#Wayne is the BEST UNCLE and I couldn’t not write a fic about him

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I'm yours, all yours

Eddie Munson x Reader (bouncer x bartender, established relationship) 

October 1991

It’s been over two months since you kissed Eddie Munson in the back alley of the dive bar you both work in. You had barely stopped kissing him ever since.

An autumn afternoon together shows you a little bit more of the man you’re falling in love with.

Word Count: 6.2K

Content / Warnings: Contains the main food groups - fluff, smut & hurt+comfort. Reader has some self doubt / anxious thoughts. This is 18+ - if you are not 18+ hit the back button and read something else. Oral (m receiving, minor f receiving), p-in-v sex. Feeeeelings. Eddie & Reader are mid twenties. Reader written as AFAB using fem pronouns.

This is best enjoyed after reading their origin story crazy-mad for you (part of the Happy Hours series)

Author’s note: I’m planning to follow CMFY with some one-shots from throughout Eddie & Bartender’s relationship. I have some loose ideas but this one came from a deleted scene I couldn’t squeeze into the main fic so reworked it! Beta’ed by @specialagentmonkey (theee best)  Thank you for the love on CMFY! Reading your replies and reblogs and tags made my shitty wee brighter. Hope you enjoy this cosy peek and have a gorgeous day 🖤

It’s been over two months since you kissed Eddie Munson in the back alley of the dive bar you both work in. You had barely stopped kissing him ever since. Every moment your lips aren’t on each other is like a thousand paper-cuts to Eddie’s heart (so soft inside the facade of Mean Metalhead he has curated for himself). He makes you want to write his name next to yours in pink gel pen, framed with sparkly little hearts. 

Two months and counting with Eddie and you learn something new about him every day; he loves tattoos but needles make his stomach twist, he meets his friend Steve once a month for a dude-date breakfast (but sees as much as he can of him and his other friends when their schedules line up), he sings with his band but needs at least five drinks before karaoke.

When you ask questions, when you're curious, he tells his long and meandering stories with wandering tangents which tell you so much about the man you’re falling in love with. He opens up to you, tells you things very few people know - about his mom, how he ended up with his Uncle Wayne. It hasn’t been long, but you already can’t wait to meet him.

Two whole months (closer to three really) and you’re sure you don’t want to ever have a single day without Eddie in your life, and your bed. And yet you still haven’t asked the question that has been on your mind since before you two ever got together. 

It’s October now; Autumn is here and the city has turned chilly. Sweltering summer nights are no longer and you and Eddie have been spending afternoons and late nights when you’re not working watching your favourite horror films. When he had told you how much he loved Halloween - just as much as you, if not a wee bit more - you knew Eddie Munson was the one. 

It’s Friday, late afternoon and you had reluctantly spent the night in your own apartment. The shame radiating from the mountain of laundry in the corner of your room had become too powerful to ignore and so you had forgone a night of being held and loved-on to tackle it and the other life-admin you had been ignoring. Eddie had suggested staying at your place, but you knew he would distract you too much with his kisses and touches (which he doled out generously whenever you were near). 

You had missed your boyfriend terribly, almost like a missing limb or a gorgeous big parasite (affectionate) that you had grown more than fond of. Eddie had the night off work but still drove you to and from the bar, even stayed for a drink until Frank shooed him away for trying to distract you. You had missed him so much that you had kept him on the phone to talk a little longer when he got home before saying goodnight and promising you would see him before your shift together tomorrow. You had spent nights apart before, days and nights when you or Eddie had clashing schedules but you felt his absence more than ever today. 

Your laundry and errands had never been completed with such efficiency as when you had the motivation of seeing Eddie as soon as they were ticked off your to-do list. 

You arrived at his door and buzzed the intercom for his apartment, laden down with an overnight bag (over-weekend really) and Tupperware containers full of homemade soup and lasagna for before your shift at Jackie’s. Your cheeks are warm and you can feel heat prickling under your arms alongside the swelling of anticipation in your chest. Eddie buzzes you in and comes to meet you, a big grin on his face for his girl.

His hair is up in a messy bun, held in place by a black velvet scrunchie you insisted was his now. He looks cosy in sweats, a tank top and his red and black flannel which you know to be softer than soft. Eddie hadn’t even bothered with shoes, braving the stairs in his socks so that he could see you sooner. You match his smile when you catch sight of him; cosy Eddie is far from the leather-jacketed bouncer you had got to know.

When he sees how many bags you’re carrying, he rushes to lighten your load (doesn’t even skid on the tiles). 

“You walked here with all that?! I could’a picked you up!” he said, shouldering your overnight bag before blessing you with a kiss. 

“It’s like two blocks, not a marathon.” You roll your eyes at him but pout for another kiss anyway as he rings for the elevator. 

Eddie will never refuse you a kiss. He pecks little smooches to your smile as it grows wider. “I missed you last night.”

“I missed you too.” You nudge his cheek with your nose, pecking at it like a little bird as the lift arrives; you step in ahead of him, pressing the button for the third floor with your now free hand. 

He asks if you slept okay (not as well without him, but you don’t say that) and tells you about the bag of free bagels he scored as a thank you from the man who ran the deli a few doors down. The guy’s hand-truck had lost a wheel while he was taking in a delivery that morning and Eddie helped him out, fixed the wheel too. He knew how much you loved the bagels from there and it felt fateful that his reward was a bag of your favourite everything bagels.

“Neighbourhood hero,” you sing, following him into his one-bedroom flat. “Is there anything you can’t do?” 

“Trigonometry. French. Um… skateboarding!” he lists, as he drops your bag inside his bedroom door. “I fucking suck at skateboarding.”

The thought of Eddie on a skateboard makes you smile - definitely a little meanly, what a dork - but you store that one for later. 

The bag of Tupperware barely makes it to the kitchen counter before Eddie’s arms are around you,  pulling you back against his chest. His nose presses into the base of your neck, huffing hot breaths against your sweet-smelling skin before kissing up his well-worn path. 

“I really missed you,” he murmurs, hips nudging forward against your jean-clad behind for emphasis. 

“Missed me or missed getting your dick sucked?” you ask, turning your head to look at him. 

“Both. Mainly you.” His grin is impish as you turn to loop your arms around his neck, backed right up to the wiped-clean Formica. You let him lift you onto the counter so that he can stand between your spread knees. 

“I missed you and your dick, so we’re even. And we have the whole weekend together to get reacquainted, huh?” You twist a loose curl around your finger, tugging to watch it spring and coil.

Eddie feels like a swooning maiden when he’s the centre of your attention like this, being flirted with. He loves it and he knows he’s in love with you. He had fallen first, long before you had even realised your banter at work was more than just that. 

His fingers creep up your thighs, the silver glinting at you as you place your focus on making up for a night apart as you make out in his little kitchen. 

Eddie smells shower-fresh, clean with a hint of spice, and the curls at the base of his neck are still a little damp. He shivers, giggling against your mouth when you run your finger down his spine. “Your nails are tickly,” he says with a pretend scowl. 

You know he loves your nails on his back; when they’re digging in like claws to leave him littered with red scratches, and when they’re tickling up and down in soothing strokes as he’s falling asleep. 

He takes your hand and brings it around to see the fresh coat of deep red on your nails. “You painted them!” he says, his nose scrunches cutely when you poke it. 

“I did. The black was getting chipped and gross.” You brought the black polish anyway in case he wanted to try it out again, thrown somewhere in your make-up bag. 

Eddie rests his chin on your chest; your breasts have become his favourite place to lay his head, closely followed by the squishy pillow of your thigh (there’s a third-place tie between your tummy and your butt). You dot kisses to his forehead beneath the shaggy bangs, trailing up into his hair when he presses his face against your soft sweater.

“Eddie?”  “Hmm.” His voice is muffled.  “You hungry?”

His head turns so you can hear him more clearly, “Hungry for you.” 

Hopeful mischief twinkles in his hot-chocolate eyes when he peers up at you. 

“Horndog.” “Yes?”  “Gross boy.” “Unh, yes. Say more dirty things to me, baby.”

He has a look of hammed-up ecstasy on his face, scrunched brow and bitten lip. Even though you know he’s pretending, it makes the horny cavewoman part of your brain think about his face when he is actually deep inside you or desperate for your touch - it makes your tummy feel like lava. One night apart makes you realise just how bad you’ve got it for him. You shove at his head and Eddie leans back with a throaty giggle before squeezing your hips again. 

To balance out your playful push and satiate the need building in your gut, you pull him in for a kiss - open-mouthed with the dirty slide of tongue that sounds loud in your ears. Your legs wrap around him, arms tighten. 

“Carry me?” “Bed?” “Sofa, bed. Wherever.”  “Potato, tomato.” “Eddie.” 

He sweeps you off the counter - you’re still surprised and impressed at his strength until you remember him lifting the barrels and kegs at work. You reward him with distracting kisses as he carries you to the soft brown couch and smile up at him when he lays you down gently. He forgets about gentle as he removes his shirt and pounces on you, resuming your dirty kisses from the kitchen. 

Merlot-red nails push the hem of Eddie’s tank top up his pale back, slipping beneath to pull him tighter to you between your thighs. You can already feel him growing hard; you nip at his lower lip and kiss away the sting. 

“Sit up for a sec.” You tap his side but Eddie needs to kiss you just a little bit more before he can pull himself away. 

“Where you goin’?” he asks, a little breathless. Blown-black pupils eat up the brown warmth with his voracious want; he watches as you sit up on your knees and pull your cosy sweater off, then the white vest beneath, leaving you in your creamy silk bra and blue jeans. 

“Pretty,” Eddie whispers, his fingers brushing the little bow between your breasts. He was in awe of your little collection of bras, the matching underwear too. He even loved you in the cotton comfy pants that hugged just right when your cramps ached. 

“Sit back against that end. And take your pants off, handsome.” You smile when he stares at you, “Do you need help?” 

Eddie barely shakes his head as he wriggles out of his sweatpants and sits where you told him to. You balance each other out, taking turns to take the lead. You’re still learning, and despite Eddie’s non-academic tendencies, he’s studious and dedicated to learning what you like, where and how to touch you. You’re his favourite subject and he’s yours too.

You smile and knee-walk across the chasm between you, situating yourself between his legs to take his face in your hands and kiss him. He makes a small joyful noise when you begin to kiss down to his jaw and nuzzle at the dusting of stubble. 

“Smell good,” you murmur, teasing delicate skin with your teeth before bestowing him sucking a wet kiss, enough to leave just a hint of a bruise there. It makes Eddie groan quietly, a desperate little noise at the back of his throat. He’s louder when you slip your fingers down his chest and into the waistband of his black boxers - they have little skulls on them. 

“Cute,” you run your thumb over the elastic at the top as your knuckles brush his cock. Almost an echo of Eddie’s assessment of your bra moments ago. 

Hips push up, almost like an electric shock. There’s a tiny noise that you just about hear, deep back in his throat, a quiet grunt as Eddie covers your hand and shows you what he needs. His pretty lashes flutter as you look at each other, sparking fire in your gut again. You smile and move your hand away, halting his protest by pulling the black cotton down his thighs to drop them on the floor. 

You can feel saliva pooling under your tongue when you see him - you really did miss him, all of him, while you were apart. He’s thick and a few centimetres over average length; a nice dick (rare and wonderful) and he knows what to do with it to leave you brainless and whimpering. Eddie gets one more kiss before you make yourself comfy, lying on your tummy between his legs. Little kisses are peppered on his hairy thighs, over the black and shadow of ink, before you take him in your hand, then your mouth. 

Eddie is in awe of how pretty you look like this, how your lashes kiss your cheekbones and the stretch of your lips (he goes a little crazy if you’re wearing lipstick too, really gets him going). His breath comes hard through his nose as you tongue the head of him, press against the thick vein before taking as much as you can into your mouth. 

“Shit,” he growls, feeling your nails on his thigh as you begin to bob your head steadily. His hips and thighs tense and spread a little wider, needy, as he keeps himself in check. Your other hand holds the base of him, what you haven’t yet tried to fit into that pretty mouth. 

“Look at my girl, so gorgeous,” he murmurs, smiling when your lashes flutter. His girl. “So pretty.” 

You hum affirmative, taking more in when his head tips back to show off his pale throat and the little mark you left behind. His jaw tenses, twitches and you begin the slow bob of your head again. You look up past your lashes, watching his brow crease when you take him all the way. 

“Shit shit shit,” his voice is a breathy growl that bleeds into a louder moan when he sees you looking up at him - his devil woman. “You’re going to kill me someday with that mouth, huh?” he says. The shake in his voice betrays him as he tries to act a little smooth, a little more together as you’re taking him apart. 

You bob your head, imitating a nod, and bring your hand down to squeeze and roll his neglected balls for good measure. That makes him howl and he covers his face with his arm while you let that playful hand take over so you can catch your breath. 

“Y’okay?” you ask, resting your cheek against his thigh as you move your hand a little faster. 

“Mhmm, peachy,” he replies, eyes a little wild. You love the pink blush on his usually pale cheeks, love knowing that he’s like this because of you. 

Eddie strokes your cheek as you take the head of him back between your lips, a tender little caress of his thumb that makes you close your eyes and lean in. You feel hot and slick between your legs, push your hips to the sofa cushion just a little to temper the ache. 

He catches the little motion and his jaw drops a little - it clears his head just a little, zeroing in on you through his haze of arousal. “Oh my girl feelin’ needy too?” he asks, thumb pushing gently against your cheek.

You move your mouth off of him and nod, turning your head to kiss his palm. “Told’ju I missed you.” 

Eddie’s grin can’t be contained. “C’mere then.” His hands run over your back, coaxing you into his lap. 

Once you have rid yourself of your jeans and underwear you take up your throne on Eddie’s thighs. Your appetite for each other meant that he had started storing condoms in practically every room - there's a fresh box on the coffee table, bought that morning after he saw how low the reserves were. 

Your arms wind around his neck, pressing yourself against Eddie as he kisses you again. Fingers drift between your legs, feeling just how slick you are for him - a combination of missing him and seeing the effect of your mouth on his face. You feel his smile against your mouth as you seek a deeper dirtier kiss, sucking that plump lower lip between your own. 

One guitar-string scarred finger is joined by a second, rubbing slow firm circles that make you moan into his mouth. They press inside and his thumb takes up that slow wet rub, pulling more little needy noises from your lips as you take him back into your hand.

Hands and wrists cramp easily at this angle and you take a moment to pull back, biting your kiss-bruised lip before turning around on your hands and knees to present yourself to Eddie. Peeking over your shoulder with a cheeky smile, you see how his eyes blaze before grabbing for the box of Durex. You hide your grin against your arm when you hear him swearing at the plastic wrapping, calling the box ‘a fuckin’ shitbag’ when his nails struggled for purchase against it. There’s a tiny ‘yes!’ when he finally breaks in and you laugh quietly at you listen to the familiar tear-open of foil. 

On his knees, he bends to kiss the rounds of your ass, then dips lower to taste you just once. “Fuckin’ so sweet,” he murmurs, wishing he had the willpower to not follow his dick that afternoon and dive into you instead - but there’s always later. 

You gasp-giggle at the feeling of his tongue and rock back when you see him line himself up. “Please?” Your lips push into a playful pout, “Show me how much you missed me?” You love winding him up like this.

One side of his mouth curves up as he holds your hip, rubs the head against you to play you at your own game before pushing all the way in. Your jaw drops open, feeling full as Eddie rocks his hips minutely. You can feel him pushed right up against you inside and out, his thighs against the back of yours before he begins a deep dragging thrust.

“Shit, you feel good,” he murmurs, stroking your hip lovingly. “That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you.”

You nod, hating that you can’t see him despite how good this angle is for you both. “Eddie,” you whimper, feeling yourself flutter around him.

“Yeah, that’s who’s making you feel good, sweet thing. I’ve got you.” He squeezes your hip, the silver of his rings biting into the doughy softness as he watches his length disappear inside you over and over as he begins to get quicker and harder with his thrusts. 

Your eyes nearly roll back as he pounds into you, fingers gripping the arm of the couch - it’s about the only thing keeping you up as Eddie fucks you and runs his mouth. It feels so good you can barely speak. 

“That’s my girl. Going all cock-dumb on me?” he asks, squeezing the meat of your ass a little harder, watching it jiggle and bounce with his thrusts. “I’ll make you feel good like this every day if you let me. S’what you deserve, getting fucked like you need, huh?” 

Your answering moan is spurred on not only by his words but the graze of his length on your g-spot. “Eddie, god! Yes, right there,” your voice is a babble, the words running into each other ‘yesrigh’there’ as it becomes the only thing you can say. 

The pulsing gush around him, hot wet heat, makes Eddie moan with you. “I know, baby. I know.” His back teeth press together as he holds on, the cord of pleasure pulled tight in his pelvis. The slapping pounding sound fills the room but he can only hear you, almost crying with pleasure. 

“Close,” you murmur, slumped forward a little more. The angle arches your back, pulls Eddie deeper. Your groan is shaky, broken with want. 

“Me too, baby. Got me so wound up,” he murmurs. “Can you touch yourself for me?” He watches your hand move back between your legs, feels the graze of your fingers as you bring yourself closer, small tight circles that sync up with his punishingly good pace. 

“Fuck! Eddie,” you whimper, feeling the inferno in your belly burn bright and hot as you see stars, tears springing as you come hard. 

“Shit shit, that’s my girl. Oh yeah, fuck,” he grinds out,  continuing his thrusts as your body shakes with pleasure. Eddie folds over you, wrapping his arms around you to bring you back into his lap like a rag doll. He can’t bear to not be as close to you as humanly possible as he nears his own orgasm, mouth pressed to your neck to kiss and pant against it as he hammers into you. 

His fingers trail down, finding a quick rhythm that brings you to a shock of a second climax, shorter but no less intense than the first. You feel boneless, yet manage to pull his hand away when it becomes too much, holding his arm around your middle as the other curls up and loops around his neck. Your lips find their way to Eddie’s jaw, pressing wet kisses there. Your eyes are heavy, and yet you see the moment he falls apart. 

His eyes close, face creasing in beautiful blissful agony as he comes holding you in his lap, your name on his tongue. 

Your chest feels heavy, breath synced up as your fingers stroke up against his scalp, past the flyaways. He kisses you messily, so slow and without the same hurry he had mere moments ago. 

Your noses brush against each other’s warm cheeks, lazy smiles pressing kisses as hands smooth and caress wherever is in reach. You feel fuzzy around the edges, warm all over with Eddie plastered to your back. You would both gladly overheat to stay like this a bit longer. Eddie’s lean arms are the only thing holding you together right now, grounded syrupy-sweet kisses that bond the broken bits back into place. 

“Wanna see my girl,” he murmurs after a few moments mouthing at your shoulder, “Easy, babe.” Eddie’s hands on your waist help you to move from his lap, unsheathing him from your body. He wraps the condom in a tissue before lying back, inviting you into his arms with grabby hands.

You bring the blanket from the back of the sofa with you when you lie against his chest, sharing love-drunk kisses as you bask in the glow of each other. 

It’s bright-cold outside the steamed-up windows; the afternoon sun lights the room. His neighbours will surely hate you, but when Eddie strokes his tongue against yours you forget to care.

You brush his sweaty bangs away and press a kiss to the centre of his forehead before resting your head against his chest, tucked under his chin as his hand finds yours. He kisses your knuckles and smiles down at you. 

“Y’okay?” he checks, rosy-cheeked bright-eyed and deliriously happy. Sometimes he feels the need to pinch himself when he realises the woman he had been pining for is now his girlfriend. One time you had been lying together smoking and watching a rerun of Twin Peaks and he had actually asked you to pinch him - his nipple had ached for the rest of the night but at least he knew it was all real. And you had kissed it better. 

Now you smile lazily up at him, real and cosy in his arms. “Never better,” you promise. Your nose scrunches when he kisses it and calls you his little bunny to make you laugh. 

Eddie lights a cigarette and holds it to your lips when you’re too comfy to move. It brings you both back to the real world, back from the plain of absolute bliss. It’s quiet, neither feeling the need to fill the comfortable silence until your curiosity gets the better of you. 

“Where’d you get them?” you ask, lifting your joined hands to finally speak the question you have been meaning to ask. Your fingers slot between Eddie’s, palm to palm, as you admire the silver.

“Been kinda building a little collection since school. Thrift shops mainly.” Eddie shrugs one shoulder; he’s careful not to jostle you too much as you lie against his chest. He pauses to catch a fallen eyelash on your cheek, holding it out to you to blow away. You smile a little and lift your head to wish for a thousand more afternoons like this. 

“I have two nice ones; my friends pooled together for a graduation present for me, and the other one, this one,” Eddie shows you his right middle finger, a harmless flip-off to show you the black enamel heart with wings that he always wears. It’s smaller, less outrightly demonic than the others. The rest of his rings are swapped out, usually a lucky dip into a little dish on his bedside table, but this one stays on. “Bought this one for myself when the band went on tour. Something to remember, y’know?” 

You had heard about Corroded Coffin’s big opportunity last year, playing a few dates as an opening act for a bigger metal band. Your thumb runs over the warm metal as he begins to speak again.

“It was the last day of tour and I was so fuckin’ tired. We were kinda convinced that we were going to be discovered or something, and the crowds really liked us but… it didn’t happen how we had planned.”  

You expect to hear sadness in his voice but there is none. Maybe a hint of resignation that their dream hadn’t become reality.

“Me and Gareth had a fight on the last morning, both of us were hungover as fuck and antsy because it was all going to be over in a few hours. So I stormed off to get breakfast and clear my head, or get more fucked up.” Eddie’s little smile doesn’t meet his eyes; they look a little bit more glossy than usual. “It was my Mom’s birthday and I felt like shit. I would say I found this little jeweller-silversmith place but I think it found me.”

You squeeze Eddie tighter, feeling like he’s letting you see a whole new part of him. A beautiful little sentimental part that houses and holds dear the other woman he loved and the little boy he was when he lost her.

“It was way more money than I should have spent on something so small, but it felt right I couldn’t leave it behind y’know? I went in and it was right there.” His eyes sparkle as he remembers that feeling of all-over calm he felt that day in the little shop. “Went back and apologised to Gare and we played the last show, definitely our best one.”

You lean up and press a soft kiss to his mouth, “That’s a sweet story, Ed. Thank you for telling me.” Your voice is a whisper against his pillowy lips; you kiss those lips again and feel the silver against your cheek as Eddie kisses you back. Your chest feels like it could burst and there’s an annoying pressure at the back of your eyes. 

“You’re gonna laugh at me but..” Eddie rolls his eyes and leans his head back against the arm of the sofa. He figures out his words before speaking again. “It’s like, everything happened for a reason - we didn’t get a big break but we’re all happy. Gareth got into art school, Jeff moved out of his Mom’s place and… I met you.”

Silence. 

His honesty winds you, it hits you so hard in the chest that you can barely fathom the flurry of feelings like wings battering your chest from the inside. Your lower lip wobbles. Eddie is dead serious too; you know he’s not saying it to be playful. He has so much love in his battered heart and it oozes from him.

