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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 9 months ago

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There's an anger in me (I think I learned it from you)

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pairing: platonic bruce wayne x reader, platonic dick grayson x reader

length: 1.9k

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

warnings: reader and dick get into a fight and dick is so mean. reader definitely has trauma and issues but Good Dad Bruce Wayne is here so it's fine and also Big Brother Dick in the end

a/n: I'm not a dick grayson hater but I do think he'd be the biggest bitch and say the meanest shit in a fight. anyway life is kicking my ass so bad rn so idk if this is even any GOOD but you can have it <3

Alfred sighs to himself, a disapproving sort of frown finding its way onto his face as he listens to your raised voice, you and Dick butting heads again. It's not uncommon for you to find reason to argue with the others, but it is tiresome - frustrating to him that you can't seem to lay down this constant fight of yours that you live with.

And Dick? Well, as he spits an insult back and you and you shove at his chest, Alfred idly thinks that maybe he's your worst target so far. Dick Grayson may be kind under typical circumstances, but anger like this brings out the worst in him.

"At least Bruce wanted me," he snaps at you. "You just shoved your way in."

That doesn't just stop you, it stops everyone in their tracks. It especially stops Bruce, who had come into the Cave when he'd gotten word from Alfred about another fight. And there's just… silence at first. You, staring up at Dick with wide, hurt eyes while his anger slowly melts, regret replacing it.

"Hey, I didn't mean -" but you don't stay to listen, fleeing past Bruce and out of the Cave, despite his calls of your name. You don't stick around to hear the way Bruce rips into Dick about it, berating him for even suggesting such a thing, before he follows you up to the Manor.

Alone in your room, with the walls closing in on you and your lungs squeezing painfully, your breath catches as you hear footsteps approaching. Bruce's knocks on your door are as gentle as the way he calls your name, asking you to please open the door.

You don't.

How can you? He's right, he's right, he's right - Bruce didn't want you. How much trouble have you caused since you got here? - too much, your brain supplies. And Dick is right, Bruce didn't want you… he couldn't have. You, with your headstrong determination, pushing your way into anything and everything that you'd ever wanted. You, with your heels always dug in and your arms always crossed and your shoulders always squared. How could he possibly want that?

You pace behind your locked door, pulling on your hair as your breath quickens, words you've heard a million times running through your head.

Spoiled, selfish, stubborn -

Bruce's voice on the other side of the door isn't enough to drown it out, his promises of, "I love you, we all love you. Dick didn't mean that, and he'll apologize to you when you're ready. Please come out, sweetheart… I love you, and you have always been wanted by me. You've always been wanted by this family."

You stare at the door as if glaring hard enough would make it soundproof, your breath still coming out in short little gasps as you clench your fists, nails digging into the skin of your palms. You watch through blurred vision as Bruce's shadow shifts and darkens under the door - you watch as he settles on the other side of the wood, determined not to leave you to do this alone.

"You come out whenever you're ready, sweetheart," he says gently. "I'll be here."

You scoff, turning abruptly away from the door - away from him. He won't stay - he won't, he won't, he won't -

"I won't leave you." Bruce's voice is heard again and you squeeze your eyes shut. It's like he knows, and you can't figure out how, can't fathom the idea that he really has been paying attention all this time, that he knows you and your ticks and your traumas. You curl up on top of your bed, determined to just shut down until it's all over - until he gives up and leaves you be. Maybe then you can leave, too - leave for real. Maybe it would all be better if you slipped out quietly, off into the city, into someone else life and away from this one. Maybe there really wasn't room for you in this family.

When you wake later, the first thing you're forced to notice is the throbbing behind your eyes and the light that streams in through the window, the sun beginning to set and bathing you in a halo-like glow. Sitting up, you notice a shadow still stationed on the other side of your door, having stayed, unmoving, for as long as you'd been hiding.

Getting up slowly, you make your way to it, sitting down with your back against the door and letting your head thump rather loudly against the wood of it. It's only then that Bruce moves, shifting on the other side. You clench your fists on your lap as words get caught on their way out. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for staying.

"Why are you still there?" Is all that ends up coming out, the words harsh as they cut through the air. You flinch at hearing them, your own voice hatefully foreign to you.

"Because I love you," Bruce says simply, like it's such an easy thing. "And I promised I wouldn't leave you." You sit still after that, turning what he's said over in your mind again and again and again before standing abruptly and wrenching your door open, relying on Bruce's reflexes to get himself up and standing by the time you do.

Fortunately, he's always been a little faster than you, always a little better. By the time you're looking at him, he's standing in your doorway, his shoulders slumped as he slouches down to look you in the eye. He's making himself smaller, you realize, something that feels like regret eating away at you. He's making himself small and it's your fault.

But Bruce isn't looking at you like he blames you, and the way he ever so gently puts his hands on your shoulders and presses a kiss to the crown of your head speaks only of love. Only of forgiveness. You stand straighter when he does, a silent urge for him to do this same - for him to be tall for you. Maybe then, you wouldn't have to be.

"It's true, though, isn't it? You ask, something pained in your voice that you can't quite hide.

"It's not." There's a way he says it, like it's written in some holy text somewhere and he's promising it now because faith demands it. "You are always wanted here. And you always will be."

"What if I never believe that?"

"Then we'll keep telling you." You shoot Bruce a look at his assuredness, one that just makes him smile down at you.

"Even Dick?" You ask, uneasiness finding its home in you despite your clenched fists and set jaw.

"Especially Dick, he answers easily. "I'm sure he'll spend a very long time trying to make up for this. He never means it, you know - there's this anger in him that he can't quite shake sometimes." Your shoulders slump at his words and you drop your chin, eyes trained on the floor.

"Yea," your voice is bitter. "That, I understand."

You find, later that night, that you wish Dick didn't care quite so much. Your mask covers your face, the hard set of your jaw and the annoyance that pulls down your brows, but in the faint moonlight of the docks, you're sure Dick can see the taught pull of your shoulders.

Thank god it's a slow night, you find yourself thinking as you perch on the edge of a rooftop, kicking your legs over the edge. You know he's around, watching and waiting and trying to find a moment to approach you. You think you'll have to find the moment for him when Nightwing finally sits next to you, his movements silent and slow. He looks at you long and hard, his own eyes hidden behind his mask as you stare out at the water, waiting for him to decide how this will all go.

"I don't always say the right thing," is what he ends up confessing. "And it wasn't fair for you to be on the receiving end of that. I'm… sorry."

"I started it," you say simply. "You shouldn't apologize for biting back."

"No," Dick says carefully, tapping his finger on his thigh. "But I should apologize for how I did it." You look at him, then, eyes searching his face and cursing the masks you both wear, layers of protection against anyone who would try to know you.

"Did you mean it?" You finally ask. "Is it true? Because if it is… if it is, then you should only apologize for lying to me up till now."

"It's not," Dick answers, and there's something in the clear ring of his voice that reminds you of Bruce. Your lips twitch into a smile as you think of how unhappy he'd be to find that out. "Things with Bruce and I… well, I'm sure you know they weren't always good."

"I don't actually know everything," you huff back. "Even my eavesdropping has limitations - especially with all of you. You're a lot harder to hide from than everyone else." Dick grins at that, a self-satisfied sort of thing that makes you regret speaking.

"Well, it's lucky, I guess," he goes on. "The Bruce you know now - he's a lot better than he was in the beginning."

"Don't you think we all are?" You ask before you can stop yourself, eyes snapping back out to the water as you desperately try to close yourself off from him, heart hammering at the response you're sure to get. There is no part of you that's getting better. There is no part of you that can be good. But Dick just readjusts how he's sitting, sliding closer so that your shoulders bump and he can tap your hands with his own, a silent chide for the way you twist your fingers nervously.

"You're right," he says plainly, and suddenly you're glad for the masks. You're not sure what would happen if you looked over and saw that big brother, sick-with-pride look he's so fond of. "When Jason came along, it felt a bit too much like being replaced. I know it was a long time ago, but… maybe I still feel it a bit more than I should - whenever anyone new comes along. It's not your fault… it's not your fault and I'm glad you're here."

You sigh at his words, tipping back until you're laying on the rooftop, your legs still kicking over the edge as you pretend to look up at the stars, blinking tears away rapidly behind your mask. You're sure he knows, but you're also sure he's too kind to say anything, laying back with you and interlocking his hands behind his head to lean on.

There's a lot you think you should say right now. I'm sorry, I love you, thank you for coming back for me. Thank you for not leaving me behind. Thank you for not giving up on me.

"What are you hanging around here tonight for, anyway?" Is what comes out instead, but you find you aren't so bothered by it this time.

"Want me to stick around? Finish your patrol with you?" Is his only answer. You huff.

"I don't need help taking care of the docks. I've been doing that longer than I've been involved with you idiots." Dick laughs, loud enough that you groan and roll away from him, standing up and crossing your arms.

"Well, you never know, then," he responds easily as he swings himself to his feet. "Maybe we could learn something from each other."

"Fine," you snipe back, but you can't help the way you bounce on the balls of your feet, a weight you hadn't realized you'd been carrying starting to lift. "Maybe we can."

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sunburnhurts · 5 months ago

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Teenage Sweethearts || Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader (Battinson)

Summary: Bruce Wayne and Y/n meet in the diner that Y/n works at. The 2 teenagers live 2 very different lives, and that's what makes them come together.

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All My Stories

A/n: Just know I am making a few things up in this story, like the school Y/n goes to (I'm saying Gotham public high school bc idk what else..), and some other things so im sorry lolll. Also, Young Bruce is more open than older Bruce is in this story so yeahhh lol

Y/n watches as an older man and a boy around her age get seated at an empty table. They were both dressed nicer than most customers are, they looked very clean and put together. Y/n tried recognizing the young boy, trying to remember if he goes to her school. She then puts 2 and 2 together, he's wearing clean, nice clothes, so he definitely does not go to her public high school.

Y/n grabs a plate of food that was ready to be put on table 05, walking over and placing it down for the customers. She smiles, telling them to enjoy their food, then walks away to the teenage boy's table.

She smiles, watching as they both look up from their Menu's to the approaching girl. The older man smiles, as the younger boy looks up with no emotion on his face. "Hello! My name is Y/n, may I start you 2 off with any drinks?" Y/n says in a sweet voice.

"Yes, may I have a coffee, please? No sugar." The older man kindly says. Y/n nods with a smile, not bothering to write down the drinks on her notepad, she could remember this simple order. She looks over at the teen boy, noticing him wearing a school uniform. She was correct, he didn't go to her public school, he went to Gotham Academy.

"Um, may I have a water please?" The boy says, quietly, short from shy.

"Of course! I'll be right out with those." Y/n smiles and walks off to behind the counters, preparing their drinks.

"She's a lovely girl, do you know her from school?" Alfred looks at Bruce, who finally took his eyes off the girl walking away.

"No," Bruce says, looking back at the menu in front of him.

"She seems very sweet, maybe you should befriend her." Alfred advises.

Ever since Bruce's parents died, 8 years ago, Alfred has been trying to get Bruce to live his teenage life to the fullest. It's hard for Bruce to live a normal teenage life because of his parents death and because he's very rich. No kid at his school wanted to befriend him because of that fact, they all assumed he was a snobby stuck up kid. Bruce didn't mind the lack of attention, though, he preferred it, he liked when people didn't know who he was.

"Maybe." Bruce says in a way that made it sound like he wasn't interested, but he was.

"What was her name.." Alfred tries remembering, saying names that sounded like her name, but weren't.

"Y/n." Bruce mutters in response.

A minute or 2 went by and Y/n came back with their drinks. She places the coffee in front of the older man, and the water in front of the younger man. She smiles once more before saying, "Are you guys ready to order?"

After Bruce and Alfred were all done eating, Y/n came out with the check. When she came back to grab the folder with the older mans card in it, she saw the amount the man tipped. Her eyes widened, she was unsure if this was a mistake. Their food was $24.56, and the tip was $50. She walks back to the table, still suprised.

"I'm so sorry to bother, but did you mean to put this much?" Y/n asks, showing the older man the tip. The man smile and nodded, making Y/n tilt her head in confusion, but she had a smile still on her face. "I can't accept that, sir." She said kindly, refusing that amount.

"No, no, please!" The older man laughed, kindly.

"Are you 100% sure?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh my god, thank you!" The teen girl says, letting a bit of her excitement show, but contains most of it because she's still at work. Most people that come to the diner always tip $5 or less, even with big order, so this was huge for her. Bruce looks at her, cracking a smile. "Okay, well I'll be right back again."

Y/n walks away, going to finishing their payment. "She really is a lovely young woman, are you sure you're not interested?" Alfred asks.

"I never said I wasn't interested," Bruce replied.

"So then talk to her." Alfred encourages.

"Maybe another time." Bruce thought it would be weird talking to someone his age with his Butler right across from him.

Y/n comes back with Alfred's card, she places it on the table, smiling at both boys. "You guys are all set! Have a good night!"

"Thank you, you too!" Alfred says as he grabs his card and gets up from his seat. Y/n walks back to the kitchen, and waits for more customers to come in. She watches from a window in the kitchen as the boy and man leave. The younger boy turns around towards the window and makes eye contact with the girl once more, catching her off guard. Her breath hitches in surprise, and she looks down at the counter with a slight blush on her cheeks.

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A week goes by since Y/n served the older man and the mysterious teenage boy. Every time the door to the restaurant opened, Y/n would look to it to see if it was the boy walking in. She couldn't lie to herself, she did think his mysterious quality was intriguing, and she did think he was good looking.

Bruce wanted to go back to that restaurant and talk to Y/n, but he never built up the courage to. He was afraid to make things weird or make it look like he was only going there to see her, even though that was the truth.

