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hopelessrromantix · 2 years ago

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content: overstimulation, eddie is a brat, and steve is a good boy, I got carried away lol

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At the moment, Eddie Munson was very confused.

You’d planned a day out for you, him, and Steve, consisting of stopping by their favorite shops and grabbing lunch. Naturally, Eddie, being Eddie, decided to tease you the entire time. Originally he’d tried to get Steve in on it, but (as usual) Steve was your good boy and said no.

He’d worn the jeans he knew you loved and an old shirt that was slightly too small. You’d been all for it until he’d decided to be his usual bratty self.

His hand has brushed your crotch far too much to be normal, and you could see him actively leaning into Steve more than usual.

When you’d gone for lunch at a diner, he and Steve sat on one side while you took the other. Lunch was full of idle chatter, mostly from Steve about some new hair product he’d found. You didn’t even notice anything was off until Steve started stuttering more.

Every so often you could see Eddie lean close to him before whispering something intelligible. Steve would immediately flush red and try to refocus on whatever he was saying.

Eddie, on the other hand, was having the time of his life.

All it took was an in depth description of how much he wanted to suck Steve’s cock under the table.

He was certain you saw how his hands rested on Steve’s thigh. He’d move them to brush the small bulge in Steve’s jeans, making the taller man stumble over his words.

Lunch had gone slower than he wanted, but Steve was a complete mess by the end.

You were aware of it, too. There’s no way you weren’t. He saw how Steve whispered something in your ear afterward, and he definitely saw how you grabbed his ass before sliding into the driver’s seat of your car.

Eddie slid in the back seat without much argument, which was a surprise to both you and Steve. If Eddie wasn’t driving he usually insisted on taking shotgun, but now he was sitting eagerly in the back seat with a wide smirk.

You didn’t care much though, too busy thinking up a punishment for Eddie. Steve had already apologized (though you assured him he was your good boy, and did nothing wrong), but would take a lot more convincing.

But as Steve slid into the passenger’s seat, you discovered Eddie even found a way to make driving difficult.

“Aw, not gonna join me back here, Stevie?” Eddie patted the seat next to him softly, making Steve roll his eyes.

“Do I look stupid? You’re just gonna get me in trouble.”

You smirked at the bickering. Steve always played by the rules, he was your good boy who was only bratty when Eddie pulled him into it.

“Me? Trouble? Never.”

You rolled your eyes, starting up the car and driving back to Steve’s house. His parents weren’t home, as per usual, and you wouldn’t be seeing them any time that week. It meant the perfect time to stay at Steve’s house as long as possible.

Eddie watched you focus on driving, responding to Steve talking about work or something about Robin. He could see your eyes flick back to him in the rear-view mirror. Each time you were met with a smirk and a wink.

About half-way through the rather short drive, he pulled down the zipper on his jeans. He did it idly, knowing the noise was audible in the car.

Yet again your eyes flicked back to him. Though you couldn’t see his full body, you could see how his arm moved, hand stroking himself through his boxers.

“The hell do you think you’re doing, Munson?” You questioned, your grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“Just getting comfortable,” He shrugged, pulling his dick out of his boxers. It was just low enough for his half-hard cock to spring out and hit his stomach. He didn’t miss how fast Steve turned around, his eyes completely glued to Eddie’s hand. “You wanna join me, Steve?”

Steve’s eyes widened as he looked from Eddie over to you. “Don’t get me involved.”

“Steve’s bein’ a lot smarter than you, baby,” You warned, glaring as Eddie’s hand moved up and down his shaft. “You better quit being a fucking whore before I treat you like one.”

Your eyes went back to the road, peeling away from the vision of Eddie stroking himself.

“You love it, Y/n,” Eddie smirked, sending a glob on spit onto the tip of his dick. The schlick noises from his hand were filling the car.

Steve’s eyes hadn’t left him. The taller man’s jeans were visibly tighter, his cock completely outlined in his pants. Eddie could hear him cursing under his breath, his eyes constantly flicking between you and Eddie.

“Fuck,” Eddie moaned, watching Steve’s dumbfounded expression. “Gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that, Stevie,” Eddie chuckled breathlessly.

Your eyes widened and you pulled over the car, only a few houses down from Steve’s.

“Cum and you won’t get shit from me. You can spend the next week without anything from me or Steve.” Steve seemed a bit disappointed at your statement, but didn’t argue. “If you wanna be a pathetic little slut, I’d be happy to leave you tied up while I play with Stevie.”

You saw Steve gulp at your statement, looking between the two of you. You nodded, starting the car and traveling the last block. You could see Eddie debating your statement before his hand eventually fell to his side. He left his cock out, smirking as Steve glanced back every few seconds.

Eddie had fixed his pants for the trip to Steve’s door, the last thing he needed was the rich and stuck-up folks in Hawkins hating him even more. It hardly mattered though, since he was getting dragged up to Steve’s room the second you all got inside.

Steve followed closely, trying not to meet Eddie’s gleaming eyes.

You practically tossed Eddie on the bed, immediately instructing him to strip. A small part of him was tempted to disobey, but he’d already tested you enough today. He didn’t know if he could last a week without either you or Steve touching him.

Steve stripped as well, anticipating your order. You pulled off your clothes, lying down on the bed next to Eddie.

And this is where Eddie was confused. He’d been teasing you all day, enough to make you pull over your car to yell at him. And yet, here you were, gesturing for him to sit on your face. Sitting on your face sounded amazing.

And who was he to argue, right?

The second he positioned himself over your mouth, you immediately attacked him with your tongue. You circled his hole roughly, pushing in without much warning. With the way your tongue was thrusting in and out of him, he barely registered Steve straddling you, slowly fingering himself open.

The sight only drove Eddie closer to the edge. He'd gotten himself farther than he wanted to admit while in the car, and only a few seconds on top of you was already pushing his limits. Your hand had reached up to his cock now, stroking it in time with your movements.

“Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum!” Eddie leaned forward, hair brushing against Steve’s chest. Your movements only sped up, practically forcing him to cum a second later. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yesss.”

He sprayed his stomach with white, his cum hitting Steve’s thigh as well. Steve chose that moment to sink down on your cock, his mouth falling open.

Eddie tried to move away from your mouth but you gripped his thighs. Your assault on his hole didn’t stop, your hands gripping his thighs harder whenever he tried to squirm away.

“Y/nnn,” Eddie whined, still trying to wiggle his hips. “Too much, baby, you’re suffocating down there.” He did his best to joke, assuming you didn’t know how sensitive he was.

“Aw, but you seemed so eager in the car? You’ll sit right there as long as I tell you to.” You gave his ass a slap, returning to running your tongue over him. He had a very bad feeling about your teasing tone.

He practically collapsed into Steve when you started stroking him again. Steve was bouncing on your cock, now slowing so he could lift Eddie’s face to his. Their lips met, both desperately leaning further into each other.

He felt Steve’s fingers pinch his nipples, rubbing them at a quick pace. Eddie cursed under his breath. He was far more sensitive there than he wanted to admit, a fact both you and Steve knew well.

“God, you’re gonna make me cum again, Stevie.” Eddie whined, overstimulation making his legs shake. Your tongue was doing wonders for him, the rapid pace sending him barreling over the edge.

“Shit!” He came again, his cum landing on your stomach below him. Your hand and tongue didn’t slow, neither did Steve’s fingers. He could see the other man’s cock slowly dripping cum. Steve was growing as antsy as he was, though the brunette kept bouncing on you just as enthusiastically.

“Pleasee, Y/n. I can’t come again baby, I’m gonna need more time than that.” Joking didn’t seem to be working, as you didn’t slow down. In fact, you’d added one of your fingers to the mix. Your tongue still darted out to trace his rim, making his moan each time.

“You wanted to act like a brat today,” You reminded, your hand leaving his cock to give his ass a sharp slap. “You’ll take everything I give you, got it?”

Eddie felt his legs tremble more. It only got worse when you added a second finger, curling to hit his prostate dead on each time.

Steve wasn’t doing much better, though you were letting him sit on your dick, walls clenching around you every few seconds. Every minute or two he started bouncing again, letting out hoarse moans as Eddie’s lips latched onto one of his nipples.

Eddie’s teeth grazed him slightly, though the long-haired man was hardly paying attention. He was too lost in the feeling of your fingers curling in him and how close he was to his third orgasm.

“Y/n, I can’t take another one, okay? M’sorry for teasing you, I won’t do it again.” All of you knew that was a damn lie. “Just can’t do another one.” Eddie begged you, though his words did nothing to convince you.

“What’d I say about taking what you get, hm?” You questioned, slapping his ass again. The motion forced his third orgasm, his lips finally leaving Steve’s chest as he went practically boneless. “If you wanna act like a whore all day I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you.”

Eddie was barely processing what you said. He was barely sitting up, biting his lip as Steve sucked on the crook of his neck.

“You want me to forgive you? Apologize properly.”

Eddie thought about his options. He wasn’t quite ready to apologize, though he did want to stop your fingers from forcing another one out of him.

Either way, he new you’d end up fucking at least two more orgasms out of him.

At least his options were good.

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minniesmelody · 3 years ago

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If it's not too much trouble could you write an angsty piece for Gareth? Like it takes place in season 3 and you both find out about the russian base because you work at scoops and he visits you during work, and then he tries to stop you from going down there but you want to help Steve, Robin and the kids so you get into a big argument? And once you get captured with Steve and Robin you accidentally like vent to them and regret the entire argument while meanwhile Gareth spends all his time at the mall worrying about you and once you get back up before the battle of starcourt he finds you and you both apologize and all is forgiven? Sorry if this is too much-

Scoops Troop part 1

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Gareth Emerson x GN! Reader

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: Basically the request ^^^

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: cussing, established relationship, part 1 of 3

𝗣𝗢𝗩: first person - Y/n

𝗔/𝗡 : can I just talk about how obsessed I am with this request? Thank you so much for requesting it, there is so much to this that I have to make a part 2 and 3 to this. Thanks again love( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ - Minnie x

“I’m trying to listen to the Russians-“

“Babysitting time is over, you need to get in their” Robin said, me following behind. “Hey! My board, that was important data, shitbirds”

“I guarantee you, what we’re doing is way more important than your data” Dustin said, waving his arms in the air.

“Yeah? And how do you know these Russians are up to no good?”

“Wait- what? Did I miss something?” I asked, confused.

“How did she find out about-“

“Did you tell her-“

“It wasn’t me”

“Y/n did you say something to her?”

“Okay I’m so lost”

“Hello I can hear you. Actually, I can hear everything. You both are extremely loud. You think you have evil Russians plotting against our country, on tape, and you’re trying to translate but haven’t figured out a single word because you didn’t realize Russians use an entire different alphabet. Sound about right?”

“So wait” I said, taking a seat in one of the empty chairs “you have a feeling the Russian government of sorts is after us, and you think you caught something that can be related to that on your….radio?”

“Basically everything I just said?” Robin said sarcastically. I shot her a glare.

A few awkward moments passed before Robin tried to snatch Dustin tape.

“Woah! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I wanna hear it?”

“Why”

“Maybe I can help”

“You speak Russian?” I asked Robin, Robin was a lot things, someone who looked like they were fluent in many languages, that’s one I would be surprised by.

“Ou-yay, are- yay, umb-day”

“Holy shit”

“That’s was Pig Latin, dingus.” Robin said, taking a seat next to me afterwards “but I can speak Spanish, and French wand Italian, and I’ve been in band for 12 years. My ears are little geniuses, trust me”

“Didn’t take you as a scholar ship type of person Robs” I said with a small smirk.

“I’m not really, but I am full of surprises” she said “Anyways, Steve, it’s you’re turn to sling ice cream, my turn to translate, I don’t even want credit I’m just bored”

‘Ding’ welp….customers.

“Come on Steve, people need their ice cream” I said getting up and heading back to the counter.

To my surprise, it was Gareth, my boyfriend of almost 7 months. He usually came to visit me often while I was at work, sometimes during my lunch breaks and sometimes comes and buys something so he has an excuse to come and see me.

“Hey sugar” he said, smile plastered on his pretty face, leaning on the counter, signature hair fluffed up as ever.

“Hey Gare, what can do I do for you?”

“Just wanted to come and see my favorite girl, I brought my little sister with me, hope you don’t mind, I have babysitting duty today so I thought I would swing by, see you and get her a cold treat” he explained. I looked at him in awe.

Gareth was always a good brother. His mom worked a lot and recently became manager at the local dinner that was usually always busy. She was a single mom and tried her hardest to make enough money to provide for herself and her kids. Gareth was always supportive and always helped out as much as he could if given the chance, babysitting being a contributing factor.

“Sound great, so what can I get you?”

“Just a small cookies and cream cone, right Grace?” He said, Grace giving me a thumbs up.

“Coming right up” I said as I started to place some cookies and cream ice cream in a small cone.

“Hey Emerson” Steve said, walking to the counter next to me.

“Hey Steve, able to catch any hot dates yet?” He teased, Steve has lost his game with the ladies, quite literally scaring away every girl he flirts with.

“Not funny” he said as he grabbed a banana and started to peal it.

“Woah hey, you gonna pay for that?” I said, grabbing a small spoon for Grace to do with it.

“No one is watching, no one is gonna care” he said.

“Here you go Gare” I said handing him the small cone.

“Thanks sugar, how much do I owe you?”

“Don’t worry about it, on the house” I said with a smirk “no one is watching, no one is gonna care” two can play at that game Steve.

He shot me a small smile and handed Grace her ice cream, her eyes lighting up in joy.

“Hey, we’ve got our first sentence” Robin said, opening the small doors that lead to the back room.

“Oh seriously?”

“Yeah ‘the week is long’” wow, how exciting.

“Well that’s thrilling” Steve said with a disappointed tone.

“Yeah but, you know, progress”

- 🍦

“The week is long, the silver cat feeds, when blue meets yellow in the west” we all said at the same time. Reading Robins translation off her whiteboard.

“I mean it just-“

“Doesn’t make sense? Yeah obviously Steve” I said as the four of us close down Scoops and start to head out the mall for the night.

“Well its right”

“Honestly, I think it’s great news” Dustin said.

“How is this great news? I mean, so much for being American hero’s, you know? Starting to believe it’s just total nonsense” I asked. Whatever is happening here, doesn’t make sense and i’m honestly starting to think Dustin’s theory about evil Russian spy’s is just complete bullshit.

“It’s not nonsense. It’s too specific, it’s obviously a code”

“What do you mean a code?”

“Like a super secret spy code”

“I don’t know is it?” Robin said

“You’re buying into this? Seriously Rob?”

“ listen just for kicks, let’s entertain the possibility that it is a secret Russian transmission. What’d you think they were gonna say? ‘Fire the warhead at noon’ ? And my translation is correct, I know that for sure so… ‘the silver cat feeds’ why would anyone talk like that unless they are trying to mask the meaning of their message? And why mask the true meaning of their message unless the message was somehow sensitive?”

“Exactly!” Dustin agreed happily. I hate to say Robin has a point about all of this but…she has a point.

“So I guess that confirms your suspicion”

“Evil Russians” Dustin confirmed

“I can’t believe I’m about to agree with this stranger child but yeah, evil Russians”

“So how do we crack it then” I asked.

“Well, I guess we translate the rest and hopefully a pattern emerges”

“A pattern, right. Like maybe ‘silver cat’ is a meeting place?” I said.

“Or a person” Robin replied back

“Or a weapon” Dustin chirped in

“It’s probably gonna take a super genius to crack it but…”

“Hey guys. Where’s Steve?” I asked, realizing he was no longer walking beside me.

The three of us turning around just to see him crouching down next to a animatronic horse, small enough to only fit a toddler on.

“Hey Steve, what are you doing?”

“Uh, it’s a quarter. I need- do you have a quarter?”

“Sure you’re tall enough for that ride?” Robin teased as Dustin threw him a quarter.

The fake horse soon started to rock back and forth and play a instrumental version of Daisy Bell.

“Need help getting up little Stevie?” Robin said, okay I’ll give it to her, that was a little funny.

“Shhh, would you guys just shut up and listen” okay Steve…trying to give us a lullaby or something?

“Holy shit, the music” Dustin said while pulling out his tape recorder and playing the tape.

“I’m still lost” I said

“Yeah I don’t understand” Robin agreed

“It’s the exact same song on the recording”

“Maybe they have horses like this in Russia”

“Indiana Flyer? I don’t…I don’t think so. This code…it…it didn’t come from Russia…it came from here” Steve said.

Well shit.

Dustin…maybe you’re bullshit Super Russian spy shit isn’t such bullshit after all.

I mean if they are com-

“Y/n, there you are” Gareth said, walking into the mall and approaching me “I was waiting for you out in the parking lot for 5 minutes now, you’re never late coming out so I got worried”

��Uh yeah, I’ll see you guys tomorrow yeah?”

- 🍦

“So wait, Russian spies?” Gareth said, kinda confused.

I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, I immediately start ranting on about the situation when we got in his car, giving me a ride home like he did almost everyday that I worked.

