#chicken wire kitchen

[golly-missmolly]

Dining - French Country Kitchen An enormous French country-style kitchen with a dark wood floor and recessed panel cabinets, green cabinets, limestone countertops, a white backsplash and a ceramic backsplash, as well as stainless steel appliances and an island, is an example.

[cgtaxpe]

Chicago Kitchen

[whats-in-a-sentence]

The Trap

William Beyer

"That red fox,

Back in the furthest field,

Caught in my hidden trap,

Was half mad with fear.

During the night

He must have ripped his foot

From the cold steel.

I saw him early this morning,

Dragging his hurt leg,

Bleeding a path across the gold wheat,

Whining with the pain;

His eyes like cracked marbles.

I followed as he moved,

His thin body pulled to one side

In a weird helplessness.

He hit the wire fence,

Pushing through it

Into the deep, morning corn,

And was gone."

The old man looked around the kitchen

To see if anyone was listening.

"Crazy red fox,

Will kill my chickens no longer.

Will die somewhere in hiding."

He lit the brown tobacco carefully,

Watching the blue smoke rise and disappear

In the movement of the air.

Scratching his red nose slowly,

Thinking something grave for a long moment,

He stared out of the bright window.

"He won't last long with that leg," he said.

The old man turned his head

To see if his wife was listening.

But she was deep in thought,

Her stained fingers

Pressing red berries in a pie.

He turned his white head

Toward the open window again.

"Guess I'll ride into the back field, first thing.

Some mighty big corn back there this year

Mighty big corn."

His wife looked up from her work,

Smiled almost secretly to herself,

And finished packing the ripe berries

Into the pale crust.

"Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle... And Other Modern Verse" - compiled by Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders, and Hugh Smith

[allisonranieri]

Seattle Kitchen Enclosed

Picture of a mid-sized farmhouse u-shaped kitchen with a medium tone wood floor and a brown floor, raised-panel cabinets, a medium tone wood backsplash, paneled appliances, an undermount sink, tile countertops, and an island.

[motleyfam]

Dick forgets to eat sometimes.

Jason can’t fathom it—the entire concept is foreign to him. For as long as he can remember, food’s always been on his mind. If he wasn’t digging through dumpsters for it, he was squirreling away whole pieces of fruit and unopened granola bars the kids at school carelessly left on their trays, picking up gigs babysitting the neighbor brats for the complimentary PB&Js, sitting through two-hour fire & brimstone church sermons daydreaming about the fried chicken and potato salad that would come after. Jason’s gone hungry more times than he can count but never once has he simply forgotten to eat.

Bruce says it’s something with the way Dick’s brain is wired. It’s why he can’t sit still very long without his leg jittering, why he talks a mile a minute when he gets going on a topic, why his apartment always looks like a tornado went through it.

All Jason knows is that it’s five p.m. and he’s starving.

Except he isn’t—not really. He had a bowl of Cap’n Crunch in Dick’s kitchen just that morning, milk and all. Jason’s gone far longer on far less, so he doesn’t know why his stomach's complaining so much today, why his head feels achy and light, why that tiny biting pain in his middle won’t shut up. He’s been living at the Manor for four months now and he’s already gone soft.

They’re walking through Bludhaven Shopping Centre, Dick babbling on about the last obstacle of the indoor minigolf course they just finished. Jason tries to listen, but his heart is beating strangely fast and the only thought pulsing through his mind is food, food, food—

And then abruptly, he notices that Dick’s stopped walking. He’s looking at Jason, brow furrowed and lips moving as if asking a question, but Jason isn’t hearing anything because his hands are shaking and his breaths are coming out quick and gaspy and even though he’d been looking forward to hanging out with Dick for weeks now he suddenly wants nothing more than to be back in the Manor where the pantry’s always stocked and the fridge is full and he can breathe.

And then he blinks and he’s sitting at a sticky food court table, and Dick’s got a hand on his back, saying “in and out, nice and slow, that’s it” and Jason’s got tears welling up in his eyes which pisses him off because that’s stupid, he’s being stupid, only cats and babies cry because they missed lunch, and—

And then there’s a soft pretzel in a paper wrapper being nudged into his hand by a guilty-faced Dick with a murmur of “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking” and it makes Jason want to crawl into a hole and die because he can’t just be fucking normal about this.

But there’s honey mustard sauce to dip it in, and a Chipotle bowl soon after, and tomorrow he and Dick both eat all three meals.

[pookietv]

"don't worry, i'll do it" | arthur tv

i find the little things so adorable, so here!!

arthur had always been a caring person, the entire time you knew him. it was like his brain had always wired in a way to help people or be nice, and when you had started dating, you noticed it immediately.

you first noticed on your first date, you had shown up to the pub slightly nervous, seeing him sat at a booth, wearing a green jumper and clearly had a fresh haircut, when you looked to him and saw his head tilt upwards, notifying that he had seen you with a grin, he stood up straight away, giving you a hug to greet you and pulling out the chair so you could sit down. he sat opposite you, both smiling a little awkwardly before you could say anything, he was already standing up and asking what you wanted to drink so he could go and order it.

on your second date, a more casual outing to the museum, when he brought sweets you had said you liked on the prior date, producing them from his backpack which he took with him everywhere with a small smile and "these are the ones you said you liked, right?" as he passed them towards you, which made your heart melt a little because he had actually remembered. when he held the door open for you in between each section of the museum, happy to point out any information he knew and chatting along to you as he did so.

the first time you slept at his house, when he had bought a toothbrush for you, laid on his sink ready, and a shirt of his with some tracksuit pants which would maybe be too big for you but he had folded them at the end of his bed nonetheless, hoping to make sure you felt comfortable. in the morning, when he woke up with his hair all over the place and despite at first dreading the thought of leaving the warm bed with you in it, he would make you a cup of coffee (after he had tried to subtly ask how you took your coffee the night before in hopes of getting it right) because he thought you might be cold and tired and a hot cup of coffee may help with that.

when you first made him dinner at your house, a casual setting as you had promised him a home cooked meal since you noticed how little he actually cooked for himself, making honey-soy chicken and broccoli noodles, and he would try and help in every way, whilst not being too disturbing, his hands gently brushing past you as he tried not to knock into you in your small apartment kitchen, or him gently pushing against you whilst grabbing plates and cutlery in an adorably domestic way, setting the table as if it was routine. once the meal was cooked, tidying the plates away and running water in the sink to wash up, pressing a kiss against your forehead and thanking you for the meal, ensuring that he didn't mind clearing and wanted to do it as a thank you for the food.

the first time you met his friends, heading to the local pub as they were going to watch the football, his thumb gently rubbed over the outside of yours in a comforting reminder, if he felt you were nervous he would always try help bring you into the conversation without ever pushing you talk. his arm slung around your shoulder once he had a few drinks, explaining small jokes to you if you wouldn't understand them. once you had left, reassuring you that they loved you and you had made a great impression before you had any chance to think otherwise.

after your first argument, a small petty thing over the phone that had just irritated you a little too much, and ended with a silent night of no replies from you, ending up with a knock on your apartment door, peeking through your peephole to see arthur's guilty looking face that said "i'm sorry" before he even needed to, leading to you opening the door and giving him a hug, and him staying the night at yours. waking up the next morning to an empty bed, and the smell of cooking food downstairs, an 'apology meal' he called it with a sheepish grin on his face.

[gildedphoenix]

Fire Escape - Dead on MAYn Day 1

Prompts uses: -Courting rituals -Flickering -Dinner interrupted by a fight -“Are they gone yet”

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Not beta read. 6k words. Jason has a stressful day and shares dinner with his downstairs neighbor, Danny. The following week, Danny leaves something for him. A courting ritual between busy, stressed disasters.

AO3: Fire Escape Dead on MAYn Blog @deadonmayn

Fire Escape 

Life as a vigilante was stressful. Their world was not always easy. Cases did not always wrap up nicely in thirty minutes with everyone skipping off, hand in hand. 

This was definitely one of those bad days. 

A child trafficking case, after dragging on for the last 3 months, ended horribly. The head of the ring got away before Hood and Nightwing could to box him in. Most of the kids were already gone, whisked away to another location while Jason and Dick were fighting to reach them. And the kids they were able to find? Jason took a deep breath. This wasn’t a night he would be able to forget anytime soon. 

He wouldn’t be sleeping tonight so after Dick left, Jason cooked. He made chicken and bacon stuffed shells with a creamy marinara sauce. The recipe always took forever but it was a welcome distraction. Jumbo shells, chicken, bacon, broccoli, cheese, and sauce and a dozen other components to prep and cook. No time to think of anything else.

Two hours later, Jason was still wired, but he had stuffed shells. Enough for his whole family, if he was honest with himself. Enough to feed those kids who didn’t make it. Enough to fill the stomachs that hadn’t been full in so long but would never be hungry again. 

Jason was broken out of his despair by a noise on the fire escape. His gun was in his hand without conscious thought. Slow, steady steps took him closer to the window until he could see the potential intruder. 

Jason's shoulders dropped back down as he spotted his downstairs neighbor outside their window. It wasn’t unusual to see Danny out on the fire escape, one level down. Nothing unusual. Nothing to be concerned about. 

Jason reupholstered his gun before Danny spotted him and turned back to the kitchen. They’d introduced themselves when Danny moved in a few weeks ago at the beginning of the fall semester but hadn’t interacted much since then. 

Grabbing the casserole dish and an extra plate and fork, Jason stepped out onto his level of the scaffolding and called down to Danny. 

“Hey, you want some food? I made too much and can’t possibly eat it all.” Jason set the dish down between himself and the stairs and started in on his own plate. 

“Oh my god, Yes! I haven’t had food all day! You are a life saver. A knight in shiny armor.” Danny made his way up the stairs and peeked his head just above Jason’s level. He reached slowly for the extra plate and serving spoon while watching Jason. Jason motioned a little ‘go ahead’ with his own fork and Danny’s face lit up as he scooped a modest portion of shells onto his plate. “I was stuck in meetings all day. The council just wanted to drag everything out and every issue solved spawned two more. And it’s not even like they listen to me,” he stopped, eyes wide and he put the serving spoon back in the dish and looked intently at his own plate. “Not that they would. You know. I’m just a,you know, just an intern. I’m not even paid. Just an unpaid internship. Yep. I’m just there to take notes and get college credit. I’m an engineering student at Gotham U.” He glanced over at Jason, eyes a little panicked as he tried to sell his obvious lie. “But I don’t wanna bore you. You probably have a real job with real stress. I’m just an intern student. Aaaaaaand I’m gunna stop rambling now and go eat. Yep. Thank you.” 

Danny clammered back down the stairs (and Jason could swear he missed that last step based on the noises) before settling down against the wall next to his window. With a chuckle, Jason took another bite of his food. “You’re right, my job is stressful. That doesn’t mean you’re day can’t be stressful too, though. Stress is relative. We all handle it differently. It’s how I ended up making too much food. I’ve got a big family and I just went on autopilot and before I knew it I’d made enough to feed them all, even though none of them are over tonight. It’s still a nice way to decompress. I’ll give them a call tomorrow to see if any of them want some but this dish is better fresh.” He leaned back against his own wall, eyes closed, taking in the steady constant noises of the city. The chatter of Crime Alley and the more distant rumble of Gotham. It was several minutes before Jason heard Danny call up again. 

“This is amazing. I don't think I’ve eaten anything this good since….Actually never. I definitely can’t make anything like this and my parents didn’t really do home cooked meals.” 

Jason glanced down through the grates and Danny was scraping the sauce off the plate onto his fork. Jason decided to show some mercy before the poor guy started licking the plate. “Feel free to grab more. I’m not gonna eat this all and my siblings should have clairvoyantly known I was cooking if they really wanted any.” Jason chuckled a bit but it also didn’t seem that unrealistic. 

“Thanks! I’m going to be full for a week after this.” Danny popped back up the stairs, his face lit up in joy, as he pulled the dish over to him, spooning out a full plate of shells this time. “I guess their loss is my gain.” He went back down to lounge against his own wall. 

An easy silence fell. The noises of the city a distant juxtaposition to the bubble they had created. Just two people enjoying food. Enjoying a little down time. Enjoying peace.

****

A few days later, Jason came home to a surprise. He didn’t expect to really hear from his neighbor again beyond the occasional waves and hellos they had previously established. Just the coming and going in the stairs or passing on the street. But there on the outside of his window was a sticky note. Black with tiny nebulas, Jason’s name was scrawled with silver glitter gel pen and an arrow pointing down.

He opened the window and looked down to see if Danny was out, Jason spotted a ziplock bag full of cookies and a thermos. With Danny nowhere in sight, Jason inspected the note again and on the other side was more writing.

“I can’t cook anything near as good as what you made, but these are my favorite cookies from the bodega by campus. I like them with cardamom tea.” 

Jason opened the bag and caught a whiff of the cookies. He had fully intended to run them through a spectrometer but the enticing scent of ginger snaps and some urge deep within his soul overrode his caution. He took a small bite. And they were delicious. The spices were deep and warm. The molasses earthy. Setting them aside for a moment, he opened the thermos and took a tentative sip. The tea was still warm and lightly sweetened. The sharp spices of the tea playing well off the warmth of the cookies. 

He’d never had anyone leave him offerings like this. The thought stopped him for a moment. 

Gifts. Not offerings, gifts. He shrugged and grabbed a book from his TBR shelf. Settling in with the cookies and tea to relax before he had to go out for patrol. His mind was distracted by stray thoughts of what he might be able to leave his neighbor in return. 

****

Danny hated his teachers. He hated this city. He hated his creaky apartment. Though he didn’t mind the eye candy of his upstairs neighbor when they passed on the stairs. And if Danny turned around once in a while to watch Jason go up the stairs and enjoy the view? Well that was just the payment he deserved from the universe for the elevator always being out. There were other perks too, Danny decided thoughtfully. He and Jason had been leaving each other little offerings on the fire escape and it had become the best part of Danny’s day. It wasn’t every day, maybe more like once a week. But the joy he got when there was a little package outside his window? Unparalleled. As if matching Danny’s galaxy post it note energy, Jason left notes with his gifts on stationary that looked like old parchment paper, quotes from classic authors printed along the bottoms. Just a little explanation of what the gift was and where it was from. Or sometimes, if it were a homemade dish, Jason would include where he’d got the recipe from. Danny was on the look out for a larger notepad that was still space themed. He found he was running out of space on his post its and using two seemed like trying too hard, as if going out and buying all new stationary wasn’t also trying too hard. But Jason didn’t have to know it was new. Danny could have already had this. 

