars movies. You made sure to send Red an update that you guys kissed and you’d explain tomorrow before falling asleep in Scotts arms.

When i tell yall scott means so much to me, i mean that shit!!! Hes such a lil cutie patootie, how can you not write all the most adorable tooth wrotting fluff for himmmmm 💕💕💕 such a sweetheart!

[starsbegantofall]

All of the clothes mending I finished this 3 day weekend, except for the bottom right pants, I actually did two of them, light pink and bright fuschia. Did any of these mending tasks take more than 5 to 10 minutes to do? No. Not at all. Then why did it take me so long to do them? The mental illness.

For some reason my washing machine or dryer (or dry cleaner) eats up buttons, but I managed to rescue the buttons and finally replaced them on 5 pieces of clothing. I also repaired a ripped pocket seam on some homemade flannel pajama pants. As for the pink trousers, these are to be worn with ao dai (traditional Vietnamese clothing) but I was apparently much skinnier 6 or so years ago when I first got these tailored. I thought I would never be able to wear them again but I noticed the front waistband was sewn with a large seam allowance tacked down on the interior center, and if I let out the seam allowance to its fullest, it would just fit my waist exactly. I ripped the front seam out and resewed the seam with like 1/4 inch seam allowance and now I can wear these trousers without compression. They don't match my new teal ao dai (also had to upsize to an XL instead of M lol) that well, but don't look too bad especially since the front is hidden under the dress, so I consider this a win. Especially if I want new pants, I would have to sew my own pants with invisible zipper, and that's beyond my skill level. I technically have to hem my ao dai since I won't be wearing the tallest shoes in the world with them but I think I need someone to measure the hem for me, so that's gotta wait.

The last mending I have to do is replacing lost rhinestones on a jacket and blouse but I would have to shop around for rhinestones. Pro tip, handwash anything with rhinestones because they will fall out no matter how delicate cycle you use. And an older Liz Lisa dress with the elastic cracking at the sleeves but I dunno if I want to handsew or machine sew the chiffon yet.

Below is before shot of the overfull mending basket, with the ao dai draped over top, plus some finished mending I did earlier this year including: a Pokemon fluffy headband for washing your face with the elastic disintegrated, a velvet cloth for protecting my violin with the batting inside disintegrated and replaced with fluffy flannel, zipper replacement for my Liz Lisa dress, and sewing up a ripped seam on my leopard print pillowcase.

And for a little bonus photo, four scrunchies I made from some print fabric scraps, yes with my fake nails on, some scraps too small to make anything but tiny doll clothes out of, but the scale would be weird. Not sure I want to keep making them though because as my previous mending photos indicate, the elastic will eventually wear out (probably in like 5 or 10 years but still... that's annoying). What do you think? Yay or nay?

[notwhelmedyet]

2022 Craft Project Roundup

it’s almost the end of 2022 and I had the thought - why not compile all my projects for the year in one post? It’d be fun (for me). So here we go!!

January - March: Ficbinding of my Taking Care Trilogy

A project I had been dreaming of even while I was writing these fics - I finally made fancy hand-bound copies of my longest fic series ever.

March: Straw Marquetry Panels

Big shoutout to Pipsqueak on the Renegade server who let me know that this shit exists, because it is the perfect intersection of things I like: natural materials, shiny things, geometric shapes, straw!. I discovered that straw marquetry is incredibly fiddly and time consuming and my initial thought of full ceilings or large murals was way overly ambitious. But I still love it, despite all it’s fiddliness

April - June: Various failed experiments with straw dyeing

There is a way to dye straw. It must exist. People sell dyed straw. But despite at least 10 attempts with fiber reactive and RIT dyes with various prep methods, I did not once succeed in getting dye to take to the outer shiny side of the straw. (I intended to make pink straw for the wedding guestbook later in this list)

May: Pieced cubical bulletin board covers

I decided to spice up my cubical a bit with some nice fabric covers over my bulletin boards, after a friend told me it was super easy to remove them & cover them with fabric via tacks. The green fabric I got turned out to be too short 🤦 so I got a jelly roll of rainbow batiks and pieced these funky covers together.

May - June : Pair of dyed historical-inspired tunics

Another project I’ve had in my head for years - using a medieval reenactment tunic tutorial to make my own shirts out of linen. Linen turns out to be fabulous to dye, unlike straw, which is evil. It does wrinkle the moment you look at it, but you just have to be chill with that.

June: First longstitch bookbinding

Inspired by the amazing works of queercore-curriculum I had decided to use a criss-cross longstitch for the wedding guestbook I planned to make for my friend A. This was my initial testbook, which I did on graph paper thinking I could use it as a journal. The graph paper turns out to be very thin and bad for journal writing but the book itself I am quite proud of :)

July: DIY alcohol stove (& knots!)

So in July I went to a natural building/strawbale construction workshop and I was going to need to cook for myself on the first day of camping - hence a brief research binge on alcohol stoves & how to DIY them. This is the simplest possible alcohol stove made out of a cat food can & while youtube will tell you to optimize by making it much more complicated it works fine for boiling water/making fancy curry mashed potatoes.