Eddie was expecting you to scoff or roll your eyes, call him ‘soft boy’ or something. Maybe a very small part of him thought you might brush him off (he didn’t let himself dwell on that bit). He certainly wasn’t expecting the teary look in your eyes. 

“Shit, baby.” He thumbs your cheek and pouts back at you, pressing the sweetest kiss to your lips; so sweet and slow like the maple syrup you have been adding to your coffees now that it’s Fall. “I mean it. If things went differently, if I didn’t come back, I wouldn’t have met the sexy new bartender, huh?”

You smile, laugh a little wetly and try to blame the post-sex rush for being weepy. “I guess I’m a little bit glad you came back to be annoying. Super selfish of me.” 

You can’t help but think that there might be some parallel universe where you’re still shaking cocktails in Jackie’s but Eddie’s on stage opening for Metallica, Corroded Coffin at the top of the charts. With that thought comes a deep-sinking feeling that maybe someday you might not be enough and he will want that rockstar life; groupies, supermodels, a pretty blonde actress on his arm.... Not you. 

Eddie kisses you again and pulls you close, cocooning the pair of you in the blanket. You find his hand to kiss the black enamel heart before resting your head, cheek to chest. 

You have never felt so in love, nor have you felt so scared. Eddie feels lighter now that he has said out loud the thought about fate that has been rattling around his skull for too long. He feels your arms wrapping tighter around him, like he might disappear. 

He presses his smiling lips fiercely to the crown of your head. “What’s goin’ on in here, huh? I can hear that big brain thinkin’ up a storm.” He thinks over everything he said; was he coming on too strong?

“I just really really like you, Ed,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut. Telling him that felt so easy; maybe if you weren’t being sucked into an internal doom spiral you could play it up and roll your eyes, pretend it was icky to like him.

“Yeah? I really really like you too.” Your admission makes his heart sing; Eddie tries to temper his smile but can’t. He won’t pretend he’s not head over heels for you, he’d give you a vital organ if you needed it - hell, his heart was already yours. 

He cups your cheek again, coaxing you to look at him. “What else? You’re like… a scared little bunny right now.” He concentrates all his love into how he’s holding you as if it could be transferred like magic from his fingertips. 

“I just...” 

He doesn’t force you to go on when you hide your face in his chest, feeling so stupid for being emotional. Your eyes burn, and he wishes he could be whatever you need right now. He’s not used to seeing his bossy flirty girl so unsure of herself; it makes him love you a little more. He looks up at the ceiling and squeezes your body gently.

“Hey. You don’t have to say anything, just listen okay? I’m serious about you, about... Everything I feel for you.” His voice shakes minutely but he takes a moment, stroking your back to centre himself. “I’m not going to up and leave someday to be a rockstar without you. I need you. Okay? You’re my girl. Best thing that’s happened to me in so so long.” Eddie presses a fiercely loving kiss to your head. “I’m yours, all yours.” 

A tiny shaky sob escapes your throat, leaving you embarrassed. “I’m your girl,” you nod, looking up to see Eddie’s sentimental smile, his wet brown eyes. Your voice is thin and wobbly, like a broken pencil. “I’m so fuckin’ happy with you, Eddie.” 

Neither of you says it, but ‘I love you’ is woven into your confessions, binding you together as you share that moment on Eddie’s squishy, comfy sofa. 

You tilt your head to exchange teary-wet kisses, wobbly smiles on your lips as you begin to feel calmer.

“My baby,” he murmurs. “Don’t bottle shit up, okay? Doesn’t help.” He cups your face, wiping the last stray tears from your cheeks and presses kisses there as a balm. 

“I know. I feel stupid for getting upset, it’s like so early for us..” You look down at his chest, trace the black ink you can reach before looking at his pretty face. You know it’s so early, so why get ahead of yourself when Eddie’s already made you a promise? You take a breath, close your eyes and focus on what you really want, “When can I come to see Corroded Coffin play?” 

Eddie grins, laughs a little throaty. They had taken a little break after tour, played a few bars in the Spring to make sure they didn’t rust up. With Gareth settled back in college, they were ready to get back into it. 

“We’re trying to get a gig for the end of the month. Andy knows a guy putting on a night close to Halloween. Jeff’s the organised one though, I’ll check with him tonight.” He kisses your head and smiles. “I gotta get you a shirt, huh?”

“Mhm, yes please. I heard the lead singer is so hot,” you say, smiling a little when he makes a happy noise deep in his throat. “Might throw my bra on stage if he’s as good as they say…” The thought of seeing your man on stage - your man - makes your tummy flutter. 

“Yeah? Shit, lucky guy.”  

You look up at Eddie and move yourself to rest your forehead against his. “The luckiest. I’m the luckiest girl though.” You mean it too, sealing it with a kiss. 

Eddie cups the back of your head, pressing the loveliest kisses to your mouth. “Lucky fuckers,” he murmurs. You trade kisses back and forth, chasing lazy happy smiles for ‘just one more?’ until you need to move.

“Can I shower? Feel sweaty.” Your time together before work is already ticking away, though you’ve made excellent use of it so far. 

“Can I come watch? I mean wash your back?” he asks, walking his fingers down your spine with a coy little smile. 

“You just want to see soapy boobs,” you tut, looping your arms around his neck as he sits up, taking you with him. 

“What guy doesn’t want to see soapy boobs?” he asks, incredulous at the thought. 

You kiss the corner of his mouth, humming in agreement, “You still got that disposable camera?”

Eddie’s eyes go wide - you half expect his heart to beat out of his chest, eyes on stalks like a babbling cartoon. “Yes ma’am.” 

He dumps you off his lap onto the sofa to root for the camera in his room. The sound of his sweary search carry down the hall as you laugh up at the ceiling.

You love him. You absolutely love Eddie Munson. He’s very easy to love. 

Later, when you’re showered clean (a process which required getting just a little bit dirty again with Eddie worshipping you on his knees in the shower) and full-bellied after the dinner you had brought, you and Eddie get ready for work side-by-side in his room. 

You’re putting mascara on in his mirror, humming to Queen despite Eddie’s protests, when you hear him call your name. 

“Mhm?” 

Eddie’s dressed in a black Henley and some jeans - his leather boots and jacket to go on next. You see the glint of silver around his neck as he nods for you to join him on the bed. 

“Help me pick what rings to wear?” he asks, voice soft and tentative. 

Your heart skips and you nod, crossing the gap to perch on his lap as you pick three more for him to wear - an upside-down cross, a very mean-looking skull, a silver signet ring with ‘EM’ engraved (the gift from his friends for graduation). 

He lets you choose where they go and watches as you slip them onto his long fingers. “Perfect,” he murmurs, linking your hands together. 

“Pretty damn perfect,” you agree, kissing the back of his hand so he will show you that bright and beaming grin. 

You love him, you love him, you love him. And Eddie? He already can’t wait to put a ring on your finger. 

Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs and comments are absolutely adored and cherished ❤️ 

[electrosuite]

hi! so i know you haven't written for eddie munson but you've posted about him so i was wondering if you could write a fic where it's about four years after he "dies" (wink wink) and he finds his way back to regular hawkins only to find that you gave birth to his kid that you were pregnant with when he "dies" and y'all have sex 👀

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mentions of pregnancy & birth, mentions of death & blood, descriptive sex, oral sex, mentions of masturbation

word count: 2.3k

masterlist

The sun was setting over Hawkins. The town that’d faced so much heartache had taken a long time to recover from Vecna, but most residents chose to just ignore the events of the last four years the best they could. Many of them were simply trying to start over and try to have a semi-normal life.

But you could never imagine having a normal life after what happened. Losing the love of your life, the person you imagined spending the rest of your life with, almost killed you.

Despite his death, you were immensely proud of him. He gave his life protecting you and his friends, saving countless lives in the process. He died a hero, which is all he’d ever wanted to be since Chrissy’s death. He took her death hard, blaming himself for not being able to help her.

That night when Dustin knocked on your bedroom door, let in by your parents, alone with tears staining his cheeks, you knew what happened. Your knees gave out from under you and you’d dropped to the floor, sobbing so loud that you were sure the neighbors could hear on the other side of the wall.

He couldn’t stop apologizing while he hugged you, crying alongside you.

You lost a piece of you. You didn’t know if you believed in soulmates, but he was yours. You were head over heels for each other the moment you met, and you felt like you could be yourselves with each other.

When you thought that it couldn’t get any worse, the day of his small funeral you found out that you were pregnant. You thought that you were being safe, using condoms every time.

You weren’t sure if one of them was broken or expired, but regardless, it took you about two weeks to come to terms with the fact that you were about to bear the child of your recently-deceased boyfriend.

Alone.

The pregnancy was difficult, although you had some help. Your and Eddie’s friends and his uncle Wayne were great always available when you needed them, bringing you food and everything else you needed when you couldn’t get it yourself.

And then your daughter was born. She had a lot of hair, and it was dark brown and she had a couple of curls, just like Eddie. Her eyes were the same color as his, and her nose was also the same. The older she got, the more she looked like him.

Four years passed rather quickly and smoothly to your relief, and she was a very happy child.

Tonight was one of the only nights you’d been able to get her down to sleep without a bit of a fight, and it felt like a miracle.

You were home alone with her, sipping on a glass of much needed wine. Your parents were working, which they’d been using as an excuse to avoid helping with your daughter, when there was a quick, frantic knock on the door. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, wanting just one night with nothing but relaxation.

But when you opened the door, the gasp that left your mouth was straight out of a film.

There, tired and out of breath, stood Eddie. Your eyes went big at the same time as his, silence heavy between the two of you.

“Eddie?” you asked, not knowing what else to say.

“Hi.” His voice was meek and shaky.

Without another word, he wrapped you in a hug, burying his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder. You instinctively hugged back, your arms squeezing him tighter than you ever had before.

Tears streamed down your cheeks and both of you sobbed, standing in the open doorway. The smell of Irish Spring on his damp hair flooded your nostrils, confusing you a bit.

When you finally pulled apart and looked at him, you studied his face, having not seen it in person in four years.

“Did you shower?” you asked softly with a sniffle.

“I couldn’t wait to see you, but you would’ve hated how I smelled.”

You chuckled. “But... How? How are you alive? And here?”

“I don’t know. I woke up in a different spot still bleeding, but I was alive. I just ran. And I hid. For four years, I searched for a way out, but it was like every exit was sealed.”

“What? But so many gates opened here.”

“I don’t know. I really don’t. But I found my way out eventually, and I came straight here. And, to be completely honest, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d moved.”

You shook your head. “Me either.”

His gaze was drawn away from your eyes to the toys scattered across the floor behind you. He slowly walked over, then spotting framed photos of your daughter throughout the last four years, then a portrait of the two of you together when she was almost a year old.

You closed the door before following him into the living room.

“Did you... have a kid?”

You didn’t respond at first, you just stared at the photos with him.

“She looks just like you, doesn’t she?”

He looked at you, squinting a bit in confusion. “What?”

You sighed. “The day of your funeral, I found out I was pregnant.”

He genuinely didn’t know what to say, but when he did finally speak, it came out in a soft whisper, almost as if he had to force the words out.

“Am I a dad?”

You nodded, a smile spreading across both of your faces. “You’re a dad.”

Within a few seconds, you were back to being tightly hugged, the crying only picking up, mostly from him. When he pulled back, he cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply.

This was a feeling you’d missed with all of your being. Your lips against Eddie’s, nothing but absolute love between the two of you manifesting into one of the most simple yet intimate acts that you’d yearned for.

And that intimate act led to your door shut, him on top of you in your bed, and your thighs wrapped around his waist. His hands ran up your body and guided your shirt off on the way, his lips immediately latching onto your braless chest.

Your hand flew to the back of his head, your fingertips running through his curly hair. He slipped his hand into your shorts and you hummed as his thick, calloused fingers drew circles over your clit.

It only took a moment for you to be completely naked, his mouth now fixed to your pussy, lips creating a seal while his tongue went to work. Your legs were bent over his shoulders, your feet pressing into his still-clothed ribs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding them in place.

Hearing you moaning his name for the first time in four years made him rock hard, his jeans becoming tighter by the second.

And since it’d been four years with no sex for you, it didn’t take long for your orgasm to begin building, quickly making your head spin and legs tremble.

When he squeezed your thighs, something he always did when he could tell you were about to explode, you let yourself go. You had to put your hand over your mouth to muffle your cries to keep your daughter from hearing and waking up.

This orgasm was so intense that tears fell from your eyes and dripped down your temples into your hair.

He let you ride it out, slowing his tongue’s pace as you did. When he pulled away to allow you to catch your breath, he pressed a few gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered as he crawled back up to kiss you, his hips grinding into yours.

A moment later, he just looked at you. He wiped your tears with his thumbs, giving you a soft smile.

Before words could be exchanged, he reached down and pulled his shirt off while you unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans. They were discarded within just a few seconds, leaving him completely naked as well.

You reached down and slowly stroked him a couple of times and his eyes closed, his fingers gripping the sheets.

“Y/N,” he whispered, grabbing your hand to stop your movements.

“Are you okay?” Your hand moved to his face, cupping it gently. When he didn’t answer, you said, “Eddie, talk to me.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

You shook your head. “I don’t care about that. But that’s not what’s bothering you.”

“It’s just... It’s been a long time since we’ve done anything and I might’ve lost some of my rhythm and shit, and I might not last long, and I don’t want you to be disappointed-”

You pulled him down for a kiss, stopping him before he could be any more self-conscious.

“I’ve been dreaming of you coming back for four years. Four goddamn years. I want you, I need you. Please.”

He nodded, giving you a small smile.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

It only took a few more seconds for him to thrust inside of you, filling you up, filling the hole in your heart.

You sighed of relief, your fingers squeezing his shoulders as his trembling hips buried himself as deep as possible inside of you. He let out a shaky breath as one of your hands returned to its place on his cheek.

“Shit,” he whispered, looking into your eyes. Once he was settled inside of you, he gradually pulled almost all of the way out before thrusting back in.

Eddie was always a slow, gentle lover. He wanted you to know that he loved you with all of his being and he never wanted to hurt you. He loved sensual sex, and you usually found more pleasure in that than if he slammed into you as fast as humanly possible.

That wasn’t always the case, though. You usually reserved the fast, rougher stuff for when you saw each other for the first time in a while.

And tonight was one of those nights.

When he did pick up the pace, your hand found the back of his head and guided his mouth right to your neck, your other arm wrapping upwards around his shoulder.

One of his hands gripped your thigh, pressing it up against your sides a bit to spread you open more.

“Oh, god,” you moaned, him filling you up effortlessly.

The headboard quietly banged against the wall as he thrust, but the sound was masked with the harmony of your moans with his and skin slapping against skin.

Without either of you realizing, your nails were red creating crescent moons in his skin. What were previously kisses pressed to your neck were now bites on your shoulder, Eddie trying his damndest to last longer than thirty seconds.

And you could tell. His hips were faltering, his fingers balling the sheets, and his voice shaky.

“Eddie,” you keened into his ear. “Let go.”

You knew he didn’t want to right away. He wanted this to be good for you just as much as it was for him. But you didn’t want him to hold back. You wanted him to cum, and you wanted him to cum hard.

“Shit,” he mumbled, feeling himself about to go over the edge.

With a moan of your name, he allowed himself to let go, just as you’d encouraged. The sounds that fell from his mouth were close to sobs, causing his entire body to jolt and convulse as webs of cum filled you up, a couple of drops trickling out of you.

Neither of you moved for a few moments, other than your hand gently stroking his back.

When he finally looked at you, you gently smiled at him.

“Good?” you asked, tucking his hair behind his ears.

He nodded. “Good.”

He kissed you gently before whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Once the two of you were cleaned up, you had your panties and shirt on, and he had his boxers on, you lay on your side with your head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around you, landing on your shoulder. Your arm was draped across his stomach.

“You okay?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

You took in a deep breath, wondering if this would be awkward. “I haven’t even masturbated since you died.”

He furrowed his brows. “Wait, really?”

“I know, it’s... embarrassing. It just... felt wrong. Plus, most of the time I’m too tired so I just don’t.” He slowly nodded. “Have you? I can’t imagine the Upside Down is the most private place to do it.”

“Once. It was one night right after I woke up. I was taking a short nap at what was essentially your house, and I had a dream about you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. I figured it’d be a long time since we’d get to see each other again, so I jerked off. But you’re right when you say it’s not the same.”

“Yeah.”

After a moment, he asked, “What’s her name?”

“Rose.”

“Like Guns N’ Roses?”

“I wanted her name to be reminiscent of you, and I know Guns N’ Roses is one of your favorite bands.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I just wish I could’ve been here. I missed four years. I could’ve helped.”

“Well, tomorrow you can meet her.”

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his mouth. The idea of meeting his daughter he didn’t know he had was one that made his heart pound from excitement.

Neither of you were awake much longer than that. Asleep in the arms of your soulmate wasn’t how you expected to end tonight, but you were immensely happy to have him back.

[theoreticslut]

「 celebrate good times 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: eddie is finally graduating, and - as his best friend - you make sure he gets the celebration he deserves.

requested: no

word count: 4k

warnings: pet names (honey/hon, princess, baby, etc), reader being anxious

a/n (1): i attended a graduation party a few weekends ago and all i could think about was eddie getting the graduation party he deserves. like he’d just be so overwhelmed with joy - even if he doesn’t outwardly express it. anyways, i hope you enjoy this fluffy little piece Xx

a/n (2): so so so sorry i haven’t posted a fic in probably a month and a half/two months. college has been busy - as it always is. if i ever get down time, i’m usually trying to sleep and take some ‘me time,’ bc i don’t get it otherwise. i hope i’ve still got some people here though willing to read my fics. i love you guys & am really hoping i can’t get some writing done soon again so i can post more for all of you Xx

“The class of 1986!” 

As rounds of applause and cheers permeate the gymnasium after Principal Higgins’ announcement of the newly graduated class, you find yourself smiling wider than ever before. Even wider than you did on your own graduation day. 

Your best friend has finally graduated, and you couldn’t be any happier or more proud. He’s worked so hard to get here, and you only hope you can treat him to the full experience that he rightfully deserves.

“I told you it was ‘86, baby!” Eddie smiles, arms open wide in grandeur as he jumps off the makeshift stage to greet you and his uncle.

“l didn’t doubt you for a second, Eds.” 

“I’m just glad you made it, son. I’m…well, I’m proud of you.” Wayne congratulates, and you know he’s emotional even if he’s not showing it.

Wayne has raised Eddie for a good twelve years at least, and he’s glad to say he’s done a far better job than his brother ever could. Although he hates that his brother followed the family legacy and practically left Eddie behind, he’s proud that Eddie is trying to do better than either of them - Wayne or his father - ever tried to. 

It’s hard to watch the kid you raised grow up to be an adult right in front of your eyes, though, regardless of how proud he is. 

“Ah, c’mere.”  

You can’t help but chuckle at the sight of Eddie pulling his uncle into a hug, but it warms your heart all the same. They’re the only blood the two of them have, and it’s nice that they’re so close.

“You too, honey. Get in here.” Eddie coaxes, reaching out for you where you stand to the side of them.

As he grabs your waist and pulls you into the hug, you can’t help but let out a gasped giggle which brings a smile to both of the mens’ faces. Eddie is simply always happy to see you happy, but Wayne is more pleased with the fact that you make Eddie happy. 

It didn’t take long at all for Wayne to welcome you into their little family after you and Eddie became friends back in late elementary school. He could tell that his nephew had an immediate soft spot for you - and that you had one for him - and that’s all he needed to know. 

Ever since, he’s seen you as a daughter, because he’s sure that sooner or later you will be in a sense. It’s clear to him that both you and Eddie love each other, even if you haven’t yet figured it out yourselves.

“Eds, you’re squishing me.” You chuckle, trying to pinch his side as you hug him and his uncle.

“Sorry, hon. Guess I’m just a little too happy today.”

Smiling, you smooth out your sundress as the three of you pull away from the hug.

“You deserve to be, Eddie. It’s definitely been your year, just like you said it would. You deserve to celebrate it.”

“Yeah? Well how does pizza and movies sound?”

“You want to celebrate your graduation with pizza and movies? Two things we do just about every week as is?” You question, a little skeptical that he doesn’t have any other ideas.

“Do you have a better idea, princess?” 

“I might. Let’s take a few more pictures and then head home first, though.” 

Eddie can’t help but raise his brows at your statement, only one idea running through his head at your innocuous response. Surely you don’t mean what he’s thinking though. Not when Wayne is standing right here with the both of you, and the two of you have never done anything of the sort. You’re best friends. Still, he can’t help but wonder what you’re up to.

~.~

Wayne can’t help but shake his head at you, which you don’t miss, as the three of you get closer to the trailer park. You’re practically bouncing in the center seat of the truck with all the nervous, excited energy coursing through you.

Since the beginning of April, when you found out for sure that Eddie would be graduating, you’ve been planning a graduation party for him. He deserves it more than anyone, and you know that Wayne wouldn’t know where to start with one, never having one himself either.

Of course you made sure Wayne was included in the planning from the get-go after you first approached him with the idea. He was Eddie’s uncle, and sole blood relative in his life, after all. You couldn’t throw Eddie a party and not invite him.

Albeit being a bit hastily put together with only a month of planning, you and Wayne were determined to give the lovable metalhead “freak” you both hold dear a graduation party. You would spend the mornings over at the trailer with Wayne, running things over while Eddie was at school, and then you’d spend evenings with Eddie acting as if there was nothing out of the ordinary happening right under his nose. 

You planned out the food and beverages, the music, the time and place, the guest list…anything and everything that goes into planning a graduation party you managed to do in a month. You even roped in - bribed - Steve and the kids to get the party set up while you were at graduation for Eddie, because it would surely be suspicious if you missed watching him walk the stage.  

Containing your excitement has always been difficult, but it’s even harder to do when it’s a surprise for your best friend. You’re dying to see his reaction, hoping that he’ll appreciate the idea and not be upset that you did this without his permission. 

“You okay, honey? I think you’re more excited than I’ve been all day, and I’m the one that graduated.”

“’M fine, Eds.”

“Positive?”

“Mhm. I am excited, but can you really blame me? My best friend finally graduated from the hellhole that is Hawkins High.”

“Mm, I guess I can’t, but you’re still far too excited in my opinion.” Eddie smiles, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him on the bench seat.

Wayne doesn’t miss the little action, of course, but says nothing as the two of you have been like this for years now. He knows that as soon as he says something then things will get awkward between you. He’d honestly just rather watch the two of you figure it out yourselves, no matter how painful it might be at times. He’s sure it’ll happen sooner or later.

“You’ll just have to deal with it, then.” You quip, smiling as he gives you a skeptical side eye.

As he smiles and shakes his head, however, you feel the smooth asphalt change to the bumpy gravel of the trailer park and you start to bounce in excitement yet again. A month of planning is coming to light in less than two minutes. How can anyone expect you to sit still? 