“Yup, pretty much” I said.

“Well whatever it is, don’t do anything stupid and don’t get yourself into any danger” he said, seriousness in his tone.

“I can’t make any promises”

“Y/n, I’m being serious, I don’t care what Harrington, Henderson or Buckbeak does, you aren’t going to get yourself into danger, I won’t allow it”

“Okay first of all, it’s Buckley, and second of all, what’s the absolute worst that can happen?”

“Y/n!” He said, the volume of his voice now very high “The worst that can happen is something happening to you cause you wanted to be a dumbass and me losing you, I can’t do that Y/n I’m not gonna go through that”

“You know what, I’m done with this conversation”

“Fine”

And that was that, we didn’t speak for the rest of the car ride to my house, I didn’t even kiss him goodbye, just immediately jumping out of the car and heading inside.

I don’t care what he thinks, I’m solving whatever this is and helping my friends, just because Gareth doesn’t like it doesn’t mean I’m gonna listen to him and sit around and do nothing.

I’m gonna be in the mix of it if he likes it or not.

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uglypastels · 2 years ago

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Could I also request Grapejuice with Robin? I’d love to see how you’d capture her with it x

this is my first Robin fic so I hope it's alright <3 thank you for sending in the request!!

no explicit warnings. underage drinking.

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1982. Freshman year.

First day of class.

Everyone in your class was technically new, but you had an extra disadvantage on you, having just moved to Hawkins only a few weeks before school started– your new room was barely rid of the giant cardboard boxes. So, while everyone might be nervous about stepping inside the halls of Hawkins High for the first time, you knew that they all were already ahead of you by knowing their classmates. All these small-town kids knew each other. You were an outsider, and it was evident from the moment you noticed how everyone was staring at you. An unfamiliar face will do that.

For most of the first half of the day, you didn’t speak to anyone. Keep your head low and stay out of trouble; that seemed the most straightforward strategy to survive this place. But then, at lunch, that whole strategy got interrupted when someone sat down next to you.

Her hair was short and messy. Strands poking out at unnatural angles, wearing dungarees and an oversized sweater underneath, which felt too warm for the post-summer heat, even just looking at it.

‘Uhmm, hi.’ The girl said with half a smile.

‘Hi,’ you replied, mouth half full with a sandwich, but you hadn’t wanted to be rude by not responding.

‘I’m Robin,’ Robin introduced herself. You mumbled back your name.

‘Yeah, I know,’ she said, quickly adding an explanation: ‘we have English together, so I heard the introduction Miss Fredrickson gave you.’ All you could do was nod.

But the conversation continued and never really ended after that. Quickly and rather effortlessly, Robin became your best friend. And four years later, you were still glued to the hip.

Spring Break.

The first day of the free week and, magically, the first day of good weather. Yesterday it finally came. A sunny afternoon, but the warmth followed up a little later. Suddenly it became unbearable to stay in the house, so you and Robin decided to meet up. Just hang out around town, and tell each other what to buy with the money you didn’t have.

‘Tell me, when did stuff get so expensive?’ You sighed, looking at a Blondie tape in the record store. Robin just shrugged as she skimmed through the store’s merchandise. There was a moment of silence between you as you both looked through the racks of cassettes and vinyl– not entirely silent, as the store had music playing. Still, neither of you spoke, just enjoying each other’s presence, showing finds the other might enjoy, knowing fully well you couldn’t afford any of it. It was time to get a job.

‘Are you going to Steve’s party tonight?’ Robin asked eventually as you were leaving the store.

‘Uhm, I guess. Don’t really have anything else going on.’ You weren’t the biggest fan of Steve “the Hair” Harrington, but ever since the previous summer, he and Robin had become genuinely friends, so you had very little to object about him. But something about the guy still irked you.

And the chances of meeting the host of a house party are quite small—especially a party like Harrington’s. But somehow, the chances of meeting the last person you want to see at a party are much bigger. So therefore, you were immediately greeted with the sight of Steve and Robin talking when you walked into the house that evening. They were standing in a corner, chatting. He was holding a cup, most likely containing beer or a concoction with a remarkable percentage of alcohol. Robin also held a cup, but you didn’t even have to ask what she was drinking. It was always the same thing for the two of you. The cheapest red wine possible. The cheapness was an added and acquired taste.

Robin spotted you almost immediately, ending the conversation she was in the middle of.

‘Here, have mine, I’ll go grab the bottle,’ she handed you her solo cup and almost immediately slipped away to the kitchen, leaving you in her spot next to Steve.

‘Nice party,’ you said, looking out at the living room filled with drunk teenagers.

‘Thanks.’ He took a sip of his drink; your eyes never met, and the conversation ended. It was your new record of most exchanged words between you.

Objectively, there was nothing for you to hate about Steve. You knew there wasn’t. But every time you saw him hanging out with Robin, something boiled deep inside you.

Luckily, Robin didn’t leave you alone for too long, coming back with her own cup and the remains of the wine in its bottle. Steve immediately saw that as a sign to go, departing with the words, “see you around, guys”, and disappearing in the crowd.

You took a sip of the wine. ‘This is shit.’

‘I know,’ Robin said. You both took large gulps to finish your cups. When done, you both spoke up, simultaneously interrupting each other and laughing it off. ‘You go first,’ Robin let you.

‘What were you and Steve talking about? When I walked in?’ you remembered how quickly Robin shut the conversation up, and immediately left the room. And then Steve was so quick to leave too.

‘Uhm, that’s kind of what I wanted to talk about actually, but— not here, preferably.’ She took your hand and guided you through the masses. It wasn’t a smooth passage, as she kept bumping into people, and you lost grip on each other in several instances, but finally managed to get up the stairs and into a bedroom. The music was still audible, but much softer. At a comfortable volume the both of you could keep. It just got so overwhelming sometimes.

You sat down on the bed, sipping from the solo cup, watching Robin walk up and down the room.

‘So, we’ve known each other for a pretty long time?’

‘I’d say so, yeah,’ you chuckled. This probably wasn’t the longest friendship for either of you, but for sure the most significant one. It felt like it had lasted centuries.

‘Right, yes. So I really don’t want to say or do anything that might ruin that because that would really suck, and I’ve been trying to find a way to say it in the least destrucitble way, but every time I just seem to spiral down this hole of sentences and my mouth vomits out words pretty much like I’m doing right now.

‘And you asked me what I was talking about with Steve, and he was actually trying to help me figure out what to say but I already screwed that up and I’m still going for some reason–’

‘Rob!’ She froze at the sound of your voice. ‘How much did you have to drink?’

‘A couple glasses, but I’m not drunk. Not in that sense at least. Like, I know what I’m doing— or I’m trying to do what I know I want to do, I just don’t know how to do it– or say it. It’s not that it’s difficult either, per say, but I’m freaking myself out about it, you know–’ she couldn’t contain her nervous giggling in between her words.

‘Ok, so just tell me. I promise I won’t be mad.’ You couldn’t think of anything that Robin could do to upset you as much as she thought it could.

Robin opened her mouth and the beginning of a word came out, but she pushed it right back in. She took another sip of her wine. You mirrored her and when you were both done, you could hear her take a deep breath.

‘I like you– like, really really like you.’

You blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the statement as Robin kept on rambling:

‘You don’t even have to say anything back, I really don’t expect it. And if you don’t want to be friends anymore, I totally get that, but I couldn’t keep it in anymore because everytime we’re together my heart just explodes and my head spins so here’s my trying to sort all of that out by being honest–what?’ She only stopped talking when you got off the bed.

‘Don’t be mad,’ you said, softly, before cupping her face and gently kissing her. It was brief, sweet, and both of you melted into it. Then, when you pulled away, ‘And yeah, you’re right, I don’t want to be friends anymore.’

‘What?’ She blinked, dazed and confused, but you quickly elaborated before breaking Robin’s heart into a million pieces.

‘“Just friends” won’t cut it. I really like you too.’ And you kissed her again.

the end

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metalhurricane · 3 years ago

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Eddie Munson x Goth! reader, part 7

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Note : y/n repeated one year, so she’s 18, Eddie’s supposed to be 19-20. y/n’s shorter than Eddie

I have no idea how DnD works, so sorry for not going into details about it

The rest of the week was pretty much the same. She was getting accustomed to her new school pretty well, putting assholes in their places, remembering her classes, having new subjects studies. Also, as time went by, things got weirder for y/n... it started with things changing places in her room, now she started hearing footsteps and whispers... Grandma’s house was old, from the Victorian era. Maybe ghosts ? She also noticed in the corners of her eyesight shadows...

Other than weird stuff at home, the whole group instantly started to hangout with y/n, and so did she. It was meeting with each other before class, during lunch, sitting next to each other in English and geography, and meeting again when the last bell rang.

They did not go out every night though, but a real friendship started to bloom, between the Hellfire club, and y/n. Especially between her and one of them...

Mike : “You still haven’t met Lucas by the way !” Dustin, eating his lunch : “Yeah, well he spends his entire time at the basketball club, so...” Eddie : “A game where you toss baaaaalls into laundry baskets ! and we’re the crazy ones...” y/n giggled at that : “I can’t wait to meet him. When he’ll be free, of course.”

Later that day, during biology, she saw that she shared the class with Steve and Robin. She went up to them before the class started, but hesitating, not knowing how she was going to be received.

y/n : “Hi Robin, hi Steve” Robin : “Oh, hi y/n !” Steve : “Hi” y/n : “Looks like we’re sharing this class, that is cool... unless you don’t want to be seen around me, which I understand...”

Robin and Steve looked at each other before replying.

Steve : “I mean... sure, you have a distinct look. But we’re not assholes. And you were very sweet the other night.” Robin : “Yes, c’mon, stay with us. Plus, you’re new here, I saw you hanging out with the Hellfire club... you need a girl-friend” she winked as she bumped into y/n’s arm.

Steve rolled his eyes at Robin’s sentence. The trio spend the class together, making jokes and trying to be discreet. y/n was happy that she made new friends, and a girl, finally !

Another day, y/n had to go to the library to check for a book in history, something that she was actually interested in. The Black Plague in Middle Ages. y/n was quickly looking inside the book while walking, when she bumped into someone, making some of her notes fall on the ground.

y/n : “oh my, I'm so sorry !”

She kneeled to pick up the papers to give them back to the person in front of her. A girl, quite petite, with curly brown hair, with her eyebrows furrowed.

y/n, smiling : “Here, again, I’m sorry, I’m very clumsy” Nancy : “It’s okay, no worries...”

y/n noticed that the girl in front of her seemed frightened, so she backed up.

y/n : “...I'm sorry to scare you off, that’s not my goal...”

Nancy was surprised that she said that. And she was even more surprised that she was very polite, and soft. Wait, didn’t Mike told her about y/n ?

Nancy : “No, no ! It’s just... we’re not used to see anything remotely different here you know... I’m Nancy Wheeler” she said, with her hand out y/n, smiling : “I’m y/n l/n, hi ! nice to meet you !” she said, shaking Nancy’s hand. Nancy, more relaxed : “You know my brother, Mike” y/n : “Mike is your brother ? oh that’s amazing ! yes, he’s very kind, and a good friend. I’m sure his sister is just as great as he is” she said with a smile. Nancy, slightly blushing : “Oh... you’re too nice, y/n” y/n : “I wish I could have talked longer to you, but I got the Plague waiting on me” she said, tapping on her book.

Nancy giggled, and had to put her hand before her mouth, so she wouldn’t make too much noise. The two girls said bye to each other, both happy that this first meeting went very well.

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Another week passed, and Eddie taught y/n how to play DnD. She took notes of it, and learned a lot about it in a small amount of time. One Saturday afternoon, the Hellfire Club met for a campaign, and y/n had to go watch and take notes.

She had repaired her bike, painted it black, and changed the tires, so she could drive around again. She went to Hawkins High, parked the bike, and followed the hallway, with Eddie’s instructions written on a piece of paper

“door on the right you walk long all the way door on the left”

y/n was wearing her winkle picker boots, black tights, a long skirt, a tank top with a large sweat over it, her leather jacket, a scarf and a beanie. It was still February after all. Eyeliner and lipstick. And all black, as per usual.

She finally found the door, with the sign on it. She could hear voices from inside, so she knocked and entered.

Everyone was here, getting ready for the campaign. They all saluted her, so did she, when she noticed an unfamiliar face. She walked to Lucas to introduce herself.

y/n : “Hi, i’m y/n.” Lucas looking up to her : “I’m Lucas Sinclair.” he looked at Eddie, looked back at her, and he sighed “Sorry, it’s not against you” he then turned back to Eddie “really ? I miss one week and you replaced me already ?” Eddie : “She’s not replacing you, and because you prefer to play this stupid ball game, she’s here in case you can’t come to one of our campaigns.” Lucas : “yeah, that’s what I said”

y/n, turned around, going to Dustin and Mike, while Eddie and Lucas were arguing.

y/n : “Well, I'm not welcomed here apparently, I should go home...” Dustin : “no no no ! It’s just that... Lucas has been very busy with the basketball team lately, they’re training for this big match next month, and he missed our last big campaign... this is why.”

y/n turned around, looking at the two young men arguing. She walked up to them, standing there. She cleared her throat, and the room went silent. All eyes were on her.

y/n : “Eddie, be a bit more comprehensive, Lucas must have a busy schedule from what I’ve heard.” she turned to Sinclair “Lucas, relax. I’m not here to steal anyone’s place, and certainly not yours. I came here to take notes, to learn.” she showed her notebook “And if one day you, or anyone in this room can’t make it for a campaign, then I’ll be happy to be a fire witch for one night. But for now, you are at your place, Lucas.” She said with a smile.

Suddenly the atmosphere became more relaxed. Eddie looked at y/n in awe. Is there one thing she couldn’t do ? he thought to himself. Also, her being this firm has ignited something in him... The campaign started, while y/n was sitting at the end of the table, but a bit further than the others. She watched the entire game, without a word, taking notes, and writing questions for later.

The campaign was a success, everyone was cheering. Lucas walked up to y/n, scratching his neck.

Lucas : “y/n ?” y/n : “yeah?” Lucas : “I’m sorry... earlier... I was a jerk” y/n : “You were not, no worries. I don’t have any hard feelings towards you”

They both smiled to each other, when y/n showed him her notes, and asking him questions about the game. Lucas answered happily, and they talked a lot about DnD, Lucas explaining a lot to her, while she was taking notes.

Eddie was looking at her from his throne, his elbows on his knees and fists under his chin. She was sitting at the table, easier to take notes from what Sinclair had to say. y/n had her back facing Eddie, when he noticed that her large sweat fell a bit on her shoulder, revealing her shoulder and her neck. His mind started to wander, as he imagined the softness of her skin. Him, touching it, with is fingers, his lips, his tongue...

“Eddie !”

Eddie jump scared in his seat, cursing the person who took him out of his transe.

Eddie : “Jesus what’s wrong with you Jeff ?” Jeff : “Well, we have a gig tonight, remember ?”

Keith, who was coming up to them, was looking where Eddie’a eyes were. He laughed softly and said “Well, can’t blame him”. Eddie smacked him in the arm, before standing up.

Eddie : “Well, gentlemen, Queen of the freaks. I don’t want to throw you out the window, but we have a gig tonight, so we must go.” y/n : “What ?? you got a gig tonight and NO one told me about it ?”

Everyone looked at her.

y/n : “I mean... I thought we were friends” she mimicked wiping fake tears off, which she earned a laugh from everyone.

Gareth, scratching his neck : “Well, we’re not rockstars...” y/n : “Yet.” She said with a finger in the air “But I don’t care, I want to see your band play ! If you want, of course...” Eddie : “y-yeah, of course ! Do you want to come with us directly ?” y/n : “yeah, I got my bike back, so I’ll follow you” Eddie, arching his brow : “y/n, what did I tell you ?” y/n : “you’re not going to drive me everywhere Munson, you’re not my taxi... Plus, you probably have all your instruments in your car. No worries, I’ll follow”.

Eddie sighed but accepted it. y/n was right. Everyone helped to clean the room, and the kids then left. It was Saturday night, after all, youngest had sleepovers, while the eldest could go out.

Eddie and the band all gathered together, trying to fit everything and everyone in the van. (remember it’s the 80s, all the shit they did back then is illegal now lmao)

While y/n biked towards the van, Eddie closed the backdoors of his van.

Eddie : “Okay, so I’ll try to drive as slow as possible. In case you can’t see the van anymore, just stop and I’ll drive back to you, okay ?” y/n : “got it !”

They left the parking lot, while y/n biked behind. She turned the light of her bike on while riding, pestering that she didn’t do it earlier. y/n still managed to follow Eddie’s van pretty easily, when they arrived at the bar.

The band went inside and started to get ready by unpacking their instruments and tuning them. y/n walked inside the bar, one drunk and the barman looked weirdly at her, while the other 4 were too drunk to even notice her. She sat at the bar and looked at the drinks.