Also around this time I learned how to do several knots for having up my camping hammock, which isn’t exactly a craft but it’s not knot a craft ;)

July: Part of a house

oh fuck it, the house goes on the list. As part of the aforementioned workshop I (along with about 40 other people) assembled the strawbale walls for a family home. It was by far the most amazing experience I had in 2022. Like adult summer camp with more powertools & while learning skills I hope to someday turn upon a home of my own.

September: Pajama pant spectacular

In September I made two new pajama pants (one of rockin’ flannel and one of a nice purple shot cotton) and also repaired several old pairs (new elastic, added pockets, patched some holes etc). Yes I do patch pockets on pajamas, they’re not fashionable but they’re much more convenient for phone access while cooking.

October: Wedding Guestbook

A guestbook for my friend’s wedding, done in the style of that other longstitch book, but with more fancy things :3

November: Small notebook

Made a small notebook with the offcuts from the wedding guestbook for a friend gift exchange. I was very proud of this one; simple and sweet and finished in a single weekend (it helped that the pages were already deckled to size).

December: Paperboard desk organizer

I keep my downstairs stuff (pens, wallet, keys, etc) in a little basket downstairs so I don’t have to wander the house looking for them and I decided to finally make organizers for it so it wouldn’t be a melange of mess. Used scraps from my bookbinding supplies & they turned out pretty good considering I have 0 box making experience.

December: Tablet weaving/work lanyard

Another craft I’ve wanted to try for years: tablet weaving! I finally thought of an excuse one day at work while contemplating how much I hated my lanyard - it flipped around constantly and the keys made unending clanking noises when I walked. I might make a post on tablet weaving bc I am in love. I need to think of more excuses. It’s so good, so satisfying. It’s like the opposite of straw marquetry in terms of how much I enjoy it in the moment :p

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, July 10th, 2024.

Have you ever been on a laptop inside a vehicle? I don't think so. I'm very susceptible to motion sickness, so that would not be a good time.

While on the road, do you play any road games? I did when I was younger. We'd play games like slug-bug, the license plate game, I spy, and this random game that me and my sibling made up. You'd basically pronounce words very literally, with long vowel sounds, and the other person would have to guess what they were. A very simple/easy example: Juh-ay-puh-ain = Japan.

Do you have a button up shirt? I have a few.

Has there been a word you thought you were spelling correctly but then you find out that it isn’t? What was the word? I don't think I've had that issue with spelling words, but I have experienced it with pronouncing them. Such is the fate of reading books containing words that people don't use very often in everyday speech. I can't think of a specific one atm, though.

Do you have a garden in your backyard/front yard? We have a neglected, overgrown side garden in the front yard. We also used to have a veggie garden in the back, but I didn't bother with it this year. I've just got too much going on to be able to weed, water, and properly care for it. Maybe next year, if I'm more settled in my routines, have better energy levels, etc.

What color is your water tower in your city/town? I have no idea.

Have you ever picked apples before? No.

Are you scared of semi-trucks? Especially when you’re driving next to one? I wouldn't say I'm scared, but I do try to get ahead of or fall behind them as quickly as I can.

Have you accidentally put lipgloss/lipstick on your teeth before? Yeah.

If you wear chapstick, do you have any special flavors or just the regular kind? It's minty.

Do you think little babies look cute in overalls? Yeah.

Have you ever been to the site www.someecards.com? Wow, that really hits me in the early (or at least earlier) internet nostalgia. Same with all the old memes.

Have you ever tried Crystal Lite? If so, what’s your favorite? Maybe once…? I'm not sure.

Have you ever had a dream that your teeth were falling out? Yeah. I have the "teeth dream" on a fairly regular basis. Maybe once every couple of months or so.

Have you ever went on www.dreammoods.com to interpret your dreams? I don't think I've been to that specific site, but I have looked up certain dream themes before. For instance, I had a weird one recently in which I butchered and ate a snake - or almost ate it, anyway. I got right up to the point where I was about to put it in my mouth, but I couldn't do it. Apparently, according to SunSigns dot com, "Eating a snake in a dream can signify a desire for transformation in your life. You may be feeling stuck in a certain situation or circumstance and are looking for a way out. Eating a snake in a dream can be a sign that you are ready to make a major change in your life and embrace a new outlook." Guess I wasn't ready enough, lmao.

Do you own any pajama bottoms with a design on them? Explain what it is [or you can post a picture up if your heart desires to.] I have some purple plaid flannel ones, but I mostly just wear sweats/track pants.

Do you sometimes wonder how surveys were created in the first place? Was someone just so bored that they decided to ask someone random questions? I don't think I ever gave it much thought…but now I certainly am… Thank you, brave, bored soul.

Do you like eating shrimp? I like popcorn shrimp.

Ever heard of Rochester, NY? Yeah.

Do you have a fence? Yeah. The backyard is fenced in.

Do you have any signs on your bedroom door? I don't.