“What’s going on?” Eddie questions, dragging out the question as he notices the large amount of people outside the trailer.

“I didn’t do anything, Wayne. I swear.” 

“I know you didn’t, Eddie. This is all y/n’s doing.” He ever so slightly smirks, glancing between his nephew and you.

“Y/n?” 

You can’t help the soft, albeit unsure, smile that settles on your lips as Eddie looks out the windshield as the truck comes to a stop, Wayne parking and sliding out of the vehicle, leaving you and Eddie alone.

“Congrats on Graduating, Eds.”

“Y/n…”

“I wanted you to be able to celebrate with everyone that cares for you.” You explain, watching him as he takes all of it in, abnormally quiet.

“You…you planned a party for me?” 

“Wayne and I did, yeah. What do you think?”

“I can’t believe you, hon. I love it.“

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, thank you. I…I never expected to have one of these. Wayne…”

“I know, Eds. That’s why I wanted to do it. You deserve it, munch.” 

“Thank you.” He murmurs, wrapping you up tight in his arms. 

“How about we go join the party, yeah? Everyone’s waiting on you.”

He nods, smiling, before he opens his door and slides out. Before you can move to do the same though, he’s got his arms around you pulling you out of the truck himself.

Giggling, you can’t help but smile as he sets you down before pressing a kiss to your hairline. He can’t believe that you’d go through all of the planning of a party just for him. You’ve always treated him well and made him feel special, but this is going above and beyond. 

Truthfully, he’s not sure there’s enough words to express just how grateful he is at the moment. All he can think to do is to kiss you, but you’re only friends. Anything but a forehead kiss might make things a little awkward.

As he lets his lips linger at your hairline, though, all he can do is smile and it’s nearly impossible to stop. He’s honestly not sure what he’d ever do without you. Not when you make his heart race and make him feel seen.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.” He mutters, smiling and sighing as he grabs your hand in his.

“You deserve it more than anyone, Eds. You worked hard to get here, and we wanna celebrate it with you.” You state, squeezing his hand in yours before leading the two of you out from behind his Uncle’s truck.

Eddie still looks awed by you as you drag him into the throes of his party, a soft smile on his lips and fondness in his eyes. He’s never felt more lucky in his life, but he’s got you and that’s got to be done with the greatest luck in the world.

“Congrats, man!” Steve calls, smiling as soon as you and Eddie come into view, taking notice of your intertwined hands.

Though neither of you know it, all your friends have bets on when the two of you will get together. Your feelings for each other are so obvious that it’s really all they can do to not go crazy with the constant “not flirting.”

“Thanks, Harrington. It’s nice to see you.” 

Before anything more can be said between the two men, Eddie’s being attacked by the three freshmen he’s taken under his wing, nearly being knocked over by the force of their group hug.

“You did it, man! You graduated!” Dustin smiles, patting his dungeon master’s back.

“Told you that ‘86 was my year, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it’s weird to think you won’t be there next year.” 

“I’ll still be around, dude. Gotta make sure you’re taking care of those lost lambs.” Eddie teases, ruffling the boy’s hair as all three of them promise that they will.

All you can do is watch on with a fond smile as Eddie begins to play fight with the younger boys. It’s only when Steve bumps your shoulder with his do you pull your eyes away from Eddie.

“It’s a nice party, y/n. You did good.” 

“Yeah? Thanks, Steve. And thank you for getting it set up. I owe you one.” You smile, letting Steve pull you into a side hug as your attention drifts back to Eddie.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a really nice thing you’re doing for him, and I’m glad I could help.” 

“Have you given him his gift yet?” He questions after a moment while Eddie gets pulled into a conversation by someone else.

“Not yet. Planned on giving it to him later, towards the end of the party.”

“Don’t want anyone to see you confessing your love to him, huh?” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you swat at Steve’s chest. He’s always teased you for your feelings towards the metalhead, even when you never officially told him them. He just knows, and you really kind of hate it sometimes.

“I’m not confessing my love to him, dipshit. It’s just a gift.”

“If it is, then why haven’t you given it to him yet?”

“Shut up, Steve. I don’t need to explain myself to you.” 

“Never said you did, but you’d and I both know it’s not just a gift you’re giving him, don’t we?”

“Go find someone else to bother.” You huff, shoving him off with no real conviction. He’s not wrong, even if you won’t admit it.

~.~

As the sky fades into different shades of the sunset, you find yourself sitting on the Munson’s little patio, watching Eddie laugh along with your guys’ friends as they chase each other with water balloons. It’s nice to see him just enjoying himself with no worries whatsoever.

“Ahh! You’re gonna get it!” Dustin threatens, chasing a laughing Eddie who’s running towards you.

“Can’t now! Y/n’s the safe spot.” Eddie calls, clambering up the stairs behind you as Dustin hovers in front of you - you just watching on in amusement.

“There was no safe spot!”

“There is now.”

“Cheater.” Dustin huffs, glaring at the man now squatting behind you.

As Dustin stalks away, pouting but not challenging the older man, Eddie starts to laugh from behind you.

“That was a bit mean, Eds.” You state, trying to give him a pointed look but a smile finds itself a place on your lips as you look at him from over your shoulder.

“He’ll deal with it. Wanted to come see you, honey.” Eddie smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he settles himself into a sitting position behind you, you being positioned between his legs.

“Yeah? You’re seeing me.”

“I am.” 

There’s no stopping the smile that grows on your face at his unintentionally sultry voice while he wraps an arm around your waist, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“How are you liking your party?”

“I love it. Thank you again, princess. You know exactly how to make a man feel special.” 

“I wouldn’t say that, necessarily, munch. I just wanted to give you what you deserve.” You giggle, shivering lightly as the cool water from the balloons drips off his hair onto your bare shoulder.

“I appreciate it nonetheless, hon. You’re amazing. The bestest friend anyone could dream of having, and yet you’re all mine, aren’t you?” 

“All yours, Eds. Wouldn’t trade you in for anything.”

“Good, because I think it’s about time you get involved in the party you planned.” He states, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

“Eddie…what’re you do-OH!” You shriek, cold water dropping over you as he pops a balloon above your head. Thank god you had forgone a white sundress in favor of a darker, floral one.

“You asshole!” 

You can’t help but bite back a smile as Eddie laughs, wrapping both arms around your waist in a tight hug. You’re so going to get him back when he’s not expecting it, but for now you’re just going to enjoy being in his arms.

~.~

“Thank you again for coming.” You smile, waving goodbye to the last of Wayne’s friends, some of them arriving late after their morning/afternoon shift ended.

Yours and Eddie’s friends had left about a half hour ago now after the kids were practically falling asleep around the little fire you got going. You didn’t want their parents to worry about them, so you and Eddie got Max over to her trailer, while Nancy drove her brother home. Steve then offered to drive Dustin and Lucas home, but not without another teasing comment whispered in your ear as you hugged him goodbye.

“Was that the last of them?” Eddie questions, coming to stand behind you, a hand on your waist as you watch the older man drive away.

“I believe so. You had a lot of people show up, Eds.”

“Surprisingly, yeah. I would’ve been happy with just you and Wayne, though, you know.”

“I know, but this was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Definitely. Thank you, honey. I really can’t thank you enough.” He sighs, soft smile on his lips as he gently moves to lead the two of you inside.

“You don’t need to thank me, Eds. I wanted to do this for you.”

“Which I still can’t understand. How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?”

“Oh hush up. You’re flattering me again, munch.” You huff, cheeks warm as you try to deflect all the affection being thrown around.

“Because you deserve it. I never pictured myself having such an amazing best friend.”

“I think I’m the one with the amazing best friend, Eds.” 

As he chuckles and shakes his head, you let him lead you into the trailer, blinking at the difference in light.

“Careful, princess. Flattery works with me, remember.”

“How could I forget? Go get changed, Eddie. I’ve got one last surprise for you.” You smile, fidgeting with your fingers ever so slightly as the idea of giving him his gift brings about a surge of nervousness.

“Another one? Y/n, you’ve done more than enough. I can’t-“

“Yes, you can. Or so help me god, because I’ve purposely held onto this one for you to open.” 

Aside from your stomach doing somersaults, your heart is racing - not only making it difficult to breathe, but making your entire body shake. Although you and Eddie have been friends for years now, you’re worried how he’ll take this gift. It’s a bit more personal and sentimental than anything you’ve ever gifted him, and you’re not sure you could handle him rejecting it.

Eddie frowns as he notices the waver in your voice. You’re nervous, which isn’t necessarily all that unusual, but unusual for when it comes to him. 

Grabbing your hands in his, he mindlessly squeezes your fidgeting fingers before sending you a soft smile. This last surprise of yours must be important to you, but he’s not sure what it could possibly be. All he knows is he doesn’t want you to be nervous. Not around him.

“You really didn’t need to, princess, but thank you. You’re too good to me.”

“You haven’t even opened it yet, Eds. How do you know that you don’t hate it?” You almost whine, your nerves getting the better of you.

“Because I don’t need to open it to know I’ll love it. It’s from you, hon, and I love everything you get me.” Eddie smiles, making your cheeks flush with heat as you try to bite back a gleeful, giddy smile.

“Do I absolutely have to change before I can get this last surprise, princess?”

“You don’t have to, but I figured you’d want to get comfy now that everyone’s gone.”

“I want to see whatever this surprise is more. You do realize you can’t tell me you’ve got a surprise and then tell me to go do something else, right? I’m a child, y/n.”

You can’t help but laugh at him as he gives you a wide-eyed, playfully pouted look. He truly is a child at times, but you love him for it. 

“Okay, okay. Let me go get it, Eds.”

Watching you disappear down to his room, he can’t help but smile. He will never understand how he got so lucky to have you in his life. While he would love if the two of you could be a little more, he’s happy to have you as his best friend. 

How could he not be when you’re as kind and thoughtful and beautiful as you are? He’s not lying when he says that you’re too good to him. No one else would ever consider throwing him a graduation party, let alone get him a birthday and Christmas gift every year. No one else would make sure he’s got something on Valentine’s Day - be it a flower or a goofy card or some candies. 

No one else could ever be you, and he’s grateful for that. He’s in love with you, and it doesn’t matter if your love for him is only platonic, because at least you still love him too. 

“Okay, I saw these a while ago and really liked them, but I wasn’t sure what you’d think of them. I’m still not sure what you might think of them, but…yeah. I got them.” You ramble, coming out of his room with a small box dressed with a simple ribbon. 

“If you liked them, then I’m positive that I’ll like them, but I’ll hold off on an official judgment. Since you apparently have to open stuff up before knowing.” He teases, happy to bring a small smile to your face as you roll your eyes.

“You do! Now…open it.” 

There’s no stopping the small chuckle that leaves Eddie lips as you hold the box out for him to take. Carefully grabbing it from your hands, he undoes the bow before letting it freely hang over his hand. 

You watch as he glances up at you with a soft smile, and feel your stomach flip while your heart flutters inside your chest. Deep down you know this little gift holds more meaning than simply being best friends, and that’s what makes you so anxious. You haven’t yet decided if you hope he gets the meaning or not.

He finally lifts the lid off the box, and moves the folded tissue paper aside until two beaded bracelets are revealed - one white with a single black bead and the other black with a single white bead. 

Eddie stares at the jewelry for a moment, trying to get a handle of his thoughts and emotions. You got him - and presumably you - matching bracelets. While you’ve done soft things for him before, he’s sure this is the softest. 

“What do you think? Th-they’re supposed to represent us always being with each other, even if we can’t physically be together.” You question, voice dropping to a murmur as you explain the meaning of them.

“Eddie?”

He’s yet to say anything, and it worries you. Maybe he hates them. Maybe he realizes you like him as more than a friend. Maybe -

Your thoughts are cut off as Eddie kisses you, his lips warm and soft against yours while his hair tickles your cheeks. Although initially surprised, having him kiss you feels right. It’s like this is what the two of you should have always been doing.

“I love them. I love you, honey.” He murmurs, smile on his lips as he pulls away from you the slightest bit.

“Yeah?”

“Thought I just made that obvious, baby. I wouldn’t have kissed you if I only liked you.”

“You’re such an idiot,” you huff, playfully hitting him in the chest. 

“…but I guess that’s why I love you.” 

“Glad we’re on the same page.” He chuckles, catching your lips with his once more, this kiss being softer - less rushed.

Once he pulls away, a dopey smile on both your faces, he pulls out the bracelets from the box he’s yet to set down. Looking at both of them in his hands, he can’t help but smile wider. You love him and you got matching bracelets for the two of you. You’re his just as much as he is yours.

“I don’t know when we’ll ever actually be apart, but I still love these, princess. I like knowing I’ve got a piece of your heart.” 

You can’t help but shake your head at the metalhead you call your best friend, although there’s no denying that you’re still smiling. He carefully takes your left hand and slides the white bracelet onto your wrists, gently tightening it for you so it doesn’t slide off. Afterwards, he slides his on his right wrist alongside the other few bracelets - usually knitted friendship ones - you’ve given him over the years.

“Thank you for everything today, y/n. For watching me graduate, for the party, for these…I’m glad you were here.” He confesses, playing with your fingers as a smile grows on his lips. 

“I wouldn’t have dreamt of being anywhere else, Eds. I know how hard you worked to finally get here. I’m proud of you, and wanted you to feel as loved as you are.”

“Can you say that again?”

“Which part?”

“All of it.”

There’s no way you couldn’t smile at that. He doesn’t get nearly enough of the love or reassurance you can tell he wants, so you’ll happily be the one to remind him.

“I’m proud of you, Eds, and I love you. So, so much.”

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Uncle Wayne meets David!

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie masterlist!!

Tw~ Eddie has anxious tendencies, anxiously cleaning, fear of rejection, very light spiraling (maybe?)mentions of labor and pregnancy, and reference to teen parent hood!

I finally finished my single dad!Eddie fic too, so here’s the link to that(I’ll write the part two sometime tonight!)

After you went into labor unexpectedly Eddie was panicking, because Wayne couldn’t meet David until a week after he was born though he isn’t to sure why that bothered him so much as Wayne was still going to come and see David.

It didn’t take much convincing to give David the same middle name as Eddie, when he offered up the middle name Wayne for David you where already saying he’s but his ramble of an explanation made it even sweeter.

“Y/n listen I know this is a big request but Uncle Wayne raised me and it’s even more important than naming the kid Ozzy, can you at least consider it baby?”

You smile laughing softly and Eddie almost throws himself into the bed, “You really don’t want him to be named after Wayne at all?”

“Eddie, I think that’s the best middle name for him like ever…if you would have said something before we could have named him Wayne jr.” you joke a bit and Eddie scrunches his nose.

“As much as I love the old man…we’re not naming him Wayne Munson, we have one of those already” he tells you holding up his hand sassily as you giggle at him.

When it came time for Wayne to meet David you decided to just do it at a restaurant before letting him spend the weekend at your house that way if he hated Davies name entirely(Eddie anxiously told you that’s what he thought Wayne would say) he could have at least one nice meal somewhere he’s never eaten before.

So you spent the day preparing Lucille Davie and yourself while Eddie scrambled around anxiously cleaning, I mean like deep cleaning, Eddie’s room in Wayne’s trailer was never this clean which is why this little nervous habit struck you as weird only recently had he started to become an anxious deep cleaner at one point he had scrubbed the cabinets so many times you were nervous he was gonna make it warp.

“Eddie why don’t you go play with the kids?” You offer taking the supplies from him as you apply the child lock to the cabinet, “or go and get dressed so we can leave?”

He nods before running off, when you four finally got to the restaurant Wayne wasn’t far behind coming to the table to sit beside you all as Lucille hugged him.

“Grandpa!” She cheered happily.

That was another thing that Eddie had asked you about, except it was when you first told him you were pregnant with Lucille telling you, “he’s basically my dad Y/n…can we make her call him grandpa?”

You had responded with a simple, “Eddie I thought it was a given that she’d call him that?”

“Uhh” Eddie pauses as his uncle stares like he’s grown a second head.

“Spit it out boy” Wayne tells him while you hand David over to Wayne lightly squeezing Eddie’s hand, it wasn’t normal for Eddie to get so nervous and Wayne was beginning to notice his nerves.

“Guess David’s middle name!” Eddie blurts out burying his head in his hands out of shame.

“I dunno” Wayne whispers.

“It’s Wayne” Eddie whispers and Wayne’s eyes well with tears.

“Are you serious son? Named your boy after me?” Eddie looks up afraid Wayne will be upset only to see him on the verge of tears.

“Of course you’re basically my dad…it just felt right” and that was the origin of Davie’s middle name and Eddie is so glad he decided to use Wayne as his son’s middle name.

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sneak peak of Eddie Munson fic

Summary: Y/N has only been a resident of Hawkins for a couple of months, having moved from her home state of California to get away from an abusive ex-boyfriend. In the summer of 1989 she meets Eddie Munson at the local bar where he bartends and has to overcome her past trauma and trust issues while living her best smutty life with Eddie.

Pairing: fem!reader x Eddie, third person from reader and Eddie’s POV

A/N: I have literally 0 experience writing fanfic, so any constructive criticism is appreciated. Please be gentle with me :) THIS IS JUST A PREVIEW, it is not the full fic. I just wanted to put feelers out to see if I'm any good before I continue! This is just a rough draft!

Warnings: Fluff in the beginning and end with lots of mature content in the middle. Minors DNI! Bit of a slow burn. Reader and Eddie are both in their early 20’s. Idk what else to put for thew preview, if I'm missing anything please let me know.

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Eddie:

He had been wiping down the bar counter when she walked in.

Eddie was finishing up his shift for the night at the bar he’d been working at since he finally graduated high school. He barely scraped through that so he knew college wasn’t going to do it for him. Instead, Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had a buddy who owned a local bar and got him a job there while he figured his life out. But after his uncle died last year Eddie had been living a life of relative solitude. He did his best to stay busy either working or attending band gigs with Corroded Coffin to avoid coming home to his empty trailer.

At least that was how it was until she came into his bar on a slow Saturday night. Eddie had never seen a woman like her in all his years in Hawkins. The way she dressed, the way she sauntered up to his bar, even the way she talked when she ordered herself a beer. A girl ordering a beer, seriously??

Eddie tried not to stare as he took her money for the drink, but she didn’t make it easy on him. Her breasts barely covered by the top that she wore briefly rested on the bartop as she reached for her drink and he guiltily looked away.

He decided to strike up a conversation with her, it was part of the job after all. Eddie did his best to sound as casual as possible when he asked, “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before, you new here?”

Reader:

Y/N nervously entered the bar when she first laid his eyes on him.

She knew she was on her own for a while before her friends met her there, but she didn’t care about any of that when she saw the bartender for the first time. He had the kindest, deep brown eyes Y/N had ever seen; she couldn’t help herself from taking in his figure in the old band tee he wore with the sleeves ripped off and sides stretched down almost to his waist.

Y/N didn’t make it a habit to frequent bars and tried to play it cool by ordering the first thing that came to mind.

“Hi, I’ll have a beer, please.” A beer? Gross…” She knew she would be able to order something more to her tastes when Steve got here, he’d know what to order her. Until then she was desperate to appear nonchalant to this beautiful bartender.

As he poured her beer she took the chance to look harder at him without being obvious. Y/N was intrigued by the tattoos scattered on his arms and the long fluffy curls brushing his strong shoulders. She was startled back into reality when he asked her if she was new in town. Really? What a cliché question.

“Kind of, yeah. I moved here a couple months ago but I haven’t been around town too much,” she answered.

“Well, I could have told you that. You don’t exactly fit in,” the bartender said sarcastically with a small smile.

Y/N would have asked why he bothered asking her if he already knew, but she was grateful for his ice-breaking conversation.

“I guess you’re right! But it’s nice to meet you – Y/N,” she introduced herself  and bravely put her hand out to him. “Y/N! It’s even nicer to meet you, I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

He put his warm hand into hers for a friendly shake, and it felt like a jolt of electricity went right through her. Eddie’s touch was doing something to her, and Y/N couldn’t help but to wonder how his hands would feel on other parts of her body. He quickly withdrew his hand, as though he felt the shock, too. Oh God, can he read my mind??

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Pairing : Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson. just eds and stevie talking (a lot, sorry i really like fics with lots of dialogues) after the event of season 4, and pining ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

i have a whole story on my mind about this fic, but I really don’t know if I’m gonna write it out… I really wanted to share this start tho so !! Hope you like it ♡

I apologize if there’s any mistakes! English is not my native language

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The door was closed. A crumpled paper hung on the glass between the white painted wood of it :”NO LONGER RECRUITING”.

Great, Eddie thought. Seems like the 15 minutes walk to the store and the 30 minutes argument with his uncle behind it was totally worth it.

Not that Wayne didn’t want his nephew to have a job- far from it- but only 2 weeks passed since Eddie’s name has been cleared by the police , and perhaps it wasn’t the brightest idea to work at Family Video, most recognized video store right in the middle of Hawkins.

The metalhead felt his leather and denim jacket combo growing heavy on his already sweated chest, and feeling the results of the 4 hours of sleep he managed to get the night before, he squatted down on his dirty white rebooks. He could feel the sun burning through the top of his exposed head, making it spins. He passed a hand over the warm curls there and sighed.

Maybe it’s for the best.

The stares and the whispers when he passed by was the most bearable, but the insults and attempted assaults weren’t his most cherished experiences.

He remembered that one time his uncle sent him to the grocery store - they were running out of milk - and some green jacket wearing dude he recognized was from the school’s basketball team started making a scene in front of everyone about how he “killed Chrissy” and “deserved to pay for it” before starting to swing, thankfully being stopped soon enough by the salesman who took no time in kicking him out. Not the best memory he has.

“Munson ?”

He hated them all, the people in here. So having to be all nice and polite with them all day working a last resort job ?

“Hey, Munson…”

Yeah no, it’s definitely for the best.

“Eddie !”

frowning in confusion and tiredness, he turned to the familiar voice pulling him out of his thoughts.

“What the hell are you doing down here ?”

“Harrington ?”

“It’s like, 10 in the morning dude”

Before Eddie could say anything, he saw steve pulling out keys from the back pocket of his light blue Levi’s and walked past him to unlock the door. Wait. Huh ?

“Huh ?”

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“Wait so like… since when ?”

“I’ve been working here since before all the Vecna stuff happened man” Eddie listened attentively, legs crossed on one of the chairs in front of the counter where Steve was organizing his tapes. “Rob and me needed a new job after the starcourt mall burned last year. I mean couldn’t sell ice creams for the rest of our lives anyway”.

“Robin too?” The metalhead blinked. “Okay why am I always the uninformed one ?” He put his hand on his chest dramatically . “After everything we’ve been through together you can’t even take the time to tell me even the dumbest shit ?”

Steve sighed, repressing the smirk that started to form on his face. “You’ll recover, now what do you want ?” His hands went to his hips, making him look like a mom grounding her kid.

Eddie snorted at the sudden serious tone and glare. “As much I love to bother you Stevie, you’re not the one I was expecting to see first thing in the morning when I came here”

Stevie.

