#Wayne’s like ‘I told you the bun would work’

[artiststarme]

One day Steve notices that the kids have stopped trying to set him up with Robin and takes a sigh of relief. But then it occurs to him that they’ve stopped trying to set him up with any girls period. He expected to be relieved but instead, it just made Steve all the more wary.

The kids all come over for a pool party and spend a good hour and a half trying to convince Eddie to take his shirt off in the water and winking at Steve when their badgering finally succeeds. It occurs to Steve that the kids think he’s into guys, into Eddie in particular, and interested in seeing him with his shirt off. And holy fuck, it turns out he is.

After internally panicking and trying to avoid checking Eddie out for the rest of the pool day, Steve realizes that the kids knew he was interested in him before he did. This prompts an sexuality crisis, rethinking his entire life, and avoiding eye contact with everyone while he tries to sort through everything. It takes a few days but then Steve goes on like nothing happened.

Unfortunately for the kids, their meddling doesn’t seem to move anything along. Steve and Eddie only get together two months later when Eddie wears a tank top with his scars on display and hair in a bun that Steve finally breaks. He asks him out, hardly hears Eddie say yes, before he bolts to tell Robin and the kids that he finally landed Eddie Munson.

[cherrrydragon]

➤ find something worth saving (it's all for the taking)

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING

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SUMMARY ↳ Not everybody takes time to appreciate the holidays, it seems. Damian’s brow furrows as he inspects your arm. “You were…” “Awesome?” “Reckless.” pairing: jon kent x gn!reader x damian wayne warnings: nada wc: 3.2k

totally forgot to mention this last chapter, but this fic now has an official playlist!

It takes some convincing from Damian and Jon for them to let you go back to work. Jon says you shouldn’t be back so soon after getting shot. You tell him that your body is fine and ready to go, and also remind him that one of the first things you did when you were better was spar with the whole damn Batfamily. He looks properly sheepish after being chastised.

Damian says that you don’t need the job anymore, since you live with his family now. You tease him, asking if you technically classify as his sugar baby. He scoffs, turning away. It gets him off your case.

Sam damn near jumps over the counter to get to you when they see you walk in. “[Name]!”

At Sam’s shout, Carrie and Garrett pop their heads out from the back. Carrie’s face lights up, smile lines showing as she rushes over to join you and Sam’s hug. Garrett lets one of his rare smiles show, patting your head.

“You shouldn’t be back so soon,” frowns Carrie, pulling back.

You would lift up your shirt to show that you were fine, but she’s right, you shouldn’t be back so soon. A bullet wound on a normal person wouldn’t be completely healed just yet, but, you know, super healing. You’ve been left with a very faint scar. Jon spent his time tracing it, eyes hard and lidded. It gave you goosebumps when his fingers would pass over it.

You wave them off, laughing softly at their concern. "I'm fine, guys, really. It's good to be back."

Sam eyes you skeptically, arms crossed. "You better take it easy, though. We can handle things here."

Carrie nods in agreement, though she's smiling. "Just don't overdo it. We were worried sick about you."

Garrett gives you a nod of approval, his expression serious yet supportive. "Glad to see you're up and about, [Name]. Take care of yourself."

You promise them you will, appreciating their concern and warmth. Sam ushers you behind the counter, immediately putting you to (light) work, much to your amusement.

"So, spill," Sam insists, leaning in conspiratorially. "What happened?”

“What do you mean?” you ask as you organize some sugar packets.

“Dude, Robin and Superboy literally hauled your ass out of here.”

“They just took me to the hospital, Sam,” you sigh. “I got shot, it was pretty urgent.” Shoving a pastry in Sam's mouth, you push past them to ready the coffee makers. “In other news, I moved in with my future rich spouse.” It’s a way to distract them from questioning too much.

Predictably, Sam chokes on the bun. “What!? Hold on, back up a minute, when did you start dating somebody?”

“It was a joke, we’re just friends,” you chuckle. “He’s a huge worrywart and refused to let me go back to my apartment. Could barely walk out of the front door this morning. Said I didn’t even need this job anymore, basically said he’d take care of me.” He didn’t really, but whatever. “Isn’t he sweet?”

“So you’re telling me he basically said you can be the rich trophy partner? Why the hell are you here then?” Sam deadpans.

You match their expression. “Wow. Nice to know I was missed.”

Sam rolls their eyes. “You’re impossible. Who’s the guy anyway?”

“Damian Wayne.”

Sam blinks. Once. Twice. “Can you repeat that? I could’ve sworn you said Damian Wayne. Son of Bruce Wayne. Heir to Wayne Enterprises.”

You huff, placing a hand on your hip as their brain fumbles. “Dude, you bagged the big one. Holy shit, I didn’t know you could pull like that.”

“I told you, we’re just friends.”

“I thought he was, like, stuck up, or something. Cold ice prince type.”

You feel the need to defend Damian’s honor, even if Sam has no true ire towards him. “He’s nice. A good friend. He’s just… awkward.”

Sam takes time to look at you, a brow raised. You hope they're not doing that thing when they just look at you and know all of your secrets. Eventually they hum, dropping it.

“...You think you can ask his dad to pay my tuition–”

Tonight marks your first official patrol with the Batfamily. You're already suited up, crouched on the ledge of a rooftop with Damian. His cape billows in the wind. The city below is alive with lights and sounds, a symphony of Gotham’s nighttime pulse. You adjust your stance, feeling the adrenaline start to course through your veins. Damian is focused, his eyes scanning the streets for any sign of trouble.

"Keep your eyes sharp," Damian says, his voice a low murmur. "Gotham's quiet tonight, but that can change in an instant."

You nod, your own senses heightened, every sound amplified in the quiet of the rooftop. The tension in the air is palpable, a reminder of the city's ever-present dangers.

Damian glances at you, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You ready for this?"

“Been ready, are you?” you challenge with a smile.

Suddenly, a voice speaks into your ear. It's Barbara. "We've got a situation near downtown. Reports of a robbery in progress."

Damian tenses, his eyes narrowing. "Let's move."

You both leap from the rooftop, descending into the city's shadows. The thrill of the chase ignites your senses as you navigate the rooftops with practiced ease. Damian is a blur of motion beside you, his movements precise and controlled.

Your arm muscles tense and release with every web swing. You take time to twirl and flip around Damian in an elegant dance as he swings with his grappling hook. The two of you move around each other in synchronized harmony.

As you near the location of the robbery, you spot the scene from above. A group of masked men are trying to break into a high-end jewelry store. The glass is shattered, and the alarm is blaring. Damian signals for you to flank them from opposite sides.

You land silently behind a dumpster, observing the thieves as they hurriedly shove jewelry into bags. Damian moves in from the other side, his presence a shadow in the night. You wait for his signal, your muscles coiled like springs.

With a sharp nod from Damian, you spring into action. You leap out, webbing one of the thugs to the ground before he even realizes what’s happening. Damian disarms another with a swift kick, his movements fluid and efficient.

The remaining thieves scramble, but they're no match for the two of you. You dart between them, your webbing and acrobatics keeping them off balance. Damian is a blur of motion, his strikes precise and powerful. Within moments, the robbers are subdued, webbed up and disarmed.

Damian steps back, catching his breath. "Nice work," he says, his tone grudgingly approving.

"Were you practicing those moves to impress me?” you ask cheekily.

“Why, were you watching me?”

“I just can’t take my eyes off of you,” you sigh dramatically.”

“Stop flirting, losers,” Stephanie teases on the comms.

Just as you're about to talk back, a low rumble echoes through the alley. The ground shakes slightly, and you exchange a wary glance with Damian. A nearby manhole cover bursts open, and a hulking figure emerges from the sewers. It's Killer Croc, his massive form towering over you both. What the hell.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Croc growls, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent.

You throw up your hands. “Come on man, I wanted an easy night.”

Croc advances with heavy footsteps, his massive claws glinting in the dim light. Guess he’s not in the mood for chit-chat. Croc chuckles, the sound sending a chill down your spine. "Think you can stop me, little bats?" His voice reverberates through the space, filling the space with menace.

“I am not a bat,” you mutter. “Only in spirit I guess." Killer Croc has a similar demeanor to that of Rhino, at least in terms of size. You’ve dealt with more than enough of them to be well equipped to deal with this situation.

You exchange a quick nod with Damian, silently communicating your plan. "Let's do this," he says, his voice low but determined.

Without hesitation, you both spring into action. Damian charges forward, engaging Croc head-on with a series of lightning-fast strikes and evasive maneuvers. Meanwhile, you use your agility and webs to dart around Croc, aiming to distract and disorient him.

Croc swings a massive fist, aiming for Damian, who narrowly dodges and counters with a precise kick to the knee. You take advantage of the opening, firing webbing at Croc's arms, aiming to restrict his movements. The webs hold momentarily before Croc tears through them with brute force. Boo.

"Keep him distracted!" Damian calls out, his voice cutting through the chaos.

You nod, focusing on keeping Croc off balance while Damian assesses the situation. With each move, you gauge Croc's reactions, looking for vulnerabilities to exploit. His strength is immense, and you start to hope this won’t take long. You’d like to get a decent rest tonight.

Damian maneuvers around Croc, striking with calculated precision. His training and experience shine through as he lands blows with pinpoint accuracy, each one aimed at weakening Croc's defenses. You watch in awe, both of Damian's skill and the sheer determination in his eyes.

As the fight wears on, Croc becomes more aggressive, his attacks growing wilder and more unpredictable. You dart in and out, using the environment to your advantage, hoping to find an opening. It's a dangerous dance, the alley echoing with the sounds of combat and the occasional growl from Croc.

Croc is getting overwhelmed, which means he’ll get desperate. His eyes keep darting to the window. He’s gonna try to escape, shit.

He shoves Damian to the side with his arm. For a split second, you want to make sure he’s alright, but you know he is. Trust that he is. You seize an opportunity to leap onto Croc's back as he charges out of the alley and onto the street. The sudden movement sends pedestrians scattering, and cars screech to a halt to avoid the monstrous figure rampaging through the city. You wrap his shoulders, providing you some extra distance from him as he tries to reach for you. He bucks and twists as he runs, trying to shake you off.

Croc flips up cars as he runs. Your claws dig into his shoulders as you steer him out of people's way the best you can, while simultaneously trying not to get thrown off. People scream and flee as cars swerve to avoid the chaos. With each passing moment, your muscles strain under the weight and movement of the monstrous villain.

“Should you be on vacation or something? It’s the holidays! Take a day off, Christ,” you grumble.

Croc chuckles dangerously. “Hang on tight, not-bat.”

It’s your only warning (aside from your senses screaming at you to get out of the way. Too bad you can’t) as Croc makes a superhuman leap, crashing straight through a window of Gotham Mall. Your suit protects you from the glass as it crashes down around you. Shoppers scream and scatter as the massive creature barrels through the aisles, sending displays and merchandise flying.

“Do you have any non-destructive hobbies?” you huff, dodging his grabby hands. Croc cuts a corner narrowly, slamming you slightly into a wall.

“Swimming. In the sewers.”

“Well, of course, where else?” Oh shit, there’s a baby in the way! You throw a web from each wrist, pulling yourself over to the stroller. You pick it up and narrowly move it out of Killer Croc’s way, putting it down next to the mother and quickly webbing yourself back onto Croc.

“Thank you!” the mother cries.

“You’re welcome!” is all you can say before your web pulls you back onto Croc. You curl your hand into a tight fist and hit him right in his head as you return. Croc staggers from the force of your punch, shaking his head as he attempts to regain his bearings. His momentum slows, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

“Spinnerette, report,” Bruce asserts in your ear.

“Uh, Killer Croc’s rampaging in Gotham Mall. Trying to minimize the damage,” you breathe, dodging another swipe from Croc. 

The noise of glass shattering and displays being knocked over is deafening. You hear Damian's voice cut through the chaos over the comms, “I’m en route. Hang tight.”

You cling tighter to Croc, using your agility to stay out of his reach as he wreaks havoc through the mall. “Yeah, hanging tight is kind of the plan,” you mutter, half to yourself.

You web his face, causing him to growl in frustration. Croc has a thick hide as protection, so your fangs won’t be able to pierce him. Your venom is useless here, which sucks because it would’ve been really nice to have in this situation.

Okay, you’re on the third floor of the mall, since the bastard jumped real high. How can you trap him? His advantage is his strength, so you need to restrain him so that he can’t use it. The whirring of a grappling hook catches your attention. Looking behind you, you see Damian swinging over to you, surprisingly gaining speed.

You spray a web towards him, catching him by the chest. Damian grips it as you pull him towards you. He lands with ease on top of Croc’s back. Croc's roar of frustration reverberates through the mall as Damian joins you.

“Fancy seeing you here,” you quip.

"Thought you could use a hand," Damian replies, his eyes never leaving Croc.

You grab his hands and wrap them around the makeshift web reins you had attached to Croc. “She–” you tap the ring you gifted him you know is under his glove, “–will tell you what to do. Don’t let him hurt anybody.”

Damian tries to catch your hand as you swing away, but you’re too quick for him. You gain speed, swinging ahead and away from Croc. “Tell me where a big glass window I can crash through is, K.”

“Take a left here.”

You swerve to the left. You can hear the commotion behind you as Croc thrashes and roars, but you focus on finding an exit point.

“Straight ahead.”

There. A large window overlooking the city. You see other buildings sparking with lights. Bracing yourself, you send yourself hurling into it. The glass shatters as you crash through it, arms out in front of you to protect yourself. Screams of people fade away behind you as you fall into the air. You’re lucky, there’s an intersection below you.

You swing onto a nearby lightpost. “I need the biggest and stickiest web you got, K.” You launch off and aim your hands in the middle of the intersection.

“Certainly, but it won’t be big enough for Killer Croc,” she says as a good and proper spider web slinks out and attaches to nearby light posts and buildings. The spiral pattern doesn’t extend to the radius of the web. “You’ll need to spin the rest of the web yourself.”

Bouncing off the center of the web, you start spinning the web across the intersection. The web begins to take shape, forming a large, intricate net that spans the entire intersection. Civilians look up in awe at your work. 

“Spinner!”

You look over as you hop across the web to see Nightwing grappling over. “Get the civvies out of here!”

He pauses, then nods. He swings down, quickly directing people away from the intersection to safety. He enforces power into his words, arms gesturing for them to go.

“Robin and Killer Croc are approaching.”

Using the web as momentum, you launch yourself and spray a web onto the ledge from which you jumped off. Climbing up, you stare down the large hallway of the mall. Croc is running straight towards you. He hasn’t thrown Damian off yet, so that’s good.

“Come on! I’m right here!”

“What are you doing–” hisses Damian in the comms.

Killer Croc growls, charging at you. His steps are thundering, echoing in the mall.

You brace yourself, waiting for the right moment. Croc lunges forward with a roar, his massive form barreling towards you. You time your move perfectly, leaping to the side just as Croc lunges out of the window space. You grip Damian’s cape, tugging him off of Croc as he begins to fall. The web bounces up and down as he lands in the center, trapped.

You pat Damian’s shoulder before jumping off the ledge after him. More webs spray from your wrist as you restrain Crocs arms to the web. You ignore his curses and yells as you struggles against your trap. It’s no use, the web holds firm.

“Holy cow,” whistles Dick, walking over. He reaches out to poke the web, but you snatch his hand away.

“Do that and we’d have to amputate you. It’s really sticky,” you frown solemnly. You’re joking of course.

Dick pulls his hand away, holding both of them up and a surrender gesture. “Okay, okay, I won't touch it,” Dick says with a grin, clearly amused. He looks around at the chaos in the mall, where people are cautiously peeking out from hiding places or rushing to leave.

“You know, you’ve certainly made a mess,” he comments, gesturing to the shattered glass and displaced merchandise around you.

“Actually, I think I’ve done worse.”

“Guess you’re fitting right in,” Dick remarks, his tone light but approving.

“Have I earned my rite of passage?” you smirk.

“Maybe if you can survive a month without causing a city-wide panic,” he teases, flashing you a grin.

Damian lands gracefully behind you, his cape billowing dramatically behind him. He surveys the scene with a critical eye, his expression serious and focused. You can tell he eyes Croc’s trapped form before he hurries over to you.

You hear the sirens of Gotham’s police force wail closer. “Always late to the party, it seems,” you hum, pursing your lips. You groan and flex your shoulder, still tingling from your little wall slam earlier.

“I’ll take it from here,” Dick reassures as the cop cars come to a stop near the scene. “You crazy kids go.”

Damian seems to have no qualms about that, since he grabs your hand and tugs you away. You let him drag you around, swinging with him as he grapples away. You swing through the night with Damian, adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

Coming to a stop on a rooftop, Damian’s hand runs down your arm, squeezing gently. “Are you hurt?” he asks gently.

“A little bruised, but I’ll be okay.” Your arm tingles under his touch. You chalk it off as pain.

Damian’s brow furrows as he inspects your arm. “You were…”

“Awesome?”

“Reckless.”

You catch his hand in yours, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I knew what I was doing, birdie.” He sighs, a mixture of relief and frustration evident in his voice. “I know, I know,” you reply softly, bringing his hand to your lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “But I’m here, and I’m fine.”

He meets your gaze, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You handled yourself well back there.” The moment lingers between you, the adrenaline of the night’s events slowly fading into a quiet calm. Damian’s thumb strokes over your hand, a silent gesture of reassurance and gratitude.

Damian holds your hand tight as he guides you home.

The next day, Spinnerette is trending.

notes: short chapter because its really just a filler but next one is gonna pop off i PROMISe

also, i hope i captured killer croc correctly? have literally never watched or read anything with him in it so im SO sorry if he is nothing like how he is supposed to be

also i straight up yoinked this scene from Spider-Man: Miles Morales, just replaced rhino with croc.

[dearharriet]

Mama’s Fallen Angel; Eddie Munson 🎲

“Eddie,” you whisper, “need you.”

Eddie groans into your throat. That you need him even once almost makes the whole year he lost with you worth it.

“Be patient, baby,” he cooes, but he’s halfway there himself. “Gonna give it to ya.”

summary: eddie is torn when you, his troubled ex-best-friend, show up on his doorstep after a year of being gone. (18+)

word count: 2.3K

warnings: explicit sexual content—MDNI, fem!r, fingering, thigh-fucking, unprotected piv (be safe), postcoital dysphoria (?), unhealthy/messy relationship, mentions of abuse (not from eddie), angst

a/n: I’ve literally no qualifications to be writing abt sex pls tell me if it’s awful 😟 based on the song fallen angel by poison !!

It’s ten o'clock and thunderous in Indianapolis. Pounding rain drowns all other noise, but the rumble of your fists on Eddie’s front door cuts through it all like lightning.

The door swings open, and Eddie frowns. You’re drenched, panting, and carrying a go-bag half your weight. Before he can ask questions, you let yourself in, bypassing him completely.