If you have any pets, do you talk to them in a baby voice? Sometimes. And give them ridiculous nicknames, etc.

Does your head hurt when you cry?: It doesn't tend to hurt when I cry, but often afterward. I made the mistake of crying a little in therapy earlier, just a few tears, and a migraine has been threatening ever since. Like, please no, I just had one yesterday, I don't need this in my life. You see, it's not due to a sense of pride or embarrassment that I try to keep my emotions in check, but because I just don't want to deal with the repercussions of letting them out.

Who was the last person to comfort you?: My therapist.

Are you currently wearing any socks?: I am.

What’s the closest thing to your right hand?: The mouse/keyboard.

When was the last time you made a wish?: I'm not sure.

Have you ever watched a foreign film with English subtitles?: I have.

When was the last time you wore athletic shorts?: I have no idea.

Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place?: In the end, I'll be dead. So…whatever.

What’s the closest transparent object to you?: My water bottle.

What was the last thing you swallowed?: Coffee.

Do you like mayonnaise?: Yeah.

Anyways… When was the last time you went out in the rain?: I think it was a couple of weeks ago. It was sprinkling on the way to the animal shelter.

Have you ever seen a Tim Burton movie, like Coraline, 9, etc.?: I've seen The Nightmare Before Christmas and Coraline.

Do you keep 3D glasses after you’ve left the movie theatre?: Maybe as a kid. I haven't seen any 3D movies in recent years, but I wouldn't keep the glasses.

When was the last time you heard a British accent in person?: I'm not sure.

Who was the last person to unsurprisingly disappoint you?: People unsurprisingly disappoint me all the time. At this point, I would be surprised to be surprisingly disappointed. Or something like that.

Do you know what FTW stands for?: I do.

When was the last time you went bowling?: Not since I was a teen.

Do you like cats?: Yesss. They're my favorite animal.

Do you use aerosol hairspray? It’s bad for the environment, you know…: No.

What was the last food you choked on?: I didn't completely choke, but I had a doughnut the other day and some of the crumbs made me cough. I had to chew and swallow really fast before I coughed 'em all over the place.

Who was the last person you disappointed?: I have no idea.

Do you really miss someone right now?: No.

Do you think anyone can really reach “Nirvana” at some point?: Idk. Maybe they can.

What’s the capital of the state you reside in?: Denver.

What is the last advice you gave someone?: I'm not sure.

Do you ever dip your fingers in wet candle wax?: I have.

Does it annoy you when people are always smiling and happy all the time?: No.

[whennnow]

2023 Wrap Up

December 31, 2023

This year has been an emotional roller coaster with very high highs and very low lows. But let's focus on sewing and historical stuff!

Goal Recap

I had two main goals this year - starting my SCA-appropriate wardrobe and stashbusting.

Originally, I had wanted to jump right into the fitted cotehardies of the late 1300s, but that didn't work out. For one, those are difficult to fit, and patterning the dresses would have taken as long as (if not longer than) sewing one. I also would have wanted to splurge on linen and wool, which wasn't quite in my budget.

I did, however, throw together some basic Roman-ish garb (perfect for summer events), make two basic tunics (more appropriate for the 1200s) from thrifted sheets, and acquire some accessories to really pull the look together.

That means I have enough garb to wear at SCA events, and my goal has been accomplished.

As for stashbusting, well... seven of my projects did come from stash fabric. I bought fabric for five projects (which did get used already). I also acquired small quantities of some other fabrics, all but one of which was free.

I'm going to say I broke even on that one.

Project Recap

My 2023 sewing projects were (in more-or-less chronological order):

Another "Boardwalk Duet" top from the Wearing History pattern (stash fabric)

Patched/reinforced my favorite pajama pants with flannel scraps (stash)

1940s 'camiknickers' from Mrs Depew Vintage pattern 2010 (stash fabric)

Altered Regency petticoat to increase hem circumference (stash)

Blue Regency lace-up bodice with ribbon trim (stash fabric and trim)

Edwardian combinations with blue accents from the TV pattern (stash fabric)

Roman-ish chiton and palla for an SCA event (bought both fabrics)

Regency open robe in shot dupioni using American Duchess/Simplicity 8941 (stash fabrcic)

Periwinkle velvet panties to match bralette from last year (stash fabric, purchased elastic)

Moved around the patches on my denim jacket

Blue canvas tote bag (leftover fabric from my corset, plus additional stash fabric for the lining)

Black velvet handbag for a friend's wedding plus three drawstring pouches for bridesmaids (mix of stash and purchased fabric)

Two basic t-tunics for SCA garb (thrifted fabric)

Linen veil and wimple set for SCA garb (purchased fabric)

Tree skirt for one of my grandmother's themed trees

Misc Recap

I'd like to commemorate some-sewing adjacent stuff I did this year, too!

I swatched, measured, and catalogued my entire fabric stash, with the exception of scraps.

I also organized my button stash. Sets of buttons were sewn onto cardstock, while singles are divided into small containers - one for black/white/clear buttons, one for brown buttons, one for pearly grey and white buttons, and one for all the miscellaneous colorful ones. There's also a small bead organizer in the box for sets of shank buttons.