He rolled his eyes.

“Okay then why are you here ?” The younger man raised his eyebrows in question, bending with his elbows on the counter and his head between his hands. “As you can see, Rob isn’t here yet”

Eddie got up from the couch, making his way towards Steve.

“I’m looking for a job actually. Saw last week that y’all were recruiting but guess you don’t need me anymore” it was his turn to bend over on the counter, now inches away from Steve’s face, who felt uneasy at the proximity. But he didn’t move. He couldn’t.

a wide grin that screamed Eddie was slowly making his way to his face.

“Drugs don’t really pay off anymore huh ?” His voice was low, eyes squinting and eyebrows frowing in fake empathy.

Eddie couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped his lips “yeah, as surprising as it seems, not many people want to buy from the freak, and now the killer, anymore” he said, pouting for the dramatic effect.

seconds passed. It felt like forever.

Steve found himself gazing over Eddie’s whole face, catching all the little details. Did he always have freckles ? It must be because of the sun.

“Ahem” Eddie coughed, catching Steve off guard, reminding him of where he was and what he was doing. His cheeks heated to form red up his cheekbones and he cringed at himself. Looking away, he said the first thing that came to his mind to break the awkward silence.

“You look tired” he simply said, referencing to the dark circles which hanged from Eddie’s big brown eyes. “You ‘kay ?”

The metalhead, who backed up from the counter and were now looking down at Steve, hesitated.

“nightmares.”

At his word, the younger man’s head snapped back at the older one.

He looked up at him with soft eyes, and Eddie felt the instant understanding trough it. If there was someone out here who would understand what he was going through, it would be Harrington.

Eddie’s eyes left Steve’s face, looking down. Almost ashamed of what he was saying. His voice was above a whisper. “Does it get better ?”

Steve put on his best reassuring smile.

“A little.” he said.

At that moment, the door swung open, Robin appearing at the front door.

When she spotted them together, she grinned instantly

“Hey weirdos” she closed the door behind her. “What are you doing here eds?”

“Sorry, I just couldn’t wait to see you my dear”

She laughed, a wide grin spreading across her face.

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Good old Friends

Summary : you had finally moved back to Hawkins after 7 long years . You was nervous to meet your friends again but who knows maybe they won’t have changed a bit

Warnings : None just some fluff

A/N: I am really proud of this ! I hope you enjoy it likes , feedback and re blogs are appreciated . If you have any requests for some more fics just message me ( because my asks is not working) and I will keep you updated and tag you in the finished product. Thank you <3

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You and Eddie had been friends since what seemed like forever . You became friends when you was only 4 years old , you was both in kindergarten and some random boy named James tried to steal Eddie’s toy so you slapped him . You got in a lot of trouble but it was worth it , you and Eddie became inseparable ever since .

When you both got older everyone was so confused why you was friends with Eddie but that was just because they didn’t know him . He was kind , funny , one of the best dungeon masters ever , even his uncle was nice to you .

After 10 years of being best friends you turned 14 years old . You had your birthday party at your house , it was just you , your mum , dad , Eddie , Wayne , Gareth, Jeff and your friend Nancy . The day was going amazing so far , you got to spend it with all your favourite people . After you had cake , it was time for presents !

Eddie gave you his present first “I hope you like it” he smiled . Once you opened the wrapping paper and looked at his present you immediately gave him a hug “What did he get you honey?” Your mum smiled . “It’s the rose gold bracelet I have been wanting for ages … how did you afford this ?”. Eddie couldn’t help but smile at your reaction “I’ve been saving up for a while-“ he was cut off by you hugging him again .

After thanking him and Wayne you put on the bracelet and opened your other presents. The only one left was a envelope from your parents , you opened it to receive a note that said;

‘Dear y/n

Happy 14th birthday! We hope you enjoyed your party and presents.

After a while of living in Hawkins we both realised that a life in Washington would be better for both you and us . We could buy a better house and you could go to a better school!

We hope your exited because we are moving in 2 weeks ! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Love from Mum and Dad 🖤’

Your heart immediately dropped, you couldn’t move away , what about Eddie , you can’t leave Eddie you need him ! Tears filled your eyes as you looked up at your parents “Are you kidding me ? I can’t leave. I can’t!” You ran upstairs to your room and immediately jumped up onto your bed , crying loudly. This isn’t real . This is just a nightmare, right ? It has to be a nightmare!

Your thoughts was interrupted by someone siting on the edge of your bed . You huffed and sat up to see Eddie looking at back at you “They want to move me to Washington! Fucking Washington!” He chucked at your statement and put his arms around you “Listen , we have a few weeks together right . And then when you go we can write each over letters everyday and after a while you can move back to Hawkins . Or I’ll move to Washington” He joked .

The next few weeks flew by and before you knew it , you was at the airport waving goodbye to Eddie who was holding his uncles hand to try and help him calm down .

Your new house in Washington was nice , it was big and your room looked amazing. At school you became popular but you never had a friendship quite like you did with Eddie . At first you both managed to send each-over some letters but after a while they stopped arriving. A day didn’t pass where you didn’t miss Eddie but after a while it began to feel normal here

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7 YEARS LATER

You turned 21 a few weeks ago and decided it was time to return to Hawkins. The flight there was awful, you couldn’t stop thinking about all the worst case scenarios . Dose Eddie even remember me ? Dose he still live with Wayne ? Is he still the same as when you left ? Dose he have a girlfriend now ? What if he has a new best friend?

Once you arrived you took a cab to the trailer park . You looked around getting a intense level of day ja vu , you looked around trying to find Eddie’s trailer

After a while of contemplating wether you should even knock on the door you finally knocked when a tall handsome man opened the door “..Eddie ?” You said unsure “y/n!” He pulled you into a massive bear hug Wich nearly suffocated and you . After the large hug he moved out of the way so you could walk in . Eddie closed then door and then looked at you up and down . “You have changed ALOT” y/n smiled at him “you have too”.

You both sat down on the sofa catching up “you know your personality hadn’t changed a bit” you laughed and a soft smile formed on his face . A beautiful smile that made butterfly’s form in your stomach . And his hair , it shone in the light and looked breathtaking. You looked him up and down especially paying attention his to every detail of his body .

Wait a minute, did you have a crush on Eddie ?!

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I will write part 2 soon . I hope you all enjoyed that I had really fun writing it ! If you have any ideas for part 2 let me know . Thank you so much for all the support love you <3

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WIP Wednesday - Trio of Towns

Trio of Towns has no shortage of wonderful works that are in progress. Some of them I know are years in the making and I always look forward to an update.

So here's hoping you find a new story to love!

If you're reading or writing a Trio of Towns WIP that didn't get featured today, please feel more than welcome to drop it in the Submission box and share with the rest of us! (When I only share 10 fics at a time, there's always something that's bound to be missed.)

Two in One - by PineconeTheKitten; WIP, 1/?, 1.3k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Ford/Wayne, Female Farmer/Ford, Female Farmer/Wayne; Characters: Female Farmer, Ford, Wayne, Dessie, Inari, Witchie

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Magic Revealed, Gods, Goddesses, Spirits

Summary: Ford and Wayne were once two people. Now they aren't. Holly doesn't know what to do. As it turns out, Ward is pretty into Holly, and she into him.

Two Individuals in Love can be Asexual, a Case Study - by chickadeequill; WIP, 1/?, <1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Farmer/Ford; Characters: Ford, Female Farmer, Wayne

Additional Tags: Asexual Relationship, Romantic Fluff

Summary: After years of painstakingly avoiding romance, the town's eligible and single doctor Ford finds himself facing a simple question: is there room in his life for love? It seems the hardworking farmer just past the crossroads is still single as well, and Ford just can't figure out why she keeps declining advances from the other eligible singles in all three towns.

Watered-Down Ideals - by LemWrites; WIP, 3/?, 4k

Rating: Not Rated; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: M/M, Multi

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Farmer/Ludus; Characters: Original Male Character(s), Frank, Megan, Hector, Colin, Noel | Noelle

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Self-Esteem Issues, Slow Burn, Fluff, Self Confidence Issues, ADHD, I gave a farmer adhd and anxiety, this may have more projection then intended

Summary: Join Steve, the newly appointed farmer in the Trio of Towns world, on a journey full of; useless gay pinning, being a disaster, self hatred and more!

Earth and Rebirth - by TheBeckster; WIP, 17/?, 66k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: Multi, Gen

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Characters: Holly | Nanami, Frank, Marlena, Wayne, Ford, Lisette, Brad, Carrie, everyone

Additional Tags: Undecided Relationship(s), Additional Tags to Be Added, lots of headcanons, Minor Character Death, Eventual Friends to Lovers, I'm not going to tag every single character, but they will all have a part in the story, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, New friends and found family, world building, Angst with a Happy Ending, Holly is an extrovert, endgame ship tbd, Cover Art

Summary: Holly considered herself fortunate to be living about as close to the dream as any young twenty-something could. A great family, a loving husband, and well, she'd admit their apartment was awful, but they'd be moving onto bigger and better things soon enough. She truthfully couldn't wish for more. But when an accident rips it all away from her, Holly finds herself seeking a change of scenery. Her Uncle's farm out in the middle of nowhere is the perfect place for her to hide to mourn. A familiar story with a twist or two.

Fire and Dew - by Juliko; WIP, 9/26, 73k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Yuzuki/Original Character(s)

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Yuzuki, Sumomo, Lisette, Colin, Wayne, Brad, Carrie, Shizu, Yaichi, Tatsumi, Omiyo, Umekichi, Lynn, Marlena, Daryl | Darius, Ittetsu, Moriya

Additional Tags: farming, Slice of Life, Drama, Family Drama, Family Issues, Autism, Autism Spectrum, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net, Original Character(s), Major Original Character(s), Female Character of Color, Friendship, Male-Female Friendship, Friendship/Love, Past Child Abuse, Child Abuse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Romance, Romance, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Humor, Eventual Happy Ending, Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Adoption, Sick Character, Lulukoko characters won't appear in this fic, Falling In Love, Dorks, Ableism, Happy Ending, Romantic Fluff, Break Up, Past Relationship(s), Cows, Chickens, Sheep, Rabbits, Flowers, Stimming, Family Fluff, Bisexual Female Character, Pansexual Character, Lesbian Character, Children, Childhood Memories, Childhood Trauma

Summary: For as long as she could remember, Harper Leigh Maxwell's dream has always been to become a farmer, but her father's job makes it hard to do so, since it involves lots of moving. After graduating from college, she finally decides to take a chance and get her own farm. She's determined to make the most of this opportunity and do what she's wanted. In the process, she makes new friends, learns many new things, and faces many hardships. One of the friends she makes is Yuzuki Fujiwara, a mellow, sweet natured man from the town of Tsuyukusa who doesn't have the best constitution. The two of them form a strong connection that may even end up blossoming into love. But Harper's past might make things complicated, and when it threatens to catch up with her, she may find herself facing the demons from her pre-adoption early childhood. This is the story of two different people, with different interests, passions, and paths in life, walking the same dirt road every day...

Tiny Steps to Big Leaps - by Distracteddiddlin; WIP, 29/?, 28k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Other

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Ford/Holly | Nanami; Characters: Ford, Holly | Nanami, Brad, Wayne

Additional Tags: Fluff, Developing Relationship, surprise parenting, rating and tags will update, NB Farmer, Idiots in Love, Wet Dream, Love Confessions, oh it's fucking started now, Mildly Dubious Consent, for like the smallest split second

Summary: Me while writing this months ago: what if I did that that Ford/farmer fic again but with a twist? Basically it's what if Ford accidentally became a single dad after the farmer meets him

Stranded - by TheBeckster; WIP, 2/?, 4k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Gen

Fandoms: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Ludus & Siluka, Ludus & Iluka, Iluka & Siluka; Characters: Ludus, Iluka, Siluka, Tototara, Zahau, Caolila

Additional Tags: all aboard the childhood trauma boat!, Pre-Canon, Peril, Wilderness Survival, Mild Blood

Summary: Desperate for an adventure to break up the interminable boredom of a long summer, three kids set to the high seas and get way more adventure than they ever hoped for or wanted. AKA: Let's explore the Lulukoko Trio's shared childhood trauma!

Trio Of Towns - Figuring Out Love - by vampireprincess624; WIP, 6/?, 5k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: Multi

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Ford/Pixie; Characters: Ford, Pixie, Wayne, Brad, Lisette, Carrie, Noelle, Colin, Miranda, Frank, Megan, Hector, Other(s)

Summary: Pixie Fawn is left with a mess she has to sort out after leaving Ludus at their wedding because Ford, who had been away for seven months, appeared as a guest. But how is fixing things with the stubborn doctor more difficult than sorting things out with her ex husband-to-be? Are they destined to be friends or will their stronger feelings for each other lead to love? A lot of Ford/Pixie scenes where they figure out their love for each other. This is Part 3 to my series, Life In The Towns, and I strongly advise you read Part 1 (or at least the last few chapters) before this, but it should still make sense anyway. Hope you enjoy :)

The House That We Built - by CherryQDoodles; WIP, 2/?, 8k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationships: Holly | Nanami/Ludus; Characters: Ludus, Original Characters, Lulukoko Villagers, Westown Villagers, Tsuyukusa Villagers

Additional Tags: Slow Burn, story building, Learning from the Past, Tons of fluffy moments, farmlife shenanigans, Festivals, Romance, Dark skinned MC, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: Nicola knew as soon as she was able to talk that she was very different from the family she was raised in. From her dark skin to her snow white hair she stuck out as the black sheep, but she loved them like they were her blood, and vice versa. But Nicola always dreamed of wanting more: to become a farmer. Growing crops, raising animals and everything in between! She just had to convince her father that she could handle the hard work within two years time. Follow Nicola's journey to becoming the best farmer she dreams of, and her adventures in the Trio of Towns!

Ford's Roses - by thelighthouse33; WIP, 5/?, 3k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M

Fandom: Trio of Towns

Relationship: Farmer/Ford; Characters: Ford, Female Farmer, Wayne, Megan, Frank, Miranda, Carrie, Brad, Lisette, Noel | Noelle, Colin

Additional Tags: My First Work in This Fandom, better late than never, Ford x Holly, Story of Seasons Trio of Towns, Harvest Moon - Freeform, Gaming

Summary: This is a story of how the doctor of Westown, in charge of The White Capsule Clinic, falls in love with the new farm girl...

[pluckyredhead]

wip amnesty: super sons fake dating (but different)

So while I was working on It Wouldn’t Be Make Believe (If You Believed In Me), my brain abruptly gave me a completely different Super Sons fake dating scenario, insisted that I write two scenes, and then abandoned me entirely. There is like a 1% chance that I will ever finish this so instead I offer it up to you, my very patient friends. (Don’t worry, I have different Jon/Damian fics planned!)

Also, this completely ignores the Bendis run, because...well, you know why. SIGH.

-

Damian cast a weary eye over the guests assembled at the gala, the latest tribute of the Gotham elite to their own wealth and frivolity. He wasn’t even sure what this one was ostensibly raising money for, but he had a feeling most of that money had gone into the refreshments and entertainment rather than the intended charitable recipients.

He hated these things, but Father was in space with the Justice League, Richard was undercover, Drake was on Earth-3, and Todd was just generally unsuitable for public consumption. Once again it fell to Damian, as the heir to the Wayne name, to carry the entire family on his shoulders. He usually didn’t mind, except when it took the form of wearing a tuxedo and making small talk with empty-headed socialites.

Maybe the Riddler or someone would show up and try to steal everyone’s jewelry. That would be a pleasing diversion.

He saw Gracie Van Nuyck, daughter of one of the few Gotham families older than the Waynes, making her way over to him and quickly took out his phone. He was meant to be the latest irresponsible Wayne playboy; he could be rude and spend a whole party texting and not talking to anyone as long as he kept a stupid expression on his face.

He already had a few texts from Jon, he saw when he unlocked his phone.

giant kraken attacking honolulu

titans & i r teleporting over

u in?

Damian clicked his tongue.

I know you’re overriding your autocorrected capitalization to irritate me.

And I can’t. I have to attend this gala.

sucks 2 b u 🐟 🐠 🐬

“Damian Wayne.” Gracie had not been put off by his texting - in fact, she had her own phone in her hand. Damian dimly remembered that she’d once told him she was an “influencer.” She had influenced him pretty strongly to get as far away from her as possible, so he supposed she was good at what she did. “Look at you, all dressed up and looking like a snack.”

“Gracie,” he said. “Nice to see you.” He did not attempt to make it convincing, or glance up from his phone more than briefly.

Trust me, I’m aware. Everyone here is an imbecile and none of the hors d'oeuvres are vegetarian.

“Do you like my dress?” Gracie asked, giving a little twirl.

“Lovely.” Damian did not have Richard’s ability to give genuine compliments, or even Father’s ability to fake them well. It didn’t deter Gracie in the slightest.

“I have a proposition for you, you beautiful boy,” she said.

“I’m the same age as you.”

that blows. what about the orderbs?

Damian fought a smile. I also know you know how hors d’oeuvres is pronounced.

😂 😂 😉

“What’s that smile for?” Gracie asked.

Damian forced his facial expression back to neutral. “What’s your proposition?”

She held up her hands like she was illuminating a marquee. “Gotham’s new dream couple: Dacie. Or we could be Gramian, I guess, but that sounds horrible.”

“Excuse me?”

“You and me, joining forces,” she said. “Me and my millions and my beautiful body, you and your millions and your beautiful body...we’d be the toast of the glitterati.”

“You want to date me,” Damian said, flatly, disbelievingly. This was what Father and Richard’s inability to resist a pretty face had brought him to: being literally propositioned at parties by socialites who thought every Wayne was an easy mark.

“I want to date you,” she agreed. “It must be your lucky day. Well, night.”

Damian stared at her for a long moment, just enough to let it become uncomfortable. “No,” he said finally, and turned back to his phone.

once weve kicked this things ass i bet i can bring u some shave ice before it melts

Bring the kraken instead. It can eat everyone here.

“No?” Gracie repeated.

“No, thank you,” Damian said, as a sop to good manners.

He glanced up. She looked bewildered. It might be the first time she’d ever been told no in her life. “Why not?”

“I’m seeing someone,” he said. Totally untrue, but a reason she couldn’t argue with.

Not that she didn’t try. “Oh? Who’s the lucky girl?” she asked, her expression calculating.

Damian raised an eyebrow. “Not sure why you would assume pronouns,” he said, more to wrong foot her than anything else, though it was true that gender didn’t make much difference to him. He disliked most people equally.

Her eyes widened before she recovered herself. “My apologies,” she said. “Do I know...uh, them?”

Damian’s phone buzzed in his hand. It was a selfie of Jon, with Billy and Lian pulling faces behind him and a tentacle snaking through the air above their heads. Idiots. He fought another smile.

Stop taking selfies before you get drowned.

“It’s a long distance relationship,” he said. The last thing he needed was Gracie tracking down Colin or Maya or someone and pestering them.

no its cool we made friends with it

i gave it ur shave ice

sorry

“Oh?” Gracie asked. “Where do they live?”

Out of the corner of his eye Damian could see that she seemed to be on her phone too, so he felt even less bad about ignoring her. “Metropolis,” he said, because it was the first city he thought of. You traitor, he texted Jon.

“Innnteresting,” she said. “Well, it was worth a shot. See you around, hot stuff.” She brushed a kiss in the air near his cheek and sauntered off.

Damian blinked. That had been...relatively painless. Maybe the whole night would go by so quickly and easily.

He checked the time. Three and a half hours to go.

Tt.

*

Jon had heard the noise before he stepped outside, but he hadn’t really processed it. Metropolis was a noisy city, and if there were no gunshots or cries for help, he had gotten pretty good at tuning it out.

Which was why he was so surprised when he walked out of his apartment building to be confronted with a sea of reporters flashing cameras at him.

“Jon!”

“Jon Kent!”

“Jon, over here!”

His heart stopped. Had they somehow found out he was Superboy? Which meant they knew about Dad, and Mom was probably in danger, and all of his friends, and…

“Jon, long have you and Damian Wayne been dating?”

What?

“Back off, you vultures! Leave him alone!” Uncle Jimmy emerged from the crowd, red-faced and disheveled. He put one hand in front of Jon’s face and the other on his shoulder. “No comment! He has no comment! Come on, Jon, back inside.”

Thoroughly baffled, Jon allowed Uncle Jimmy to steer him back into the building.

“Hey, Frank, don’t let any of them in unless Mr. or Mrs. Lane-Kent says it’s cool, okay?” Uncle Jimmy said to the doorman.

Frank, who Jon had known since they moved here when he was ten, put his imposing frame in front of the door. “Absolutely not,” he said.

“Thanks, Frank,” Jon managed, and waited until he and Jimmy were in the elevator and out of sight of the reporters. “What the heck is going on?”

“You’re a social media sensation, kiddo,” Uncle Jimmy said, and held up his phone to display a picture of Damian wearing a tuxedo and looking elegantly bored. “Apparently Bruce Wayne’s kid told someone called ‘GraceFace’ that he was dating a boy who lived in Metropolis, and she told her three million Instagram followers. A bunch of them found this photo.” He swiped to show a slightly blurry picture of Jon and Damian in Centennial Park, clearly taken on a cell phone by someone moving quickly. Jon remembered that day but hadn’t realized anyone had recognized Damian, though it did happen. “And someone figured out your name.”

“And assumed I’m the boy Damian is dating in Metropolis,” Jon said, putting it together. “Wait. Is he dating someone in Metropolis? Did he mean me? Why would he say we were dating?”

Uncle Jimmy held up a finger. “No, first question before that: how the hell do you know Damian Wayne?”

“Uh.” Jon paused. Uncle Jimmy knew all about him and Dad, since he was basically Dad’s best friend, but not any Gotham secret identities, and Jon was pretty sure both Damian and Mr. Wayne wanted to keep it that way.

Uncle Jimmy’s eyes flicked to the counter that showed what floor they were on. “And before we get to your apartment...any chance you want to give me the exclusive on this saga of young love?”

Jon’s mouth dropped open. “Uncle Jimmy!”

“What? I’m a reporter, it’s in my blood!”

“I’m telling my mom you asked me that.”

“No, please, tell your dad. He can only heat vision me or throw me out the window. Either way it’ll be quick.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m telling Mom.”

[redhoodieone]

Here with You

A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first requested fluffy fic from @yeetthatpussy. Thank you so much for the idea! This was fun and a big change for me since all I do is write smut and nasty things hahaha. Also, I want to point out I did not give Bruce an age or the reader, since I believe readers should imagine Bruce and themselves the way they want. I personally imagine Bruce like how he was in the animated movie, “Justice League War” since I happened to be watching that particular movie a while ago (because some of you might imagine Ben Affleck, Christian Bale, or the new Robert Pattinson). So other than that enjoy the story!

@randomdcfangirl @jasonredtoddhood @lady-of-the-abyss @psychovigilantewrites Enjoy this my friends.

Warnings: Language and just pure pink, yummy fluffy cotton candy!