“Hope this isn’t a bad time,” you say, but you leave little room for opposition. You’re taking your coat off, shaking like a bathed dog. “Should I take my shoes off?”

You’re talking like Eddie invited you over, like he’s seen you at all in the past twelve months. He can’t believe his own traitorous mouth as it plays along.

“Uh, yeah. Please.”

Technically, he walks all over his apartment in shoes—his work boots, even—but the sight of your ratty sneakers is enough to compel him. You sling them to the side and trail into Eddie’s living space. Eddie nervously follows.

“What’re you doin’ here?”

No answer. You pick up the knick-knacks and memorabilia on his coffee table, scrutinizing them.

“Um, hellooo?” Eddie snaps his fingers near your head until you turn your attention to him, blank-faced. Something about your silence is more unsettling than anything you could say. Eddie needs it to end.

“Why aren’t you in Chicago?” Eddie asks like you’re crazy. You stick your nose up haughtily, all defense.

“What, I can’t visit?”

“Is that what this is?” Eddie glances around, at your shoes, your bag on the floor. “Cause it doesn’t feel like it, babe.”

Shifting uncomfortably, you don’t reply. There are photos around Eddie’s place, above the couch and on the end tables by his sofa. You study them, glazing over pictures of Eddie and an athletic brunette—Steve Harrington, from school—then a band of kids, and then a pretty blonde girl you’d never seen.

“You have a girlfriend now?” Disdain paints the question, clear as day. It’s almost more of an insult than an inquiry. Eddie frowns.

“No.”

Tearing your eyes away from the photo—Eddie and the blonde, cheesing over a mound of moving boxes—you look at Eddie. He looks so different, yet so familiar. His hair is gathered and tied in a low bun, revealing his face for once. His features look fresh, fed and warm and happy. You can’t decide if you’re proud or inconsolably jealous. Still, he wears a tinge of worry that you often create.

Eddie was always looking after you. Through your tumultuous upbringing, he and Wayne took care of you, loved you the way you deserved. It wasn’t apparent until recently that your biggest saboteur was yourself.

“Liam got mean,” you say, and you know what Eddie will say back. His lack of surprise always hurt more than the actual abuse. His I told you so‘s.

“He left?” Eddie’s eyebrows pinch. You shake your head.

“I did.” It’s sickly satisfying to watch his face blank, his mouth drop. “I was gonna go home, but…”

Eddie nods. He knows as well as you do that your parents would never take you back, and that their roof meant very little in terms of safety.

“Uncle Wayne would’ve taken ya,” He offers, but it’s a null point. You’re not in Wayne’s living room, you’re in Eddie’s.

“I don’t want Uncle Wayne,” you say anyway. You stare at the floor, your shoulders by your ears. “I want you.”

Something in Eddie’s chest burns, passion or fury or both. Years ago, he was elated to hear you say so, but now…

“We’re not doing this again.” Eddie’s voice is stern.

Looking up, your eyes flash with confusion.

“What?” You step closer, reaching out. “Eddie—“

Dodging your advance, Eddie throws his hands up.

“No! You don’t get to do this to me.” He licks his lips. “I got over you, and it fucking blew, but I’m finally happy here. If you bet on the wrong horse, I’m sorry, but you can’t come back and ruin me all over again.”

It doesn’t matter how measured he is, Eddie can’t stop the words from becoming scathing. You look absolutely torn and out of your depth, but an icy resolution creeps over you.

“Yeah, okay.” You step away and grab your bag harshly. “Got it.”

Eddie trails after you, back into the inlet.

“Where are you going?” Eddie feels idiotic, he’d told you to leave, hadn’t he? Wasn’t that what he was saying, that you’re not welcome? You look like you’re thinking the same thing, scowling as you tie your shoes.

“I dunno, a women’s shelter, maybe?” You shrug. “Or a hostel. There’s a few here.”

It all leaves a bad taste in Eddie’s mouth.

“Wayne would—“

“I told you, I don’t wanna see him,” you interrupt, rising from your crouched position. Eddie wants to shake you, to grab your face and make you listen.

“He can help you.”

“I don’t want his help!” Your shout pings off of Eddie’s walls. You curl in on yourself, half angry, half defeated. “I can’t stand the way he’d look at me, okay? I can barely stand the way you’re looking at me.”

“Yeah, well, tough shit! Big city wasn’t what you were expecting, huh, angel?” He shakes his head. Your face burns with the embarrassment of overambition and naïveté. “You should've listened to me.”

There it is. The smug fucking bastard. Your blood roils in your chest, pounding at your skin. You grab Eddie by the collar and shake him.

“You’re fucking mean,” you spit. You let him go, just to push at his chest with your palms. “You’re the fucking problem!”

Stumbling back, Eddie clenches his jaw and sneers.

“ Why? ‘Cause I care? ‘Cause I want you to be safe?”

Eddie can’t even be bothered to think about his neighbors, so riled up he can hear his pulse. He steps closer and you push him back again.

“You blamed me! You still blame me! You treat me like I’m stupid for going with him, but I was fucking scared, Eddie. I had nowhere else to go.” Your shoves are getting weaker, less imposing, and your eyes are glassy with tears. “It’s not my fucking fault that he was nice when we met, when people were around. It’s not.”

The fight flees Eddie’s eyes, too, because you’re right. He’d spent years trying to protect you, and he was just hurting you instead. He backs off, deflating.

Neither of you knows what to say, breathing hard and feeling awful. The rain is gone, making the silence all that much louder.

“You can take my bed tonight,” Eddie murmurs, afraid to pierce the silence.

You purse your lips, looking away. “No, you were right. I should go.”

“No, fuck that.” You flinch, and Eddie pales a little. “Forget what I said,” he amends, “I was being jealous and insufferable. It’s dark and it’s raining, and you should stay.”

Eddie looks painfully sincere, and desperate. It feels wrong, but you have nowhere else to go. You nod hesitantly, agreeing.

Your pack looks completely out of place in his room. Tattered and duct-taped and filled to the brim. It makes the space around it look impossibly cleaner. You don’t even open it, either, because Eddie lends you his own clothes. It sits forgotten at the foot of his bed.

Eddie sets you up nicely, tucking you into his sheets and slinking towards the door.

When you’re about to say goodnight, laying your still-damp hair on Eddie’s pillows, you feel suddenly as out of place and lost as the bag on the floor.

“Eddie.” His head turns your way, hand paused over the lightswitch. You’re gripping his comforter in your hands, radiating anxiety.

“Would you stay?” Eddie’s lips press together, and you’re sure he’ll say no. Still, you can’t help but add a pathetic, “please?”

Eddie knows he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t. But you’re in his clothes, in his bed, and you’re asking for him. He can’t say no to you.

Freeing his hair from its confines, he crawls in next to you. You’re uncertain, but Eddie slips into autopilot, grabbing for you like you were never gone.

Brown curls fall all over the place, soft on your shoulder and much longer than you remember them being.

“Are you ever gonna cut this,” you wonder, fiddling with a silky strand. Eddie wraps an arm around your waist and your bodies press together.

“I did cut it,” he says. “It grew out again.”

“Oh. Right.” It hadn’t felt like you were apart that long, but you suppose it had been over a year. It’s hard to collect all of that time in your mind, to accept it.

“I wish this wasn’t so fucked up,” you lament, eyes closed. “That I wasn’t.”

“You’re not,” Eddie rumbles. You feel it in your toes. “You’re just having a hard time. It doesn’t mean you’re ruined.”

Big hands pet your hair, soothing and exciting at the same time.

“‘N you didn’t ruin me, either. I shouldn’t’ve said that.” Eddie’s eyes trace over your features, some far away thoughts showing themselves. “We’re just growin’ up, I think, and maybe shit-outta-luck, too.”

You nod, playing with the collar of his t-shirt at the base of his neck.

“It’s so hard,” you fret. “Everyone says I should find myself, but I just wanna fall in love.”

A tear slips from your eye, and Eddie stays quiet, attentive.

“Why am I so shallow?”

Eddie doesn’t know, or maybe can’t explain what he does know. Your crying panics him all the same. In a last-ditch effort to soothe you, he presses his mouth to yours.

It’s not a solution and it’s self-serving, and he’s falling back into this old routine, he knows. Eddie knows. But he loves you, and you’re here, and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever stop falling for you no matter what you do. So he presses you into his bed and licks into your mouth like you’re made of honey.

Soft moans curl out of you like smoke, and Eddie takes them all in his mouth. When he separates from you to lathe over your neck—lost in your heady voice and his arousal—you push his shirt up, feeling his bare skin.

“Eddie,” you whisper, “need you.”

Eddie groans into your throat. That you need him even once almost makes the whole year he lost with you worth it.

“Be patient, baby,” he cooes, but he’s halfway there himself. “Gonna give it to ya.”

He pushes under your shirt, and then he’s taking it off. Goosebumps spread over your hot chest as the open air hits it, and then chills spill over you when Eddie licks over your breasts.

He’s between your legs now, rolling his hips against your center. Both of you moan, washed in a haze of desperation and desire that feels bottomless. You’re arching and preening, perfectly capable of falling apart just as you are, but you want more. You’re always greedy, chasing the most satisfaction you can get.

“Please, Eddie.” Hooking a leg around him, you press his restless pelvis into you and grind onto his covered cock. Eddie makes an animalistic sound into your chest, completely undone.

“Okay—yeah, okay,” he breathes.

His shirt is gone like lightning, and then he’s fumbling for the sleep pants he lent you. Fingers hooked under them and your underwear, he rids you of both in one frenetic tug.

“Turn over, angel.”

Flushing, you do as he says, anticipation seeping from your cunt. Eddie spreads you apart, pressing slovenly kisses over your shoulder blades. Two fingers tease your weeping hole, spreading the hot slick between your legs.

“Fuck,” he curses, his weight pressing you into the mattress. The two fingers glide in easily, palm-down, and Eddie needles into your soft-spot cruelly.

Your cunt sucks his fingers in hungrily, squelching its own demands for something bigger, but pulsating from his relentless fingering. You feel close to tears, naked and needy and untouched where you really need it. Your clit is swollen between your closed legs.

When your cunt grips down on Eddie’s fingers—three now—and your thighs are wet with arousal, Eddie pulls away and shucks his bottoms off. Rucking your ass up further, he straddles your legs and rubs the hot head of his cock over your entrance.

“Look at you, angel.” Eddie fucks himself between your slippery thighs, catching your clit. You cry out, trying to chase the sensation, but Eddie holds you still. He thrusts in a few more times, lubing himself up with your arousal, and then spreads you open again.

Bearing down on you, his chest flush to your back, Eddie pushes his cock into your entrance. From above, he’s in the perfect position to thrust down into your sweet spot. It has you tripping over your words until all you can cry out is his name, over and over.

You’re dizzy and full and tightening on his length, and Eddie finally ends your torture, sneaking a hand under you to toy with your clit. You don’t last long before you’re squirming and wailing and fucking yourself on his cock, and Eddie’s swearing under his breath and coming, too.

Hot and out of breath, you bask in his weight and warmth before he pulls out of you. Eddie’s pillow is wet with condensation and drool.

“Ok?” He rubs your back as he asks. You nod your head, and he sighs. “M’kay. Be right back.”

He comes back with a wet towel and a glass of water, and cleans your sticky thighs before you limp off to the bathroom. Your thank you’s lodge in your throat, so you forego them to avoid crying. The come-down is hard enough, but you’ve been so deprived of gestures like this that all of it goes to waste in comforting you.

You think Eddie knows, and that he’s just as clueless about what to do as you, so you both cling to each other through the night and hope it fixes itself. You have somewhere warm to stay, and someone to hold you, and that’s all that’s ever mattered.

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[m3talmunson]

Any reasonable person would think, with the sheer length of Eddie's hair, that he would have the slightest idea of how to care for it.

If you thought that, you'd be wrong. He was flying by the seat of his pants, with a bonus of simple luck. It was astonishing that his hair didn't get matted throughout day to day life, let alone the end of the world.

Yes, Eddie obviously went to a hospital after it all. Nobody could have survived that level substantial of injuries without it. But no matter the NDA's, or the "freedom from prosecution," as Dr. Owens puts it, it didn't come with a clean-wiped slate in the public eye.

So Eddie chose to lay low. He got the treatments that were deemed necessary by the doctors, and then he got the hell out of there.

At least, from all of this, Eddie learned only to run when he needed to.

Part of him was scared he and Wayne wouldn't be able to swing the bill. That part of him was satiated when Owens's team swung the bill and replaced the... mangled Munson trailer. These government reparations didn't anywhere near touch the damage that was done, but Wayne and Eddie would take what they could get. Like they always had. Of course, the universe saw fit that Eddie take a little more.

Eddie was told -putting it politely- to stay the fuck out of that trailer park. Just because his name was cleared legally doesn't mean he should be anywhere he would normally go about his business. Not for the next couple weeks, at least.

And Steve Harrington, ever so giving, offered up his home as sanctuary.

And of course, Eddie was immediately trying to find a way out of it. When that didn't work, he started asking how soon he needed to leave. He didn't want to feel like a burden, especially not to Steve.

"Stay as long as you need, Eds. Forever, for a little while, on and off, literally anything as long as I don't have to carry you out of hell again. That's the one condition."

Sure, living with Steve had it's perks. He had some semblance of privacy, walls with ANY soundproofing, and company. What more could a boy ask for, you would think.

Not living down the hall from his crush while looking like a walking nightmare, Eddie thought, was a perfectly reasonable thing to ask for. He did not get that.

Despite living in the same house as him, he avoided Steve like the plague. Steve had made it clear his 'what's mine is yours' attitude was open to Eddie, but Eddie preferred his room. His boxes from the old trailer were there, his guitar, his sanity (or what remains). The moment he limped his way out of that door, he was in the realm of Steve. And he did not feel up to the task of being presentable in front of his literal crush.

Still, Steve came into his room every so often. Eddie went to the hospital, but he wasn't magically better. Steve changed his bandages, helped him when he needed it, brought him homemade soup? Because, somehow, Eddie is in an alternate dimension where Steve Harrington is making him his grandma's chicken noodle soup recipe for him. And it is PHENOMENAL.

Eddie could have never expected any of the past month's events. He was still grappling with the fact that life would just... return to normal somehow after the end of the world.

He had enough on his plate. However, the universe thought fit to throw some more on.

During one of his Steve-check-ups™, Steve just absentmindedly mentioned something Eddie was dreading.

"How have you been dealing with all that hair? I mean it's been in a new bun every day this week but you can barely lift your arms?"

"Well, actually Steve," Eddie started, "I haven't. This is the same bun you put in on Wednesday." He tilted his head down, he didn't really want to look Steve in the eye when he said that.

"Well shit Eddie, what can I do to help?"

And wasn't it oh so nice when Steve looked up at him with those big eyes, knocking on the door of his soul. How could Eddie turn his gaze from that?

"What can be done? I can't wash it until these fuckers-" He pointed at the sides of his abdomen, to the bandages that Steve had just finished replacing, "have healed enough for me to lift my arms, which should be almost any time now. Then, we can take these bandages off, I can get out of your hair, and I can clean my own."

It was pretty obvious that neither of the men liked that agreement, but Eddie saw it as the only option. Wait a week, lift his arms, get the hell out of dodge. Easy enough.

"I could wash your hair. You know I know how to." Steve replied, a genuine offer, not a throwaway or handout that was just a kind gesture.

"No, Stevie, you don't need to worry about m-"

"Checkmate, I already do. You lock yourself in here except for food, I don't even feel like you're enjoying yourself! What's the point in breaking out of hell, fighting tooth and nail, just to sit in your room? C'mon Eddie, let me do one thing to make your life easier." Steve was interrogating him, but for his own good? And only two weeks ago he thought Steve was just some highschool douche that he just had a little crush on once upon a long time ago. Here he is, caring for him like they've known eachother for years.

"You do enough for me." Eddie hid the blush building on his face by looking to the ground across from Steve. Steve just moved his head there.

"I want to do more. I'm offering to do more."

"You're not going to let me say no, are you?"

"It's your hair, your body! But no, not really."

"Let's go," Eddie said, swinging his legs carefully over the edge of his bed.

And that's how Eddie ended up in a T-shirt and boxers, head laying back in the kitchen sink. He hadn't really gotten to the standing-for-long-periods-of-time point of recovery, so Steve pulled up a stool and a towel for Eddie's shoulders, and got ready to work above his head.

"I'll tell you when to put your head back, don't want to freeze you with the water."

Steve turned the faucet to the hottest setting, then throttled back a little. He carefully took Eddie's hair out and brushed through the ends. It had been in a bun for ages, so at least it didn't get knotted.

"I don't really know much about how curly hair works, but-"

"Oh me either," Eddie interrupted. "Barely even knew I had it. Don't worry about me big boy, no special treatment needed."

"Oh you're getting special treatment, whether you like it or not," Steve said. "Tilt your head back."

And so Eddie did. And he would be flat out lying if he said that he didn't love how gentle Steve's hands felt running across his scalp. He would be lying if he said he didn't like being pampered, just a little. He would be a liar if he told you that this wasn't somehow sensual, or that he wished it had more meaning.

Something about the way Steve was massaging his scalp made him think there could be.

"I'm gonna block your forehead from the water, just warning you." Steve used a cup to get the water to the base of Eddie's scalp, he was thorough with the details and everything.

It made Eddie feel loved. That's new.

Eddie nearly blacked out until it was done. He just soaked it all in, feeling cared for. He had felt cared for before, but never loved, not by someone who wasn't obligated to.

"Why do you do all of this for me?" Eddie truly wanted to know.

"Why shouldn't I?" He replied, as if it was nothing.

"Nobody does." Eddie wanted to say more, but now wasn't the time to throw a pity party and cry in front of Steve Harrington.

"All the more reason to."

"Harrington," Eddie tried to sit up as he talked, "you don't-"

Steve pushed him back down by the chest, conditioner and water soaking into his shirt.

"Don't strain yourself, seriously. Let me rinse this out, then you're free to go back to whatever you were doing." He left one hand on Eddie's chest, not keeping him down, but just resting there. Like he forgot about it, but it felt intentional.

Eddie dragged his hand up to Steve's on his chest.

"Thank you. Really," was all he could muster up without those tears rushing back.

"Of course, Eddie. Wouldn't rather be anywhere else." He continued to work around the ends of Eddie's hair, slowly turning the water off and doing some final slow scrunching motions with the towel not around Eddie's shoulders. "You're all done. Let me help you up."

Taking Eddie's hand in one of his and lifting from Eddie's back, he got Eddie sitting up right. The hand on his back let go, but not the hand in Eddie's.

"Well? Anything you usually do that I can help with?" Steve asked.

"You've done enough," Steve got ready to cut him off, but Eddie beat him to the punch, "I can't do any more without bending over, which is off the table. Seriously, Stevie, you've done more than enough. You've been insane amounts giving and patient with me. You've given me enough."