I learned to pattern and sew kiss-clasp purses! Or at least one. I made it as a gift for my friend who got married, and it felt like a brilliant culmination of what I've learned in terms of sewing.

I also learned some simple wire-working skills to expand my SCA accessories. First, I learned how the Romans made the beaded links in their jewelry and used that to make two necklaces and two pairs of earrings. Second, I learned to make both plain and beaded fibulae (basically safety pins).

Current UFOs

My grandmother's shirt - take in the princess seams slightly at the top and reattach the sleeves

1890s corset cover - i need to finish the neck, armholes, and hem with bias tape, attach the front placket, and add buttons and button holes

I accomplished more sewing-related stuff than I expected to this year, and I think joining the SCA gave me a big push in the right direction. It was nice to work on things knowing that I would have somewhere to wear them.

Stay tuned for my goals/predictions for 2024!

Until then,

Stay warm. Stay safe. Stay healthy.

[exanimateisacomic]

Levi sat on his bed, looking over the messy room.

It wasn’t his mess, Luis said this was just a guest room they use for storage. It was cluttered with stacks of boxes, dust and dirt. There was room for the bed and pathways from the bed to the hallway door, bathroom door, and the window.

Levi got up and walked over to the door and peered out into the hallway, catching Luis about to walk away.

“Oh, uh Luis?” He muttered aloud

Luis turned around, catching his new guest peering out of his room “oh hey Levi! Did you need something?”

Levi brought his hands together on the door frame “the-the room is a bit cluttered…m-may I clean it up a bit? I-I figured I would ask before messing around with these boxes.”

Luis nodded “of course!” He turned back and started down the stairs “I’ll grab you some cleaning supplies!”

Levi waited by the doorway for a minute. Then he saw Luis rush up the stairs with a mop, bucket, broom, dustpan, spray bottles with colorful liquids and a few rolls of paper towel.

Levi moved aside as Luis practically toss everything into the room, landing on the nearby desk. He paused to catch his breath before taking the apron off of him and hand it to Levi

“Here.” He said “it’ll help keep your clothes clean. And there’s gloves in the pocket there.”

Levi looked at the front pocket and took out the bright pink latex kitchen gloves “oh. Thanks.”

Luis glanced around at the boxes “do-do you need some help with these? I can sort this stuff out if you want, maybe let you have some of the things in here?”

Levi looked up from the gloves blankly at Luis “uh…y-yeah.” He put the gloves back and put on the apron.

Then the two went to work.

It was amazing how much stuff the Lynch family held on to. Luis talked with Eliza and Reuben about the stuff they had in the boxes and a lot of it was just junk that was hauled out in under an hour. Levi was allowed to keep a few odds and ends to make his room more cozy. There was a dusty tv with a vcr built into it and a stack of tapes. Luis weened out the more mature titles and left him with a decent collection of movies. There was also a box of clothes no one wanted that Levi was allowed to have, it had sweaters and flannel lined pajama pants (perfect for a demon in a damned soul’s body)

After all the boxes were dealt with (any that did remain were left in the closet that was uncovered) and now Levi had a room proper.

“Oh wow. There is more room here than I expected!” He said

Luis nodded “it’s about the same size as Reuben’s room, but this one is connected to the bathroom there.”

“Ah.” Levi said. He walked over to the desk and picked up the apron and put it on “I- I will start cleaning proper n-now.” He turned and looked at Luis “thank you for helping.”

Luis reached into his coat for a smoke “of course.” He then turned and headed out. He paused in the doorway “hey, you gonna be okay?”

Levi finished putting in the gloves as he was asked “i- I will. I just want to focus on cleaning now- it it will help with my-“ he paused as he choked on his words “my-my focus and control of Seth’s body.”

Luis nodded “do you want me or Eliza to bring you some food?”

Levi paused. “Y-yes please.”

[crankyfacedknitter]

I think I can make masks now?

I may be late on the bandwagon for making masks, but it’s been...a process. Three months ago I didn’t sew at all. I took two sewing classes (How To Use A Sewing Machine and Make An Apron, which was all straight lines, materials pre-cut, etc.) and picked up a few fat quarters of quilting cotton along with some remnants on a whim. A few days later, the lockdown was upon us. 

Two weeks later I ordered a sewing machine, the same one I’d used in the classes, so at least I knew how to work it. It arrived two weeks after that.

I watched videos about what made an effective mask, what shape to use, what were ideal materials, how to fit them, what wasn’t working. It became clear pretty quickly that I wasn’t going to be able to help our front-line workers. I couldn’t get elastic, cotton, interfacing, the plastic stuff to put in the middle that turned out to be unbreathable. I didn’t have fabric scissors or a ruler, only a retractable tape measure. My iron made noises like a disgruntled koala, and spat white stuff out with the steam. Bias tape, twill tape, shoelaces all sold out. I made some prototypes, held them together with hoodie strings. 