It became a habit; a tradition really, when Bruce and I would have free time to hang out. Every Friday night is our “friend date time”, the title came from Bruce, when he realized over the past two months that I’m the first female in his life who has remained by his side and hasn’t put up with his bullshit.

True, women have come and gone throughout his life, specifically Selina Kyle. I’m no stranger to her, since she has played a pretty big part in Bruce’s life. Although she was always civil to me, I admit, I couldn’t help but feel envious of her beauty and body.

I sometimes wonder why Bruce permanently let her go.

I consider myself average. Maybe not overly beautiful like supermodels, but I’ve been told by family and friends I’m awfully pretty, sweet, funny, and kind. I’m about average height, and I admit I do have feminine curves. But overall, I’ve learned to love myself, and I’ve also had my fair share of ex-boyfriends and dates.

But none of my relationships have lasted more than three months. Considering my anxiety and what my doctor has described as PTSD from the eight year mental and physical abuse from my alcoholic father and uncle, my past boyfriends left me because I’m a nutcase (they really didn’t know how to help me or understand my past and current issues). Let’s just say I’m too much to handle when I’m alone or in a too comfortable environment.

And my latest ex-boyfriend Josh (who was a sweetheart, but I broke up with him because I just couldn’t be in another relationship at that moment) has been hinting to get back together with me for some time. But after I realized I’m never going to be able to move on from my past, I accept the fact that I should be alone and stay alone.

Because at least I would never betray or hurt myself, I believe.

But here I am. I’m being escorted to our usual table at one of Bruce’s restaurants. The waiter smiles once we meet up with Bruce at our table.

Knowing Bruce for a few years has given me reason maybe some men aren’t so bad. The media and tabloids have always painted him as a man-whore and spoiled rich boy, but after witnessing the doofus trip over his own shoes at work, (I happened to be at Wayne Enterprises for an interview with him, as I am a journalist) I realized he was exactly like everyone else.

Clumsy, foolish, and funny.

Bruce stands to greet me, while looking extremely handsome in black suit. His hair is nicely combed, and his grin is his usual smirk. His blue eyes brighten the room from its golden décor.

“Y/N, you look beautiful,” Bruce compliments me, with a kiss to the cheek.

It’s true. I feel more confident tonight since I’m wearing my favorite short black Gucci dress. I decided to curl my hair a bit and wear little makeup since I try very hard to look more natural to love myself more.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Bruce,” I respond politely. I sit down, and he pushes my chair in. As he takes his seat, the waiter quickly brings our appetizers of loaded potato skins and mozzarella cheese sticks and marinara sauce. “Didn’t you want to stay home and order pizza and watch a movie?”

“We did that last week. I figured...why not treat my favorite girl to a fancy dinner so we can talk shit about the rich people around us while we pig out on our favorite food?” Bruce answers, and gives me a soft smile.

“I guess you have a point since food is always a way to win me over,” I chuckle and then raise an eyebrow at him. “Did you just say I’m your favorite girl?”

“Well, you are Y/N. I mean, you gave me a chance to show you the real me. You didn’t let the media and tabloids change your mind about me. You know me better than most people think they do. Hell, you’ve even been there for me during the anniversary of my parents’ deaths. You’ve even seen me in my darkest times, and not once did you leave me or try to change who I am,” Bruce confesses softly. It sounds as if he wants to continue on with his confession, but he stops himself. He ends up smirking at me. “Anyways, is Josh still bothering you so you can take him back?”

“No, I mean…I haven’t heard from him today. What about Selina?” I tease him back.

“I haven’t spoken to her in four months. But I guess I wouldn’t know if she’s called the manor considering you take up most of my time anyways. I swear, the more we hang out with each other, the more we become like a married couple.”

“A married couple?” I repeat.

“Yes, since we’re always together and you know me better than any other woman. Hell, I don’t think I even allow most women to know certain details about my parents’ deaths or my sons. I have to protect so much of my life, but with you, I just found out I want to protect you as well,” Bruce explains.

I’m stunned to hear this right now. Of course, I know about Bruce’s parents’ deaths. I even know about his sons: Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, too.

The sweet, handsome charming Dick Grayson.

The tough, strong and huggable teddy bear man Jason Todd.

The smart, wise, and computer genius Tim Drake.

And of course, the small, mature, handsome Damian Wayne, Bruce’s miniature version of him.

I knew Dick, Jason, and Tim were Bruce’s adopted sons (and he loves and worries about them so much) and I’ve even come to love every one of them, especially Damian. Bruce had told me Damian’s mother had left him with Bruce, and even though Damian had been arrogant, rude, and sometimes defensive, he’s come to respect me and even likes me hanging around the manor as long as I don’t steal his father most of the time.

And being close to all of them, I see Bruce has made a wonderful family, and I envy almost everything about that.

I even know Alfred. He’s a one real son of a bitch who doesn’t put up with Bruce either.

But the way Bruce is speaking of me kindly is starting to freak me out. I was never one to receive compliments or kindness before.

I decide to change the subject quickly. We both serve ourselves our favorite appetizers and dig in.

“So, what are your sons doing tonight? Causing trouble or just lounging around the manor?” I ask, with a small smile.

But Bruce seems to not realize what I did; unless he’s hiding it.

“Dick is probably out with Barbara. And I believe Jason, Tim, and Damian are bothering Alfred for their usual nighttime snacks,” Bruce replies, and then exhales heavily. “Y/N...I-I really need to talk to you and I just need you to listen.”

“Bruce...” I warn him. My heart already aches because I’ve been keeping a secret of my own and I finally realize what frightens me.

Bruce.

Bruce terrifies me.

Why?

Because I’m in love with him.

My mind flashes back to the memories of when Bruce tripped, and how everyone chucked at the Prince of Gotham, and how I helped him with a small smile on my face, because he took my breath away with his natural charm and handsome good looks. And when he showed up at my apartment with pizza and horror movies because I was too sick to leave and go out into the chilly rainstorm.

Or how when my younger sister got married, Bruce offered to be my “date” since he knew I couldn’t find a date in time. But he also showered the bride and groom with gifts and surprised my sister and my new brother-in-law with an amazing already paid honeymoon to Paris and Italy for an entire week! The whole night we spent dancing together, my head rested against his chest, and then I suddenly felt my heart beating inhumanly fast and slow at the same time.

Bruce’s hands remained on me the entire night. Just him touching me made me feel I was dancing on clouds the entire night.

Just the thought of Bruce makes me want to faint and fall because these feelings are scaring the shit out of me.

“Please listen to me, Y/N. I need to tell you what’s been going on in my head lately, because I don’t know how much longer I can keep it to myself,” Bruce begins, appearing more nervous than before. The usual confidence and smile on his face is now replaced with his eyes pleading for me to listen to him and his body is tense. “I-I don’t think I can keep pretending to be your best friend anymore. I can’t keep acting like I just want to be your friend. I can’t stick around anymore and see you date assholes who don’t know the real beautiful, kind, funny girl, you really are. Just the thought of you dating them makes me want to beat the shit out of them and possibly drop them off on a deserted island forever...okay that last part was supposed to be a joke, but I guess my sense of humor is different than most. Maybe I’m not kidding at all...”

I can feel my stomach hurt from this stressful situation. Bruce sees me eyeing the exit.

“Y/N, I-I love you. I love you so much that just saying these words isn’t common for me, because after all these years of meaningless dates, hookups, and reckless partying, I think I see why love is very rare. I didn’t think I would ever fall in love, and I even trained myself not to either. My parents were the true definition and example of love, and with them gone, I suppose I really let myself fall more into the darkness and isolation than I ever thought I could reach. But knowing you, you just showed up in my life as sunshine; just bursting with energy and life in a room when all my life I felt alone. W-what I’m really trying to say is, I want us to give us a chance.”

I slowly look up at him. I instantly felt betrayed, as if this is just a joke. “You...want to date me?” I barely whisper.

“Of course, Y/N. I’m serious about this,” Bruce says, appearing as if I’ve offended him and doubted him. He looks distraught and anxious. “I’m-I’m in love with you. I want us to be together. Official.”

When those words leave Bruce’s mouth, I suddenly realize, he’s NEVER, EVER said those words before. The words sound raw and rare; like a child speaking for the first time in their lives.

The thought of being close to a man like Bruce sends waves of paranoia and fright throughout my body. The last time I was intimate or even lying next to a man resulted in nightmares and fears of being hurt all over again.

I was just a child when my father and uncle would come home from work drunk, and how they would request my little sister and I to climb in bed with them. Being the oldest, I tried my hardest to protect my sister, and I ended up fighting them back; defending us from their violent drunken behavior.

Which always resulted with me getting hit, slapped, kicked, and thrown to the ground. Even though I eventually learned to fight back, I would always panic and feel defenseless until I fight back.

But it would always come down to that first hit to the face that would make every memory and nightmare come back to life for me.

I can just feel my father’s fist striking my mouth again.

The pain feels real again.

“How could you be in love with me if you don’t know a thing about me?” I ask. I realize I sound harsh and bitter.

“What?”

“Let me just say one thing, Bruce. You don’t really know me, because I only let you see what I want you to see,” I snap. I fill with sudden anger and pain. If only Bruce knew the real me. If only Bruce saw what kind of pathetic mess I am. “Unlike you, your life is Gotham’s most known story of your parent’s generosity, luxury, and their deaths. You don’t have to hide anything. I myself, have to hide a lot just so I don’t lose my mind and get locked up in Arkham and so I don’t lose those closest to me because I’m a walking, fucking time-bomb. Do you know how hard it is to put on a strong, brave, face even when I want to cry and show everyone how hurt I am and how much pain I go through each day?! You don’t because your life is fucking perfect, so why don’t you leave me alone and go find the perfect girl because I’m too damaged to love and fix!”

The pain, anger, and fear take over me. I knock all glasses of wine and plates of food off the table and I storm out, leaving a poor, terrified Bruce Wayne behind.

I’m rushing down the sidewalk to go far away, anywhere from here. The tears fall down my cheeks, and I start to hate myself even more for letting my past get the best of me.

After everything that’s happened, I don’t think I’m fully capable of being in love, in a serious relationship, married, having children, or just a family in general.

Only good people have that; the people who were never hurt or touched dangerously in their whole lives.

Just when I think I’m far away, Bruce manages to catch up to me by running VERY fast. He grabs my arm to stop me, and just that forceful touch awakens something within me: I go into defense mode to protect myself.

Just like all those years ago.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” I yell. My fist makes a hard connection to Bruce’s jaw; knocking him to the ground.

People around are watching us; gasping and pointing at us. Bruce looks up at me and holds his jaw. “Ow...”

I begin to breathe heavily before I begin to cry again. Bruce immediately gets back on his and comes to me.

“Y/N...please tell me what’s bothering you,” Bruce says softly. He doesn’t lie a hand on me, but he’s watching me intently.

“My past. I-I can’t seem to move forward without having to be dragged back every mile,” I answer quietly.

“Is this about your father and uncle?”

My eyes widen. I look up at him. “How did you-”

“You talk in your sleep. I’ve heard you have nightmares before, and after listening and lying beside you for some time, I put the pieces together. They abused you, and you tried to get out,” Bruce admits, before he sighs. “The reason why I never told you I knew about it is because I wasn’t sure if telling you was...appropriate, and considering you never made the attempt to tell me yourself. I just...didn’t want to cross a line and make you feel more pain, but I suppose I fucked up by not saying anything.”

“It’s not your fault. I always figured, ‘why bring it up if you’re just going back to past when you just want to be here’...in the present,” I mutter under my breath.

I think back on the times Bruce and I would fall asleep on his couch. After our movie nights, I would fall asleep on his arm and he would hold me until the morning came. Ever since then, the couch has been like a bed to us; the closest to a bed we’d ever share.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I didn’t know how much pain you’ve been in. But please let me help you,” Bruce begs, and reaches out to touch my hands but removes them quickly after what happened. “You don’t have to be alone during this time. Let me be there like you were there for me.”

“I’m never going to get better, Bruce. I have so many ugly scars, I could never be loved for who I am and what I've been through. After all this time, I thought I would be my best, but I ended up just getting worse. Maybe I should just give up and be at peace with myself for the first time in forever,” I whisper. “I’ll just keep trying again and again, because I don’t think there’s a reason to keep going forward, because I never will.”

Bruce’s mouth opens to speak, and the horror takes over his face when I find the little strength to stroll over to the street and walk into the fast driving cars in traffic in hopes of dying the quickest way possible.

A taxi is speeding down an open lane and is heading right for me. I stop in my tracks and look at the driver in hopes my past will never hurt me again.

Because I’ll be dead.

But strong arms pull me out of the way; knocking me and whoever saved me back onto the sidewalk. I’m on top of a big, hard body and the time I sit up to look down, I see Bruce, breathing hard.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Bruce asks me. He sits up as I stand up. Once he’s on his feet, he quickly removes us from the eyes of the public and we both head into an abandoned alleyway.

“I would have been okay, if you didn’t stop me,” I answer, slightly angry from him stopping me. “Why did you stop me, Bruce? Why can’t you just let me finally let go of everything?”

“Because if I lost you, I wouldn’t have a reason to go on either,” he says quietly. “Please don’t ever do that again. I-I can’t lose you. I need you in my life. I need you with me.”

“What about your sons? Alfred?”

“I love them, but I also love you too, Y/N. Dying...is never the answer. It’s darkness that you’re trying to escape, but no matter what, it will be with you forever. I’ve seen death, and I’ve also seen good people who allow the darkness and fear change them into people who could never be saved. I may not know everything that happened in your past, Y/N, but I know you’re stronger than you think you are. And you’re beautiful, Y/N. Everyone has ugly scars, including me. But if you managed to get this far in life, I would say that’s an accomplishment not many people can achieve,” Bruce says softly, before he finally holds my hands. I let him, and I let myself cry more. “Trust me, there were times I almost let my inner demons take over my life and emotions. I almost let go at a young age too. But then I have come to learn from an old friend that in every darkness, there’s light. You just have to find your light, and you’ll never be alone.”

I wipe my tears and smile up at him. “Alfred?” I ask.

“Yes, Alfred taught me that. Do you know who my light is?”

“Your sons? Alfred?”

“All of you,” Bruce answers.

“Even me? How?” I ask, completely shocked.

“Because after I met you, I...I felt normal. Human. I don’t have to try too hard with you, and I don’t have to put on a face of confidence and behave like I’m better than everyone. The playboy billionaire title doesn’t exist to me, because when I’m with you, I’m here with you, and that’s all that matters to me. I can laugh at stupid jokes. I can walk around in just a t-shirt and regular jeans around you. Hell, I can even talk shit about other celebrities with you. I can even tell you about my own nightmares, and how someday, I hope I really can make my parents proud of me. I trust you with all that and only you, Y/N,” Bruce reveals.

He finally takes the first step. Lowering his head to mine, he kisses me. Our lips connect like magnets, and the heat between us is hotter than hell, I believe. With one hand, Bruce holds my face gently, as the other holds my waist.

And for the first time in forever, I’m not afraid.

After Bruce pulls away, he looks down at me with a small smile. He pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I really care about you, Y/N. I love you, and if I have to wait a bit to be with you, then I’ll wait as long as I need to,” Bruce says.

“Thank you...for being patient with me and for just being there Bruce,” I say.

“I’ll always be here for you, because there’s nowhere else I rather be than be here with you, Y/N.”

“Same for me too,” I admit.

Bruce wraps an arm around me and leads me back to the restaurant. “How about pizza?” he asks curiously.

“And a movie?”

“Of course.”

“Will the boys be there?”

“Most likely but as soon as that movie ends, they’re gone. It’ll just be you, me, and my couch.”

I smile, a real smile that’s not forced for the first time in a long while. “I’d love that. I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“I know what you mean,” Bruce whispers to me. “Because all I want is you here with me.”

“And I’ll be here with you every day.”

Was it good? Let me know please! I’m used to smut and I think it’s safe to say that this fic was a challenge but a good one!

[ellana-ravenwood]

“Go away, you’re confusing my baby” - Bruce Wayne x Reader (x Clark Kent)

First, here are the fic where Thomas appears or is mentioned (just so you know who we are talking about : The Great Mall adventure, Master of Diaper, Shaky steps and bad teaching and Polichinelle, you can find all those pics on my master list blog : ella-ravenwood-archives, I can unfortunately not link them anymore because of Tumblr who now makes posts with links not appear whenever you search the tags in the search bar. Second, this fic was inspired by an ask I received that said : “Because of their blue eyes and black hair Bruce and Clark could be mistaken for brothers maybe even twins if no one knew. Has Thomas ever been not sure which one was his dad and cries in frustration.”. I loved the idea so much I ended up writing this so..hope you’ll like it, and as usual, feedbacks are MORE than welcome : 

You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives

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There was a time, years and years ago, when you first started to date Bruce, where you occasionally used to be a tiny bit confused about something.

Nowadays of course, it seemed ridiculous to you, but in the past...It was a genuine mistake. 

After all, they look so much like each others !  And the worst thing is ? They don’t seem to realize it at all...

And yet your now husband Bruce Wayne, and his best friend Clark Kent, shared crazy physical similarities. You weren’t the only one who got confused.

Lois admitted to you that she did too, the first time she met Bruce (she thought it was Clark without his glasses)...And oh the number of times there were pictures of Clark in the paper under the title “Billionaire Bruce Wayne dresses like a commoner and visits Metropolis” (how rude, by the way) was countless ! 

Of course, if you’d pay just a little bit attention, you’d realize very quickly that they are different men. Bruce’s hair were better kept, less disheveled. He didn’t wear glasses, and he was...half an inch smaller. Other than that, dark hair, blue eyes, well build, they really looked like twins at times.

But if you don’t know them and they’re next to each others, it’s genuinely difficult to know who’s who. Or at least, if you thought they were brothers, no one would think you were being stupid. 

Yup, back in the days those similarities plunged you in a few awkward situations. Oh man. So awkward. 

At the top of your head, you can think of that time, at the Kent farm (you and Bruce would often be invited over there...It was a nice change of pace from Gotham and though you had to drag your then boyfriend often, it always ended up being utterly relaxing and nice), you went to who you thought was Bruce, but in fact was Clark, and wrapped your arms around his torso lovingly...just for him to turn around, as red as a tomato, and being all like “I think you got the wrong person (Y/N)”. 

Of course, you withdrew very quickly, and both of you swore to never talk about this to Bruce, or he would never let it go...He was already so jealous of Clark and the fact that you and him used to be a thing.

Nowadays, you knew how to differentiate them even if their back was in front of you...They looked the same like that, except for a tiny difference...Clark was half an inch taller. Oh and his hair were less tended to in the back. 

Another awkward moment that came to your head was that time, when Bruce introduced you to Clark and Lois (or rather, to Lois as you already knew Clark from before), and you and Lois got incredibly drunk and kinda went to kiss the wrong man...

You both went to the bathroom and came back to your very sober boyfriends and...You went to Clark, and Lois went to Bruce, and kissed them passionately. 

Bruce pushed Lois away in a matter of seconds, while Clark, too stunned to react, took a little bit longer...In fact, your lover had to take you away from his wide eyed stupid face for you to stop kissing him. 

And oh, you were so near from a diplomatic incident when both you and Lois said Bruce kissed better, even though Bruce didn’t even reciprocate his kiss to Lois (though, just like you and Clark, Bruce and Lois used to have a small fling, long ago, so maybe she was talking about those occurrences...). 

To this day, Clark is still a little vexed about the all ordeal. No matter how much Lois tells hims she was drunk and didn’t know any better...

Yes. 

The fact that your husband and his best friend look like brothers confused you a few times. 

Whenever you didn’t have a good look at them for example, not noticing the difference in clothes etc etc...If the place was a bit dark, if you weren’t in your normal state (aka drunk...or sad, or overly happy), if they had their back to you, if they looked  away and you couldn’t see their faces etc etc...At the beginning of your relationship with Bruce, when you couldn’t quite yet do a difference immediately just by looking a fraction of a second at them, and if they weren’t directly facing you etc etc...you used to mix the two quite a lot. 

So when your son, Thomas, started to get a bit confused about who exactly his dada was...You really couldn’t blame him. 

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It all started when he was about six months old, and was starting to recognize people for how they looked, and not just with their voice (when he was a tiny infant and couldn’t properly see yet, he used to smile by just hearing yours or Bruce’s voice, it was so cute). 

For some reason, the baby always smiled to Clark, even though his smiles would usually be reserved for his family members. 

Like, Damian thought instantly that it was suspicious, and bothered Superman so much to know what he was doing to his little brother, what was his trick to make him smile !?

Of course, Clark just said that Thomas probably just liked his face, recognized him as a friendly figure, that is all...Damian wasn’t buying it at all, and whenever the superhero was around his precious baby brother, he wouldn’t leave him out of his sight. Just in case. 

And you understood because even you thought it was a little odd. 

So far, whenever Thomas saw someone he didn’t know, he just kind of looked at them curiously, as if he was studying them, and his lips never twitched up a tiny bit. Not even when Jon tried to make silly faces at him, or when Lois sung him a lullaby. Not when Diana rocked him in her arms, or when Oliver tried to tickle him (Green Arrow took it very personally that the baby didn’t even flinch from his merciless tickling...but then he remembered he was the Batman’s son and everything was good again). 

Nope. 

He was only giving smiles to his dad, his mom, the one he would called “grandpa” (Alfred of course), and his brothers and sister. 

They didn’t even need to do anything, as soon as he recognized them, Thomas would just smile widely. 

Dick was peering his face above his crib ? He would smile and more often than not burst into cute laughter. And if his oldest brother would pick him up and do acrobatics with him (loving how his father would freak out), he wouldn’t be able to stop laughing ! 

Tim would come into his bedroom, late at night or very early in the morning, after patrol, when he couldn’t sleep and clearly his baby brother couldn’t either as he cried, and even though he was hungry or had a dirty diaper, Thomas would smile at his sibling while Tim would take care of him. 

Jason would put some music on (often classic rock...Thomas was VERY fond of Led Zeppelin and Queen apparently) and would slowly rock with him in his arms, and the baby would just keep smiling and cooing at his older brother happily. 

Damian would come to talk to him about anything (he read somewhere that treating a child “like an adult” or something, would help him develop better), and Thomas, though of course he wouldn’t understand much of what was going on, would just smile whenever his brother looked at him while talking, and would hold onto his pinky (his all hand wrapping around it because he was really tiny) thoughtfully (making Damian think his brother was a genius and could understand him ! Though most likely, there was something on his face that fascinated the baby). 

Thomas would just hear his father’s voice, and would instantly be happier, laughing and smiling...one of his favorite place was in dada’s arms, because he always felt safe and warm, and dada’s voice was so soothing, and his smiles were the best. 

And mama ? Oh, you just had to look in his general direction for him to excitedly move his arms and feet around and smile at you in a very charming way (surely his father’s son), begging for you to pick him up and cuddle. 