"I wish I could give more."

"I know."

"I could give more." Steve offered, ready to give all he had in the world.

"Steve," Eddie said, some type of begging look in his eyes, "I don't want to read too much into this but you've offered me more than I could reasonably take. You've given me sanctuary, food, care, what more is there?"

"Love."

Steve laid it all out on the table. All he had left to give was hope that Eddie would take it.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie asked.

"Please."

And when Eddie took it, it was magical. Just for a moment, all the pain, and bad memories, and nightmares, they just stopped. Suddenly, for a second of time, their was no ring of pain around Steve's neck, no searing, or scorching, or stabbing in Eddie's sides.

Maybe Eddie won't live in Steve's house forever, but he might live in this moment forever.

~~~~~

Thank you to @warlordess for giving the prompt in the comments of my last post! SO sorry it took so unbelievably long, but my show finally closed! Everyone, feel free to leave any prompts in my asks from now on! All of my previous posts as well as this one will be on AO3 soon, then I'm going to make a pinned post with my account! Thank you all so much for the patience you graced me with, hopefully it won't happen again!

[rad-batson]

THIS IS FOR FANS OF CASSANDRA CAIN! PLEASE READ! I WANT YOUR THOUGHTS

(skip to the bottom if you just want silly headcanons about her :D)

Hello! So first, I want to thank everyone who read the Wayne pilot I made :) I appreciate your feedback, and I love you all.

As I'm preparing to post it on AO3, I decided to make a few (admittedly small) changes to the script, primarily around Cassandra Cain, because I haven't quite fleshed her out yet.

I don't have much experience with writing Cass, so I decided to do a bit of research on her yesterday, and wouldn't you know? I fell in love. 10/10. She didn't play a huge part in the pilot, but she will have a bigger one in the second episode, and there are a few things I think can or should be added so she doesn't feel too one-note.

There wasn't anyone who told me this, by the way. (In fact, I actually got some nice comments about her so thank you.) I just had it in the back of my mind while writing, and now that Cass is getting more screen time, I'm finding that my lack of knowledge might lead to mischaracterization.

SO TO COMBAT THIS, I MADE A GUIDE FOR MYSELF ON HOW TO WRITE CASS

Is this overkill? Probably Think of it as a silly headcanon list for my version of her. And I'm posting it here because I want your feedback before it's set in stone. (I know Cass isn't written well a lot, so this is my attempt to right these horrid wrongs.)

If you're going to give criticism, please be constructive. Tell me what you like or don't like. I'm all ears. Have fun :)

Writing Cass

(Btw I still gotta read Cass’s first Batgirl run by Kelley Puckett)

Has some sass, has a lot actually

Used to be awkward in social settings. she’s better at it when she’s with people so she can match their energy but she still prefers to just dip

Speaks in short-ish sentences, trying her best tho

I WILL BE ADDING THIS INTO THE PILOT, I JUST WANT TO KNOW TO WHAT DEGREE?? OR IS IT REALLY FINE

Mostly just relies on body language though

I WILL BE ADDING THIS INTO THE PILOT TOO, ESPECIALLY WITH THE ASL SCENE (BUT IT’S NOT REPLACING THE ASL)

also yes i know her using ASL isn't canon, it just works best for the scene, it would have been written the same whether she was in it or not, it is still a cute nod to fanon tho

Steph and Cass are extremely close BUT ALSO HAVE SEPARATE LIVES (I HAVE BEEN TOLD TO STRESS THAT AND I AGREE)

Messy, low-key gross. Bad-ish hygiene but she’s good at looking put-together so only those close know this about her (this is just my headcanon)

Often forgets bigger words so she occasionally uses the wrong one, she ALSO mixes up proverbs but no one corrects her because 1: it’s cute and 2: they don’t want to discourage her from speaking with them more casually (also my headcanon)

Cass: So I pulled the door off its…*makes motion with hand*…metal books. Steph: Do you mean hinge— Cass: Metal books.

Dick: Well that was a surprise. I didn’t know The Penguin would be here. Cass, nodding: Well life gives you grapes Dick: Wut Cass: You make grape juice. Get on the same book, Nightwing

I'M ON THE FENCE ABOUT ADDING THIS ONE BECAUSE IDK LET ME KNOW PLEASE

Is a cinnamon bun AND a little shit, it’s a balancing act

Production: She’s Wayne’s darling Princess Cass: *will break your fingers*

She does appear behind the camera crew to scare them on purpose, she thinks it’s funny, she likes seeing them freak out

She is super competitive, but she's always like "Oh I'm not that competitive" *proceeds to be very competitive*

Because she isn't super confident in her writing or speaking (or just uncomfortable communicating without seeing the other person's body language) she prefers to Facetime or simply reply to texts with selfies of her reaction. It is a thing now. when you need an honest opinion about an outfit, text a photo to Cass. She will either give back a photo of a thumbs up or a photo of a grimace and some not-so-flattering emojis

Her princess persona is her public cover persona in this show, parallel to Bruce’s “Brucie” and Dick’s “born for the cameras” thing

Is surprisingly vocal (and sometimes snippy) about her distaste with things but she mostly gets a pass because her morals align best with Bruce’s

Is most snippy when her family uses methods other than violence when violence is clearly the faster option, god they're such pacifists

Tim: *trying carefully to pick a lock* Cass: Just break through the wall? Tim: We can’t do that. We’re trying not to be noticed. Cass: Wimp

Bruce: Cass, why did you have to dislocate that man’s shoulder? Cass: I put it back. Bruce: That’s not the point. Cass: Fine, I’ll dislocate it again.

Is the best fighter, none of this “oh she’s the best fighter so when people do win against her, it makes them look cooler” thing, shut tf up, she could break their bones (not important to the show ofc but I need to add this because it is important in general)

Horrible at drawing, wretched (again a headcanon but I did see someone else mention it somewhere)

Also bad at writing, refuses to study to improve out of principle (i.e. she told Babs she doesn’t need to and now she refuses to admit Babs was right)

(AND SIDE-HEADCANON IF SHE IS HORRIBLE AT WRITING AND ACTIVELY HATED STUDYING HER ALPHABET THEN WHAT IF LIKE ONE DAY SOMEONE SAYS “hey can you grab me one of these files from last week’s case, it’s under M” SHE’S LIKE “fuck you, how could you do this to me” WHILE SEARCHING FOR M OR MORE SIMPLY *throws something at them*)

That's all I have right now. If you'd like to give me any recommendations, please do. I can't promise I'll add in every single one because this show is still about the whole Batfam, not just her, but I want to do her justice, and that definitely involves more fine-tuning on my part

OKAY THAT'S ALL LOVE YOU BYE

[madnessformunson]

Double Daddy Part 9

Notes: sorry this chapter took so long and it’s pretty short, the next one is longer. Hope you all enjoy 🖤

Also when I pasted it into tumblr my formatting changed a lot so it looks really weird but I’m too lazy to try to fix it 🖤

You slam the front door once you follow in the house behind your dad. He is shaking his head as you cross your arms in frustration.

“You are not even trying to hear me out dad! You don’t know the whole story” you shout at him.

“I don’t need to know the whole story y/n, he clearly has been sleeping around with multiple people” Hopper states as he makes his way into the kitchen. Joyce is there preparing lunch but makes no effort to join in on your discussion.

“Dad we were anything serious” you start to argue but Hopper cuts you off, “somehow that doesn’t make this situation any better”

“He slept with Chrissy one time at a party where he was drunk at Dad. I’m not the biggest fan of the situation either but it is what it is, at the end of the day he is the father of my baby. I need to be able to get along with him.”

“I understand that y/n, it just-it just really upsets me that he upsets you so much, I don’t want you getting hurt by him” Hopper says as he pulls you into a hug.

It was a great warm hug. One of the best hugs you’ve had in such a long time. You don’t know if it was your raging hormones or the fact that you and your dad haven’t shared a hug like this in forever, but you started to cry.

“Oh honey I’m sorry” he says to you as he squeezes you tighter.

“It’s ok dad, I’m ok. I just need to be on good terms with Eddie because… I think I might want to keep the baby” you respond, still buried into his embrace.

“Y/n you know all I ever want is for you to be happy and healthy. It up to you if you decided you want to raise the baby but I really encourage you to weigh out all your options and make the best decision for not only you but the baby as well”

After that was said, hugs were released and the tears that had spilled out of your eyes were wiped.

“Here” Hopper said as he tossed his truck keys to you, “why don’t you go to your appointment and stop by Eddie’s on your way home. Curfew of 9pm sharp”

“10pm?” You said with a laugh and smile.

“9:30 and not a second passed” he agreed and you nodded as you made your way to the truck.

The appointment went well and everything was on the right one track. You are 16 weeks now.

After the appointment you drove to Eddie’s trailer. Once you pulled up you realized you didn’t know if Eddie had informed his uncle of your current situation. You dig through the truck until you find an old black pullover of yours. It definitely didn’t completely hide the bump but it made it not as prominent.

You slowly approach the door as your heart starts racing. You practiced what you thought you would say in the car on the way over but now? You had no idea. You knock lightly three times on the door. Wayne answered it in a rush, continuing to button up his work shirt.

“Hi Mr. Muson, I was wondering if Eddie was home” you said rather quietly.

“Kid I’m pretty sure you’ve known Eddie for years now and I’ve told you repeatedly to just call me Wayne” he said as he stepped out of the doorway so you could walk inside.

“Sorry”

“It’s ok kid, haven’t seen you in a while around here” he said as his eyes drifted to your growing stomach then back up to your eyes.

You just stood there uncomfortably for a second.

“Well I’m off to work now, Eddie should be in his room. Make yourself at home” he stated as he turned to grab a to-go cup of coffee and headed out.

You approached Eddie’s door and knock, “hey Ed’s it’s me can I come in”

You hear movement and sniffling behind the door before it is opened to reveal Eddie. His eyes were red and glossy with puffy cheeks to match, you could tell he had been crying. His messy curls pulled into a loose bun at the back of his head, no shirt on his body, just some old black pajama pants.

“What are you doing here y/n?” Eddie said in a concerned voice.

“Just wanted to check on you, seemed like you had quite the life changing afternoon”

He gestured you in the room and you sat on the edge of his unmade bed while he took a spot in the desk chair. It’s was silent for a few moments before Eddie decided to break it.

“I am so so sorry y/n”

“I know” you said emotionless.

“No seriously I’m so so so sorry, I don’t know where my head has been the past couple months and I just-“ Eddie started but you soon cut him off.

“I don’t want to say it’s ok Eds cause it’s not but I’m willing to put it behind us. I’m willing to work together as a team so we can raise our daughter together” you said looking down at your shoes.

“I’ll figure out someway to make it up to you I swe- wait did you just say daughter?” Eddie said as he stood up to sit next to you on the bed.

You nod. “I had an appointment today, remember? They were able to tell me they are pretty sure the baby is a girl”

“Fuck I was suppose to take you to that appointment I’m so sorry-“

“No more sorry’s munson, I’ll give you a free pass for today since it was a really shitty day for you” you smile at him.

“I think-I think I want to keep her” you say to him in almost a whisper.

“Are you sure that’s what you want”

“I’m still going through all my options but every day I feel closer and closer to her, I want what is best for her of course but I also want to try to give that to her” you say, placing a hand on your rounded tummy.

You get back home not long after that. Joyce and Hopper sat in the dining room, just the two of them in the dimly lit room.

You greet them which breaks their deep conversation they were having.

“Hey sweetie, how was your appointment?” Joyce says as she motions you over to sit at the table with them.

“It was good, the doctor said we are healthy.” You said with a smile as you sat down.

“Your dad mentioned that you are thinking about keeping the baby?” Joyce asked as she took your hands into hers.

“Yeah I’m still trying to decide though, nothing is set yet” you wiggle in your seat, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.

“I know that right now, this feels like the hardest part but it’s not dear. This is the easiest part, once the baby is here is when the real struggles begin. There are amazing and beautiful moments in raising a child, but there are also dark and lonely days. Children don’t come with a book. But I hope you know, whatever you decide your father and I will support you in any way we possibly can. And we will be incredibly proud of you, no matter what you choose.”

Tears break loose from the brim of your lids.

“Oh sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you” Joyce says, taking you in for a hug.

You embrace the hug and then wipe your eyes with your sleeves, “this is so hard, I want to make the right decision but it doesn’t feel like there is a right one. I just want to do what’s best for her”

Your dad joins in the conversation now, “her? It’s a girl?”

You nod and more tears spill over.

“Oh sweetie congratulations!” Joyce says as she covers her mouth with her hands in excitement.

“You know we will help you in any way we can y/n, we love you both so much” your dad said as he got up to give you a hug as well.

“Thank you both so so much”

The next day Joyce came into your room early to wake you up. Honestly you were pretty pissed she woke you up because you were so tired, but you were trying to be nicer to everyone. She told you to get dressed and come down stairs as soon as you were ready.

You threw on your leggings which were the only pair of bottoms you had that fit you anymore. You topped it with an oversized sweatshirt and your sneakers.

You ran down the stairs and sat at the table, filling your plate up with the breakfast foods Joyce had made.

There was a knock at the door, followed by Steve entering the house before anyone came to open the door.

“Good morning!” He entered with a smile making his way over to the kitchen table.

You mumble as you stuff a biscuit into your mouth. Steve reaches over to grab a piece of food off your plate to which you promptly smacked it away.

“What are you doing here Steve? Don’t you have your own family to annoy in the mornings” Hopper said as he sipped his black coffee. Your dad's comment made you chuckle and Steve took a seat at the table.

“I know she’s moody because she’s pregnant but what’s your excuse?” Steve said with a laugh.

Hopper rolled his eyes, “seriously what are you doing here”

Just then Joyce enters back to the table, “I asked him to come over and take El and Will to the arcade for the day, I wanted to have some girl time with just y/n”

You almost choke on your food. Joyce has been amazing to you but ‘girl time’ still wasn’t something you enjoyed.

“Why can’t El come too? She’s a girl” you ask, not making eye contact.

“Because I don’t think she’s going to find going to the maternity and baby store that exciting”

“Do we have to go do that today?” You let out with a groan.

“Yes we do, you need more than one pair of pants y/n. Plus I already talked to Eddie and he will be meeting us there so we can look at some of the essentials you’ll be needing for the baby”

Your eyes grew wide “why would you invite Eddie? I thought we were having a girls day. I really really don’t want to do this”

“I just figured it would be good for him to tag along so he knows what you guys are gonna need if you decide to raise the baby”

“This should be considered torture” you let out another loud groan, placing your head into your hands.

“No torture would be me pulling out my old maternity clothes from the Rubbermaid container in the garage and telling you to wear those” Joyce replied as she started to eat her own breakfast.

[harrywavycurly]

Hey Sarah I’m just seeing if you’d feel comfortable writing some conversations with Eddie when he’s meeting your family for the holidays? Thank you! Love you! ❤️

Hiii babes!! Of course that’s totally fine, I hope you enjoy these and I love youuu more!!!💖

-I gave a few different scenarios, like one you have brothers, one you have an over protective dad, a very friendly mom, a flirtatious aunt and that one cousin who always wants to “go on a walk” so hopefully something for everyone✨

*Eddie isn’t nervous to meet your family…he’s terrified but it’s because he loves you so much he doesn’t wanna mess it up*

“Wait you said your dad does what for a living?” “He works with Hopper.” “So..he’s…he’s a cop?” “Yeah…why is that a big deal?” “Baby I’m not sure if you’re aware of this but I kinda sell drugs?” “Well duh but he doesn’t need to know that.” “He’s a cop! He’ll be able to see right through me I just know it. He’s gonna hate me.” “Why would he hate you?” “Because I’m the big bad drug dealing metalhead who’s dating his precious little girl.” “I hate to break it to you honey but you’re far from being big and bad…” “that’s what you got out of that? Really?” “Just stop worrying you’ll be fine.” “If you say so…”

“Yes Eddie all of my brothers will be there.” “All of them? Like all three of them?” “Yes…” “what should I talk to them about?” “Uhh well…you could talk to them about how you know how to fix cars and or you can talk about music.” “Fix cars? Baby I know how to Hotwire a car that’s not exactly me being a mechanic.” “Well then stick with small talk and maybe tell them about your band they’d find that super cool.” “Yeah? Do any of them play the guitar or anything?” “No that’s why they’ll think it’s super cool and be very impressed.” “That’s me the picture of cool and impressive.” “Just don’t stress okay? They’re nice guys and if I like you then they’ll like you.” “Oh so you just like me huh? Nothing more?” “Eh I kinda love you but it’s no big deal.” “Cool I kinda love you too but yeah…totally no big deal.”

“Your mom just told me to call her mom is that like…normal?” “Yeah she tells everyone to call her mom it’s fine but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.” “I don’t want to be rude…” “it’s like how I call your uncle Wayne, Uncle Wayne because he asked me to but if I wasn’t okay with it he’d be fine if I called him Mr. Munson.” “Okay so…I’m gonna call her mom and see how it feels.” “That’s a good plan babe.” “She also said she likes my hair.” “I told you the bun was a good idea.” “You two have the same laugh.” “It’s like we’re related or something…” “you’re such a brat.” “But you love it.”

“Okay so who is uncle John?” “The one sitting next to my mom.” “Okay and who’s the one sitting next to your dad?” “That’s nana she’s the one who told you she liked your rings and asked to try one on.” “Right okay yeah I like her she’s fun.” “Everyone loves Nana. And my aunt Irene is the one who hasn’t stopped drinking wine since we got here.” “Yeah she keeps looking at me weird.” “Yeah just ignore her and if she tries to flirt with you come get me.” “What? Flirt with me?” “Yeah she…can get handsy so just sho her off and come get me and I’ll tell her to keep her hands to herself.” “How about you just don’t leave me alone then yeah?” “You’ve been doing great babe everyone has loved you.” “Yeah but I’m not trying to get trapped with aunt Irene.”

“I think your cousin just asked me to get high with him…” “did he ask if you wanted to take a walk?” “Yeah…” “do you want to…take a walk?” “Uh is it okay if…i take…a walk?” “I don’t care babe do whatever you want.” “This…feels like a trap.” “I swear it’s not. I have to help with dinner anyway so it would give you something to do and you’ll get to hang out with my favorite cousin.” “Okay..yeah then I’ll go…for a walk with him. But you swear you won’t be mad?” “I swear.” “Maybe you and I can talk a walk after dinner?” “Oh we are fully taking a walk after dinner.” “I love you. I’ll be back in a bit.” “Love you too. Have fun.”

[kennahjune]

Home Is With You - Steddie

-a story I’ve been thinking of for months now. Enjoy I guess-

Steve had half a mind to turn around and leave. Walk off the porch and get the hell out of there.

His hand was raised to the door, his gut filled with hesitance. Why was this so hard? It was just Mr. Munson, he’d told Steve to come to him if he needed anything and this probably counted.

Maybe he should just leave, turn around and go—

Go where? Where would he go? He was just kicked out and disowned because his father found out he was hanging out with the kids and Eddie “The Freak” Munson— who’s trailer he was literally at.

Steve couldn’t do this. He couldn’t. Mr. Munson was just being nice when he’d told Steve to come to him. He didn’t actually mean it. Mr. Munson didn’t need Steve’s problems on top of his own and Eddie’s. He should really leave—

The door opened.

Damn.

“What the hell are you doing, kid?”

Wayne Munson stood in the doorway, dressed for work. Oh yeah, he worked 3rd shift. Man, Steve was really messing everything up, wasn’t he? How could he have forgotten that Mr. Munson worked 3rd shift? Steve was just getting in his way, this was too much, he couldn’t—

“Kid?”

Mr. Munson was looking at Steve from the doorway, faint concern and confusion written on his face. Steve exhaled shakily.

“Hey—.. Mr. Munson.”

“Jesus, kid. What the hell happened to you? Thought you was done gettin’ into fights.”