A friend posted a mask pattern she was using, being an experienced sewer, along with material guidelines (thanks to her degree in the subject). It took me two weeks to decipher that it wasn’t any different from what I’d heard before, there were just charts and maths reinforcing the decision to use two layers of higher-density (quilting) cotton, plus at least one layer of cotton flannel for moisture absorption between them, for civilian usage, not medical. There were four sizes, which seemed reasonable. They didn’t really fit. I didn’t know what alterations to make.

I learned how to make bias tape, using larger pieces of fabric. I pulled out top sheets from the linen closet that no longer had a fitted sheet to go with them, and used it for bias tape and more mask attempts. They were lumpy, and even with wire for the nose let too much breath out to fog the glasses. I got frustrated. 

A week later, I decided to try to work on my basic sewing skills. Surely that was the problem, right? I made a project bag with a zipper and box corners. I learned that a zipper foot would have made that easier. I made a Japanese-style knot bag and learned that sewing patterns can have basic construction mistakes the same as knitting patterns. My printer made the pattern pages different sizes, but only slightly. (Still haven’t found a solution for that.) I helped my youngest make the same pincushion pillow and fabric boxes that I had made. I sewed an altar cloth, and a pincushion-and-thread-catcher to hang off the side of the table for all the loose threads that just accumulate when you sew. They weren’t perfect, but they were better.

I bought a new iron, and a folding mat to put on the table so I didn’t have to set up a whole ironing board in another room. I got a pair of good scissors, and a magnetic pin dish (HIGHLY REC). I bought new thread, not relying on the stuff in my repair kit that had been there for years. Good thread, still plain white and black (they were running out of that too, online). I made bias tape, burnt the shit out of my fingers, and ordered a bias tape making kit so that process wouldn’t have so much swearing or sweating involved. (It’s been two months. It will be here soon.)

I found a different mask pattern. Someone took the Olsen pattern and made the nose cuts deeper, the chin longer but curved, the sides more swooped. They made it in 7 sizes. Surely one of these would be big enough for my fat face! I made the largest size. It was like going to the store as a kid, with your mom, and sticking your little face into the biggest bra cup you could find. Okay, scaling down. Make the next size down.

 It was still taking forever. I was still making stupid mistakes, like sewing it wrong-sides together, or putting the nose wire pocket on the chin, or cutting out two pieces and one was backwards, so to fit its mate, one of them was wrong-side out. Cut two inner linings. Cut two flannels. Cut two outer pieces. Cut a bias strip for the nose piece, fold in half and sew the short sides shut. Cut four lengths of homemade bias tape, and sew them down on one short side and one long side. Ironing between every assembly step. I could get through about one mask, maybe the cutting-out of a second, before my brain and body shut down, overloaded. I had to take a week or more off of sewing in between sessions, because it took too much energy. I was also helping two kids work remotely, and figuring out how to cook every meal like I was living in the country again, only without the extra chest freezer for resources. It was...a lot. It continues to be a lot.

I labeled the sizes so I could keep them straight, other than the basic measurements they were labeled as. It worked out as XXXS, XXS, S, M, L, XL, XXL. By the time I got down to working on the M, I realized that what I should do is cut out all the pieces at once, not include the flannel or interfacing, and just make some basic fit prototypes. By now I’d gotten a single roll of poly-cotton twill, so I didn’t have to use the bulky homemade bias tape for ties, and that helped, too. Just cut out the paper patterns all at once. Iron all the fabrics. Mark out the patterns on the fabric, all at once. Cut them piece by piece, all at once. Measure out the ties and melt the edges shut, all at once, and so on.

I got through the last four masks in two days doing that. They fit better, and it seems on this pattern, I’m a S/M, my kids are S/M and XS/S, and my husband still thinks he needs the biggest size. I think he’s a L. 

I got a rotary cutter (we already had a self-healing cutting mat, although small) and some more quilting cotton once our state opened up on Monday (don’t get me started). I’m still using the sheets, as they’re actually soft and dense and a neutral color, and good for linings. I ditched the fiddly tailor’s chalk and got out a sharpie. I folded the sheet so I only had to cut once for both sides. I actually pre-washed all my fabrics, which I hadn’t done before, and was startled by how much they shrank. Makes sense with what happened to the fit prototypes after washing. 

I’m learning how to make this easier on myself. I think I’m getting better at it.

Time to iron, and mark out XS, S, M and L patterns. I’m just going to do a bunch, and keep them in piles according to sizes. I don’t know what I’m going to do with them all yet, but it looks like we’re in this thing for the long haul. I think I’m finally ready to help.

[charlieswanswife]

Hi! May i request something for charlie swan where reader has been out with her friends and comes home a bit drunk? Thank you! Love your work btw!!!

Charlie Swan dad mode™ activated

Oh also I’m definitely making a part two so keep an eye out for that 😉

Charlie’s Little Brat

“Where the hell have you been?”

Charlie spoke from the couch—where he had just been dozing off for merely five minutes. His voice sounded gruff, tired. You began to realize you were wrong to assume the lecture would be reserved for the morning.