As each day went by, Y/n slowly stopped expecting the boy to show up. It was now Thursday, Y/n had a rough day at school, and now was having a rough time at work. Some creepy men were hitting on her, obviously drunk, and she couldn't take it anymore. She told one of her co-workers that she was going on break and she walked out through the back of the building.

She was now in a back alleyway, which is usually used for workers that smoke on their break. She sighs, walking back and fourth in the alleyway as her tears build up. Once tears were falling from her eyes, she sat down on the dirty ground, closer to the entrance of the alleyway. Silent sobs came from her as she had her hands around her eyes.

She sat their for a few minutes, letting her frustration come out in tears. Then she heard light footsteps walking towards her, making her lift her head up. She was afraid it was one of those drunk men who were hitting on her, but when she saw the figure, she calmed down.

Watching the figure walk up to her, she recognizes that its a teenage boy by his body. Her eyes were too teary to identify the face. She looks up at him as he stops walking in front of her. He stares down at her for a second before asking, "Are you okay?"

Before she could answer his question, her eyes become more clear, "Hey, I recognize you." Bruce stands there, worried that she figured out that he was 'that rich boy who's parents died', but to his surprise, she says smiling through tears, "You're that one kid, your dad tipped me $50."

"He's not my dad, but yeah." He huffs a laugh.

Suddenly becoming aware of her appearance, she says, "Oh my god, I probably look like a mess right now, I'm so sorry."

She wipes her eyes as he says, "You don't," he pauses, watching her, "how come you've been crying?"

"I've had a rough day at school, and customers can sometimes be such... assholes." She laughs, watching the boy sit on the dirty floor next to her. "Oh, you don't have to sit on this gross floor for me."

"It's fine, I don't mind." He says, turning his head to her. His back to the building wall, his knees propped up and his hands rested on top of his knees. "So what happened with the customers?"

"Just these 2 drunk guys, they were flirting with me as if I'm not obviously a teen." She looks away from the boy, down at her lap.

"Oh, I'm sorry that happened." Bruce replies with slight pity in his voice, he wasn't sure what else to say. He was slightly mad for her, upset that that is something she has to go through. "Like you said, they're just assholes."

Cracking a smile and looking back at the boy, she smiles, "Yeah." She then fully smiled as he smiled at her.

"What school do you go to, I haven't seen you around mine." Bruce says, changing the subject.

"Gotham Public High School." She answers, pausing for a moment. "You go to Gotham Academy, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"You were wearing your uniform that time you came in." She then slightly blushes, realizing her mistake. "Oh my gosh, that sounds creepy that I remembered, sorry."

"No it's okay." He laughs, still looking at her. "So how old are you?"

"16, you?"

"Same." He says, glad that they are the same age.

A comfortable silence rested between them before Y/n asked, "So how'd you find me here?"

"Well," He pauses for a moment trying to get a story straight. "I was about to go into the diner to get something to eat, but I just happened to look into the alleyway and see you crying." The truth was that he was going to go into the diner, but he left out the part where it was to see her.

"Was I that loud?" She jokes, looking at the boy.

"No," he chuckles before pausing, "so you don't know who I am?"

Y/n tilts her head in confusion, scrunching her face a bit in confusion. "What do you mean?" She then realized she never learned his name.

"Like you don't recognize me from anywhere other than our one interaction?" He was just as confused as she was. His families story was pretty big, everyone and their mothers new about it, even outside of Gotham.

"No, what's your name?"

"Bruce." Y/n thought about that name, trying to think of a Bruce she knew. When she couldn't think of anyone she knew with that name, she then figured it out. He went to an academy, the man he was with tipped her a lot of money meaning they were rich, and she couldn't think of anyone other than a Wayne with the name Bruce.

"Wayne?" She asked in a bit of shock, but she tried masking it. He nods.

"You're telling me you didn't recognize me this whole time?" Bruce asks, still a bit shocked. She shook her head, making Bruce smile. He was glad someone didn't recognize but was still interested in talking to him.

"Wow, I had no clue." She says, resting her head against the wall behind her.

"Promise you wont think of me differently?" Bruce says in a joking voice and a smile, but meant it seriously.

"Of course." She looks at him again, smiling. "I knew you were a bit mysterious." She jokingly said, nudging him with her shoulder. He laughs, still looking at her.

Something about her not recognizing him made him more attracted to her, it was like he could take a step out of grieving Bruce Wayne, and step into a new person.

"Shit," Y/n says, breaking the silence, "I have to get back to work." She says standing up, brushing herself off and giving Bruce a hand. "You said you were headed into the diner?"

"Yeah." He nods, taking her hand and helping himself up.

"Okay, I'll see you in there!" She smiles, walking through the back entrance as he watched her leave. He smiles, glad that he decided to come to the diner that night.

After Bruce came into the diner and sat down, they had conversations as she worked. It wasn't that busy that day, so she was able to sit with him for a little while. Bruce was happy that Y/n never brought up his parents or his wealth, they mostly talked about things each other liked.

By the time It was closing time, Bruce waited until she closed up and offered to walk her home. Of course, she accepted. At the end of their walk, they exchanged home phone numbers. They said their goodbyes, then Bruce walked home with a smile on his face, thinking about the whole afternoon he just had.

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Over the weeks, Bruce would show up more and more to the diner. Y/n would sit with him during her breaks or in between dealing with customers. They would talk about random stuff, sometimes about Y/n and her family, and once Bruce felt comfortable enough, he opened up about his parents.

The End

A/n: Hope yall liked this! This has been in the drafts for a little while, im cleaning my drafts atm! also 2 posts in one day??? Hope you enjoyed!

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headkiss · 2 years ago

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saw this and now i have to leave an eddie request 😌

can i request something where eddie and reader are just being all cutesy and lovey-dovey? like maybe they're cuddling on the couch or reader is painting eddie's nails and wayne gets home from work but because it's late, they aren't expecting him. so he comes in all quiet and sees them just being all cute and takes a polaroid of them? and then they wake up the next morning and wayne's left the polaroid and a cute lil note on the coffee table?

idk just something cutesy and fluffy like that 😭

- @honeysuckleharringtons

hiii tysm for the request baby!!! i changed it a bit but i hope u like it anyway <3 | 0.6k of fluff

Eddie keeps a part of himself hidden from everyone but you.

It’s different from his dark exterior, from his armor of jokes and jabs. It’s even different from the energetic entertainer he is around his friends. While you love him all of the time, the him you get when it’s just the two of you is your favorite.

It’s special, a secret you hold very close. He trusts you enough to let every single wall down and you can’t thank him enough for it.

He’s the sweetest boy you’ve ever met. He’s gentle and kind, and he’s always got a hand on you. He’s the most perfect boyfriend both in public and private.

It’s why you pick up the phone every time; just in case it’s him.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetheart,” his voice is enough to make you smile. “You busy?”

“Not at all. What’s up?”

“Nothing. Miss you, is all. Can you come over?”

You tell him you’ll be there soon and hang up. You never imagined that something as simple as a phone call could make you beam.

It’s not long before you’re walking the few steps up to the trailer, knocking lightly on the door.

Eddie opens it quickly. Really, he’d been waiting pretty close by ever since you hung up the phone. He just saw you yesterday, and yet, he missed you. There’s nobody that can make him feel like that but you.

“Hi,” he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit. “C’mere.”

He opens his arms for a hug that you fall into easily, his arms wrapping around your waist, yours around his neck. You breathe each other in and he squeezes you before letting go and shutting the door behind you.

“I missed you too, by the way,” you tell him. “I didn’t say over the phone.”

“You’re cute. I rented that movie you wanted to see.”

He drove past Family Video and couldn’t help but stop. It gave him an excuse to invite you over—not that he needed one—and whenever he sees something and thinks of you, it’s hard not to buy it.

“Yay! Do you have popcorn?”

“Whose house do you think you’re in?” He goes to the kitchen and searches the cupboards until he finds it, “hell yeah, I have popcorn.”

You laugh softly at his antics, the many cupboards he left open in his search. You shut them all before snagging the popcorn from his hand.

“You burnt it last time. Let me do it.”

“Hey,” he drags out the word, “it was one time! I’ll make it perfect, give it.”

“Nuh-uh. You can set up the movie, Eds.”

“You’re so mean, baby,” he kisses your cheek on the way to the TV anyway.

You join him on the couch eventually, a bowl of popcorn in hand. You sit next to him, and he drapes a blanket over your laps before you set the bowl down. He tosses an arm over your shoulders, urging you to lean into his side, and hits play with the remote in the other hand.

You hardly pay attention to the movie, though it doesn’t bother you one bit. Eddie tries to throw popcorn and catch it in his mouth and fails too many times to count. Your cheeks almost hurt from how wide you’re smiling.

About halfway through the movie, Eddie moves the bowl onto the table and lays down on the couch. He tugs you over so that you’re laying between his legs, head on his chest.

That’s how Wayne finds you both when he comes home from work. The movie over and forgotten, both you and Eddie asleep, and a half-eaten bowl of popcorn on the table.

Eddie’s arms are hugging you close to him in his sleep, and yours do the same. Wayne smiles and decides not to wake you.

The next day, Wayne nods towards the door you’ve just left through and says to Eddie, “she’s a good one, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles at the mere thought of you, of how well you fit that even his uncle can see it. “Yeah, she is.”

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harrywavycurly · 1 year ago

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Sarah my sweet can we get a conversation between one night reader and Wayne when she’s making him dinner? 💞

Hiiii babes!! Sure, I love me some Wayne content so I hope you enjoy this and also idk why it kinda made me emo so I’m sorry 😂💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Wayne wants you to know he’s here if you need him and he doesn’t mean just with baby stuff*

“Hey sugar it’s just me.” “What’s up Daddio? Rumor around town is you got yourself a new work truck….” “What did we say about Daddio?” “It’s a no…you’re Wayne…just Wayne and for Dotty it’s whatever she feels like calling you…” “Exactly but yes I sure did get me a new work truck only took ten damn years…wanna check it out?…what’s that smell?” “Oh I’m making dinner…you are staying for dinner right?” “Of course…what’s on the menu? You need me to hang those shelves still or did Eddie finally get around to it?” “It’s just chicken enchilada casserole…nothing fancy…oh yes please if you don’t mind? I have a few books that I’d like to go on them…now let’s go see that truck.” “Stairs or do you wanna brave the elevator?” “Stairs…always the stairs…oh shit is that her? She’s so pretty look at that paint job.” “Oh hush…she’s used but she’s new to me and she runs like a dream.” “That’s good Wayne you deserve it…oh nice backseat…is that a damn car seat?” “Yes? I’m her grandpa I gotta have a car seat and it’s the exact same as the one in your car.” “I’m not even sure why I’m shocked…we’re gonna have to arm wrestle to see who gets to drive her home from the hospital aren’t we?” “No…I’ll let you take her from the hospital but I’m gonna meet you here or wherever you’ll be living.” “What’s that mean?…where I’ll be living?” “Ed told me you two are looking at apartments tomorrow…figured it was for the both of you?” “Oh no…it’s an apartment for him…just him..and you know eventually Dotty will stay there with him too but yeah it’s just his apartment.” “Right…well come on let’s get back up there so I can hang these shelves.” “Hey Wayne?” “Yeah?” “Thank you…for everything…I’m glad Dotty is gonna have you in her life.” “I’m not just in her life you know that right?…I’m in yours too.” “We both know I’ll be forgotten about the moment she’s born…you can’t fool me Wayne.” “Oh that’s enough of that…I’m just saying I’m here if you ever need me okay? And I mean for anything…like it or not we’re family now sweetheart.” “I mean..I guess everyone could use a Wayne in their life…” “damn straight…now come on before you burn my dinner.” “God you two really are related…so bossy.”

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lena-thinks-too-much · 2 months ago

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Comparing The Avengers to the Justice league but it's actually accurate

We're just gonna do the main ones because otherwise we'd be here forever

I'm also mainly using mcu characterizations because I'm not as familiar with Marvel comics as I am with DC

Iron Man - Batman

This one goes without saying

Tony is literally Batman and Brucie Wayne put together

Billionaire Playboy Philantropist Superhero who?

They both have ridiculous paranoia

They're rich orphans with British butler (or butler adjacent if we're talking about Jarvis)

Incredibly smart and know it

They both run multimillion dollar companies

and work to better the world both in and out of their super hero persona's

Thor - Aquaman

Non human royalty

friendly and funny

Both of them have a strong sense of duty and loyalty towards their people

They just don't get normal society a lot of the time

Also interwoven magic and science

and they both have really strong elementally based powers

plus a very specific weapon that is inherently associated with them

to be honest, I don't actually know much about aquaman but it feels right

Captain America - Wonder Woman

They are literally soldiers

They both fought in a world war

Also Diana's love intrest is literally a blonde soldier named Steve

Both of them have a strong sense of duty and moral obligation

They're also the most fond of proteges and younger heros

I'm sorry but Steve had no business being so nice to Peter during the airport battle

Dude you are literally fighting each other

Idk the military background makes them more similar in my opinion

also the fact that they're super behind on a lot of modern day stuff

Like everyone remembers Diana discovering ice cream don't we?

and grandpa steve my beloved

Hulk - Superman

okay this one was a little hard

at first I was gonna do Guy Gardner cuz green guy with anger issues. But Guy's kind of an asshole and Bruce is a sweetheart

so then I thought the Flash for the science but I don't think Bruce is into puns enough to match with either Barry or Wally

But Clark is perfect

Clark is a dork

But he is genuinely really intelligent

also they literally wear the same glasses

I think Clark and Bruce would get along really well

If you want to talk about the anger issues

Well

We've all scene Batman V. Superman

Tbh not my favorite version of superman

Clark is obviously not quite prone to rage

and it's definitely no where near hulk levels though

But when he's angry it gets destructive real fast

think about most of his fights with doomsday

Constantly worries about his own strength and hurting the people he loves

Which is a struggle both of them are characterized by

Black Widow - Orphan/Black Bat/Batgirl

okay I know cass isn't technically a member of the league

but hear me out

also I'm not actually sure which title is Cass's current one

anyways

both were raised from childhood to be a lethal weapon

and they truly are

they both have a major guilt complex over the lives they've taken

and that's one of the biggest factors for them becoming a hero

they joined the good guys to get out of the assassin lifestyle

Also dancing?

like the widows were trained in ballet since it was the red room's cover

and cass dances as an escape

I think it's poetic

Also they both are the owners of their family's shared braincell

Cass is like Natasha but younger really

Hawkeye - Green Arrow

so I know at first glance this seems obvious

yk skilled archer or whatever

but I wasn't exactly for it at first

I'm not really Green Arrow's biggest fan

But I've recently been reading Mia's run as speedy

and despite the vast, and I mean vast, difference in her back story with Kate

Their mentors are very similar with their proteges

like Oliver is just so soft with mia and it's adorable

not to mention neither wanted a protege at first and then they go and basically adopt them

literally in oliver's case

Also Ollie's into pranking as much as Clint is

And admittedly Oliver is just as strongly attached to his family as Clint is

if we ignore the thing with roy because wtf Oliver

Runner ups:

Thor and Wonder Woman: mythology and their whole fish-out-of-water-ness in modern society

Thor and Captain Marvel: again mythology, lightning powers, and also their childlike nature (literally in Billy's case)

Black Widow and Black Canary: badasses that keep the men on their team in line. need I say more?