One of his favorite thing to do was to go around the mansion with Alfred, while the butler would clean the place, sometimes turning to his young master, who was calmly laying in a portable crib, telling him that he hoped later he would “clean after himself more than the rest of the family”, and wishing very hard that the smile that the baby was giving him meant that yes, he will.

And oh Cass ? His only sister was crazy about him, and it was reciprocal. If Thomas was crying for seemingly no reasons, out of frustration or anything like that, only Cassandra could cheer him up in a matter of seconds, by making silly faces at him. His laughter would always be so loud...

So it genuinely came as a surprise to all of you that Thomas would smile like that to Clark, even though he wasn’t that often around and such.  

That day, when your baby son started to smile widely at one of your best friend, your suspicions about why started to arise. Of course, you didn’t have enough proof yet, except maybe the fact that before he could see properly Thomas never smiled to Clark, but...You were pretty sure of your gut’s feeling. 

You didn’t tell Bruce though, because there was no need to “hurt” his feelings, or to make him jealous (in that way at least)...But you knew there would be a day where he’ll realize too that, the reason why his son smiles so much at his “Uncle Clark”, is because he thinks it’s his dad (which is also why whenever Clark starts to speak, the boy look a bit confused and scared, not recognizing his dada’s voice). 

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The day Bruce understood what was going on was when Thomas was about nine/ten months old. 

Clark came to pick Jon up after the boy slept over the Manor, having a “pyjama party” with Damian and a few other friends.

And the man just couldn’t resist to go see his little “nephew”. That baby was just so damn cute, and so happy all the time, it was hard to think it was really Bruce’s kid...Well, come to think of it, he took after your smile so ya know. 

Thomas was happily crawling around on the floor, a pacifier in his mouth, sometimes stopping to look at something that intrigued him (like that part of the ground that was soft and not the same color of the rest of the ground...later on, he learned that it was called a “carpet”, and man he loved carpets ! So comfy and funny !), when suddenly, he felt someone picking him up. 

The baby thought about protesting for a few seconds, as he was having so much fun exploring the living room ! But then his eyes met his father’s and Thomas instantly forgot about his fun being cut short to smile widely at his dada ! So wide in fact, that his beloved pacifier fell on the floor. 

But he didn’t care, because dada was there ! No need for a soothing pacifier when you can get the real deal of your father’s safe and warm arms, and great voice ! 

-I think he really likes you Clark, you’re the only one aside from Bruce and I, his siblings and Alfred, that he smiles like that to. 

Thomas giggles as he looks towards where his mom’s voice come from, and coo at her happily. She smiles back at him, and as usual, the baby boy just feel a swarm of calmness and happiness. 

That was cut short by an awful discovery. Something that shook his entire world ! What was that sorcery ?! 

From the living room’s door, his father came in. 

He knew it was dada because of the kiss he laid on his mommy’s forehead. 

But how could he be in his arms, if he was over there ! There was only one explanation possible...Thomas turned to face the man that was holding him, and confusion swarmed him. It was the same guy, right ? It was...dada ?

But dada was over there ! 

There’s a few seconds of silence where Thomas is looking between Clark and his dad, beyond confused, getting more and more frustrated because he couldn’t understand what was going on...And then. 

Then he realizes he’s not in daddy’s arms. 

Daddy is the one kissing mommy. 

And so his mouth slowly, oh so slowly, turns into a frown...And he starts crying like crazy. Scared. 

Bruce rushes towards his son and takes him from his friend’s arms, glaring at him as if he was the cause of his precious baby’s distress (and in a way, he was). 

Thomas instantly stops crying as he hears his dada’s voice. The real voice, the soothing and warm one. He grabs Bruce’s cheeks and...yes, that’s definitely dada. He smiles widely again, even laughing, out of relief.

You just witnessed all that and an idea you had walking in your head for a while now comes out of your mouth before you can think : 

-I think he got confused and thought Clark was you, my heart. I mean, this would explain a lot. 

Superman, who felt so bad because he doesn’t even know what he did to make the baby cry, says : 

-Oh you think ? Haha, that’s so cute. 

That would indeed explain a lot. Why the kid was always comfortable around him, but seemed to flinch a bit whenever he spoke, and such things. 

Bruce, holding his son tightly against his heart, stared daggers at Clark and said, trying to brush those allegations off as if nothing, but talking too fast so that you and Clark know he’s jealous : 

-Nonsense ! He knows who his father is ! 

You give your husband a mischievous smile he doesn’t like and say : 

-Let’s do a test. Tommy, is this dada ?

Thomas turns to the direction you show and...He sees Clark. 

Just like before, there’s a few floating seconds where he just stares at both men and...

In an instant, the little frown is back on his face, and he’s about to cry again, thinking he got somehow tricked once more and still isn’t in his dada’s arms, but Bruce’s voice resonates in the room. 

-Hey hey hey, everything is alright little one, Dada is here. 

Thomas turns to his father’s face, it still looks eerily similar to the other one over there but...maybe if he stops looking he’ll disappear ? Besides, this one has dada’s voice. 

It is dada. He’s sure of it, as Bruce speaks soothings words into his ear and softly stroke his back, kissing his forehead softly. 

Only dada did that. 

Thomas knows now he’s in the “right” dad’s arms and calms down, to the point that he falls asleep, his head resting on his father’s shoulder. 

Bruce gives a look to Clark that clearly means “MY son”, but doesn’t dare to speak in fear of waking up his boy. 

Both you and Superman are utterly amused at his reaction, as it’s clear he freaked out that his own child was not recognizing him...It was quite cute really. You exchange a look with Clark that shows all the friendship shared between the two of you, and shake your head slowly. 

Ah what a silly man you fell in love with. 

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By the time Thomas knows how to walk, you are sure that whenever Clark is around, he’s very confused as to who his father actually is. Every time, Bruce just starts to speak hurriedly and the boy realizes he’s the real dada, but still...it’s odd for him. 

It always makes you chuckle, same for your sons. But if there’s one that is not amused at all, it’s Bruce. 

He hates it, in fact. Thanks God Clark doesn’t come every day to the mansion. 

Today however, Bruce doesn’t think about that at all, as he’s spending some quality times with you and his youngest son. Lately, he has been very busy with some cases and barely saw you two...so he took a day off to enjoy your company. And oh it was well deserved. 

You were all chilling in one of the living room, when you decided to play hide and seek. You were helping Thomas find his father back. 

-Where’s dada Tommy ? Where'd he go ? 

Thomas, now almost two years old, looks at you with sparkles of intelligence in his eyes. Proudly he exclaims : 

-Dada ? ‘E sky ! Sky ! 

You can feel the smile crouching on your face as you realize what is about to happen, and even more when you hear, from behind the couch, your husband saying : “In...in the sky ?”. 

Bruce, crouching in a very un-Batman way behind the piece of furniture, also knows what’s going to happen, and he doesn’t like it one bit. You ask : 

-What is dada doing in the sky ? 

Thomas, sure of himself, answers : 

-Is ‘Uper’man ! 

You instantly start laughing way too loudly, as Bruce jumps out from behind the couch in one swift motion, and says, outraged : 

-Dada is NOT Superman !! 

This startles Thomas a bit because, where the Hell did Dada came from ?! 

But then he quickly smiles, as always when he sees his dad, and reaches his arms to him to get picked up. Bruce does so and then says : 

-Dada can’t go in the sky. 

Thomas is confused. He thinks for a few seconds and then thoughtfully asks : 

-Dada ‘owers b’oken ?

Bruce vehemently talks back : 

-No ! Dada doesn’t have powers ! 

Thomas is more confused than ever, while you’re still laughing and Bruce is vexed. 

Since when did Dada not have powers ? The boy is pretty sure he saw him on TV, flying ! And he also saw him with a different costume in Gotham, jumping from building to building, flying too with wings this time ! 

But the little one quickly forgets his troubles as he realizes his father is pouting, and seems unhappy. Thomas hates when his dada isn’t feeling well, and so he reaches for his cheeks, stroking it and smiling widely (it usually works to cheer dada up !). 

Bruce can’t resist and smiles back, of course. But it quickly turns back to a frown as you say to your son : 

-I understand your confusion baby, mama too had troubles differentiating them at first ! But let me tell you something, they don’t kiss the same. 

Bruce narrows his eyes at you, knowing exactly what you’re trying to do and yet still falling right into your trap, and says :

-What was that ?!

You smile innocently at him and say, falsely surprised : 

-What ? I didn’t say anything. 

Bruce gives you a look full of fiery passion that sends heat low in your body as he says : 

-Ooooh my love, when Thomas will go to bed, I’ll show you how better of a kisser I am. And I won’t kiss just your mouth. 

You blush slightly, even if you’re used to him telling you things like that. You’re almost waiting for your boy to say “eww”, but he’s too young yet to know what it means, and none of your other children are currently around. 

You laugh to hide your want, and kisses him fondly...

-Bah baaah, ewww ! 

A little voice exclaims, in between your bodies. 

Thomas. He’s not old enough to know about everything, to understands the words, but his siblings’ reaction to his parents kissing taught him that it wasn’t something nice and so he protests. 

You laugh some more and Bruce looks down to his son fondly. Damn he loved you and him so much. 

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Thomas is four years old and it’s his birthday party. 

The entire league is invited of course, and they all bring great presents (you take away the bow and arrow Oliver gave him though...at four years old, Thomas was already showing great abilities with those things and you didn’t want him to hurt himself or his brothers and sister). 

Your youngest son, as all of your other children really, is well beloved by your friends. Because he smiles so much, because he knows what he wants and doesn’t let people walk on his feet even though he’s still young (Barry still remembers when he teased him and took his action figure away, and how tiny Thomas tackled him, or tried to, and then proceeded to climb on him to get it back...). 

He was a good mix of you and Bruce. Physically, he really looked like his father at his age, except for the eyes, that were yours. Mentally ? He was a bit of both of you. A perfect mix. The best of both sides. Though he unfortunately inherited your stubbornness...It meant that he was double stubborn. Oh boy. 

But for now, he was just happily prancing around, playing with his siblings and his siblings’ friends (he was home schooled for now as his first day in kindergarten was awful...papparazis wouldn’t leave him alone, and one of the teacher even planned a “candid” photoshoot, letting them in the classroom...Thomas was quite a shy boy in environment he didn’t know, just like you, and he panicked and cried...When you saw the articles in the journal the next day, talking about how much of a brat he was with pictures of him terrified and crying because they were too many people around him, both you and Bruce decided to wait for him to be older to go back to school...therefor, his only friends were his siblings and his siblings’ friends, which was enough for him really, he loved them !). 

At some point during the day though, the boy ran to Clark. 

You saw him in the corner of your eyes. Bruce was in the kitchen, helping Alfred setting candles up and such, and you knew what was going to happen...

Once again, and for the hundredth time, your son was mixing up his father and “uncle”. 

A little ritual of his and your husband, was for Thomas to run and jump on his dad’s back. Bruce would then proceed to run around the house, being the perfect “horse”, and your son would laugh his ass off. So much that sometimes, he’d choke on his laugh (which usually meant the end of the game) 

And you saw, as your son was gathering some speed to be able to jump on his “father”. Only, it wasn’t his daddy. And when he jumped on him, Clark just jump in the air a bit and was surprised. 

Until he realized it was Thomas and just picked him up properly, not understanding why the boy was pouting. 

-Daddy, you’re suppose to be a horse. 

Lois was next to Clark and turned to you, nodding, telling you that yes...Yes you were right, once again, your son got confused. She was holding her laugh. 

Bruce chose that moment to come back, and when he saw his son in his best friend’s arms, he understood too. He trotted towards them and called for his boy : 

-Thomas, come, it’s almost time for your cake. 

Thomas jumped a little bit, startled. Why was his father’s voice coming from behind ?! But he wasn’t a small baby anymore, and he understood instantly what was happening. 

This wasn’t daddy, he realized that now, as he spotted the classes and the messy hair. It was uncle Clark ! And so the boy made a face that made you burst into laughter (like a mix of “oops” and “gotta go”, sprinkled with a bit of “this is embarrassing”), and wiggled his way out of his uncle’s arms (his dad taught him how to escape someone holding him against his will, and Clark was super surprised when one second the kid was in his arms, the other he was running towards his father...he didn’t even feel him slip away !). 

Thomas jumped in his daddy’s arms and gave him an apologetic look, knowing now how it kinda hurt him that he mixed him up with Clark...but they looked so much alike ! When he got excited, he couldn’t do a difference !

-Daddy isn’t Superman. You’re better than Superman. And you kiss better. Mommy said that. 

Bruce narrows his eyes at you as you choke because of how much you laugh, but you can’t help it. It’s just so cute. And so funny. And oh that kid was such a parrot ! He continued, because he wanted to make sure his daddy knew that he loved him more than he loved uncle Clark : 

-You’re also better at making lo...

-CAKE ! IT’S TIME FOR CAKE ! 

You yell, as you guessed what he was about to say. You swore to yourself to be more careful about what you say when your little one is around. He is truly a parrot ! Like a lot of four years old really... 

Bruce gives you an amused smile, utterly satisfied with your tinted cheeks. Karma. You hit his shoulder lightly as your son’s attention is drawn to the cake that Alfred and Damian are bringing in, and your husband smiles fondly at you, giving you a quick peck. 

Everyone comes closer to celebrate your boy’s fourth birthday.

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By the time Thomas reaches the age of eight, he finally almost never does a mistake anymore. Sometimes it happens. 

Either by genuine mistake, or just to piss his father off. 

Like that time, when he was almost twenty, and for some reasons his dad exchanged his costume with Clark...Thomas could clearly recognize his father nowadays, and yet, insisted on calling Superman “dad” all day, no matter how much both men corrected him. 

It made everyone laugh. Everyone, but Bruce. 

But it was a rare occasion nowadays.  

It took him a few years to not be confused anymore, but it finally happened. 

And oh the memories of baby him crying because he was frustrated because he just couldn’t recognize who his dada was, or of toddler him being so sure that Superman was his daddy, or even of young child him, always jumping on Clark thinking it was his dad, or calling out for him from afar only to realize it’s not Bruce...It always made you all laugh. 

Even Bruce, too be honest. 

He had to admit, he does look like Clark. 

And oh the souvenir of his baby’s face whenever he was utterly confused, the look of question in his eyes, and that cute little slowly building frown...it just made him feel warm and fuzzy. 

Damn he loved that boy. And he loved you too much for really taking to heart your teasing...besides, you never teased him to the point of actually hurting his feelings. 

In fact, it was you, who reassured him when he was freaking out about his son not even recognizing him. It was you rationalizing things and telling him that to his toddler’s eyes, you  just looked the same. But hey, whenever he started to speak, didn’t Thomas instantly recognize who his father was, and always jumped to him ? 

Oh you. What would Bruce do, without you in his life ? 

The End.  

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This was supposed to be a mini-fic, but I got carried away, as usual. I feel like it’s boring...did you find it boring ? Or like messy ? I don’t know. I wrote this very fast in a spur of inspiration so...Eh. Anyway. 

As usual, feedbacks are more than welcomed. See you soon with another story. Blah blah blah. Blah. The End. 

Just in case some of you don’t feel like they look a lot like each others (though I agree they have differences...Like their hair is different, and Clark is like, half of an inch taller..AHEM) : as kids, they looked like they could be brothers, for real. Same facial structures and such, again, the only difference is their clothes and their hair : 

Even people in their World confuse them. Here’s Clark, who “impersonates” Bruce (plus a sweet facepalm from Clarkie) : 

And here’s just a good ol’ Clark Kent ya know...Oh wait no, it’s Bruce, wearing glasses because why not : 

[lizartgurl]

I wish you would write a fic where Emma’s celebrates her first birthday at the manor

ANDI I LOVE THE NEW ICON IT’S MAGICAL

And this…this got way too long.

Mary and John Grayson were murdered on April 1, 2006. A little over a month later, on May fifteenth, Emma Mary Grasyon, her mother’s namesake, was supposed to celebrate her twelfth birthday in a place that was still strange, where the only family to celebrate with her was her little brother. Neither of them were in a mood for celebrating.

Emma woke up that morning with eight-year-old Richard snuggled against her, squeezing the life from his plush elephant, Zitka, named for their elephant friend from the Circus. She had been a “Welcome Home” gift from Mister Bruce, an attempt to make the vast and empty Wayne Manor feel more alive. 

Emma had lion of her own, named Simba. The circus had tigers, but not lions, so her little friend was named after the Lion King who also had to witness his father falling to his death. 

Emma tossed Simba across the room, he softly hit the door and fell to the floor as Alfred the Butler opened it.

“I assume Master Richard had another nightmare?” He asked quietly.

Emma nodded, slowly sitting up. Being called “master” or “miss” was still something she was getting used to.

“Then I will bring his uniform in here and make sure to keep the pancakes warm. I believe it would be best to let him sleep for now.”

“Yeah,” Emma agreed, and made her way over to the wide expanse of a vanity, brushing her back into a ponytail, just as she always did.

Alfred didn’t leave, dusting off Emma’s school uniform that had been pressed and set out on her desk chair the night before.

“Did you sleep quite well last night, Miss Emma?” He asked.

Emma snapped the elastic into place, “Just fine,” She assured him.

“If I may,” Alfred pulled a burgundy red ribbon from his pocket, carefully tying a bow around her ponytail.

“Happy Birthday, Miss Emma,” He gave the young girl a soft smile beneath his perfectly groomed mustache.

Emma made the effort to smile up at the old butler. “Thanks, Alfred.”

Thirty minutes later, Richard was running down the stairs, struggling to straighten out his school uniform as he sprinted to join Emma, Bruce, and little ‘Bella at the breakfast table.

“Morning, Champ,” Bruce said, not looking up from his paper. Emma noted that he was reading an article by Clark Kent, one of his friends, about the ridiculousness of the argument of “Batman versus Superman.”

“What’s he say?” Emma asked. Richard punctuated her question by piling tons of whipped cream onto his stack of pancakes, already drenched with syrup. Five-year-old Annabella watched Rick’s experiment of how high he could pile the cream before it fell over with wide brown eyes.

Mister Bruce grunted, “That Batman and Superman would work better together than fighting.”

Emma gave a “huh,” slowly chewing her strawberries and pancakes.

“I bet Superman would win.” She said, taking another bite. Bruce raised an eyebrow in her direction.

“No way!” Rick declared, already standing on his chair. “Batman has all those gadgets and stuff! And he’s smart! He’d find a way to stop Superman!”

“But why would they be fighting?” Annabella asked, forgoing the fork and eating her pancake with her bare hands. Alfred rushed forward with a damp cloth to stave off the syrup.

“That’s a good question, sweetheart,” Bruce leaned forward to kiss his daughter’s forehead, “But you are right, Richard, I bet Batman could take Superman down if he really had to.”

“Well,” Alfred interjected, “I happen to think that Superman could whip Batman’s tush if he so desired.”

Emma, Richard, and Annabella burst into laughter. As if Alfred’s accent weren’t already perfect, the way he said “tush” was still hilarious to a couple of kids.

“Okay, okay, I guess they probably wouldn’t be fighting in the first place,” Bruce stood up to help Alfred clear the dishes, “In fact, there’s been talk that they’re going to start a team with some of the other heroes.”

“Like Wonder Woman?” Emma gasped.

“And Flash?” Richard asked through a mouth of whipped cream.

“And the other heroes who helped them with that alien invasion a couple months ago. Now chew with your mouth closed, champ, and hurry up, we gotta get you two to school.

-

Middle School would have been absolute Tartarus for “charity project” Emma Grayson if it weren’t for Bette Kane, Bruce’s cousin and heir to her own fortune. Emma giggled as Bette stood up in the middle of social studies to give a five-minute rant about how the myth of Medusa was just a bunch of Greek men with their togas on too tight projecting all their fears onto a woman and how that was still evident in today’s society. The teacher was stone-faced for ten minutes while the class applauded her.

“Alfred told me it was your birthday, today, so I brought cupcakes!” Bette said at lunchtime. They were huddled in their own corner of the courtyard, no one was going to bother them here. There weren’t any candles allowed on school grounds, but Bette sang her the “happy birthday” rendition from Emperor’s New Groove, and Emma had another reason to laugh, though she regretted that the chocolate cupcakes Bette brought tasted nothing like Aunt Kayla’s birthday cakes.

Not even Rick had wished her a happy birthday, she sighed as the three Wayne children arrived home from school to an empty manor. Bella, still in kindergarten, ignored her homework in favor of the gardens, and since Rick was still in elementary school and summer break was fast approaching, he followed. Alfred went with them to supervise after making sure that Emma was content in the Manor’s library with a plate of milk and cookies. 

Emma soon abandoned her boring few assignments, scouring the shelves for anything interesting to read. Her eyes fell on a copy of “The Mask of Zorro,” novelization. It sounded only slightly more interesting than “Pride and Prejudice”, but it seemed that it didn’t want to come off the shelf. 

With a yank, she managed to pull the book forward, but not completely off the shelf. The floor beneath her feet shook, and that section of the shelf crawled forward, just enough that it could slide in front of another section.

Right behind the shelf was a cool, dark staircase, illuminated with tiny blue lights, curving down and out of sight.

She jumped back, unable to process this discovery, and a few minutes, the shelf returned to its proper position with a loud cranking noise.

She turned and ran from the library. 

Alfred was in the kitchen, patching Annabella’s knee, so Emma ran straight for Rick, lining up sticks and pebbles to create his own version of Gotham city.

“Richard! You gotta come see this, now!” It only took minimal dragging to get Rick all the way to the library, but a lot of cajoling to get him to stand right there and be patient while she found the right book. Then, he was the one dragging her down the stairs to see what was hidden at the bottom. Emma was the only one of them who noticed when the door shut behind them. With no apparent way out, she followed Rick to the bottom.

“Woah,” Rick gasped as the stairway opened up into a cavern. Stalactites still hung from the top, interspersed with small groups of annoyed, fluffy bats, but the stalagmites on the floor had been cleared for catwalks, computers, suits in display cases, a giant playing card, and a giant mechanical dinosaur, of all things.

“This is awesome!” Rick shouted to make his voice echo with the dripping water.

Emma had a sneaking suspicion that they shouldn’t be there, and tried to back up, only to run into a wall. But it wasn’t a wall. She turned, and it was Bruce, glaring down at the both of them, arms crossed over a giant, black, Batman symbol on his chest.

“You’re him,” she squeaked. 

“Batman!” Rick gasped. 

Bruce just sighed, “I didn’t think you would be home from school yet. Get back upstairs, both of you.”

“What? Why?” Rick whined.

“Because I’m Batman, and I said so.” Bruce growled.

Richard glared at Batman’s cape as he sashayed away, confident that was enough to make them obey.

“You can’t make me, you’re not my dad!” He ducked under Bruce’s arm and swung from one catwalk to the next, deftly balancing on the rails as he rain, taking shortcuts a grown man like Bruce couldn’t hope to achieve, even if he was Batman.

As out-of-place as she felt, Emma was curious, about the cave, and about her foster father being Batman. He had been there the night that her family died. Why didn’t he save them? Batman was supposed to be a detective, wasn’t he? So why didn’t he stop Mister Zucco? 