To Danny’s joy, there was a take out box outside under his window today. No Jason to be seen, but they rarely made it outside at the same time. Their schedules rarely lined up.

“I found a new korean place over off Vermont St. I got you some char sui pork buns. I hope they help tonight while you’re studying for finals. The things you’ve left for me have always made my evenings better.  -Jason”

And at the bottom, the little book quote read “‘Why did you do all this for me?’ he asked. ‘I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.’ ‘You have been my friend,’ replied Charlotte. ‘That in itself is a tremendous thing.’” -Charlotte’s Web

What had started as a simple shared meal from Jason making too much food after work had become the best part of Danny’s week. And it seems like Jason might feel the same. A lovely give and take of food offerings. A courtship. Or at least, Danny liked to think of it that way. But even just simple friendship was a welcome feeling. At least now he knew Jason also liked their little dance and this wasn’t out of some misconstrued obligation. And Jason even remembered that he was a student and that it was finals week. That extra thought had Danny blushing as he took the buns to his kitchen counter and stuck the note on his fridge with a comet shaped magnet. Danny kept all the notes Jason left. Luckily the fridge couldn’t be seen from the window because otherwise Danny would die (again) of embarrassment. As it was, he simply enjoyed his dinner while rereading Jason’s words.

****

“Wait a minute” Dick interrupted Jason’s story description of Danny’s most recent gift of curry and boba tea. “So you and this guy-” “Danny,” Jason corrected. Dick nodded, a conspiratorial smile growing. The kind of smile your brother gets when he stumbles across potential blackmail material on you. “So you and Danny” Jason did not like that tone, “have been leaving gifts outside each others windows.” Jason nodded, “Every week, or MORE,” Dick looked pointedly at Jason for confirmation, to which Jason nodded again. “And you FINALLY tell him that his gifts ‘make your day better’ and you use the page with a quote from Charlotte’s Web about FRIENDSHIP?” 

“What’s the matter with that? It’s not like I picked it specifically. It was just the next page.” Jason was beginning to regret sharing this joy with his dick of a brother.

“Ok, So.” Dick threw his arm around Jason’s shoulders, “We need to either work on your delivery, or get you some stationary with better quotes. You’re clearly over the moon about this guy-” “Hey, what makes you say that? I just- It’s- I…”Jason stuttered, trying to gather his scrambled thoughts. “Having something to look forward to after I get off patrol is nice. And having someone go out of their way to do that for me…” 

Dick really looked at his brother. It wasn’t often that Jason managed to look small these days. But there he sat, shoulders hunched, fingers fiddling with Danny’s most recent note. It wasn’t a sticky note size, but a small half page. Very much like Jason’s own notepad with the quotes from famous authors. He was absentmindedly folding the paper back and forth, making lines from star to star among the constellations decorating the page. “Jason,” Dick dropped his teasing tone and waited for his little brother to look up. “It sounds like you’ve got a good thing going here. I wouldn’t want you to mess it up by being impatient. You laid out your cards, in a small careful way, and you received something in turn,” he nodded to the creased note. “Keep taking those steps. I can see how happy this has made you, even as simple as it is. Keep finding things you think he’ll like. Keep leaving your little courtship gifts. And maybe just flip through your stationary and pick the quotes a bit more deliberately,” Dicks eyes glinted dangerously, “You lit’ nerd.” Dick quickly flipped backwards from sitting into several handsprings across the training mat, his maniacal laughter echoing across the cave as he tried to escape the very predictable ire of his younger brother.

“Oh that’s it! You’re in for it now!” Jason rolled up onto the mats to chase Dick, joy in his heart and violence on his mind. Danny’s note settled to the floor, waiting for Jason’s response. “I hope you like curry! I got a medium spicy, but eat it with the naan if it’s too hot. Your gifts are the highlight of my day whenever you leave me something.” And then, hand written at the bottom of the page where Jason’s stationary had quotes, “With all the stars in the sky, and all the people in the world, I’m glad I ended up in a constellation next to you.”

****

“Guys, I’m going to die.” Danny declared and then promptly face planted into Sam’s couch. They were having their monthly catch up dinner and hang out. Sam was attending Metropolis University for Law with a minor in environmental studies. Her parents weren’t happy with her obvious post grad plans, but she was fulfilling their terms of getting a traditional, respectable degree, so they were footing the bill. That included her off campus apartment because no daughter of theirs was about to live in those dingy college dorm rooms. 

Tucker was attending MIT while also building a name for himself in the hacker community. Two streams he was desperately trying to keep from crossing, lest MIT expel him on ethics. 

Danny, of course, was attending Gotham U for aerospace engineering and astronomy. Their schedules made it hard to find a common evening once a month that they were all free. Danny’s ability to make portals (thanks to a new set of powers and abilities that came with being Ghost King of the infinite realms) made it slightly easier to get everyone in the same room once they found the time. Danny’s muffled voice drifted up from the couch cushions. 

“What was that Danny? I couldn’t quite get that through the literal couch in your face.” Sam sassed.

Danny lifted his face from the fluff and whined, “I left Jason the sappiest note and by the time I came to my senses, he had already taken iiiiiiiiiit! And now he’s read it and he hates me and he’s never going to talk to me again or leave me homemade cookies or anything else ever again and it’s all because I read too deep into a quote from fucking Charlotte’s Web!” He flopped onto his back and then slowly melted off the couch, thumping to the floor when Sam pushed him to make room to sit down with her pho bowl. 

“Come on man, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” Tucker said. “Tell us what you wrote.” “No.”

“Don’t make me check the security footage. You know we’ve got HD cameras on your place.” Tucker, horrible friend that he was, was already pulling up the footage. The cameras had been installed as a valid security measure but were mostly used to retrieve blackmail footage against Danny by his friends. Danny had a tendency to glow and float as he stargazed on rare clear nights in Gotham and Sam and Tucker gave him no end of shit about it. 

“Did you find it?” Sam asked excitedly, crowding closer while holding Danny off with a boot to the face. 

“Yep! Let’s see, ‘Hope you like curry,’ blah blah blah, oh here. ‘With all the stars in the sky, and all the people in the world, I’m glad you ended up in a constellation next to me.’ You’re right.” Tucker declared solemnly. “It is bad. He’s never going to talk to you again. He’s gunna move states. Dye his hair. Change his name! You’ll never find him again and you’ll never find love.” Tucker lost his deadpan demeanor and dissolved into laughter. 

Danny glared at him and phased the couch out from under him. Tucker hit the floor still laughing and didn’t stop. 

“Captain Chuckles can stay on the floor, but please re-solidify my couch. I like it to exist in this dimension.” Sam nudged Tucker ever so gently out of the way so that the couch could exist again. 

“But really. Was it too much?” Danny asked Sam, since Tucker was clearly just going to be useless. 

“I think it was honest and forward. I think if you guys had been going on traditional dates, then it might be too much.” Dannys face fell and his shoulders slumped. “But!” Sam interjected quickly, “That is not what you guys are doing. For better worse, you have some archaic courting ritual going on. You’ve only been exchanging words and gifts. Small offerings of your heart and soul. To give less than your full self in this situation would be disingenuous. I don’t think it was too soon, especially since he initiated the sentiment. Sure, writing down undying love,” Danny and tucker both chuckled at the ‘undying’ part and Sam kicked them both for it, “Would have been too much. But directly stating that you enjoy the little dance you have going on? And that you like him? Nah. I think you did good. Especially since he’s clearly a literary nerd.”

“Yeah” Tucker chimed in, “He matches well with your space nerd!” 

“Oh that’s it! You’re in for it now!” Danny rolled off the couch and chased Tucker around Sam’s spacious apartment, promising to freeze him to the ceiling once he caught him. 

****

Jason decided to take a night off patrol. Nothing major should be going on tonight. The Alley could do without him being a helicopter parent for one evening. He wanted to make a more involved meal for Danny. There was a good chance that they would see each other tonight. Jason had connected some dots and realized that Danny, the beautiful face and soul that he was, liked to stargaze on clear Gotham nights. This would be the first clear night in weeks and there was no way that Danny would miss the opportunity. 

So Jason got started early. Rissoto didn’t look fancy but it took skill to get right. The results, when done right, were amazing. Jason had also picked up a bottle of wine. Call it wishful thinking, but he hoped Danny would share it with him and they might sit down and really get to know each other. That would be nice. 

****

As Jason stood, stirring his hopes and risotto, Danny was one floor down trying not to burn the entire building down. This was his fourth night trying to make the same thing.  He’d watched so many videos. So many tutorials. All of them said this could be done by a beginner cook if they just followed the steps. None of them really sold how difficult it was though. Someone needed to start a cooking channel where an average person tried to follow these recipes. 

The first attempt, several nights ago, ended in him realizing that he could not melt sugar on top of a creme brulee in a plastic ramekin. Fire plus plastic is bad. That was the first batch ruined. 

The second batch didn’t set in the oven. Which didn’t make sense because he’d done everything the same as the first batch, which had turned out fine. 

The third batch, he turned the oven up just a but realized while he was cleaning up egg shell that he’d never actually put eggs into the second batch. By the time he got the third batch out of the oven, they were horribly over cooked. 

For the fourth batch, he laid out all his ingredients, portioned and in order of use. Set his oven back to the right temperature and gave an offhanded prayer to Clockwork for proper timing. 

The timer dinged, the custards wobbled ever so slightly and Danny about collapsed with relief as he got them safely removed from the oven and set on his counter. He took a moment to contemplate how he’d ended up cooking the same dessert four nights in a row. These were way too complicated for him. But he’d done this to himself. He’d looked up “impressive desserts to make for your date” and Creme Brulee topped half the lists. Last step was to toast the tops with a micro torch after they cooled. 

Danny returned to his homework while he waited.

****

Jason opened his window, two servings piping hot seafood risotto plated and ready. He’d heard muffled cursing from downstairs, so he knew Danny was home. Most likely cursing one of his professors. Jason left the bottle of wine just inside his window. He was hopeful that the evening would go well but no sense in being presumptuous. He wasn’t even sure if Danny liked wine, or drank at all! 

Starting down the fire escape, Jason was surprised to see Danny already out. He was peering into the eyepiece of a telescope muttering to himself. Danny did talk to himself a lot now that he thought about it. Not wanting to startle him, Jason waited on the upper level of the fire escape and simply watched. Admired the object of his affections these past months. It was odd to think how much they’d both put into the relationship so far for how little time they’d actually spent together. Danny sat on the stairs in his Nasa hoodie and some Justice League pajama pants, which caused Jason to chuckle quietly to himself.

Sitting next to Danny was an open notebook, Danny’s chaotic handwriting scattered over the page along with some very precise charts. Jason almost didn’t believe they were hand drawn except that they were penned in the same aggressively bright neon green sparkly gel pen as the chicken scratch writing. What a strange dichotomy. Next to the notes sat a tray with two ramekins of creme brulee. As Dannys hand moved down to make some notes Jason noticed several bandaids with burns peeking out from under them. Had Danny made the creme brulees himself? He’d mentioned a few times that he was hopeless in the kitchen. Had he gone to all that trouble and apparently pain, to make something for Jason? 

For no particular reason, Jason needed to clear his throat, which startled Danny of his concentration trance. “Oh! You’re here!” Danny said. He capped the eyepiece and looked around. “I made you something. You’re always making things for me and I’ve just been buying things so I wanted to put more work into your gifts. So I made these. For….For us. I was hoping you’d eat with me? I waited out here for you. Also it was a great night for some stargazing so I was just doing that while I waited, of course, because sometimes you come home really late. Not that I’m watching you!” Danny’s hands came up defensively, a blush coloring his cheeks as he rambled. Eyes darting away, he started clearing off the stairs for them to sit. Moving his notebooks and the creme brulees. Jason just smiled at the disaster he was already half in love with. He couldn’t wait to learn all of Danny’s quirks and habits. Would he always ramble on or was this just jitters? Would Danny’s face light up the same way every time Jason came home from patrol? He hoped so. He wanted to make this work. He wanted to come home to that face.

“I’m actually really glad you’re out here,” Jason said, saving Danny from himself. “I’ve seen your telescope and noticed that you like to come out on clear nights. I was hoping you’d have dinner with me again. I made seafood risotto. It’s shrimp and muscles. Would you like some?” Jason presented the plates to Danny as he came down the stairs. 

“Yeah. I’d love to have dinner with you. I like any food that doesn’t try to eat my back. I don’t think I’ve ever had risotto. Let me just finish moving my junk.” He smiled as he set everything off to the side in a pile.

Jason settled down and handed one of the plates and a fork over to Danny. “How has school been going? I think you mentioned you were going for engineering?” Danny nodded. “What made you pick Gotham U? Most people are trying to leave the city, not come here.”

“Oh, that’s easy. But two reasons really. First, Gotham U has the Wayne Tech scholarship program and the great internship programs. I’ve also heard hush-hush rumors about some great job opportunities that recruit from Wayne Tech. If it’s true, I want to be here.” Danny gazed up longingly at the sky. Wayne Tech of course had partnerships with NASA but that was a well known connection. It wasn’t hush hush. The only thing Jason could think of that Danny would be alluding to would be jobs on the Watchtower. They did hire civilians, but the Justice League hand selected the best of the best. Bruce and Lucius kept their eyes out for those people. Not that he supported nepotism, but Jason wouldn’t mind making sure Danny’s name got added to the hat once he was ready. 

“The other reason,” Danny said, breaking Jason out of his future planning, “is that Gotham is the only city I could find with even half the amount of crazy as Amity, my home town. We had some crazy super villains and after growing up with that daily madness, I can’t settle down in a peaceful city.” He took a moment to savor the food, bliss coming across his face. It made Jason want to make more food for him. Jason wanted to bring him that joy again. To provide for Danny and take care of him. “This is really good! I love your food. Best thing I’ve ever had every time. I just hope what I made doesn’t give us both food poisoning.” “Hey, I’m sure it’s great. Did you burn your fingers making that? I saw the band aids. Even if you need chaos, I’m sure you don’t need to make more by burning yourself making dessert. Just walk through the alley in the daytime and I’m sure you’ll get enough excitement.” 

“Nah, Muggers are small potatoes.” Danny contested. “Most exciting thing that can come of that is Red Hood showing up. And I’m typically not out while he’s patrolling. Hood keeps most of the rif raf out of the area, so I generally feel safer here than the rest of Gotham.” 

“Hmmm. So Hood is doing better than the bats and birds? I’m sure Batman would love to hear that.” Jason bumped Danny’s shoulder playfully. “Since you’ve been here for a few months now, do you have a favorite bat or bird?”

