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Hooked On A Feeling
Chapter One - Olivia Ricciardo
Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.
Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)
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Olivia Ricciardo came running out of daycare with a wide grin on her face. Her grandparents just wished her dad could have been there to see it as she ran into their arms. It wasn’t his fault; even once his little girl was born, he still had a job to do.
Daniel was there for half of the week at least. But for the rest of the week, his parents took care of her, feeding her, letting her sleep in the bedroom she had in their house, and transporting her to and from daycare. Every time her dad would leave, Olivia would scream and cry for at least a couple of hours. At least until her grandparents had her facetiming her father and Daniel could talk to his little girl.
This time, when Olivia came running out to her grandparents car, she immediately asked if she could call her daddy. “I wanna tell him about the new friend I made!” she said through a wide grin as she bounced in her seat.
As her grandma drove, her grandpa pulled out his phone, calling Daniel. He kept a hold of the phone until his son picked up. After saying hello to him, he passed the phone back to Olivia. “Hi daddy!” She called, but Daniel could hardly see her from how much she was moving the phone around.
“Hi, Livvy!” Daniel grinned at his daughter. He’d missed her so much this week. His short break the year before, before he had been placed in the AlphaTauri, he’d spent the entire time with Olivia. He’d only gone to the races on the weekends, and since Olivia only went to daycare on Tuesday to Friday, she went with him.
But now that Daniel was driving again, he left Olivia with his parents. He didn’t want to take her out of daycare to be at his races; that was how she socialized. And this was proof of that.
“Daddy, I made a new friend!” Olivia shouted.
Daniel couldn’t stop his grin from becoming wider at that. “That’s great news Livvy!” He shouted, telling the news to whoever was near him.  
Suddenly the phone moved away from her dad. Olivia watched as somebody else grabbed hold of the phone, holding it in front of his face. “Hi, Livia!” Said her Uncle Max as he held the phone up in front of his face. As usual, he wore his Redbull hat. This one had a number One on it. Olivia had several Redbull hats. She had several with her dad’s number and one of Max’s old ones, with the thirty-three on it. “Your dad tells me you made a new friend!”
“Yeah, uncle Max. His name is Milo and he shared his crayons with me so that I could do my colouring book.”
"That's great, Livia!" Max said.
He said his goodbyes and passed the phone back to Daniel, who was only too happy to be talking to his daughter again. "Maybe you could invite Milo round for a playdate when you're back from your mums house, Jelly Bean," he said and the smile dropped from Olivias face.
It was so secret who Olivias favourite parents was. Even though she rarely got to see him, she loved her dad more than anything. Daniel didn't know what happened at his ex's place in what made Olivia hate it so much, but he had no right to stop it.
If he tried, his ex could easily pull up the fact that Daniel was never there and his parents saw Olivia more than he did. If Olivia would tell him why she hated it, maybe he could do something that would stop her from having to spend every other week with her mother.
"But, daddy, I want to be there when you get home," Olivia said, wearing a pout.
Daniel hated seeing his little girl like that. He loved her more than anything and never wanted to see the smile drop from her face. His Olivia, he'd go to the ends of the earth for her.
The people surrounding him indicated that it was time to go, but Daniel kept smiling as he looked at the phone. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay, Jelly Bean?"
"Okay," she said and passed the phone back to her grandfather without saying goodbye.
Daniel smile turned sad as he looked at his father. "Make sure she has snuffles before she goes," he said sadly before saying goodbye to his parents. They knew what to do by now, they'd been sending her to her mother’s house for the last five years.
“What’re we having for dinner tonight, Livvy?” Her grandma asked as they pulled into the driveway.
The scowl dropped from Oliva’s face and she started bouncing in her seat, chanting ‘turkey dinosaurs!’ over and over again.
Turkey dinosaurs it was.
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“Milo, honey, can you feed the cat please!” Y/N shouted, pulling the phone away from her ear as she turned back to the stove.
Milo came running down the stairs, already in his dinosaur pyjamas and dinosaur slippers. He ran to the front door, where the cat bowl was, and used the tiny, novelty shovel to scoop the cat food into the bowl. It was a little too much, but Poppy (the cat) wouldn’t mind.
“Wash your hands for dinner!” She shouted and placed the phone back between her shoulder and her ear.
“Mum, I don’t need your money,” she said as she plated up the Italian dish she had made. Well, it was spaghetti with carbonara, with turkey dinosaurs on the side to get Milo to eat it.
She heard her mother sigh down the phone. “Well, if you won’t take our money, your father and I are going to visit,” she said and hung up, without saying so much as a goodbye.
Placing her phone down, Y/N put the plates on the table and waited for Milo to come running in. He jumped into his chair and picked up his knives and fork. “I made a new friend today, momma!” Called Milo as he put down his knife and fork and picked up the turkey tyrannosaurus. He bit the head off and roared with the food still in his mouth, leading his mother to scold him.
“Tell me about your new friend, Mi,” she said as she ate her own dinner (like Milo, Y/N had a turkey dinosaur on her plate. It was the triceratops, Milo’s least favourite).
So, Milo told his mother all about his new friend, Olivia Ricciardo. He boasted about how he shared his pencils and Miss Green didn’t even have to ask him. Olivia sat beside him as they coloured, telling him all about her dad who drove race cars.
“Yeah, momma! Her dad is a famous race car driver! How cool is that?”
“Very cool, Milo,” Y/N answered as she picked up his plate to clear up. Of course, she didn’t believe that Milo’s new friend’s father was a famous race car driver. That was the sort of things kids said to impress each other. Just six months before Milo had told some boys that his father was a famous football player.
Milo stayed sat at the kitchen table, kicking his feet. “I can’t wait for daycare,” he said to himself as he knocked his fist against the table in time to the music.