Iron Man and Green Arrow: only thing that got me is that Ollie's not nearly smart enough to go toe to toe with Tony

Vision and Martian Manhunter: they can pass through walls and they just don't get humans

Scarlett Witch and Zatanna/ Dr Strange and Constantine: I don't think this requires elaboration

Winter Soldier and Jason Todd: fallen hero presumed dead starts working for the bad guys before switching back to the good guys

Bonus:

Spiderman and Dick!Robin

they're bendy

they love puns

they love swinging in the air

they're smart

they give their mentors high blood pressure

everyone loves them

they have a lot of grief

they have a thing for really smart, badass red heads

Ball of sunshine with ridiculous anger issues

also I think a meeting between Dick and Peter would be a disaster in the best way possible

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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 4 months ago

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80s Batman has a certain charm that I think we lost, he’s just perplexed and annoyed that everyone likes Bruce better than Batman.

he spent freaking YEARS training and learning criminology and forensic sciences and getting way too many certifications in everything just for him being his normal self to be more than enough.

He’s just straight pissed, and it’s SO FUNNY.

also I like how 80s Batman is like way kinder than modern Batman, there was this guy Tommy who straight up impersonated Batman and thought he was Batman he was having a hard ass time, and despite all that he actually went pretty easy on him and made sure he didn’t continue to SNAP PEOPLES NECKS, tbh they were like murders and shit, but BRO SNAPPED THEIR NECKS.. AS BATMAN!

he made sure he was going to get proper help and arranged like proper representation and shit for him as well, and everyone again was like “omg! Bruce Wayne your awesome not like Batman who’s a dickhead and awful and should be in jail!”

he screams internally. Like literally internally he’s screaming he’s SO PISSED.

I like really love these ones, it’s post crisis mostly and well I have 0 want to read much stuff pre-crisis. I’ll get there!

Though, flying Todd’s Jason is still pretty cute. He’s so cute.

Bruce just being a more important part of the storyline and not him just being well a recluse is actually really fun.

Bruce and Gordon team up, Bruce is actively working with Vicki vale.

idk I like it honestly, Jason is so cute tho. He’s a little shit, but like he’s a studious guy he asks things with wonder and admiration, Jason is like “omg actual parental love and care and he doesn’t hate me and Alfred feeds me many sandwiches”

Though like, having the stories be half Bruce Wayne and half Batman is actually way better, I like how Bruce actually has a social life in these comics lol.

Jason really is such a sweetheart I can’t believe people hated him! He’s LITERALLY such a good character, he’s like 12 let him be a kid.

#-pop #media analysis #my boys 80s Bruce and 80s Jason #80s Batman #batman comics #bruce wayne #batman and robin #batman comic #Batman #dc comics #dc comcis #batman 1940

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writethrough · 2 years ago

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OOH

What if the group (or just reader and Eddie) go to Lover's Lake, and Jason and his goons show up and try to steal reader's clothes and Eddie gets super protective?👀 I even had a thought about both Eddie and Billy ganging up to protect reader but idk how you'd feel about that 🫣

By the Lakeside

(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader x Eddie Munson)

Warnings: Language, Jason Carver & Co., slut-shaming, suggestive situation (I think that's it. Please let me know if you see anything else.)

Word Count: 2881

A/N: Thank you for requesting this, my love! I'm a little iffy about how I wrote Billy in this one. Not sure if he comes off as too AU. I tried to keep him in character. As soon as I saw "both Eddie and Billy," I knew there was no other way to write this. I hope you enjoy!

Moodboard by @steph-speaks

Finally, after weeks of extra shifts, sick days, after-school activities, and classes: everyone could hang out.

Eddie had gotten the key to Rick’s place after the dealer had been locked up longer than anticipated. Rick said something about if that ever happened again, he needed someone to water his plants—actual house plants, to your surprise.

And since it did happen again, Eddie suggested a day at Lover’s Lake with accommodations courtesy of the inmate. Everyone quickly agreed.

You had all arrived around the same time. Eddie opened your door before dragging out the cooler Wayne had lent you.

El and Max were already in the lake with Mike and Will running to join them. Nancy and Jonathan were setting up their blanket, and Robin was tugging inner tubes out of Steve’s car.

“How many of those did you bring,” you asked as she hooked two on her arm after hanging Steve four.

“They were having a sale, and Steve had some, so,” she did some mental calculations, “ten? Yeah, ten.”

You shook your head in amusement, closed the door for her, and made your way to the rest of the group. Only one person was missing.

Billy said he would meet you after he got off work, then muttered something about “little shits” and “fucking swimming lessons.” He was all bark and no bite when teaching the kids. He guided them through each movement and reassured them when they were scared to try something new.

You remembered the first time you saw him with them. You had to pick him up because his car was in the shop. He had ushered the rest of the kids to get changed but was still talking to a little boy. You didn’t know what they were saying, but whatever Billy had told the kid had been the right thing. The boy had beamed up at Billy and threw his tiny arms around his neck before rushing into the locker room.

Billy crouched there, eyes wide, then a little smile appeared, and he looked up to find you.

“Good day?” you had asked when you were close enough to him.

He shrugged, trying to fight back the smile. “Alright, I guess.”

You kissed his cheek and whispered, “Hurry up, and I’ll make it better.”

Eddie broke you out of your thoughts by wrapping his arms around your waist.

“All set, sweetheart,” he mumbled, kissing the back of your neck.

You hummed and watched as Steve, Dustin, and Lucas rowed into the lake with their fishing rods.

Grabbing Eddie’s arm, you pulled it to look at his watch. Billy would be here soon.

“Wanna sit?” Eddie asked.

You nodded, and he led you to the blanket, pressing against your side once you were both settled. He leaned toward you, his arm behind your back, so he was as close as possible.

“You think about them tipping the boat, too?” A smirk played on his lips.

You snorted. “The second I saw it.”

Eddie let out a laugh and nudged your shoulder. “Great minds, babe. Great minds.”

Your relationship with Eddie and Billy was unique. It had taken some deep conversations between the three of you to work.

You were good for Billy—everyone could see that. Though you and he weren’t together, there was something unspoken that made you off limits—to everyone but Eddie, that was.

He had been your friend for a while before Billy moved to Hawkins. So, when you developed a friendship with Billy, he had to come to terms with the fact that Eddie was more or less part of the package.

You had all been hanging out at your place, the TV on low, Billy’s arm thrown around your shoulders, and Eddie’s head in your lap. And you couldn’t have imagined being anywhere else.

And maybe it was Eddie's brownies or the darkness that made you say, “You both make me happy.”

They must have heard the hidden meaning in your tone because they looked at you in confusion but had the smallest of smiles on their faces. Then, they shared a glance with one another.

“You make me happy, too, sweetheart,” Eddie said.

Billy brushed a thumb along your shoulder. “Only one I give a shit about, baby.”

Their soft words and intense gazes made your cheeks heat up.

“What does…What does this mean? For us?” you asked, fiddling with your fingers.

Eddie tilted your chin up. “Means we should probably talk in the morning. When we’re all more…ourselves.”

You chuckled and nodded. “Good idea.”

Billy pulled you into him more and planted a kiss on the side of your head.

“My answer’ll be the same. Ya know, before you start overthinking,” he said.

Eddie settled back on your lap. “Mine will be, too. Just so you know.”

They were calling you their girlfriend when you woke up.

“Ew!�� Robin screeched. “I think a fish slipped between my toes!”

Eddie laughed, making you grin as well.

He offered you a hand, bowing low. “Care for a swim, my lady?”

Instead of taking his hand, you flung your t-shirt over your head and pulled your shorts off.

“What are you waiting for?” you asked when you saw him standing there, eyes wide.

He hurriedly rid himself of his shirt, intertwined your fingers, and tugged you to the lake.

However, neither of you noticed who had just emerged with his two friends as they got closer to where you were set up to get to their car.

“That was the freak, wasn’t it?” Andy asked, turning to the others.

Patrick nodded. “And his little girlfriend, if that’s even the word for her.”

Jason glanced at you and Eddie, then at the blanket on the grass. A slow smirk spread across his face.

He gestured toward it. “Maybe someone should teach her not to be such a slut.”

They snickered when they caught on to what Jason had in mind.

He snatched your clothes, then rummaged through your bag to find the bra and underwear you stashed for later.

The hum of an engine stopped as they continued to their vehicle.

Billy closed his car door, scanning the area for you or Eddie.

He spotted Jason, and his stomach twisted at the familiar shade of green Billy had seen on you this morning. It couldn’t be.

“She acts like a whore, so why does she need these?” Jason laughed, waving the garments around. He was met with a chorus of laughter.

Billy ground his teeth, rushing toward Jason before he could think, and clocked him across the jaw.

Billy grabbed your clothes before they hit the ground and twisted Jason’s arm behind his back.

Jason let out a pained cry.

“You wanna say that again, Carver?” Billy bit out.

“I didn’t say anything!” Jason let out another sharp yell as Billy pushed further.

“You ever do something like this again—you ever call her that again—you’ll be in the ground.” He applied more pressure to Jason’s arm. “Understand?”

“I—I understand! I understand!” Jason promised frantically.

Billy shoved Jason away from him. He wanted to push him back into the dirt as he scrambled to his feet and rushed to the parking lot with his friends.

He turned toward the lake but stopped when he saw you and Eddie walking up to him.

Billy could tell you were shivering after being in the water. Even though Eddie’s arm was thrown around your shoulders.

“Did what I think just happened actually happen?” Eddie asked, nodding to your clothes.

Billy responded by pulling you into his chest and tucking your head into his neck.

“You okay?” he whispered.

Keeping your hands on his sides, you met his eyes. “I think so…I mean, you stopped him, but…why would he take my clothes? What was the point?” The spike in adrenaline muddled your thoughts.

“Carver’s an asshole. Does he need a reason to do anything?” Eddie rubbed your back, throwing Billy a look.

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

They were both silent for a moment before Billy spoke. “He did it ‘cause of us.”

“Us?” You tilted your head. “I know we’re not the most conventional couple, but stealing my clothes? Really?” You bit the inside of your cheek, then shook your head. “He needs to mind his own damn business.”

Billy squeezed your hip. “He ever bothers you again, you tell me.” He glanced at Eddie. “Same for you.”

Eddie saluted, breaking the remaining seriousness. “Aye, aye, Captain!”

You breathed a laugh, and Billy rolled his eyes, but the barest of smirks graced his lips.

“You still wanna stay?” Billy asked, gripping your hand.

You looked over your shoulder at the rest of your friends, laughing and splashing each other. It felt like forever since you’d all been able to hang out, and you weren’t going to let Jason Carver, of all people, ruin your day with the ones you loved.

“I really do,” you said.

Eddie tugged on your other hand. “Then, let’s get going!”

Billy set your clothes on the blanket, stripping his shirt and shoes as Eddie didn’t stop until you were in the lake.

Billy joined you, wrapping his arms around your waist and chuckling as Eddie dunked Dustin. The boys probably realized they wouldn’t catch anything with the rest of you there.

You vaguely heard the shutter of Jonathan’s camera, him giving a thumbs up when he noticed you looking.

Eddie slowly made his way over to you, soaked after Max pulled him under by his ankles.

“Your sister’s brutal,” Eddie said, though his grin contradicted his complaint.

Billy shrugged. “She plays to win.”

“At least it was her and not El.” You nodded toward the girl as she dunked Mike with her powers. “You had a fighting chance.”

Eddie rolled his eyes but smiled nonetheless. “Ha ha, you’re so funny.”

He put his hands on your waist above Billy’s on your hips. And you had to remind yourself that you were surrounded by your friends—no privacy to be found.

However, neither of them seemed to care as they stepped impossibly closer, their chests pressed against you, and you were sure they felt your breath quicken.

Billy’s lips grazed along your shoulder and neck, letting you feel their softness without kissing you outright. Eddie did the same but trailed from your jaw to your collarbone.

Your breath hitched when they hit soft spots simultaneously, and their smirks on your skin nearly made your knees buckle.

“You’re both terrible,” you whispered, barely finding your voice.

They chuckled.

“You love it.” Billy’s words rumbled against your back.

“She definitely does.” Eddie nipped the juncture of your neck, his thumbs moving to graze the underside of your breasts to let you know he felt your body’s reaction through your swimsuit.