Steve forgot about that. Yeah— his dad left him with a parting gift: a busted face and probably worse for wear stomach bruising.

“Uh— no, not a fight— um. Exactly.” Steve winced and put a hand over his mouth, looking away from the doorway to end of the porch. The rain was pounding on his skin, each droplet feeling like a knife piercing his body. Suddenly everything was too much, and Steve was grateful for the rain covering up the tears he felt welling in his eyes.

Apparently, he had zoned out for quite a bit, because next thing Steve knew, Mr. Munson had dragged him inside.

“Hey, kid. I don’t really know what happened but you’re free to stay here if ya need.”

Steve nodded quietly.

“Now I’ve gotta get to work, but Eddie’s in his room if ya need him. I won’t ask unless you wanna tell me. I’ll see ya in the mornin’.”

Mr. Munson ended his talk with a pat to Steve’s head, a nod pointed down the hall, and a quick look. But before Mr. Munson could leave a voice came from the hall.

“Uncle Wayne? What’s goin’ on?”

Steve turned his head to hallway. Eddie stood in the doorway, his hair in a messy bun and falling in his face. He wore a pair of old sweatpants with no shirt. Steve averted his gaze away, not wanting to get to caught up in Eddie’s really pretty face.

Steve heard the quiet steps of Mr. Munson walking over to Eddie. There was a brief, quiet exchange of words, Steve only catching the words “your boy”, and then Mr. Munson was leaving.

Steve stayed standing in the living room of the new government-bought trailer. He didn’t look up when he heard Eddie walking towards him, didn’t look up when saw Eddie’s feet stop in front of him, only looked up when Eddie’s hand was placed gently on his jaw, lifting his head up to look at him.

“What happened?” Eddie’s voice was quiet, soft, gentle. But Steve could hear the waver of anger in it.

“I just wanna sleep. Please.” Steve’s own voice was barely above a whisper, a small headache starting to form behind his eyes. It hurt to move his mouth, his jaw aching and his eyes already drooping with sleep.

“At least let me get you cleaned up sweetheart.”

Steve nodded, and allowed Eddie to drag him to the small bathroom.

The night ended with Steve wrapped in bandages and in Eddie’s arms, dowsing off to Eddie playing with his hair and humming softly after a nice hot shower.

Steve pushed himself further into Eddie’s bare chest, wrapping his arms around the older’s middle to pull him closer.

Eddie chuckled. “Go to sleep baby. We’ll talk in the morning.”

So Steve let sleep drag him down. And if it was the best slew he’d had in years, that was for him to know.

-I didn’t originally plan on posting this but oh well-

Over and out.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Eddie... honey

Pairing:Papa!Eddie Munson x plus!size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Authors note: I was working on this for a bit. I seem to have a bit of a writers block on this next chapter. So I apologize if its not everything its cracked up to be. So without further ado here she is. 

Warnings:18+ Smut, language, arguing, heart ache and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: It is happening. The long awaited release you and Eddie needed. But was it a mistake? It most definitely not, well not at first. Decisions must be made. But at what cost? 

Chapter 6: Suffering

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Tonight is the night. It's definitely happening tonight. Eddie told himself over and over again. It was the week after Tina showed her face. Now he was no longer waiting. You had went to a union seminar that took you away for a total of 6 days 11 hours 37 minutes and 52 seconds. Yup he had been keeping track. You were about to come home and he was ready. Your place was ready to go. Flowers leading from the front door to the bed. He didn't think that you guys would make it that far so he put 3 condoms by the couch just to make sure. He put condoms in a kitchen drawer. There were condoms in the bathroom and in the hallway table. And a whole box on the bedside night stand.

He was waiting in his van ready to pick you up from the airport. He checked and double checked the glove box to see if the condoms he put in there that morning were still there. They were. He went to the back and fixed the mattress he put back there just for you. Just in case he couldn't make it to the house. He really was not messing around tonight. It was happening and that's it.

He looked at his watch and got out of the van and went inside the building. He had flowers in one hand and your favorite chocolates in the other. He was so ancy he was practically jumping up and down. There were a lot of people coming out of the gate and he didn't see you.

" Sweetheart...be here. You gotta be here." He said under his breath.

" I'm here honey."

He whipped around and there you were. Pretty as a damn picture.

" How-"

" I went to get my suitcase first.... Hi."

Eddie grinned. " Hi sweetheart."

He handed you the flowers and took your bag. He pulled you in for a kiss with his hand behind your head. Foreheads meeting after.

" Eddie honey. Where's our girl?"

" She's with Wayne for the night. It's just you and me sweetheart."

You looked up into his eyes and pouted.

"Alright. Just for a minute okay. She's probably sleeping already."

You kissed him on the cheek. Thank you honey. I missed her."

" Oh I see. You only like me for my daughter."

" Well duh silly. She's just too perfect. I'm working on her to love more than you so we can run away together." You teased

Eddie frowned until you gave him kisses and apologized.

" Okay we need to hurry because I can't wait for much longer." He said handing you the box of chocolates and led you to the van.

After seeing Rosie you guys went to your place. Eddie brought in your bags and helped you out of your jacket and shoes. He was going for your shirt when you stopped him.

" Baby. Please let me shower. I need to wash the plane off and I need to wake up. I'll be out in 5 mins. I also bought something to wear for you."

" Why sweetheart? I'm just gonna take it off. I want you butt ass naked in that bed in 6 minutes. And not a second more."

"Yes sir." You said before kissing him and went.

Eddie grabbed 2 bottles of Gatorade and some snacks for when you guys needed to build up energy. He put his hair up in a low bun because things were about to get hot. He already brought a fan in earlier so he turned that on. He looked at his watch and saw you had 3 minutes left. He was so giddy he could just spit. He lit a couple of candles and turned on some music. Careless Whisper was playing.

"Oh no. Honey that is not what we should be doing it to, for our first time. Can we have Judas Priest or Def Leppard playing instead?"

He turned to look at his amazing fiance. " See baby. This is why we're getting married. Your taste in music is impeccable."

" Why thank you." You yawned and went to the bed taking off your towel and laid down.

" No. Nope. Don't do that sweetheart. We have to do this tonight. I can't wait anymore." He changed the music and took off his clothes.

His penis looked angry. The tip was this brilliant shade of red that you felt bad for it. You moved the blanket back so he could get in too. His body was so warm. You wished he would just spoon you and you could fall asleep. But no you had to stay up for him. You guys had been waiting too long for this.

Eddie propped himself on one elbow and kissed you and massaged your breast. He started to kiss your cheek down to your jaw line and then down to your neck. He took your nipple into his mouth while his hand went for your clit. Your soft moans were making it impossible to not cum right then and there. But then your moans changed. He looked up and you were falling asleep.

" Baby no." He whined "Please wake up. I can't do this when you're sleeping."

You rubbed your eyes and looked at him. " I'm sorry honey. I'm up. I'm up."

Eddie narrowed his eyes at you. "Stay with me baby. Don't fall asleep."

"Okay honey. I promise. I'm up. I won't fall asleep."

Eddie went back to rubbing and sucking. He reached over to grab a condom. He hurried and put it on and positioned himself so that his face was staring right at your perfect little pussy. He just wanted to taste you for a minute. He licked up your slick swallowing it and enjoyed the sweetness only you could provide him. He hummed into you and stuck his tongue so deep into your hole that his nose was pressing against your clit. He moved his face to use his nose and an aid to get you off. He was enjoying himself so much that he didn't realize that you were completely knocked out.

" Mmm baby. I love how wet you get for me. You taste so good." He cooed

But when you didn't respond he smiled.

" Leaving you speechless huh?" He gave your clit one last swirl of his tongue before looking up.

" Aww sweetheart common."

He got to his knees leaning his ass on his heels. He hung is head when you turned to your side and curled up a bit. He huffed and took off the condom and tossed it. He laid down facing you and pulled the blanket over both of you.

" I'm really mad at you sweetheart. But I love you. Sleep tight baby." He whispered and kissed your forehead.

...

In the morning you weren't in bed when he woke up. But he could smell food. He got up and took off the hair tie and shook his head letting his curls fall down. He put on a pair of grey sweatpants. He was not happy. He went to take a piss and shave his patchy beard he had been growing for you. Just to tick you off. Before he went to the kitchen he lifted the toilet seat and smirked. He had to pay you back. You promised you weren't gonna fall asleep. He walked out to the kitchen and jumped up on the counter. You had your back towards him plating up pancakes.

You were wearing this red and black flannel the went a little past your your bum, with the sleeves rolled up. Your hair was in a messy high bun. If you didn't look so damn cute Eddie would have stayed mad at you. But he couldn't. He loved you. But he sure was gonna play like he was.

You turned around and frowned. He shaved his beard. Yup he was upset. How could you do that to him? Poor Eddie. How were you going to make it up to him? You went to stand in front of him holding up the plate of pancakes.

" I'm sorry honey. Please forgive me. I made you 'I'm sorry' pancakes."

Eddie huffed and looked away crossing his arms trying not to smile.

" No. How about I'm really sorry bacon?" You said putting down the pancakes and picking up a plate of nice crispy bacon.

Eddie uncrossed his arms and held on to the edge of the counter hanging his head. Crap he was really pissed. You sat the plate down and moved between his legs, cupping his face and lifting it.

" Honey how about I'm really really sorry kisses?"

You lifted to your toes and kissed his cheeks and his nose and chin. He put his hands on your waist to pull you closer. He wants your lips so he hopped down and found them with his. He grabbed your ass and smiled to himself. You didn't put on any underwear. He was instantly hard. You pulled off his sweatpants and he pulled you scrunchie out gently. You guys were on the floor in seconds.

Eddie was going for your buttons on your flannel but was frustrated trying to get them off. He grabbed either side and was about to rip it open.

"No don't honey. I like this shirt."

" I'll sow them back on sweetheart. I promise."

You were mid nod when he ripped open your shirt and your tits bounced. He sat up and immediately put one of your nipples in his mouth. He cupped the other and rubbed your nipple with his thumb. He reached over to a drawer and pulled out a foil wrapper. You looked at it and smiled.

" how many do you have in there?" You leaned to look in the drawer and smiled.

" Sweetheart. I need you to focus." He said with a piece of the foil between his teeth.

He quickly put on the condom and went back to massage your breast showing them both equal attention with his tongue.

Your hand was guiding his member to your warmth. Eddie helped you to your knees so that you could put him in. He laid down as soon as his tip went His eyes rolled back from how damn warm and tight you were. You sank down slowly trying to take him as much as you could before you had to stop and get used to his stretch.

"J-jesus ba-baby " Eddie choked. " Fu-"

The moment he was in you, your whole body tingled. The feeling of his tip pushing it's way into you was something you really couldn't explain. You had sex before but it never felt like this. The feeling of him gave you goosebumps, like when you hear that favorite part of a song that sends chills to your arms and legs

You couldn't believe how you got all of him in you. But here you were. Your bundle of nerves were being tickled by his short and curlys. His tip smashing into a spot deep inside you that made your body shivered and jerked. The bitter sweet pain made you ache for more. You lifted a bit but pushed down harder releasing a silent gasp. Your eyes snapped shut as the wonderful shooting pain radiated deep in your core.

Eddie's fingers dug into the meat of your thick thighs. He raised his hips just a little to push further into that soft pillowy spot. His loud groans caused you to quiver. You rocked your hips slowly to prolong your orgasm.

"Oh fuck sweetheart... shit."

Eddie's hands moved to your hips to move you faster. Once he did that you were done for.

" Eddie...I'm so..I'm..so...close."

" Fuck! Cum. Cum. Baby...I'm cumming."

Your hips jerked as Eddie's bucked. He could feel his hot sticky cum surrounding his cock. You kept moving until his body tensed under you. You sat there for a moment to catch your breath. You looked down to see Eddie shaking his head.

" Jesus H Christ sweetheart. I can't...fuck!"

" Good?"

"Other worldly."

You giggled causing Eddie to sit up and hug you.

" Don't laugh. I'm not ready to go again yet. Give me like 3 minutes."

He kissed you deeply and rested his head on your chest. You held him stroking his back.

" I'm hungry." Eddie's voice was muffled due to his face being buried.

You got off of him giving him one last kiss before putting your buttonless shirt back on. Eddie pulled on his sweats but stayed sitting on the floor. You gave him his plate and laid down so that your head was rest in his lap. Eddie fed you some of his pancakes. He was going on and on how now he couldn't wait to get married. You just looked up and admired his enthusiasm.

Eddie gasp. " Let's move in together."

"Umm honey, wasn't that the plan after we get married?"

"Yeah but I'm talking about like next week. Let's get a house!"

...

" A house?"

" Yeah sweetheart. Let's do this."

" Ok but it's gonna take much longer than a week to get one. Are you sure?"

Eddie bent down to kiss your forehead with sticky lips. " Absolutely! I'm so excited... Mr. And Mrs. Munson."

You giggled and touched his jaw. " I like the sound of that."

He grinned at you and lifted a brow. " Okay. Keep looking at me like that and we are gonna go at it like bunnies."

"Look at you like what?"

" Like you love me."

" But umm I do. With all my butt."

" With all your butt?" He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at you.

" Yes. I would say with all my heart but my butt is bigger. But I love you with all my heart too."

" Oh you. You are so fucking cute. I swear."

" No you. But ummm I'm ready when you are" you gave him a sly smile.

" Oh shit! Let's go sweetheart."

Eddie and you were shopping around looking for a place. It was about a month til the wedding and you were so nervous. So much was happening so fast. It was natural to be anxious. But things turned when you missed your period.

You and Eddie had sex a lot. And when I mean a lot I mean a lot . In your car, in his van. At the lake and in the parking lot at work. In a gas station stall, at skull rock, on the old bench in the woods. In the morning before work and after Rosie would pass out. You guys learned quickly how to be quiet. Eddie's insatiable need to have you anywhere and everywhere was exciting. But you were late and started to freak out. You should have talked to him about it but you really thought it was the stress of moving and the wedding. Rosie was in her terrible twos and she was putting you and Eddie through the ringer. She only wanted to be held by you and you tried. But between working and everything else it was hard to comfort her as much as you like.

She was really giving Eddie a hard time. She constantly smacked him and cried. She would refuse to eat until you would feed her. Eddie was also having a hard time at work. He had gotten a promotion and moved to the maintenance department, working on broken machines and what not. The job wasn't hard but the classes he had to take on the electrical part was. He had to pass a test in a few weeks so that he could get the highest wage. The money was good but the studying was overwhelming.

He would spend hours at the trailer while you and Rosie would be at your place so he could have peace and quiet. You enjoyed the mommy daughter time you had with her but you missed Eddie. He worked a lot more now leaving you to plan the wedding. It being too much for you to handle alone. You enlisted the help from Dustin and Wayne.

You had decided that you wanted a simple wedding and chose not to wear white. You were trying on a bunch of dresses for the guys. But Rosie was screaming her head off because she wasn't in your arms. You took her into the dressing room and picked out a matching light yellow dress. It fell down to your ankles and had a lace wrap. It was really beautiful. You looked in the mirror hold Rosie on your hip.

" Oh look at you sweet girl. You look so pretty."

"Ma- mum" she babbled smacking your chest lightly.

" Yes princess. We look so pretty. Just two princesses waiting for our knight in shiny leather jacket....I miss your daddy sweet girl." You bounced her and almost cried.

You went outside to show Dustin and Wayne.

" Oh my god! You look great!" Dustin smiled.

Wayne smiled and nodded.

" I think this is the one." You grinned

" Definitely." Dustin agreed.

You stood there rocking Rosie. " What do you think princess? Will daddy like it?"

She was too distracted with your necklace to pay attention. That's when you started to feel sick. You handed her to Wayne as your rushed to the bathroom. You could hear her screaming as you closed the door. You were vomiting like crazy. You washed your mouth out and stared into the mirror.

" No. This can't be happening."

There was a knock at the door.

" Miss are you okay? Do you need water?" The lady who was helping you pick out dresses asked through the door.

" I'm uhh I'm ok. Can you ring me up for the two dresses?"

" Of course."

You heard her leave and took a deep breath. You went back and grabbed Rosie.

" Is everything alright kiddo?" Wayne looked worried.

" Umm yeah. Im just not feeling well. Can we call it a day?"

" But we need to go to the flower shop." Dustin claimed

" We can go later. I think I'm coming down with something."

They both nodded and you and Rosie went to change. After dropping off Dustin you and Wayne were driving back to the trailer.

" Mr Munson, can we stop at the pharmacy before we go back?"

" Sure thing."

Once back at the trailer you put Rosie down for a nap and grabbed you pharmacy bag and went to the restroom. You had told Wayne what was going on and he sat patently in the living room for you. You were sitting on the toilet waiting for the results of the pregnancy test. You were biting your nails as your knee bounced. You were losing it. This couldn't happen. You looked at your watch and you had a minute left. You were praying that it was negative. God you couldn't be pregnant. You guys had been so careful.

You walked out and sat next to Wayne. The hand that was holding the test was shaking. You didn't have to say anything. Wayne just knew. He hugged you as you cried into his chest.

" It's okay y/n. Everything is going to be alright."

" Wayne. I can't have another baby. I just can't. What if I lose it? Eddie is so stressed out lately and he's gonna be so mad. He would never forgive me and I can't lose another one."

" Y/n he won't be like that. Did you guys ever talk about what might happen if you did?"

You pulled back to wipe your tears away. " No. We've always been so careful."

Wayne sighed. " Well let's get you to the walk-in and make sure that's right. We'll get you checked out and then we can go from there." He pointed at the test.

You sniffled and nodded. Wayne hugged you and rubbed your arms. " Everything will be just fine. I know my boy. He won't be mad."

...

Eddie busted his ass today. He had a hands on test today and he passed it with flying colors. It was just the written part of it. He had seen less of you and Rosie since he started this new job and he hated it. On his way to the trailer he was looking forward to seeing you. Imagine his surprise when he didn't see your car there. He jogged inside to see his uncle sitting on the couch.

" Hey old man. Where are my girls?" Eddie went to wash his dirty hands before grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

" They went to y/n place."

" Damnit I really was hoping to not have to drive over there tonight."

" Son I need you to come and have a seat."

" Don't tell me. Y/n didn't find the perfect dress because Rosie was throwing a fit and now she wants to call off the wedding." He smirk.

" No. She found a dress. Her and Rosie looked so beautiful."

Eddie smiled. He could just imagine you and Rosie dancing together at the reception in your pretty dresses.

"Son. Sit down."

Eddie tilted his head and furrowed his brow. " Are they ok?!"

Wayne gave him a look that worried him. So he went and sat in the recliner with the beer in his fist.

"Eddie, I know that I shouldn't be the one to tell you this. But since I was here the last time. You need to be here instead of with y/n."

" Okay enough with being cryptic old man. "

Wayne sighed through his nose. " Y/n is pregnant."

It was silent for a minute then Eddie laughed. But it stopped as soon as he realized it wasn't a joke. He clenched his fist and stood up slamming his beer on the coffee table.

" HOW THE FUCK?! WHAT THE HELL?! NO. NOPE. NOT POSSIBLE!"

" Son-"