Barman : “You sure you can handle my booze girl ?”

y/n looked at him dead in the eye, she took her jacket off, and pulled down the sleeve of her big sweat, revealing a big tattoo on her right shoulder.

y/n : “Is that enough proof for you that I'm old enough ?”

The barman kept eye contact, while the drunks looked at the silent exchange. A few seconds passed until the barman started to laugh, and asked y/n what she wanted. y/n relaxed, while putting her sleeve back in place.

y/n : “A beer please.” Barman, serving her a beer : “You know, I’ve never seen anyone look like you darling. You’re kinda scary, but hot at the same time.”

y/n giggled and thanked the barman, and walked to the stage, waiting for Corroded Coffin.

A few minutes passed by when all four guys went on stage. y/n was cheering for them like no one did before, and all of them were smiling. The first song started, and y/n was already handbanging.

From Eddie’s point of view, he was in a dream. He was playing with his band, and had a hot girl cheering and having fun on their music. And part of that cheering, was for him.

His fingers glided unconsciously on his electric guitar while thinking about that. Or maybe, not thinking, just feeling. The feeling of y/n’s eyes on him, that made him fluster.

The night went on, and when the last song finished, y/n made all the noise she could, and cheered and clapped for her friends. Said friends who were grinning and thanking her a lot. They started to unplug all the instruments and pack them, when Eddie jumped down the stage to go talk to her.

y/n : “Eddie ! you guys are great !” Eddie, blushing : “Thank you y/n...” y/n, taking Eddie’s hands : “and you !!! you’re such a good guitarist Eddie !”

Eddie had to turn his head because his cheeks were burning. When he looked at her again, she had stars in her eyes, and started to blush also.

Eddie, gripping y/n’s hands : “Thank you, that means... the world to me.”

Eddie looked at her dead in the eye. His dark brown eyes melted into hers, she couldn’t resist his dark eyes, she was flustered and looked away. y/n looked down and noticed that they were still holding hands. She slowly ended the contact between them, muttering a sorry. Before Eddie could say anything, the barman called him to give him a drink. One drunk started to talk with Eddie about fishing materials, while he ordered a beer. y/n was waiting next to him, when the door of the bar burst open.

Three male figures appeared. With green jackets.

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x goth reader #Eddie Munson x goth! reader

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thebatfamfanatic · 4 years ago

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Six Times He Met Her

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, guy taking advantage of a minor in first chap, mention of underage smut in fourth chap, making out?, violence, mentions of blood/injury, main character death, adult language, angst

A/N: First thing I’ve written on Tumblr!! Tell me if anybody likes it, or if I broke your heart. And yes, I know I’m evil.

The first time he saw you was around 2:30 in the morning. Jason was squatting on the edge of a rooftop in Gotham, surveying the dark scenery below him.

Somehow, there was still plenty of traffic on the dirty streets, plenty of cars honking and driving around. Jason always wondered who the fuck needed to be somewhere at 2 am.

He fiddled with a loose seam on the Robin uniform he sported each night, hunting down the assholes of Gotham (pretty much 70% of the city) and putting them in jail, where they belonged.

At 16, Jason Todd technically should have been in bed, maintaining a healthy sleep schedule and doing some rich kid shit during the day. Of course, his adoptive (long story) father, Bruce Wayne, richest playboy in Gotham, employed him to be his little tweety bird sidekick at night, so here he was, at the rendezvous watching the streets. yay. A scream came from an alley nearby. Jason stood, stretched his legs, and leaped down from the roof onto the ground. He pinpointed the alleyway where the noise was coming from and raced into it. A girl, about his age, had been cornered by some bitch dude who thought he could take advantage of this girl. Not on Robin’s watch.

Before the girl could scream again, the guy was on the ground and Jason was helping her up. She shakily took the hand he offered her and looked him in the eye. Shit, she had gorgeous eyes. Jason froze for a second, lost in her beauty, before clearing in his throat.

“Hi. I’m Robin, uh, you probably knew that. Are you okay, ma’am?”

He hated the squeak that came out of his mouth. He sounded like a fucking 5 year old. The girl raised her eyebrow. She had recovered rather quickly. “You don’t have to call me ma’am. I’m not some rich-ass royal whatever from Britain.” Jason liked this one. Sassy, but just so. He inquired where she lived, and she gave him the address. With his grappling hook at the ready, Jason pulled her closer to him. She jumped at the sudden closeness, but seemed to enjoy it. Maybe? He didn’t know shit about girls.

Jason shot the hook, propelling them up in the air, and landed on a rooftop. They continued this routine until he got in front of her house. It was still several seconds before he released her waist.

She started to walk towards her door, before stopping.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Sorry, what?” Jason blinked.

“I thought you were smart, Robin. Its my name, dumb ass.”

Then Y/N disappeared into her house. Jason stood there foolishly outside on her front lawn for a while, thinking about the girl he had just met. She was unlike anyone he had ever met, and he realized 10 minutes later that he had forgotten to ask about where her family was and everything.

Oh well. Bruce would be expecting him anyways. Jason shot his grappling hook and started home, still dazed from the encounter.

The second time you guys met was two weeks later. Jason was just Jason Todd, a normal 10th grader living in the shadow of his (adopted) older brother Dick Grayson. Nobody paid much attention to him, and he didn’t really mind. Mostly Jason focused on getting A’s in class and then retreating into the library until Golden Boy’s after school clubs were over.

That is, until you walked in. It sounded as if you had just moved here, and for a minute, Jason felt a little sorry for you. I mean, Gotham wasn’t the greatest place to spend high school, or any grade, in his opinion.

You looked at your schedule from across the hall and then up at the locker next to him. For a second, your eyes met his and Jason was content. Lost in those brilliant colors. And then you looked away and started walking towards him. He realized just in time maybe he should stop leaning over your locker as you stopped next to him.

“Hi. Y/N. Just moved here. Looks like we’re locker neighbors.”

Jason was about to reply with “I know” but restrained himself. “Jason. Nice to meet you. Congrats on moving to this shitshow.”

He managed to not grin like an idiot as you laughed. The sound was music to his ears, like beautiful bells. God, he was being sappy.

“It’s not much of a shitshow when you’re here.” Ooh, she flirts too. Jason smirked as you opened your locker and dumped your stuff inside, pulling out the things you needed for your first class.

The first bell shrieked just as you closed your locker. “See you around, Jason.”

The small smile you gave him made his day, and he almost forgot to get to class. Yes, you were certainly one of a kind, and yes, Jason wanted you. The question was how to get to that point.

You guys had a couple classes together, and frequently sat at the same table during lunch, so it wasn’t long before you were quick friends with Jason. However, the next notable time you met was a little while after he got your number.

Jason was laying on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through Tumblr as he thought about ways to ask you out.

Y/N, would you grant me the honor of going out with me? No, too Romeo and Juliet.

Hey, want to grab ice cream? He had to make it clear what his intentions were. Then it wouldn’t be weird if he kissed you, right?

Oh, god, if he fucking kissed you….what would that be like? Before Jason could start fantasizing, his fingers were flying across the keyboard and he had sent a text to you. What did he do, what did he-

Hey, I was wondering if you’d like to see that new movie this weekend. It seems like something you would enjoy.

Hm. That was actually pretty good. Where did he come up with that?

Jason had just started inspecting his fingers for some kind of sign of being possessed by smooth-with-girls-syndrome when you responded. He looked up and read it quickly.

Sure, I’d love that! Thanks for thinking of me ❤️

A heart. You had put a heart at the end of it. Did that mean you knew it was a date?

Jason sighed. He certainly hoped so.

The weekend date went good. By the end of it, Jason was sure you knew it was a date. The second one passed, and then the third. The third one was when you hesitantly pecked him on the cheek. The fourth was when he kissed you actually. It wasn’t a long kiss, but it was just enough for him to take you on a fourth date. An actual “will you go out with me on a date” kind of thing.

He took you to a restaurant in the fancy part of things. You two ate food that two broke 16 year olds technically shouldn’t have been able to afford, but Bruce helped Jason out.

Jason drove you home afterwards and discussed the topic of the upcoming summer during the car ride. What you were doing, where he was going. The entire time, Jason had butterflies in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to act. Was he messing it all up, or were you actually into him?

Once he parked in front of your house and walked you up to the stoop, you looked at him. He noticed you were biting your lip nervously, and god, why did he think that was so hot? “My parents aren’t home.” It was the softest Jason had ever heard you speak, but he knew what you meant. He smiled gently, and kissed you again. This one was destined to last longer, and before either of you realized it, you had opened your door and you were leading him to your bedroom.

That night was one neither of you would forget, and by the end of it, Jason had officially asked out successfully.

You and Jason spent a lot of time together after that. You met his older brother, Dick (who was very happy for Jason, too happy in his opinion) and his dad, Bruce Wayne. Bruce was cool, but very busy all the time.

By two months, Jason still hadn’t told you his identity as Robin, and he was running out of excuses. One day, you confronted him, assuming he was cheating on you. He tried everything, but he had to go out on patrol.

Jason left that night assuming you were broken up. The entire patrol, he wasn’t himself. Truth was, he loved you so much he was afraid of losing you. That had become his greatest fear. It was that night everything went wrong.

You were out taking a late night walk. Down by the pier, a cold wind was blowing, and as you walked past warehouse after warehouse, you pulled your coat tighter.

You were affected as well, and confused about where you and your boyfriend stood. Did you guys just breakup? Did he love you? Did–

A scream echoed from one of the warehouses. You turned, afraid of stepping closer but afraid of leaving the person. Eventually, your curiosity won over and you climbed up several crates to peer into the window.

What you saw inside almost made you scream yourself. Robin, the hero everybody talked about, lay defenseless and bloody on the ground as a tall man-the Joker- whacked him over and over again with a crowbar.

You gasped, wanting to help, but you knew that would be foolish. You would just get in the way for a minute. Tears started to form in your eyes as Robin weakly cried out from the pain. He looked so…helpless.

Joker relentlessly beat him with the crowbar, and Robin’s mask began to come off. You rubbed the tears from your eyes just as the mask fell to the ground.

“No.” was the only thing that you could muster. Jason lay on the ground in the bloody Robin suit. Jason fucking Todd. There was your boyfriend, being beaten to death by the asshole of all assholes. That was why he kept disappearing at night, because he fucking protected the city!

You were mad at yourself for being so cruel to Jason without knowing what was really going on. You barely paid attention as Batman and Nightwing suddenly burst through the windows.

Joker laughed, and said something you couldn’t hear from the outside. Probably taunting Batman as he watched his apprentice get beat to death.

A fight broke out, Batman lunging at Joker as Nightwing rushed to Jason, laying broken on the ground. You had just enough time to duck as a Batarang came swooping out of the hands of the Caped Crusader and straight through the window you were looking through.

It was then you realized how close Jason was to death, and what you needed to do. The window pricked your jacket as you jumped through it, but you didn’t care. Gymnastics back in 6th grade helped when you landed awkwardly. Nightwing spun around, and it wasn’t hard to figure out that was Dick, which meant Bruce was Batman.

However, none of that mattered when Jason was half dead in front of you. Nightwing- Dick- made no effort to stop you as you knelt in front of Jason. “No, no, no.” You cradled his head in your hands, trying hard not to recognize how limp his body was, and how his chest barely moved as he struggled to breathe.

Jason’s eyes were closed, tears running down his face silently. You were crying as well, mumbling curses and things that made no sense.

“Please, don’t be dead. Please, I-I love you.”

You watched Jason make no acknowledgement he could hear you, watched him breathe once more. His chest rose and never fell.

You screamed and buried your head in his costume, not caring about getting blood on your face. Dick pulled you away wordlessly, out of the warehouse. You barely registered that the warehouse exploded behind you a few seconds later.

Dick let you sob into his shoulder for what seemed like hours. Him and Bruce exchanged a short conversation, both riddled with grief.

Six times you and Jason had met, and that was the last.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd angst #jason todd smut #jason todd fluff #dc comics #robin!jason

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hintofelation99 · 4 years ago

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The Justice League Hangs out with Duke

Bruce: Duke, it's time we had the talk.

Duke: Uh... nope. No thank you. I'm not getting the sex talk from Batman.

Bruce: What? No! The Robin talk.

Duke: But, I'm- I'm the Signal now? Isn't it a bit late for a Robin talk?

Bruce: Son, it's never too late, not for this.

Duke: Um. Ok.

Bruce: When Dick, Jason, and Tim first started as Robins they created a tradition. A tradition that continued with Stephanie, Damian, and now you.

Duke: And that tradition is?

Bruce: Taking down the Justice League. By being annoying and slightly terrifying.

Duke: OHHHHHH. Is that why no one from the Justice League talks to me?

Bruce: Yes, yes it is. But don't worry. I made an arrangement that will allow you time alone with league members to continue the tradition. You have a week to prepare.

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Duke: Cass, what do I do?

Cass raises an eyebrow at Duke.

Duke: For the Robin tradition thing. I have to take down the entire Justice League in a night using creative, outlandish, and original methods. But it's already been done by Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph. So what do I do? How can I be better than all of them.

Cass smirks: Take them down too.

Duke looking at Cass like she's crazy: What?

Cass: Take. Them. Down.

Duke: Holy shit, you are terrifying.

Cass just smiles and leaves.

-> One Week Later <-

Wonder Woman, Superman, Flash, Aquaman, Green Lantern, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and Steph gather in the Watchtower.

Duke: Hey guys, Batman just wanted to go through some training exercises with everyone. He'll be a little late. Harley and Ivy escaped Arkham and are trying to grow penis shaped shrubs in all the public parks. But, don't worry he asked me to go ahead and start with out him.

Green Lantern: Why are you leading this meeting?

Duke: Batman is running late and he wants me to practice leading meetings.

Green Lantern, glaring suspiciously at Duke: Are you about to do that stupid Robin tradition where you torture all of us?

Duke: What Robin tradition? Also, I'm not even a Robin? I'm the Signal.

Green Lantern continues to glare at him.

Superman: Calm down Green Lantern, the Robins never do this in front of each other.

Every League member seems to relax at this.

Duke acting confused: Uhhh, yeah. Ok, we have a few housekeeping things to do according to the list Batman left. So, I'll have everyone pair up for sparring while I handle these individually.

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Everyone is in the training room working out or sparring. Duke approaches Tim.

Duke: Hey Tim, Bruce wanted you to look in to that Bludhaven case. Is that ok with you?

Tim: Yeah, why wouldn't it be?

Duke: Oh, I just thought it might be difficult considering what Dick did.

Tim: ...What did he do?

Duke: Wait, you haven't noticed? Oh no, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything.

Tim: Duke. Tell me what he did.

Duke: Well, Jason said that he replaced all your coffee with decaf.

Tim: THAT BASTARD. No wonder I've been feeling so tired! I'm going to kill him!

Duke: Wait, just stop! I heard that he hid all of it in Green Lantern's room.

Tim: Wait, why there?

Duke: Something about you being afraid of him.

Tim: WHAT?! I'm not afraid of the Green Nightlight! I'm gonna find that coffee then make Dick pay.

Duke: Oh, well cool, good luck!

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Green Lantern: Um, what are you doing in my room?

Tim: Where is it?

Green Lantern: Where's what?

Tim: You know what I want. Give up now or face the consequences.

Green Lantern: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Tim: Fine. Consequences.

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Steph, sparring with Duke: So, what's it like being the first meta bat?

Duke: Not too bad, but I could do with out the whole 'predict the future' thing.

Steph, laughing: What? You can not see the future.

Duke: I bet you $50 I can

Steph: Your on.

Duke, makes everything around him light up and uses a weird voice: In the next thirty minutes Green Lantern will flee the Watchtower in fear. Soon after Dick will be attacked by Tim.

Steph, snorts in obvious disbelief.

Steph: That was so fake-

Green Lantern runs out of the tower looking terrified.

Steph: No way.

Tim tackles Dick and they start fighting like three year old's on the floor.

Steph, handing Duke $50: Holy shit Magic Man.

Duke makes things light up and does the voice again: Oh my god.

Steph, looking excited: What?!

Duke: The- the sushi. The sushi you brought today, it's made from-

Duke pretends to choke back a sob.

Duke: It's made from the fish who was the maid of honor at Aquaman's wedding.

Steph: HOLY SHIT.

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Steph and Aquaman sit beside each other for lunch, she pulls out her sushi and looks at Aquaman sadly.

Steph: I am so, so sorry for your loss. But just know that her sacrifice is not in vain.

Aquaman, looks confused for a second then sees the sushi: NOPE. Not this again! I'm leaving.

Steph: Wait! I'm sorry!

Aquaman leaves as Steph tries to chase him down.

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Jason is laughing and filming as Dick and Tim fight.

Duke, whistles: Man, imagine if that video went on YouTube.

Jason, looking confused: What?

Duke: I'm just saying if the video of Red Robin and Nightwing fighting like kids ever got on YouTube, it'd go viral. Oh and they would be so pissed!

Jason, laughs: Too bad B would kill me if I uploaded this.