“Out with friends,” you responded, “They were in town and I haven’t seen them since college—I told you this before.”

The creek of the door had been the one to give you away. Maybe the rattling of your keys. You weren’t sneaking in per say—how could you when you lived with a cop after all?

You just didn’t expect to come home to find Charlie laying on the couch. Television blaring in front of him no less. He sported one of his many flannels, sleeves rolled up to his forearms as well as some old pajama pants.

“Yeah and you also told me you would be home two hours ago,” he grumbled.

You sighed as you placed your coat on the hanger next to the doorway. “Well we got caught up in old gossip. I didn’t realize how late it got until we had to leave,” you replied indifferently before a mumbled “didn’t realize i had a bedtime to adhere to” left your lips.

Charlie gave a scoff at your words, planting two firm feet on the floor before he lifted himself off the couch. He made his way over to you, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows furrowed. Bushy lip contorted into a scowl.

“Why weren’t you answering your phone? The least you coulda done was text me.”

Now it was your turn to scoff.

“You can’t expect me to stay glued to my phone the whole night! Really Charlie you gotta lighten up.”

Charlie rarely ever got mad. He was always used to keeping his cool even when someone pushed his buttons. The only time ever got legitimately pissed off was at his ex-wife or when someone was slacking off on the job.

Sometimes even Bella.

Because he expects childish behavior to come from his 17 year old daughter not his girlfriend.

“You know what time it is?” His voice raised, “Out drinking with friends I’ve barely even heard of—all you could have done was send me one single text so that I’d have known you’d come back safe!”

“I’m an adult Charlie I can take care of myself.”

“You sure as hell ain’t acting like one.”

Charlie’s closed in on you, backing you up into the wall. Close enough to feel his breath against your cheek. He’s fuming, angry brown gaze challenging your own. The bags under his eyes much more apparent up close.

“How much you drink?”

“I’m not drunk—”

“Didn’t say you were,” he cut you off, one hand rested beside your head against the wall, “I can smell the alcohol on your breath.”

[frogtanii]

“hi everyone,” you gave your webcam a half hearted wave, noting the flood of inquisitive comments at your demeanor.

ynismymommy: omg queen r u ok??????

emilia.95: Have you been sleeping?

atsumus-leftballsack: bestie imma need you to invest in some concealer

a giggle pried it’s way up your throat, despite your attempts to stop it as you read the comments. yes, you were fully aware that you looked like shit however, you just weren’t expecting the viewers of your stream to be so... observant.

“holy shit guys, i’m okay,” you attempted to placate your vicious audience by giving them a (forced) smile and a small chuckle. “let’s just play, okay?”

you loaded up your game of choice (call of duty — you had a lot of aggression to work off) while making idle chatter with your fanbase. they seemed to have dropped conversation about your heavy eye bags and low enthusiasm in favor of more lighthearted topics.

just as you were starting to get into it, a knock sounded at your door. at first, you were tempted to ignore it but after a few moments of silence, the knocking started up again, more incessantly. your comments started to go wild, wondering who exactly was banging on your door at like 11p.

bokutos.bahamamommamilkers: tell whoever is @ the door to fuck off

shartyba3_420: damn slam me yn like [redacted] is slamming on that door

Greg_72: Hey, you can go answer that! We’ll wait <3

you apologize quickly before removing your headphones and scurrying over to the door. swinging it wide open, you’re met with bokuto.

and what a sight he is.

once bright, golden eyes were now dull and void, accompanied by dark circles that rivaled your own while his usually sunny visage was dampened by this metaphorical dark cloud that was hanging above him.

in other words, he looked like shit.

the both of you must look like quite a pair — you in your ratty, oversized hoodie and red sweats and him in his white t shirt and flannel pajama pants. after giving him another glance over, you repressed the urge to pull him into your room and into a hug, instead choosing to wrap your arms around yourself tightly.

“um, hey bo,” you started, unable to keep your eyes on his face. “i’m really sorry but i’m streaming right now. maybe we can hang out later?”

bokuto shook his head no, and your heart began to sink. you were just so tired and you didn’t have the energy to entertain or comfort the man at the moment without letting another piece of yourself crumble but you knew you didn’t have the heart to turn him away.

resigning yourself to your fate, you stepped to the side to let him into your room, making a mental note to shield him from your webcam while you brought him to lie on your bed.

to your complete and utter surprise, bokuto did not move, shaking his head no again before moving to grab something just out of your sight behind your doorway.

you were now thoroughly intrigued, shuffling closer to peek into the hallway, only to be stopped by a box being thrusted into your hands. you looked over the colorfully painted cardboard but it gave you no indication as to what was on the inside and glancing at kotarou gave you no help whatsoever.