“Red Hood.” Danny said quickly and decisively. “Definitely Red Hood. Not only does he have his area on lock down, so much so that even the other Bats stay out. Black Mask? Nope. Traffickers? Gone. Most violence? Low level. I know some of the bigger name rogues will ignore all the boundaries but they’re really not known for following the rules so they don’t really count. And also he’s….” Danny stopped abruptly, a blush coming over his cheeks. “But what about you? You grew up here. Who’s your favorite?” 

“That’s a hard choice. I remember when it was just Batman and Robin OG. So I would say it was original Robin, then Nightwing, but then he abandoned us for Bludhaven. Now It’s probably BlackBat. Though the current Robin is also doing a great job. He gets a lot of shit for being so young and violent but what do people expect? Of course he’s violent. Being Robin is not easy. It’s- And now I’m rambling on.” Jason chuckled. “BlackBat. She’s my favorite. For now.” 

“Hmmm. I haven’t heard a lot about her. It makes sense since what I have heard is that she’s the stealthiest of the bats.” 

Some time during the conversation they had relaxed, no longer holding a strict gap between their bodies. Forks clinked as they sat shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip on the narrow fire escape staircase. A peaceful silence fell around them like a cozy blanket. 

“Can I try one of the creme brulees?” Jason asked, having finished his food already. “I would hate to see all your hard work, pain, and suffering go unappreciated.”

“Sure, but you’re taking your life into your own hands. Just do me a favor and lie to me about how good it is.” Danny passed one of the desserts and a small spoon over to Jason. Their hands touched and they both paused, but neither pulled away. 

A gentle smile grew on Jason’s face as a blush returned to Danny’s cheeks but still neither pulled away.  The world seems to pause around them, allowing them this moment. The soft light coming from the windows flickered….and then went out. 

“Um…What just happened?” Danny asked, looking around. The ambient glow of Gotham still loomed in the distance but most of the closer lights had gone out, just street lamps remained. Down at the end of the street, a red glow flickered. The glow of fire. “I gotta go.” They both said at the same time. Their eyes met in the dim light. Shadows made masks on their faces and sudden understanding lit their eyes. A mutual epiphany.

“Be safe.” Danny said to Red Hood. “You too.” Jason responded before darting back up the stairs and into his apartment. 

****

Danny’s mind was reeling. How could he not have noticed? All the clues were there in hindsight. The late nights. The tired days. The various bruises and scrapes. Even the vague half answers and glaring lack of personal info in their brief conversations. But in that moment of calamity, Jason’s entire demeanor shifted. His shoulders squared and resolution threaded every fiber of his frame, and what a great frame it was. On the plus side, Danny felt less conflicted about staring at Red Hood’s ass while courting Jason. They were the same ass. The same thighs. The same broad shoulders that Danny had way too many private thoughts about. 

Focus Danny!

Once he got into his closet, he transformed. While he no longer shouted “Going Ghost” at the top of his lungs (He was young, leave him alone), he didn’t have any way to dampen the bright flash of light his transformation gave off. So into the closet he went. 

Flying through his apartment walls and over the battle zone he quickly assessed the lay of the land. There seemed to be two groups shooting at each other from opposite corners of the street. Behind every available place of cover and down every alley, people were hiding. Sneaking into the intersection from their apartment was Red Hood, also assessing the situation from the ground. His eyes raked over both factions, the civilians, the fire escapes and windows, and even the rooftops. Danny was impressed because few people thought to look up. Danny allowed himself to pop back into the visible spectrum as Jason’s gaze passed over the rooftop Danny was hovering over. Nobody else was looking up. Nobody ever looked up.

Danny pointed at Hood, then at the violence. Then after a pause, pointed at himself and circled his hand around to indicate the surrounding area. He hoped Hood would catch that Danny was going to take care of the civilians and general crowd control. Jason nodded and took out two of his guns, checking the safety and loads before focusing on the task ahead. Danny faded back to invisibility and looked around for the most vulnerable of the civilians to get them out first.

****

The firefight took much longer to handle than Danny expected. He was used to one on one or maybe himself versus a group, but never a gang war like this. Never with so many people. So many combatants. So many innocents in the line of fire. 

The noise in the streets had been like listening to a bag of popcorn. Shots overlapping. Echoing endlessly. A constant incomprehensible cacophony of gunfire. As Danny got more civilians to safety, the density of noise began to wane. Little by little the gunfire spread out as Hood disabled the shooters and their weapons until it went from constant noise to just isolated pops to silence. 

Danny allowed himself to become visible atop the same roof as earlier when he noticed Jason looking for him once more. Danny held his fist out, thumb to the side, head cocked in question. Red Hood returned the thumb out fist and turned it up briefly, before pointing with his thumb over his shoulder back towards their apartments. Danny turned up his thumb to match and nodded before disappearing and leaving Hood to the mercy of the converging Bats. Danny didn’t even remember them showing up. He was so focused on getting people to safety. He was glad Jason had help though. He sped back to his own apartment to wait. To pace restlessly and hope that Hood hadn’t been hurt.

****

Jason was annoyed. Bruce was annoying for trying to act like he was in charge while standing in Jason’s damn apartment. Tim was annoying, standing off to the side while silently judging Jason’s lack of coffee choices. Oracle was annoying for sending Bats his way when she heard him get winged by a stray round at the beginning of the firefight. He was even annoyed with himself for somehow missing that Danny was apparently a vigilante? Or maybe a rogue? He needed them to leave. He needed to check on Danny. There was clearly some kind of powers involved but nothing to say that Danny couldn’t be hurt. That he wasn’t hurt. He’d seen Danny peek his head around the window frame three separate times before literally disappearing from view each time. Clearly waiting until Jason was alone again to talk.

“Look.” Jason interrupted whatever Bruce was saying. “I’m tired. I was already in for the night before that clusterfuck even began. I need you both out of my place because I have a date with a cup of tea and possibly a shot of whiskey.” Jason stalked over and opened the front door in clear invitation to leave. “Out. And tell O to mind their own business and butt out of my feeds.” Jason continued to motion out the door. Gentleman that he was, he even waited politely until their capes were all the way out the door before slamming it behind them. Jason took a deep breath and turned around as he felt the air shifting.

“Are they gone yet?” Danny asked. His inexplicable white hair from the battlefield was gone but he was floating a couple inches off the floor. 

Jason wondered if he knew he was doing it as he walked over to retrieve the bottle of wine. 

“Yeah. They’re gone for now. Let’s talk.” 

[redfoxwritesstuff]

A Misdemeanor Of The Heart, Chapter 10 (Human!Alastor x Married!Reader)

Chapter Trigger Warnings: Graphic aftermath of domestic abuse and sadly typical post abuse love bombing

AN: Listen- see those warnings above? I fuckin mean it. If you're not in the right headspace or you need to walk away for a bit, do so. This shouldn't need stating but I will anyway, Laurence is a terrible man and his views are not that of my own.

Masterlist AO3 KoFi

“Honey, I’m home!” Laurence’s voice pulled you from the darkness you had taken shelter in, beating it back with a razor wire wrapped bat. Now it was time to be awake, to perform the song and dance of a wife. The time for rest was done. 

You sat on the floor, at the foot of the stairs, though you had no memory of actually making it down them at any point. There were large black spots in your memory, almost as big as those you blinked from your vision. 

Blinking the eye that still worked, you tried to make your mind work. The cogs in your mind felt rusted, seized, as if they hadn’t turned in years, long abandoned and forgotten. 

The shadows were growing long across the floor as the day came to a close. So much time had been lost, slipping from your fingers. If you were stronger, you would have been able to hold on to the fleeting hours. You hoped Laurence wouldn’t be angry that the cleaning hadn’t been done. 

Dinner. You hadn’t started dinner, had you? You couldn’t remember. Hopefully, you had. Laurence needed to be fed. He worked hard, long hours to provide for you. It was your duty. 

His footsteps were heavy across the warm wood floors he hated so much. Anxiety grew in you with every footfall, but you couldn’t do much more than groan in protest. Standing, you willed yourself but you couldn’t. Everything hurt. It hurt to breathe. 

“Oh, honey,” Laurence knelt by your side, brushing hair out from your face with a tender hand. “What are you doing down here?” 

“I couldn’t,” you croaked out the words, throat raw and dry, “get the washing done.” 

Laurence’s arms hooked under your legs and scooped behind your back. He lifted you, cradling you against his chest as he carried you to the small breakfast nook just inside your kitchen. There was a sweet smell that clung to the neck of his shirt. Floral. You liked it. Where had it come from?

“I brought you dinner,” Laurence said as he settled you onto the padded bench. “I figured you weren’t much for cooking tonight, so I treated us. It took calling in some favors but I’ve got the roast chicken from that diner you love so much.” 

The act of kind consideration touched you more than it should have. A tear rolled down your cheek, leaving a wet trail. It was always like this, after. Laurence would care, after. He was soft, after. Always after. 

You slumped in your seat as Laurence set a glass of water in front of you. He left you alone, heavy steps taking him through the house. He walked through the house as if he hadn’t been the force behind your blood splatter on the stairs. Was that abnormal? Did other wives wake loose hours or days after an argument with their husbands? That’s all that was, right? Just an argument? 

If it had been anything more than an argument, what did that mean? It was better to not think about that. Your hand trembled as you brought the water to your lips, letting the cool liquid pour down your raw throat, washing away the question as you tried to ignore the way your little finger didn’t move quite right, didn’t sit quite right. 

Laurence came back into the kitchen, humming as he carried a ceramic baking dish and set it on the counter. You could count on one hand the number of times he had dished up a meal, but you said nothing as you watched him portion roasted chicken, vegetables, and rice onto plates. 

You remembered back to the dinner you had prepared for Alastor, how the guest helped serve instead of Laurence. You tried to not think about Alastor or of how your husband had embarrassed you, letting a guest serve the meal when you hadn’t been fast enough. You blinked the thoughts away as Laurence settled into the seat next to you. 

Scooping some rice onto the fork, you tried to keep your hand steady while you brought it to your lips. Most of the rice fell off and what didn’t was pushed off by your lips as you struggled to open your mouth. Your jaw hurt. Your lips hurt. It hurt to open your mouth. 

“Honey, let me help you.” Laurence’s hand was soft as he wrapped it around yours. 

He took the fork from you and fed you like you were some small child. You watched passively as he shredded the chicken, feeding stands through lips you struggled to part. Black dots swam in front of your vision, blocking out the view of Laurence cutting the food. Would you fall over? 

You mashed what you could with your tongue, avoiding working your jaw more than you had to. Laurence helped you wash down each small bite with a bit of water. Every time you swallowed a bite, he had another ready for you, not giving you a chance to do more than gasp a breath between bites. Eating was exhausting, and you wanted nothing more than to sleep again. 

“You have to eat,” Laurence said, hand resting on your back as he scooted closer to you. “You need to eat so you can heal.” 

“Yes, Laurence.” It felt like you were speaking through cotton balls as you looked at him. You had to look at Laurence when you talked to him. He didn’t like it when people didn’t look at him when they spoke to him. Fear coursed through you as your eye looked into his bright blue eyes.

His hand came to rest on your face, a touch soft as the way he looked at you, brows knitted together in clear concern. For a moment, you thought his eyes were brown. Warm brown eyes and soft hair and then you blinked. No, it was just Laurence, the man who caused the damage, looking at you with pity and sorrow but not an ounce of guilt. 

“You know I’m sorry, right?” Laurence’s thumb ran over the swelling in your face. “I just, you make me so mad sometimes. I love you so much. The thought that you’d want him instead of me…” 

You said nothing. What was there to say? You didn’t forgive him, but that didn’t matter. It would do no good to tell him that when you faded in and out, it was someone else’s eyes you saw in the place of your husband’s. Another tear fell from your eyes, tracing a messy line down the swelling in your face as you wondered why your mind dared to betray you now. 

“You make me so crazy,” Laurence said, standing up from the bench after he decided you had eaten enough. “It happened because I love you.” 

Laurence disappeared into the living room again before returning. He had a bouquet, large and wrapped in colorful paper. Small blooms surrounded a wide arrangement of a dozen bright red roses, all expertly picked, arranged, and tied together, held in the hands of the man that had ruined your last floral arrangement.

“I got these for you because I love you,” Laurence said, setting them on the table in front of you. 

You picked them up mechanically, looking at them. The corners of your mouth twitched up in a mockery of a smile. It was good enough for him, though usually such a poor performance would earn you the back of his hand. 

Laurence hummed as he took the flowers, unwrapped them and put them in water. 

“Oh, honey-” Laurence rested a large hand on your shoulder. “I’ll be working late for at least the next week. The radio station liked our marketing plan so much they wanted more.”

“That’s wonderful,” you said through swollen lips. Maybe with the success Laurence would let you buy a mechanical washing tub. Having one of those would be mighty helpful right about now. 

“Do you ever tire of fetching Mimzy’s dresses?” Susan asked as she packed up yet another custom dress. She hated working on the woman’s designs. They were off fashion, unique and a proper pain in the ass. 

“Is there something bothering you, Susan?” Alastor leaned on the counter, not taking her bait. “Neighborhood boys got you in a bad mood? Want ol Al to put them in their place again? Or is there actually something on your mind?” 

The woman behind the counter huffed, shoving her brown waves back before running her hands down her face. Her elbows rested on the counter on either side of the bag. 

“Boss bothering you?” Alastor asked as he pulled Mimzy’s bag to him. 

“Not any more than usual,” Susan sighed. “Remember Mrs. Latimer? With the bloody nose?”

“How could I forget you overcharging me for a handkerchief?” Alastor leaned on the counter, arms crossed as they spoke like conspirators. 

“I charged you what the boss wants me to charge everyone.”

“Which is too much,” Alastor countered, smile growing wider.

“You could go somewhere else,” Susan snapped, “And take Mimzy with you.” 

“And miss out on your lovely face?” Alastor chuckled, “I would never. Now what’s got your mood more sour than a lemon and what’s it got to do with Mrs. Latimer?”

“She hasn’t been by to pick up her dress. It was due for pick up three days ago. Ticket’s unpaid too. Boss just loves that. He’s been down my neck about it. Sen’t out a notice, but I’m not sure what he expects me to do about it.” 

“Is that so?”

“I don’t-” Susan sighed, “I don’t talk about what I see or the things I know about people in town. But I repair a lot of torn shoulders for Mrs. Latimer. I’m worried about her.”