Duke: Yeah, I guess so. And you can't upload it here because then Superman would get in trouble.

Jason: Why would the boy scout get in trouble?

Duke: Cause he always uses his YouTube account on the Justice League computer. So it'd look like he uploaded it and B would find out that Superman watches cat videos while he's on monitor duty.

Jason, smirking: Huh, so you're saying if I upload this on the League computer I'd piss off Bruce, Tim, and Dick and get Supes in trouble?

Duke, acting innocent: Huh, I guess so.

-> A Few Minutes Later <-

A call from Bruce comes up on the main computer.

Superman: Hey Batman, what can I do for you?

Bruce: You, Red Hood, cave now.

Jason: What? Why me?

Bruce: Because I saw that little home video you uploaded of your brothers.

Jason: What, that wasn't me!

Bruce: I could hear you laughing while you filmed.

Jason: Dammit.

Jason and Clark leave for the cave pouting like kids.

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Duke: Hey, Black Canary?

Black Canary: Yes Duke?

Duke: I'm sorry to do this on such short notice, but I'm very worried about Dick and Tim.

Black Canary: Why?

Duke: Well, Tim keeps claiming that Dick is out to get him. Something about Dick messing with his coffee? And Dick feels like he's just being attacked for no reason and is worried about Tim's health. Is there anyway you could intervene?

Black Canary, looking sighing and looking exhausted: Usually I have three days of preparation before dealing with bats.

Duke: I know it's just-

Duke gestures to Tim and Dick rolling on the floor fighting.

Duke: They really need help.

Black Canary: Alright, I'll see what I can do.

Black Canary attempts to intervene only to get pulled into the fight. Now the three of them are tangled in a huge, confusing fight, that's filled with yelling and hair pulling.

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Duke: Damian! Quick!

Damian: What is it Thomas.

Duke: I think somethings wrong with Dick and Tim and maybe even Black Canary. They're all fighting and won't stop! Can you help me contain them so that we can figure out what's going on?

Damian: Fine. I shall help.

Duke: Ok, just try to herd them into this containment cell.

Damian joins the fight managing to get everyone, including himself, into the containment cell. As Damian is trying to leave Duke closes the cell. Damian angrily yells and bangs on the sound proof walls.

Duke: What? Sorry, can't hear you! My hand slipped!

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Wonder Woman: Very well done Signal.

Duke, acting innocent: Hm?

Wonder Woman: You tricked Red Robin into scaring Green Lantern away, then into fighting Nightwing. Once that fight broke out you tricked Red Hood into uploading a video to the internet using the Superman's credentials. By uploading that video he caused both himself and Superman to face Batman's wrath. You also used the fight to trick Stephanie into annoying Aquaman to the point of leaving. Then you involved Black Canary in the fight, which was her downfall. And, as a final touch, you managed to get Robin into the fight and trapped all in a containment cell. You successfully eliminated 9 foes with one trick.

Duke: You mean 11.

Wonder Woman: What?

Duke: 11. You see, I didn't trick Red Robin, I tricked Nightwing. I had a week to prepare. In that week I convinced Dick that Tim needed to cut back on the caffeine and that Dick should help by switching all of Tim's coffee with decaf. I also convinced him to hide that coffee in the watchtower, in Green Lantern's room. So that was all true.

Wonder Woman: But, that still does not make 11?

Duke: It does. Because This morning I moved the coffee. I replaced the Flashes decaf with Tim's ultra caffeinated coffee. You see Tim has it specially manufactured to increase the caffeine levels. And, while Flash doesn't usually drink his coffee in the morning, he's always running late and forgets, he does drink coffee during training breaks. Which is now. So in about five minutes we will have an incredibly caffeinated speedster in the Watchtower. And since you're the only one around right now with a chance of catching him, that's your problem.

Right as Duke finishes Flash runs by, majorly hyped up on caffeine.

Duke: Checkmate.

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Martian Manhunter: It appears that I am the last remaining League member.

Duke: Yeah, I don't really understand this tradition but apparently every Robin ends it by picking a favorite league member.

Martian Manhunter: Out of all the League members, why have you chosen me?

Duke: Your smart and have a lot of cool powers. Also, I dunno, I hear you sometimes feel like an outsider with the league. Cause, the whole martian thing. And I know it's not the same but, sometimes I feel like an outsider with the bats, being the only meta and all.

Martian Manhunter: You have chosen me so that we may bond over our lack of connections?

Duke: Uhhhh, yeah?

Martian Manhunter: Hm. Very well, I assume that this is your “Robin Weakness”. Apparently every Robin has one.

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mischiefandspirits · 4 years ago

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Bernard Figures It Out

Was reading through all the comments on @frostbittenbucky's post and all I could think of was that it was Bernard talking to Tim. Then I got to thinking...

"I've connected the two dots."

"You didn't connect shit."

"I've connected them."

Bernard figures out Tim's a superhero... sort of.

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Tim fidgetted nervously as he waited on the front porch of his boyfriend’s house. Bernard had sounded so serious when he’d called during Tim’s lunch to ask him to come over after work so they could talk about something.

Which Tim had done, after spending an entire board meeting just going over the past week trying to figure out what he’d done.

The only thing he could think of was that he’d ducked out halfway through their lunch date on Wednesday to give Duke some backup, but Bernard had seemed understanding when Tim explained there was an emergency at GRC Labs. It couldn’t have been a tipping point, either, since Tim had managed to only flake on three other dates over the past few months they’d been dating. Kate had been happy to cover for him as often as she could “out of queer solidarity” when she found out Tim was dating a boy for the first time and Tim had managed to trick Bruce into covering a few actual Wayne Enterprises emergencies for him when they came up.

There had to be a reason Bernard was breaking up with him, though. Had he missed something? He definitely wasn’t forgetting an important day. He was good with days and Tam was even better, so she would have reminded him on the off chance that he had forgotten.

What was he missing?

Bernard was smiling when he opened the door, but there was a nervous energy to it that had Tim’s stomach sinking. “Hey, Tim.”

“Hey.” Tim gave his own nervous smile then slipped inside.

They went into the living room and sat down on the couch.

Tim frowned when Bernard grabbed a manila folder off the coffee table. Crud, had he screwed up enough that Bernard had had to make a list? He knew he was new to dating a guy, but he hadn’t thought he’d done that bad. He’d really been trying, especially with how his and Stephanie’s relationship had fallen apart at the end. “What -”

“Just let me speak, Tim,” Bernard said, waiting for Tim’s nod. “Okay, so you know Clark Kent, right?”

Tim blinked as Bernard opened the folder to show a picture of Clark. It looked like one of the employee pictures from the Planet’s website, with his dorky “I’m just a humble country boy” smile and the golden globe from their roof photoshopped in as the background. “Uh, yeah? I think so. He works for the Daily Planet, right? I think he’s worked at a few of Bruce’s events. Not a lot of outside reporters are willing to come to Gotham.”

“Exactly!” Bernard said, snapping his fingers and pointing at Tim.

“What?”

He pulled out the picture to show the next page was an article titled, “DAILY PLANET REPORTER… BATMAN!?”

A wave of relief washed over Tim and he placed his face in his hands. “Were you up all night on the hero conspiracy boards again?”

“No. I mean, I found this on a board and was up all night thinking about it, but I found it reasonably early.”

“One in the morning isn’t reasonable, Bernard.”

“Says the guy who’s always wide awake when I call to infodump.”

“Touché.” Tim leaned against Bernard and gave him a smile. “So tell me, why is some reporter from Metropolis from all places Batman.”

“First of all, living in Metropolis is the perfect cover. Everyone assumes Batman would live in Gotham, no one would consider he could be from anywhere else. Metropolis is outside the GMA, but close enough that the commute is still possible.”

“But it’s Metropolis.”

“And who would think Gotham’s Dark Knight lives in the sunshine capital? Plus, I hear he disappears a lot on the job. There’s gotta be a reason for it!”

Tim made a note to let Clark know he needs to cut back on the disappearing act some since people are catching on.

“And have you seen the guy? He is swol AF, babe.”

“Please don’t call me babe while you’re talking about how hot another guy is.” Especially Tim’s honorary uncle.

“You know I prefer twinks.”

“BERNARD!”

“I’m just saying,” he continued, ignoring Tim’s shout. “The guy is definitely hiding something! Besides, Kent is an investigative reporter. He’s gotta know a lot about cases and the underground and detective work.”

Not as much as he likes people to think, but more than he likes people to know Superman does, Tim mused. “But what about the other vigilantes?”

“Well, Kent has a cousin…” Bernard flipped through a folder and pulled out a picture of Kara. It looked like a screenshot of her interviewing Lena for CatCo. “She’s obviously the latest Batgirl. Look at her hair. And the first Batgirl and the current Batwoman were obviously Lois Lane, the red hair is just a wig. Did you see how she kicked butt at that last event she went to? She’s not as subtle as Kent. That means their son is the latest Robin. He’s exactly the right size.”

Oh, Damian better not hear about this, Tim cackled internally. His youngest brother hated being reminded that Jon was the same height as him despite their two years age difference. Damian definitely took after Talia when it came to body type, no matter what he said.

“And Kent also has a brother.” This time he pulled out a picture of Kon. The clone must have been caught by a reporter out shopping with Ma since he was carrying some paper bags and glaring at whoever was behind the camera. “At least, he’s supposedly Kent’s brother, but he was a teenager when he first showed up with the Kents. A lot of people think he’s actually Kent’s son, that Kent got a girl pregnant when they were teenagers and something happened to the mom so Kent had to take him in. Now the Kents are trying to hide it by saying the two are brothers.”

That was… scarily accurate actually. Especially given Luthor and Clark were close friends at the time that Kon would have theoretically been born.

“And that beef would explain why the younger Kent brother went all crime lord on Gotham for a while before reconnecting with the family.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Kent Jr.’s got the perfect build for Red Hood.”

Tim bit back a comment on how Kon was shorter than Jason by a good foot. Timothy Drake-Wayne should not know that. Add Jason to the list of people who can’t hear this theory.

“And then there’s this girl,” Bernard picked up a picture of Lois, Jon, and Natasha Irons walking down the street together. “No one’s sure exactly who she is, but she’s been spotted with the Kents a few times. I think the cover story is that she’s Jon’s babysitter.”

“And the actual story?”

“She’s Black Bat, obviously. That’s why she wears a mask that fully covers her face. She doesn’t want to stand out as the only African American Bat.”

“Isn’t Signal also Black?”

“Yeah, but he works in the daytime so he’s already a standout.”

“And who is Signal in this? And what about Nightwing and Red Robin?”

“Well, Nightwing’s just a Blüd who came to Gotham. He doesn’t count.”

Ouch. Sorry, Dick.

“And Red Robin is obviously an older Robin, the one who was Robin when we were kids. Kent wanted to keep him on, and I don’t blame him. As for Signal, he’s got the same backstory as all the other Robins Kent picked up, he just went the Signal route because he didn’t fit the usual Robin mold.”

“Because the female Robin fit the mold,” Tim snorted. Robin Mold, as if he and his brothers were even the same ethnicity. Or even had the same hair color. Jason dyes his hair, Dick’s is brown-black, Tim’s is pure black, and Damian’s is more a dark brown and it’s only getting lighter as he gets older.

“She didn’t, that’s the point. Kent tried to give breaking the Robin mold a chance by letting his cousin have a go at it, but he realized it just didn’t work so she went back to being Spoiler and he got a new Robin.”

Not touching that with a ten-foot pole. “Right, and where does he get the usual Robins? Please tell me you’re not back on the secret government orphanages theory.”

“No, no, no. Kent travels sometimes for his job, right? And a lot of the time he’s going to places that have been hit by disasters or major crimes. So he’ll take in some of the displaced children to train as his robins.”

Tim pressed his face back into his hands.

“You see it, right?”

Honestly, Tim was just wondering how his boyfriend could be so close, and yet so far off. “How would Kent even afford taking care of a bunch of secret -- possibly illegally acquired -- children without anyone noticing?”

“Simple. Bruce Wayne is funding him.”

“Bernard, I love you, but what the heck?” Tim blushed and looked up as he realized what he’d said, but Bernard didn’t seem to notice as he steamrolled ahead.

“It’d also explain how he can afford all the gear and how he’d be able to travel to Gotham or anywhere else Batman goes without anyone noticing. He probably has a secret Batplane or something.”

“Why would Bruce do that?”

“Because Wayne cares about Gotham, everyone knows that, and this way he can make sure someone’s taking care of the city without anyone putting two and two together.”

“And two plus two is?”

Bernard gave him a hard look. “I’m not stupid, Tim. Bruce Wayne is obviously Superman. His face is right there.”

Oh, the others are going to love this! Too bad I can’t tell Damian or Jason. Jason especially would have loved this. “Right. Bruce is Superman.”

“He is. Superman is known for being nice and Bruce Wayne’s basically all that’s keeping the city running at this point. That’s nice as hell.”

Oh my god.

“And Wayne does charity for the victims of cataclysms, doesn't he? I bet he first saves people from them as Superman and then builds them new homes for free.”

Oh my god! Why am I not recording this!?

“And the Wayne’s were rich enough to hide the fact they adopted an alien baby.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “If you’re about to tell me this is why Bruce’s parents got killed, you might want to stop while you’re ahead.”

“It’d make sense. There’re all sorts of unanswered questions about their deaths,” Bernard muttered under his breath, flipping through the folder. He pulled out another picture of Kara. This time she was in full Supergirl attire with a bus held overhead. “So if Wayne is Superman, then that’d mean your ex-girlfriend could be Supergirl. They look a lot alike and it’d explain how she got involved with you all.”

“Bernard, she has a human dad. You know, Cluemaster. The supervillain.”

“Yeah, her dad. But we don’t know anything about her mom!”

“Let me guess…”

Bernard pulled out a picture of Karen. She and Helena were suited up and talking to a group of cops, two goons held over each of Karen’s shoulders. “Her mom could be Power Girl! Some makeup and a wig and she could look just like Crystal Brown! And Damian Wayne is obviously the new Superboy! That’s why his background is such a mystery, right? He had to stay a secret until he could control his alien superpowers. That’s why he’s always so mean. It’s a cover since everyone knows Superboy is super sweet!”

Sure, when he’s not helping Damian pull pranks or using his adorable powers to put the blame on Kon and I. “No, Bernard. Damian and Steph are just very human hellspawn. And Bruce and Crystal are human too. I can’t believe you called me over here just to tell me you think Superman is both Batman’s sugar daddy and my adoptive dad.”

“Well, that’s not exactly why I called you over,” Bernard admitted, the nervous energy coming back. He grabbed Tim’s hands. “Tim -”

Tim’s stomach sank. “You are breaking up with me!”

“What? No! I don’t want to break up!”

“Why are you acting all nervous and serious then!?” Tim asked, pulling his hands away to throw them up in the air.

Bernard shook the folder. “Because I’m trying to tell you I figured out you’re Superboy!”

Tim’s brain blue-screened and his hands slowly dropped. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I know you’re Superboy. The older one, obviously. By the way, you and Damian really need to figure out separate names.”

Forget Jason and Damian, Kon can never find out about this. He’d never let me live it down. “Bernard, you called me a twink five minutes ago. Su-” Shoot, I can not risk getting Kon’s attention! “The older one might not be as big as Superman, but he’s not a twink.”

“Well, yeah, that’s the shapeshifting at work.”

“The what?”

“Obviously you Kryptonians can shapeshift. Why else would you look so much like humans?”

… Why do Kryptonians look so much like humans? Was there some - Wait, no! Break into the Fortress of Solitude for research later! Reassure your boyfriend that you’re not an alien now! “Bernard -”

“And that explains why your step-mom was so hot.”

“Gross.”

“She and your dad were actors hired by Luthor so you could have a normal life! But now Bruce has custody so he adopted you.”

“No.”

“That’s why you and your dad were so weird with each other when I met him.”

“We were weird because he’d just gotten out of a coma not long before to find that his wife was dead so he decided to actually be a dad for once in his life, but overcompensated and became a helicopter parent to a kid who was mostly on his own for his entire life!” Tim blurted out. “I am not an alien, Bernard!”

“Well, not technically since you were cloned from Superman on Earth.”

“Oh my god! You were just talking about Steph being Supergirl! Why would I date my dad’s cousin?”

Bernard blinked. “Supergirl and Superman are cousins?”

Right, Timothy Drake-Wayne wasn’t supposed to know that. “I thought they’d said something like that before, yeah. Are people seriously saying I’m Superboy on the internet?”

“NO! No, I swear I would have led with that if I thought your identity was compromised. A few people have mentioned Wayne and Damian, but not you or Steph or Jason.”

“Wh-Jason!? You think Jason was an alien too!”

“No, not exactly, but a few times when I’ve visited I swear I’ve seen a guy in the manor who looks like Jason. It’s just been out of the corner of my eye and he’s gone whenever I look so I’ve always thought it was just Dick or Bruce or some picture of Jason that my mind was playing tricks with, but it makes sense now that I know Wayne is Superman. He must have been able to heal Jason with alien tech, but couldn’t say anything because that would give away that he’s Superman.”