Y/N couldn’t stop herself from grinning as Milo continued talking about daycare. It hadn’t had an easy time making friends, but now he had one and she couldn’t be happier.
As soon as she was finished with the washing up, Y/N ruffled his hair with her soapy hands. “Bedtime, little man,” she said, and Milo jumped out of his chair and ran up the stairs.
He ran into his bedroom and dove under the covers. He grabbed a hold of Rexy, his tyrannosaurus teddy bear, and Spike, his Stegosaurus teddy bear, and held them close. He watched as his mum walked in and pulled a book from his shelf. “How do we feel about the magician’s nephew?” She asked as she pulled the little book from the shelf.
“Yay, Narnia!” Milo called as Y/N sat on the end of the bed and cracked open the book. Just a few months ago Milo had been complaining about picture books, since one of the boys in his class had started reading actual books. So, Y/N was working with him so that he could read ordinary books on his own.
“Momma,” Milo began, interrupting her as she read. “Can Olivia come round for a playdate?”
Y/N placed a dinosaur bookmark between the pages. “Only if Olivia’s mummy and daddy say it’s okay,” she said as she put the book back and switched on his dinosaur night light.
“Olivia doesn’t like her mummy,” Milo replied as she turned on his side, still holding Spike and Rexy.
Y/N walked over and kissed the top of his head as she tucked him in. “Well, I’ll just have to speak to her daddy then, won’t I,” she said and stood up straight. “Goodnight, Munchkin,” she said as Milo turned towards the wall, his eyes shut.
“Goodnight, momma.”
Y/N walked out of the room, leaving the door open just a little. As she left Poppy the cat ran in and jumped on his bed (a dinosaur blanket, of course), curling up by his feet.
With Milo now asleep, Y/N went back downstairs. She sat at the kitchen table, pulled out her laptop and, like she did every night, began writing.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 month
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Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {7}
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: A short skip over the winter break and into 2024 season.. Warnings: 18+ only, fluffies WC: 2k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven || SMAU || Eight
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Christmas Eve 2023 - French Alps The air was still when you woke to a fresh dumping of snow on the mountain. The window provided a picture of tranquillity and the embers in the fire gave a peaceful glow to the dark wood walls. Charles had disappeared at dawn for a morning ski with Arthur and you squinted against the white glare to try and find them on the mountainside. 
You probably could have gone back to sleep if it wasn’t for the door crashing open and the sudden weight of a child on your legs. Penelope crawled up to the headboard with a squeal and jumped into your arms as Max just reached the bedroom door. 
“P, watch out for auntie’s tummy,” Max reminded. She now had to watch out for yours and Aunt Vicky’s tummy, since your sister had announced her pregnancy a few weeks ago. “Sorry, she slept the whole flight so she’s full of energy. I tried to get her to play with Luka but she wanted you.”
“That’s okay,” you said as she burrowed under the blankets and put her cold feet on Lando’s back. “Are you excited for Christmas?”
Penelope nodded eagerly while Lando slowly woke and you were grateful he was wearing a hideous pair of santa-themed pyjama pants. With even more children around for Christmas this year, everyone had taken to wearing pyjamas. It was good for moments like these, but bad for quick access when you were spooning in the night.
“Papa let me open some presents early!”
Max disappeared out of the room with a wave, heading back to his suite with Kelly down the hall. The small mountain retreat had been completely rented out for another combined family holiday and at the rate the Norris’, Leclerc’s and Verstappen’s were procreating, an entire resort would be needed to host you all next year. Your bet was on Max and Lorenzo becoming fathers next. 
“How exciting! And what did you get?”
Penelope held out her arm to show a mermaid inspired charm bracelet. “That’s beautiful!”
“It’s got Ariel!” she exclaimed, pointing to a red haired mermaid as she bounced excitedly. 
“Is that an earthquake?” Lando asked as he scooped the little girl up into a hug. “No, it’s little P. Why are you waking your favourite uncle up so early?”
“You’re not my favourite,” she said with a fit of giggles.
Lando hung his head and shook it with fake sadness. “Kids are brutal.”
“Kids are honest,” you corrected before kissing his pout away.
“Gross,” P said as she screwed up her face and started to climb off the bed to find ‘Maxie’. She did a sudden u-turn and scrambled across the bed to gently touch your stomach before leaning closer and whispering, “Bye-bye, baby. Love you.”
She was gone again, this time the door swinging shut as she left with no farewell for you or Lando. He let out a little chuckle as he pushed you back into the pillows and drifted down the bed, taking the blankets with him. 
“Hello, baby,” he murmured softly to the bump. At just more than half way along your bump could no longer be mistaken for overindulgence or bloating. “You are looking lovely and round this morning.”
“Wow, you really know how to sweet talk a lady,” you chuckled as you combed your fingers through his hair.
“Shh, I’m having a conversation with my daughter, no eavesdropping,” he warned with a smirk before brushing your shirt up and pressing a kiss to your skin before continuing his conversation. The moustache and shaped beard he was slowly but surely growing thicker tickled with each whispered word, the movement of his lips dragging the coarse hairs over your sensitive skin until goosebumps prickled. 
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he said with a smile as the door creaked open and Charles walked in with wind-kissed cheeks. “I just want to hurry up and hold you.”
“Patience, mon cher,” Charles said with a grin, depositing the second layer of cashmere he had worn under his ski jacket on the coat hook. “It’s only four more months.”
Lando groaned at the reminder before shifting on the bed to make space for Charles. 
“Anything you want to add this morning?” you asked. 
You reached for the hem of the shirt, ready to pull it down if it was a no when a knock had you freeze. No, it wasn’t a knock. The thud hadn’t come from outside, but inside. You dropped the shirt and stared at the jut of your hip, right where the skin went soft as it stretched up to your ribs. That soft tissue bulged ever so slightly as you felt the strange sensation of pressure and it drew a gasp that shocked your boyfriends.