"HOW COULD SHE DO THAT TO ME?!" He punched the wall.

"She didnt-"

" NO! WE CAN'T. I'M NOT READY." He paced the small living room.

He was so mad. Why did this have to happen now? There was already too much going on. He went outside to smoke sitting on the porch.

" FUCK!"

Wayne followed him and stood in front of him. " You need to calm down."

" How?! This has got to be some cruel joke. We aren't even married yet....How did this happen? We always wore-" he stopped talking when he realized when it happened. " One broke....FUCK ME!..When did she find out?"

" Today. I told her to go and rest. She's uhh. She's not in a good place right now."

Eddie's heart sank. How could he only think about himself right now?

" I need to go to her." Eddie said putting out his cigarette.

" Wait. There's more."

Eddie looked at him. He felt a wave of concern wash over him.

" You know that stuff she takes for her depression?"

Eddie nodded.

" Well." Wayne cleared his throat. " It can cause a premature birth....and the baby can be born with persistent pulmonary hypertension. It's when too much blood flows through the baby's lungs. It's not curable....son, the survival rate with treatment is between 7 to 10 years."

Eddie's knees went weak and he fell back onto the steps and buried his face in his hands. How could he let this happen to you? How could you be alone right now?

" How common is it in newborns?" His voice was shaky and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Wayne went to sit next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. " In premature babies it's up to 23%. But because of the medicine it shoots up to 56%."

Eddie started to cry. How could he fix this? Just a minute ago he didn't want another baby. But now he did. He had to go to you. He needed to be there to comfort you. Hold you. Tell you everything will be ok. Tell you that he loved you.

...

Eddie walked into your place and everything was off and it was so quiet. It was already late so he knew Rosie was asleep. He took off his jacket and his shoes at the door. He walked slowly to the room and saw Rosie in the crib and you on the bed. He went to give her a kiss. He rolled out her crib quietly into your son's room that you had made up for her. He came back and took off his shirt and pants and closed the door. He climbed into bed and looked at the back of your head.

" Hi" you whispered as you turned to face him.

" Hey sweetheart"

You gave him a half hearted smile. " Did you have a good day?"

" Yes. And you?"

You were quiet for a minute before you started to sniffle.

" Eddie....I..." Your voice broke. " I'm so sorry Eddie....I... I'm...I'm pregnant."

He cupped your face with one hand. " Don't be sorry baby. It's okay."

" No it's not. I can't-"

He shushed you and pulled you into his arms. " I know. Wayne told me....it's okay. Everything is going to be alright."

" Eddie, I want this baby." You cried

He held you tighter and rubbed your back. " I do too."

" W-what if the baby is sick?"

" Then we will handle it. We will love them no matter what."

" I can't lose -"

" You won't. Baby I promise. You won't."

"... Eddie I can understand if you don't want to be with me-"

Eddie turned you so that you were laying on your back and his face was hovering over yours.

" You listen to me y/n. Don't ever think that I don't want you okay. I understand that things are hard. And this isn't the only time we're gonna struggle. And we're probably gonna fight sooner or later. But baby you're worth whatever comes our way. I will never give up on you, no matter how hard it gets. You got me. Through good days and bad. I will always be by your side. We are going to get married. We are going to get a house. And we are going to have a baby. We're gonna be one big happy family. Because I love you."

He wiped your tears away and kissed you with such love that he nearly melted. He looked over to the baby monitor to check on Rosie and she was sleeping like a rock. He looked back to your beautiful eyes.

" I love you Eddie. I love you so much."

" Can I make love to you sweetheart?"

You smiled against his lips. " Anything for you honey."

He placed his lips on you again and took off your underwear and then his boxers. He leaned on one arm to hold himself up.

" Should I put on a rubber?"

You moved his hair behind his shoulders and smiled. "Can't get anymore pregnant."

He grinned and tilted his head. " Baby, I have super sperm. It could be possible."

You giggled and kissed him. Your laugh was the best sound he had ever heard. Your smile was the most beautiful thing to ever exist on this planet. He loved you so damn much it made his stomach hurt.

He went to guide his dick up and down your slick folds. Collecting your wetness and stroked himself to spread it. Once he centered himself to your entrance he put his tip in and used both hands to hold himself up. He dipped down to kiss you as he pushed through your warm slick walls. A sob left his chest at the amount of pleasure you were allowing him to have.

You had to move your lips away from Eddie's in order to bite your lip to stop a loud moan from leaving them. The first thrust is the absolute best. Feeling every throb of him in your aching sex. Making your toes curl and your back to arch. Eddie always felt so good since the very first time. And this time was no different.

Eddie cupped your chin and turned your face back to look at him. He lost himself in your eyes. He leaned lower and rested on his elbow, hands wrapped around your shoulders. His forehead met yours as his thrusts moved from painful slow to delicious hard. Every time his hips smashed into yours, he would wait a second before pulling out to his tip, then slowly went back in until he was about 3/4 of the way and he would ram the rest right in. This making your whole body jolt upward.

You had to grab a pillow to cover your moans. Eddie was really giving it to you and you couldn't hold back anymore. But Eddie needed to see you. See all the pretty faces you made. But he definitely didn't want to wake Rosie with all these wonderful sounds. So put his hand on your mouth.

" Baby please. You have to be quiet. If you don't Rosie will wake up and I have to stop." He whispered in your ear.

" I'm.... trying" you mumbled and moaned behind his hand.

" I know sweetheart. I know. I'm almost there."

Me too. You tried to say but Eddie's hand covered your whole mouth and chin.

" I know...I can... ugh. ...I can feel....fuck...fuck...feel it."

He removed his hand from your mouth and white knuckled the pillow under your head with his other hand mimicking the other. You pulled him gently into your neck to muffle his whines and groans that were now way louder than yours. It was just a few more thrusts when you felt your release coming. That's when you felt Eddie's body trembled and hunched his back as his warm cum shot deep inside you. Yours mixed with his made you incredibly slick.

After you both came down from a satisfying climax, Eddie just laid on top of you kissing your neck and your cheek. He looked into your eyes and just fell in love all over again. He leaned in and kissed you ever so gently. Meeting your forehead with his. He moved to the side pulling out his flaccid self and laid on his side. He moved his hand on your tummy and slightly stroked with his thumb. You smiled snuggling up to him.

...

It was a week before the wedding and things were completely overwhelming. You were at work passing out the new enrollment packages for next year's health insurance. Eddie was at the labor temple taking his written test to be a certified mechanic. So it was just you and Wayne in the tiny union office. Wanye was just recently voted president and you had been voted as his secretary.

You were going through the finished paperwork to enter them into the system when Wayne asked if you were hungry. You nodded and he left to get you two lunches. You have been craving a lot of sugary foods lately and hoped he would bring you back cookies or a big slice of pie. He was only gone for a few minutes when a coworker busted into the room looking enraged.

" Hey John. What can I do for you?"

" Can you tell me what the hell is this?! Why are the premiums going up on this?"

You looked over and he was holding up the folder you gave to him a while ago.

" Umm well it's one of the negotiations the union had agreed upon. I know it's a lot. But it will come in handy if something should come up."

" THAT'S BULLSHIT!"

You jumped at his sudden bluntness. " I'm really sorry."

" DON'T BE SORRY JUST FIX THIS!"

You felt your heart begin to race and your palms began to sweat. " I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do."

" FUCK YOU! WHERE'S MUNSON?!"

" John please...calm down."

" NO! THIS IS RIDICULOUSLY!"

"Please-"

" I AM NOT FILLING THIS SHIT OUT!" He screamed throwing the papers in your face.

" HEY THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU NEED TO CALM DOWN AND STOP BEING SO DARN RUDE!" You yelled. You had started to feel a pain in your tummy when you were finished. You held it trying to soothe the pain. You had been feeling off all day. But his yelling made it so much worse.

"EAT IT YOU BITCH! EVER SINCE YOU JOINED THE COUNSEL YOU'VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A REAL FUCKING CUNT! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON ALL THE FAVORITISM YOU AND WAYNE HAVE BEEN SHOWING OTHERS. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING THE MUNSON BOY DOESN'T MEAN HE SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN THAT MAINTENANCE POSITION!"

The pain in your stomach got worse and you felt a warmth building between your legs.

"LIST-" you tried to speak when Wayne came in.

"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU JOHN?!"

John wasn't expecting to hear Wayne so upset. " I-I"

Wayne set the trays down on the floor and picked up John by the collar of his jumpsuit. "NO ONE IS PLAYING FAVORITES. MY BOY GOT THE JOB FAIR AND SQUARE BECAUSE HE IS GOOD! AND IF I EVER CATCH YOU NEAR MY DAUGHTER IN-LAW AGAIN. I WILL BEAT YOU WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE!....NOW GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"

Wayne tossed him out of the office and slammed the door. He was so angry you could swear you saw steam coming out of his ears. You had never heard him like that.

" Wayne." You whimpered

He turned around and his anger turned into fear. He saw your hand covered in blood and blood coming from between your legs. He went over to hold you.

" It's ok. I'm calling you an ambulance."

...

Wayne tucked you into bed when you guys got back from the ER. He kissed the top of your head.

" Rest kiddo. If you need me just holler."

You nodded. He left closing the door just enough to leave a crack in it so he could hear you. He went to your living room and sat on the couch. He sighed heavily. You and Eddie couldn't catch a damn break. He waited there until Eddie came.

Eddie had Rosie on his hip when he walked into your place. " Hey what're you doing here?"

Eddie went to put Rosie in her play pin and turned to Wayne who was standing now.

" Let's go outside. Y/n is sleeping."

Eddie looked at his watch. " This early?"

" Yes. Common let's talk."

They both went outside and Eddie left the door open so Rosie could still see him.

" Son, we had to go to the hospital today."

" What?! What happened? Is the baby ok? Is she okay?"

" Yes. Yes. They're going to be fine. Y/n just needs to rest. She's just been too stressed out lately and it's effecting her and the baby."

Shit. He knew he was spending too much time away from you. He hated that he was working so much. He knew it would bite him in the ass. But he had to do it. He had to give you and Rosie and the new baby a life he would be proud of. You deserved everything and he was going to give it to you. But not if he was going to lose you. There was nothing in this world he wouldn't do for you or Rosie. Now you guys have a little one coming too. Yes it was a lot. But as long as he had you, he could take on the world.

" Son, you need to be with her tonight. I'm gonna take Rosie so you guys can be together."

Eddie swallowed the lump that was building in his throat and blinked away the tears. " uhh yeah alright."

Wayne hugged him. "It's okay. Everything is going to be fine. Just make sure to take care of her."

" I always will." Eddie's voice broke.

When Wayne and Rosie left, Eddie paced the hallway. He had to make a decision for the both of you in order to cut back the stress you had. He couldn't lose either one of you. He wanted so badly to marry you on Saturday. But you were hurting and he couldn't let that happen anymore. He really fucked up by not helping you with this. So he made the decision to call off the wedding and hold off on moving in together. Not that he wanted to, but he had to. For the baby, for you.

He took off his jacket and shoes and went to lay down with you. You were sound asleep and he spooned you. He put his hand on your belly and caressed it. Tears fell and he held you and the baby.

He whispered" Common peanut. Be nice to mommy...I need her."

@salenorona23 @mrsjaderogers @b-irock @browneyes528

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You gripped your steering wheel hard as you drove as carefully as you could to the Munson's trailer. It was the day before the wedding and Eddie had been keeping Rosie away from you. You were so upset from the information you got this morning and you were going to confront Eddie about it. Tears streamed down your face as you constantly grabbed your tummy and wiped them away.

Finally pulling up to the place Eddie was outside smoking. When he saw you he put it out the cigarette quickly and got to his feet. You got out and looked awful.

" Sweetheart, you're supposed to be in bed." He came towards.

" Why did I just get calls cancelling the flowers and our slot for the chapel?!"

"I uhh..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

He had meant to tell you. But he was scared that this was going to be your reaction. He didn't want to stress you out more.

" What? You don't want to marry me anymore?" Your lip quivered

" Yeah I do. It's just-"

" What?! Is this too much now? Am I too much?"

" No no baby. I just thought it would be better this way okay." His eyes filled with sadness.

" Better this way? What not being together?!"

" Please baby, I need you to calm down." He put his hands on your shoulders but you pushed them off.

" No! I know what you're trying to do. And I love you for that. But you can't just cancel everything because of it. Can't you see. Instead of making things better, you're making it so much worse. Keeping Rosie away, telling our realtor to not look for houses anymore.

" Sweetheart, common let's just go inside and calm down and we can talk about this."

" I don't want to talk about this. I want to get married tomorrow! I want to see my daughter! And I want you to stop smoking!"

" I-I"

" Figured out what's really important to you because if you want to be with me. I'll be the one in the dress at the chapel."

You opened the car door and got in.

" Baby please. Don't leave. Don't go like this."

" No Eddie! My heart hurts too much to look at you right now. How could you cancel everything without telling me?! Am I not important enough for you to just talk to? We were supposed to be a team. And you decided this without me. If you would have just said something. We could have come to a compromise. Not just you calling everything off." Tears rolled down your face.

" I mean it Eddie. I will be there tomorrow...please be there too. I need you to be there."

His heart broke when he watched you drive off. How was he going to do this?

[jerseygirllll]

bittersweet cherries I e.m CHAPTER 3

previous chapter

couple: eddie munson x aurora henderson (oc)

word count: 1.5k

summary: small flashback between eddie and aurora, conversation with her mother about eddie, dustin tells aurora to go to eddie to talk to him

a/n: idk how to structure this chapter, but I think it worked out well anyways, I hope yall enjoy it :)

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“Come, Eddie. You have to try it on once before graduation! We have to check if it needs to be hemmed!” Your argument had been going on for an hour, and Eddie wasn’t letting up.

“Did you just call me short?!” He scoffed, flipped his hair, and walked off. 

“Babe, please. Just put it on so I can check the length.”

“Noooo!”

“I’ll give you a kiss if you’ll put it on.”

“Really?”

“No, Eddie. Just put the gown on, pleaseee.”

“No kiss, No gown, darling.” He teased me. 

“Please, Eddie”

“Nooooo!”

“Why not?”

“Because… It's bad luck.” Eddie finally sat down on the couch. “It’s gonna jinx my chance.” 

Over the last year, you worked with Eddie to ensure he didn’t have to army crawl to graduate. You ensured he understood the subjects well, helped him with some projects, and studied with him tirelessly every night. He was very proud of himself when he got his first B, and Wayne hung it up on the fridge. It later got replaced by his first A- which you, Wayne, and Eddie all celebrated that night with a little dance party.

Although it took him a long time to graduate and people always made fun, he is still very proud. He never thought he could do it, especially not without you. He owed this to you. But he was still his peculiar self, and it had to be done his way. 

“Bad luck? Sweetie, who told you that?” 

“No one did. I guess I’ve just convinced myself that if I put that gown on, my chances of graduating will go away.” You sat next to him on the couch, curled up with your legs providing an armrest for him. He hung his arm against you, lightly tracing circles on your leg. 

“Eddie, I promise you that trying on the gown won't ruin your chances. Nothing can ruin your chances because you worked hard and earned this.” Your hand held his trying to comfort him. “If anyone tries to get in the way, I’ll kill them.” 

He laughed, “Sure, sure you will, Rory.” 

“Please. Just for me? Let me make this day perfect for you. I need to check the length, Eds.” Hoping he would let you if you pleaded some more. 

“Fine,” You cheered, “But I don’t wanna see.”

“Deal.” Dragging his butt off the couch and into his room. You helped him with the sleeves and zipped up the long green gown, tracing your finger against the orange piping. 

Eddie wasn’t looking; however, you were. He was standing in front of you in his high school graduation gown, something he never thought he’d be able to wear. A tear escaped you as you checked him out. 

“Rory, please hurry up. This thing is hot as shit.” 

“Hold on one second. I just need to pin it.” You took a pin and folded it over the fabric's edge that was too long. Readjusting it to make sure it was even on both sides. “There ya go! You can take it off now.” 

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After only seeing Eddie’s van when dropping Dustin off, you felt worse. You wanted to turn the car around and go back to him. Instead, you were too afraid. Nerves would’ve taken over your body and made you unable to move. So instead, you acted like a coward and drove back home. 

“Mom? Where are you?” You kicked off your shoes and put your hoodie on the hook. 

“My room, sweetie!” 

She was in there folding laundry. You moved to sit on the bed next to her and started folding the towels. Doing things with her was always comforting because she would never make you talk. Dustin, oh, she should drill into him because he's her Dusty-Bun. But she never forced you to talk about anything. She knew if you wanted to, you would speak up, giving you the option to speak on it. 

“Do you think you could do something for me, mom?” placing the folded towel on the pile, “Could you somehow get Eddie to come here tomorrow?”

“Aurora, are you ready to see him? You haven’t even seen the rest of your friends yet.” 

“I know, but I think I have to make things right with him before anything else.” Your mind was a wreck trying to figure out the words you would say to him. “I need to, mom. I miss him too much.”

She scooted closed and pulled you into a hug. Immediately you started to cry on her shoulder. “I’ll call him, okay? I’ll ask him to pick up Dustin or something. Does that work?” All she felt was you nod against her. 

“Aww, sugar, I know you will make things better with him. The two of you are meant for each other.”

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When Dustin got home from Hellfire later that afternoon, he wasn’t as jacked up as you thought. You have vivid memories of him coming through the front door, cheering and rambling on about whatever troll or monster he slayed in the game. 

Today he went straight to his room and didn’t come out until dinner. 

You worried that because he saw Eddie, he might have been in an uncomfortable position. Last night, when you guys were recapping on what had happened while you were away, Dustin mentioned that Eddie often asked if he had heard anything from you. Dustin's conversation with you probably made him more nervous about speaking with Eddie. You felt awful because of this. Dustin and Eddie were close, and you didn’t want to come in between them. 

“Hey, Dustin,” You leaned against, “how was Hellfire? Did the campaign end?”

No response.

“Dusty? Did you hear me?” You questioned him once more before moving closer, sitting next to him on his bed. The both of you faced his scattered desk, which had piles of work on it, sheets from D&D, or assignments from Physics. The occasional leftover snack bag was hidden under some of the piles. 

He sniffled, which made your heart break. “Talk to him.” His voice cracked as he said it. Dustin wasn’t the most emotional person in the world. Sometimes they just got too overwhelming for him.

“What?”

“He needs you. You need him. Please, I’m begging you. Go talk to him.” 

“Dustin…”

“No, Rory, you have to. I told him we hadn’t heard anything after he asked, and you could see the tears forming in his eyes.” The image of Eddie crying alone made your whole body limp. You felt sorry for making him feel like that. You felt terrible. “I don’t care if it ends up with the two of you grossly making out or in a huge verbal fight. You just need to go to him.”