Damn it Jason! And damn it Bernard! I’m dating the smartest moron in the world! “Bruce did not bring Jason back with alien technology and none of us are aliens!”

“It’s okay, Tim. I won’t tell anyone.”

Tim grabbed Bernard by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss. When he started to feel lightheaded, he pulled back, “Could someone whose skin is as solid as stone kiss like that?”

Bernard blinked dazedly at him for a moment. “How do you know what Superboy’s skin feels like?”

Tim screamed internally. “He’s saved me from a kidnapping before.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I can get you the police report if you want.”

“Huh… And the others?”

“Not Supers. I can stab Damian the next time we’re at the manor if that’ll prove none of us are aliens.” He’d rather stab Jason, but that would probably only confirm to Bernard that Bruce used alien technology to bring him back.

“You probably shouldn’t stab your brother if he isn’t an alien.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “I won’t stab him anywhere deadly.”

“That’s not the point,” Bernard said slowly.

“He’ll be fine.”

“If you say so.”

“So do you believe I’m not an alien now?” Tim huffed, letting go of Bernard’s jacket.

The blond’s eyes dipped down to Tim’s lips. “If I say no, will you kiss me like that again?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Tim said, but he kissed him anyway.

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“Okay, but I still say Clark Kent is definitely Batman.”

“Sure, Bernard.”

#Tim Drake #robin #red robin #bernard dowd #timber #fanfiction

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mochegato · 4 years ago

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Even the Losers

Chapter 18

Chapter 1 Chapter 17

Mari waved up at Nightwing before turning toward the café. He grinned and waved back. No sense of embarrassment at getting caught like Red Robin had the day before. She didn’t know enough about him to know if it was because he wasn’t hiding, Red Robin had given him a warning that she knew someone would be there, or because he had no sense of embarrassment, or most likely, a combination of all of those.

Adrien looked up and grinned too. “What time did he take over?”

Marinette shrugged and cut through the café’s outdoor seating. “Later than yesterday. When did Dick leave? It was some time after that.”

Adrien looked at him for a moment and shook his head. He looked back at Marinette before the memory of sleep deprived Marinette hit him. He grimaced. It was hit or miss whether she would be funny, emotional, or a danger to herself. If Batman was the same… “I really hope Batman doesn’t have a day job because with all the all-nighters he’s pulling, he would have to be a zombie at work.”

Marinette giggled at the idea. “Can you imagine Batman with a day job? What do you think he does? Like, could you imagine him as a kindergarten teacher?” Marinette’s giggles grew into full blown laughter. She finally was able to gasp out, “Batman complimenting some little kid’s rainbow and assuring them that making the entire rainbow the same color was extremely creative and beautiful. Or trying to guess what animal they drew.”

Adrien laughed and patted her arm to get her to stop. “Wait, wait. Batman crouching next to a toddler and explaining for the eighth time in the last three minutes that Pete the Cat is in fact a cat, not a dog before patting them on the head and walking away to scream into a nap mat.”

Marinette Laughed hard enough she almost missed the door handle. She jumped when Adrien suddenly grabbed her arm. She turned to him wide eyed but she immediately relaxed. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. “No, no, no. A PA to some… NO, to M. Wayne! Batman as M. Wayne’s PA. Oh my God, can you imagine?”

Marinette giggled and shook her head at him, pushing through the door. Well, that would certainly explain why the bats seemed so close to the Waynes. She spotted Duke and waved. He jumped up and waved them over. “Hey, Duke. I hope you don’t mind that I brought Adrien.”

“Not at all,” Duke gave them both a hug. He looked toward the bathroom with a smile. “Good to see you again, man. I hope you don’t mind that Cass and I both brought someones too.” Cass and Stephanie were walking toward them with a red headed woman in a wheelchair. Duke leaned toward them and lowered his voice so the women approaching couldn’t hear him. “Brought is a really liberal term for what happened. I am so sorry. I knew we shouldn’t have mentioned meeting with you in front of Stephanie.”

“Hey Cass,” Marinette called out. She and Adrien waved at her. “Good to see you again, Stephanie.”

Cass waved back and nodded with a wide smile. “Marinette!” Stephanie chirped. “I’d say what a coincidence we ran into you guys here…”

“But that would be a lie,” Barbara finished for her. “Hi,” she held out her hand for them, “I’m Barbara.”

Marinette smiled and stepped forward to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Well yeah we crashed,” Stephanie rolled her eyes and dropped into a seat across from Marinette. She sent a playful glare toward Duke. “You guys have been keeping her all to yourselves all week. It’s our turn to hang out with her again. Not to mention I wanted to catch up with the woman who fed the Riddler’s own balls to him for everyone to see.”

“And we wanted to see how you’re doing after it,” Barbara added with a chastising look to Stephanie. She turned to side eye Duke. “We tried to check with the boys but they were less than helpful.”

Marinette shrugged and leaned back slightly, not enough for anyone else in the café to notice but everyone else at the table picked up on it. “I’m fine. It wasn’t bad. More embarrassed he caught me in the first place.”

Stephanie waved her off. “Please,” she scoffed. “He had to knock out like an entire block just to get you. That’s better than some of the bats.”

“Well, you look like you’re healing well,” Barbara nodded with a supportive smile.

Marinette smiled as naturally as she could and tried to control how much she was shifting in her seat. She really, really hated talking about the whole thing with not only people who didn’t know she had been a superhero, but with the Waynes after that dinner, so that was two strikes against discussing this right now.

She’d been able to joke about it and moan about how contrived the whole setup with Alya and Nino. They’d laughed all night about the audacity. Not only had he thought he could stump her with a question about Chat Noir, he thought he would win against her in a game that relied on luck or rather bad luck not striking. It was almost enough to make her forget the way the dinner had ended. It was exactly what she had needed. But she couldn’t do that here.

“Yeah,” she chuckled anxiously. “My cheek seems to be doing well. I’m hoping I can cover it with makeup by next week.”

“How’s your shoulder?” Duke asked motioning toward the shoulder she’d rammed into the doorframe when she was running away.

Marinette blinked at him a few times before she quirked her head to the side, her face scrunching in confusion. “How did you know about that?”

She could see the rest of the table tense up, Adrien included but for the same reason as her, confusion on how he’d known. She had no idea why the rest were tensing up. Duke chuckled awkwardly, sending looks over to the women at the table. “He’s covering for me,” Barbara finally spoke up.

“Why is… what is he covering up for?” Marinette asked cautiously.

“My father is the police commissioner,” she said quietly. “I may have snuck a look at the police report… slightly illegally… and read about your injuries.”

Marinette shook her head. “But, I didn’t tell them about that.”

“No,” Barbara acknowledged, “but Signal did.”

Marinette nodded, trying to process that information. “Huh,” was all she managed to eke out. Her mind raced trying to figure out what to say next. She was saved from trying to figure out how to move the conversation along by the waiter. The topic seemed to fade away naturally as everyone put in their order.

As soon as the waiter left, Duke clapped his hands with a bright smile. “So, Steph, you said again. I take it you guys have met before?”

“At the gala,” Adrien nodded. “Only briefly though. We,” he motioned between him and Stephanie, “spoke for a little bit, but Marinette only spoke with her for a few seconds.”

Stephanie grimaced at the reminder. “Yeah… not exactly the ideal meeting.”

Marinette waved her off. “Not your fault. Don’t worry about it.” She sent her a sincere smile.

“No,” Stephanie agreed. “It’s Bruce’s.”

Cass pulled out a credit card with a wicked grin. “On Bruce.”

Barbara nodded. “Exactly. Therefore, this lunch is on Bruce. Maybe we should go shopping after this too?” She raised an eyebrow at Marinette.

Marinette giggled and shook her head. “No, thank you. That’s okay. I’m good.”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up. She leaned closer to Marinette like she was sharing a secret. “Speaking of the gala, how did you get tickets to the gala anyway? We never figured it out.” Barbara groaned lightly and smacked her on the shoulder. They had just changed the subject. Marinette probably did not want to talk about the gala, where they raved about their family and the newest member, which was not her and did not did not include her.

Instead of freezing up or withdrawing, like Barbara worried she would, Marinette started laughing. Her eyes were sparkling with mirth. She leaned closer to them over the table and lowered her voice. “I pimped out my friend,” she confided with a smirk.

The rest of the table froze until Adrien groaned and Stephanie and Duke started laughing loud enough to draw disapproving looks from neighboring tables. Cass raised an eyebrow, but her lips were quirked up in amusement. “Say that again,” Barbara prompted.

Marinette shrugged and took a sip of her drink. “I don’t know if it counts as pimping if he did it willingly. He was willing to do it for Max.”

“Oh my God, Marinette.” Adrien ran his hand over his face in exasperation.

“What exactly was he willing to do?” Barbara’s voice was now less amused and more wary.

“That was the worst possible way to say it,” Adrien groaned.

“You know, maybe I don’t want to know the answer to that…” Barbara hedged. She leaned away from Marinette cautiously.

Marinette laughed at Adrien’s frustration and bumped his shoulder with hers. “I offered up a date with Luka Coffaine to Audrey Bourgeois’ PA in exchange for the tickets she turned down,” she explained.

There was absolute silence for a few seconds until Stephanie broke the silence. “You know Luka Coffaine?” she yelled.

Everyone in the café turned slowly to look at them. Marinette’s eyes widened and looked around at them. She gave them an awkward smile and a wave before turning back to the table. Before she could chastise Stephanie, Cass was already on top of it. She pointed sternly around the restaurant and back at Stephanie. Stephanie nodded guiltily. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” She turned back to Marinette excitedly. “I just…” she lowered her voice and leaned closer to Marinette. “You know Luka Coffaine?”

Marinette rolled her eyes at her excitement. It was always so bizarre to see people’s reaction to Luka. It was Luka. Just Luka. Calm, reserved, laidback Luka. The hysteria around his name just never seemed to fit. “Yeah, I mean, we dated for a while so… yeah.”

“You dated Luka Coffaine!” Stephanie yelled again, receiving glares from everyone at the table. Marinette shrunk down in her chair and gave a strained, apologetic smile to the rest of the café. Cass slapped Stephanie’s shoulder and shook her head. Stephanie waved her off and focused back on Marinette. “Yeah, yeah. Discretion. Whatever. She dated Luka freaking Coffaine,” Stephanie insisted, motioning to Marinette.

“You dated Tim Drake,” Duke pointed out.

Stephanie snorted. “That’s just Tim. He’s just a big dork. She dated…”

“Yeah we got it,” Barbara cut her off.

“Really, so is Luka,” Adrien shrugged. “Probably more so, just about music.” Marinette cocked her head to the side in thought for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. He really was.

“Holy shit. Did he introduce you to his dad?” Stephanie was bouncing in her seat at the idea and the potential for an inside scoop on Jagged Stone.

“No,” Marinette answered. She smiled internally at the way all their faces, except for Adrien’s fell, just a bit, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to hide their disappointment. “I already knew him.”

“You know Jagged Stone?” Stephanie yelled. Marinette cringed as she sent the other patrons another apologetic smile.

Duke leaned over closer to her so he could whisper in her ear, though his voice intentionally carried across the table. “Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this anymore.”

“No!” Stephanie screeched, before catching what she did and settling down, a mask of composure settling on her face. “I’m fine now. I just needed to get that out. I’m calm.” She stared at them for a few seconds before almost lunging across the table. Adrien deftly moved his and Marinette’s drinks before she knocked them over in her zeal. “Please tell me more.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she started laughing. “You realize you’re basically a daughter to the richest man in the world. If you wanted to meet Jagged Stone, you could.”

Cass shook her head. “Different.”

Barbara nodded. “She’s right it is different. You dated his son. That’s a different type of knowing someone.”

“So you met Luka through Jagged?” Stephanie pressed.

Marinette suddenly looked uncomfortable. She was not really excited to talk about their family dynamic and secrets. It was a little too close to her own and she really, really wanted to move past that, not dwell on it more. “No… I met Luka through my friend Juleka, his sister. We went to school together for ages. They’re both some of my best friends.”

“And she introduced you to Jagged?” Duke asked curiously. He could tell something was off about this based on the way Marinette responded, but he wasn’t sure what.

“No… um…” she stuttered. “I met Jagged through a school project. Designed some sunglasses for him and we’ve been close ever since.” Adrien grabbed her hand and squeezed it under the table

Stephanie looked between the two of them and plastered on a bright smile. “So what I’m hearing is you can hook us up with some tickets next time he comes into town.”

Marinette laughed lightly. “Either one of us could, yes.”

“Or for Clara Nightengale,” Adrien added in. “She loves Marinette, too. She wanted her in one of her videos.”

“She wanted you in it too,” Marinette reminded him.

“No,” he corrected her, “Gabriel got me into it. She just had to deal with it. She didn’t choose me. She chose you. She worked to get you in the video.”

Marinette opened her mouth to refute that but snapped it shut quickly as the words resonated in her head. She meant more because Clara chose her. He was thrust on Clara. But it didn’t mean he was unwanted. She looked down at her food and took a bite, trying to cover her sudden inability to breathe. Trying to give herself time to process. She needed to pack that away for later when she could properly unpack that statement, deconstruct it, and then finally reconstruct it in some skewed, perverted version of the original situation.

Adrien immediately froze seeing her reaction. He opened his mouth to say something but Marinette squeezed his hand under the table before he could, a silent message they could talk about it later, when they were alone, or at least not with an audience comprised of Waynes.

“So how did you meet Mons…” she stuttered. It felt strange to call him M. Wayne when everyone else at the table was calling him Bruce. Should she call him Bruce too? Like they did. Like Dick did? Or B, like Jason did? “…M. Wayne?” she finally settled on.

Duke grimaced. They had a cover story, but was he really going to give Bruce’s daughter the cover story? The truth involved Batman. But Bruce hadn’t told her about that part of their lives yet, and even if he had told her, he certainly hadn’t told Adrien. “It’s a long story…”

Marinette smiled encouragingly at him. “We have time.” She saw him falter and felt her own smile falter. She took note of the way the women had frozen up as well. God, what was she doing? M. Wayne had said how they met. Why was she bringing that up now? What was she thinking? Even if he was okay discussing that trauma, he probably didn’t want to open up about it with a stranger.

“You don’t have to tell me,” she assured him. “It’s… it’s fine.” She looked around desperately for something else to talk about, a change of topic to make the conversation not so awkward. “You graduate from school next year, right?” Duke blinked a few times before he let out a breath and nodded. She let out a breath as well when the rest of the table seemed to relax at her question. “Do you have plans for after you graduate? Are you going to take a gap year or go to university or get a job?”

“I haven’t really decided yet. Go to Gotham University, I guess,” he shrugged.

Marinette smiled disarmingly at him. “You don’t have to decide now. You have time.”

The waiter interrupted Marinette’s response with their food. They gave their thanks and started eating. “So what have you missed the most while you’ve been here?” Barbara asked.

“My parents’ cooking definitely,” Marinette grinned as she looked at her food. It didn’t look bad, but compared to her parents’ cooking… well not much compared. “And the atmosphere. Gotham is…” she looked around them as she thought of an unoffensive way to end that sentence.

“Dreary as Hell,” Stephanie finished for her. “Yeah, we know.”

“I swear you guys have more gargoyles than we do though, which is just strange to me,” Adrien added. “We were supposed to have the market cornered on gothic architecture.”

“Oh, you still do. We just took the most depressing, dismal, gloomy, nightmare inducing parts and ran with it,” Duke grinned. “But I would like to see Paris sometime. Go see the Eiffel Tower… and jump off it.”

Barbara, Stephanie, and Cass all groaned at him. Barbara gave him a stern look and pointed a warning finger in his face. “Not during the day.”

Duke laughed at her. “Well I’m not going to do it at night.”

“Do it at sunrise,” Marinette advised. “Less gendarmerie around then and if you angle it correctly, you get the most gorgeous view of the sunrise.”

“Bring sunglasses if you jump that way though. I didn’t and I saw spots for hours. Oh, and stretch first too,” Adrien added. “You’re going to have to parkour for quite a while to try to ditch the GN.”

The rest of the table stared at them, jaws dropped in shock. There was absolute silence at the table except for the sounds of Marinette sipping her drink and Adrien chewing his food. “You’ve…” Duke started almost too in awe to be able to finish the sentence. “You’ve jumped off the Eiffel Tower?”

Marinette nodded and motioned between the two of them. “Both of us have. Both during an akuma attack and not. Not was much preferable to during.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Stephanie asked slowly. She was like 90% positive it was but during akuma attacks, who knew what was legal anymore and Hell, maybe they had days where they gave exceptions. Stranger things have happened.

Marinette speared a bit of food and pointed it at her. “Only if you get caught.” She popped the food in her mouth with a triumphant grin.

Barbara blinked at her a few times and shook her head because dear God, there was another one. She was going to fit right in. No wonder she and Duke got along so well. Both creative, smart, kind, thrill seeking, dumbasses. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how that works,” she deadpanned.