“Torn shoulders?” Alastor hummed. 

“Don’t ask me to explain. I won’t.” 

“Let me get her dress,” Alastor was already pulling his wallet back out. “I’ll pay the ticket and bring it to her. I’m sure she’s fine, just under the weather.” 

Alastor had stood across the street from the Latimer home long enough to be sure that the man of the house was not home. He could see that someone was moving around inside before crossing the street. He walked swiftly up the pathway to the front door and rapped his knuckles against the dark blue door.

He waited, listening to the chirping of the birds and the rumble of a car in the distance. When you failed to answer, he knocked again, harder this time. The fluttering of curtains in the window told him someone was peeking out. 

He knew it wasn’t Laurence. Unless you had gotten a pet or had guests, it was you. 

So why did you not answer the door?

“Mrs. Latimer?” Alastor calls for you, thinking twice about using your given name while on the street. “I’ve got a delivery for you. Susan sent me.” 

“Just leave it outside,” your voice muffled too much for just coming through the door, “Thank you.” 

Alastor leaned closer to the door, speaking softer, but still clearly intending for her to hear him. “You’ve not picked up your dress. Susan’s worried for you, as am I.” 

“Susan?” 

“The seamstress from Markin’s tailor?” Alastor offered, bemused that someone could not have an annoyingly close relationship with the woman regardless of if they wanted to or not. Alastor had known her since they were children and it seemed he could never shake her. “I’m not leaving until you open this door. She’ll skin me alive if I don’t tell her I laid eyes on you and verified one of her best customers is indeed safe and sound.”

“I,” you hesitated inside your home, a block of ice wrapped in cloth hanging from your hand. The swelling had gone down, but the ice soothed the pain still. “I can’t, Alastor.” 

“I’m not leaving, so you may as well open this door. I’ll stand here all day if I need to.” Alastor’s lips twitched into a wider smile as he heard the lock on the door and watched the doorknob turn. 

You peeked through the opening. “I’m fine, see? Now-” 

Alastor leaned to the side, giving himself a better view of you. You watched his face drop from the smile he seemed to wear, and you knew in that moment he had seen too much. 

“Fuck,” the word was soft, spoken under his breath and not intended for your ears, but you caught the naked truth of it. 

He saw. 

“Let me in.” His voice was little more than a tense hiss, but it lacked the threat of Laurence’s voice. Alastor didn’t wait for you to decide if you were going to allow him in, though. 

As you readied your words of protest, Alastor looked each way and shoved the door open enough for him to slip inside. The force knocked you to the side, but you had no strength to put up any sort of fight.

This was wrong, you thought as the door squeaked. Improper. You were alone with him, or you would be if he dared to close the door. It stood open, just enough for his frame to have slipped through, though someone could still see. 

He looked at you as if he was seeing someone else. A few heartbeats passed before he shut the front door behind him, sealing you off.

Alone. Laurence would kill you if he had found out, but in the haze and fog of pain, you struggled to care beyond the sharp spike of fear. It was done. 

“Did he do this to you?” Deep shadows settled on Alastor’s face. Rage, an emotion that looked wholly misplaced and yet right at home, settled over his face in place of the smile he usually wore. 

You shrugged, not brave enough to meet his eyes. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Like hell it’s not.” Alastor reached out, fingers ghosting over the dark blue bruises over your eye, “If I had to bet, I’d say it’s likely worse than it looks.” 

“It’s fine.” You needed Alastor to leave, “I’m healing. Please, you need to go.”

“I’m helping you,” Alastor’s lips twitched up into a calm smile, “Because it is my fault, isn’t it?” 

“No! No, not at all.” 

“The flowers were too much of a risk,” Alastor did not outright say sorry, but the words were written on his face. “I’ve patched my fair share of people up.” 

Somehow, you found yourself led through your house as if you were the guest. Alastor’s hand was light against your back, only a slight pressure when you would hesitate. It was hard to hesitate for more than a few moments. The pain and fatigue stole the fight from you. 

Alastor pulled the chair from your workstation toward the center of your kitchen and lightfully pushed you to sit in it. It was surreal seeing him in your space as if it was his once again. 

With a start, you realized how improper this really was. You were alone with a man that was not your husband. What’s worse, you were alone in your home with him and your husband didn’t know. You had no intention of telling Laurence, and that made it all the worse. 

It didn’t matter if nothing happened between you. If Laurence found out Alastor was in his home without a third party to ensure things were proper, you would be branded an adulteress. He could leave you ruined in society. Your family would disown you.

“It’ll be worse if he finds out you came.” 

Alastor seemed to hear your whispered words easily as he put a kettle of water on the stove to warm, though he disregarded them. He opened drawers until he found the kitchen rags instead of responding to your protest. 

You sat quietly as you watched Alastor pick herbs from the little pots that sat in your kitchen window. He put the leaves between two layers of the rag and grabbed your heavy stone rolling pin. Leaning forward to put his weight into it, he rolled it along the cloth until there was a slight green color to the white kitchen cloth. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Something Ma taught me.” You smiled softly at his words. Though he still spoke in that irritatingly perfect transatlantic accent, he called his mother ‘Ma’. “It’ll help prevent infection in your lip.”

You wanted to ask him how he knew about patching up beaten women, why his mother needed to teach him how to prevent infection beyond washing a cut, but you didn’t. You didn’t want to know. He was too kind of a man to have a childhood where a harsh man’s hands left bruises and weeping wounds. 

“When do you expect him back?” Alastor asked as he dipped the folded rag into the steaming water. After squeezing the water out, he took the wrapped chunk of ice from you and re-wrapped it with the damp green tinged cloth. 

“Usually just before dinner,” you answered, “But he said he’s probably going to be working late on the extra work for the station.”

“Extra work for the station?” Alastor scoffed but didn’t elaborate. You didn’t ask, though you wanted to. It wasn’t the place of a woman to insert herself into the affairs of men. 

“I’ll be gone before he’s back. I didn’t park near either. He won’t know.” 

You wanted to trust him. There was no energy left to argue with him about it. 

Alastor took the damp rag that had been wrapped around the ice and dropped it into the kettle. He waited for a moment before fishing the rag out and ringing the water out. How it didn’t burn his hands, you did not know.

“Hold this to your eye.” He tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. The action was strangely intimate. Softly, he pressed the warm cloth against the bruised skin. “After the first two days, heat is better to treat bruises. Helps your body break it down so it’ll fade faster.” 

“I didn’t know that,” you were not sure what to say to Alastor at that moment. Instead, you slowly reached up with your other hand to take the rag from him, folding your fingers over his hand as best you could with your little finger still not working right. 

Alastor noticed your finger, sitting out at an angle from the others as your hand ghosted over his. As he let you take the rag yourself, he leaned forward to get a better look at the finger. 

Your heart beat hard in your chest as his face drew closer to yours. You could see the different shades of brown in his eyes, making them look like freshly tilled soil. He had his attention focused on your hand, but the way his hair had just a little more curl at the root, giving it more volume, captivated yours. His long lashes framed his eyes, such a normal color, and yet you couldn’t look away.

“It looks like your finger is just dislocated.” his words were soft. His breath ghosted over you, bitter coffee rich in it. “It’ll hurt, but if you don’t relocate it, it will just get worse.”

“What’s a little more pain?” You tried to sound brave, but your voice still faltered. 

Alastor nodded before rummaging through your kitchen again. He came back with twine as he fished a small folding pocketknife from his pocket. He dropped another rag into the kettle before taking both the rag and hand over your eye in his hand. 

You marveled at how much bigger his hand was than yours as he plucked the rag from your palm and tossed it into the kettle easily. He held your hand close to his face, using his fingers to feel how the bones sat under your skin. 

“Three.” He said, taking your hand in both of his. 

“Two.” He wrapped his fingers carefully around your pinky. You took a deep breath, clenching your teeth together and held it.

“One.” He pulled your finger out and toward the rest of your hand with a strong, steady pressure. 

It wasn’t slow, and for that you were thankful. Pain swirled in your head as you cried out. And then, with a pop, you could instantly feel relief. The joint throbbed, but the pain was duller now..

You didn’t realize you were swaying until Alastor’s hands on your shoulders steadied you. “Are you alright?”

“Dizzy,” was all you could say, “I’m okay.” 

Alastor nodded, dropping his hands from you but stood, watching you for a few moments longer before fishing a rag out of the hot kettle with tongs. 

“Give your lip a break from the ice,” he directed over his shoulder as he worked water out of the rag using the side of the kettle and the tongs. He clumsily folded it on the counter, pinching the steaming edges of the fabric and flipping them over. 

As he tossed the folded cloth between his hands a few times, you pulled the cloth from your lip. He folded the cloth in his hands one more time before resting it against your bruised eye again, holding it to your darkened skin until your fingers slipped under his hand. 

Then his face was once again too close to yours. Your heart pounded as he looked at your lip closer, directing your head this way and that with a few fingers under your chin. 

Never in your life had you been this close to a man who was not your father or your husband. All it would take was leaning just a little forward and your lips would be on his. Such a silly thought that was. The pain was surely getting to you. 

If someone walked in and saw him holding you like this, they would think he was about to kiss you, and that thought wasn’t so silly. Fear flooded you as your eyes ripped from his to glance at the doorway.

“Don’t worry,” Alastor whispered, “We’ve got plenty of time still.” 

“Why are you helping me?” You asked, dressing gown clutched to your chest as you held the back of your blouse up for Alastor, trying to preserve as much of your modesty as you could. 

He had insisted on checking the rest of your injuries and you don’t know why you agreed. Maybe it would make him leave sooner? Maybe it just felt better to be taken care of. While Laurence had provided a meal, flowers and water, he hadn’t provided any actual care for the injuries themselves. 

“Because no man should lay a hand on his wife.” Alastor spoke around the end of the bandage he had gripped in his teeth. “I don’t enjoy seeing it and I enjoy causing it even less. You deserve better.”

“But it’s what it is. I’m his,” Alastor only hummed at your words, passing the bandage to your side. You took it and wrapped it around your front, passing it back to him on the other side, where he pulled it tight. The pressure around your ribs was comforting, just as he promised it would be. 

You still were not sure it was worth being in such an indecent position with him. He said nothing of the yellow and green bruises you knew were on your back, healing marks from prior times you had disappointed your husband. 

“What are you doing later this week?” Alastor asked, breaking the tense silence that fell between you while he finished wrapping your ribs. “While he is working?” 

“Cleaning,” you weakly shrugged. “Cooking. Healing. Being a wife.”

“And if you took a break from that?” Alastor felt the adrenaline trickle into his system just as it did whenever he took a risk while hunting. Interesting. Unexpected. He filed that reaction away to examine later. 

“What?”

“I’ve spent all afternoon here patching you up. I was supposed to go pick up some curtains.” 

“I’m so sorry!” You sucked in a breath as he tied off the bandages. “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”

“I know just the way!” Alastor’s voice returned to the cheer you had grown to associate with him. It had been subdued in the last few hours and you had missed it. Its absence had left you feeling tense. “Why don’t you assist me in making the selection? My home is dearly missing a woman’s touch. We can go next week, so you’ve had a chance to heal.” 

“It wouldn’t be-”

“Proper, sure it would. We’ll be in public and I can assure you that Laurence wouldn’t find out. Just you, me and the rest of the shoppers.” 

“Alright,” you chewed your lip, “If you’re sure he won’t find out… I could assist and then we’ll be even? The debt paid?” 

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Hands to Yourself | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Normally Bradley would encourage you to touch him as much as you want, but not when you've invited everyone you know over for a cookout.

Warnings: Smut and fluff

Length: 2500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! (But it can be read on its own) Check my masterlist in my profile for the reading order!

You and Bradley had been engaged for just over a week when you invited everyone you knew over to the house for a cookout. The two of you had a lot to celebrate, including Bradley's big promotion to Lieutenant Commander and his return to work after his injury. 

Bradley walked into the kitchen to find all of the food you were preparing for later that day. "Baby Girl, these people do not need anything fancy. We can just dump some beers in a cooler and serve them hot dogs." 

"Sangria and marinated chicken isn't fancy, Roo." You rolled your eyes. You weren't about to invite people over for dinner and then toss a bag of chips at them. Even if it was just the usual crowd.

"Nat and I once ate sushi from a gas station, so really whatever you want to do is fine," he told you, and you couldn't help but laugh. "I'll be outside setting up."

He kissed your cheek as you continued to cut up fruit for the sangria, and you watched him walk into the dining room. He tapped out a few notes on the piano before heading outside. Then you watched him through the kitchen window while he played with Tramp and got the patio furniture cleaned up. God, he looked so good. You knew he was still struggling with his new scars and his body image since his injury, but just looking at him had you practically drooling. 

Your period had ended, and you wondered if there would be time for a quickie once you finished up with all of the food. You rushed to get everything else ready. At least it was mostly things that needed to be grilled. You laughed and pulled out your I Love Meat apron for Bradley to wear while he was grilling. 

You mixed all of the sangria pitchers and tried a sample of each one. "Delicious," you said out loud before pouring yourself a full glass and taking it outside. "Do you want a drink, Roo?" you asked, taking a long sip. "It's insanely hot out here!"

"Yeah, just some water, Sweetheart," he told you as he was cleaning the grill. You watched him in his gray tee and gym shorts, his biceps working hard as he scraped and scrubbed with the wire brush. You bit your lip as he swiped the back of his hand across his forehead. Even the sweaty spots on his shirt were doing something to you right now. 

"What time is everyone coming?" you asked, finishing the rest of your drink in an attempt to keep yourself from touching him while he bent to pick up the propane tank. 

"In about an hour," he said, grunting as he tightened the tank in place with his big hands. He really had no idea what he was doing right now, and you ran back inside to get him some water. 

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You put out some snacks while Bradley took a shower. You had been so tempted to join him in there, but everyone would be arriving shortly. You were a few sangrias deep at this point, and when your fiancé walked out sporting damp hair, a snug white tee shirt and gray chino shorts, you moaned. 

"I know what that noise means," he said, eyeing you with a smirk.

You pressed your lips together. "Call everyone. Call them and cancel. Please?"

"Baby Girl," he whispered, and you felt like your head was swimming. The wine was mixing with your neediness, and you were reaching for him. As soon as you pulled him down for a kiss that lingered and got your fingers under the hem of his tee shirt, someone started knocking on the door. 

"Let's pretend we're not home," you whispered against his lips. He chuckled and gave your butt a squeeze. 

"I'll take care of you later, Sweetheart. After everyone leaves."