“What? What is it?” Lando asked, his voice thick with concern. 
“Give me your hand,” you ordered, already reaching for one of each as you placed them on the spot. “Shhh, just shhh.”
You felt it again and Charles exhaled a shaky breath that ended in a joyous laugh before grabbing Lando’s hand and shifting it slightly. 
“Wha-”
“Shh,” you urged as Charles pressed a finger to his lips. The silence grew and everyone held their breath, waiting.
The air wooshed from Lando with an exclamation, “No fucking way!” His eyes grew wide and he stared at his palm as if the imprint of his daughter’s foot was permanently held on his skin. “Holy shit! She…she…kicked.” 
Charles wrapped an arm around Lando as their shimmering eyes met yours. Pure happiness saturated the room, spilling out into the hall as the door opened and Oliver appeared a little worried. “Everything okay? I thought I heard Lando screeching.”
“Everything’s perfect,” Lando grinned, ignoring the joke he had heard since hitting puberty. 
“She just started kicking,” Charles explained with an equally bright grin, while you danced your fingers along your side, trying to tickle her foot. 
“Core memory unlocked, huh?” Oliver laughed at his brother’s eagerness, remembering the first kicks with his own daughters. “Breakfast is ready when you are.”
“Thanks, we’ll be there soon,” Charles said as Oliver closed the door again.
“Do we have to?” Lando asked as he curled back down and stared at your stomach intently. “I could watch this all day.”
“You can stay but I am hungry, and she is now shy,” you teased as you pulled your shirt back into place and climbed out of bed. With a groan he followed you to the walk-in wardrobe, just like you knew he would. 
“Is the powder good?” Lando asked Charles while they changed into some casual day clothes perfect for the warm interior of the retreat.
“It’s perfect,” Charles all but moaned, it was hard to believe they were talking about snow but both of them loved to ski. “Arthur wants to head back out after lunch.”
Lando looked at you and you waved a hand. “Sheesh, babe, I’m not your keeper. You can go if you want.” 
Lando hated being away the most, not that Charles enjoyed it, but there wasn’t the same level of separation anxiety that Lando had. “I don’t want to leave you here on your own.”
“On my own?” you laughed and slipped your feet into some simple flats before heading to the door. As soon as it opened the cacophony of everyone congregating in the great room down the hall spilled into your room. “I couldn’t be on my own if I tried.”
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Round One - Bahrain 2024 Fuel fumes drifted up from the pitlane to the balcony you stood upon as the start of the season's first race grew closer. It was strange to look down the entire length of billboards and see no new faces among the driver line up. Fernando still filled the garage beside Lance, but you held no resentment for your replacement. He was making the most out of an opportunity and it almost gave you hope that even after leaving Formula 1, maybe - just maybe - there was a way to get back in. 
Next year would be interesting with so many contracts up for renewal. It was a chance to see new faces on the grid, or perhaps some old faces returning if rumours were to be believed. You wouldn’t mind seeing Sebastian make a return. For the moment, everyone was still too busy talking about Lewis and his move to Ferrari to give much thought to the other shocks that might come with the disruption. The open seat at Mercedes was going to be sought after by every driver stuck in a midfield car. 
“You look deep in thought.”
You broke away from staring at the starting lights to accept a cup of herbal tea from your mother. “Just thinking about how the grid will look next year.”
“Gotta get through this one first,” she reminded. “Speaking of…it’s going to be hard having a newborn at home with those two away so much.”
“I know,” you sighed, resting your arms on the balcony rail as you blew the steam from the mug. The wall calendar at home was already marked with the first half of the season, all the nights Lando and Charles would be away circled in red ink. It had been collectively agreed that flying with a newborn wasn’t a great idea so you would only attend the races you could drive to until she was at least three months old. “This year’s calendar is fucking intense.”
“I want you to know you can call me day or night, sweetie, and I’ll be on the next plane.” She reached for your chin and turned you to face her as your throat clogged with emotion. “I don’t have to tell you how hard it is to do on your own, you saw it firsthand.”
“You’ve got your own life, I don’t want you to drop it all for me.”
She laughed softly and wrapped you in a careful hug. “You’re my daughter, you are my life, my granddaughter is too.”
“Thank you,” you sniffled and wiped your eyes, seeing the cameras in the pitlane pointed your way. “Gah, you made me cry. Now I’ll be on fucking Drive to Survive. I can already see the subtitles ‘Y/N crying as the season starts without her’. Wankers.”
Your mother narrowed her eyes at the camera and flipped them off, making you choke on a laugh. “So much maturity for a grandmother.”
“Yeah well I have been wanting to do that for a while, and I figure I can’t get you fired since you’re unemployed.”
You shared a grin and thought maybe you had more in common than you realised. You thought your fight came from Jos but now you saw a flash of it in her protectiveness and your chest warmed.
“I’m not unemployed, I’m a Lady of Leisure.” You laughed at the roll of her eyes before adding. “I might even get a Birkin for a push present to complete the initiation.”
“What the hell is a push present?”
“It’s a present a new mother gets for destroying her vagina pushing a baby out.”
It was her turn to choke on a laugh. “That’s a thing?”
“Apparently so.” 
“Does the baby not count as a gift?”
“Hmm, maybe you should go ask them?” you said as you jutted your head to the plethora of influencers walking around the grid taking selfies with everyone. She wrinkled her nose at the idea, quite content to stay out of the fray like you.
“No, thank you. Oh, there they are.”
You scanned the crowd and saw Max, Charles, and Lando walking out to the grid together, their heads huddled close as they tried to hear each other over the crowd. They made a beeline to the strips of red carpet and Max stood between the other two as they took their places for the national anthem.
“Looks like the podium lineup to me,” your mother whispered.