Adrien shrugged and took a sip of his drink. “I don’t know. We didn’t get arrested, so I’m pretty sure it is.”

Duke and Stephanie started laughing hysterically. They looked over at Cass with raised eyebrows when they settled down. Cass stared intently at Marinette and Adrien for a few seconds, staring into them like she was reading their souls. Marinette and Adrien looked at each other with identical unsure looks and subconsciously leaned back at the same time, shuffling in their seats. Cass stared at them for just a few more seconds before she nodded.

“Holy shit,” Duke muttered in awe. “You were telling the truth.”

Marinette looked back over at Adrien for an explanation he clearly didn’t have, judging by the blank look on his face before looking back at Duke. “Uh… yeah?”

“What just happened?” Adrien asked tentatively.

“Sorry about that,” Barbara sent them a disarming smile. “Cass is kind of like a human lie detector. She is exceptionally good at telling if someone is lying. She just confirmed that you two were not.”

Marinette blinked at Barbara a few times before turning to Cass and blinking at her. “Huh… good to know,” she nodded slowly. Her eyes stayed on Cass but it was clear her mind was running a mile a minute behind them. After a few seconds she spoke up again. “Can you tell the lies people tell themselves too?”

Cass quirked her head to the side and studied Marinette for a moment and shook her head. “Have to know.”

Marinette nodded and silently took a bite of her food. “Well, that has to come in handy,” Adrien chirped. “Remind me to take you with me when I meet people.”

Marinette could feel eyes boring into her. She looked back over at Cass and raised a curious eyebrow at her. “Hero,” she finally said.

Marinette coughed for a second and looked back at her with her most convincing blank look. “I’m sorry. What?”

Cass nodded toward Marinette. “Eiffel Tower.”

Marinette chuckled disarmingly and shook her head. “You think I’m a lot more honorable than I am. You think it’s more likely that I was a hero than that I knowingly, intentionally, purposefully violated the law for fun.” She leaned closer to Cass with a smirk. “But I can assure you, I regularly did.”

The others at the table looked to Cass. She quirked her head to the side and gave a small smile before nodding. “Truth.” Cass pointed to herself. “Next time.”

Marinette grinned and nodded excitedly. “Absolutely.”

Duke cleared his throat. “And Duke,” Cass added.

Marinette chuckled. “Of course. We can make a New Kids Club event out of it.”

“And me!” Stephanie chirped.

Barbara sighed and turned to Adrien. “Dick said you had a job interview yesterday. How did it go?”

Marinette beamed at Adrien as he responded. Adrien’s face lit up. “It went well I think. I think I’d really enjoy working there! I met the department chair and other professors. It looks like a really supportive department and University, very research oriented.”

“Where is it?” Duke asked between bites.

“Metropolis,” Adrien answered, his fondness he’d already developed for the city bleeding into his tone.

“Oooh, Conner lives there. If you’re still deciding if you want to live there or if you need a tour guide, or recommendations on where to eat, he’d be more than happy to help,” Stephanie offered.

Marinette’s smile turned into a pointed smirk and Adrien groaned quietly. “Conner, did you say?”

Stephanie looked between them, her brow furrowing in confusion. “Yeah?”

“That wouldn’t happen to be Tim’s single friend would it?” Her eyes never left Adrien as she asked, her smirk somehow getting even sharper.

Adrien groaned even louder when he looked over and saw Cass’ smile matched Marinette’s and Duke and Stephanie both had devious, familiar looking glints in their eyes. This was clearly payback for all his attempts to set Marinette and Chloe up with different people. “Why yes, yes it is. How about that,” Duke grinned.

Cass pulled out her phone and moved her finger around the screen for a second then finally looked up with an innocent looking smile. Adrien groaned and dropped his head into his hands. “I’m not even in this family. Why am I being punished?”

Barbara laughed and popped a bit of food in her mouth. “That’s funny. You think just because there’s no paperwork, you haven’t been adopted already. I made that mistake at first too.”

Chapter 19

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boldlyvoid · 2 years ago

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Can we pretty please get some more of the Stranger Things Polycule series? I’m a sucker for the entire idea, plus the way you write Eddie and Robin, soooo good! 🥺

yes after christmas i plan to post more!! here's a little clip from the next part with nancy!

“There’s no way,” Nancy gasped, wishing she could see Robin's face over the phone as she explained what happened the night prior.

“I’m not kidding, we had sex and she wants to do it again sometime,” Robin explains further. “God, I can’t wait to rub it in Eddie’s face that I got to fuck her first.”

“I’m going to have to make a move then, too,” Nancy feels a twinge of jealousy spread throughout her body, for which girl she’s not sure, she just knows it’s there.

“Not satisfied with Steve??” Robin teases her.

She sighs, “you have no idea how boring it is when you’re also a dom, Steve wants to be in control but so do I and then we just end up hate fucking, it’s annoying...”

“Sex with men, in general, is probably annoying,” Robin sympathizes. “I’m just glad I never had to pretend at all, I think I would’ve died if I had to fuck a man, even once.”

“Some are good, like Eddie...” Nancy lets it slip.

“Excuse me?” She can hear Nancy sit right up, almost screaming down the line. “Since when?”

“Last week after movie night, I stayed back to help him clean up after Steve took you two home and one thing led to another and suddenly I had him cuffed to the bed and used him like a dildo...”

“Holy shit,” Robin can’t believe it. “I never would’ve seen that coming.”

“He called me mommy,” she can’t help but smirk, “it was really good.”

“This isn’t helping my fear that he’ll take Y/N from me,” Robin sighs. “You can’t take her either? Promise me you won’t fall in love with her or something?”

“I won’t,” Nancy promises. “Did you tell her you like her? Does she know you want to be with her?”

“Yeah,” she sighs and tosses her head back against the pillow. “She said she thinks she likes girls too… we kissed a few times and it was nice but I think I should give her some time to think about it before I bombard her with questions about dating me.”

“True,” Nancy agrees. “Can I hook up with her? Maybe then she’ll know for sure she’s into girls and if she likes you and how gentile you are?”

“She’s not my girlfriend, do what you want.”

Thats all Nancy needed.

The next morning at work she decides to write their little friend a note. “Meet me in the Library - Nancy” she added a few hearts and stuck them to Y/N files for the day, knowing she would rush through them to come and see her next door.

she’s in the basement of the Library working on the archives and doing research most days, always completely alone, unless Y/N came down to have lunch with her. She was used to no one bothering her there, and it was basically soundproof with all the books absorbing any noise made down there… it was a perfect spot for her to come onto them and an even better spot if something came of it.

#polycule #stranger things fic #ask

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fandom-imagination-ss · 3 years ago

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Imagine: Both Steve and Eddie have massive Crushes on you

Imagine: Both Steve Harrison and Eddie Munson having massive crushes on you "THIS IS HELLFIRE CLUB NOT SOME -" Eddie stopped his booming screech at Dustin and Mike when you walked by the Lunch table. you were completely opposite of What Eddie thought he would fall madly in love for. he thought he would fall for a Rocker Chick with colored hair, all teased up. a woman who wears Black leather and heavy boots with bold makeup that would make every head turn and be a badass bitch. you were a badass bitch. a badass bitch who wears Flowers dresses most days and had your hair in other a messy Bun or braids.. the sweetest girl in Hawkin high. ou was a complete Opposite of what Eddie thought he would Like. minimal make-up. the One thing he loved was how much you loved Fantasy books. you were walking by Reading "the Hobbit" while you walked passed the crowds as he reached up to grab your shoulders and stop you from walking, you were almost run over by three basketball ballers who weren't paying attention. you yelped softly stunned to be grabbed as you turned seeing it was Eddi you instantly smiled. the strange friendship started last summer. when you were babysitting a kid in the trailer park and you ended up chatting with him from time to time and it turned into a strange friendship. "Watch where your going Y/N you almost became a Pancake." turning to see the busy crowd at lunch you knew walking and Reading were bad but the book was getting so good. "Thanks, Eddie. oh, it's your last game tonight isn’t it for D&D?" Eddie was taken back you remembered he mentioned it over a week ago. and wasn’t convinced you were paying attention. your smile was drilling into his skull as he nodded his head "yea. Yea it is.. do you want to come. watch?" the smile disappeared as he thought he somehow offended you as you spoke, "Sorry But Robin and Steve asked me to join them at the Game tonight. it's the finale it's a big deal." "you don’t even like Basketball." you laughed nodding your head, 'I know but it's- they want me to join Sorry. Next game I'm all for it." He nodded his head smiling, "I’ll hold you to that." "Good. well, I should g0." "you want to sit down?" you smiled as you spoke, 'Honestly, Oakinshield is starting to act crazy and I have to find out what happens.." he chuckled agreeing. Normally he would be slightly offended but your eyes sparkled talking about "Thorin Oakinshield" that he couldn't help but feel his heart swell up. 'you left going to sit with Robin who was also reading as she spoke, 'what did Munson want?' "oh, he saved me from running into some basketball players. " Later that day you were at home changing into Overalls to get comfy for the long game. you weren’t completely thrilled about going. especially since your former bully who graduated last year was coming in and singing the national anthem. she went straight to Nashville after graduating. she was a big shot around here. but too you she was your worst nightmare. Steve was in your room leaning against your dresser holding your dresser you were in your bathroom getting changed. Never did Steve Or you think that you would become friends. When Steve was in school he paid way too much attention to looking at the girls who were far too pretty and amazing. He only knew of your existence when He started Dating Nancy and even then it was just a 'Sup?" it didn't get to be anything more than that till your best friend in the entire world Robin got a job at "Ahoy ice creams" where you would go every day to get some water, small ice cream, and bug Robin. Becoming friends with Steve came as easy as breathing. Once the mall burned down they joined you at the movie store and you are always together now. "Relax she won’t even notice you. she'll be far too busy with her groupies!" sticking your head out of the bathroom to look at Steve he was always uncomfortable in your room. which always made you crack a joke that the King of Hawkin was nervous about a bedroom. but today you were too stressed to make the cheesy joke, "she’s a devil." 'whos voice sounds like a banshee dying." "what?" "you look cute." 'shut up." he chuckled as you both walked out. getting to the Game was boring but Steve made up commentary that made it fun as you spent most of the game laughing at Steve's lame jokes. when the game ended you and Steve waited for Robin who was in Band. as you were outside as the hellfire group ended for the night they were all celebrating as you smiled Seeing Eddie having fun. you barely see the carefree Eddie. "Hey." you turned to Steve as he stepped forward as he spoke, 'Nights still young you want to watch a movie?" "That sounds great!" Robin answered walking up over to you too as she wrapped her arm around your neck as gave you a side hug. "what movie?" Steve rubbed his face, "Whatever you girls want." "Oh, you’re going to regret that Steve," you stated as Robin laughed as you all piled into his car. the next few days were madding. A cheerleader died, A Manhunt for Eddie was happening and the Kid Steve loves. Dustin was telling you all that he was innocent and the upside-down was involved. you knew about the Upside down. you were involved in the mall attack- well Not so much involved as Steve locked you out of the Mall. entrance and as you were going to sneak in thru another door. a Massive Ass Monster walked passed and you lost the ability to walk in. so you got into Steve’s car and when they came running out you drove them away. But hearing about this time. you refused to believe it. But you also refused to believe Eddie would actually do this. when you were reunited Eddie walked over pulling you into a tight hug you hugged him back as he cried, 'I didn’t do it. you have to believe me." "I do- it's okay Eddie. we'll fix this." he sighed heavily pulling away for a second before he pulled you in another tight hug. Steve watched all this with a bit of annoyance. you were His girl.- Not officially Yet he was working up the courage to ask you out. and you never mentioned Eddie. not in any romantic way. you would comment about how Dustin thought he was so cool and you would agree. which always threw him a curve. you and Eddie friends? he didn't believe it till Robin confirmed they were. the days went on as Steve leaped into the water to check for a Gate you. were relieved to see him come up for air till he was dragged down and you jumped in instantly to save Steve. after fighting monsters, you are walking with Robin and Nancy looking around. it was so strange here. seeing your house was completely destroyed was creepy. Steve was walking with Eddie as he rubbed his head. he kept his eyes on you, he was stunned that you would jump in instantly after Steve he had No idea you were so close with Harrison. "So are you dating Y/N?" "No. Are you?" Steve asked as Eddie turned to him as he spoke, "No.. not yet." "Same." the boys stopped moving to look at each other stunned. 'I only came down here to Help and Save Y/N." Steve chuckled softly, "should be pretty clear who she's picking then.. she did jump in after me." Eddie's face went blank until you walked over grabbing Eddie's arm, "Eddie." they both turned looking at you as you spoke, "can I borrow your jacket I’m freezing. unless your cold." "Absolutely!" he pulled it off as you smiled thanking him as he reached over wrapping it over you as you felt the warmth instantly as you spoke, 'thanks I’ll give it back once I’m warm." "keep it. it looks better on you." you laughed saying thanks as you looked at them both 'what are you talking about?" "Nothing," Steve said as you nodded your head walking off. "I'm not giving her up without a fight." "Same." "well unless we can prove your innocent wont be much of a contest." Steve stated as he walked forward as wrapped his arm around you. "you still cold?' he asked as you nodded your head Nancy rolled her eyes.. she noticed that both guys were into you. the moment she got involved in this. Even Robin mentioned it to her. saying they ended up making bets on who you liked between the guys.

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #strangers things #strangers things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #imagine #fandom imagine

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anonsally · 3 years ago

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Days 2-3 of Portland vacation

In which we eat yummy things and hike and see exciting birds!

On Day 2, Friend needed a day to recover her spoons, so Wife and I took the bus to Mt Tabor, a smallish park not too far from where we’re staying, and did a short but pleasant walk, with some steep inclines. We enjoyed the smells of the trees--I especially love the scent of Douglas fir, but we also got to smell some elderflowers. When we were ready to head home for lunch, we checked the transit app and saw that we had about 15 minutes before the next bus, so Wife sat and faffed around on her phone while I spent a few minutes birdwatching. I got a good look at a Northern Flicker, and also saw a smallish brown bird that may have been a fledgling calling for food, but I didn’t see the parent and couldn’t identify it. (I wasn’t close enough for Merlin’s sound app to identify it either.)

We took the bus home and ate. Wife wanted to go swimming in the afternoon [though in the end that didn’t work out], so I took the bus into town to visit Powell’s City of Books. I enjoyed browsing around but in the end only bought one book: a pretty Word Cloud Classics edition of Persuasion. I don’t entirely agree with the selection of quotes they included in the embossed cover design (how did they leave out “You pierce my soul” and “I am half agony, half hope”?!), but I still couldn’t resist it.

Then Wife and I met for dinner at a Latin American fusion restaurant/bar called Mestizo and drank cocktails with a delicious meal, including fried banana-flower tacos in tortillas made from 3 different colors of corn (white, yellow, and blue).

In the evening, we watched Fire Island. That was enjoyable, and I thought they did a really good job of adapting the story of P&P to the new setting.

Today, Friend picked us up around 11:20 or so and we went to buy doughnuts--first, to Mikiko for gluten-free mochi doughnuts, and then we tried to go to Coco but they had sold out of the raised doughnuts (and I don’t like cake doughnuts), so we went to Doe Doughnuts instead. I ate a sort of doughnut sandwich--a traditional (though actually vegan) “raised” doughnut sliced in half, with whipped cream and sliced peaches inside. It was exquisite. Though I’ve just realised that I have no idea what the whipped “cream” was made out of, since that was a vegan doughnut shop!

Then we drove out of the city to the Columbia river gorge, where we took a 2.5-hour, 6-mile hike on the Historic Highway Trail in eastern Hood River County. It’s a paved path, so we saw some cyclists, but it wasn’t too busy. It was a spectacularly beautiful day. We ate our lunch before starting, and then hiked along the trail above the river. There were beautiful views, both on the drive there and once we were hiking, plus nice trees (including more Douglas firs), interesting rock formations, and some excellent birds! The first bird I spotted was a black-headed grosbeak, which is new to my life list. There were lots of robins and juncos, but we also saw 2 ospreys circling. And I heard a bird that Merlin sound app identified as an orange-crowned warbler. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to locate it visually, but the song was a long trill, descending at the end. @lies, should I report it? And finally, near the end of the hike I spotted a raptor at the top of a tree above a nest. I looked in the binoculars and discovered it was a bald eagle! and another one was soaring around the nest too, and then we saw another just as we were getting back to the parking lot. That was exciting (new to my eBird life list and possibly my life list at all), and even Wife (with her lack of patience for birdwatching) was thrilled to have seen them. I’m not sure if I should report the nest as it’s not 100% clear if it was in use. The other thing is, this was not primarily a birdwatching walk. Should I report the list as “Incidental”?

We rested for a little while at the shady picnic table where we’d parked and ate another doughnut (mine was a salted vanilla glazed raised doughnut. It was tasty, but I don’t understand the current vogue for salting one’s sweet treats.). refilled our bottles, and then drove back home by way of the grocery store.