Inflamed by a sudden bout of anger, Emma leaped up onto the railing, copying Richard as she ran after Bruce. She landed on his cape for a moment, enough to distract him from grabbing Rick, and then leave him confused over which child to catch first. That gave her enough of a lead to make it to his giant computer.

Bruce caught Richard fairly quickly, a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder as he steered him to where his sister was waiting, but not quite hiding. He was a little ticked to find Emma sitting in his favorite chair- the only chair in his hideout, as a matter of fact- in front of the computer, eyes narrowed and arms folded tightly.

“You know where Zucco is,” She accused coldly, the GPS on display for all to see on the screen behind her.

Bruce couldn’t find an answer as Richard looked up to him, shocked and hurt.

“You were there that night,” Emma stood up, rigid and shaking, “You could have stopped him, and you didn’t. And now Mami, Tati, Aunt Kayla, and Jonny are dead, and Uncle Joseph is paralyzed for life.”

“You’re right,” Bruce admitted, which surprised both Graysons, “I could have stopped Zucco and his men, and I didn’t. I doubted that Zucco would do something so bold in plain sight, and it cost your family their lives.”

Emma’s eyes stung and Bruce released his grip on Richard and took her by the shoulders, kneeling in front of her. “That’s why I took you two in, because I know what it’s like to lose your family, and because I promised myself that I was going to stop Zucco from ever doing something like this again.

Richard sniffed loudly, and Emma wiped her own tears with the hem of her school jacket. “Let us help you,” She begged.

“No,” Bruce said with finality. He stood up, pulling Batman’s familiar cowl over his face. “You two stay here. I’ll take down Zucco and be back in time to tuck the two of you and Annabella into bed.”

Still, Emma and Richard persisted, following him down to the “Bat-Mobile, waiting on a rotating platform to shoot off in any direction at a moment’s notice. 

“You two can’t get involved with this,” Bruce insisted, “It’s too dangerous.”

“So was the acrobatics we did at Haly’s.” Emma huffed.

“No. Now get upstairs before I call Alfred,” the top of the Bat-mobile slammed shut, and shot off through the waterfall that concealed the cave’s entrance from the rest of Gotham.

Emma’s hands shook. She didn’t care if Bruce was really batman or Wonder Woman or whatever. Tony Zucco had killed her parents, and she wasn’t going to stand by and let him hurt anyone else, either.

“Emma,” Richard said quietly, “Do you know where Alfred put our old costumes?”

Emma knew her little brother was thinking what she was, and as she grinned at him, her eyes landed on a couple spare masks and sheets of kevlar, just big enough to be called a cape.

-

Batman caught Zucco and his men breaking into the Graysons belonging left in storage under Joseph Grayson’s name. When he woke up, he was strapped to a spinning target on the grounds previously occupied by Haly’s circus. You could still see some of the darkened dirt where the Graysons had fallen. Zucco was throwing knives at him with reckless abandon, while his men watched and laughed. 

“Look out, Batman!” Zucco cackled. Another knife flew through the air, aimed for his heart, but something knocked it to the ground. A dull batarang, one he’d left behind at the cave for Alfred to sharpen.

“Excellent shot, Miss Grayson,” Alfred’s voice manifested over his comms a moment later, as one of Zucco’s thugs had his feet yanked out from beneath him, and another was struck with a batarang to the shoulder.

“Alfred,” Bruce growled so that Zucco couldn’t heard over the sudden commotion.

“I’m afraid that they insisted, as you typically do,” Alfred quipped. “And I can’t very well quarantine all three children in the house at once.”

Bruce rolled his eyes as Emma Grayson, golden wings splayed across her red tunic top, eyes hidden behind a mask, and protected by a yellow skein of kevlar, sliced away the rope holding back his hands.

“Thank you,” He grunted, crouching to the ground. His belt had been stolen, but he grabbed a knife from the target board. With a flick of his wrist, it knocked the fedora clean off Zucco’s head.

Out of Batarangs, Richard and Emma each grabbed a couple knives that had nearly killed Batman to fend off the thugs that were now running at them.

Then Emma saw the gold dangling from Zucco’s pocket. Her mother’s necklace, a robin on a branch, made from solid gold. A Wedding present from John to Mary. She screamed with fury, using her knife to slice the hand Zucco was using to reach inside his coat for another knife. She went for his face next, but it was Batman who grabbed her wrist, blocking her from Zucco, who lay whimpering on the ground.

“He deserves it!” She spat, “He killed them!” 

Bruce kicked Zucco in the face with his heavy boots, down for the count as he gripped Emma’s arms tightly.

“It isn’t up to us to decide who lives and who dies. That’s how they think,” He nodded to Zucco, then to his men, who had been casually taken out by a few easy flips from junior acrobat Rick.

“Emma,” Bruce tried again when she refused to look him in the eyes. “Would your parents want you yo give in to your anger, to go down a path that’s very hard to return from, just for them?”

Lip trembling, Emma shook her head, and threw her arms around Bruce, sobbing. Rick joined them a moment later, also crying. 

They watched from a distance a few minutes later, as Commissioner Gordon arrived to arrest Zucco’s gang for murder, and thievery. Emma absently traced a heart in the dirt with her toe, holding Richard’s hand.

“I’m proud of you,” Bruce said as the police caravan drove away, “Both of you.”

He drew something from the pouch of his retrieved utility belt. “I believe that this belongs to you,” He held out Mary Grayson’s robin necklace to Emma, securing it around her neck.

“Happy Birthday, Emma.”

[bluboothalassophile]

Could you do a fic where Raven and Jason are deciding who to invite to there wedding and they get an unexpected guests or guests

Hello,

I don’t know if this turned out how you want, but I had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it! =)

Families of the Bride & Groom…

“Okay, so you have the Bats, I got Harley & Ivy,” Ravensaid.

“We’ll keep them separate,” Jason suggested.

“Mmm, which of us is getting Constantine?” Raven askedlooking up from the guest list. She and Jason had sorted out the guest list oftheir wedding weeks ago. Somethings were obvious, like the Bats were Jason’s family,Roy his best man; she had Harley, Ivy, Victor, and her family.

Others were a bit more challenging, like Constantine. Constantinewas like Jason’s uncle, and he was like her dad. No, Constantine wasn’t givingher away; that honor went to Victor Stone. Still, Jason and she had friends insimilar circles.

“You get him, he’s your dad,” Jason said.

“Are you sure, I mean, I know how much he means to you,”Raven pointed out.

“Yeah, I get Chas though,” Jason decided. “Zed already toldme; way before I even met you, how my wedding would be divided,” he shrugged.

“She didn’t leave you a master list, did she?” Raven asked.

“No, because I laughed at the mere thought of gettinghitched. When I asked who would be dumb enough to marry me, she threw hersketch pad at my head. She also told me I wasn’t marrying an idiot,” hegrumbled.

She smirked. “Zed at least knew I wasn’t an idiot.”

“Are you kidding little bird, pretty sure she saw you comingleagues away before we even crossed paths,” Jason chuckled looking wistful. “Soyeah, I was never getting Constantine, I get Chas.”

“Alright, maybe he and Vic can sort out who’s giving meaway,” Raven decided.

“Good luck,” he snorted.

She groaned as her head rested on the table. At theinsistence of her aunt, her uncle, and her grandfather, this wedding had turnedinto a circus event. A big Catholic wedding (Of course this was after Damian hadspilled the beans on her and Jason’s original wedding plans. So now they werehaving a family wedding at Uncle Jack’s insistence it was going to be a CatholicCeremony, else it’d be Jewish, at Alan’s insistence; Raven had found the middleground by just saying, Catholic wedding, Jewish party), Lucifer was paying, andhe had even selected the church. Yes, God was invited to this wedding, thoughRaven was praying he didn’t show.

“So, I have; Alice, Jack, Alan, Mary-Beth, Billy, Jessica,Mazikeen, Lucifer, Gabriel, Amenadiel, Azrael, Timmy, Teether, Melvin, Harley,Ivy, Constantine, and Vic; think God shall smite us or come to the wedding?”Raven said looking up from the papers.

“If he shows I’m punching him.”

She snorted, “Luci will probably pay money to see that.”

“You got them, I got Alfred, B, Cat, Dick, Mar'i, Jake, Tim,Steph, Cass, Babs, Duke, Damian, Terry, Helena, Roy, Lian, Chas, Artemis, Bizarro,Kyle, Donna,” he started.

“No, you can’t have Donna,” Raven said looking at her list. “Donna’smy maid of honor, you know, because…” she shrugged.

“Ah, right,” he nodded.

“You want Linda?”

“No, Linda’s with Lucifer, you have Linda,” he said.

“Hm… how about Garfield?”

“No.”

“He’s coming to the wedding.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s my friend.”

“He’s an ex!”

“Jason, two words: Rose Wilson!”

“So not even close to the same thing,” he muttered.

“You invited Rose, she invited Joe, and if you can have RoseI’d like Gar there.”

“Fine you can have Garfield,” he sighed.

“And Garth.”

“Why don’t we just invite the entire hero and villain community,shut off this list debate?” Jason suggested.

“No!”

“This was so much easier before we had to have a wedding!” Jasongroaned.

Raven sighed in agreement. Because their plan was simple,they would take a few family and friends to the courthouse, get married, thenhave the party with friends and family. Apparently though, that wasn’t allowedwith Damian Wayne; nope, the little Arabian Prince had gone overboard andannounced that this union would be proper with all the family there. No one inthe Bats had seen Damian so insistent on that point; honestly, he was the lastperson anyone expected to care about this matter.

Their door was thrown open which had Raven and Jason lookingup as Damian walked in, he was looking mighty haughty about something. Whichhad her eyes narrowing.

“I see you are going over the reservations for the guests,”he deduced.

“I hate this, what was wrong with our wedding plans!?” Ravendemanded sharply.

“Too simplistic, and this is a long awaited union.” The teensnapped with an authority he didn’t have.

“What Wait!?” Jason and she shouted. It wasn’t like theywere Bruce and Selina who had danced around each other for decades! And she andJason hadn’t been ducking each other, they were just friends first. The datingthing was a fluke that had accidentally worked out to this point. But the demonspawn (not her) had decided they needed a wedding; a big wedding since Jason proposed.

“You two imbeciles had avoid this for years,” Damian snapped.

Raven glared at him.

“Now, I came to request that I be allowed a plus one,” hestated.

“And who are you inviting!?’ Jason sputtered.

“A date.”

“Who!?”

“You will have to see, but as father said I was too young Icouldn’t have a plus one, so I have come to ask that you adjust the plans.” Damianlooked a bit bashful then.

Jason groaned as his head fell back. “Fine, fuck, fine!”

No shenanigans at this wedding Damian,” Raven warned.

“I would never!” he sputtered. Raven rolled her eyes.

“So, this plus one, add it to your side of the aisle Jay,”Raven decided.

“Why couldn’t you just take the Bats? They like you more,”he grumbled.

“You want Lucifer?”

“I’ll take the Bats.”

“I thought as much,” she sighed.

“You two have not finished the guest list?” Damian scowled.

“We’re at the divide and conquer phase of this,” Jason countered.

“Tt, should have finished this weeks ago,” he chided.

“You are welcome to sort this out for us!” Raven snapped.

He actually balked before hurrying out of the apartment.

“So, I got the demon spawn’s plus one, do you have God onyour side or not?”

“Yeah, I’ll take God if He shows. And damn that sounds weird.”

“The Supers, why are we inviting the Supers?”

“The same reasons the Flash and Arrows are coming,” Raven answereddryly.

“Fuck this was easier when it was just you and me to thecourthouse.”

[secondgenerationnerd]

Mother Knows Best

Author’s notes: Another SpeedDemon fic? Say it ain’t so. I’m kidding. Can’t remember why I decided to write this aside from causing my bestie @girlwonder123x some pain (love you!). I also reference a few stories on @dctinytitans so you should totally check them out! (next Fic is gonna be a Lian Harper fic)

Rating: M for swearing and violence.

Words: 4606

         “Ok, lightning bug,” Irey reaches into her daughter’s crib,” Mama’s here. I gotcha.”

         Irey speaks softly, mostly about nothing, as she changes the five-month-old. Asha looks up at her mother, looking every bit like her father except for those dazzling green eyes, babbling and gurgling to herself. Irey smiles. She tickles the little girl, filling the room with giggles,” Someone’s in a good mood. You wanna see if Baba’s up? Huh? You wanna talk to Baba?”

         Asha snuggles up to her mother as they go to the living room. Irey makes a list of things she needs to do as she settles on the couch, pulling her nursing bra to the side. Asha latches on easily, long lashes fluttering shut. Irey looks down at her daughter with so much love. Breastfeeding is one of the things she’s loved most about being a mom. The health benefits and science behind it she loves, but being able to hold her baby, bonding with her this way is something she will never take for granted. After all, It’s something she never thought she would get.

         When Irey and her twin brother, Jai, were 13, they’d been told that they have a very low chance of ever having kids. This was due to the stress their powers put on their bodies, as they had to produce more ATP and there had been more science babble that Irey heard but didn’t process. At 13, she knew at some point she wanted a family, but not now. It didn’t really hit her until she was 17 and she had been dating Damian a while. They’d been cuddling on her bed, talking about nothing in particular. It just hit her how much she wanted to grow old and have a family with him. And how that might not happen.

         When Irey found out she was pregnant, she straight up called her doctor a liar. He did three different pregnancy tests, two in front of her face. She still couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t until that first ultrasound, where she heard Asha’s heartbeat for the first time, that it hit her. She was having a baby. The baby now nestled in her arms, contently nursing.

         Irey takes another minute to just be with her daughter before grabbing her communicator. She can’t exactly call Damian’s cell phone, but the process of getting in touch with him on the communicators is a pain in the ass. She has to request it, hope to whatever is out there that he’s available to talk and has service, and, even then, it’s not like they can really talk because it’s being recorded. Irey rolls her eyes as she selects Robin V (His brothers and Steph don’t even use the damn names anymore) and waits, her eyes drifting around the room. She smiles at a picture on the mantle. Damian and Irey are maybe 11 and curled up together in an oversized armchair. They were in the Wayne Manor library. Damian’s arm had found its way around her, holding her loosely. Irey, on the other hand, had both arms around his waist and her face practically buried in his neck, cuddling him like he was a teddy bear. You’d never know two seconds later he was punching Dick in the face.

         That had been the day they met. Her dad needed to talk to Dick (who she has long since stopped calling Uncle Dick because it was too weird) about something, and Damian was saddled with her. Damian had been an asshole towards her. He’s the first to admit it, but things got better as the day went on. He’d gotten her a rose from the garden after finding her crying there. He ended up reading Hamlet to her. Irey, to this day, still has no idea how they ended up cuddling in the photo. She just remembers feeling warm and Damian’s smooth voice reading the words she doesn’t quite understand.

         “Hello, my beautiful flower,” Irey looks at her communicator’s screen. Her heart soars at the sight of Damian. He looks like hell. Dark hair messy, dirt and sweat cover his face, showing her where his mask had been, a bruise starting to form on his cheek up towards his forehead. Irey beams, thinking he’s never looked more handsome.

         “Hey, babe,” Irey adjusts herself as Asha finishes feeding,” We miss you.”

         “Miss you too. I don’t like being away from my girls,” Damian smiles,” How are you?”

         “Well, not tracking a drug cartel in Guatemala, but I can’t complain,” Irey points the camera at Asha. The baby squeals at her father’s image, stretching her little fists out for him,” I think Asha misses her baba.”

         “Hi, Hayati,” Damian coos to his daughter,” I miss you so much. Baba loves you and can’t wait to see you tonight.”

         “Tonight?” Irey points the communicator back at her,” You all finished already?”

         “It’s been a week, Nuri,” he points out.

         “You’re working with Lian, Gar, and Bart. Forgive me for thinking the mission would last longer,” She teases. Damian smirks.

         “Why do you think I’m leading the team?” Irey snorts at this,” No, we finished yesterday. Father said to stick around til tonight, see if any more news comes our way. Then they’ll zeta us home.

         “I can’t wait to see you,” Irey gives him a smirk that sends a jolt of electricity down his spine,” I miss my fiancé. The bed is too big and cold without you.”

         “I’m sure we can warm it up,” Damian assures her with a wink,” Honestly, as much as I love you, Irey, it’s taken everything for me to not murder Bart. I can’t believe he’s related to you.”

         “I usually chalk it up to a future thing and leave it at that. Besides, your family isn’t much better.” Irey stands up, getting Asha a bottle of formula. Poor baby has her mother’s overactive metabolism. Irey sets the communicator on the counter, so she can still talk to him.

         “Fair enough,” Damian chuckles,” What do you two have planned for today?”

         Irey looks down at Asha, speaking in her baby voice,” Well, when it’s not 2:34 in the morning, Mama and Asha are going to get breakfast with Uncle Jai-Jai. Then we have to go to the doctor to get weighed. And if we’re still in a good mood, we’re gonna go grocery shopping and get yummy things to try; like bananas and strawberries and-“

         “You know,” A cool voice behind her interrupts,” If you speak to her like that, your daughter will grow up to be dimwitted.”

         Irey drops the bottle in her hand, whipping around. A woman looks at her. Dark brown hair, green eyes, caramel skin. Irey adjusts her grip on Asha, holding her as close to her chest as she can,” Talia.”

         “Irey?” Damian’s voice calls out. Irey uses a very tiny portion of her speed to grab the communicator so Damian can see her. She doesn’t dare use anymore or got too far, in fear of hurting Asha. Irey gasps when a dart hits her arm, barely missing her baby,” IREY?!”

         “Hello, my son,” Talia says coolly. Irey isn’t sure who recoils more at the words- her or Damian.

         “Damian,” Irey’s voice is firm,” I need you to hang up- “

         “N- “

         “Hang up and call the league.” Irey barks, not taking her eyes off of Talia. She feels different, slower. Whatever was in that dart must be neutralizing her powers. She growls,” What do you want?”

         “Can’t a grandmother come to see her granddaughter?” Talia moves towards her. Irey steps back, keeping her grip on Asha tight.

         “Stay. The. Hell. Away. From. My. Baby.” Irey spits. Talia smirks and it takes everything for Irey not to think of how much it looks like Damian’s.

         “You don’t scare me, speedster.”

         “I might not be scary, but I can be pretty fucking ruthless when it comes to my daughter’s safety.” Damian’s still watching, unable to move.

         “Who said it’s her safety you need to worry about?” Irey doesn’t have time to react as Talia pulls out a gun and fires at her. Just before Damian’s feed cuts out, he hears a crash and Asha crying…

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         Dick, Jason, Cass, and Tim are silent as they enter their little brother’s apartment. Normally, they would stop to look at some of the pictures on the wall, as Irey likes to switch them out. Now they stop because of the blood splatter on the wall and the trail on the floor. Jason kneels beside a streak and mouths fresh. While Cass and Tim clear the living room and kitchen, Jason and Dick check down the hall. They open doors along the way, waiting for someone to jump out at them. Nothing. They check the master bedroom, finding nothing but an unmade bed and a pile of laundry. The men jump at the sharp cry that comes from the only room yet to be cleared.

         Cass and Tim meet them outside Asha’s room. Cass mouths Home clear. They nod. Dick throws the door open. Asha wails from her crib, holding onto the railing. While the other three check the room, Dick picks up his niece,” Hey, hey, hey. You’re ok. I got you, pretty girl, I got you.”

         “Dick.” Tim flips on the light. The front of Asha’s purple pajamas is covered in blood. Tears cut trails in the splatters on her cheeks.

         “Jesus fucking Christ,” Jason picks up a note in her crib. SAVE MY MOMMY in crisp feminine letters. The siblings exchange a knowing glance. This wasn’t good. Dick bounces Asha, trying to calm her, as Jason grumbles,” Wally’s gonna blow a gasket. Damian’s gonna blow a gasket.”

         “Baby,” Cass holds her arms out to Dick,” Give me baby.”

         Dick gently passes Asha to Cass. The dancer moves around the room in quick, sharp steps. The same pattern over and over. Most babies would hate the movement. Most babies don’t have Irey West for a mother. Asha’s cries fade to hiccups as she rests in her aunt’s arms, looking around for her mother or father.

         “We need to get her somewhere safe,” Tim says. Dick nods, already grabbing the prepacked diaper bag that Irey kept on the rocking chair. He opens her drawers, looking for something warm for the baby to wear in the cold December night.

         “So…who wants to tell Damian his fiancée and the mother of his child has been kidnapped by his mother?” Jason asks. No one answers him. No one wants to answer.

         After making sure Asha is secured to Jason’s chest with three separate straps and bundled up as warm as possible, the group heads towards the Batcave. It takes almost an hour to get there as Jason avoids any rough roads. Asha sleeps the whole way. They head Damian screaming the minute they ride into the cave.

         “WHERE ARE THEY?!” He roars at Bruce, Clark, and Diana,” WHERE’S MY FAMILY?!”

         “Damian, you need to calm down,” Bruce’s voice is firm and even.

         “DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN I JUST SAW THE LOVE OF MY LIFE GET SHOT BY MY MOTHER WHILE HOLDING OUR CHILD!”

         Asha wakes up at the sounds of her father’s shouts. She wriggles against her uncle, not wanting him anymore. Jason quickly unhooks her.

         “Damian-“Dick begins.

         “WHAT?!” Damian whips around. Everyone, everyone, watches his shoulders relax and his eyes soften. They hear the breath he releases at the sight of his daughter. Asha holds her arms out to him, babbling and cooing. Damian runs to Jason, cape flying up behind him, and taking her from him. He holds her tight, kissing her dark curls over and over and over,” I’m here. Daddy’s here. You’re safe. I got you. Daddy’s got you. I got you.”

         He holds her tight, just reminding himself that she’s here and alive and safe. But then he takes a closer look. Little bits of blood still fleck her cheeks and neck. His heart stops,” Where’s Irey?”

         None of his siblings answer him. Dick is the only one to meet his eyes. Instead of answering, he hands his little brother the evidence bag with the note inside. As quickly as his demeanor had changed when he saw Asha, it changes again. All the light fades from his eyes and his face grow tight. Asha gurgles in her father’s arms, typically something that would make him smile at her. This time he doesn’t react. He doesn’t look at his daughter, instead handing her to Dick. Asha’s confused as her father walks away. She starts crying. Damian doesn’t react.

         “Where are you going?” Dick asks, trying to calm Asha. The baby cries harder, stretching her arms out for Damian.

         “To find Irey,” Damian, without a second thought, hops onto his old motorcycle. He rides away before anyone can say anything to him.  

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         Irey grits her teeth as the pain courses through her body. She won’t scream. Talia doesn’t get to hear her scream. Instead, Irey pulls on her chains. Why the fuck a church has a dungeon she’s not sure. Talia nods at her henchman, who cuts the electricity off. Irey releases a sharp breath.

         “I’m impressed,” Talia says, looking at Irey like a piece of meat,” I didn’t think you’d last this long.”