You chewed your lip and hoped the data from testing was as promising as it looked for McLaren and Ferrari. But you could never tell quite how much of it was real with the strategies and sandbagging. “I hope so, my boy’s need a good start this year.”
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secret ~ max verstappen
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Summary: Dating the world champion Red Bull driver while being the niece of the Mercedes team principal was bound to start some controversy sooner or later.
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You couldn't stop giggling, desperately trying to keep your lips on Max's. 
"Shh, you're gonna get us caught, you know" Max mumbled against your lips, searching his pockets for the hotel room card.
"I don't even care right now"" you whispered back, wrapping your arms tighter around his neck to hold yourself up.
Max had officially been crowned the World Champion for the third time in a row and, seeing as you couldn't celebrate with him in the paddock, you were desperate to get your hands on each other the moment you arrived at the hotel.
You had told your uncle, Toto, that you weren't feeling well and would call it a night early to make sure nobody would mind you missing the team celebrations and debriefs.
"God damn it" Max cursed as he pulled away from you and frantically searched his pockets again, smiling when he finally pulled out the card.
"Allow me" you whispered sultry, turning around and pushing yourself against him, which made him groan.
You smiled to yourself as you pushed the key card in, eager to celebrate your boyfriend the way he deserved to be celebrated.
However, as soon as you pushed Max inside the room, before you could even think about following him, a voice stopped you dead in your tracks.
"Y/N?" your first instinct was to freeze on the spot but you immediately shut the door to Max's room, trying to make yourself look presentable before turning around and looking at Max's engineer, Lambiase.
"Hi, Gianpero" you were trying to keep the emotions which were running high through your body at bay, hoping he hadn't noticed anything that would raise his suspicions.
"What are you doing here? This is Max's room" he was confused, but it didn't seem like he had any suspicions whatsoever about what you could have been doing there.
"Oh, I just figured I would swing by and congratulate him because I didn't get around to it at the track. Wasn't feeling well so I didn't go out and saw this opportunity before he went to bed" the easiness with which you just lied to this man surprised even you, as well as Max who had his ear against the door and was listening to your conversation.
"Oh, yeah, makes sense. Isn't Toto looking for you? Does he know you're here?" he asked, looking around.
"Yeah, I told him I would stop by Max's room to say congrats before going to bed" you nodded, eyeing the engineer to make sure he would buy your story.
He thought for a moment before nodding, wishing you a good night and departing down the hall to his own room.
After making sure there was nobody else that could see you, you knocked on Max's door and he was quick to open it, tugging you close and kissing you again.
"You're hot when you lie" he whispered, teasing you as you rolled your eyes but fell deeper into the kiss.
"Shut up"
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Working for Mercedes this particular Max-dominated season was a bitch, to put it like that. You couldn't even congratulate your boyfriend on his wins in public, fearing it would draw attention to both of you and your relationship would become public.
Something neither of you wanted, for now.
You knew it would give Toto a heart attack, so you preferred to wait and see if the relationship was as serious as you thought it was before you told him anything.
However, Max was getting tired of hiding all the time. He loved you, and even though sneaking around everyone's back was fun, he wanted everyone to know how happy he was with you.
He didn't want to hide anymore.
"Babe?" he had been meaning to talk to you about this for a while now, and figured the end of the season was as good of an opportunity as you were going to get.
"Yes?" you were in the bathroom, doing your skincare routine before getting ready for bed.
You had both decided to remain in Abu Dhabi for a couple more days after the season finish, all the other teams having already packed and left for their homes.
Your uncle was especially finding it weird that you wanted to stay longer and even offered to stay with you, but you insisted you would be fine on your own and just wanted to go on an adventure by yourself.
"I've been meaning to ask you something for a little while" he started, fiddling with his fingers.
You didn't say anything, only speaking once you exited the bathroom and took a seat next to him on the shared bed of your hotel room.
"What's up?" you were caressing his slightly damp hair, having taken a shower just before you.
"I know we've been having fun sneaking around and so for the last couple of months, but I think it's time to let everyone know about us? The season's over, everything is cooling down" he explained, taking your hands in his and kissing your knuckles.
You thought it through in your head, not speaking for a couple of moments. He was right. The season was over, the public attention would soon die down, the tensions between the teams were always gone during the winter break, your uncle was always relaxed and let go of everything during the holidays. It would be the perfect opportunity.
"Let's do it" you finally spoke up, watching his face slowly lighten up and his eyes starting to twinkle.
"Really?" he was slightly shocked, having been sure that you would be opposed to the idea altogether.
"Yes. I know I've been asking a lot from you, hiding this for so many months because I didn't want to tarnish your reputation. You've been patient with me, plus it was about time I showed the world you're mine and only mine" you cupped his cheek and pecked his lips, smiling once you saw the happy expression on your boyfriend's face.
"I love you" he said before attacking your face with kisses, making you giggle.
"I love you too"
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Gosh your writing is freakin amazing, you are so talented! I just watched Lando's 100 races in his words video from McLaren, and seeing him talk about 100 races flying by and looking to the next 100 made me want to request a cute imagine where he's looking back on 200 races (having achieved wins and becoming WDC), and all the things that have changed in 5 years, the biggest being meeting the reader, then marrying her and them either expecting / having a little boy that's like a mini version of Lando? Like super cute, and I'd love if you could squeeze in some cute interaction of Lando and the reader. Thank you so much! I hope you're doing well 🫶🏻🫶🏻
200 is better than 100 - LN
I didn't want to specify any races wins or WDC wins. I don't for some reason I feel like I jinx a lot of things and even as unlikely it is, I did joke about Lewis crashing out in Qatar before days before the race and...well we know how that went. So even just writing in this, I don't want to risk it.