From the freeway, I spotted a raptor sitting in a nest at the top of a tree, but of course I couldn’t identify it as we drove past. I also couldn’t tell if it was a parent incubating eggs or a nestling waiting to be fed.

#personal #travel #birdwatching #food

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years ago

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in which harry doesn’t like halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door.

a/n: HAPPY HARRYWEEN EVERYONE! personally don’t like halloween myself, but I hope everyone has a spooky and fun day (indoors, ofc)! here’s my first halloween piece that was meant to be a blurb, but turned out a little longer than expected, enjoy!

thank you to ira @stylesloveclub & cait @sweetcreatureinthedark for reading this over! <3

enjoy 5k words of teacher/dad!harry being cute

warnings: brief mention of death, mostly fluff

LETS TALK ABOUT PEBBLES & THE SCARECROW IN MY INBOX! pls let me know your thoughts!

pls rb to share! <3

Harry wasn’t fond of Halloween, if he’s being honest.

The thought of people putting on scary masks, scaring little kids out of their driveway is something that was so unsettling to him. The scary movies that always release around the month of October that promoted their commercials, causing him to startle on the couch because of the jump scare was not something he looked forward to every year. Especially when those said movies would have their ad on the radio, which makes it even scarier because he could only listen. He would usually have his Bluetooth on with his own music playing, but when it’s only a five minute drive, he doesn’t bother with the Bluetooth. Either way, he doesn’t like it.

Halloween is not fun, he would say every year.

However, the upside to the month of October was something he looked forward to because that’s when the weather really changed. September would be sunny and hot still, but then comes around October and the sun would peek behind the clouds as the weather got colder. The leaves would fall from their branches and onto the ground, loving the sound of the crunchy leaves beneath his feet, especially building a pile and jumping into them. Not alone, of course, but with his baby girl who loved to just squeal and laugh at her dad whenever he would jump into the pile of orange leaves that he collected on their front lawn.

Wynn, his daughter, also loved the change of fall weather just as much as he did. Harry would hype it up so much because October was the start of holiday season, and he loved being in a festive mood. So, naturally, Wynn picked up on his behavior and was just like her dad; jumping up and down when he would get excited.

Another thing that he liked about Halloween was that he got to pass out candy to the fellow trick or treaters to all the students in the school during their Halloween bash, and to the kids in his friendly neighborhood. Every year, he would buy plenty of candy for the students—sometimes buying too much because he didn’t want anyone to be left out when they would walk up to him. But if he did have extra, he would save them for later that night for the kids in the neighborhood.

He loved seeing the students’ reactions when he would tell them that they had a cool costume. He especially loved it when the kids would compliment his own costume. Some teachers didn’t really like to dress up on Halloween as they only wore a headband of some sorts or a festive t-shirt, but Harry liked to go all out. He’s been teaching for six years, and every year, he made sure to join in on the fun. One of his favorite costumes was when he dressed up as Peter Pan and Wynn was Tinker Bell. They always coordinated costumes, and Harry hoped that once she gets older, she would never stop wanting to match with him, but he knows that’s inevitable; he’ll just hold onto these moments for now. That was one of his favorites because Wynn just loved her costume so much that she didn’t want to take it off, so seeing her so happy in her princess dress just made his heart burst.

But this year, he thinks he’s topped the previous years.

As he said goodbye to Wynn, dropping her off at her class, he greeted her first grade teacher.

“Oh! Don’t you both look absolutely adorable!” Mrs. Robin, an old lady who had been teaching for years and retiring this school year, said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Robin. Think this year is my favorite,” Harry said, looking down at Wynn as she nodded her small head at him. Harry was dressed as Fred Flinstone and Wynn was Pebbles. He thought she was the absolute cutest, and he even did her hair the same way in the morning, but instead of a bone, he replaced it with a white bow.

“You two always have the loveliest costumes!” Harry looked down at Wynn, raising his eyebrows at her to say thank you, and she looked at her teaching, thanking her.

“Anyways, I gotta go get my class from their line. I’ll see you later at the bash,” he told Mrs. Robin. He bent down, meeting Wynn’s eye level. “Be good, okay?” His daughter nodded. “I’ll see you later. Make sure you say hi to me,” he reminded her. “Love you, bunches.”

“Love you, tons,” the little girl replied, and he gave her forehead a kiss before she wrapped his arms around his shoulders, giving him a hug. They’ve always been inseparable, and Harry had separation anxiety whenever they part even if it’s just a little bit. And as much as he loves how much his daughter loves him, he hoped that she doesn’t suffer from it as well—although, he thinks it’s starting to begin. He couldn’t help it—he was an affectionate person and always loved to give her hugs and kisses, to which she would give them back.

Harry quickly walked to his classroom, putting his belongings and the bags of candy down before walking out to pick up his class. Harry taught the third grade, and they were a smart bunch. He loved how it was in between sweet and cuteness, but also watching them grow. He thinks fourth and fifth grade was when they started to become too sassy and dramatic, so he liked being in between.

“Hi, everyone! Happy Halloween!” He greeted, and his class cheered, some of his students telling him that he looked so cool, and Harry said thank you to them as he complimented them back. “Everyone follows me in a straight line. Don’t stop walking, don’t stray, don’t turn around, and please be sure to keep all hands and feet inside of the vehicle, got it?” They all nodded. “Alright, enjoy the ride, here we go!” He started walking as he smiled. He came up with that line when he was in his second year of teaching as he wanted his class to have fun while going into the classroom, so he acted like it was a rollercoaster, and the kids seemed to love it.

When they got inside the classroom, the kids took their seats at their desk. Harry told them that they had to do a quick lesson before the Halloween bash, earning a groan throughout the classroom.

“I know, I know. But it’ll be quick! And then we’ll all have fun after. Unless you all would prefer I teach the lesson after the bash and after lunch?” He asked, knowing what the answer would be. Usually on Halloween, they would have a lesson, the bash, lunch, and Harry would put on a movie as he passed out treats to fill in the rest of the day before the school day ended. Their heads shook as Harry chuckled. “I figured,” he said before he started the quick lesson on reading.

The lesson only lasted thirty minutes, just in time to head out to the bash. All the classrooms were filing out to the courts, which was the larger area of the school that could fit all eighteen classrooms. The classrooms form a single line all around the three basketball courts, and each class would walk around in a single file line with their bags in hand as the teachers would pass out candy. Music would play and some of the staff would dress into one of those big floaty costumes to jump around in and entertain the other classes who were patiently waiting. The parents were allowed to join as well if they had the time to see their kids in cute costumes; the more the merrier.

Harry’s class stood in their designated spot, having them line up, and he walked around to check if anyone got left behind, which no one did. The music started and classroom number one was instructed to do their lap, which were the kindergarten classes. Harry was classroom number eleven, so he got his big bowl of candy ready as the first class started to walk around. He saw some really fun costumes; one student was the sun and their friend was the moon, which he thought was so adorable. Once the class before the next was halfways, the next class was instructed to go.

It went by fairly smoothly, although he could tell that some students were bored, which was understandable. Harry waited for Wynn’s class, in which she was in classroom number six, the last one of the first grade class. He spotted her in her bright green polka dot shirt and tortoise pants—she looked so adorable. He got his phone out when her class was close enough, taking a video of her at the same time as passing out candy.

“Hi, Daddy!” She greeted, reaching up to hug him.

“Oh, you’re the cutest. Hi, bubba,” he said as he hugged her back. The embrace was so sweet that he didn’t want to let go, and he didn’t until Wynn said something.

“Uh, daddy, I gotta go now.” He snapped out of it, and saw that her class was onto the next two classes. He let go of her before kissing her cheek, saying see you later.

The rest of the Halloween day went by smoothly. It was quite cold out, so the teachers were allowed to have the students eat inside if they wanted to.

By the end of the day, he picked Wynn up from the front before he made sure his entire class was picked up safely.

“Did you have fun?” Harry asked Wynn once he saw her.

“Yeah! Look at all the candy!” She showed him her bag full of sweets.

“Wow! Alright, let’s get home and sort through the ones you want and don’t want. Gonna have to pick fifteen,” he told her and she pouted. He hated that pout, even though it was adorable, it was a dangerous pout that had Harry almost give in, but he had to be the strong parent. “Sorry, pretty. Thems the rules. Last year I gave you ten, so I bumped it up by five.”

“Alright…” she trailed off, and Harry chuckled.

Before they left, he quickly caught Mrs. Robin before she walked away. “Oh, by the way, Mrs. Robin. Do you mind taking a picture of us? Realized I forgot to take one this morning.”

“Of course, dear! Harry unlocked his phone and opened the camera up before handing it to her. She pointed the camera towards them as she snapped a few pictures of them. They were smiling brightly at the camera before Harry picked Lynn up, so they were the same height. “Here you are. Have a lovely Halloween, you two.” Mrs. Robin bid them goodbye as they both waved. Harry looked at the pictures, seeing that they were blurry and some of them had her finger in the lens. Harry brushed it off, chuckling to himself as he’ll figure out how you two will get a picture later.

They headed to the car and on their way home to continue the fun with by getting and passing out more candy.

The cold 5 p.m evening was relaxing and quiet as there weren’t many trick or treaters out just yet, only the little ones that needed to get their candy early in order to be back before bedtime.

And that’s what you were doing with your three year old. You asked Penelope if she wanted to go and get candy, and just the sound of candy coming out from mommy’s mouth was music to her tiny ears, so she nodded her head.

“Go now?” She asked, and you looked at the time as it was almost five in the evening.

“Yeah! We can’t stay long because it’s gonna be cold and I don’t want you to get sick,” you told her.

“No, I don’t want sick,” Penelope shook her head no.

“Yeah, me either. I’ll bring a jacket just in case, don’t worry,” you reassured her, and she smiled.

The jacket didn’t take long to put on. Once you felt the breeze rush through you, blowing away some of the leaves from the ground as Penelope was stomping on them, you immediately put her burnt orange teddy bear coat on over her scarecrow brown dress. You left the hood off since she was wearing a pointy black hat with a sunflower attached to it, which kept falling off everytime she jumped a little too much, might you add. So, you kept having to pick it up and put it back on her.

You two had visited five houses so far, all houses being so lovely to Penelope as they complimented how adorable she was. Now, you were walking towards the next house when you suggested you go across the street since some of the other houses had signs already prepared saying ‘no candy!’

Penelope usually went with the flow, so she agreed as you two walked across the street and decided to just complete the entire block before walking back home before it got too cold and too late.

“Go on, baby,” you encouraged her to knock on the black door. She ended up slapping the door with her open palm because she said knocking was hurting her hand. You waited at the bottom of the stairs for the owner of the house to open the door, and Penelope waited thirty seconds before she turned around with a pout on her face. “Don’t think they’re home yet. Lets go to the next one!” You said enthusiastically, hoping to lift her frown. She walked down the brick stairs as you reached out for her hand to hold.

As you made it down the walkway and onto the sidewalk, you heard the door open frantically, making you turn around from the sudden noise and from a man calling out for you.

“Wait, wait! I have candy!” The man ran down the walkway in a Fred Flinstone costume with a bucket of candy. You chuckled a bit because never did you imagine Fred himself was chasing after you. He was a very attractive man and he pulled the Flinstone costume quite well. “Sorry, I, uh, was just getting changed into my costume. I’m sorry it took so long. I didn’t realize people would be out trick or treating so early,” he said breathlessly from his rushed actions.

You giggled. “Well, this one has to before she makes it for bedtime,” you referred to the little one who was jumping on the leaves. Harry looked down as his eyes beamed.

“Well, look at you! Aren't you the cutest scarecrow!” Penelope looked up once she heard her costume. She smiled at the unknown man, but all she knew was that he had a bowl of candy that she would like to get her hands on. “I got lots of options here. You could choose one or two if you’d like.” Harry bent down to Penelope’s height, holding out the candy bowl to her. He had full fixed candy bars and candy packs, and you thought that must’ve been expensive.

Penelope picked the candies she knew, which were a Hershey’s Cookies n’ Creme bar and a Twix bar. You raised them up to you, beaming proudly as you lowered her candy basket for her to put it in.

“What do you say, baby?”

She turned to Harry again. “Tank you!”

“You’re welcome!” Harry responded. “Oh, uh, I’m Harry, by the way.” He shook your hand, introducing himself. He smiled, dimples popping out and you felt yourself blush.

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled.

“And who might this be?” He bent down again at Penelope.

“I’m Pennie!” Your daughter introduced herself, and you smiled proudly.

“It’s lovely to meet you both. You look amazing, Pennie! Although, your mummy doesn’t have a costume on,” he teased, looking at you as he smirked, making your heart flutter.

“Well, mommy stayed up all night putting together and sewing her costume together, so I didn’t have time to make one for myself,” you explained. You were quite proud of Pennie’s costume. It was a brown dress with long sleeves that had different fall colored squares, but it was all one piece, so Pennie didn’t have to wear something underneath besides her leggings.

“Wow, you made this? This looks amazing!” Harry complimented, and you humbly said thank your

“So, uh, since your Fred Flinstone, is the rest of your family dressed up too?” You asked curiously.

“Oh, no. Just my daughter,” he chuckled, “which by the way, you need to see her costume, one second.” Harry quickly walked into the house, calling out for his daughter. You and Pennie waited on the sidewalk. After a few seconds, Harry came out with his daughter holding his hand as you thought they were the cutest pair.

“You two are just adorable!” You squealed as you looked at them fondly.

“Hi, I’m Wynette, but I go by Wynn,” the six year old girl smiled as she introduced herself.

“Hi, Wynn. I’m Y/N, and this is…Pennie, please stand up.” You found your daughter laying in the pile of leaves. Harry and Wynn laughed fondly. “Sorry about that.” You got Pennie to stand up, brushing her dress off from the dirt and mud.

“It’s okay! Wynn and I love to jump and lay in the leaves all the time,” Harry said. “Oh! Actually, do you mind doing me a favor? I know we just met, but…”

“Yeah, of course!” You accepted.

“Do you mind getting a picture of us? We tried getting on earlier, but it was all blurry,” Harry chuckled, taking out his phone and opening up the camera.

“Yeah, I got you.” You grabbed his phone as Harry and Wynn both smiled and posed. You lowered down the brightness a tad bit, and took multiple pics of them from different angles, even kicking some of the leaves to their feet to add to the fall effect. After you took plenty, you handed his phone back. “Let me know if you’d like me to take more.”

“Wow, these are perfect!” Harry exclaimed as he looked at them. “Are you a photographer?”

“Oh, no. I just really liked taking pictures when I was younger, so I always knew how to take good pictures on an iPhone,” you chuckled, making Harry laugh. Harry proceeded to joke that you should definitely be a photographer but only using a phone, and you teased back saying that you’ll think about it.

Meanwhile as you two were talking, you two didn’t realize Pennie and Wynn playing in the leaves. Wynn was throwing a handful in the air as the leaves rained down onto the two of them. You smiled fondly at the two, and looked at Harry who was snapping some pictures.

After a few moments, you called Pennie. “Alright, c’mon, baby. Let’s finish all these houses,” you reached out for her hand, but she pouted, shaking her head no. “Pennie…”

“No, no! I don’t wanna leave!” Her eyes started tearing up as she frowned.

“Don’t you want to get more candy?” You asked softly. She didn’t respond, rather turn towards Wynn and look at her with a pout.

“Oh, uh, I think she wants Wynn to go with her,” Harry chimed in. “Think she got attached too easily within those ten minutes.” You let out a chuckle, knowing that he was right.

“I’m sorry. Uh, she probably won’t leave your front lawn, but you totally don’t have to come with us, but-”

“Nonsense! We’d love to go! Right, Wynn?” Wynn nodded her head happily as she continued playing with Pennie. “We usually trick or treat later in the evening, but we’d love to go with you now. I’ll just leave the candy out at the front.”

“But wouldn’t the kids just take them all?”

“Hey, that’s fine by me. As long as it’s going somewhere,” Harry shrugged. “Just give me one second to get the rest of the candy, and then we could go.” Harry walked back inside of the house. Wynn stayed with Pennie as you two watched them. You noticed Pennie wasn’t crying anymore, but she was giggling with tear stained cheeks as the older girl twirled her around.

Two minutes later, Harry walked out of his house and locked the door before putting the candy bowl down onto the steps with a sign that said ‘take one, please!’ but he knew that no one was going to follow the sign’s instruction. After that, he turned towards you, smiling. “Shall we go?” You nodded your head as Harry gave Wynn her candy basket.

The four of you walked on the leaf covered sidewalk; Wynn and Pennie were walking together in the front as you and Harry walked together behind them.

“So, what do you do for a living?” You started the conversation.

“I’m a third grade teacher. Have been for six years. What about you?”

“I run a small business, selling jewelry and clothing. That’s all I do right now, and it’s gotten pretty big, so it’s taken care of a lot,” you smiled humbly.