You laughed at his comment of you making out, but he was too serious to even laugh at it. “Okay, look. I had asked mom earlier if she could somehow get Eddie over here tomorrow. I figured that if he came here, I wouldn’t be able to run away as easily. I know I need to talk to him, but I’m still scared to.”

“Rory, you’re my sister. I want what is best for you. And I honestly think that Eddie is what's best for you. I never saw you as happy as you were when you were with him. I might be an annoying younger brother, but I care about you.” Everything he said warmed your heart. 

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll be there with you when you see him. Is that okay?” Dustin offered. 

All you did was nod in response. You pulled your brother into a tight hug, not caring how hard you squeezed him. 

After you released him from your grasp, you took a moment to think. 

“Let’s go now.” You stated. In a way, shocking you and Dustin at the same time. 

“What? Isn’t mom having him come tomorrow?”

“You’re right, Dustin. I need to go to him and I wanna go now. Grab your jacket, it got colder.” 

You left the room, going into yours to freshen up your look. Did you really care that much? No. But you had been crying earlier, and your conversation with your mom made you tear up some more; as a result, eyeliner was smeared under your eyes, and the mascara you had on stained your cheek. You quickly put on your red converse and met Dustin at the front door. 

“Mom, we're going to grab some snacks and a movie! We’ll be back in a bit!” She waved the two of you off with her monologue on being safe and not getting too much sugar. Her words were cut off by the door slamming. 

The air at gotten colder, as you figured. The two of you piled into your car turning the heat on as soon as you got in. 

“You ready?”

“I think so.” The car backed down the driveway, and you drove towards Forest Hills trail park. You didn’t have a plan as to what you would say to him. His reaction alone was still worrying you. It was a rough year for the both of you being separated from each other. For years, you were always together. Either at school, in the woods, in his trailer, or with your friends hanging out. You had never really experienced not having Eddie in your life until you left. With everything Dustin told you, it seems that Eddie wasn’t his best self without you here. 

[hollyharper]

The Bachelor- Damian Wayne x Female Reader

Part 1-

How you got here is still a blur. It had started with your friend submitting your portfolio to the waynes and ended where you are now, in the Wayne’s version of the Bachelor. Bruce would never trust his beloved son in the hands of media producers. For why Bruce made this decision, there are a thousand accounts. The one you had been told was that Damian had been an adverse to dating from the start, and his father was attempting to ignite that flame. You had seen hundreds of photos of Bruce Wayne’s eighteen year old heir, in everyone he was frowning. Now, you stand in Wayne Manor’s rarely used ballroom. About fourteen other girls wait with you. How long will you be here? Your best friend had gotten you this far. You can still remember her face as she hugged you goodbye. You both knew nothing would ever be the same after this.

Cameras are everywhere. You force yourself to stand up straight. Your dress falls down to the floor in gentle waves. It’s turquoise color highlights your skin tone, but that color does that for any tone. You had been wise to do so. To your surprise, you’re the only girl in blue. The rest are clothed in dark reds and greens. While you had chosen a more elegant dress, the other girls had taken a more sexy appearance. It’s saddening. The others dress as if the only thing that matters in this ‘contest’ is body shape. At least, you stand out in that way. The entire Wayne family, not counting Damian himself, are here. The girls disperse throughout the room. You find yourself nervously watching from the corner as all the others make small talk with the family and each other. This could be your family one day. The idea hits hard. If you win, if you somehow manage to win the heart of the richest teen in the world, you could have Wayne as your last name. You shake your head, what are the chances?

“Hello.”

You jump at the unexpected voice. You whirl around, and find yourself face to face with Damian Wayne.

“H-hi.” You stammer.

A lock of hair falls from your bun and into your face. You tuck it behind your ear, your hands shaking.

“I’m Y/n.” You whisper.

“It’s an honor to meet you.” He says flatly. It is clearly a practiced response.

A giggle erupts from your mouth. Your face flushes red. His frown deeps towards a scowl.

“Where are you from?” He asks, probably another rehurashed question.

“You've probably never heard of it.” You manage.

Did he look this hot before? His hair had clearly been slicked back with gel, but slowly, it’s breaking free. His jaw is well defined, his nose thin and regal, and his emerald green eyes, are the most alluring thing you’ve ever seen.

“What are your interests?” He asks.

“I like art.” You choke out. You fidget with the fabric of your skirt.

His eye brows arch. “What kind of art?”

“Acrylic, Watercolor, sketching. I also do a little digital work.” The anxiety bleeds away somewhat, as you ramble.

“I’d love to see your work some time.” Damian says, with something closer to a smile than his earlier scowl.

“R-really?” Your stammer returns.

“Of course. I dabble in art myself.” The corners of his mouth turn up a little more.

“That’s cool.” You raise your chin a little more. “What d-”

“Damian!”

He turns from you, his expression falling back into dislike. “Yes, Father?”

Bruce meets your eyes, then stumps to whisper in his son’s ear. Damian flat out scowls. Bruce patts his son’s shoulder before whisking away to greet some of the other girls. Damian’s scowl stay’s planted.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

He scoffs. “I’m supposed to greet all the others.”

“Oh.” He looks eager for any escape.

[violentfeminisim]

The first chapter of my Dustin x Munson OC witch will be on my A03 and Wattpad maybe tumbler

How do you love someone who can't love thereself? A lifelong question that no know but Dustin Henderson had they answer too, in his eyes it was easy, she was the one for him no matter what broken past she had come from. It was her it would always be her even if they didn't know it yet.

March 4 1986, Hawkins Indiana

Afternoon rainstorms berated the hood of brother's van as Iron Midian blasted from the living room, it must of been well into the afternoon as Eddie was practically nocturnal, around this time my uncle would be on his way home for his lunch break and Eddie would be high on the couch waiting for me to join him. I pulled on an old dio shirt of my brothers and found him laying out across the couch one arm splayed behind his head with a joint in his other hand. "Finally" he smiled as i set next to him on the old tattered couch, "I didn't even sleep that long it's only..two" i said when my eyes fell onto the clock that sat on the wall.

My brother rolled his eyes taking a drag from the joint in his hand before passing it over to me, I know what you're thinking trust me is it irresponsible of Eddie to give a fifteen year old "drugs" maybe but, Eddie says it's a safe drug and he knew it wasn't laced, besides he would never leave me alone when i was high. My brother knew what he was doing or at least i think he does. I kicked my bare feet up on the old coffee table that was littered with cup's and dirty dishes before taking a long drag of the join Eddie had given me.

The old squeaky front door of our trailer pushed open as my Uncle Wayne entered the trashed heap of a living room to get his usual sandwich and pop to take back to work with him. He groaned waving his hand through the smoke filled air and spoke to Eddie "Stop given' that stuff to the kid Eddie what'd i tell you about that" he reprimanded before heading for the fridge, "Relax she's fine, right kiddo?" Eddie grinned standing up and began clearing off the coffee table "Right Ed's" i replied before putting out the joint and helping my uncle make his lunch. My family was far from perfect but we were great in our ow way. We weren't nice like the Wheeler's or the Buckley's or rich and important like the Harrington's but we were unique but we loved each other in our own way the Munson's didn't need wealth or respect we had each other just the three of us, and that stray cat that comes around every day at six because Eddie won't stop feeding her.

I felt a paper ball hit the back of my tangled hair as my brother tried to grab my attention "what dickhead" i asked in annoyance as Wayne side hugged me before walking out the door, "You coming or not?" he asked standing with his arms crossed "where" i said having not paid attention to whatever he must of said earlier, "lunch" he waved his arms around dramatically "yeah, give me a second" i told him before running off to get ready, "were going with hellfire club!,  I'm meeting new recruits" he shouted as if was the most important thing in the world, and to my brother it was.

I kept the dio shirt and paired it with some black jeans and a chained bet, my hair was a reck and needed to be washed but Eddie would kill me if i made him wait any longer so i tied the black curls into a low lose bun and dashed for Eddie's van outside where he was waiting for me, "Is that my shirt" he asked as i sat myself in the passenger seat of the 'Corroded Coffin' van "Maybe" i rolled my eyes pulling down the mirror from the overhead visor and taking the spare eyeliner from Eddie's cupholder "does my eyeliner look okay" my brother asked trying to glance over in my mirror while he was driving, "could you stop being so gay and maybe i don't know drive" i said shutting the mirror as i finished witch only made my brother stick his tounge out like he was seven.

Eddie and I got along better than most sibling's because to put it simply Eddie wasn't like most siblings. Eddie was still in his senior year of high school despite being a grown man, Eddie had a band that i sang for on occasion, Eddie was a metal head d&d nerd who worn as much eyeliner as i did and Eddie was the best. "I wish you'd come to your senses and join Hellfire" he told me, my brother taught me to play from a ripe young age of nine and i was great at it, does that mean I'll join Hellfire? Fuck no, i just rolled my eyes as he parked the van and i climbed out watching as my brother pulled his jacket over his hellfire club shirt and strolled towards the Roy Rogers building and pushing the door open it swinging back and almost hitting me.

When Eddie approached a table, there sat his newest members for Hellfire club all freshman like myself Mike Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair and a boy he went on and on about Dustin Henderson. "Young sheep" he spoke loudly my brother was about to continue when Henderson interrupted him "Who's that?" he asked staring wide eyed at me as i walked up standing next to my brother "Henderson and others this is my sister Reg" he did his little dramatic theater bow as the boy stared, "You must be Dustin" i asked sliding into the booth so i could sit across from him.

Dustin nodded quickly and adjusted his long curly hair "Eddie talk's about you a lot" i told him and caught my brother's side glare "It's nice to finally meet you" i smiled i liked this guy he seemed genuine "Same to you" he replied heat rising to his pale cheeks as he grinned. God something about that smile made my heart beat in my chest "Henderson if you done flirting with my baby sister we have things to discuss" we were both blushing now and his friend's seemed to notice because all through out the lunch they were giving him mocking looks and teasing him.

The whole time my brother talked i stared at the side of Dustin's head and lightly kicked his feet with mine under the table and just when i thought he was annoyed with me he lightly kicked me back while talking about an upcoming campaign with my brother. I smiled and went to kick him again but was confused when my feet wouldn't move. I non suspiciously ducked my head to see under the table he had used both his feet to grab my leg and when i looked back up from under the table he was grinning at me with an eyebrow raised, "Alright sheep before i can let you in there is only one rule" Eddie started making him look away from me Eddie turned his gaze to Dustin and then to me "No dating my sister...Henderson" he spoke.

Dustin paled chocking slightly on a fry he was eating and stuttered "What- me no Eddie it's not like that" he awkwardly laughed "I'm kidding kid, and your not slick either i see you over there playing footsie's like you too weren't both giggling away" he laughed standing up "Congratulations you are the last living person to make my sister giggle, good luck to you". I shot my brother a murderous look "Be home bye twelve or I'll kick your ass" he said before kissing me on the top of my head and grabbing his key's and leaving, "Dude you brought me here!" i shouted as he gave me the finger the door shutting behind him.

I turned back to see the three looking at me "Soo" Lucas spoke first "so?" i asked crossing my arms my typical stern look back on my face "You're Eddie's sister?" he asked "clearly genius" i laughed drinking some of the soda Eddie had ordered earlier "what about it" i asked mean mugging the boy "He doesn't mean anything bye it we just didn't know Eddie had a sister" Dustin told me "yeah, i don't go out much".

The group was quiet as they stared at me, i rolled my eyes turning to face Dustin a black curl slapping me in the face as i did so "You wanna get outta here Henderson?" he raised his eyebrow at me and looked over at his friends who just shrugged  "Ph come on it'll be fun" i told him sliding out the booth my platforms hitting the ground "later looser's" grinning i stood with my arms crossed as i waited for the boy, he let out a sigh exiting his table and saying goodbye to his friends "where exactly are we going?" He asked as we stepped out into the humid air of mid day Hawkins, "That's the fun part-" i turned to see him smiling at me "we find out as we go".

We walked  down the main street cars pushing past us quickly as we talked mostly about him and his interest and laughing as the humidity puffed up both of our curls. We ducked off to a spit in the rode that lead to a kids playground that was deserted of course and wet. Dustin raced over to a swing set plopping himself in one and waiting for me to join "Your ridiculous Henderson" as i sat he took his hat off his head tucking it under his arms and tried to fix his hair , i would never admitted but i loved watching the look of concentration on his face as he struggled to fix it, laughing my ass off as he gave up with a huff and turning to look at me almost pouting "it's not funny, y'know how long it took to do this" he was being serious. I rolled my eyes handing him a spare hair tie out my back pocket "you sound like that Harrington prick".

He was quiet for a minute before reaching for the elastic in my hand his cold fingers brushing against my own for a split second sending butterflies racing through me, "thanks" he muttered looking down at his lap as he fiddled with his hair trying to put it all up in one band. I stood up my pants cold from the slightly wet seat "This blows, let's go" i crossed my arms "go where?" he asked once more standing and following me out the black gate of the park "Your house" i smiled "My-My house" he stuttered wide eyed "is that okay, mines a reck?" i asked nervously "Yeah, my mom wont mind i guess".

Dustin took the lead as i followed suit when a loud clap of thunder rumbled somewhere near us making me jump, rain started pouring down harshly the same way it had this morning and Dustin turned around to face me "shit" he cursed as rain poured down both of our faces soaking my hair and the clothes i was wearing "Henderson i don't mean to alarm you but if we don't get there soon I'm going to die" he looked confused but i could not explain how uncomfortable the rain was as i could feel the cold water seep into my bra, "Yeah were almost there come on" he spoke grabbing my wrist and speed walking in the direction he was headed.

When we came to a stop we were outside what appeared to be his house and he walked up the porch opening the front door and motioning for me to follow him. As i stepped through the brown front door and into the Henderson living room a homey feeling overtook me as the heater buzzed loudly his mother sitting in a chair with an orange cat in his lap "Dusty bun your home" she smiled turning to us "who's this?" she asked smiling at me as i stood behind the boy who was taller than me bye about 4 inches so it didn't work well. He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly before intruding me "Mom this is my new friend Reg", "Hello Ms. Henderson" i tried to be polite but it was really awkward "is she staying for dinner?" she asked barely paying attention as she watched whatever show was on cable. I shook my head no when Dustin looked at me but he just ignore me "yep, um were gonna go upstairs and watch a science documentary" he said dragging me to a carpeted flight of stairs and up it too his room.

When we entered the room he shut the door behind us and stood awkwardly "You actually watch science documentary's" i laughed unable to contain myself, "shut up" rolling his eyes he opened his dresser drawer pulling out a pair of grey shorts and a hellfire club t-shirt i know my brother made him "here" he said holding them out to me witch confused me "do you wanna stay soaked cause your not sitting on my bed like that?" he told me shaking the pile of clothes in front of me until i took them. He then pulled his own clothes out another drawer and walked towards a bathroom off his room "you can change in here and ill change in there" he spoke before shutting himself in the bathroom.

Okay then, i thought to myself pulling the soaking wet shirt over my head and dropping it at my feet and then struggling to discard my black jeans, i pulled the grey shorts up my wet thighs jumping slightly to pull them all the way up and unclasped my soaked bra because there was now way i was staying in that thing it was too cold, i reached over picking up the Hellfire shirt and slipped my arms into it when the bathroom door opened and Dustin immediately turned around apon seeing me "Shit sorry" he cursed loudly as i pulled the shirt all the way over me "It's fine Dustin it's just skin" i told him "you can look now" i rolled my eyes shaking out my wet hair "sorry" he muttered once more as i plopped myself on his bed and he sat next to me. It was quiet for a minute "Do you play d&d" he asked trying to fill the silence "a little" i said under my breathe.

We sat awkwardly for awhile until i found his radio under his bed and moved the knob to my favorite station w.a.s.p blaring through the small speakers as a smile spread across my face "dance with me?" i told him loudly over the music "no fuckin way" he laughed as i got of his bed jumping around with the music and banging my head dramatically. I pulled on Dustin's arms as he started laughing and half heartedly danced around with me. We looked like idiots grungily limbs everywhere as i jumped my wet hair shaking droplets onto Dustin's face. He looked so happy smiling like a dork and staring at me  it was kind of...cute.

When the song ended switching to commercial i fell onto Dustin's arm's slightly trying to catch my breathe "You alright" he was barely able to get words out from how much he was laughing still "dam asthma" i panted lightly before breaking out in giggles. There was a banging on the floor it most of come from someone hitting the ceiling downstairs "That means dinners ready" he informed me standing up "i don't wanna intrude" i said as he begin to walk towards the door dragging me with him "it's been forever since mom's had someone over for dinner she'd love to have you".

When we got downstairs his mother handed us both a full plate and motioned for us to sit at the table, it was awkward to say the least but it had been forever since i had a home cooked meal and i didn't eat at lunch, his mom made Smoked port with some vegetable and mashed potato's, i didn't eat vegetables often Wayne didn't cook much and Eddie practically burned the trailer down trying to make a grilled cheese last week. "Thank you so much Ms. Henderson" i told her taking a bight of the food on my plate "yeah thanks mom" Dustin spoke up sheepishly realizing he forgot to thank her.

I stared at Dustin the whole time unsure of where to look as i ate and he didn't seem to notice as he talked about Hellfire club and the campaign my brother was planning witch i knew the ending too. When we finished dinner she offered us dessert but i politely declined saying i wasn't hungry anymore and she asked when i had to be home and if I'd like a ride. I told he i was good for now and followed Dustin back up to his room where he showed me his Sega family video game thing and taught me to play Donkey Kong.

We played for hours and it was well dark out and we had barely noticed "Ha!" he exclaimed as he beat me for the sixteenth time tonight, "One of these day's Henderson i will beat you "i complained putting the controller down and glancing at the clock "it's late as fuck" he told me "I should probably head home" i told him "Eddie will worry if I'm out too late".

He immediately shook his head "My mom's asleep and i can't let you walk home his late no way" he crossed his arms "My mom will drop you off in the morning and I'll just explain to Eddie we lost track of time", i sighed rubbing my forehead "fine, but if i get grounded I'm so blaming you". I was actually kind of tired so Dustin suggested we watch whatever movie was on t.v as he motioned for me to sit next to him on his bed and we started watching some stupid rom com. Half way through the movie i felt my eyelids get heavy as my head drooped down laying itself on Dustin's shoulder and slowly drifting off into sleep and that was the last thing i remember as my dreams overtook my mind.