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"See this is my last centennial race celebration...wow, it feels so long ago now. I think more has changed since this race than between my first and hundredth race." Lando states as he looks at the bright helmet covered in sticker decals.
His 200th race helmet was designed by his own wife who he met at the beginning of the 2025 season. Over a year after his 100th race but it doesn't make the race any less significant between them.
It took another two years for Lando to build the courage to ask to marry her but the wedding happened quick following that and now they're expecting their first little baby.
"Y/n was still my biggest fan, I just didn't know it at the time. But she actually has a little model version of this that she'd bought from my website. It's a bit beaten up and scruffy but she keeps it in her bag wherever-can someone get y/n? Where is she?"
"I'll get her." Max states since he actually knows that y/n is asleep.
She's just passed the 5 month mark of her pregnancy and wherever she lands is where she finds the peace to sleep. It doesn't have to be quiet or dark, she could sleep seated in a grandstand right now if she decided she was comfortable.
A few minutes pass before y/n appears holding Max's hand since the two are incredibly close thanks to Lando and Max's longstanding friendship and Max intending to be the best uncle to the baby ever.
"Hey, baby...can I see your keys?" Lando asks making her frown before looking at Max who is also carrying her bag. "Hey, man Come on, that's my wife and you're carrying her bag."
"Going for uncle of the year award. Gotta start now and your baby will like me more if I make sure y/n is not stressed while pregnant." Max argues making y/n smile and laugh before she takes her bag and digs around till she pulls out her keys and hands them over to him.
"Why?" She frowns as Lando smiles pulling her closer and pushing up the McLaren hoodie to reveal the bump on camera.
If there's one thing Lando will show off about it's his wife and equal to her their baby. His pride over having started a family with y/n is overwhelming sometimes and there's no doubt in his mind, he's found his soulmate.
Lando finds the key ring which features his 100 races helmet.
"Is this your favourite helmet of mine baby?" Lando asks before immediately redirecting his attention back onto the bump and kissing the smooth skin.
"I think so. It marks a big milestone." Y/n smiles tiredly, hardly thinking as she speaks before she runs her hand through his hair as he looks up at her smiling and just admiring her as he always does.
There's no hiding the gleam in his eyes, his fans have pointed it out since they were first spotted together.
"They're having one of their moments, this might take a while." Max jokes making y/n look at him. "I just lost a few points for the best uncle award, didn't I?"
"Yes." Both Lando and y/n answer before Lando kisses the bump again then stands up kissing y/n.
"I just needed to prove that you love this helmet the most?"
"Yeah, I want you to do 200 sticker helmet but you said no."
"Because I'm doing something better." Lando laughs then watching Max take y/n's bag. "Can you stop being a boyfriend to my wife please? She's mine and I don't share, especially not with you."
"I love you." Y/n smiles as she links her hand with Max.
"Drop his hand! But I love you too." Lando demands making her grin and blow him a kiss.
He gets back to the video talking about some key moments before he gets to the race where he actually met y/n but had not got far enough into the relationship to go out into the public together.
"So I met y/n just before the first race of the season in 2025. She was by far the weirdest person I'd ever met, a huge fan of mine obviously. But she also got more excited about talking to Oscar when I introduced them. That offended me, but she married me so I respect that she has good taste at the end of the day." Lando states then sighing happily. "2025 might be the best season to date purely because I met the love of my life and found the person I'll have with me as my future beyond F1."
The entire room awws at that comment before he sighs and moves on. Making continuous references back to significant (and insignificant) events in his relationship.
"Max, do you ant to come here because y/n actually gave permission ahead of time for us to reveal what the gender of the baby is at the end of this...if you guys have watched this far. You'll be rewarded." Lando grins to the camera while Max joins him but he doesn't look impressed. "You can tell them, I know how excited you are."
"It's a boy. Which means we're all going to have to suffer the fate of a mini Lando coming into the world and terrorising everyone exactly like his dad does." Max states while Lando laughs and claps his hands together.
"Y/n and I are incredibly excited to introduce the world to what will definitely be a little weirdo who is a bundle of joy like his parents." Lando grins then sighing. "Max is actually excited."
"Yeah, I am. And I'm going to be the favourite uncle."
"Really, I just want to end this video by thanking the team, McLaren has been a family to me and have accepted my growing family into their arms with a lot of love and support. But equally importantly I want to thank the old and new fans who have either supported me throughout all 200 races or have joined along the way. I appreciate every single one of you and I can't wait to make it to the next milestone with you guys there to see it all and let me share these moments with you."
With the end of the video, Lando wastes no time rushing to find his wife who has apparently tucked into the buffet.
"Hello, baby." Lando greets moving up behind her and immediately feeling her lean back on him as he runs his hands down her sides then onto the bump. "Sorry for waking you up."
"It's ok, I'm hungry anyway." Y/n smiles then tilting her head as Lando places some heavy kisses on her neck. "Did you enjoy memory lane?"
"Mmm...the best parts were when I could point you out in pictures in the crowd." Lando grins as he gently rubs her tummy. "We announced the gender too. I still don't get why you didn't want to be part of it."
"Because when you upload the video. I'm going to have my own way of announcing it." Y/n grins while Lando hums then stealing a kiss since she's turned her head to him.
"If that's your plan Mrs Norris...but we'll have to make sure we definitely know when this is being uploaded so there's no accidental announcement of one before the other." Lando nods while just gets visibly giddy over the formal name use. "Let's get you and baby Norris fed. Got to make sure the two most important people are properly nourished."