“Wow, that’s amazing. I could definitely see the talent through Pennie’s costume. I’d have to check it out sometime to support.” You smiled at that, giving him the name of your shop.

The two of you continue walking, waiting for your children as they got candy, and getting to know one another.

“Do you live around here?” He asked. “I mean, not in a creepy way,” he chuckled nervously.

You giggled. “Yeah, I live about a block away. We usually walk on the opposite side, but decided to come on this side.”

“Well, I’m glad you decided to come over here,” he said innocently, but it could be taken as flirtatious.

“Me too,” you smiled softly. He smiled back as he thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen that’s not related to him. You had soft eyes that looked at him with care, and a smile that he thought was the most gorgeous; you even had dimples on corners of mouth when you would smile, and he just thought that was the cutest thing.

Obviously, he didn’t know that you were thinking the same thing as him. You felt somewhat intimidated by the tall, attractive, and kind man beside you. And you think his daughter is the cutest. They don’t really look alike, but she probably got her mom’s looks. Speaking of her mother…

“So, the rest of your family didn’t want to come out with you two?” You asked curiously, still waiting for the answer if he was married or taken or not.

“No, it’s actually just Wynn and I…” you hummed, smiling to yourself. “You’re probably wondering where Wynn’s mum is, huh?” He teased, noticing your flusteredness.

“Oh, uh-” you stumbled.

“It’s okay. I’m wondering if you’re taken too,” he said honestly.

You chuckled nervously. “I’m not. Haven’t been since Penelope was born, actually.”

“Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“Only if you tell me what happened with Wynn’s mom,” you teased. “I mean, only if you want to.” Harry nodded, softly smiling.

“Pennie’s dad and I got married three years before she was born. Spare the details, but we got a divorce after she was born because I found out that he had another family…and he chose them over us,” you explained.

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. I’m over it, and it was for the better because I didn’t want Pennie hearing us fight all the time and me yelling and asking where he’s been,” you breathed out a laugh. It seemed like the memory was just yesterday, but it’s been three years.

“That must’ve been hard. Are you happier?”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely. That’s when I launched my business because I couldn’t stay at home and do nothing, so I started to design.”

“That’s amazing!” Harry smiled.

“So, that’s my spooky story for today,” you chuckled, “what’s yours?”

“Wel, uh…”

“Don’t feel obligated to tell me because I told you my story,” you reassured, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I know. But I want to tell you. Have a feeling we’re gonna be around each other a lot more often.” He pointed his eyes at the two girls walking in front of you. You smiled at the two holding hands. “But anyways, Wynn’s mother passed away when she was about two months old.”

You softly gasped. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“As well as her father too.” Your eyes widened as you suddenly stopped walking for a moment. You looked at him skeptically, studying him for a moment. Harry furrowed his brows once you touched his stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you a ghost?” You asked seriously. His words caught you off guard that you actually thought you were imagining Harry the whole time.

“What? No, I’m not,” he laughed. He totally understood why you thought that.

“Okay, good. Thought I was tripping. I mean it is Halloween. Anyways, you were saying?” You gave him your full attention as you two started walking again.

“Wynn’s actual parents passed during an accident. They were on their way back from a little date night. Her father, Alex, was my best friend, and I’m her godfather. So, after they passed, I was her guardian. But when they asked me to be her godfather, they told me the responsibilities and that if anything happened to them, to change Wynn’s last name to my own because they didn’t want her to live on with her life wondering who her real family was. So, I did as they told me. I changed it. And I’ve raised her her whole life, and she’s mine, y’know?” Harry told you, and you listened and nodded.

“Does Wynn know?”

“Yeah, she does. I told her last year because she wondered why she didn’t look like me, and I knew that I couldn’t just lie and hide it from her. She’s a smart girl, so I knew she would understand. She cried for a little bit—had an identity crisis and felt like she couldn’t call me dad anymore, but I told her that if she wanted to or not then I would be okay with it. Thankfully, she still does.” Harry looked at his feet as he walked, kicking the leaves around.

“You’re a great dad, Harry. I’ve known you for about thirty minutes, but I just know you are. Wynn is the sweetest, and you’re doing amazing. But thank you for telling me all that. Know I’m a bit of a stranger,” you slightly laughed.

“Just a tad bit, but I trust you—I feel it.” You smiled at him, nudging him as you walked, to which you earned one back.

You all walked back to Harry’s house, and by the time you got there, Pennie was reaching up towards you, telling you to pick her up. She must’ve been tired from all the walking and jumping with her new mate, so she was getting sleepy.

“I could drive you back, if you’d like?” Harry offered.

“No, it’s okay! Not that far of a walk. Thank you for joining us, though! Pennie and myself really appreciated it and we had fun,” you smiled.

“We did as well. We’ll see you around?” Harry said, and you nodded, waving goodbye.

Harry watched as you two walked away, and he really did have a great time. He felt refreshed and relieved after talking to you, and he doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a decent conversation with someone without turning it into more that same day.

Hopefully he will see you around.

November 1st was your favorite. You started feeling the festive mood as it was getting closer and closer to the holidays.

You and Pennie were out for a walk, and you offered to bring the stroller, but she shook her head, wanting to freely walk in the leaves. Taking the similar route as the night prior, you were hoping to see Harry. You were really infatuated with him, and you thought you two would be great friends, and maybe even more.

Suddenly, Pennie let go of your hand and started running towards the familiar house from last night. She tan quite fast for a toddler, and you would have to ask her if she wanted to join track when she was older.

“Penelope, get back here!” You chased after her, but it was too late when she slapped the door. You caught up to her and carried her. “Baby, please don’t run away from me like that again.” She said a soft ‘I’m sorry’ as you carried her off the walkway.

The door opened, revealing the familiar man. “Y/N? Pennie?”

“I’m sorry! We were going for a walk and she ran away from me and ran here,” you said breathlessly, walking towards the front door again.

Harry chuckled. “You wanna see Wynnie again, Pen?” Pennie’s eyes brightened at the sound of her friend’s name as she nodded. “Come on in!”

“A-Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly.

“Absolutely! We’re just cooking breakfast right now.”

You two walked in slowly as Harry followed behind. You out Pennie down as she stayed close to you. When Harry shut the door, Pennie tugged on his pant leg.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He bent down, giving his attention.

“Can I have another candy?” She asked shyly, and Harry smiled.

“Penelope…” you said.

“What? H-He gives the full size candy bars!” You and Harry laughed loudly.

“We have extra, but only if mummy lets you.” Pennie looked up at you with a pouty face, and of course, you gave in.

“Alright, alright. But you’re only eating it after dinner, and you only get three pieces,” you chuckled. The little girl started jumping up and down happily. Harry looked at the two of you and smiled fondly, loving the dynamic between you two.

Maybe he did like Halloween after all.

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"Okay so where were we?" she smiled turning and sitting back down with Fang.

"As Damian had asked are you in reality my biological child," Bruce took back control automatically.

"You can't be serious Brucie!" Jagged went and began to squish Mari's face. "This little ray of sunshine related to your broody majesty. I don't buy it."

"I am not broody Jared." Bruce defended.

"I'll believe that when Ladybug dates Chat Noir." he joked.

"So it is possible" Bruce responded with a straight face.

Now it was Mari's turn to laugh, "Not a chance. Ladybug and Chat Noir dating is as possible as Atlantis resurfacing." she finally stopped laughing. The Wayne's tensed as if they knew more than others about Atlantis. "I honestly don't know if I am your child. I have no objections to taking a paternity test if you want, but I already have parents who love and support me, but I am not opposed to adding to my family though." she again smiled like the sunshine she is.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng What the Hell!?!" Chloe screamed storming into the room.

"What did I do!"

"How are you trending and you never told me" she gave a mock gasp.

However it was not the same for Mari. "I'm what." She opened her phone and sure enough she was trending. "How did this happen?"

She went into the first article she could and backtracked, through the sources and timestamps. Then it all made sense. She was on the Ladyblog, an interview with Lila claiming she was friends with a Wayne. The media then believing her a lost Wayne which explains why she is sitting with the Waynes and them asking about her paternity.

"How did you not know. M."

"All my accounts are private and I've been busy. But this explains the reporters now huh."

"M you are ridiculous, utterly ridiculous" Chloe grumbled. She was now sitting on the armrest Mari was leaning against next to Jagged. "At least tell me you remembered to send the photos and interview." Mari sprung up, Fang having sensed the impending jump. "logged into my laptop" Chloe yelled throwing her key to Mari.

"Meet you at the hospital. 20 minutes. bye" she yelled as she ran down the hall taking the stairs faster.

Chloe and Penny got up followed by Jagged heading to the door.

"Whatcha wait'n for Brucie come on" Jagged called to the billionaire.

Slowly the Waynes stood and followed the others to the hospital, sharing looks and texts the entire time.

True to her word Marinette met with them 20 minutes later on the dot in the hospital.

Both Marinette and Bruce had a blood sample and a mouth swab taken. The doctor then came back an hour later with the results.

"Alright. By the genetic markers that were tested. I can say quite confidently that M. Wayne is the biological father of Mlle. Dupain-Cheng." The doctor handed them a folder. "I'II leave you to process."

Marinette didn't need long to process. In fact her only thought was, Well one more for the list. Everyone in the room was watching her. "Okay" she jumped down from the bench, crap. Forgot about that. Her smile never faltered but her eyes were closed a second too long.

In that second Chloe had taken her purse and was holding up a pair of athletic gloves. “Care to explain!” She held the gloves waving them towards Marinette.

"Um, Well, You see" Marinette started to mumble.

"Why don't you explain in the car" Penny came to her rescue.

"We'll get Pizza and have a Rock' n time" Jagged lightened the mood.

Everyone nodded, walking out Mari kept her hands in her pocket. She was putting on her second pair of gloves, Tikki in her hood, she needed to think and running always helped. Mari was only a few yards away when Chloe noticed, Mari spun to face her when she heard her.

"Red!" Chloe yelled. She noticed how two boys froze, Jason and Tim if she is correct.

"Goldie!" she responded, not missing a beat. She heard Chloe behind her.

"Cat." Penny stated.

"Bird." responded Jagged further confusing the Waynes as they neared the hotel.

Tim was the first who noticed the two girls in front of the hotel. Meaning he was on his phone mapping and timing the route.

"Pizza will be delivered in 10." Mari spoke as the other seven stepped out of the car.

The two girls went ahead of them, but instead of the elevator they took the stairs.

Half way through the second of three pizza did Tim finally speak. "How did you two get back so fast." Tim set down his Pizza as he began to gesture frantically. "There is no way for you guys to have beat as it is a fifteen minute drive and a 30 minute walk, 20 if you run. Wait how did you get there in 20 minutes with a detour." Tim surprisingly still had breath.

"The fastest way from point A to B is not through C." Was Marinette's response as she took a bite. Yet that didn't seem like a sufficient answer as her now brother's eyebrows were still knit in confusion, so she took a breath and said. "Free running, it's a great stress reliever." she finished.

"What did you hit this time?" Jagged gave her a semi serious look.

"I didn't hit anything," a pout on her lips. "The pigeon flew into me."

Dick started laughing "she is definitely yours B, I can say for sure even without that paternity test." Another two hours had passed before she noticed the time and bid everyone goodbye. She gave her number to her father and brothers, Damian begrudgingly because Dick put it in and gave it to Mari.

Her parents had closed early for a date so she was home alone. She went to the couch to sketch a few gift ideas for her newly extended family. She was finishing a semi formal coat with a hidden sling for a katana for Damian. He kept grumbling that if he had it, the way the sword appeared in his akuma form, and she is pretty sure Jason's jokes were more literal by everyone's expressions. When her parents came home.

"Bon soir Maman, Papa," she cheerily greeted them.

"How was your day sweetheart." her Papa smiled kissing the top of her head.

"I met a handful of interesting people." she really didn't know how to broach this subject.

"What's wrong sweetie," her mother must have noticed her be uncomfortable. She sat down next to Mari, and her papa sat across from them.

"Did someone or did these people hurt you." her papa's words began to ring with a hard edge.

"Non, nothing like that. It's just, um," bitting her lip then looking up. "Your not my biological father, are you?"

Her parents froze, and had a silent conversation.

"Marinette, your biological father is an important and busy man. Who has no time for children." Her Maman spoke gently and calmly. "His name is Bruce Wayne."

Okay hold up, she tilted her head empathizing her confusion. "He didn't seem to bad, in fact he has four boys."

"That was who you met today," her papa affirmed, seemingly surprised.

She nodded her head and told them what had occurred today, leaving out the akuma and her free running. When she finished her parents once again held a silent conversation.

"Why don't we invite him over tomorrow for lunch. While you show his boys around." her maman smiled.

"Okay I'll send them a message then." Mari smiled taking out her phone.

Tomorrow will be interesting.

But first she had to survive tonight.

Tonight Ladybug, Todd Tenko, and Emeraude Racer were on patrol. Meaning she had the evening with the Couffaine siblings. Since both were holders it wasn't uncommon for them to swap. Meaning Luka would either be Todd or Viperion, and Juleka could be either Racer or Kitsune.

They each knew what was their designated route, and because of the akuma sent earlier the chance of Hawkmoth striking again was less likely. Each one of the heroes went their separate ways and made their rounds. So when the three heroes went to their rendezvous at Notre Dame's bell tower it ways almost two hour later. However, she noticed she had a tail when she passed the Eiffel tower. So she called Todd and Racer to set an illusion and ambush at the bell tower.

When she stepped on the bell towers stopped in the center and so did her tail with four others, forming a 'v" behind her. Todd's illusion left a Ladybug in the center of the tower while she moved to an ambush point. Four figures swung in and stood at each corner, a Todd Tenko, Emeraude Racer, Honey Bee, and Chat Noir.

"Shouldn't all of you be in Gotham?" Ladybug asked for her.

That seemed to take the vigilantes in her city by surprise.

"We heard about the situation and we just want to help." Nightwing, she is pretty sure, spoke up.

Chat Noir scoffed, "huh as if we would believe that."

"Tt. believe what you want. That is the truth." Robin spoke this time. Interesting.

"Yes after being ignored and called liars for three years really builds trust." Honey Bee's hand curled on her top as she spoke.

Batman seemed like he was going say something, but she jumped down from her perch breaking the Ladybug illusion. As they watched her materialize fifty feet up, followed by Racer and Todd flanking her mere seconds later.

"Todd," her eyes never left the five in front of her as she spoke.

"What!" Red Hood jumped in surprise, "How?"

"Curious. But Todd," this time she turned. "can you drop Mirage." Her teammate nodded and the four illusions disappeared. "Do you need to recharge?"

"Already did LB", he smiled.

"Okay," she pulled out her yoyo, and a box fell out into her hands. "who wants a snack before heading back out."

"Me!" Racer rushed to the box pulling out a strawberry eclair.

It is almost a good thing she always makes eight eclairs for patrol. Seriously she makes two for those on patrol, but after Adrien always left them with one and ate four, did she start bringing more.

Before leaving to do a final sweep of patrol. The three Parisian heroes spoke with the visiting vigilantes.

"We could send them Pinky's way," Ladybug responded to Batman's ask for more information.

"Do you think that's smart?" Todd asked.

"Who is Pinky?" Red Robin stepped into the conversation.

"She is our civilian contact and reserve hero." Racer answered.

"Why isn't she a permeant hero?" Nightwing brought up the question.

"Her identity was compromised but and we aren't sure how many know. So she is kept an back up." she answered.

"Who is she and how do we contact her?" Batman demanded or asked in his case.

"She is Multimouse, her name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng." All of them seemed to flinch and paled slightly. "And she'll find you."

The three Parisians stood and left.

Yup, tomorrow is going to be interesting.

Extra:

“So was I supposed to find out the Wayne’s were the Bats on my own or would you have told me?” Mari scolded her boyfriend over video call when she got home from patrol.

“I knew you were smart but less than a day you really are a lucky bug.” He smirked at her.

She crossed her arms and glared at him.

“Okay, okay.” He rose his hands in surrender. “But how did you figure it out anyways?”

“Apart from Tim and Jason flinching when Chloe called me Red, Damian’s katana grumbles and Tt., Jason freaking out because Todd was on patrol with me, and all of them paling at my name. It wasn’t to hard to piece together after that.” She shrugged.

“You know you’re scary sometimes right?” He feigned chills a goofy grin on his face.

“You love me though.” She teased him.

“I know I do but I know to keep in your good graces.” He responded now completely serious. “By the way, why was my idiot in Paris?” '

“I apparently made headlines a a lost Wayne.” She waved. “Which has more truth than the media knows apparently.”

“You’re serious!”

“Turns out your idiot is my adoptive idiot brother.”

“So are you related to Dick or Tim?”

“Try Damian.”

“To Demon Spawn! How?!”

“Bruce is my biological father.”

“The bug is a bat. Great!” he rolled his eyes, “I knew you weren’t normal but this is ridiculous.”

“You aren’t exactly normal yourself.” She replied pointedly.

“Ya but you love me.” His goofy grin was back.

“Yes I do.” She smiled in return.

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