One hand rested on Eddie’s stomach as your other slipped into Billy’s hair.

“Hey! Just a reminder that I can see you guys!” Robin shouted, her hands cupped around her mouth. “And children! There are children present!”

All three of you laughed, and you sent her a shy smile.

Billy buried his head in your neck while Eddie took your cheeks and kissed you sweetly—a temporary ceasefire.

“The food’s gonna get cold if you guys don’t move it!” she shouted again.

You bit your lip, grabbing both of their hands and pulling them out of the water.

Eddie wrapped a towel around your shoulders.

“You sit. I’ll get you some food,” he said before walking to Steve at the grill.

When Eddie returned, the three of you settled onto the blanket, surrounded by your friends. Jonathan snapped pictures of everyone, and El insisted that she get one with each person. Once developed, she’d have a particularly funny one of her giving Billy bunny ears.

After you finished eating, there were still some blueberries on your plate.

“You all done, sweetheart?” Eddie asked, pointing to the fruit.

You nodded, pushing your plate toward him.

The little smirk on Eddie’s face should’ve told you what he was planning.

He gingerly picked one up and threw it right at Steve.

“What the hell?” Steve’s brow furrowed, and in the midst of facing Eddie, he was hit in the forehead with another.

You couldn’t help your giggle as you leaned back into Billy.

Steve stood with a handful of his own berries and retaliated. Both of them ran around until they were out of ammo, and by that point, they were close enough to the water for Steve to tackle Eddie into it.

There were boos and shouts of victory amongst your friends, and you felt Billy’s chest shake as he laughed.

The sun began to set as they walked back.

Eddie flopped down, grinning. “I think I won.”

Billy scoffed. “In what world did you win?”

“In the one where I get to kiss a pretty girl ‘cause she takes pity on me.” Eddie’s grin only widened.

You rolled your eyes fondly and gave him a quick kiss.

“Better?” you asked.

“Much.”

You all sat watching the sky shift from navy to orange and pink. Eddie had pulled his hair back before laying his head in your lap. Your hand moved up and down as it rested on his chest.

“You ready to call it a night, baby?” Billy whispered in your ear, catching Eddie’s attention.

“I know we said about staying here, but would you wanna head home?” Eddie asked. “I know Billy stopped anything from happening, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it to be just us tonight.”

“Was thinking the same,” Billy said, kissing your temple. “Wanna love on you in private.”

You hummed. “I think I’d be okay with that.”

You turned, your forehead touching Billy’s lips, smiling softly.

After saying goodbye to everyone and Eddie handing Steve the van keys. You were on your way home in Billy’s car.

Eddie unlocked the apartment door, a hand on your back for you to enter first.

“I’m gonna hop in the shower,” you said.

“Movie?” Eddie asked.

“Definitely.”

The shower gave you time to think about what had happened.

Jason was prepared to steal your clothes, and not only that, he had gone through your bag to find your bra and underwear. And even though Billy told you why Jason did it, you only started to internalize it at this moment.

Your relationship with Billy and Eddie wasn’t what others expected. You knew when they had seen you walking around with one or the other, they assumed you were cheating. Then, the gossip really ignited when you were first seen with both of them, your hand on Billy’s elbow and the other holding Eddie's.

You had eyes on you in the grocery store and caught parts of conversations between people trying to be quiet.

Isn’t that…?

She’s with both of those guys?

Do you think they’re making her do it?

Those were bad enough, but then there were the people who took things too far.

You think she takes them both?

Wonder if I can be the fourth.

Fucking skank.

It didn’t get to you much anymore. You had boyfriends in the past, but nothing could compare to the trust and communication with Billy and Eddie. You loved them with everything you had, and they loved you.

They drowned out everyone’s comments with their reassurances. And soon enough, you rarely notice it.

The novelty of your relationship died down, most people not even batting an eye. But Jason and his friends could never let it go. It was like they were…offended by it—like it was so unnatural, so dirty, so foul, that it was up to him to cleanse it. He wanted to fit everything into a little box, and when it didn’t, there was no telling what he’d do.

You dried off, threw on a pair of shorts, and swiped one of Billy’s shirts.

When you finished, the movie was ready, and popcorn sat on the coffee table.

You took your spot between them, leaning your back into Eddie once he threw his arm across the couch and placing your legs on Billy’s lap. His hand drew patterns from your toes to your knees.

The movie was halfway over when your earlier thoughts returned. And you looked at Billy, the light from the TV illuminating him.

He must have felt it because he glanced your way, then gave you a small smile.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Thank you,” you said, reaching a hand out for him to take.

“For what?”

Eddie paused the movie.

“For stopping Jason,” you said.

Eddie shifted, making you move so you could see both of them.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby,” Billy said, glancing at Eddie.

“Yeah, sweetheart, we’ll always have your back. We’ll always protect you,” Eddie said.

“I know.” You kissed Eddie. “I know.” Then Billy. “I just needed you both to know how grateful I am for you two.”

“Trust me. We know,” Eddie said.

Billy nodded. “And we feel the same about you.”

You smiled, looking down, then back.

“Love you both,” you mumbled shyly.

“Love you, too,” Eddie said, kissing your shoulder.

“Love you.” Billy brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

You snuggled further into them, letting their warmth sink into you as Eddie pressed play.

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calysimps · 1 year ago

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Music of the night - Bruce Wayne x reader

•Summary: Bruce finds a way to spend the time before the gala starts

•Content warnings: smut, afab!reader, oral (f recieving), no use of Y/N, petnames (darling, sweetheart)

I watched "Pretty Woman" the other day and was like "oh, yeah, I need to experience this with Bruce Wayne" so this is inspired by the piano scene in that movie.

SMUT - MINORS DNI!!!

You walked into Wayne Manor's ballroom, half an hour away from the begining of one of Bruce's galas. You saw Bruce standing in front of a mirror, straightening his tie. You walk up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders and taking them down to his tie, fixing it for him. "Thank you, darling" he says, his eyes fixed on your face as you work on his tie. When you're done you take a step back and look at him, your hands linger on his chest for a moment. "There. Now it looks perfect." You give him a quick kiss on the lips. He grabs your hands and pulls away, taking you in from head to toe. Your floor length black gown adorned with white ruffled fabric at the bottom, your pearl earrings, how pretty your hair looks, how pretty you look. "You look gorgeous." He says. But that's not what he wants to say. He wants to tell you you are beautiful, elegant, ravishing... But he settled for gorgeous. He takes one of your hands to his lips and kisses it softly, looking right into your eyes, making you smile at him. His kisses ascend up your arm to your shoulder and then to your mouth. His kiss went from soft and loving to passionate, almost hungry. He moved down to your neck, careful not leave marks just before the gala. "Bruce, we don't have time to-" He looked at the clock in the wall. 27 minutes before the gala starts. Plenty of time in his eyes.

"Please sweetheart, let me make you feel good. Just once." He said, knowing you were concerned about the time. You look at the clock "Just once?"

"Unless you ask for more" You rolled your eyes and smirked, how could you refuse him? He saw your smirk and returned the smile, pressing his lips against yours once more and starting to walk. You feel yourself bump into something. As soon as he feels you've stopped walking he opens his eyes. You're now pinned between him and the grand piano. Without thinking he grabs your hips and sits you on top of the piano and starts to gather the fabric of your skirt, pushing it out of the way. He looks at you, asking for permission. You nod. With that he lowers your panties and sticks his head in between your legs, starting to lick between your folds. He was slow, enjoying the moment and making sure to taste you. As you become more desperate and your moans become louder his movements become faster. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, teasing your clit with his tongue as other hand holds onto to your hip to pull you closer to him. When you begin saying his name and cursing in between moans he wraps his mouth around your heat, swallowing as much as he can as you come over his mouth and fingers. He licks and kisses around your pussy and inner thighs to clean you up and then steps away from you, places a kiss on your lips and grabs your panties off the floor, tucking them in his jacket's pocket. "You'll get them back at the end of the night if you're good"

I hope this is not too short, or has too much "filler" or something, idk. I haven't written anything like this for forever and have never published anything but I've been reading fanfics and headcanons on Tumblr and wanted to write some myself. Btw my asks are open because I have 0 imagination and want people to give me ideas 🤭

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ddejavvu · 1 year ago

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idk if you’re still doing fairy!reader stuff but if you are: fairy!reader bringing a raccoon into the trailer (a la Linda Belcher) and Eddie’s just like “ok I love you and he’s adorable but prince jeremy marshmallows should probably go back outside”

today is multiverse monday, send me any au you can think of! :)

Eddie's not often speechless when he walks through the door of his trailer, he's usually the one inducing the shock in others. But today it's you that's disrupted the balance of the Munson household, by introducing its newest, furriest member.

He wishes you're sitting on his couch with a dog. He wishes you'd led a stray cat in from the rain. But the animal you're sitting with is grey and black, with stripes of white here and there along its dirty fur. It's chubby, it's tail is draped over the edge of the couch, and it's a fucking raccoon.

You grin up at Eddie, because of course you don't see anything wrong with it. Before he'd swooped you up and made you a bed out of his underwear drawer you'd probably ridden a nearby deer to some sort of fairy farmer's market to stock up on glitter for the week. There's no reason for you to think of raccoons as humans do, so you're a little but confused by Eddie's full stop in the doorway.

"Hi, Eddie," You gush, "This is Jeremy!"

"Jeremy," He muses, watching the raccoon chitter and crawl towards your lap to reach the bag of marshmallows you've raided from the pantry, "You- uh, he likes marshmallows?"

"That's his last name," You hand the raccoon his treat, looking up at Eddie like you're viewing him matter-of-factly over the thick lenses of glasses, "Jeremy Marshmallows."

"Jeremy Marshmallows," He repeats, a little more relaxed as he leans into the doorframe. The animal doesn't seem rabid, just hungry, and he's more interested in munching on the treat between his paws than lunging for Eddie's ankles.

"Well, Mr. Marshmallows," Eddie clears his throat after the racoon's finished his treat, "Uh, hate to be a bad host, but you've gotta head out."

"But he's my friend," You frown, your brows scrunched, "I thought he could live here with us."

"No honey," He tries not to sound patronizing, but it really is a basic concept you need to learn, "You can live here because you don't have fleas. And I can leave you alone without worrying you'll chew through the wall. Raccoons aren't the same."

"But he's my friend," You reiterate, like maybe Eddie just didn't hear you the first time, "And I want him to stay."

"He can stay in the neighborhood," He compromises, watching Jeremy pick another marshmallow from the bag, "But he can't come into the trailer anymore. We'll make him a home, 'kay? Wayne can bring home some scrap wood from work, and I'll make him a real nice little bed. But he has to stay outside."

"He might get cold," You worry, and Eddie holds out a hand, asking for one of the marshmallows. You hand it to him, but he doesn't eat it, as you expect, he holds it up for Jeremy to see.

"He won't get cold, we'll give him a blanket," Eddie promises, "Here, dude. Come on, I know you want this, I'm gonna toss it outside for you. Okay?"

As soon as the animal locks its eyes onto the treat, Eddie chucks it out the door. He hasn't calculated that Jeremy will have to scramble over his feet to exit the trailer, so he does a little jump-and-squeal combo that he's not exactly proud of, but when the raccoon is safely outside, he shuts the door.

"Okay," He huffs, heart rate safely lowered now, "Uh- he didn't shit in here, did he?"

"No," You scowl, "He's not a pig. I hope he's okay."

You flutter beside Eddie's head to peer out the door, and Jeremy has planted himself in the grass just outside the trailer door. He's nibbling on the marshmallow Eddie had thrown, but the man suspects he'll be bored of waiting for more within the hour. That or he'll gnaw through the floor and Wayne will get a surprise in the shower tomorrow.

"He'll be alright, sweetheart," Eddie angles his shoulder towards you, happy when you take the invitation to flutter onto it and sit against his neck, "He's lived out there his whole life; he'll survive. And when we make him his bed, we'll put lots of marshmallows in there for him, okay?"

"Okay," You sigh, leaning your head against his cheek. He nestles into you the best he can without toppling you over, and turns to look over the half-empty bag of marshmallows you'd been feasting on.

"Well, I think we're doing pizza tonight," Eddie muses, "Wayne took the last of the lasagna to work, and those were gonna be dinner."

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 1 year ago

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you ain't woman enough

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Summary : some crazy diehard fan claims to steal your man, of course- you won't let that happen

Word Count : not too long, I hope

Warnings : 18+ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (25) also they're MARRIED to each other, no use of y/n, Gareth is (18), Jeff is (20) mentions of a fan having self-harm history, the lunatic fan (I named her Delancy, she's 18) can be very invasive, disrespectful, delusional and too obsessed with Eddie, alcohol consumption, mentions of pregnancy at the end, I think that's just it tho

What to Expect : angst and fluff teehee

Note To Reader : guys, you're not going to believe this because my fever just bounced back again making me suffer once more 💀 (but I'm good right now don't worry)

Author Note : LOVE LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH- OF COURSE YOU KNOW I'VE HAD TO MAKE A FIC WITH IT ;)) (idk if I feel satisfied about this fic but here it goes)

You and Eddie have been together for ages

A bit dramatic, isn't it?

But no, seriously, it's like you spend a lifetime every minute, hour and seconds being with him

Since high school, Eddie thought it's cruel joke when you talked to him for the first time

He had a bit of time to grow on you back then, but when you finally get to know him when he unsheds his layers of showing the tough act to people at school

He is actually very sweet

That's where it all took off

You're always been there

The Hellfire Club campaigns, The Hideout sessions, the best part is that you we're also there when he got his long-awaited diploma

Wayne loves you, gosh, Eddie can still vividly remember the teasing moments that make him so freaking embarrassed when it revealed that Eddie has a crush on you

It's the most silliest confession that you both shared to each other, giggling at the same time

It's also wholesome in a way that you feel like yourself when you're with him than you're own

That's says something

You watch him grew to become one of the highest paid rock bands all of time, Corroded Coffin

Back in graduation in college, he said that he'll marry you and you'll be on his side while he's touring around the world

The words you told him never left his mind

"Always keep your dreams alive, Ed's"

You both love metal music, films, obviously certified nerds, always excited when you're both talking about your favorites

I mean- what's not to love?