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Steve Harrington x Bauman!fem!reader enemies to lovers, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, upside down mayhem, S2-S4, post S4 universe hot-take, end-of-the-world / dystopian setting, ugly fights turned smut (...but with hella plot). 18+
CHAPTER VII WARNINGS/NOTES: t.w.'s - strong language, more angst, mentions of death, injuries, Max in a coma, fearful tears, shared sadness, end-of-the-world terror talk, tough conversations and brutal honesty, jealousy and regrets. 18+
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not a super action packed chapter, but we unpack a lot in this one. Sh*t gets addressed that needs to be addressed. Dr. Owens delivers some hard news. Robin to the rescue, big time, for her platonic soulmate with a capital P. Platonic Stobin in full swing. Eddie still has no chill, but is the zany friend that everyone needed. Eddie & Robin bonding. Argyle becomes a therapist. Nancy faces some hard truth. Jonathan faces harder truth. Jopper being the ever-observant grandparents. Murray being Murray. Steve and Bauman Squared are more in love than ever. And the kids? Little legends.
ANOTHER LONG ONE. AGAIN: PROOFREAD UNTIL MY EYES BLED. IF THERE ARE STILL TYPOS, SORRY BOUT IT. 18+
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“Dislocated the shoulder, but no break.  Popping it back into place isn’t going to be a picnic, but it’s way better than a break.  So we’re off to a great start.  Let’s take a look at your ribs now…”
Dr. Owens had you seated on the edge of the bed in Joyce and Hopper’s room downstairs.  Murray, Steve and Robin all stood nearby, alongside them.  They all watched anxiously.
Argyle and Eddie were on kid/teen duty.  They made sure to keep them out of the room, which they managed to convince them of by going upstairs to sit with Max and read to her out loud. 
You hissed as Dr. Owens made contact with your ribcage, and he frowned.  “Possible fracture there.  Good news is, if they were broken, you’d be on the ground in pure misery.  They might even just be really badly bruised.”
You sighed.  “I’m good with that.
Murray felt both relieved and frustrated at the same time.  God, he hated doctors.  Especially ones who served as double agents for the government.  But Dr. Owen’s had more than proven himself to be trustworthy, so your uncle was putting up with him.  For your sake, especially.  You were basically the only kid he was ever gonna have.
“Best bet is to rest, ice them regularly and let them heal for about six weeks.”
You frowned.  “Not so good with that.”
“Welp, you’re gonna have to be,” your uncle told you.  Steve and Hopper nodded.  You huffed, and Steve was selfishly grateful to know that you would have no choice but to stay home and out of danger. 
“Alright, let’s check that heartbeat, shall we?” Dr. Owens asked with a smile.  He took out his stethoscope, placing the instrument inside of his ears and blowing hot air onto the cold circle that would be placed over your heart.  You brought the collar of your shirt down so that he could place it on your chest, and he listened closely while you waited. 
Dr. Owens' smile slowly faded, and a prominent crease began to form between his brows.  Robin clocked it, along with Steve.  Hopper tried not to react, but Joyce’s fidgeting definitely gave it away.
“W-what’s wrong?” Joyce asked, unable to help herself.
Dr. Owens just held up a finger, politely gesturing for them to wait.  You furrowed your brow, suddenly aware of the fact that something seemed to be the matter.
Steve swallowed, unblinking.  What now…
Murray was not happy at the tension in the air, looking over at Joyce anxiously. 
Dr. Owens eventually cleared his throat, pulling the stethoscope out of his ears with a deep inhale.  He looks at you kindly, eyes solemn.  You stare back, questioning. 
“Well, umm…it’s normal.  Not surprising, given the electric shock, but uh…your heartbeat’s not at its normal steady rhythm.”
Robin heard Steve suck in a breath, placing a hand on his forearm as they all looked at Dr. Owens. 
“Cardiac arrhythmias is normal in these cases,” he tells you. “A heart arrhythmia occurs when the electrical signals that tell the heart to beat don't work properly. The heart may beat too fast or too slow. Or the pattern of the heartbeat may be inconsistent.  A heart arrhythmia may feel like a fluttering, pounding or racing heartbeat. Some heart arrhythmias cases are harmless.  Most, in fact.”
“Well, what about this one?” your uncle asked, voice grave. 
Dr. Owens sighed.  “Too soon to tell,” he said apologetically.  “But it’s important that it remains monitored.”
“What do we do.” …Steve’s question sounded more like a statement, laced with worry and dangerously voice low. 
Dr. Owens looked at him sympathetically.  “I can get a prescription that will help.  An antiarrhythmic medication.  No surgery is needed unless it’s severe.  It might not be.”
“How can you tell?” Joyce asked, worriedly.  “I mean – what are the signs that we need to look for?”
“Fainting, chest pain, dizziness.”  Then, to you, “If you feel like the heart is fluttering, or leaping inside of your chest, definitely make note of it.  Scale it, 1-10, how bad it is.  Be honest with yourself.  Don’t tell yourself you’re more fine than not, and vice-versa.  Don’t let it panic you, but just…stay alert.”
Steve wanted to pull every single one of his perfect hairs out.  How the hell was that supposed to help?  What happens if you wound up passed out on the floor, dead before they would get you proper help?
“Yeah, but what if — w-what if —”
That's all that Steve could mutter.  Robin squeezed his forearm tighter, masking her own fear as she gnawed at her bottom lip relentlessly.  Murray stared at Dr. Owens, visibly upset.  Hopper looked pale, along with Joyce.
“How fast can you get us that medication?” Hopper asked, like a protective papa.
“I’ll get it to you tonight.  Maybe tomorrow morning,” Dr. Owens promised.  “I can bring as much as you may need.  Meantime, I’ll leave the stethoscope so that you can monitor the heartbeat.  Here, let me show you what to look for.”
Dr. Owens instructed Steve and Murray on how to monitor your heartbeat, and you ached as you watched Steve look consumed with dread as he did his best to keep it together and not freak out.  Hopper and Joyce took notes, too.  Everyone listened to your heartbeat, Steve most of all.