You pouted in the kitchen as he walked to the front door. You recognized Maverick's voice right away, and you had to act totally normal in front of him, pretending you weren't thinking about his godson naked and inside you.

Soon your kitchen was filled with all of the aviators along with Cam and Maria. Everyone started to filter out to the backyard with drinks in their hands, but you pulled Bradley to the side and kissed him again.

"You look so hot right now," you told him, running your hand along the front of his shirt before letting it trail down his scarred left arm. "Good Lord, Bradley."

"Is this because we haven't had sex in a few days?" he asked in that raspy voice that made your eyes flutter closed. "I'll lay you on our bed later and take care of you. Don't I always take care of you?" He kissed your forehead before he strode outside. 

You whined and squeezed your thighs together, and then you poured another huge glass of sangria and went out to socialize. You talked to Cam and Maria for a while about work. Your lab was collaborating with their lab on an upcoming project, and you couldn't wait to see more of them every day outside of lunchtime. But you watched Bradley slip your apron over his head as he laughed with Payback, his big hands making quick work of tying it in place. 

"Want me to grab you a beer, Angel?" Jake asked as he walked past you, and you must have told him yes, because soon you were drinking both your sangria and a beer. Bradley was preheating the grill now, and you had to press your lips together to keep from making a seriously needy noise as he squatted down on the ground to open the tank valves. 

You finished both drinks and went to wrap your arms around his waist as soon as he stood up.

"Having fun?" he asked with a smile. The playlist you made was perfect, everyone was eating your snacks, and you could overhear pleasant conversations everywhere. 

"I'd be having more fun if my hands were down your pants," you told him, and he choked on his sip of beer. 

"Sweetheart," he gasped as he coughed. "Later." He turned away from you as Bob called his name, and you sighed as you started talking to Jake about his girl problems. 

After a few minutes, you were still shaking your head at him and sneaking glances at Bradley through your tipsy haze. "Jacob, just be less of a fuckboy."

"I don't know how!" he replied, but you had to bite your lip, because now Bradley was standing with his hand on his hip while he grilled the chicken you had prepared along with some burgers and veggie burgers. "The two of you are absolutely disgusting. You know that, right?" Jake drawled once he saw where your focus had drifted. 

"Mmm," you hummed in agreement before making a beeline toward Bradley. "You need anything, Roo?" you asked sweetly, slipping one hand inside the apron and stroking his belly before letting your hand glide lower. You watched him glance around to see if anyone was looking and you giggled.

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Bradley grunted as your hand rubbed him through his shorts. "You need to knock it off," he whispered in as stern a voice as he could manage. Because God, your hand felt good on him right now. "Go find someone to talk to. I told you I will take care of everything you need later tonight." 

You just whimpered. Your cheeks were flushed, and he knew you'd had a few drinks. He had honestly never seen you this poorly behaved before. Thank goodness he'd already locked you down with a ring, because this was delightful. He had to reach for your hand and remove it from inside the apron, because you were refusing to listen to him. 

"What has gotten into you?" he asked, nodding at Fanboy when he asked if Bradley wanted another beer.

You looked up at him and licked your lips. "Sangria and lust. And hopefully you, soon."

Bradley tried his best not to laugh, so he pressed his lips together and nodded until he was able to speak. "You know we can't do that right now. Go talk to Nat."

He watched you pout and head away from him, your sundress swirling around your thighs. Great, now he was a little hard. He watched you conversing with his best friend, and he flipped the chicken before anything burned. Fanboy and Payback joined him at the grill and helped him get all of the food off when it was ready.

"Congrats again, Rooster," Fanboy said as he drank one of your fancy sangrias. "You two look so happy together. When's the wedding?"

Bradley glanced at you across the patio, and you were already looking at him. "We haven't made any solid plans yet. I'm hoping for this year though."

You winked at him, and he shook his head in response. He couldn't believe you. When he carried the grilled food to the table, and everyone started to dig in, he turned to face you. "Are you ready to behave now?" he asked you softly since everyone was gathered around the vicinity. 

"No, I'm still feeling a certain way about how sexy you look today."

He heard Nat snicker and look at him over her shoulder. "The two of you are a serious problem," Nat told Bradley. "Plus, I am honestly shocked you found someone who can stand your personality and your looks."

Bradley sighed. He supposed he was lucky, but he still shook his head at you. "Eat something to soak up all of the alcohol you drank. I'm going to wash my hands." Bradley barely made it inside and to the laundry room sink before you slipped inside the room with him. 

You closed the door and leaned against it, chewing on your bottom lip and eyeing him up and down. Bradley slowly dried his hands, taking a moment to wipe his brow with the paper towel before throwing it away. 

"You're acting like a brat," he told you, but that just made you gasp. "You're being a bad girl."

"Oh my god," you moaned, and he knew he wasn't getting out of this room unless he took care of you. "I am so horny, Roo. I don't know what it is about you today! Or maybe it's because we're engaged, but I just... I can't...."

He smirked at you and nodded toward the washer and dryer. "Put your hands on top of the washing machine." He watched you do as you were told, and when he pressed the front of his body against your backside, you pushed back making him groan.

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"Please," you whispered, and when Bradley's right hand reached up the front of your dress, you wiggled back against him.

"I can't believe you today," he growled next to your ear, his mustache brushing you softly. His fingers traced your slit through your underwear before he reached his entire hand down the front and circled your clit. "I told you to wait."

"I couldn't," you moaned. He worked his fingers through your wetness and he groaned. "Are you going to fuck me?"

"No," he said, sliding one finger inside you. 

"Why not?" you asked as he held you snug against him and used a second finger to fill you up. 

"Because that's what you want me to do."

You gasped as he started to pump his fingers into you, fucking you with his hand. His left forearm was wrapped around your breasts, and the veins bulging in the back of his hand had you feeling wild. 

"Please, fuck me with your cock," you gasped, but he was grinding your clit with the heel of his hand now. He knew exactly what you liked.

"No." he told you again, his voice firm and unwavering as his breath teased your ear. "You know I'm never quick, and we only have a minute. And frankly, I don't think I should be rewarding this behavior." 

"Ohhh," you moaned, and he hissed as your ass bumped him while he worked his fingers in and out. 

"You're such a filthy little thing, Baby Girl. Gonna have my hands full for the rest of my life."

You were so close now, you were squeezing your eyes closed as the wave of tension inside you grew. "You asked me to marry you."

Bradley grunted. "Of course I did. I love you. Even when you act like a needy little princess."

You bit your lip and let your head fall back against his shoulder as he rubbed his thumb across your clit, making you clench around him.

"You cum for me right now, and later tonight, I'll spread you out on our bed and do you the way you deserve." 

You were whining and gasping for air, your fingers bending against the top of the washing machine as you came. Your skin felt so hot from the combination of sangria and Bradley's attention. When he withdrew his fingers, he brought them up to your mouth, and you licked and sucked them clean. 

"You better behave now," he threatened, grinding himself against your backside before leaving you alone in the laundry room. 

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Bradley watched you make your way back outside on shaky legs. Nobody seemed any wiser; the two of you had been inside for less than ten minutes together. You looked at him as he took a bite of his burger, and the soft smile on your lips had him smirking back at you. You absolutely owned his heart and his body, but he still couldn't believe your behavior while you had company over. 

As soon as everyone had finished eating and drinking and the sun had set, your friends started to leave. Bradley watched you saying goodbye to Coyote and Bob, the last two stragglers. 

"Everyone's gone," you told him, standing under the strands of fairy lights that you had hung up outside. 

Bradley just looked at you for a few seconds, your ring sparkling on your finger. "Go get in bed and wait for me," he said. Now his voice was deep and needy. He watched you smile and dash inside. 

Bradley shook his head and cleaned up some of the food and dishes, making several trips into the kitchen. He decided he'd make you sweat for a few minutes, make sure you were even more worked up for him. He washed his hands and started to unbutton his shorts as he walked into the bedroom. 

And there you were, curled up in bed with Tramp. Both of you were snoring softly, your cheeks still flushed from all the wine you'd had to drink. Bradley just watched you sleep for a moment before he sighed and walked around the bed. He gently extracted the worn out dog and set him down on his own bed. Then Bradley covered you up and kissed your forehead before he got himself ready to go to sleep next to you. 

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Justice for Stardewies

Because people need jobs and purpose...

Jodi

has been a single mom for so long, even though Kent returns in Year 2. She was a Registered Nurse, and replaces Maru at the clinic when Maru decides to go back to school. Jodi starts to feel her confidence grow as she works outside her home. And Harvey is a good boss, letting her work around Vincent's school schedule.

Maru

Inspired by Harvey, Maru wants to pursue and advanced degree in medical technology. With her poor eyesight, her dreams of becoming an astronaut faded. But she still gets to tinker and play with technology, which is something she loves.

Marnie / Marlon

deserves better than a "secret" relationship with Lewis. His family has wealth and historically held positions of power. The Governor is his cousin after all. Still Marnie deserves real "out in the open" love. Marlon asks her out one day after she visits the Adventurer's Guild with the weekly dairy delivery. Their first official date is the Flower Dance. And they dance together for the whole town to see. Lewis is jealous but... he had his chance. #sorrynotsorry

Shane

is sober and working at the movie theater during the evenings. He attends vet school during the day. Shane wants to open an animal clinic, with an emphasis on chickens... 🐔 er... farm animals. And he makes his famous pepper poppers for all town events.

Pam

Pam went to rehab. She is now reemployed at Pierre's. She really enjoys helping customers find what they are looking for, and she joined Caroline's class to get fit. She has already dropped almost 20lbs.

Robin

Robin does so much for the town. She is convinced by the people to run against Lewis. And then she actually wins. Since she finally has help from Alex, Robin's business is booming. She is able to hire on another employee so she can focus on her new important duties as Mayor of Pelican Town.

Linus

Is anyone surprised he actually has money? And lots of it? Linus gets involved with other veterans like himself with much encouragement from Gus. Now with properly flowing taxpayers' dollars, Linus is able to build a tiny Veterans Village for former military men and women to "get off grid," find healing, and a fresh start. Kent gets involved too after he starts counseling for his PTSD.

Alex

Robin hired Alex as a handyman. Alex is surprisingly good with his hands and figuring things out, especially electrical. With no formal training, he can rewire televisions and stereos. At first, he just tinkers in Robin's workshop. But then he starts doing bigger projects. After getting an electricians license, Alex helps wire houses and rewire faulty electrical in other homes and businesses around the Valley. It's blue collar work but it pays really well, and his skills are sorely needed. And he can work as he wants. So he still has plenty of time to toss the gridball around with friends, and take Dusty to the dog park, and even help Granny in the kitchen.

Evelyn / George

Ev still helps out at the community garden. She starts growing spices and herbs to bake in her breads and cookies. Once the Community Center is repaired, Evelyn hosts a bake sale to help with the upkeep. And Haley joins her in organizing a cake walk. George gets motivated, with encouragement from Jodi (since she is a vet's wife), to do the Valley's own version of Special Olympics. Alex helps his grandpa train.

Abigail

finally graduates after six years. She knows what she wants. She is going to pursue a master's in folklore and mythology. While it isn't business like her dad wanted, Pierre is still proud of his little girl. Abi leaves for Zuzu City (on the repaired bus line). She also has an internship lined up, translating manuscripts (since she learned ancient Dwarven).

Sebastian

takes coding to the next level. He finds a partner in Zuzu. They start a tech company together. Seb still comes home on weekends to spend time with his family (he and Demetrius patched things up ever since his stepdad got his official diagnosis as autistic). Seb always brings rice pudding for Demetrius, from the Asian Market he lives above. Seb is also working on releasing his first video game, inspired by his experiences in the mines.

Sam

After the band breaks up, Sam decides to go solo. He leaves for Zuzu City for some gigs. The first weekend he is there, he makes a connection with a talent scout who thinks Sam is really good. Sam starts landing bigger and bigger shows. Next thing he knows, he's traveling the world, opening for big name bands. It is a dream come true. He never stays in one place too long, but that's just what he loves about his "work."

Elliott

publishes his romance novel. And then his editor suggests a series. It is super successful. With his new steady income, Elliott upgrades his cabin to a proper beach cottage. He teams up with Penny to write a children's book.

Penny / the children

returns to school and obtains a proper teaching license. With help from Robin, she opens an after school enrichment program for Vincent, Jas, Leo, and a few other children. And she partners with Professor Snail to offer summer camps on Ginger Island. Penny also organizes a beach clean-up day.

Vincent starts an entomology club with the Prof, much to his delight.

Jas works with Emily to create costumes for a play. The story of the Winter Star is the first show they put on for the town. And this seriously helps Jas' confidence.

Leo repairs the treehouse with the help of Alex. And Pam, who attended cosmetology school, gives him a proper "big kid" haircut.

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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

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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.

[fandomhcs]

dating harley quinn would include:

constant laughter. jokes that make no sense, have no punchline, yet still leave you both delirious from giggling so much. your sides hurt with her all the time. 

harley is a roller coaster of the most beautiful variety. she’s beautiful and sweet, playful and brilliant. she brightens up every room she enters and you never let her forget it. 

behind all the color, laughter, and smoke bombs hides a lot of insecurity and pain. the two of you don’t really talk about it, about him, but you know enough. instead of focusing on that, you can tell that she just wants to charge forward in life and leave it all behind her. while that may not be the healthiest of ways to cope, you can’t really fault her for it. nor can you complain about being dragged along with her on her wacky adventure.

greasy diner food, roller skates, and speeding along the highway blasting music to drown out the assholes that honk at you. there’s never a dull moment. 

even in the safety of your own apartment harley brings a certain sense of vibrancy. curled up on your couch, unable to tell whose limbs are whose, she’ll babble on about anything and everything. you’ve learned all the dirty details of gotham’s underbelly thanks to her rambling. she even let it spill that harvey dent’s got a secret tattoo that the tabloids would just die to find out.

speaking of gotham’s underbelly, harley isn’t one to keep you out of it. she trusts you to handle your own. you’re dating her, aren’t ya? got to be some sort of bad ass to do that. even if you’re a civilian, there’s nowhere else she’d want you to be than with her. though that might mean having to teach you some tips and tricks to keep outta too much trouble.

who would’ve known that picking a lock was so hard? or that hot wiring your car while your girlfriend shoots glitter grenades at gotham pd would be so thrilling. 

but for all the thrills and chills, harley also loves a romantic, chill night in. she loves to cuddle you, almost never letting your out of her arms even in public. she’ll kiss you, hug you, smack your ass, and she doesn’t give a damn who sees her do it! 

anybody with a complaint about your relationship mysteriously ends up covered in pink paint and chicken feathers. or worse, if they keep pushing her. anyone who trash talks her baby is gonna get a face full of harley fuckin’ quinn, that’s for sure.

expect to be friends with lots of people you really never imagined being friends with. one day poison ivy will show up at your house with a small potted plant and warn you that if anything happens to it you die, the next black frickin’ canary shows up to ask if harley has stolen her tights again. harley collects people, her heart too big and vibrant for her not to be buddies with half of gotham (despite half of gotham wanting to shoot her, of course). some of these people, over time, become your people too. and it isn’t that uncommon for cassandra cain to be found snoring on your couch, for catwoman’s heels to be tossed in the corner of your kitchen while she digs through your fridge, or for the little old lady down the street to knock on your door with a freshly baked quiche.

bruce loves you, and i mean abso-frickin’-lutely adores you. the precious pup curls up around you every night when you head to bed, begs for treats every time you go to the kitchen, and never leaves your side when you leave the house without harley. heck, sometimes you cuddle the sweet boy more than you cuddle your own girlfriend. and she doesn’t even have the heart to be mad about it. (she’ll pout, though. you know she’ll pout.)

at the end of the day, treat harley quinn with kindness and respect and she’s gonna love you. 

kiss her in the rain, bring her breakfast in bed, dance around in your underwear to the hairspray musical. understand that life is a blast and you gotta make the best out of it. kiss her pretty face all over, swing her around in your arms, blow raspberries on her skin. make her laugh, make her smile, and she’s yours.

she’s weird and makes no sense sometimes, and some of her antics raise your blood pressure to alarming levels. but there is no one else who’ll rock your world the way she can.