"You're ready? sweetheart?"

"Yeah"

You gave him 360° turn to your full ensemble for the tonight's show

Oh, he was stunned at it, he takes a minute to process

"Well?"

"You look fantastic- I mean- hot, super super hot"

You snort "Okay, let's go rockstar"

You've prepared yourself for this since the beginning, the moment that Eddie got himself big time at a record label

You know what you're in for

You're ready to face it all, the tabloids, loads of paparazzi everywhere, awestruck fans that recognize the both of you walking in the streets of L.A

You also know once you entered this business, there's no longer privacy that you knew before

The fandom that Eddie has is like a freaking movement almost like an activist, every false lies, rumors, gossips, they defend him with his bandmates

You adore them, really, grateful for it

The head of the official fanbase of Corroded Coffin is really nice and respects everyone of you, even treat you like normal human beings

They organized parties when it's time for an occasion like Corroded Coffin won a Grammy, New Year's, when someone in the band has a birthday, it's really great

Sometimes, you wish every fan is just like that, or sometimes even not a fan, you wished they'll treat you kindly

While eating lunch with Eddie at a local diner downtown

"You know, there's a young girl keeps looking at our spot for like 30 mins now" Eddie is wearing Ray-Ban black sunglasses as he quietly speaks as he takes a sip of his coffee

You had a mouth full of philly cheesesteak as you turned around to find what your husband is referring to

There, you spot her, when you catch her eyes, she simply look away shyly

You hum as you shrug "It looks like she wants to say something"

"Oh, boy, here she comes"

Before you can react to what he just said, she's now standing to where you both seated but she gave a distance for personal space that leaves an impression to the both of you

Eddie caught a glimpse of the young girl's wrist with marks of healed pocks, you saw it too, he watches her intently but when he saw how genuine her eyes are, he knows this isn't some weird fanatic

You cleared your throat as you smile at the young girl

"Uh- hi, I'm so very sorry, if I made you both uncomfortable but I- I just want to express my gratitude, your songs really helped me a lot and ever since I stopped doing it for 5 years already and I feel a whole lot better and uh- your love story has always been my favorite- it's very inspiring and I've always been looking up to the both of you and uh- yeah thanks for everything" she leaves at that

the young girl went on and on with her slightly ducked down too shy to even look at the both of your eyes

"That's really sweet" you say with twinkling eyes as you kept your eyes on the young girl

"Wow, see- this is why I'm doing this! I will keep on making music when something like that happens! I can help people!" He beams exhilaratingly with a smile

"Eddie, haven't you realized you've been doing this since highschool?" You hold his hand across the table

"Yes, I know and I will do what I do best" he winks and you by that look

You know he's gonna make this interaction memorable

"Hey, kid"

The young girl almost can't believe the Eddie Munson called her out

"We appreciate you so much" he says as he picked the whole new latest album from his bag

Young girl is appalled, felt weak on the knees almost, you giggled at her reaction

To make everything go insane, he even signed the album cover

You hand it out to her "We're so proud of you"

She takes it with shaky hands as she laughs "I-I'm sorry, I'm freaking out inside, thank you so very much"

"You'll be the first person to hear it"

"I'll listen to it once I get home, I will never forget this day in my life!"

You and Eddie both chuckled "Treasure it, sweetie! You deserve it!"

"I love you both so much, you have absolutely no idea! um- I'll be attending your show this coming Saturday" you shyly added with a grin

You squealed as you look at Eddie with excitement, he took his glasses off

"That's very metal, dear" he makes a rock n roll sign as the kid does the same time, both shared laughs

You watched the kid happily as she runs over to her parents with the album in hand as they become starstrucked when they saw both of you, waving at their daughter

You sigh in content "Isn't that just awesome?!?" You slam your hands on the table feeling giddy

Eddie throws his head back in laughter as his mind replays the endearing interaction earlier

"My manager is going to kill me after this"

"Oh, yeah right- you weren't supposed to reveal your latest album yet"

"I doubt it she'll not spread it to everyone"

"I'll drink to that"

Turns out, both of your guts we're right, the young girl didn't leaked the whole ass album for the whole world to hear

The tour was going fantastic, the crowd roars, screams, cheers everyone is going nuts once the band came out the stage

The after-party is your favorite part when the set is done, it's just you, Eddie, Jeff and Gareth hanging out

It's like old times, the difference is that all of you are a part of public figures now

But, no, never once or anyone of you let that get into your head, you don't want to believe or let yourself be aware of that "I'm a celebrity and you're nothing" type of shit, all of you remained humble since day one

No wonder why people adored you so much

Jeff finished his degree last year, now he's got himself a babe beside him, Gareth only have 2 years left at his college

He is so sick of it already, but he won't stop until he finally graduated

"Now, I get it why- Eddie feels so fucking drained after college" Gareth groans as he sats down next to you

"But my tutoring while on the tour bus helped, right?" You gave him an sympathetic smile

He smiles tiredly "Yeah, I'm just so exhausted but I'm almost there"

"That's the spirit!"

"Man, I don't know how you do it, are you getting enough sleep?" Jeff chimes in as he drinks his beer as he awaits for his friend to answer

"I don't even remember when's the last time I got a good night's sleep"

"Your time has run out" a voice rudely interrupted your conversation

You, Jeff, Gareth turn around at the girl who is standing closer to you

Jeff and Gareth shared confusion looks to each other

"Excuse me?" You say as look at her directly

"I said he's done with you"

"Who?"

"Eddie"

Jeff makes a face and Gareth is unamused, offended by it

You tried your best to be polite as you wave your hand in front of her dismissively, maybe it's just some girl who mistakenly thought you're someone that she knew

"He doesn't love you anymore"

Who is this person? You think to yourself

You laugh incredulously as you lean forward, Jeff and Gareth looked at you and thinks why you're aren't doing anything to be mean just for once

They're watching the nicest argument ever

"You have to let him go" she says as she crossed both of her arms

"Why would I do that?"

"So, I can take him"

You, Jeff and Gareth looked at each other with knowing looks as you tried to keep your composure stable

The bartender is clearly knows what the fuck is going on and couldn't help but to bite back a laughter as well

"Ooh- okay, hot shot- gimme a sec" you say with a mockery on your voice as you bit your lip to stop bursting to any second

You kick Jeff and elbowed Gareth to stop them from snickering

"Hey, Francis" you paid for the tabs, you treat the guys for the drink tonight

"You didn't have to-"

"I insist, you always gave me fine drinks and you never let me pay? Come on- take it"

The older man smiles and sighs and muttered a small thank you

All of you go down to your rotating circle chairs, but before you left her, you twirl around with a teasing smile

She became annoyed at you, you didn't even know what the hell she's annoyed at you for

"Sorry to burst your bubble, you can't do that"

"What makes you think that I can't?" She snaps and it makes you amused

Jeff and Gareth make a teasing "Oooh's" as you flipped the guys off behind your back

"Because-" you looked at her from top to bottom

She really wasted her beauty for pulling a stunt like this?

"You aren't there yet"

You know, she ain't gonna understand that phrase because she's young, you didn't even bother to explain what it means so you turn heel and left her at it

You wiggle your fingers at her as you wave goodbye and she watches the three you finally booming the streets with the loud cackles

At the backstage, 10 mins left before the show starts

"Eddie! Stand still!" You say as you fix his outfit

"I've been performing for years and I still get nervous" he says with a unsure smile

"That's totally normal, Eddie, once you get out of there and feel all of the people energy and literally once you start singing? You'd be great like you always do" you say as you finish doing touch ups to his look

He didn't replied, he instead hugged you

"Oh" you got startled at his sudden action but you melt with it

"Thank you, sweetheart"

"Anytime, Ed's"

A frequent knock is going on the door, almost breaking it, he swung it open- he got cutt off by someone

"Alright, alright! I'll be there-"

"Where have you been?!? I've looked for you everywhere!"

"What-"

"Didn't you missed me?!?"

You lean onto your side of the doorframe with arms crossed as Eddie looked at you for help almost like he's saying "Do you have any idea who is this person?!?"

The young lady who you encountered last night meet your eyes, you swore you saw the fire ignited once you came into the frame

"What is she doing here?!?"

Eddie is so perplexed as he continues to look at the random girl and you just smirk to yourself

She reached for Eddie's hand as he became so stunned at her action and you raised both of your eyebrows at her boldness

The audacity of this person is wild

"Honey? Care to explain, please?" Eddie is obviously trying to let go of the grip that she's holding onto him

"Oh, I just met her last night and how rude of me not knowing your name- if you even had one" you sarcastically speak up, it's very comedic to watch her face crumpled up to your smugness

"It's Delancy"

"Yeah, right- Delancy!" You act like it was the most interesting information ever

Eddie is watching you with a wolfish grin, he finally understood it

"I'm here to support my boyfriend" she lOviNgLy looks up at Eddie, the situation doesn't even get worse from there as he looks at you through his bangs as he purses his lips together

"Sweetie, before you can get to him, I'll have to move over and I'm gonna stand right here"

"You can't!"

"It will be over my dead body"

Eddie finally got away from the hold as he looks at her with fake sympathetic smile with a pout as he throws both of his hands in defense

You glanced at the corner and saw the security guards probably looking for her

You lean closer as you say "So, get out while you can" you nudge your chin towards the guards and she panic as she runs away

"Oh my fucking god" Jeff jogs as he tries to catch up his breath

"Give me a minute" Gareth holds up a finger as he pants

"So, she's the girl that you little shitheads talking about, huh?"

Both of the young men nod as they chuckled slightly

"Can't believe she got herself inside" you scoff as you shake your head

"Hmm, maybe there's a way to end this ridiculousness" Eddie smirks as all of you looked at him in confusion

The show is exhilaratingly amazing, Eddie called out for you, is this his plan?

You shyly get up on the stage as the crowd cheers for your name

Once you walked closer to Eddie he pulled you in for a kiss

You're surprised but managed to recover as you wrap your arms around him as you kiss him back

Jeff whistles as Gareth clapped aggressively

The whole crowd screamed harder as Eddie pulled you closer more to him as if that were possible, you became flustered as you break the kiss from running out of breath but Eddie?!? Kept stealing kisses as you giggled

"My beautiful wife everybody!" Eddie announces in the microphone not caring if your lipstick is all over his face

"Thank you guys for the insane night! We love you! We appreciate all of your support! Take care and we'll see you soon! Keep on rockin'!" Eddie left with that as Jeff and Gareth came onto your side as they join you for a bow before all of you waved goodbye and exit the stage

The interview is happening in the morning after the last night's show

"Have you heard about the rumor? There's basically a young girl claiming your husband, Eddie, to be as her boyfriend? What is your comment about this?"

Gareth chimes in with a smirk on his face as he leans over to steal a moment in the camera "No comment" he says as Eddie, Jeff snickered as you chuckled as well

"Yeah, I did, I even interacted with her- she seems....interesting"

"Interesting for a therapy" Jeff adds as the three man crack up to his joke

"She even said that Eddie looked at her at the concert last evening" the interviewer spoke up as you can watch Eddie genuinely reacted to this

"Oh my god" Eddie rubs his face as he hides his face buried on his palms as he tries not to laugh

"Well, a man looks at things sometimes that he doesn't need, I think she's referring to what happened at the backstage-"

"I took a second look-" Eddie narrows his eyes at you

"But he's in love with me" you point to yourself ignoring your cheeks blush

"Exactly" Eddie grins as you held his hand

"She even said that the kiss that happened was a fake"

"I don't know where that leaves her" you shrug at the interviewer

"You know where you stand"

You chortled at the interviewer's remark, knowing that this will even more pissed her off

"Precisely, I know where I stand" you agree as you nod

"And there you have it, folks, The Corroded Coffin, it's such a delight to finally to get to talk to you all and the man of the hour, Eddie Munson with his wife, Jeff and Gareth the icons behind the band, Thank you for tuning in!" The interviewer wraps it all up

"Please, do invite your fans to come on over to your tours"

"it's our pleasure, to share our music around the world and all we wanna do is just inspire people" Eddie smiles at the camera while he always pulled you into his side, you love that he never fails to show you off

As the airing ends, Eddie whispers to your ear

"Let's make her even more furious" Eddie bites his lips as he could think for a conniving idea

You snorted at him with a playful smile

"Telling to everyone that you're having a baby" he winks

"Eddie!" You push him playfully on the chest but he laughs as he carries you and spins around at the studio

But he ain't wrong with that, you'll even consider it later ;))

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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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We're A Family Part 10 (Steddie X You)

A/N: I had many feels with this one. From this point forward I may start aging everyone up a bit just because I have some ideas with Steddie being girl dads and then Dylan needing them for advice all growing boys need. Im also drooling to get to teacher Steve... We also may throw another kid in there. Idk. Definitely not 6 @sidthedollface2 !!!

Warnings: ANGST and SMUT with a dash of fluff. Reader interacts with her mother which is always fun (I may also be dealing with things personal in this regard that flowed into my writing...), Reader and boys fight! I know! Its a small one though. She mentions feelings from her previous marriage and feeling like she isn't enough. Um...I think that it.

Word count: 4085

“Dada…da…da…”

“I know, sweetheart. I miss them to.”

You and Aurora were sitting on the floor of your bedroom while Dylan laid a few feet away patting the floor.