You took his hand.  “Remember, it’s still there,” you murmured to him softly.  He nodded, knowing you were right but still not content with the reality of things.  Robin gave you a sympathetic smile, grateful for you and your courage.
Then, you looked at Dr. Owens with gratitude.  “Thank you.  For being here, and…helping out.  I know you’re putting yourself on the line.”
Dr. Owens gave you a deeply appreciative look, along with Hopper.  He wrung his hands.  “Appreciate that, kiddo.  Truly.” 
Everyone went over the plans that would go into effect, given the mandate taking place in just a few short days.  Hopper mentioned that it might be best for Dr. Owens to seek shelter with them, if things went south for him — given his compromised identity as an accomplice to them vs. the government.  The doctor couldn’t argue that, saying he would think about it.  Steve and Robin mentioned to him that Eddie needed looking over as well, which he said he’d do before he left.
While the adults talked, Steve and Robin walked with you out the bedroom door.  You looked outside the living room windows, hating the thick cloud of infected air that had only gotten worse — seemingly overnight.  It was dense, congested with alternate dimension disease. 
“Seriously, hate that I can’t even get some damn fresh air,” you sighed.
“Last thing you need is bad air in your lungs,” Steve told you, his fingers reaching to massage the crown of your head.  You sighed, knowing that he was right. 
The kids heard you all walking out of the room, Mike and Lucas peeking their heads around the doorway leading into Max’s room upstairs.  They made for the stairs, followed by Dustin, Will and El, rushing towards you all.  Eddie and Argyle shouted after them, but they quickly rushed over to you. 
They swarmed you all with questions.  Is your shoulder broken?  What about your ribs?  Are you hungry?
“One at a time, kiddos,” Robin warned. 
“No broken bones,” Steve told them, “But possible fracture.  Ribcage.  So no bear hugs, no tackling, no…rough-housing.”
Mike cocked an eyebrow at him.  “Speak for yourself.”
Lucas smacked him.
“Thank you, Wheeler,” Steve said wryly.  Mike smirked.
“Also, we gotta keep watch over Bauman’s heartbeat,” Robin pointed out. 
El looked worried.  “How come?”
You gave her an assuring head rub before carefully pulling her in for a hug.  “Just a bit of an irregular heartbeat.  You know.  Given the shock and astral-planing and all.”
El held you tight, cautious of your ribs.  
“…guess this means no coffee then, huh?” you asked, depressed at the mere thought. Caffeine was no longer your friend.
“That is correct,” Steve told you with a light kiss pressed to your head, then El’s.  “Alright, kitchen everyone.  Breakfast.  Let’s go.”
“Bauman, we need to pop your shoulder back in place,” Dr. Owens hollered after you, and you dreaded the pain that awaited you.
Eddie made it downstairs with Argyle.  “I’ll fix up a feast, big boy,” he told Harrington, giving him a quick couple pats on the shoulder.  Then he squeezed your cheek.  “Keep that heartbeat in rhythm, sweetheart.  I’ll make you a sweet mixtape for inspiration.”
You chuckled deeply, appreciating his sense of humor deeply.  Even Steve did, shaking his head and grateful for the cooking assistance.  “Don’t kill my toaster, Munson.”
Steve walked back into the bedroom with you, holding your hand while you had your shoulder popped back into place.  It was gnarly.  Plenty of pain medication followed that, one that took your heartbeat into account.  It was bound to knock you out at some point, so Steve and Robin made sure to get you back into the kitchen for some food before you’d need to head back upstairs and knock out asleep.
Hopper and Joyce helped out by adding some pancakes, sausage and eggs to Eddie’s cereal bar.  Murray was already day-drinking.  Dr. Owens stayed behind to join you all, at the invitation of the adults.  Currently, he was going over notes that Hopper had given him in a seat next to Murray.
Argyle saw Jonathan round the corner – looking glum.  “Yooo, bro-cha-cho.  Purple palm tree delight?”
Jonathan blinked, slowly brought out of his trance.  He looked tired, head hung low.  Honestly, he looked like shit.  “Oh, uhh…maybe later.  Yeah.”  He gave Argyle a sad smile before sulking off towards the front door while pulling a bandana over his mouth and nose — leaving the house.
“YO, GIMME SOME.”  Eddie spoke with a mouthful of fruit loops.  “Air’s shit anyway.  Why not fry my lungs s’more?”
“Fry it with what?” El asked innocently.
Eddie swallowed the sweet cereal awkwardly.  “...candy.”
Steve rolled his eyes as he poured everyone a glass of juice, and Robin held back a snort with all the strength that she could muster while divvying out plates.
“Really lame, gross candy,” Hopper threw back over his shoulder while flipping pancakes.  He eyed Munson with a protective dad look on his eyes.
“The weird peanut butter smelling kind,” Murray added, reading a newspaper and gritting at the taste of his straight vodka.
“Thank you, Murray,” Joyce reprimanded him.
You were seated next to El and Mike, not allowed to help given your sharp shoulder pain and the medication beginning to sink in.  Steve placed your food in front of you, along with the kids’. 
“Fresh pot of coffee going on,” Hopper announced while cooking.
You sighed, turning to Steve.  “Baby, do you —”
You stopped, catching yourself.  But so did everyone else.  Too late now.
“...have…decaf…?”
Steve’s heart swelled, his cheeks flushing. 
Lucas and Dustin made eye contact, trying not to laugh or get giddy.  Mike and El did, too, along with Will.  All the kids were in on it now — thanks to last night’s impromptu sleepover in Max’s room, unbeknownst to the rest of the household.  The OG party knew the secret, but they also agreed (thanks to Dustin’s firm warning about Murray’s rampage last night) not to press either you or Steve about it yet.  Big emphasis on yet.
Robin poured syrup in slow motion, and Eddie bit back a shit-eating grin.  Argyle looked unfazed, though, dishing up a plate of food. 