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The title is Rebel girl and i haven't published it yet but let me know if i should

[soulmate-game]

Not related to the other two Bio!mom Harley AUs that I did. Just... similar. I wrote this instead of sleeping, as per the usual.

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“I need your help.”

No accent, no threats of violence, no beating around the bush (figurative or otherwise). No fighting or unconscious bodies.

Just Harley Quinn with her hair down, no makeup, and completely serious, in the center of the Bat Cave. Even though her usual exaggerated Brooklynn accent (circa 1950s) had become a pretty inseparable part of her personality over the years, every now and then she forcibly stuffed it down and used her mostly unaccented voice. The one reminiscent of days with less colors on her face, a high bun, and a pristine white lab coat.

Every single one of the Bats and Birds present, fresh from an interrupted patrol thanks to her, could count the number of times they had seen Harley like this on one hand. Bruce would have the most recollections, but everyone else would have plenty of fingers left on said hand. So they all knew, especially when Bruce willingly pulled down his cowl so he could look Harley in the eye, that this was the start of something they were not likely to forget. And maybe their chances of survival were slim too.

“Harley,” Bruce’s voice was still gruff, seeing as he was still mostly Batman at the moment, but his eyes were soft. “Maybe you should tell us what you need help with first. And sit down. You look exhausted.”

Sure enough, there were dark circles under Harley’s eyes. She let Bruce-man lead her over to one of their debriefing tables and sit her down. She let out a huge sigh, her fingers tangling in her loose blond locks.

“I have a confession, and it isn’t gonna leave this cave, capiche?” The slight return of her accent relieved a little of the tension, but not much. Taking this as their cue, the rest of the bats spread out into their usual seats at the table. Bruce stayed near Harley, keeping a hand on her shoulder in silent support. Harley didn’t continue talking until he gave her a solemn nod in agreement. She gulped— an action that immediately returned the tension.

“... fifteen years ago, back when I was still with Joker, I disappeared off the Gotham scene for a few months. I’m sure a few of you remember,” she looked up, and a couple of the older vigilantes nodded. Really, Jason has still been Robin back then. But the memory stuck out in his head now that he was thinking about it.

“Yeah, you were breaking away from him a little bit, which was weird at the time,” Red Hood mused aloud, arms crossed. “I think you helped us out a couple times and did some of your first team ups with Ivy before you vanished. Then a few months go by and you were back in action with Joker, so we mostly ignored it as you just being you.”

Harley nodded. “Ah, my Ivy’s a lifesaver, even back then. She helped cover up the timeline by keeping me in action for longer than I should’a been without putting me at too much risk.”

“Timeline…” Red Robin spoke up, eyes huge even behind his mask. “You don’t mean—“

“Harley,” Bruce breathed, having also caught on. “You were pregnant?”

The air went still. Harley sniffed, eyes watering even as she smiled.

“Oh yeah. Shouldn’t have been possible, ya know? Me ‘n Joker being dumped in that damn acid should have made us both more sterile than an operatin’ room. But I knew I couldn’t raise a kid, so after she was born—“

“You kept her?” Damian interrupted, earning a gentle cuff over the head from Dick. Harley just snorted.

“Yeah. Not gonna lie, I thought about abortion. But the baby didn’t do nothin’ wrong, and I was still in love with Joker back then so I was ecstatic that I was able to make something new with part ‘a him in it. Still, I knew a baby didn’t deserve to be raised in Gotham. Especially not my baby, not with my enemies and history. Not with who her father was. I knew he’d never want her, never let me keep her. So I spent the last five months of my pregnancy lookin’ around for the best possible family to take her in. And I found them in Paris, France. A sweet couple, both of them bakers. Sabine, she’s both adorably sweet and super kickass. Comes from a Chinese family that is crazy about teachin’ their women martial arts. But nothing shady about it, I triple checked. Just bonding through kicking people in the face. Which is perfect, I wanted my baby to know how to defend herself. I knew she’d need those skills eventually. And Tom, that’s Sabine’s wife, he’s a gentle giant. Same size as Bane, but as harmless as a puppy and makes the best croissants ever. Seriously, the best.”

“Harley,” Bruce gently prodded, but there was a tiny grin on his face. Seeing her behaving so… so normally, so proud and reminiscent, was a rare treat. Bruce would be lying if he said he wasn’t proud of how far the woman had come. How she had freed herself and become a better person, mostly on her own.

“Right, right. The point,” Harley took a breath, rubbing her forehead. “I came clean to Tom and Sabine, but apparently they knew who I was the whole time. They just didn’t care— did I mention they are perfect? Anyway, once I explained everything, they agreed immediately to adopting my baby. They’d been wanting kids, but it would’a been too risky for Sabine’s health. That’s how I found them anyway, they were in the market to adopt. We named her Marinette. She took Tom and Sabine’s last names, hyphenated. We decided Quinn would be her middle name. And after that, I came back to Gotham and told myself that she was in good hands and I needed to forget about her. Cuz I was no good for her. I knew that. I went back to my old tricks. And then…” Harley chuckled, but it was self-depreciating.

“Then a few years passed, and I started breaking away from Joker for real. Then we broke up, I blew up Ace Chemicals while you guys were outta town doing Justice League and Young Justice shit. I started dating Ivy. And—“ she smiled softly at the table, clearly seeing something the rest of them couldn’t. “Then Ivy convinced me to go see her. Visit my baby, see how she’s been. And I did. Marinette was seven years old, but damn it to hell she was gorgeous. And say whatever you want about me and Joker— most of it will even be true— but neither of us are stupid. And she inherited all of our intelligence. All of it. She got my blue eyes. But she got his hair, which meant Sabine teased me relentlessly about ‘are you sure she isn’t that Wayne’s kid?’ And don’t make that face Bruce, you’d be lucky to have a kid half as beautiful as my Mari-pie. No offense, Damian. Anyway. Anyway, this is the important part. Or part of it.

“She sat there and listened to everything I had to say. Everything. A little seven year old, who could barely understand English at the time, and she listened without interrupting once. She never threw a fit, she wasn’t angry or confused. I told her about the things I’d done in the past— well, G rated versions— and she didn’t care. She called me Momma Harley right away, said she wanted to meet Aunt Ivy sometime soon, and started telling me everything about her that I’d missed. From that day on, she became my sunshine. The light of my life, and I still call her at least once a week every week. When I disappear for a few days out of the city? I’m visiting her—“

“You’re banned from international travel, Harley,” Dick scolded, but he sounded way too amused for it to work. He knew she had her ways, anyway. Nobody could actually stop Harley damn Quinn from doing whatever she wanted.

“—Ugh, she tells me the same thing every time! Disappointed glare and everything. I don’t know how I gave birth to such a goodie goodie, but somehow I did. Not important though! The important thing is, I’m always the first to hear when something new happens in her life. And we had decided that she wouldn’t visit me in Gotham until she was at least eighteen, but apparently she disobeyed me— which I should have expected honestly— and entered you guys’ WE international scholastic competition.”

“Oh no,” Bruce pinched the bridge of her nose. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng? The contest winner?” He finally pulled out a chair and sat down. “The winner gets an all-expense paid trip to Gotham for them and their whole class.”

“Exactly!” Harley threw up her hands. “Mari told me last week, and I’ve been trying to talk her out of coming ever since. But she’s inherited both of our stubbornness too, and she isn’t budgin’ a bit. ‘Momma Harley, I wanna see you and Auntie Ivy though!’ And ‘Momma, Gotham’s nothing I can’t handle,’ or my favorite, ‘Maybe you’ll finally get to see me dropkick someone three times my size then, and I’ll prove it.’”

“So that’s what you meant by you need our help,” Tim said as he leaned forward over the table. “Joker just broke out of Arkham yesterday. You want us to protect her.”

“I’d prefer if one of you was with her outside of the mask too, as often as possible,” Harley confirmed. “I can’t stop her from coming here anymore, but I also don’t trust Joker for a second. As soon as he sees her, I’m afraid he’ll make the connection.”

“She looks like him?” Damian asked, scrunching up his nose at the ugly mental image of Joker as a teenage girl. Harley shook her head, solemn.

“She looks like a dark-haired mini-me,” she corrected. “She even keeps her hair in pigtails as her way of showing support for me. And I know Marinette can kick ass, Sabine’s trained her well. But Marinette inherited more than I’d like from me,” Harley ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t notice it until she was thirteen. She got a crush on a classmate, and it was almost like watching videos of me back during the early days of— well, of Harley Quinn. Just without the crime and insanity. She didn’t even realize that she was almost stalking the poor kid until I pointed it out, and luckily I was able to put my doctorate to good use and we nipped that right in the bud ASAP. She never meant it that way, anyway. As soon as I explained things to her, she was horrified and immediately asked me to help her learn how to have a healthy relationship. That was a fun discussion,” Harley grimaced. “But she still gets attached to people really, really easily. Once she grew out of her crush on that boy, she adopted him as her unofficial brother. She already calls Selina “Auntie,” even though I’ve barely mentioned her to Marinette. She gets attached fast, and deeply. And I’m afraid that even after all the warning I’ve done, all the stories I’ve told her—“

“You’re afraid she’ll get attached to Joker just like you did,” Bruce finished for her, closing his eyes. “Because she knows he’s her father.”

“Yes,” Tears were slowly dripping down her face already, her hands curled into fists so tightly that her knuckles were paper white. “You know how he is. If he finds out she’s his biological daughter, he’ll immediately try to take advantage of that. And he’s far too good with his words for people like me and Mari. I’m worried outta my mind. Please. Help keep my baby safe from him.”

“We will,” Jason no longer had his helmet on, or the domino mask that he usually wore underneath it. All of them knew masks were merely formality with Harley nowadays. And he needed to look her directly in the eye so she could see how serious he was. “I can sign up as a bodyguard for the class. It won’t be weird, seeing as they’re tourists and this is Gotham. They also have several rich kids in their group if I remember right.”

Bruce nodded, agreeing with Jason. “That’s a good idea. I can lead the class on their tours of WE personally. That’ll serve the purpose of keeping an eye on her and shutting up the investors that keep begging me to make more public appearances for the sake of the company. Marinette’s name is already released to the news as the winner of the contest, so we can’t keep her out of the spotlight long. Tim, you’ll have to keep an eye on any and all pictures of the class. Try to erase or doctor the images with her in it well enough that connections between her and Harley can’t be easily made. Dick, you and Damian will be in charge of keeping an eye out for any activity from Joker. The slightest hint, and you notify all of us. We’ll decide on a case-by-case basis who is necessary to stick with the class and who goes after the clown.”

“She’s gonna sneak out of her hotel to stay with me and Ivy,” Harley admitted, bringing the (now slightly judgemental) attention back to her. She raised her hands up in surrender. “She didn’t tell me that, and I didn’t approve or suggest it! I just know my baby too well to not realize that that’s her plan. Could ya provide an escort?”

Bruce sighed. “This is gonna be an eventful month.”

[intercoursefluids]

Marry Me Part 1

Dick cracks the kitchen door open and takes a picture of the scene.

Marinette kneading dough with a focused look on her face, Damian sitting at the counter occasionally looking up at Marinette before continuing to sketch.

Dick turns to the side, noticing Alfred coming his way and scrambles to hide the evidence of his snooping.

Alfred looks at him, raising an eyebrow before walking in the door.

Dick waits around 6 minutes for Alfred to walk out and away before creeping back over to the door.

Soft instrumental music now fills the air, Marinette humming along as Damian watches her with a soft smile.

Marinette's soft humming fills the air accompanied by Damian's pencil strokes.

Dick pulls out his phone taking a small video and posting it to his personal twitter with the caption “It’s so Domestic!” followed with a crying emoji.

Marinette finishes kneading the dough and starts to form them into little rolls, placing them on the pan as she sways to the music.

Jason arrives just as she finishes.

Dick waves like crazy, signaling him to be quiet, and for once Jason listens.

He comes over peeking through the door with Dick before breaking out into a wide grin, pulling his phone out as Marinette places the pan in the oven, turning on the timer before washing her hands of the flour.

They watch as she hums swaying to the music as she dries her hand with a dish towel when the unexpected happens.

Now to understand their shock, you’ll need some background information.

Damian Wayne would rather gouge out his own eyes before dancing with someone.

So imagine their surprise when their little brother stands up and walks over to an oblivious Marinette, humming softly with her.

He taps her on the shoulder to get her attention before bowing at the waist and holding out his hand to her.

“May I have this dance?”

Marinette smiles blindingly bright before placing her hand in his.

He guides her around the room, spinning her periodically with the softest look any of them have ever seen on his face.

He starts to hum louder than before as he spins her before pulling her close again with a hand on her face.

Dick has to put a hand over his mouth and pass his phone to Jason because he's shaking so much. Tears stream freely down his face as he stifles his sobs.

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Neither brother even jumps at Selinas sudden voice, instead mutely nodding their agreements.

Dick leans back against his step-mom, sniffling at the display of affection playing out in front of them.

“It’s okay Dick, me and Selina are crying too.”

One look at Jason and Selina confirms that they are both in fact crying as they record. Well in Jason's case his eyes are a little shiny.

The song comes to an end as a timer rings.

They break away and Dick takes back his phone, stopping the video as Marinette checks and something in a pot on the stove.

Dick is about to step away when he notices Selina still filming and Tim walking towards them.

“What are you all doing? And why is Selina recording?”

Thankfully Tim seems to notice the secretive atmosphere and whispers not giving away their position to the two inside the kitchen.

“Your little brother is being sweet and I have a feeling that he’s not done being affectionate yet.”

Tim raises an eyebrow crouching down next to the rest of them and pulls out his phone before pointing it through the gap.

“Blackmail kinda sweet or make me cry kinda sweet?”

He turns back to the rest and sees Dicks face before pulling out a handkerchief that Marinette made him.

“Nevermind.”

They turn back in time to see Marinette finish stirring whatever is in the pot and move it off the heat before turning back to Damian.

Hugging him she rests her head on his chest with a smile as a new song starts up.

“Do you want to dance?”

Marinette looks up at Damian with a confused smile on her face.

“I thought we already did, mon chou?”

Damian chuckles softly tucking some of the hair that fell from her bun behind her ear.

“That we did, Habibiti. But against my better judgment I can’t help but find that dancing with you is one of the finer things in life.”

Marinette smirks at him, her hand coming up to grasp the wrist of the hand still cupping her cheek.

“Well then maybe we shouldn’t dance, afterall too much of something you enjoy can lead to an addiction.”

Damian smiles, swooping down to kiss her softly before pulling away.

“Indulge me just this once?”

Marinette sighs heavily, before speaking.

“Oh alright, but just this once.”

Behind the door there isn’t a dry eye in sight, even Jason shed a tear or two.

They start dancing again but not quite how they were before.

Before they were doing proper ballroom dances, now they just hold each other close and sway. Marinette's arms around his neck and her head resting on his chest, meanwhile Damians arms wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against him with his chin resting on top of her head, both of their eyes closed. The perfect picture of contentment.

Dick snaps a picture before immediately posting it to his twitter with an attempt at a caption that looks more like a keyboard smash since he can’t see very well through his tears.

They sway together for a long while before a second timer sounds.

They break apart, albeit reluctantly, and Marinette pulls the tray from the oven before carrying it over to the counter and switching the now golden brown buns to a cooling rack.

Since she is now facing the door the brothers plus Selina have a perfect view of Damians face from where he stands behind her.

Dick, now coherent enough to take pictures without them being blurry, lets the others film as he takes another picture. Posting it again to his private twitter so the rest of the family can see.

His face is full of pure adoration and love for the girl working in front of him.

“Mon Chou? Can you grab the glaze from the fridge? I need it.”

Damian immediately snaps out of his daze to do as she asks. He places the bowl by her hand before wrapping her up in a hug from behind, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“I love you, Marinette.”

Dick immediately takes two pictures, one with just the hug and Marinette working and another of her smiling after he says he loves her. And just like the rest, he immediately uploads them.

She smiles, stepping away to untie her apron and walking away. Effectively breaking the hug much to their 4 spectators disappointment.

“I love you too, Damian.”

She walks around the counter to hang up her apron, leaving only a few feet between her and the people who are filming them.

She doesn’t make it.

“I think I want to marry you.”

The 4 sharp inhales go unnoticed by the two teens as Marinette drops her apron, spinning around to face Damian with a bright blush.

“What?”

Marinette's voice is barely a whisper, as Damian rounds the island to come stand next to her, taking her hands and accidentally angling them in the perfect view to show both of their faces to the cameras.

“Let me reword that. Marinette, I know I want to marry you.”

Tears start to form in her eyes as Damian gets down on one knee, pressing a kiss to each of her hands before he starts to speak again.

“Marinette, you are so incredibly phenomenal. Ever since the first day I met you I knew I was doomed to fall for you, I just wasn’t prepared for how hard I would actually fall.”

Dick snaps another picture managing to type out a simple “OMFG” before posting.

“You are the only one I have ever been able to see myself spending the rest of my life with, the only one I have ever wanted to spend the rest of my life with.”

Tears stream down Marinette's face as Damian looks into her eyes.

“I know that you have been hurt by the people you trusted most, you’ve told me how the people who were supposed to stay by your side turned you back on you.”

Damian sighs, turning her hands up and kissing her palms.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, I vow from this day forward that in any way I may accidentally hurt you, even when I try my damndest to prevent it, that I will allow it to be done onto myself tenfold. I will stand by your side but I will never force you to remain by mine. When you want to take the lead I will cover your blind spots and protect you from those who try to blindside you. When you can’t think of a plan right away, or are too overwhelmed to take the lead I will stand front and center to cover you till we make it to safety. My sword arm, my strength, and my knowledge are at your disposal. And my heart and love are yours to take.”

Selina reaches over dick to Jason and Tim, putting her hands on their shoulders as they both cry freely.

“I know I’m not the best at expressing or even understanding my emotions.”

Marinette opens her mouth at his self deprecating tone, but Damian rushes to catch her off guard.

“Even so, the one thing I am sure of is that there will never be enough words to tell you just how much I love you. I will happily spend everyday for the rest of my life, trying to show you just how much you mean to me. And even then it won’t be enough.”

Damian pauses giving Marinette time to let out her thoughts before he continues.

“Oh Damian, I-, but what will everyone think? We’re 16! No one even knows I am with you outside of friends and family. What will we do when people call me a gold digger? I- people in France already don’t like me. I don’t want to drag you through the mud with me by agreeing to marry you Damian.”