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Chapter 8

Notes: Sorry this has taken so long. Life has really been kicking my ass of late so its been hard to concentrate.

I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: swearing and angst, lots of angst.

Bucky had set the table and put all the food out when everyone went to sit, he shouldered Sam out of the spot next to his, that was set up for Radar, her iced tea with a slice of lemon in her green glass.

As everyone else started eating, Bucky waited impatiently for Radar to return to the kitchen, pacing until Tony stopped him.

"Look, Manchurian, I know you're back to lovestruck swain but could you not wear down my rugs?"

Bucky glared at Tony but quickly dropped it and smiled when he heard Radar walking down the hall. He hurried to pull out a chair for her, ignoring Sam's chuckle. He filled her plate with Sam's chicken jambalaya, making sure to give her a couple of fresh biscuits on the side.

Radar looked at her plate, felt a flutter in her stomach and smiled at him softly "You remembered my tea. And biscuits instead of cornbread."

Bucky blushed and mumbled softly "I remember everything."

Tony coughed loudly "Whipped!"

Sam cleared his throat and Loki hummed softly with a small smirk.

Bucky glared around the table while Wanda and Nat grinned back. The whole team seemed very invested in this renewed relationship.

Radar giggled and elbowed Bucky in his side, distracting him from the rest of the team. "Is everything ok, doll? Do you need anything else."

She shook her head "I'm good, Buck. Relax and eat. It's just dinner with the team."

The rest of the meal was a typical team dinner except that everyone paid special attention to the interactions between Bucky and Radar.

When everyone was done Wanda offered a cake she'd made for dessert but Radar begged off "I couldn't eat another bite, I'm stuffed."

Bucky had been about to take a piece but quickly changed his mind. "There's still a little light left, wanna go for a walk around the lake?"

Radar nodded and he pulled her chair out before offering his hand to her. Once they were outside, the table erupted into discussion over the pair. Nat tried to sneak over to the window so she could watch both of them, Sam went to the other window but Steve was faster and closed the blinds while trying to herd them back to the table.

"Come on, guys. Give them some space."

Tony just sat back chuckling at them before speaking up "Pffft, Amateurs. Friday? Could you keep an eye on Radar and Barnes?"

"Sorry, boss. Captain Rogers insisted they need their privacy and asked me to keep their interactions confidential."

Steve smiled smugly while Tony wasn't amused "Excuse me? Override Rogers request."

"I'm afraid I can't do that at this time, boss."

Tony swore under his breath "Friday, we're going to have a chat." He glared over at Steve "You too Rogers" and stomped away while the rest of the team laughed uproariously.

When they got outside Bucky offered his arm to Radar who looked at him and took his hand. "So what do you think are the odds that we aren't being observed?"

Bucky shrugged "I'll bet we're pretty safe out here." And led her down the path that went along the water.

She laughed "You know Tony has every inch of this place wired so that Friday, and by extension him, doesn't miss a thing."

He chuckled "I've missed that laugh but don't worry, Charlie. I've got, an angle."

Radar looked at him sideways "Ok, Captain Stern. I'm impressed you remembered that line."

Bucky smirked at her "How could I forget, considering how many times you made me watch that cheesy movie."

Radar pulled her hand from his "Cheesy movie?" She questioned indignantly. "Cheesy? It only had some of the best music of the 20th century. How dare you, Barnes?"

Bucky grabbed her hand and continued walking "I don't recall any jazz or big band music in that movie at all."

She scoffed "Well it is called Heavy Metal so that old stuff wouldn't have fit in very well, now would it?"

"Maybe but you said-"

She nudged him with her shoulder "I know what I said, Barnes but that old music you listen to is not the best of the last century, unless you're at least a century old."

"Very funny young lady"

Radar smirked at him "You can't win this argument so might as well concede before I have to embarrass you."

Bucky grumbled under his breath before changing the subject "So tell me about Madripoor. What kind of trouble did you get into there?" He paused for a moment "Wait, were you there when Sam and I were-"

Radar nodded "Yes, I saw you revert into Soldat mode. That shit put Zemo at the top of my enemies list but he was back in jail before I could do anything about it."

He looked at her confused "You saw that but that means you were there? Why didn't you-?"

"Yes, I was in the bar but what was I supposed to do? 'Oh hi Barnes, I know you hate my guts because that whore Sharon set me up to look like I cheated on you but how have you been?' I'm sure you would have loved to see me in the middle of all that."

Bucky looked at the ground "Yeah, I guess you're right." Then looked at her "I'm so sorry doll."

Radar shook her head "I told you I forgive you, you don't have to keep apologizing."

Bucky looked at her sadly "Yes, I do. I don't think you understand, I don't know how to help you understand how sorry I am."

He sighed "I know this might be a lot to ask but would you be willing to come to one of my therapy sessions? Dr Raynor would like to meet you, she thinks it could help both of us."

Radar chewed on her lip, thinking and he had to force himself to keep his hands to himself and not run his thumb over her lip to pull it away from her teeth "Yeah, I guess I could do that."

They started walking again, no longer holding hands but their arms softly bumping as they moved before Bucky turned and stopped her again. "Look, doll. The sun is setting."

Radar turned to see the sun going down until it looked like it was sinking into the lake. She sighed softly "It's beautiful."

She didn't realize that Bucky was staring at her when he agreed, whispering "Stunning"

He pulled her to face him and caressed her cheek with his right hand before looking at her lips and starting to lean in like he wanted to kiss her.

Radar felt her heart stutter before turning her face so he ended up kissing her cheek then gently pushing him away.

"Buck" she murmured softly, looking at him with watery eyes "I can't, I um, this is too much. I have to go."

She turned and quickly walked away, forcing herself to stand straight, when she wanted to run back to Madripoor where her heart felt safer even if she wasn't.

Bucky stood there sadly and watched her walk away from him. Again.

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The compound was quiet for a few days and the team tried to get any information about their talk from Radar and Bucky but neither would even consider discussing it as they tiptoed around each other until he finally couldn't stand it anymore and knocked on her door.

Radar looked surprised to see him there but forced a small smile "What's up, Barnes?"

Bucky smiled back "I was wondering if you would be up for lunch, or coffee or something?."

She frowned "I'm sorry, I already have plans. In fact I-"

A booming voice interrupted "Lady Radar! I hope I'm not too early. Are you ready?"

Radar gave Thor a soft, sad smile "Yes, let me grab my purse."

She looked at Bucky "We'll talk later, ok?"

Thor grinned "Sargent Barnes, I hope you don't mind if I take the lady off of your hands for a short time. I promise to return her safe and sound."

Bucky smiled with clenched teeth. "Of course not. I'll see you both later."

That night, after the dinner that Radar and Thor were conspicuously from, Bucky received a text from Radar *therapist tomorrow?*

Bucky sighed. He wanted to ask about her date with Thor, if anything was going on between them but he knew he had no right so simply replied

*Sure, that'd be great*

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Bucky didn't see Radar until they were both standing outside of Dr Raynors office. The doctor smiled when she opened the door to let them in.

"Welcome Y/N, I'm so glad you've come to talk. James has told me so much about you."

Radar flinched and giggled nervously "Great, starting out with a target on my back"

Raynor smiled softly "Not at all. One incident doesn't define you, especially considering such extenuating circumstances. I always try to keep an open mind when someone does something that seems unforgivable."

She moved to her desk, motioning toward the couch "Please have a seat, Y/N. James."

After a few moments of silence she looked at both of them pointedly "Who wants to start?"

Radar sighed "I really don't know what to say. My ex worked with a woman who hates me, to set me up and the man I loved believed her without even giving me a chance to say a word so I left. I wasn't going to stay and watch her seduce him."

Raynor nodded "Running away is often easier, in the short term, than confronting our problems. Considering the circumstances and your past, it's understandable that fleeing seemed like a safe response."

Radar replied sharply "My past? What do you know of my past? And what does it have to do with this?"

Raynor looked at a chart "You joined the military to get away from an abusive father, only to fall in with an abusive boyfriend, John Walker. When that relationship fell apart you left the army and joined the CIA to get away from him. Hurt your back on a mission and ended up at a desk but when a romance with a coworker blew up you fled to SWORD which brought you to the Avengers compound."

She sat back with a reassuring look on her face "Running away is your go to, leaving painful situations behind instead of trying to repair them."

Radar bristled "So I was supposed to stay in abusive situations and try to talk my abusers out of hurting me?"

Her voice went up "You think I didn't try to talk to my father? Stop him from hurting us? Or John? I guess the hours of couples therapy aren't in your little chart."

She shook her head as she stood, wiping the tears from her eyes "I knew this would be an ambush, I don't have to sit her and take all the blame for shit that I had little control over."

Raynor stood "Please, Y/N. This isn't about assigning blame. It's about understanding why you and James acted and reacted to the incident that broke you up."

Radar sat back down with her legs and arms crossed, a sullen look on her face. "In the past I tried to fix things and only left when I couldn't make things better. I tried to talk to Bucky the morning after and he wouldn't even let me get one word out. What would be the point of staying?"

Raynor nodded "I understand your logic but if you had stayed, maybe you could have talked in a few days, after James calmed down."

Radar sighed "Every time I tried to fix the problems I dealt with, I failed. I wasted so much of my life trying to make things better and it never worked. I had no reason to believe that Bucky would change his mind and didn't have the strength to try anymore."

She looked at her hands "Besides, Bucky has been through enough. I thought it would be easier for him if I were gone."

Bucky had been sitting silently, observing and remembering what Radar had told him about her past, aching for all she had been thru and feeling guilty for his part in her trauma.

Raynor quickly glanced at Bucky before looking back to Radar "We all have our ways to cope, James has convinced himself that he doesn't deserve anything good, because of his past, that his friends and loved ones are better off without him so he pushes them away. Like he did to you. He felt like your cheating was proof that he didn't deserve your love and you could do better. Less than a week later he was in here telling me about his efforts to find you because he needed to talk and understand why but you had disappeared and no one would tell him anything about your whereabouts."

Radar looked at Bucky, surprised at Raynors words "You, did what?" She barely whispered but Bucky could hear and nodded.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her to face him "I was desperate to find you, to understand but it was like you had ceased to exist.

The last two years have been Hell for me and I know I don't have any right to lay my angst on you but I need you to know how empty I've felt, how nothing has made a dent in the hole that I carved out of myself when I pushed you away. Women, Thor's ale, workouts, missions... Nothing helped."

He sighed "I've spent what feels like a thousand hours in therapy, trying to understand why it happened, blaming myself for your cheating. I know I don't deserve anything from you but is there any way you could give me another chance?"

Radar pulled away, wrapping her arms around herself and looked down "I I really don't know. I came here planning to get your Avenger shit together and get out as soon as I found a replacement. I didn't want to see all the hard work you've done be lost. Plus, Tony kinda begged. But I still have people in Madripoor and we haven't caught Sharon and I just I I I don't know if I can do relationships anymore. I think something is broken inside of me. I've tried a couple of times and I couldn't open up at all or trust even enough to give out my real name instead of the Legend I created before I got there."

Bucky rubbed her hands "I think I understand that. Maybe we could help each other heal? Dr Raynor has been helping me work through my guilt, helping me understand why I reacted how I did."

Radar sniffled "I can't promise anything, I don't know if I can stay here or if we can have any kind of relationship again.

I mean, you never even listened until John told you and you've been kind of a dick, like above and beyond, doing everything you thought would hurt me."

Buckys shoulders dropped "I know. I was still hurting and wanted to make you feel like I felt. It was stupid and childish and I'm sorry."

He clenched his teeth "Is that why you're spending so much time with Loki and Thor? To hurt me back."

Radar shook her head "No, they're my friends. Loki is still dealing with being a former villian, you should understand that. And Thor, well he's dealing with losing Jane.

Like much of the team, they've still been my friends, even though we split up but I didn't see Loki or Thor while I was gone so we've been catching up."

She looked at Bucky sadly "Ok, if I'm being totally honest maybe it was in the back of my mind that me spending time with them might bother you. Not at first because I really didn't think you'd care but then John told you what happened and there was a pinch of spite in me. Because you listened to him, even though you hate him but wouldn't listen to me who you claimed to love."

She became angry, her voice raised "How could you listen to John and Sharon but not me? You threw us away on the words of two of the worst people I've ever met."

Bucky felt her pain hit him in the chest, slamming into his guilt, rendering him speechless.

The room fell into a silence that Dr Raynor interrupted "We're out of time but I think its been a productive start." She stood and shook Radar's hand

"It's been good to meet you. I hope you'll come back with James, I think it would be good for both of you."

Radar and Bucky left Raynors office and walked back to the team's living area in silence.

Bucky broke it when they arrived at Radars door. "I guess dinner is a no, huh?"

She shook her head sadly "I need some time to, to think, about everything. I'll see you tomorrow."

Bucky nodded "Yeah, ok. Just make sure you eat ok? I can send Wanda or Nat...."