“Come on, Ro. You can do it.” She giggled at her brother as she tried to take a step forward before falling back on her butt.

This was the fourth day in a row that the guys hadn’t been home in time for dinner. Eddie had been working late at the shop while Steve had stayed behind at school to work on a project he had due. You missed them terribly but you would never bring it up. They were both working so hard to take care of you and the kids but you’d be lying if you said there weren’t a few times you had some flashbacks to your previous marriage.

You reminded yourself constantly that this was different. Charlie had always been out on the town with his friends or fucking other women behind your back. Eddie and Steve were both at work. You weren’t allowed to be angry…right? It’s ok though. The guys said tomorrow everything would go back to normal…right?

The sound of your phone ringing startled you back to reality.

“Hello?”

“Hey! Is my son there?”

“Lynette? No, he isn’t and if he was I wouldn’t let you talk to him.”

She aggressively sighs. “Just like Wayne. So fucking self-righteous. I need to know if he’s going to the hearing.”

“Oh, well, I can answer that. No. Now leave him alone.”

Dylan laughed as you hung up the phone. “You’re so spicy, mom.”

“Yeah, it comes with old age.” He laughs harder as you laugh with him. “You want to watch a movie, weirdo?”

##################

Steve sighed as he quietly opened the front door to a relatively dark house. Like you had been doing all week, the kitchen light remained on illuminating the entryway enough for him so he could see.

“Hey, Munson.”

“Harrington. You’re just walking in to I see?”

He nodded as he reached for the fridge door, softly smiling at the food you left behind for them.

“We don’t deserve her.” As he turns back around, he notices Eddie reading the note you left behind. Even though you could text them, you always left a note on the counter giving them a play by play of the evening. The metalhead hands it to Steve as he retrieves a beer and leans against the counter.

“Eddie and Steve,

Dylan insisted on Chinese food so I ordered you both something and left it in the fridge. He had a good day and even told me about a new girl in his class :P. I think he likes her.

Ro still hasn’t got walking down. Our son keeps calling to her like she’s a dog and all she does is laugh lol She has definitely mastered crawling for sure. I saved the lives of one of your guitars, Ed!

She asks for you guys a lot. At night while we’re watching tv, she’ll point or look around and call out for ‘dada’. She misses you two…we all do…

Eddie, baby, your mom called my phone tonight looking for you asking about the hearing. I told her you didn’t want to go. I wanted to give you a heads up just in case she tries calling you to.

I love you both so much,

Y/N <3 “

“Steve, one of us should at least be here.”

“I know… I don’t know what to fucking do, Eddie. This is a big project for the semester and then I have to still go to work and make money. What about you?”

“I’m working to, man. I have more responsibility now and not just here. I…”, he exhales as he heads for the stairs. “I’m too fucking tired.”

Their hearts break when they enter the bedroom, finding all three of you asleep on the bed. Steve carefully picks up Aurora from your chest as Eddie pries Dylan from your hip, carrying them to their respective areas.

Without even changing, they threw themselves into bed next to you, pulling you into their embrace as they fell asleep.

#############

When you woke up, they were both already gone for work. The only reason you knew they even came home was because you could still smell their scent lingering in the sheets.

For the rest of the Saturday, you busied yourself around the house to make the time go by faster. Eddie and Steve were supposed to come home by 6 but the anger didn’t start to rise until 7 when neither of them had come back yet. Stomping to your phone you noticed a few texts you had missed. Steve said that the group he was working with in his class had some free time so he was going to run to one of their houses to finish up their project and Eddie said he had to work late again but promised he’d be home by 8 at the latest.

You fumed as you paced in the kitchen. They promised today everything would go back to normal. They told you things were going to go back to how they were so they could at least see the kids before they went to bed. Without thinking it through you grabbed your phone and texted them a response.

“Fuck you both.”

Thirty minutes later, both boys angrily barreled into the house, shocked to find not you but Kierra in the living room.

“I don’t know what you two did but my sister is pissed.”

“Where is she?”

“She said she needed to let off some steam.”

“Kierra, come on, we know you know where she is.”

Your sister glared in their direction, rising to her feet with Aurora on her hip.

“Dada. Dada.”, she clapped reaching for Steve.

“I’m taking them to my house to spend the night. Talk to her, gentlemen. Y/N can handle a lot but she won’t put up with another Charlie.” It was their turn to glare, hating being compared to your douchebag ex. “She’s at The Hideout. Bring your shield and swords. My sister isn’t exactly a happy drunk.”

##############

I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not supposed to be angry. I’m not—”

You chugged back the liquid in your glass as you lit another one of Eddie’s cigarettes. You imagined you looked pretty pathetic in a dark bar, smoking a cigarette in a shirt and jacket that were two sizes too big but you needed them close to you. Eddie’s jacket and one of Steve’s button up shirts were blanketed in their smells that had you hugging yourself as you tried to push back the tears that tried to run down your face.

“Man trouble?” Your eyes shoot up to meet your moms as she sits diagonal from you at the bar, ordering a drink of her own as she lights up the cigarette in her mouth. “I swear me being here is a coincidence. It seems Mrs. Harrington and I don’t have a lot to talk about these days. Plus, she spends less time at that country club now that she’s at your house more.”

“Can I just drink alone, please?”, you whine.

Your mother nods as she takes a sip of the martini that was handed to her. “How’s, um, how’s Dylan?”

“You would know if you bothered to come by or even call.” She looks down as you snap at her, immediately feeling guilty. “He’s doing ok. He plays baseball now and is dead set on teaching Aurora how to walk.”

“Is that the baby’s name?”

“My daughter, your granddaughter? Yes, it is.”

Your mother sighs as she turns to fully face you. “I don’t have a problem with her. I hope you know that. Janet showed me some pictures of her. She’s really beautiful.”

“No, you just have a problem with her mother being together with her fathers.”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Y/N! She has ONE father. ONE parent. How are you going to explain that to her when she gets older. Hell, how are you going to explain it to her now?! I imagine for a toddler that will be extremely confusing. And have you even considered what school will be like for her?! You’re so selfish, Y/N.”

You chugged down the rest of the liquor in your glass as you began to subtly cry. You already felt selfish for being angry with the boys…this is the last thing you needed.

“Y/N, let me call Eddie to pick you up!”

“I’m not driving, Nick!”, you shouted as you exited the bar.

As you began your trek into the parking lot, your mother’s voice floated from behind you.

“Y/N, come on. Let me drive you home.”

“Don’t!”, you snap as you turn on her. “Don’t pretend like you fucking care about me now. Don’t patronize me and pretend like you give a fuck about me or my kids! You told Charlie all about my life and things he didn’t need to fucking know which kick started a brand-new custody filing which fucking back fired because even a court so far seems to think my home is better than his! He felt so cornered he took him from school without telling me and got arrested. Did you know that?”

“Did you know that no one makes fun of Dylan at school and most of his friends think it’s ‘cool’ he has three parents? Of course, my son doesn’t care about that. All he cares about is the fact that he finally has men in his life who are there and actually make him feel wanted!”

This was a long time coming. Everything you been holding in was finally spilling out of you and you couldn’t reel it back in. A hand suddenly touched your arm but you didn’t bother turning around. At that moment, it didn’t matter.

“Y/N, baby, come on.”, Steve murmured before you yanked out of his grasp.

“Aurora may only be one but believe it or not she understands that these two are her father. Biologically, yes, one helped make her but it takes more than that to be a parent but you wouldn’t understand anything about that, would you? I haven’t seen you in almost 2 years and why?! Because I found two good people I love and love me back? Jesus, you’re right. I am fucking selfish! I’m not perfect!”

As you spoke, Eddie and Steve tried to pull you towards the car but you kept fighting to get out of their grasp.

“Why am I not enough for you?”

Eddie finally stepped in front of you, blocking your mom from your view as he grabbed your biceps forcing you to look at him.

“Stop! Stop... Get in the car, sweetheart.”

Steve opened the back door, guiding you in before facing your mom. “You know, for someone who cares about how people perceive her, you give off a really shitty image. Maybe it’s time to consider if you’re trying to impress the right people.”

#############

You barge into the house and head straight for the liquor cabinet in the kitchen.

“Fucking child proof...garbage…ugh!”, you whine as you aggressively pull on the child lock attached to the door.

“You don’t need anymore alcohol, Y/N.” Both men were leaning against opposite counters watching you.

“I’m sorry, Steven, but you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m an adult—”

“Whose acting like a child.”, Eddie cut you off.

“Said the man who acts like a kid 24/7.” You glare at them as you exhale. “Fuck this. I’m going to bed.” As you tried to head towards the stairs, they both cut you off. “Move.”

“Or what?”, Steve challenged.

It had been awhile since you saw this version them; the angry version that didn’t mind playing into your attitude with a fury of their own.

Turning on your heels, you planned to go around the counter through the living room but Eddie cut you off.

“What was that text about? ‘Fuck you both.’”

“You BOTH promised me you would be home today?!”

“Sorry, honey. Shit came up. It’s not like we’re out on the town or having any fucking fun! Eddie and I are working our asses off!”

“So do I! I work an 8hr shift AND come home to take care of TWO kids alone!”

“We talked about this, Y/N. You knew when Steve started school and I took that promotion our schedules would be tight. You said you were fine with it.”

“Well maybe I’m not! And tight is completely different that not seeing you at all.”

“What do we do then, huh? You want me to quit my job so we can scrape by for the next year and a half? Maybe, Ed can go back to his old position that he hated. At least everyone would be fucking happy!”

You marched outside, slamming the backdoor as you lit a fresh cigarette.

“Hey! Don’t walk away! We aren’t done.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”, you screamed. Your hands beginning to shake as the tears started to flow again. “I don’t know, Eddie. I-I know I’m not allowed to be angry and I know that you guys aren’t doing anything wrong or anything like that. But I hear Dylan talk and see Aurora search for you…then I go to bed alone and I just…I feel like I did when I was married to Charlie.”

“That’s…”, Steve aggressively sighs as he tries to control his temper. “That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“I know but, fuck. Maybe I am selfish.”

“If there’s one thing you’re not, sweetheart, it’s selfish. Don’t bring your mom’s ignorance into this because what she thinks about you and us doesn’t matter. What I do want to focus on is you’re the second person today to compare us to your ex and I don’t fucking like it.”

“Me either.”, Steve chimed in.

“Y/N, we know you went through a lot with him and still are but we aren’t him. How would you feel if we said something you did reminded us of Emily.” You cringed at the thought. “Exactly. We would never fucking hurt you the way Charlie did and we would never fucking give up on you either.” You made a funny face in his direction so Eddie continued.

“Baby, he stopped fighting for you the moment he cheated on you. Fucking asshole was so petty he wouldn’t even let the mother of his child and son stay in their home.”

“If he hadn’t done that though, I never would have met you two.” You flashed them a slanted smile as you wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking when I sent that text earlier. You know me, I saw red and… I was just so excited you guys were going to be home.”

Your gaze shifted between theirs as something quickly passed through their eyes, something you hadn’t seen directed towards you since living across from them...

“I’m going to go get ready for bed.” You grin again, tossing the cigarette into the ashtray before swishing past them into the house.

A hand abruptly grabs your shoulder, spinning you around as lips crash to yours. The many rings on his fingers tells you its Eddie as he pushes you against the living room wall. There’s a neediness to both your energies as he hastily unbuttons your pants and slides his hand under the waistband of your panties, making you moan as he roughly inserts two of his fingers into your cunt.

You cling to his neck as he sucks on yours, thrusting into you at an aggressive pace.

“E-Eddie… slow…oh my god…slow down.”

Without a word, he does as you ask, choosing to curl his fingers deep inside of you. Your legs began to shake as you reached down to grip his wrist. You tried to pull at his hair to look at his face but his lips remained attached to your neck. Instead, you searched for Steve, finding him leaning beside you both, his eyes overshadowed with that determination you saw before.

Tonight, it was just you three and it had been so long since you had been together not just sexually but intimately. You were hurting and so were they. They missed you as much as you missed them and tonight they were going to show you how much. Tonight, the house belonged to you guys and they were going to make you scream their names so all of Hawkins understood you were theirs, no matter what.

You moan his name repeatedly as you cum, yanking Steve’s shirt to bring his lips to yours. As soon as Eddie removed his hand, the other man lifted you into his arms, bringing you into the kitchen and placing you on the island in the middle. The metalhead came around to grip your waist as Steve aggressively tugged off your jeans and panties.

After pulling you closer to the edge, he threw off his shirt before kneeling, opening your legs wider, and wrapping his mouth around your clit. His motions were just as fast as Eddie, not allowing you much time to catch your breath. Lips and teeth warmed your breast as Eddie switched between the two.

“I…guys…please…fuck…” You were struggling to form words as they both overwhelmed your senses. The sharp, cold temperature of the granite hit your back as you laid flat against it, thrusting your hips against the man’s face till you felt the coil snap and you came again. Eddie lifted you, placing you on your feet, and turning you so your back was to his chest.

He fumbled with his belt as he walked you towards the stairs, kicking them and his boxers to the side as you fall forward onto the steps. The man licks his hand, pumping himself a few times before pushing into you as you moan. His fingers clung to your hips as he thrust into you, the obscene sound of skin hitting skin filling the area.

Footsteps echoed beside you as Steve pushed off his own attire tossing it to the ground. After sliding himself in front of you, your hands grip his thighs for support as you encase his cock with your lips.

He grunts at the feeling as you moan and bob your head, pulling your hair into a ponytail so he can watch you take him. Eddie falls forward, grinding into your pussy hard as his hands roam your now sweaty body.

You lift your head, continuing to jerk him as fast as you can, shouting Eddie’s name as you hurtle quickly over that ledge again. He groans as you flutter around him, pulling out before taking you in his arms as he heads for the bedroom.