“what’s this?” you voiced your confusion while weighing the box in your hands, the confusion only amplifying when you discover the box is suspiciously light. you’re shaken from your investigation when bokuto throws another object in your hands, this one significantly heavier.

looking up at him, you’re taken aback by the emotion swirling in his irises, his mouth finally parting to speak. “i’m so sorry,” kotarou’s voice, while gravelly from disuse, was sincere, a slight quiver being found underlying his words. “i- i know i never said it but i just want you to know that i-i care about you and that i am so sorry for ever hurting you and making you feel like you were less than. y-you’ve helped me become myself again a-and i can never thank you enough.”

a shuddering breath left his chest as he trained his eyes on the ceiling before looking back at you with watery eyes. “you don’t have to forgive me. i-i’d understand.” you opened your mouth to respond, to rebut, but you were cut off by his strong arms, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

you couldn’t keep yourself from melting into his hold, a small ounce of stress leaving your body at his words but the bulk of it remaining. he’s just apologizing because you’re the only girl who’s shown him an ounce of kindness, the voice in the back of your head whispered.

as bokuto pulled you in tighter, you stiffened, the voice getting louder and more constant. the man holding you didn’t miss the way you tensed and hesitantly removed himself from you, his hurt written plain all over his face.

kotarou gave you a weak smile and another gentle apology before turning and leaving for his room. you already felt guilt creeping up your spine for not holding him the way you thought you should but you quickly pushed the feeling down, knowing that you wouldn’t have gotten the rest you deserved if you’d done so.

letting out a deep sigh, you shut your door and moved back to continue your stream, not before gently setting down the 2 colorfully decorated boxes on the bed, a small smile creeping across your face at the sight of the gifts.

your stream ended pretty shortly after, your mind unable to focus on the game — it was getting borderline embarrassing how often you were dying to the point you were worried your sponsors would pull out of supporting you.

with a soft smile and goodbye, you collapsed on your bed, mindful not to crush the boxes. while you were extremely exhausted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep without examining your gifts’ contents.

you decided to open the heavier box first which yielded bag after bag of your favorite chips, candies, and drinks. you knew your mouth was gaping unattractively but you couldn’t help it. this was... way too much.

at the bottom of the box was a small note, written in bokuto’s somehow endearing chicken scratch. it read, “hi yn!!!! this is for when you get hungry :) i know i didn’t let you eat any of my snacks for a long time so i thought it would be nice if i bought some for you!!!!! i hope i got these all right :( i asked atsumu for help!!!”

a choked chuckle escaped your lips and it only amplified as you continued to the end of the note. “p.s. don’t worry about not finishing it all!!! i can always help you ;) p.p.s. also you’re so pretty!!!! don’t not eat it because you don’t think so too <3”

wiping your eyes that had become suspiciously misty, you set down the slip of paper and reached for the second box.

you couldn’t keep the gasp from coming from you as the cardboard overflowed with tiny slips of paper. with shaky hands, you unfolded the first paper, the tears overflowing over your lashline before you could stop them.

you are loved :) - akaashi

“fuck,” you whispered, swiping at your face before clumsily reaching for another, and then another, each note making you cry harder than the last.

you are beautiful!!!!! never change!! - bokuto!!!

you’re really cool - kenma

you are so kind and i owe you the world - sugawara :)

you’re sympathetic, observant, and intelligent. - sakusa.

you are patient (even when we don’t deserve it) - kuroo

yer my angel <3 - tsum tsum

there were a ton more but you promised yourself you’d read them all later, your emotions getting the better of you. you’d rather not wake up with puffy, swollen eyes and a headache so you decided it would be best to close the box and finish it all later.

laying back on your bed, you expelled a deep breath of air, not realizing just how tense you were. you’d been living on edge with the guys for at least a month now and it was really starting to wear on you.

without being able to fully trust them, you knew it wouldn’t be long until you crumbled under the pressure.

you glanced at your phone before sighing again (it really was that kind of day, wasn’t it). maybe it was about time to give dr yamada a long awaited call.

℗ poker face

you are loved :)

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an - ooweee first single apology down, 4 more to go!!! also the box of papers came from everyone (obv) but they still gotta give their individual apologies hehe which shall come in the future <33 sorry this took so long KSJD i hope u enjoy!!! don’t forget to feed me <333

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[ptergwen]

I can't stop thinking about sleepy!peter. This is a request please anything with a sleep-deprived dorky peter

oof i made this kinda long by accident 😭 pls enjoy <3

-

“five more minutes, mr. stark. just… five minutes,” peter murmurs to tony and shrugs his hand off of him. after arriving at the tower straight from school, he’d done his usual training session and a last minute cram session for what tony guesses is a history test. he drifted off somewhere in between everything.

if you ever think your schedule is packed, you haven’t seen peter’s.

tony sighs when his protégé still doesn’t budge. he’s at the kitchen table, passed out on a stack of textbooks.