"Dont worry, Bucky. I'm good."

"Ok. Good night, doll."

"g'night"

@unaxv @calwitch @buckitostan @cjand10. @vicmc624 @sandrab02

Chapter 9

[betterthanyalls]

yo wsp gang, didn't mean to die momentarily there anyways i made this oneshot for a pookie wookie dookie as a gift for something i dont remember

Behind The Curtain

Masterlist

Bonnie x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Published: 5-23-2024

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Ew. 

That was Y/n’s first thought when she entered the workplace for her new job.

Ew to the smell of greasy pizza. 

Ew to the smell of sweat.

Ew to the dirty building.

Ew to everything.

She walked into the room more, which seemed similar to a showroom. There was a stage on the front with its curtains opened, revealing three large animatronics. 

A blue—or purple—rabbit on the left had a red guitar in its arms. 

A brown bear in the middle. He—she assumed—had a small top hat and held a microphone.

Then she saw the yellow chicken—or duck thing—who possessed a small, pink cupcake.

What an odd bundle. She turned around to catch a glimpse of a smaller stage. She whirled back around to look at it. A fox animatronic was placed on the small stage; the fox seemed to represent a pirate with an eyepatch and a hook. Y/n just shrugged and began walking to the office. The employer she talked to hours earlier informed her that she’d just be an after-hours janitor after the last one went AWOL. 

When she reached the office, she looked at the wall clock. 

12:03 AM

Already midnight? Time flies when you want to die, huh?

….

Anyway, Y/n looked around for a little bit before spotting a slip of notebook paper. She picked it up and began to read it. 

“Hello, I wanted to write this note for you so you know what you have to do tonight and to help you get settled in. There isn’t much to do; just finish the tasks before 6 AM.

Sweep floors

Clean up trash

Wash tables

Organize the main room

Make sure the animatronics are clean

Nothing too hard except for one more. We couldn’t hire a mechanic to do it, so I hope you have some experience with robots. Bonnie has been getting stuck during performances recently, and his guitar seems to be out of tune too. All you have to do is take off Bonnie's torso to access his wires, endoskeleton, and gears to see what the issue is. Be careful though, he is a very heavy thing; being an animatronic and all.

His guitar isn’t too much of a problem either; just turn the tuners until you hear a small ding. That should indicate that it is tuned properly. That should be all for tonight. 

Goodnight, employee; and don’t forget, be done by 6 a.m. sharp.”

Well, he sure likes writing.

Y/n took the paper and folded it, slipping it into her front pant pocket. Might as well start now.

She went back to the party room and began cleaning up the trash from all the tables. Once she was done, she took out the paper and crossed “Clean up trash" off the list. 

Y/n walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth and a broom. She started washing all the tables off, making sure there wasn’t any leftover pizza grease. If the day shift employees won’t keep this place semi-clean, she might as well step up.

Once she finished washing the tables off, she did the same as before and crossed the goal off her list. Y/n grabbed the broom and began sweeping out under all the tables. She was humming a soft song to herself, so she wasn’t in complete silence. Y/n was just putting some chairs back into their places when she looked up to the stage to see a sight that confused and spooked her. 

Bonnie was staring directly at her.

Creepy. Y/n stared back at him, not risking losing the unspoken staring contest. Her stare turned into a glare as she held back from blinking, her eyes becoming extremely dry. After what seemed like an eternity, a sudden noise made Y/n flinch and blink. “UGH! That’s cheating you, rabbit!” Y/n pointed to him with a glare.

She turned to where the noise originated from, looking at the kitchen door. She kept staring for a little bit, trying to imagine what could’ve made the noise. She sighed through her nose and turned back to the stage. 

Huh? Bonnie wasn’t looking at her anymore; he was looking straight forward. 

“What?” Y/n whispered. 

There was no way she was insane and imagined that whole staring contest. Y/n propped her broom on a nearby table and walked up to him slowly, not taking her eyes off of him. She sacrificed her sweeping job so she could jump to the next one, fixing Bonnie. Once she reached the ledge of the stage in front of Bonnie, she climbed up onto it. The robot towered over her, and to be completely honest, it intimidated her a little. “Ok rabbit, let’s see why you’re so weird,” Y/n muttered to herself, taking his guitar and setting it off to the side with very strained effort. 

Y/n grasped her hands onto the split of his front torso to his back torso and tugged hard. She yanked onto the covering so hard that it resulted in her almost falling off stage. She threw her arms out in a position that resembled that of a kid pretending to be a bird to steady herself. Once she finally got her balance back, Y/n set the torso onto the stage floor and walked towards Bonnie. 

Gosh, he was a mess. Wires tangling everywhere, metal rusting, bolts loose. He would need a lot of help.

Y/n stepped down from the stage, walked to the Supply Closet, and began searching for anything to help. She grabbed some WD-40, a wrench, scrap metal, nuts and bolts, and other miscellaneous items to help. Y/n exited the closet with her arms full of supplies. She struggled a little to get back on the stage without dropping anything, but eventually, she did get up there. 

"Alright, bud, let’s hop to it.” She smiled goofily and let out a chuckle at her stupid pun. Y/n looked at Bonnie, not expecting a reaction but still feeling like joking around. “Nothing? Fine, then, be salty.” Y/n set the supplies down and grabbed the wrench, beginning to unscrew all the rusted bolts and tightening the loose bolts. 

She continued working for a little over two hours. She never noticed how Bonnie would glance down at her or how his ears would perk if she accidentally touched certain wires.

Finally, after what felt like forever, she was finished working on Bonnie. She bled, sweat, and almost cried one too many times, but she was done. 

Taking a step back, Y/n admired her work. Bonnie’s insides went from a jumbled mess to organized and spiffed up. She smiled to herself, turning her back to the rabbit so she could put away her tools. The animatronic in question took this as his chance to take as much of a glance as he could to see the work that Y/n did. 

The wires that helped connect all his servos and joints were in organized and straight rows. Nothing was misplaced or messed up. To say Bonnie was impressed was an understatement. Y/n then turned back to face the rabbit, but she wasn’t looking at him directly. She took a few steps forward and picked up the heavy guitar so she could tune it. Realizing it was way too heavy to stand and fix, Y/n sat down on the edge of the stage next to Bonnie’s torso piece and laid the instrument in her lap.

“So I gotta turn the little nods till a ding?” The girl muttered, trying to remember what the note said exactly. But instead of doing the smart thing and taking the note out to reread the instructions, Y/n winged it. Grabbing the first tuning peg, she began to turn it forward. Now and then, Y/n would pluck the string to see if it sounded decent enough. Y/n was so caught up in tuning the electric instrument that she flinched hard at the loud ding she hadn’t expected. She exhaled when she realized it was just the signal that the first peg was done. 

Moving onto the second peg, Y/n worked just as focused as before. Lost in thought while also focusing on the guitar, the gazing rabbit went unnoticed. Bonnie just stared at her curiously, assuming his friends were still deactivated. His assumptions were wrong. Freddy and Chica shared a glance when they saw Bonnie and the janitor. Why wasn’t he attacking her? Why was he just staring like a lovesick fool? As much as they would’ve loved to tear the worker apart and stuff her in a suit as they had with the night guards; both of the animatronics knew better than to ruin this for their comedic relief friend, especially since it was technically his night to hunt, being the first of the week. Plus, the girl wasn’t doing anything harmful—just the opposite. She was cleaning up the rabbit and taking her time to make sure his instrument was in good condition, something that had gone unattended to by all the other workers at the pizzeria. Giving each other a side glance, they both just shrugged off the whole situation.

It didn’t take long for Y/n to finish tuning the guitar. She took the musical device off her lap and set it beside her, getting off of the stage to grab some cleaning supplies from the closet. If she was fixing the bunny, why not spiff him up a little too? Walking into the closet, Y/n once again paid no mind to the odd robot skeleton. Rummaging through the shelves and the random items that occupied them, Y/n found what she was looking for. The young adult held a cloth, some guitar liquid polish, and a carpet cleaner spray bottle. She figured the carpet cleaner would be the best option for animatronic fur. 

Y/n walked out of the closet while reading the labels on the spray bottles to check again that she had the right products. “Here Bonnie, I got some polish and cleaner to sharpen you up-“ The young adult cut herself off when she looked up to an odd and slightly scary sight. The guitar was back in the rabbit's hands. Fear and confusion were the only emotions Y/n felt as she simply stood and stared at the robot. She took a second to look around, silently hoping to see one of her co-workers who wanted to play a prank on the ‘newbie’. But to her dismay and only inducing more fear within her, she was the only human in the entire pizzeria. “Calm down, Y/n. You probably put the guitar back in his hands and don’t remember. Yeah, yeah, that makes sense.” Y/n told herself, trying to comfort her unease. But as much as she told herself differently, Y/n knew that she never put the instrument in Bonnie’s hands. 

Taking a deep breath, Y/n gathered the confidence she needed to walk up to Bonnie. She set the cleaning supplies down on the stage floor before climbing up herself. Hoisting herself up and regaining her balance, Y/n cautiously took the instrument from the robot and sat down again. Taking some polish, she began to rub it across Bonnie's guitar, making sure not to miss any spots. Some of the liquid polish the rag held had seeped through and slightly stained the palm of Y/n’s hand, but she continued to wipe the instrument. It didn’t take long for her to notice how the guitar's body reflected the neon lights that surrounded the ceiling of the pizzeria. It felt oddly nostalgic to be able to see the lights bounce off the guitar, though she wasn’t sure why it’d be nostalgic if she hadn’t seen it before. 

The polishing took a short time to finish, but it wasn’t useless. The electrical prop shined like never before and glistened under the bright lights of the stage. Y/n stood up while holding the guitar and still looking into the reflection. She figured that standing would make it easier to see the shine, plus she had to give the instrument back now that she had finished cleaning it. The shimmer of light, oddly enough, was a breathtaking view for something so small. Everything seemed to be placed perfectly. Y/n only now noticed how she could see the mirroring image of a certain rabbit animatronic in the reflection. Tilting her head, the worker couldn’t help but think that Bonnie was staring back at her. Y/n spun around quickly, looking up at the robot, only to see that he was staring forward just like before. 

“Hm, odd,” she murmured. “I’m probably just hallucinating from lack of sleep.” Y/n reasoned with herself. She placed the guitar delicately back into the rabbit's hands, making sure it all looked nice. When she got the placement as well as she could, Y/n looked at her wrist to check her watch. Only 3:57 AM. She figured it would’ve been a lot earlier in the morning with how long working on Bonnie felt. Sighing, Y/n stared at the animatronic for a few moments before turning and crouching to grab the carpet cleaner spray bottle, which conveniently had a scrub on its nozzle. 

Y/n grabbed his upper arm, getting ready to begin scrubbing, but she was caught off guard by how light the arm felt. She could’ve sworn the note guy told her that Bonnie was beyond heavy. Deciding that the interior work she did earlier must’ve loosened the joints and whatnot, Y/n shrugged it off. "Ok, so I’m not exactly sure how to do this... but what’s the worst that could happen?” Y/n asked with a lopsided grin.

It turns out, a lot. 

To start with, the soap wasn’t soaking into the blue-ish indigo fur. Next, Y/n was actually terrified and unsure if the soap would make Bonnie short circuit, causing her to accidentally spill some soap beneath both of them. Then Y/n slipped in the soap and almost broke her arm against the stage. All in all, she was not having a fun time. Y/n laid on her back, not having the motivation to stand up after falling on her left arm and then rolling to her back. Another sigh left her lips as the girl stared up at the ceiling tiredly. “Why did I sign up for this?” She asked no one in particular. A sudden chiming echoed throughout the restaurant, making Y/n prop herself up on her elbows. She furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and looked around curiously. The noise sounded like a grandfather clock with children’s laughter behind it. Saying that Y/n was creeped out was an understatement. Slowly but steadily, she moved to a crouching position, then boosted herself up carefully to stand. She made sure to be cautious with the soap. Taking a glance at her watch, it read 6:00 AM. “Six already? I wouldn’t be surprised if I time-traveled or something.” She mumbled, jumping off the stage and walking over to the broom leaning against the table. Looking back, Y/n saw just how much of a mess she made in the short time frame. 

Debating, Y/n weighed her options about whether she should clean it all up or not. But with one more look at the mess, she slouched her posture and grabbed the broom next to her before walking back to the stage. Taking the bottle and rags in her hand not occupied by the broom. Walking back to the storage closet, Y/n grabbed a mop and bucket, then walked back to the stage. She heaved up the filled bucket onto the stage and climbed up, setting to work. It didn’t take long, and she finally left the restaurant at 6:32 AM. Sitting in her car, Y/n drove out of the parking lot with heavy eyes. Music from the radio blasted inside the small car, trying to keep the girl awake. Eventually, after many red lights, Y/n got home and fell face first onto her couch, being encased by sleep immediately.

Weeks, even months, went by like this. She became a full-time night janitor at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Thankfully, she had never gotten stuck with bathroom cleaning—only the main room and the animatronics. Over time, however, Y/n began to notice more strange things happening around Bonnie whenever she was near. Sometimes Bonnie would look deliberately messy, so she’d have to clean him, or how his guitar was oddly always messed up, no matter how much she fixed it in the nights before. Either way, she enjoyed spending more time around him, even though he was just a robot. She could ramble on about her day while fixing his wires or make jokes about how she couldn’t tell if he was blue or purple when she cleaned his fur.

It was nearing her first full year at the establishment as Y/n exited her home. She entered her car and turned up the volume on the radio. Humming along to the music, Y/n drove for about half an hour before she made it to the building. But her happy mood came to an abrupt end after seeing the event. Excavators, bulldozers, and other machines were surrounding the building with caution tape wrapped around poles to make a perimeter. Rapidly exiting her car, Y/n ran over to where her manager stood nearby. “What’s going on?!” 

“Oh, L/n, you should’ve gotten my email about 10 minutes ago. We are demolishing the building.” Her manager, Scott Drew, spoke with his signature southern accent. “But why?” Y/n was panicking; she was now jobless and had no idea what she'd do. “Too many complaints, not enough money for bills or paychecks. Sorry, L/n, but we’re outta business.” And that was that. 

It had now been 6 months since Y/n found a new job as a delivery woman for a local Panda Express. In total, it has been almost a full year since Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was demolished. It was big news all around social media, but no one knows what the owners did with the animatronics, not even the highest-level employees. Y/n would be lying if she said she didn’t miss Bonnie. Sitting on the couch in her living room, Y/n was playing on her phone as the TV ran quietly in the background. “Now for our next story of the afternoon. Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is having a grand re-opening. Over to Mae at the restaurant now.”