Throwing you onto your back on the mattress, he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and breaches your entrance again as he chases his high. Steve climbs up beside you, licking his fingers and reaching between you to rub your swollen clit.

“Please…I can’t…again…too much…” They both silently continue what they were doing, lost in you and the moment. Eddie grunts as he cums, thrusting his hips till he empties inside of you.

Steve takes over as the other boy pulls out and backs away, sliding himself into you before pushing your legs together and turning you on your side. This position had him deeper inside of you then you had ever felt as you gripped the sheets for support, needing to hold on to something as he smacked his hips against yours.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his hand reaching for yours, quickly reaching over to take it as he gripped you tightly. The sound of your whimpers and moans escalated until you couldn’t hold back anymore, crying and shouting Steve’s name into the darkness. His body folded over your own slightly as his rhythm sputtered and he came, rope after rope filling you up.

The room feel quiet except for your sniffles into the blankets. Someone gently lifted you into their arms and carried you to the bathroom before placing you on your feet by the tub. Looking up, you met Eddie’s soft brown eyes as he smiled, brushing your hair behind your ear. A loud grunt left him as you practically tackled him, wrapping your arms around his waist as you cried into his chest. Steve came up behind you, hugging you as he rested his cheek on your head.

They waited for the bathtub to fill before releasing you, holding your hand as you stepped inside and immediately tugged your knees under your chin as they joined you. After Steve delicately pulled up your hair, he tenderly ran his palms along your shoulders and down your arms as Eddie cleaned your body.

“I don’t like this…the silence…” The only reason you knew they heard you was because their movements paused for a moment before they continued. “Please say something.”

“You’re more than enough.” Your eyes met Eddie’s in total confusion. “You asked your mom why you weren’t enough and I know part of the reason you feel the way you’ve been feeling is because Charlie made you believe that to. You’re MORE than enough. You are everything.”

“You’re not selfish for feeling the way you’ve been feeling, Y/N.”, Steve continued after. “We miss you to and the kids. When you said Dylan has been trying to show Ro how to walk more, I panicked like what if we weren’t here when she finally did?”

You sighed as you leaned against his chest.

“We finished our project so I’m done there and, of course, the semester ends next week so I’ll be home more. Maybe next semester, I can cut back on some of my hours at work. Things might be a bit tight but…”

“Maybe not.”

“What do you mean, Ed?”

“The owner of the shop, Scott? He’s retiring after the new year. Part of the reason I’ve been staying late is because… he’s been talking about giving the garage to me.”

“Eddie, oh my god. That’s amazing!” You lean forward wrapping your arms around his neck. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up including my own if he decided against it. But, baby, this would mean I could be home more and we would have more money. Steve could even solely focus on school but knowing him he would insist on continuing to work.”

“You’re not wrong.”, Steve chuckles.

“But what about music? Corroded Coffin?”

“I can practice more with them to. Sweetheart, I’m not going to become a rockstar in the next year.”, he laughs.

“You’re already a rockstar to me.”, you smile as you kiss his lips.

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“Oh hey, look. The entire Munson-Harrington clan came to get you guys AND they seem happy.”, Kierra grins as she opens her door wider to allow you three into her home. “Did you fall on your knees and beg for forgiveness?”

“Eh something like that.”, Eddie laughs.

“Your mother was at the bar to last night. I’m not sure if she told you that.”

Your sister sighed at Steve’s comment. “I swear to God, that woman can be so…ugh! What did she say, Y/N?” When you didn’t answer, she turned to face you, noticing your eyes focusing on the kids.

Dylan was holding Aurora’s hand allow her to balance before letting her go. She took one wobbly step forward before falling on her butt and smiling up at him. You sunk to your knees placing yourself a small distance away from her. Your son lifted her up again, holding her hand as he guided her towards you before letting her go. She stood still just for a moment as she looked your way.

“Come here, baby. I missed you. Give mama a hug?”

You reached out your arms as she giggled before slowly taking two steps forward. She almost fell catching herself on her hands before pushing back to a standing position.

“Ma…mama!”

She took two more determined steps by herself before falling into your lap.

“Oh, Wayne’s going to hate that.”, Eddie grinned.

“God job, Ro.” Steve kissed her forehead as she keened into your neck.

“Get ready, boys. Here comes the fun part. Running after a toddler around a two story house with sticky fingers.”, Kierra laughed as she wrapped her arms around you leaning her head on the Aurora’s back.

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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 1 year ago

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Remember me as small (I fear I've swallowed the sun whole)

comfort came against my will - series masterlist here

pairing: mentioned dick grayson x reader, platonic bruce wayne x reader

length: 900

genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: bruce is a sort of father figure to reader, reader kind of has a meltdown, dick is idk downstairs partying while this happens

a/n: soft launching Good Dad Bruce Wayne here before I let y'all have the bruce wayne verse, I think it's nice to read it isn't always easy before this but it's unnecessary

You're standing in Bruce's study when he finds you, drink in one hand while the other stays wrapped around your own waist - like a child clinging to their parent, except the only person you had to cling to was yourself. You don't move when he approaches, quietly closing the door behind him and coming to stand next to you, eyeing where the joint contract of your company's new deal with Wayne Industries sits framed on his wall amongst his various other professional achievements.

"Have I made enough of myself?" you ask quietly, and the tone of your voice sends warnings through Bruce's head. He's heard you like that before - small and scared and tired. Unsure. And you never let yourself be seen as unsure. But he'd seen it a few times, many years ago when he'd first met you, a lost child with your hackles raised too high to let him help you. He didn't like hearing that voice coming from you, especially not now when you were here in his home - somewhere where you should be safe and happy.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" he prompts gently, tenderly pulling your drink out of your hands and setting it on a nearby table. You look at him with wide, watery eyes and his heart clenches.

"Have I done enough?" you whisper, as if speaking any louder would tear holes in the blanket you've pulled over your emotions. "I'm not small anymore, right? Not like I was. I… I'm bigger now. I'm good now. I grew into something good, right? I made… I made something of myself… didn't I?"

"If you made any more of yourself, sweetheart, you'd outgrow the sun," he whispers back as he takes one of your hands in both of his, flipping it so that your palm is facing up and he can smooth over the tension under your skin with gentle thumbs and soft pressure.

"Do you remember when I was small?" you ask tentatively, keeping your eyes trained on your joined hands while he keeps his own trained on you.

"Yes," he says easily, squeezing your hand in acknowledgement. I'm here, it meant. I'm here and I remember you. "Although you were hardly small, even then. Your heart was so big, you just needed time to grow into it."

"Did I grow up well?" your voice wavers and Bruce pulls you closer to him by your joined hands before placing your palm on his chest over his heart. I'm here. I'm here and I'm real and I remember you. He hopes you can feel that through the beating of his heart.

"You grew up perfectly," he says, conviction clear in his voice. "And I couldn't be more proud." You make a small, wounded sort of sound at that and your breath hitches in a way he knows means you're about to cry. He begins to move to pull you into him but pauses when you brace yourself on your own two feet, determinedly steadying yourself on your own against the tidal wave of your emotions.

"Bruce?" you ask. He hums in response.

"I want to go back to being small." That throws him. Of all the confessions that could have passed your lips, that wasn't one he was expecting. The tears that begin to stream down your face, at least, he's prepared for. "I want to be small again, I - I want to go back to when I was small and you offered to love me and take me in and - and I want to say yes this time." You're really crying now, hot tears streaking your cheeks and your chest heaving. "I should've let you when you offered and it's too late and I just - I want to go back to when I could've been loved because I can do it right this time I can say yes I -"

Bruce stops you then, finally, shushing you gently (but firmly, in that authoritative, fatherly way that he does) and pulls you closer to him so that you can bury your face in his chest and sob into the fabric of his dress shirt. He holds you like that for a good long while, doing his best to soothe you despite the worry that knots in his stomach. This isn't like you, he thinks. He doesn't like seeing you collapse like this. A part of him, though, although guilty, is almost relieved - pleased that you've turned to him instead of managing it on your own. As much as he hates to see you cry, he would always rather be there than turn away from you.

"Listen to me very closely, sweetheart," he says gently, once your sobs have quieted and calmed down to little sniffs and hiccups. You pull away to look at him. "It's not too late," he promises. "You're always home here - always. And I'll always be here. And… and I do love you. I've never been the best at showing it. I'm sure - I'm sure Dick's told you enough about that." You huffed out a laugh.

"Yea, uh, he's mentioned it."

"Yea," Bruce says, shifting his weight. "But, I do love you, and you're just as much my child as the others. I'm sorry I… I'm sorry I didn't realize you needed to hear that sooner. I'm sorry I didn't help more. I thought that maybe letting you keep yourself upright was the best thing to do. I didn't want to push, I - I was so afraid of pushing you away. But I never, ever, wanted you to feel unloved. You're home here, I promise."

#smsn.writes #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson fluff #dick grayson fic #dick grayson fanfiction #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x you #nightwing #nightwing x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne x you #good dad bruce wayne #batman #batman x reader

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 11 months ago

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Misc. Tag Game! ✨

thank you for the tags @ronald-speirs @panzershrike-pretz and @sharkboyandlavalieb !!!

Made by the amazing @ronald-speirs 💖

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

Hmmm I’m gonna have to go with when my mom, sister, and I all went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday! It was so much fun and just an incredible experience 💕

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Probably continuing my therapy journey! I’ve been in therapy continuously since I graduated in 2020 and I feel like I’ve made some good progress! I’m proud of myself for not giving up when things felt impassable

Favorite books?

Soooo i’m not too big on reading but something I will read over and over again is the fruits basket series!!!! That’s the only book series I’ve read in its entirety and I love every bit of it!!!

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

It’s not the dart scene at the start of replacements idk what you’re talking about

Favorite thing about your culture?

About being American? I guess just the fact that BoB is American 🤣

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

Umm i think in April ‘23?? @dontirrigateme and I had just watched the x-men first class movies and wanted to watch more James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender, so of course we watched BoB… the world has never been the same

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favorite?

I’m trying to read Ambrose’s book right now, but I have Winters’ Beyond Band of Brothers, Guarnere and Babe’s book, and a couple others on my shelf!! (if anyone finds Webster’s shark book i promise you my first born for a copy of that)

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Oh goodness there’re so many!!! Ummm well right now I’m going thru a Liebgott phase oml the man makes me FOAM AT THE MOUTH so I’m gonna go with when he tends to Talbert on the Night of the Bayonet, like Liebgott is known for his temper and fighting but here (and with Tipper) you can see he’s an absolute SWEETHEART AAAA I WOULD DIE FOR JOSEPH DAVID LIEBGOTT

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

I’ve just recently started writing for BoB!! I also have some Pokemon x BoB collages that I’ve made 🥰

Favorite actor/actress and your favorite film of theirs?

Johnny Depp hands down, and absolutely pirates of the caribbean, it’s just all-around lovely and whimsical and amazing (fun fact till like middle school i had no idea what Johnny Depp actually looked like because my only references for him were Captain Jack Sparrow and Willy Wonka and they just did not look the same to me 🤣)

Favorite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

I think I’ve said this before, but it’s a quote from my blorbo Vincent Van Gogh, “I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

My dad’s retired Navy, so I grew up moving around until he retired when I was about 8!

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

ASDFDL I WOULDN'T MIND HAVING A BETA READER

Three things that make you smile? (I’m watching BoB rn so this is about to be BoB momes)

“CURRAHEEEEEEE!”

“We salute the rank not the man”

“I’m John Wayne! The costume department set me up with these nice navy whites, what do ya think!?”

Any nicknames you like?

Honestly I just feel warm and fuzzy when given any nickname, I’ve been called Em, Emmy, Ems, my favorite might be “Yellow,” I’ve had three separate best friends give me this nickname just cuz they associate me with the color yellow and sunshine vibes ✨

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

ASDJ:LKF THERE ARE SO MANY @dontirrigateme @panzershrike-pretz @ithinkabouttzu @executethyself35 @ronsparky @love--persevering @ronald-speirs @sweetxvanixlla @whollyjoly @xxluckystrike @venus-haze @thicccqueyoongimin @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @neptunes-blue @ewipandora @hanniewinnix @sharkboyandlavalieb @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @jump-wings @malarkgirlypop @mads-nixon @blueberry-ovaries @coco-bean-1218 @b00ks1ut AND SO SO MANY MORE I'M SORRY IF I DIDNT TAG YOU I PROMISE I LOVE YOU

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Cry and die probably

Favorite movie?

Bohemian Rhapsody, the Mummy, and Pirates of the Carribean, and the Blair Witch Project!

Do you like horror movies? YES!! Especially found footage movies!!

No pressure tags!! @dontirrigateme , @ithinkabouttzu , @executethyself35 , @neptunes-blue , @thicccqueyoongimin , @love--persevering , @jump-wings , @blueberry-ovaries and anyone else who wants to do this!!! 💖

#tag game #i love my moots #band of brothers #hbo #hbo war #easy company #emily shut up

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ktficworld · 2 years ago

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May The Best Man Win

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f! Reader

Bruce Wayne x f! Reader

Summary: They say that the queen is the most powerful piece in chess, but what if there are two kings, fighting for the queen?

A/n: On the prosperous occasion of my birthday, here is my self-indulgent treat to you... Idk who's gonna read this but if you do and reblog it, just know I love you❤

Also a huge thanks to @urlocalavenderhazestan for helping me when I was stuck.

Warning: little make out in the beginning, grey! Bruce and Steve, confident! Battinson(it's a warning trust me!), open ending (choose your bae 😘)

And yes! It's an au so no superheroes here.

Music:

You let out a huff of frustration as you tried, for the umpteenth time to try to zip up your dress but failed again, as it was stuck.

You needed to go to the gala for fuck sake and he was waiting for you, ever the patient man and would never mind being late but you didn't like even being fashionably late. You were wearing a black silk dress, with heart neckline, it was off the shoulder, enhancing your features.