         “Fuck. You.” Irey growls. Her hair falls over her shoulders and into her eyes.

         Talia ignores this,” I suppose my son wouldn’t be attracted to someone weak. Though I still don’t see why he would choose you.”

         “Because I actually love him,” Irey doesn’t care if Talia knows it,” I love him and I love who he is- “

         “You stupid girl, you don’t know who he is- “

         “I know who you tried to turn him into. A cold-blooded killer who would never love anyone. Never let anyone in. And guess what, bitch? That isn’t Damian.” Irey can’t stop the cry of pain as Talia turns the electricity on again. Irey can tolerate more than a normal human, thank you speed force, but her muscles tighten until it feels like they’re ripping. She’s breathing heavily as the power cuts off.

         “I know my son better than some whore.” Talia’s words sting, but Irey meets her eyes.

         “I’m not a whore. I’m the love of his life, the mother of his child-“

         “A bastard-“

         “Just like her father.” Irey hates saying it, but technically it’s true,” But until her father, Asha will have a mother who loves her. Who will protect her. Who won’t ever use her like she’s just a pawn in a bigger game.”

         Talia slaps her across the face. Irey looks back at the older woman’s eyes, refusing to back down,” You think you scare me, bitch? I’m Irey West. I’ve been doing this shit since I was 10. There’s nothing you can do to me that I haven’t already been through.”

         “Maybe not you,” Talia’s fingernails dig into Irey’s cheeks,” But there’s a little girl I can still hurt.”

         Irey doesn’t recognize her voice through the anger and venom,” If you touch my daughter, I’ll shove my hand through your heart.”

         “My dear, there isn’t anything you can do to stop me-“

         “But there’s plenty I can do.” Both women look up. Damian stands in the doorway, blood on his uniform and his unsheathed katana. Irey relaxes at the sight of him,” Get away from her.”

         “Get him!” Talia shouts at the henchmen. Irey watches in horror as they attack Damian. But then she sees the cold look in his eyes. No.

         Damian doesn’t hesitate to kill the men, slicing them down as if they are inconveniences. No mercy, no pausing. Just killing. It’s just her, Talia, and Damian a minute later. Talia seems shocked,” I thought you weren’t supposed to kill.”

         “Doesn’t mean I can’t. I will say this one more time. Get. Away. From. Irey.” He snarls. Talia looks between Irey and Damian. Reaching into her pocket, she holds up a switch.

         “Unless I walk out of here, Asha will never see her mother again.” Damian looks between his mother and Irey. Irey can see some light come back into his eyes, see her Damian returning.

         “I won’t hurt you,” Damian sheathes his katana. He slowly moves towards them. Talia backs away towards another door. Just as Damian reaches Irey, Talia flips the switch. Irey screams at the top of her lungs, her back arching and every nerve flaring in pain.

         She sees snippets of her life pass before her eyes. She’s helping her mom make pancakes. Her dad is reading Lord of the Rings to her and Jai. She’s learning to throw lightning. She’s jumping around her room. She’s dancing in her underwear. She’s kissing Damian for the first time, his hands on her waist, the rain hitting their skin. Lian is shouting in her ear as something explodes. Mar’i’s teaching her how to make a Tamaranian dish. Jon’s telling her about an article he’s working on. Damian’s pressing kisses to her skin, telling her how beautiful she is. She’s holding Asha for the first time. Damian is down on one knee, asking her to be his forever.

         The pain cuts off and Irey slumps forward. Everything hurts. Her lungs feel like they’ve been fried. Her vision is blurry. Damian is at her chains. He picks the locks with ease and grabs her before she can fall to the ground. She can hear his heart beating. She can feel his arms shaking.

         “Irey…” She nearly sobs at the gentle way he says her name. She looks up at him.

         “Let’s go home.” She whispers. He nods. Damian removes his cape, wrapping it around her. She doesn’t bother reminding him that she doesn’t get cold. Irey lets him pick her up, breathing in his scent. Underneath the sweat and dirt, she picks up the traces of his cinnamon cologne. This is her Damian. He’s hers. She just has to remind him of that.

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         Irey winces as Alfred dresses her shoulder. Whatever the dart had in it has yet to wear off. At least she has a cool new scar to show off.

         “I’m sorry, Miss Irey. Shouldn’t be much longer,” He assures her. Irey gives him a pained smile.

         “Would you believe me if I said giving birth to Asha with no painkillers hurt less than tonight?”

         “Miss Irey, you’ve sparred with Miss Mar’i before. I don’t doubt that you’ve faced worse pain in your life.” Irey laughs at this, then grabs her ribs,” Master Damian seems to be in a better mood.”

         “I saw him, Alfred. He went back to who he was before. Jason told me…He told me Asha was crying and Damian walked away from her.” Alfred finishes wrapping her shoulder.

         “Miss Irey, there are very few things in this world that we can change. Who Master Damian was before coming here is one of them.” Irey looks down,” However, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him act like that.”

         “Really?”

         “Yes. I believe the last time he gave into the darkness was about 5 years ago. After Miss Mar’i was nearly killed by her aunt.” For some reason this makes her feel a little better,” Miss Irey, if I may, Master Damian will never be free of those demons. No matter how much you might want to believe he could be, they are still there.”

         “I don’t know how to help him, Alfred.” She looks at the old butler,” I’m going to be his wife-“

         “Which means you, more than anyone else, have the privilege of knocking sense into his thick skull. Not an easy task as I’m sure you are aware of.”

         Irey laughs at this, ignoring the pain it causes her,” What would this family have done without you, Alfred Pennyworth?”

         “I do not believe the family would be as whole as they are. And a few of them would be missing limbs.” Irey laughs again. There’s a soft knock on the door,” It’s open.”

         Damian enters, holding a now sleeping Asha. He smiles at Irey. Irey sees his family at the doorway. She looks Alfred,” Can we have the room for a minute?”

         “Of course.” Alfred gathers his things and shoos the other’s away from the door. Damian sits on the bed with her.

         “How much trouble am I in?” He asks in Arabic. Both of them knew his family was probably listening right outside the door, but none of them spoke Arabic. Irey had learned it after they were dating.

         “Do you want me to answer honestly or sugar coat it?”

         “Honestly.”

         “Damian, you shut down. They told me Asha was crying, crying for you, and you ignored her. Not once, in her entire life, have you done that.” Irey looks down at their sleeping daughter. Asha’s curls are damp from her usual night sweats. She sucks on a baby bottle top. She’s content in her father’s arms,” I know what happened scared you. It scared me too. But things like this will happen in the future.”

         “You don’t know that-“

         “I know we both agreed that we would continue to be heroes. To set an example for Asha. To make the world a better, safer place for her to grow up in.”

         “How could it be a better place for her to grow up in if her mother isn’t there? How can I look our beautiful little girl in the eyes and promise I will never let anything bad happen to her when I couldn’t protect you? How can I possibly look her in the eyes if I have to tell her she will never hear you sing her to sleep or hold her or tell her you love her?”

         “Baby, I know you are scared. I don’t know what I would do if you died and I had to raise Asha by myself. But that’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried you will take all that hurt and anger and sadness and you’ll shut her out. You can’t do that. Not to Asha.”

         “Irey- “

         “I mean it, Damian. You cannot ignore Asha. No matter how much you are hurting. No matter how much you miss me. Asha needs you. She needs her father. She needs you to be there to wipe her tears away, patch up her skinned knees, fix her broken heart. She needs you to tell her stories about our old missions and how we fell in love. About the song you sang to me when you told me you had a crush on me. About our first kiss in the rain and the horrible head colds we had afterward. She needs you to chase the monsters away. She needs her daddy, especially if Mommy can’t be there.”

         Damian gives her a sad look,” I hate that my mother hurt you.”

         “Babe.” Irey kisses him. It’s soft and sad and longing,” What happened is not your fault. It’s hers. Only hers. You are not like her.”

         Damian tucks a strand of her fiery hair behind her ear,” I love you, Irey West. You are half my heart.”

         “I wonder who the other half is,” Irey presses a kiss to Asha’s forehead.

         “HAVE YOU TWO MADE UP YET?!” Jason yells. Irey laughs and Damian rolls his eyes.

         “Come on in, you guys,” Irey calls out. His family piles into the room. Damian scoots on the bed so he’s sitting beside her.

         “So the wedding still on?” Jason asks.

         “Todd, I swear to god-“

         “Actually,” Irey turns to Damian,” Can I see your ring?”

         Damian frowns, but hands over the obsidian engagement ring she’d given him two months ago. Irey’s own ring was at home. Irey turns to face him, holding one of his hands. Her eyes meet his, filled with love and awe,” Damian Wayne-Al Ghul, you are an impulsive man. You can be short tempered, bitter, broody-“

         “Have I mentioned how much I love this girl?” Jason asks. Dick shushes him.

         “There are a million things about you that I should hate. But I don’t. I don’t hate them, even though everyone keeps telling me I should.” Irey’s green eyes sparkle,” I meant what I said the first time I proposed. I’ve loved you since the day we met. You are my best friend, my rock, my confidant, my lightning rod. You have made me feel so beautiful and powerful and strong. Even though your mom is literally the worst mother-in-law ever, I still want to be your wife.”

         Damian beams at her. Irey holds up the ring and asks,” So, Damian Wayne-Al Ghul, do you still want to be my husband?”

         “Of course,” Damian laughs,” I have backed out yet.”

         Irey laughs and slips his ring back on,” Good because it would have been really awkward if you told me no in front of your family.”

         “We would have had to kick your ass,” Tim informs his little brother.

         “I think you mean try,” Irey says.

         “You have to take his side- “

         “Actually,” Irey turns to face the Batfam,” I decided to calculate who wins more often in a fight by reviewing old footage. Damian wins his fights against Tim 68% of the time, Jason 54%, Dick 77% of the time, and Cass 49.5% of the time. This means his odds of kicking your asses is about 62.125%”

         Damian grins at his brothers’ and sister’s stunned expressions,” She’s as smart as she is beautiful.”

         “I like you a lot less now,” Jason grunts.

         “What about Damian and Bruce?”

         “Insufficient information to draw a conclusion.” Irey grins,” You want to hear how likely he is to beat me in a fight?”

         The others roar with laughter, waking Asha. Irey gently takes the baby from Damian, shushing her. Asha looks up at her parents, specifically Damian. Then, clear as day, she exclaims,” Baba!”

         The other adults laugh while Damian and Irey look at each other stunned.

         “Bottle would be her first word,” Dick laughs.

         “She’s not saying bottle,” Damian’s trying very hard not to cry.

         “She said ‘baba’ that’s like universal baby talk for bottle,” Tim points out.

         “Baba,” Irey smiles at them,” means Daddy in Arabic. That’s what we call Damian at home. He’s Asha’s baba.”

         “Baba!” Asha smiles up at Damian,” Baba, baba, baba, baba…”

         “You know most infants aren’t actually talking around this time,” Tim informs them,” They just babble and we try to make sense of the gibberish-“

         Damian throws one of his hidden knives at Tim’s head. He misses, intentionally, but it shuts the older man up. The family decides to leave the young couple alone. Irey lays back, watching Damian as he coos to Asha in Arabic. His hands carefully caressing her curls and wiping drool from her chin. Irey smiles. This is her future.

         “I promise,” Damian says a little while later, Asha sleeping with her head on his shoulder. Irey looks at him, confused.

         “You promise what?”

         “I promise to not shut Asha out. If anything happens to you, I promise I won’t shut down. Or I’ll try at least.” Irey looks up at him, tears blurring her eyes.

         “Promise?”

         “Promise.” Damian pulls Irey close to him. She wraps her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face into his shirt. Damian listens as her breathing evens out and all the muscles in her body relax. This, this right here is heaven. His daughter sleeping on his chest and the love of his life at his side, both of them safe and loved and alive and with him.

         What more could he ask for?

[qorillas]

tagged by @latinsimonez! this was really fun to do lmao thank u for taggin me

answer 30 questions + tag 10 people you’d like to know better

-nicknames: ......i hesitate to inform you all of this but my uncle started calling me ‘the squish’ when i was a baby because i was so fat and now everyone on my mom’s side of the family calls me that more than they call me by my actual name. also sometimes people call me ari but not that often and my dad’s side of the family calls me arielita

-star sign: sad pisces binch

-gender: i’m a girl but. idk i’ve kinda been very slightly questioning it a little just to make sure? i’ve pretty much come to the conclusion that yup i’m a girl tho so 

-MBTI type: mainly infp, probably like 15% enfp because i get really excited when i’m around groups of people i love and Lose All Sense Of Boundaries. does that qualify me as enfp? i get tired being around most people tho so idk

-height: 5′5.5″ and yes the half inch COUNTS

-time: 10:41pm

-birthday: march 1. when i was little i couldn’t pronounce 1 correctly like i said “much fust” so everyone thought i was saying march 4 tho lmao 

-favorite bands: there’s this band called gorillaz i really like idk if anyone following me has heard of it tho :/// also phoenix, vampire weekend, the lumineers, glass animals, purity ring, young the giant, maroon 5, the beatles. i would die for ezra koenig and one time he liked something i tweeted at him and i cried for 10 minutes and my roommate took a video and made fun of me

-favorite solo artists: stromae, damon albarn, shawn wasabi, ingrid michaelson, childish gambino, nicki minaj, sohn, kanye west, lil wayne. gorillaz should collaborate with stromae also like i think they’d be good together

-song stuck in my head: ......the mii channel song but where each pause is uncomfortably long. yes i hate myself 

-last movie I watched: wonder woman like three months ago?? ? i like never go to the movies which is actually kind of a shame because going to the movies is one of my favorite things to do ever i know it’s like not that wild but i always get so excited wow i love movies

-last show I watched: rick and morty like the pickle rick episode. someone save morty and summer please i fucking hate beth

-other blogs: @ratqueenofficial is my main! also i have an art blog @ratqueenarts but i like never actually post there so. and i have multiple urls about antigone and about half mexican murdoc hoarded lmao

-when I created my blog: april 6 of this year but i made my main on new year’s eve because my friend came over so we could relaunch.......a semi-popular meme archiving blog whose name i’m not allowed to actually say because mods are a secret.........but anyway my old main had been around since 2013 and i wanted to start fresh so yeah

-what I post about: that son of a gun sure do love those gorillaz. also i post my own mediocre art and make shitposts and memes because i find myself hilarious and i write headcanons and am starting to do fics. but yeah it’s all centered around grillz, and sometimes like 1% damo but never hewll because. i don’t really like him lmao. i think my most common tag is murdoc and i know he sucks but i would fucking die for him in a heartbeat

-last thing I googled: ..........mii channel hip hop remix on youtube and i’ve had it on loop and my roommate hates me but. it’s a fucking bop okay don’t judge me

-following: 939

-followers: 1,233

-favorite color: yellow but like a Very Specific Yellow like strong golden yellow that one might be able to argue is actually orange but Bitch It Is Fucking Yellow (here it is) like half of everything i own is this color which was fun at first but one day i walked out of the house when it was raining and realized i was wearing yellow boots, a yellow raincoat, a yellow beanie, a yellow backpack and was holding a yellow umbrella and it was at that point that i realized that i had a Problem. my friends make fun of me for it rip

-average hours of sleep: half of the week it’s like 4 and half of the week it’s like 14 because of the ol’ depresh so i’m not actually sure at all. probably like 7 if i absolutely had to pick a number

-lucky number: 3

-instruments: classical piano (and i guess keyboard by extension) but i can’t sightread for shit (i’m good at playing by ear tho!), general percussion like bells and xylophone and marimba, i did tenor drum in marching band for like one year but i’m pretty horrible at non-mallet percussion lmao. also i had a vuvuzela for like two years but my roommate confiscated it because “vuvuzelas are not to be played at 3 in the morning, ariel” and anyway i don’t think it really counts

-what I’m wearing: glasses, black skinny jeans, my black x men sweatshirt that has like pictures of the vintage comic panels on it and yes i got it from hot topic don’t judge me for that i was like 14, dark blue baseball cap that says “best dad ever” across the front but i’m wearing it backwards because i’m cool. i got it for father’s day so that i could match with my grandpa

-how many blankets i sleep with: generally like 2 or 3 but at this point they’re all crumpled up at the bottom of the bed anyway so mainly just the big comforter and a throw blanket over that if it’s really cold

-dream jobs: oh man uhh. i used to think i wanted to be like a genetics/evolutionary biology professor and do research on evolution or cancer or hiv/aids and teach at like ucsf or something. or like work for nasa as an astrobiologist, or maybe work as a vet for a zoo. but now i don’t think i wanna do that anymore? to be quite honest if i could be 100% guaranteed whatever job i wanted i think i’d want to be a showrunner for an animated show on cartoon network or adult swim, like not something just with storyboards or animation, but like actually involved in the writing of the show. i’d love to write for a tv show on cartoon network or something like the office or brooklyn 99 or even a story-based video game, or maybe like do something where i get to just joke around and be funny all the time like what the mcelroys or game grumps do but. i have No Idea how to go about doing that and honestly i think jobs like that just happen to people randomly so it’s not really like, a Secure Job Option To Pursue. but i really hope somehow i end up doing something like that. i just wanna do something where i can create something meaningful that i’m proud of and see people connecting with it and feeling happy and inspired and less alone because of it, and maybe liking it so much a fandom or something grows around it. i’d be so fucking happy if that happened. 

-dream trip: i really want to go to new york with my jewish grandparents and see where they grew up and all the places they lived so i can finally experience all the places i’ve heard so many stories about? same thing with my abuelitos like i wanna go to mexicali with them or mérida in the yucatán and just see where they came from and where all their stories happened and meet all the relatives that they left behind when they came to the united states. also i think going to like, denmark or england or germany would be really cool? my friend studied abroad in england this summer and her snapchat story was full of dogs and random cows and those are some good things. i would very much like to softly caress a gentle english cow they have beautiful eyes

-favourite food: kbbq? ? ?? Bitch I Love KBBQ. fuck now i want kbbq. also mangoes, and deli sandwiches from the deli by my temple, and jazz apples, and sugary coffee, and sweet corn tamales, and high mountain milk tea with taro qq but sharetea stopped selling taro qq and i’m still salty because of that. and raw lemons because i’m an inhuman monster. can you tell i’m hungry rip

-nationality: american (specifically born and raised californian even though i know that’s not really a nationality but i love california so much you guys im so glad it’s my home) edit: apparently people are puttin in their ethnicities too on this?? ? i’m half american jewish which is. basically white lmao and half mexican idk i look super white tho im so pale rip

i tag @two-chi @drugstore-soulboy @murdoctrinated @murdochub @ephemeralprince @funeralshawls @astronomutual @maccamc @loboluchia @helloitsbees @grimdarkmatt @gorillahz @hewlll and i know that’s more than 10 but this is my house also like. if i tagged u and we Don’t Actually Talk it’s because i see u on my dash a lot and we’re mutuals and i think you’re Super Cool But I Am Too Shy To Actually Talk To You But Yeah I Think You’re Really Cool 

[easilydistractedandamused]

A small snippet from the fic I mentioned earlier

When he started to approach from the backyard by sheer habit, he could see Darla and Freddy making abort mission gestures at him from his room and slipped back into the front yard, wondering why they would ever watch his back like that. But again, if Social Workers had shown up, they probably wouldn’t like to find out that Billy likes to climb in and out from the window, so he opened the front door.

“Hey, I’m back,” he said putting on his best innocent smile. “What’s going on?” he asked when he saw the social workers and the Vasquez's were looking away, biting their lips. For one brief moment, he wondered if it was happening now, if they finally got fed up with him.

“Billy,” Sandra, the social worker, said gently. “We have some...interesting news. Your uncle contacted us, apparently his health has improved enough for him to take you in again,” she said.

“So...I’m being moved, again?” he asked, unable to help himself as he looked at her with hurt blue eyes. He liked the Vasquez’s, even if he didn’t admit it. Darla and Freddy were family, they knew about him being Shazam and only Victor knew about that. Just because he was a jerk to them didn’t change any of that.

“Oh, Billy,” she said cupping his face with her hand as she knelt down so they were eye to eye level. “I’m sure the Vasquez’s will be more than happy enough to let you come back if your uncle’s health takes a turn for the worse again,” she said trying to make him feel better.

As the social worker assigned to his case, Sandra knew how Billy worked, she knew how he thought. She knew that each time he was moved, it took a chunk from the armor he had built up, making him angrier and angrier.

Even though I'm not really fond of the new 52 Billy Batson (though my experience with the comics is brief, only reading Darkside War? I think? where he gets new godly powers and talks to the Gods at the Source. The only other Comic I read was Shazam! Secret Society of evil) and I prefer Billy in Young Justice where he's the sweet innocent kid that somehow sees the good in everything no matter how many times he's beaten down because that was the appeal in the first place, but I feel like I understand new 52 Billy as well. Or at least, well enough to write him, because this also takes place later in the exact same chapter after he finds out from his Uncle Ebenezer that his father wasn't his actual father.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he demanded. “I’ve already written Wayne, he’s already coming down here!” he yelled, starting to stand on his spindly little legs

“To be with people that actually care about me,” he responded, door slamming shut behind him. “God, I can’t believe I ever let myself think that he actually changed,” he said to himself as he walked down the streets. This is what happens when you give some people second chances, Billy knew, to give the benefit of the doubt. Almost every time, you got burned.

One day, he was going to learn his lesson and stop having so much faith. But, a small secretive part of him couldn’t help but think, that’s probably also the day that he’ll lose his faith in humanity and become like Black Adam.

Because I feel like Billy does trust people, deep down he is that kid we all fell in love with. He keeps trying to find the good in people and keeps getting burned and no matter how many times he tries to stop it, to stop trusting so easily, he keeps getting hurt and he's tired of it.

I feel like he's a jerk to keep people at an emotional distance, so it doesn't hurt him as much when people leave him. That, because he's been moved around in Foster Care so much, he doesn't consider them a family outright because he's afraid they'll get tired and leave him like everyone else in his life has.

Yes, this Billy Batson has his rough edges, it's the only way he think he can protect himself because in the few comics I've read (I started to read the Justice League comics and did come across the part of Billy becoming Shazam) when he tells the wizard no one is good, that good people are dragged down to bad people's levels (it was awhile ago so my memory is fuzzy right now) it was from his own experience. He had been good, and he'd been dragged down. The Wizard realized this, and maybe Vic realizes this too when he gets to know The Kid That Stole his Jersey some more.

He recognizes a lot of what Billy does is a defense mechanism, that nothing is ever as it seems with him and Darla and Freddy realize this too (but they literally live with the guy, so they get really frustrated with him a lot because he says things that hurt their feelings more then they're comfortable with) so they all let the insults slide. After all, Vic literally doesn't say anything about Billy calling him a "human internet router" in Throne of Atlantis (or if he does, I don't remember). Darla and Freddy weren't even fazed by Billy sneaking out, just concerned because there were reports of people being taken off the streets and even though they were sure he snuck into a football game, they still worried for him and waited in his room because even if he's a jerk, he's their Jerk.