Y/n almost fell off her couch when she heard that. Throwing her phone beside her on the couch, Y/n jumped for the remote and spammed the volume button. “Thank you, Bernard. I am standing in front of the new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. There is already quite a large crowd gathering here, and the doors haven’t even opened yet.” Mae, the reporter, gestured to the families behind her. But Y/n was in too much shock to care about the crowds gathering. Shooting up from her spot, she sprinted around the house, trying to grab important items and get proper clothes on before darting out the door to her car. Getting in the car, Y/n drove off a little over the speed limit to get to the pizzeria. Dramatic? Yes. Once-in-a lifetime opportunity? Only if people were as crazy as her. 

It didn’t take long for her to arrive. When she got there, the doors were just opening, and the news crew was still outside. Walking towards the doors while being surrounded by people, Y/n kept her hands clutched in front of her thighs and her eyes low. She made her way to stand next to her former boss, who was standing on the side and watching his new restaurant flood with people and laughter. “Mr. Drew?” Y/n asked softly, trying not to alert anyone but him. Said man whirled around to the young adult that stood almost behind him. “Y/n L/n? Is that you?” The smile on his face told her that he already knew the answer.  

“Hello,” Y/n greeted with a smile. “I know this is extremely sudden, but... I want to work here again.” She spoke with all the courage she could muster. It seemed almost impossible, but the smile on Mr. Drew’s face got bigger. “The same job as last time, I suppose? You were one of my best employees!” He complimented. Not expecting the compliment, a small blush of embarrassment covered her cheeks. “I- thanks. But yeah, a night janitor would be nice,” she responded. "Well, we have no more need for a nightly janitor, but can I offer you a day shift? You get many breaks included; don’t worry.” He reassured her, trying to make an offer she’d agree to. Y/n was not about to throw this opportunity away. "Yeah, that can work.” Y/n agreed. “Great! No need for an interview; I know you’re a hard worker. Can you start tomorrow at nine?” Mr. Drew requested with a courteous smile. Nodding, Y/n walked back to her car and began to drive home, thinking of how lucky she truly was.  

The next day came quickly, and Y/n was standing in Kid’s Cove with a baffled expression. The children had dismantled Mangle once again and simply left her there like a mix-and-match toy. “Oh girl, what did those demons do to you?” Y/n muttered sympathetically. “I’ll get something to fix you up.” So she began walking to the backroom. Making her way through waves of children, Y/n finally arrived in the semi-secluded hallway. There were only a few adults talking around, wanting to get away from the rowdy kids. She continued walking and entered the backroom, shutting the door behind her after flipping on the lights. Now getting a good look around, a gasp left Y/n’s lungs as she took a step back in shock. Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Foxy were all back here. Withered away and were destroyed by the ages that passed. 

Bonnie seemed to be in the worst state of them all. He was missing his full face and an arm. As the lights flicked on, Y/n noticed a small jump in Bonnie’s limbs. Slowly getting closer, the worker crouched in front of the animatronic. She got almost face-to-face (or what was left of it) with him, trying to see if anything changed. “Bonnie?” Y/n mumbled under her breath, not sure if she believed this was his fate. Her questions were answered when Bonnie’s eyes flicked into red dots, and he moved his head up to look at her. Y/n let out a yelp of fear as she fell backwards and crawled to the door, still facing Bonnie. The said animatronic didn’t do anything other than stare at her. When her back finally hit the door, Y/n just sat there for a bit, taking in deep breaths with wide eyes. “B..Bonnie?” Y/n asked with fear in her voice. Bonnie merely tilted his head to his right, proving to be more sentient than she had thought. “You...you can understand me..?” She spoke again, but with more steadiness now. He nodded to her question, but neither had moved from their spot on the floor. Slowly, Y/n relaxed her body. First her shoulders, then her jaw and her arms, next her legs, and finally her chest. 

Taking in a few deep breaths, Y/n eased off the door. Bonnie looked at her before deciding he wanted to speak to her for the first time. A glitched and distorted voice filled the room, with words all garbled together. “Y̸̩͓͛ō̷͎̖̚ụ̸̀̂r̷͚͛̚ ̶͕̳͗̿n̸̥͙͑̄ä̷̼̳̽ṁ̴̫̯̚ę̵̎?̵̳̌̈” Confusion washed over her face as Y/n, flinching from the racket but getting used to it quickly, tilted her head. “What did you say?” This prompted Bonnie to try and speak again but it was still as ruined as the first time. “N̶̥̽́̓͠͝a̴̠͙̔̋̀̚͘m̷̡͔̙͉̅̃̔ē̶̟̘̼͖̖͊?̶̫̩̲͆̎̓̕” 

“I’m sorry, bud, I don’t understand." Y/n stopped mid-sentence, her eyes falling onto the spare animatronic pieces across the room. Slowly, leaning on the door to help, she pulled herself up from the floor. Bonnie watched her every move as Y/n walked over to the mechanic's messy table, dust coating every surface. Rummaging through all the items, a small ‘aha’ left her mouth when she found what she was looking for. Turning around to face the active robot, Y/n made her way over to him, holding an assortment of tools in her hands. When she finally reached Bonnie, she crouched in front of him. Y/n could see the curiosity in his body language, and it only made her realize he was much more alive than she thought. "Ok, Bonnie, I need to do some work to fix you up. But I can’t do it while you’re awake. So could I deactivate you for now and turn you back on when I’m done? I only want to help.” Y/n tried to reassure him with comforting words. He looked into her eyes, feeling his fans speed up a little, before giving a small nod. A gracious smile spread on Y/n’s face as she nodded back in confirmation before seeing the red lights dim, then completely shutting off, and his body became slumped once more. 

It didn’t take long before the familiar red eyes that Y/n once and still admired blinked open. Smiling wide, her own eyes were filled with anticipation. Bonnie looked around before setting his gaze on Y/n, his ears perking up in joy. “Hang on, I got something for you!” Y/n turned around and grabbed a mirror behind her. Placing it in front of him, Bonnie saw that he now had both arms and his original face back. “I fixed you up! I even got you a new voice box, and I managed to keep your original voice.” Y/n was smiling so much that it began to hurt her cheeks, but she couldn’t help it. She could see the joy and gratitude in his body and movements. Slowly, he looked back at her, wanting to test his voice. “T̸h̷a̵n̸k̵ ̷y̴o̴u̷”

His voice was still robotic and kind of glitchy, but Y/n could understand him so much better now. “You’re welcome! And look at that! I can understand you now! This is the best day ever!” She cheered, standing up to express her excitement. “N̶a̸m̶e̷?̶” He asked, catching her attention. “My name?” Bonnie nodded in response. “I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n.” She greeted him kindly. “Y̸/̸n̸?̴” He spoke, as if trying the name to see how it felt. Her grin widened, if it was even possible, at hearing him say her own name. “Yeah, Y/n.”

Her joy radiated onto him as Bonnie let out a garbled chuckle, making Y/n laugh too. The two of them laughed for who knows how long, simply enjoying each other’s company. After a while, Y/n sat down beside Bonnie and leaned against him slightly as a backrest of some sort. The pair conversed quietly about all sorts of topics that either of them had thought of. From cats to wrenches to house bills. Days and weeks had passed, and each break Y/n got, she would dart to the back room just to talk with Bonnie. And each day that passed, she felt he was just as human as her, only in a different form. 

On her day off, Y/n was sitting on her couch and watching Tik Tok in the darkness of her home. Zoning out at one point, Y/n found herself thinking back to all the times she talked with her robotic friend. He was like her best friend now. It sounds pathetic to have a robot as a friend, but he was basically a pure human in the form of metal. He could feel, see, think, hear, choose, and do anything else a person can. He was just as much of a friend as someone you would have met in kindergarten and grown up with. As Y/n thought back to each encounter and conversation she’d had with him, Y/n felt a smile form and her cheeks warm up. Realizing this, Y/n’s eyes widened. “No, no, no, no.” Setting her phone down and getting up from her seat, the adult began to pace around her room, holding her head in her hands. How could she let this happen? How? Why? Why, why, why? This can’t be real. None of it can be. “I’m just, uh, sleepy, yeah! That’s it! I just need sleep, and everything will be normal again.” Y/n chuckled nervously, trying to convince herself of lies. 

Dragging her feet to her bedroom, Y/n only then realized how tired she really was. Pretty much collapsing on her bed, Y/n was immediately lulled into the presence of sleep. Hours passed in the span of seconds when a loud beep blared throughout the room. Groggily opening her eyes, Y/n raised her hand and let gravity smack her palm onto the snooze button. Falling back into her sleep, she was interrupted rudely once more by the same beeping. Groaning, the young woman rubbed her eyes and hit her alarm again, silencing it for good this time. Rolling off her bed, Y/n, still half awake, changed out of her clothes yesterday and into her work ones. She almost didn’t notice when she put her pants on backwards. Shuffling her way out of her bedroom, Y/n got to the kitchen and turned on the coffee pot before going over to sit on the couch where she had left her phone the previous night. Sighing, Y/n remembered the thoughts of last night too. She’d have to face this one day, the consequences of her own actions.

About an hour or two later, Y/n was walking towards the backroom like usual until a thought stopped her. If she really loved him, who’s to say he ever thought of her in the same way? She didn’t do anything for him to actually enjoy her company, did she? Sure, she fixed him up and talked to him every day, but what if he didn’t want to talk to her? What if he secretly hated her? All these thoughts combined seemed too much for Y/n as she leaned against a nearby wall, hiding from prying eyes. Taking a deep breath in, Y/n calmed herself down and continued her walk to the backroom, trying to suffocate any negative thoughts or emotions that might try to suffocate her first.

Bonnie was in almost the exact same situation, just much more isolated by his deactivated friends. He couldn’t get her out of his head. Like she had nestled herself a small home into his mind, always intruding herself on his thoughts. Her voice, her eyes, her actions, how caring she is, or how she could be so bold yet so timid at the same time. She amazed him in ways he never thought were possible. He couldn’t remember life before seeing her for the first time. How determined she was or how she wanted to help others before herself. Every single attribute and characteristic of her, whether good or bad, held him tightly and never let go. But the problem is that she’d never know. He didn’t plan on telling her now and probably never would. How would she ever accept him as he is? She wouldn’t; that’s the issue. 

The door to the backroom opened, and Y/n walked in as if nothing was on her mind. Neither of them acted out of the ordinary for the whole day. Months had passed, and nothing changed between them. Their feelings grew and grew each day, but they were always cut at the stem for fear of unrequited love. And as this time passed, so did the restaurant’s prosperity. No longer was it ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life!’, but now it was more so known as the place people went when everywhere else was closed. Eventually, the establishment closed too. With no notice to the workers, the building was shut down. Y/n stood in front of her old place of employment, all entrances barricaded and the light in her eyes fading. She had begged and pleaded with her boss to let her in one last time, but no tears would let her through those doors. She longed to go in somehow, to use an ax to break in and see her friend one last time. But even that would be useless after Mr. Drew told her that every animatronic in the building had been shipped off to the original founders. The original partners who made the franchise.

So, with tears in her eyes and her joy stolen away, Y/n walked to her car and drove off with no destination in mind. All she wanted to do was leave. After all, what was left for her when she couldn’t even admit something as small as her own feelings? With nowhere to end, Y/n began her trek.

[copperbadge]

When I said I was worried about Polk trying to get acrobatic and flipping the screen right out of the open window and falling to her doom, a couple of people suggested a grating across the window, perhaps made of a kitchen cooling rack, which was brilliant.

I looked at a couple of options; child gates were kind of expensive and often not wide enough (my windows are all weird and this one is 44" wide), and chicken wire was the cheapest option but too hard to install. Eventually I just bought a bargain-basement three-pack of cooling racks and ziptied them together. Works a treat; the window slides down onto the top of the racks to hold it in place so firmly I can't even push it out, and it still lets tons of air in.

Polk is confused by both the cooling racks and the open window, especially since it's raining right now, but she's enjoying the breeze and also I think enjoying guarding me from whatever might appear.

[ID: A photograph of Polk the tabby, crouched in the copilot's basket on my desk; she is looking away, towards the window beyond the desk, which is open about a foot and has a grating in front of it made of three wire racks ziptied together.]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I mentioned not too long ago, that this is what happens when people buy a church or school to convert and don't have the means or expertise to do it professionally. It didn't turn out as they envisioned, so they give up and put it up for sale. This is a 1916 church in Beaverdam, Ohio. The description says it has 2bds, and 2ba, but that can definitely change with a new buyer. Priced at $235K.

Entrance lobby with a wide opening and accordion doors.

In the main space they've arranged a living room set in front of the altar pews and placed a board with an old altar cloth on it to make a TV stand.

That's all there is in the vast main body of the church. The altar is still standing and judging by the original carpet, faded where the pews once were, it would be very costly to do new flooring of any kind. A couple of the original pews are along the side walls.

There's low book shelving on the altar, which can be expanded on, to either make a kitchen or family room. Can you imagine having to heat this vast empty space? No wonder they're selling. That may be something they didn't consider- the utilities on a place this big.

I'm sure that the mezzanine and stairs were here. I don't know if the owners built the "rooms," or if they were here as offices, etc.

Taking advantage of the cubicles, they made the 2 bedrooms that are in the description.

The middle one is set up as an office.

And, they turned the last one into a bath.

I can't tell- they may have put up the walls to make the cubicles. Anyway, there are another 3 on the 2nd level.

These are the other bedrooms and they've hung rods for curtains in the large openings, both upstairs and down.

Stairs to the basement.

Down in the huge, open basement. What is in that cage? Looks like a very large bird.

They have a kitchen table and a bedroom set up in the corner.

There are some cabinets, but not a kitchen.

It looks like they're using the former church kitchen as their kitchen.

There's a serving window and maybe heat lamps? Notice how worn the floor is.

Half bath down here.

Plus storage.

The front is cute with lattices on both sides of the door and it looks like they planted a garden and put up a chicken wire fence surrounding the property. Also, looking at the front, there has to be a cool bell tower inside.

The carpet on the those stairs has to go.

For the price it's a very large brick building. I wonder if there are fireplaces attached to the 2 big chimneys.

The listing doesn't give the square footage of the lot, but it's gigantic.

Cute brick BBQ needs redoing. Seriously, it's a large property with a lot of potential, for $235K, but the buyer will have to have some money set aside to fix it up.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/211-S-Mill-St-Beaverdam-OH-45808/248078257_zpid/