Marinette winces, slowly pulling her hands away from Damians. He just grips them tighter.

“Marinette.” His serious tone makes everything go quiet, silencing even his brothers and stepmom's soft sobs.

“There are only two things in existence that could stop me from marrying you and one of them is if you say ‘No’. If the people in France believe that they have any say in what you do or don’t do just because they believe the words of a liar over you, it just proves that they are even dumber than I thought. As for our age? We can be engaged for the two years it takes us to turn 18, or if you want, we can wait longer. I don’t mind. And I’m pretty sure that if someone called you a ‘gold digger’ Jason, Dick, and Tim would put a stop to it before word even got to us.”

He gently pulls her hands back again, kissing her palms as she speaks.

“What's the other thing?”

He hums in question, meeting her eyes.

“You said that there were only two things that could stop you from marrying me, one was me saying ‘No’. What’s the other?”

Damian straightens slightly making sure she knows just how serious he is.

“Death.”

It's silent for a minute, no one daring to breathe.

“Yes.”

It's barely a whisper, hardly more than a breath, and yet it holds more worth than anything else in the world.

“Yes I will marry you, Damian.”

Damian immediately jumps up wrapping Marinette in a hug and spinning around with the before dropping to the ground again.

“I can’t believe you said yes.”

Marinette laughs at Damian, happy tears flowing down her face.

“You asked me!”

“I didn’t think that I was lucky enough for you to actually say yes!”

Marinette giggles again pulling Damian into a kiss that he happily returns, at least before he groans loudly and breaks, instead resting his forehead against hers.

“What's wrong?”

Damian sighs his shoulders lumping before answering.

“I have to tell my brothers and Selina by tomorrow. At least Dick and Selina so they can help me-”

He cuts off, paling severely.

“Dicks gonna kill me. I proposed to you without a ring, and he will skin me alive for it.”

Marinette laughs again.

“I’ll ask him to spare you. Besides, he can’t have me as his sister-in-law if he kills my husband.”

Marinette blushes at him as he smiles.

“Tomorrow, I’ll get the ring tomorrow. I don’t think I could wait any longer than that to finally put a ring on your finger.”

They cuddle up together, relishing in each other's presence.

Dick is the first to stand up, followed by Jason, Tim, and then Selina.

They walk down to the cave, all staying silent as their phones save the videos they were lucky enough to take.

Once they make it the tears start up again, full volume wails coming from dick and sniffles from Jason.

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!”

Dick cries into his stepmother's hair. His brothers following suit.

All of a sudden Dicks phone starts going off like crazy.

He pulls it out annoyed ready to tell whoever is on the other end off for interrupting his cry sesh.

467 notifications and climbing from twitter.

He opens it to the picture he snapped when Damian started swinging Marinette through the air with the caption ‘She said yes! BRB gonna go cry my eyes out’.

He looks at his username with horror, paling considerably as he looks at his family.

“I fucked up.”

[iloveitwhen]

You want angst i have arrived!!!

Please can Adrian find a lost child turms out the child belongs Damien and mari extra salt if the child looks more like mari

So like Adrien doesn't find Marinette's lost child.... I totally forgot about that part of the ask....😭😭 Sorryyyyyy, i hope you still like it!

10 years ago

“I’m fine,” he snaps, “stop dotting on me, what are you, my mother?” He turns and storms away instantly regretting his words but not as strongly as he was annoyed by hers. 

“I don’t understand,” Marinette says so softly that Adrien slows to a stop. “Why are you acting like this?” Marinette walks around to face him, trying to catch his eye. “I mean I thought we were happy, I thought you were happy?”

Adrien can’t look her in the eye, he can’t tell her he only started dating her to get over Ladybug, which had been failing miserably for months. At first he was happy, well she mostly just made him feel not so alone and that was everything he could have asked for, until he realized that that wasn’t enough, it wasn’t love, only comfort. Isn’t love supposed to hit you like a ton of bricks? Isn’t it supposed to take your breath away? Make you feel an abundance of emotions like nothing else ever could? Ladybug took his breath away, made him feel things, and Marinette? She was just a placeholder, he was trying to shove her in the hole that Ladybug had left in his heart, but she didn’t fit. 

“Look at me.” Marinette doesn’t sound angry, just sad, defeated. 

“I don’t think this is going to work,” he blurts, finally looking into Marinette’s eyes just in time to see her breath catch, her hand to fly to her mouth in shock, and her eyes water. Just in time to see her break. 

“What?” she chokes out, “why?” 

He shook his head, he knew even before they started dating it wouldn’t work but he “tried” anyways for Marinette’s sake, even though the object of his affection was really Ladybug. And of course he knew it was bad to flirt with another woman while he was dating Marinette but it wasn’t like it was hurting anyone. Besides, if he actually was able to pull Ladybug then it wouldn’t really matter in the end, sure Marinette would be a little hurt and he’d feel bad about it but it never would have worked out between them anyways.

“I’m in love with somebody else.” Adrien may not be the best person in the world but he at least can be honest, he really does appreciate Marinette, but the longer he stayed with her the more she reminded him of Ladybug, only driving the stake deeper in his heart that he wasn’t with her, only Marinette. 

“Who?” she demands. 

Adrien laughs, even he could hear the arrogance in the sound. “Why? What are you going to do, attack her?” For a moment she looks shocked but it quickly morphs to anger. 

“I would like to know, Agreste, because I think I deserve it after all this time we’ve been together. I can’t believe that you’d really think that I’d-”

“It’s Ladybug,” he cuts off her inevitable rant but immediately regrets it. 

“What?” 

“I’m in love with Ladybug.” No turning back now.

“Adrien, you don’t know Ladybug, how the fu** are you in love with her?”

“We used to meet up,” well it’s not necessarily a lie, “she would always be there for me, she made me feel special, like I was her favorite civilian. We would have long talks about everything and nothing,” that’s how it used to be anyways. 

“You’re lying.” Marinette is no longer crying but her eyes are red and she looks. so. angry. 

Adrien shakes his head even though he is partly lying, “I’m not, but she told me how she was in love with Chat Noir,” oh how he wished that were true, “so I pushed myself away, but clearly it didn’t work. I’m still in love with-”

“Stop. Just stop.” This time Marinette cut him off. Looking up from the ground Adrien sees an expression he’s never seen on her face. Disappointment, contempt, just like the way his father looks at him. “I can’t believe this,” she laughs, empty of any humour, and shakes her head. Heading back over to the table she left her things at, she continues to laugh while repeating, “I can’t believe this.” Swinging her purse around her shoulder she grabs her keys and turns back to him. “This whole time. I can’t believe I've never seen it before now. I was so blind. So blind.” 

“So you believe me?” Adrien knows it’s not really important but she was acting weird, crazy even. 

“Do I believe that you’re in love with Ladybug. No. No, I don’t think you’re in love with her, I think you’re obsessed with her. I think you need therapy. I think you need to take a look at yourself and realize that love goes both ways, Adrien. Ladybug doesn’t love you back, never has, and never will.” Anger swelled in his chest but she yanks the door open and looks back one last time, “I can’t believe I gave my heart to a psychopath. You know, I really hope you get over her, Adrien. Because she will never. Ever. have you and you will never be happy with anyone else.” She scoffs and rolls still red eyes, “turns out I was blinded by you like you were blinded by her,” she says before stepping out and slamming the door shut. 

Marinette never looked at him the same way again, gone was the soft adoration in her eyes and replaced with disgust and anger and disappointment, much like the way Ladybug did, if only she could get over her unnecessary negative feelings over him and love him as he loved her. 

--- 

It was amazing how lonely one person could be, Adrien had only returned to Paris for the 10th anniversary of Hawkmoth’s defeat and it was a bigger celebration than usual and festivities were already beginning; but Adrien only felt a gaping hole in his chest from the memories of broken relationships with friends, his only sense of family, and regret. He took in the decorations hanging above doors and the happy squeals of the children in the park. He sat on the end of a nearly empty bench, flashing the pregnant woman on the other end a quick, polite smile not bothering to really look at her, only to reassure that he only meant to sit and not have a conversation with a stranger. 

As he settled and saw all the happy families bustling about the familiar thought of being alone re-emerged, Adrien had simply accepted that he was built and born to be lonely and had accepted that a long long time ago. He accepted it the night Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth and out of necessity he had revealed himself to the world to avoid suspicion of any involvement of his father’s crimes. Now he was invited every year to give a speech but every year he declined, holding out that Marinette would join him, would reveal to the world that she was Ladybug, but she had dropped any and all communication with him so he always said no. It was silly thinking back to that night, at first he was confused why Ladybug wasn’t surprised in the slightest when he revealed himself and, according to her, only by the goodness of her word revealed herself to him. Although he suspected it was more to watch him suffer than anything else. 

“Oof!” Adrien’s thoughts scatter when a little girl trips and falls right in front of him. 

“ARGHH I coming for youuuuu!” A man’s voice growls out in a playful manner and Adrien turns his head to look at the source of the sound, it’s a rather handsome man with green eyes that were striking against his dark skin. 

The little girl giggles profusely and scrambles up, quickly hiding behind the arm of the bench and using Adrien as a shield from what he assumed was her father. 

Adrien chuckled and glanced over at the girl, about to make a comment to her when his words died in his throat. The girl had a familiar splitting smile with twin pigtails and blue blue blue eyes. Save for the tan skin she was the spitting image of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, of Ladybug. 

Adrien is staring at her and she notices and her brow furrows. 

“You’re not my mommy,” she says as if he had somehow replaced her or she was considering her mother really was him and had disguised herself somehow. 

A giggle sounds from the other side of the bench. Adrien whips his head to the woman to find her laughing into her hand. She looked different than he remembered but it was unmistakably Marinette, she had a bun atop her head with bangs that framed her face and a sundress with a very pregnant belly. 

“Marinette?”

A happy squeal right in his ear sounded, he flinched and looked over to see the man had snuck around the bench and scooped the girl up in his arms. “No! Papa put me down! Put me down!” she laughed, trying in vain to get out of his grasp while he placed obnoxiously loud kisses all over her face. The man turned to Adrien with a laugh and an easy smile on his lips. 

“Sorry about that-” recognition flitted across the man’s features as he cut himself off, his face falling to a sneer, as if Adrien was scum of the earth, as if the man could not think of a better pass time than to kill Adrien. It was a terrifying change of demeanor, Adrien desperately felt the need to get out of this man’s sight before he got murdered. 

“Damian,” Marinette’s melodic voice sliced through the tension but the man only walked towards her, not dropping his gaze from Adrien. 

Adrien tried to look anywhere else but unfortunately found that the mini-Marinette had developed the same look and was glaring at Adrien. 

Marinette had stood and placed a hand on the arm of the man to placate him before turning to Adrien with a small smile. 

“Hello, Adrien.” He had imagined this moment so many times. So many times. And this was never in any of his imaginations. Marinette with a family that wasn’t his. “It’s good to see you.”

“Really?” he blurted, he needed to know if it was true, had she really thought of him as much as he thought of her?

“Of course.” 

Of course. Of course. Of course. 

“This is husband, Damian-”

“Damian Wayne,” Damian shifted his daughter to his left hip and thrust his hand out. Adrien reached his hand out and the other man practically crushed his bones with an unnecessarily strong grip. 

“-and our daughter, Bridgette.” Adrien glanced at the girl to give her a polite smile but she was still glaring at him the same way her father was. It was quite unnerving. 

“She’s the spitting image of you,” he tries awkwardly. 

“And she’s got her father’s glare it seems,” she chuckles and Adrien tries to laugh along but it sounds much too forced. “I really do hope you’ve been doing well, Adrien. I know we didn’t leave on the best of terms but I hope you’ve been blessed with happiness as I have.” She contemplates him for a short moment. “We both deserve it after-” she waves her hand through the air gesturing towards the festivities, “-everything.” He knew she was referring to their time as Chat Noir and Ladybug but he only thought of how much he couldn’t have happiness after all the things that happened in his life outside the suit. “We have to get going but it was nice to see you.” She sends him one last smile and turns away, easily slipping into her husband’s side, who was Damian freaking Wayne, CEO of a multi-billion dollar company, and walks away. Again.

Adrien could never compare, and he knew it. 

He lamely calls out, “It was good to see you too,” before collapsing back onto the bench and takimg a deep shuddering breath. 

Ok i know he didn't find a lost child but I don't want to rewrite it😭😭 I hope it still checks the rest of the boxes!

[beauvibaby]

two buns – m.tkachuk

a/n: part 2 of my baby girl fic for Matty 🥰

“Peyton.” You huffed softly, the 2 year old looking back at you with wide eyes much like her fathers when he got upset. “Daddy.” She cried, hugging the stuffed animal tighter– the one Matthew had gotten her on a road trip before he even knew she was going to be a girl, claiming he just knew. “Daddy’s working, he’ll be here in the morning to get you up, I promise.” You assured her as she refused to lay down in her crib, she had just turned 2 and you were prolonging her time in the crib as much as you could, not ready to deal with a toddler bed quite yet. She had a death grip on the railing as she began to cry, her eyes trained on yours as her lip quivered. “Daddy!” She cried harder, you gave in, putting your arms out for your daughter so you could lift her up and out of the crib. “Come on, baby.” You whispered as she curled into your neck, holding on to you tightly, “we’re going to watch daddy on the tv, ok?” You offered to her, grabbing the remote and stretching out in the corner of the couch with a blanket. You turned the tv on, already having the channel for the game up as you’d been watching the first period while you got her ready for bed.

She calmed down as she rested against you, one arm hooked around the stuffed animal, the other she was twirling her hair with, a habit she got from you that Matty just thought was the most adorable thing. “Daddy.” She smiled sleepily as they showed his headshot, talking about his stats for the season, you giggled at her, “yeah, that’s daddy.” You murmured. She tried to make some commentary with her still relatively small vocabulary, most of it just being about Matty, or she would get a little excited as you told her that her ‘uncles’ were playing too. Eventually though, she fell fast asleep, fingers lightly tangled in her hair as you carefully worked them out. She whined in her sleep, nuzzling closer to you, you found yourself falling asleep there too, the game fading out to silence as you let yourself drift off.

Matthew was shocked, and quite frankly a little concerned when he walked in the house and the lights were still on, knowing you were normally half asleep in bed waiting for him by now, and that Peyton had already been asleep for hours. He rounded the corner to the living room after kicking off his dress shoes, hearing the tv playing softly, the beginning of an old game playing as he spotted his two girls asleep together on the couch. He paused, taking in the sight, smiling at the way Peyton was gripping the animal tightly, he chuckled, turning the tv off before carefully removing Peyton from your grip. Your eyes shot open as you thought she was falling but you quickly calmed down when you saw your husband now with her asleep against him. You didn’t say anything as he started walking down the hall with her, not wanting to wake her.

You forced yourself up off the couch, groaning at the pain in your back from laying like that for so long. Matty softly closed her door and followed behind you to your shared room just down the hall. “Hi, baby.” He gathered you up in his arms, kissing your pouted lips, you smiled against him, “hi.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “We won, in case you didn’t see.” He laughed at your wide smile, “congratulations.” You kissed him again, hugging him afterwards as it just felt good to be held by him. “You ok?” He asked softly, smiling against the top of your head as he squeezed you tighter. “Yeah, just tired.” You assured him, finally pulling away, not wanting to cave and ruin the surprise you had set up for tomorrow.

***

Peyton squealed excitedly as Matty walked in to get her in the morning when she’d woken up. “Hi princess.” He grinned, never growing tired of how excited she was to always see him. “Daddy!” She clapped, jumping in the crib as he approached, arms extended for her. He easily lifted her up and above his head as he met her excitement, her laughter could be heard throughout the house as he tickled her stomach against his face. You couldn’t hide the grin on your face as you flipped over the pancakes in the pan, the first sign that Matty should pick up on, you didn’t make pancakes often, unless it was a special occasion– or if you were craving them… and the only time that had every happened was when you were pregnant with Peyton.

You two had decided almost immediately after Peyton was born that you wanted to have another baby close in age to her, and you’d been trying for a few months now, and negative test after negative test led you to not telling him when you started to feel off, wanting to confirm it before you got his hopes up again. This time though, you were going to raise his hopes and then some.

“Good morning, sweet girl.” You smiled down at your daughter who was hugging your legs sweetly, Matty leaning against the fridge watching her. You had your phone set up on the counter, surrounded by things that had been sitting out, so you knew he wouldn’t spot it right away. When Peyton let go of your legs and rushed off to play with some of her toys while she waited for breakfast, you walked over to your husband, greeting him with a quick kiss. “Morning.” He mumbled as he pulled away, suppressing a yawn as he did so. “Morning.” You repeated, smiling up at him, he raised an eyebrow at you, “can you get the pans out of the oven for me?” You asked casually as you lightly moved him aside to open the fridge, he didn’t think anything of it, figuring you were going to be cooking in it later. He opened the oven door and furrowed his brows as the pans weren’t in there. “They’re not in there.” He shrugged, closing it and turning to you. “Oh? What’s in there then?” You cocked your head to the side, crossing your arms as you watched him open the door back up, he leaned down further, spotting the two items sitting in there. He grabbed them and pulled them out, looking at them curiously. “Why are there two rolls sitting in there?” He asked you, confused as he set them down on the counter. “What are they?” You asked him again, trying to stifle your laughter. “Rolls?” He spoke slowly, beyond confused as he stared at you.

You threw your head back in laughter, “I call them buns.” You shrugged, the pieces still not falling together for him, he stared blankly at you, “Matty,” you got his attention, stepping directly in front of him, you grabbed both his hands. “They are buns, and where did you find them?” You spoke slowly, he glanced at the oven. “The oven.” He spoke slowly, you could see it falling together as you slowly placed his hands on your stomach, “bun in the oven.” He whispered, eyes going wide. “You’re pregnant!?” He shouted, attacking you in a hug. You laughed against his chest, nodding as you fought back some tears, he leaned back to look at you, “wait,” he spun around, looking at the two buns sitting on the counter. He looked back at you and you nodded, “twins?!” He whisper shouted, luckily you had pushed the pan off the hot burner when you started all this, otherwise you’d have a flaming pancake right now. Peyton came trotting in as Matty kneeled in front of you, pressing a kiss to your stomach. “Daddy ok?” She asked, seeing the way his eyes were watery, he nodded, opening his arms for her. “You’re gonna be a big sister.” He tickled her sides, she giggled not knowing what that meant quite yet, but the both of you shared a look knowing that she would love these babies as much as you both already do.

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