“up and at ‘em, kid. wouldn’t you rather sleep in, i don’t know, your own bed?” tony proposes instead. it earns him a childish pout and head shake from peter. “i wanna sleep in y/n’s. want her cuddles.” he quirks an eyebrow at the mention of his daughter. “oh? you two are in the sleepover stage?” “have been for a while,” peter corrects him, nuzzling his cheek against the textbook.

why wouldn’t you tell tony that? it’s not like he doesn’t know you’re together, and he was bound to find out eventually. you and peter do live under his roof. teenagers and their privacy.

grabbing peter’s shoulder, tony yanks him back into a sitting position. “tell you what, i’ll take you up to y/n if you promise me you’ll get some sleep.” peter begins to protest, and barely gets out a but before tony interrupts. “real sleep. crashing while you analyze the declaration of independence hardly counts.”

peter lazily blinks his eyes open, rubbing the exhaustion out of them while he speaks. “as much as i want to, mr. stark… i…” he yawns his words out. “i should really get back to work.” just like that, he’s awake. tony has to admit that his commitment is impressive. impressive, but not good for him. “kid, it’s late. when’s that test of yours, anyway?” he asks peter, whose shoulders slump. “uh, tomorrow.”

“bedtime it is, then. that genius brain of yours could use a break before the big day ahead,” tony decides and successfully helps peter out of the kitchen chair. “you think i’m a genius?” peter smiles shyly, letting tony lead him to the staircase. “who doesn’t? i doubt you even needed the all nighter you were gonna pull.” his jaw slightly dropping, peter follows next to tony. “how did you know i-“ “i know everything,” he simply insists.

there’s a beat of silence, then tony inquires some more. “except that you apparently canoodle with my daughter every night. since when does that happen?” the two of them continue trudging up the stairs. peter grins once again as he thinks of you. “started before we were dating, actually. it’s nothing bad, though.” he shrugs a shoulder. “we just, like, spoon each other.”

“ah, you’re into the classics. me and pep are the same.” a fond smirk pulls at tony’s lips. “she’s the big spoon.” “i figured,” peter chuckles back, tony scrunching his face up in mock offense. “and why’s that?” “oh, come on. it’s no secret pepper wears the pants,” peter teases his mentor while they make their way down the hall. “you’re much nicer unconscious,” tony remarks.

the two of them reach your room finally, peter letting out a long breath. your door is cracked open, in case peter wanted to stop by. he can see you at your desk with a dim light on next to you. another grin crossing his features, him and tony watch you scribble something in a notebook.

tony knocks on the doorframe and peaks his head into your room. “special delivery,” he announces, you cocking your head to the side curiously. “what is it?” your dad answers by pushing open the door to reveal peter. peter gives you a small wave. “oh,” you bite back a smile, getting up from your seat. “just what i ordered. how’d you know?”

“kid fell asleep studying. the only way i could get him up was to bring him here,” tony explains, clapping peter on the back. “he was asking for you. your cuddles, specifically.” “thanks, mr. stark. i think she gets it,” peter says through clenched teeth. you laugh softly at his forced confession. “it’s okay, pete. i was waiting for you to come.” he rubs one of his pink tinted cheeks.

“we’ll discuss this in the morning, young lady,” tony playfully scolds you. “for now, why don’t you kids head off to dreamland. pete’s got a test tomorrow.” peter presses his lips together, you walking up to him. “i‘ve got him, dad. thank you for being cool about us.” you take peter’s hands with a nod at tony, him ruffling your hair.

“night, y/n/n. hands stay above the waist, parker,” tony meets his eyes for emphasis. “understood,” peter mumbles and threads his fingers through yours. “night.” satisfied in that, tony leaves and closes the door behind him. he sticks around for a few seconds, hearing you chastise peter about fixing his sleep schedule. your dad walks away with a smile on his face.

“you’re supposed to get a good night’s sleep before a test, by the way,” you remind peter while he changes into pajamas. he’s left a few things here for whenever he sleeps over, as tony called it. “which i’m about to do. i have the world’s best snuggler for a girlfriend.” peter pulls up his flannel bottoms, coming towards the bed. you’re sitting at the edge of it.

“you also have to eat a good breakfast. that means no poptarts and chocolate milk,” you beam knowingly, peter flopping down onto his back and your comforter. “they make healthy ones now, y/n/n. bruce just bought them,” he protests and tries to reach for you. you look at him over your shoulder. “so?” “so, he’s a doctor. i trust him.” a yawn slips out of peter. he keeps his eyes closed after this one.

“i wouldn’t take nutrition advice from the hulk, but ok,” you concede and lay down next to your sleepy boyfriend. “how was your day? besides the studying.” your voice drops to a whisper, peter’s arms winding around your middle. “not bad, just busy. i did some sparring with sam.” he pulls you closer to him and hides his face in your neck. “he beat me, obviously.” giggling quietly, you cradle the back of his head with one hand.

“school?” you wonder and tangle your fingers in his unkempt locks. “good, ‘cuz you were there.” he places a few kisses to your skin, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile. your leg drapes around his waist. “very smooth.” “it’s true,” peter whines and tightens his grip on you. “just knowing you’re around somewhere makes me happy.” humming, you keep combing your fingers through his hair. “you’re the cutest. go to bed, petey.”

peter easily gives in. “mm, whatever you say. g’night, lovey.” you kiss his hair lightly in response. his breathing doesn’t take long to even out, and he’s soon fast asleep while cuddled up next to you.

tony was right, as per usual. peter’s genius brain really did need a break.