You let out a groan of exasperation and was about to break the fucking zip, but then a big hand engulfed yours. You head whipped forward to the mirror and your lips parted in admiration as you gazed at him, the black suit clinging to his body, highlighting his swoon worthy muscles, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Under his domineering presence, the stubborn zipper had no choice but to comply as he slowly, painstakingly zipped up your dress, not breaking eye contact for once.

After he finished the job, his long fingers grazed your collarbone and then he attached his lips on your neck. You screwed your eyes shut as his soft but cold lips pressed against your warm skin.

However, he did not stop there. His lips slowly travelled up to your cheeks and then stopped at your lips as he sucked you into a searing kiss.

You moaned in the kiss and your hand snaked around his neck and dived into his smooth and thick locks. He was dominant as he entered in your mouth and kissed you with an intensity that made your body tingle and your mind become hazy.

But since reality is a bitch and you were already going to be late. You begrudgingly parted from his lips, making him growl in warning, he tried to kiss you again but you promptly covered his mouth with your hand.

"We'll be late, Steve. " You whispered as you gazed into his cerulean eyes.

He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms around your waist and said in his deep voice. "When you look this ravishing, how can you expect me to focus on anything else? " He lightly bit your earlobes and you shot him a glare.

You turned around in his embrace and said. "I'll change into sweats then. "

He made a face, making you burst into a fit of giggles. "We need to go now Steve, you can have me later. "

He huffed in defeat and finally agreed. "Okay let's go. "

❤️‍🔥

The venue, it was eloquent and enormous, vintage chandeliers hanging from the ceilings, the architecture was inspired by roman empire. Soft music filtering in your ears and making you sigh in delight.

You rested your head into Steve's muscular chest, one draped over his shoulder and his around your waist as you both swayed to the music. Steve was not much of a dancer but you were always content in his arms.

Leaning down he whispered in you ear. "Am I improving? "

You chuckled quietly and replied. "No, not really."

"Hey, you are supposed to console me, not give me the truth. " Steve said in a hushed tone. His voice was offended but you knew he was kidding.

You looked with soft eyes and shook your head. "I like how safe I feel in your arms, even if you can't dance. " You whispered and threw a jab in the end.

"Thanks sweetheart. " He said half jokingly, half sincerely. He pecked your forehead sweetly and spun you around, your back hitting his chest.

You let out a gasp of surprise but then slowly melted into him as he peppered kisses on your neck and face. Your body heated up as your mind wandered South, imagining the night ahead.

However, your mind came to a screeching halt and you pinched your brows together in unsettledness. Someone was staring at you. It was nothing new, the side-eye glare of envy from women and the desire dancing in the eyes of men. You were accustomed to it all. After all, dating someone like Steve comes with side-effects, and that was okay.

But, this. This was like someone was scrutinizing your every move, not due to envy but something else. Like they were trying to get to your soul. The gaze was so intense, you felt like you would burn under it. Your heart thumped in your chest, and you didn’t know if it was because of fear or interest. Because it felt both dangerous and inviting, like a devil corrupting an innocent soul. Bad but tempting.

You shifted in Steve's hold, the heated gaze burning a hole in your being. Turning your head slightly, you looked around the hall, searching for the stare. Some eyes were exploring you, but you drowned them out. Because they were nothing compared to that one scorching stare. However, you came out empty handed as you could not locate a suspect.

“Honey?” Steve’s deep voice broke through your trance and you snapped your head to look at him.

You mustered up a smile, even though you were still a little bothered. “Huh? Yes?" You asked Steve, trying your best not to sound distracted.

"I'm starving, let's go eat, no? " Steve asked softly and who were you to refuse him. Plus, you would finally be able to escape that stare.

“Yeah, you are right, let’s go now.” You said, he smiled and then let you away all that while you were still feeling the stare.

❤️‍🔥

The room was dark, only Illuminating the stage above as the Chinese dancers elegantly twirled on the stage, their traditional dresses flowing like water, dressed in soft hues of various colors they swayed to the rhythm of the folk instruments. The humming of flute was pleasant and the violin was like a cold breeze on a blazing summer day.

You waited patiently for Steve’s arrival. After eating you both bumped into Thor and as always, he had to chat with Thor for obvious reasons, but you feet throbbed from the torture bespoked by your heels and so Steve let you leave for the auditorium.

And so here you were sitting in the front row with two vacant seats on your left and right respectively, enjoying the performance of the dancers. Tony was really good at throwing parties. But you would have enjoyed it even more with your head leaning on Steve’s shoulders, enveloped in his embrace.

You sighed wishfully. Sometimes you wished he wasn’t so busy. You were lost in your musing when all of a sudden the seat at your left dipped. You smiled to yourself and whirled to your left with extreme giddiness.

“You are finally he...” You trailed off when your eyes eventually landed on the person. It wasn’t Steve.

The eyes were a familiar blue matching with his blue suit, but the hair was black and long not blonde and thick, a few strands falling over his forehead. The face was sharper and more elongated rather than square.

Instead of the calm and domineering aura emitted by Steve, an alluring and mysterious ambience draped over you as man the bedside you smirked down at you with enticement glinting in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Wayne. " You murmured after composing yourself. You gave him a sweet smile. Steve had told you before that they were business partners, so you did not want to offend him.

The smirk on Bruce's face only broaden as he shank further in his seat. "Waiting for someone, Mrs. Rogers? " His low and throaty voice sent shivers down your spine and swallowed, hard.

Clearing your throat you said. "Umm, for Steve, he's busy with Thor Odinson, " Then you paused as your mind processed the name by which he addressed you. "And no, I'm not Mrs. Rogers"

His glance become a stare and you instantly recognized it. It was him. You did not have the chance to mull over it further as Bruce asked. "So he hasn't married you yet? "

You sake your head in denial.

"And you're waiting for him? "

You nodded your head in confirmation at that.

Bruce tutted and shook his head in disbelief. "What a shame! " He lamented. He then turned towards you so that you could see his entire face.

He leaned closer to you, his musky cologne highjacking your senses and making you dizzy, all the while never breaking eye-contact he spoke. "He should have never left you alone, " He inched forward and you backwards. "Here on your own, "

You gasped lightly when your head hit the back of your chair, his face mere an inch away from your face. You should stop him. Push him away but you were paralyzed by his hypnotic eyes as he whispered. "For someone else to take you home. "

"Whose taking who home? " The deep voice of Steve made you flinch in your seat as your head snapped to look at him. Thankfully, you turned away before you jerked as the side of your head bumped into Bruce's face. If you would have been facing him then... You don't wanna think about that.

Your heart was racing as you looked at Steve's narrowed eyes, furrowed brows and his jaw clenched in a painful hold. His eyes were glaring fire at Bruce but he remained calm as he slowly leaned back.

"Steve you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for so long! " You called out to him and whatever trance he was in, your words pulled him out of it as his features softened and he sat beside you.

"I'm sorry darling, Thor just wouldn't shut up about his new project. " Steve said and sighed exasperatedly. He then grabbed the back of your neck and kissed you with hunger.

After you pulled away, heaving. You immediately wrapped a hand around his muscular arm and shook your head. "It's alright. " You said and Steve smiled at you with affection before he enveloped his hand around your waist.

“Oh! Hello Steve.” Bruce’s smooth voice cut through your moment. You glanced towards Steve whose face darkened but a balanced smile stayed on his lips.

“Hello Bruce! How are you doing?” Steve asked and even though it was said through a smile, you could hear the accusation in his voice.

But Bruce was unbothered as the devilish smirk never left his lips. “Keeping your girlfriend company, since you were so busy mingling around.” He replied coolly.

Now that both Steve and Bruce were present, the difference and similarities were so evident. Both had blue eyes, but Steve’s were a deeper shade of blue, while they were both big, Steve was broader and Bruce was taller. Both had sharp features but they were also really different.

Steve looked strong, but he had a boyish charm, with that lopsided grin and those doe eyes, he looked like an angel. But Bruce, there was nothing boyish about Bruce, he was regal, with a jaw that could cut diamonds and eyes like eagle, sharp and intense.

Steve’s hand went rigid underneath your grip and you turned to look at him. His jaw was clenched again and his orbs were ablaze. You were scared after looking at him so you tightened your hold around his arm. Steve glanced at you and took a few calming breaths.

“You know it’s important Wayne.” Steve said through gritted teethes.

Bruce hummed. “You are right, but I would caution you against leaving her alone like that.” Bruce drawled out and you screwed your eyes shut as the tension became unbearable.

Steve humored with. “And may I ask why?” He said with a sneer.

Bruce shifted and then his knee was brushing your thigh. You exhaled a shaky breath and ignored the two sets of eyes boring into your spirit. Instead you glued your eyes onto the stage.

“What if someone stole her away?” Bruce mused.

Steve scoffed loudly and said in mockery. “What? Is she a porcelain doll?”

“Well no,” Bruce disagreed. “But isn’t she precious?” Bruce’s breath ghosted over your neck, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “And people like precious things.” The last sentence was almost a whisper, as if it was directed to you, not Steve and maybe, it was.

Steve’s grip tightened around your waist and before he could reply to Bruce, the hall erupted into an applause. You gaped but begin clapping nonetheless. It was over already?

People were filing out of the auditorium so you looked at Steve and with a nod you both stood up to go back home.

You almost collided with Bruce’s chest as he stood as well but Steve caught you in time. Bruce looked over at Steve, his smirk was now replaced with a smile as he asked. “Been long since we hung out Rogers. Do you mind if I join?”

You did not see Steve as you were too fidgety, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. But you did however heard his response. “Sure, let me drop off my girlfriend to her home first.”

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Bruce swirled the Amber-colored liquid as it danced in the crystal glass. The room was dark like ink as they sat around a large slick table. It was silent except the shuffling of cards reverberating throughout the space. He tasted the bitterness of the alcohol as it burned down his throat. The surroundings smelled like cleaning supplies mixed with their cologne and something very mild, very feminine.

Guess she also did live here, huh? The slapping of cards made him put down his glass with a thud and glance towards Steve.

"I won. " Steve declared with a smug smile as he folded his arms over the table.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, glancing between his and Steve's cards, Bruce concluded that Steve did in fact win. "Looks like you got lucky. " He said nonchalantly and picked up the queen card.

Steve let out a snort and shook his head. " Lucky my ass, you know what? This is too boring without any consequence, let's make it real. " Steve suggested.

Bruce stopped rolling the card between his fingers and looked at Steve with a questioning expression. "How? " He lowly voiced his opinion.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and said. "If I win you give me half of Wayne enterprise. "

Bruce gawked at Steve when those words left his mouth. His relationship with Steve was more like frenemies then enemies or friends, so he wasn't surprised when Steve pulled this stunt. He was surprised however, that he did not ask for his entire company.

He huffed out a chuckle. "Are you not confident in your business, Rogers? " Bruce mocked as he observed Steve.

Uncharacteristically Steve did not lash out or do that intimidating stare, he just smirked and said. "Tsk, tsk Wayne, what's the fun in that? That's too difficult and you know that. " He grinned sardonically.

Bruce smirked and leaned his hands on the table. "Don't you think you are taking yourself too seriously? I'm called a genius for a reason. "

Now Steve laughed, he full-on cackled while clutching his chest and almost falling down of his chair. "Says the man who lost three times consequently! " Steve said after his laughter died down.

Bruce's smirk widened and he leisurely leaned back in his chair. "Poker is a game of luck as much as it's of skill. But anyways, since you have asked for your price, it's my turn now. "

"Go ahead. " Steve encouraged with a nod of his head.

Bruce drummed his fingers on the table as he feigned contemplation. The rhythm echoing in the silent place, after awhile he stopped and glanced at Steve, with a smooth and steady voice he began. "If you win, you get half of my company, but if I win, " He paused and stared into Steve's eyes, his voice decreasing into a whisper. "I get your girl. "

Before Bruce could even blink, he was pinned against the nearest wall with hard a push. Steve held his collars in choking grip, his brows were drawn together and his eyes were ablaze. He looked ready to kill him.

"I knew you were on to something since I met you at the auditorium! But this is beyond daring." Steve spat, pressing Bruce harder into the wall.

Bruce winced a little at the impact but in one swift motion, he yanked Steve's hands from his neck and clutched them tight in his hold. "Now, now, now. Don't be a hypocrite Rogers. " Bruce called Steve out as he tutted in mockery.

Steve tried to free his hands but Bruce shoved him back, effectively making Steve hit the table with a bang. He lazily fixed his collars. "I also sensed you were up to something Rogers. But I let you voice it, didn't I? Now, it's my turn. " Bruce said with nonchalance as he shrugged his shoulder.

"You know Rogers, I have heard many rumors in my life and most of them were false, but the rumors about your girlfriend? "

He stopped speaking and took a step closer to Steve, he clenched his and his hands twitched but he did not lunge at Bruce this time. "Oh! They are all true, so true, " He drawled and stared at Steve, his signature smirk tugging on his lips. "She is a sight for sore eyes. " He whispered wistfully in the end.

"She is her own person not my property! I can't bet her like that! " Steve hissed in anger.

"I know she's a person and at the end of the day it's her decision, " Bruce said slowly and sat down on an adjacent chair. "But if she doesn't agree to it, you could always give me SSJ industries. " He finished and waited for his trick to work.

And it did. Steve fell silent behind him, it was like he was alone in this room. Then he came in his peripheral, walked up to the chair his shoes thumping on the marble floor and sat opposite to Bruce and glared at him with determination.

Bruce smiled in satisfaction and offered his hand to Steve. "May the best man win. " He announced.

Steve stared at his hand and then shook it. "May the best man win. " He whispered darkly and the game began.

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Sooo... Who won? 😏

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