Hopper was grinning down at the pancakes he was serving up, back turned to everyone still.  Joyce unabashedly looked like a very happy mama, as Murray’s eyes peeked over the newspaper gleefully.
“Yeah, baby, I do,” Steve said, shooting you a wink and moving to go get some.  You blushed at Steve’s returning the pet name.  Steve walked towards the large pantry, passing Nancy — who you saw was now standing in the doorway, having heard it too.  She looked tired, similarly to Jonathan.  You gave her a soft smile, which she reluctantly returned. 
Walking towards you, she asked in the smallest of voices —
“How're you feeling?...”
You could tell that something was wrong, wanting to ask but also not.  “Shoulder’s screaming, but not broken thankfully.  Just out of the socket, Dr. Owens’ popped it back into place.  I’ll be alright.  Thanks, Nance.”
She gave you a relieved, tight-lipped smile.  You gave her as soft a look as you could, and Mike chimed in to break the tension.
“Nancy, I swear, Jonathan’s gonna turn into a palm tree if he keeps blazing it up,” he snorts, the joke very ill-timed.  But Dustin’s chuckling, along with Lucas’s, keeps him in a state of oblivion.  Something flickers in Nancy's eyes, and to your surprise she chuckles too — humorlessly.  Darkly.
“Yeah.  You can say that again.”
…so she agrees with her brother’s joke?  Nancy moved to dish herself up a plate, expression bitter and her movements aggressive.   You felt bad and you didn’t even know why.
Mike definitely looked confused, along with his friends.  Will looked concerned, along with Joyce.  Mother and son made eye contact.
Steve returned, ready to make a pot of fresh decaf.  He brought an extra coffee pot with him.  Rich kid perks.
“Morning, Nance,” he acknowledged her, moving to make the coffee. 
Her heart seized, voice tight.  “Hey.”
Hopper made uncomfortable eye contact with Murray, who buried himself deeper into his chair with the newspaper.  He did not account for this sort of awkwardness when going on a rant last night… Hopper shot him a high-raised eyebrow while flipping another pancake.
Steve heated up the pot of decaf, taking a plate that Joyce dished up for him and moving to sit next to you.  Mike made room for him, not even questioning it.  That made Nancy scoop more than enough eggs onto her plate than necessary. 
Hopper clocked it.  “You, uhh…need some cheese, or…?” 
Joyce gave Hopper a disapproving look, old married couple behavior in full swing.  Nancy looked down at her plate, embarrassed.  “Oh…n-no, I’m —”
Nancy awkwardly moved to sit down at the table next to Dustin.  Robin gulped, knowing what this was all about.  Finally, everyone was seated at the table – aside from Steve, who stood to pour you a cup of hot decaf coffee before bringing it over to you.  You sipped it, eyes becoming hooded with exhaustion as the pain medication set in.  Steve scooted his chair closer so that you could lean on him if needed.  Nancy had to peel her eyes away, staring down at her food — playing with it, unable to stomach eating it now.
She couldn’t even be mad.  How could she?  What right did she have to be mad?  And who would she even be mad at?  You?  Steve?  Jonathan?
Herself.  She was mad at herself.
That’s what she realized last night, when she and Jonathan didn’t get a wink of sleep in their room.  They’d stayed up, hashing it out once and for all.  It was a hurricane of sadness, harsh truth and reality – all at once.  Words that had been left unsaid.  Feelings that had never been expressed.  Regrets, empty promises and words of disappointment.  All aired out like dirty laundry.  He had asked how long she’d been falling for Steve again, which she had countered by asking him how long he had been planning to dump her while he was in California.  Jonathan had been stunned into silence, asking how the hell she knew that and if she had spoken to Argyle.  Nancy’s eyes, filled with tears, had stared at him with the look of utmost betrayal.  “It was a hunch.  Until right now.”
Neither of them got closure that night.  Nearly 5 hours of back and forth, and it got them nowhere.  They went to bed angry.  Sad, heartbroken and lost.  But sleep didn’t find either of them.  Instead, they both stared in opposite directions — backs turned to one another in a shared bed.  The morning had re-ignited the argument whenever they heard Dr. Owens arriving, because when Jonathan had moved to get up, Nancy asked him bitterly: “need to go hide your stash?”  That started back up all sorts of hissed, whispered arguing.
“Nancy, where’d Jonathan go?” Joyce’s question, soft and a bit worried, rattled Nancy’s thoughts.
“He just…wanted to get some fresh air.”
Everyone was silent.  Dr. Owen’s looked up from his files.  “It’s really bad out there.  He really shouldn’t be breathing any of that in.”
Nancy grit her teeth, fork scraping across her plate and making Robin cringe at the jarring sound.  
Mike snorted as he ate more pancakes.  “His lungs are already in rough condition as it is.  Probably doesn’t even matter.”
Nancy narrowed her eyes down at her plate of toyed breakfast food, nauseas.  She nodded her head bitterly, speaking through gritted teeth: “Agreed.  What’s it matter?  Likely irreparable anyway.”
No one missed the double meaning behind that as she rose to stand and dump her plate into the trash.  She quickly made her way out of the room, knowing the damage was already done but not having it in her to care.  Nancy couldn’t get away fast enough.
Eddie looked so uncomfortable but also sympathetic.  He knew this was a result of last night, along with Robin.  They shared a quiet, concerned glance.  Mike and the kids were just confused.  What was her deal?
Steve’s brow was furrowed, along with yours — however, you were already feeling the medicine kick in so everything was starting to feel fuzzy.  Your fingers were wrapped around the hot cup of decaf, warming them.  You were wearing a few rings that Eddie had gifted you while in the upside down, and as Steve focused on them now he realized just how hot you looked wearing them.  He took in your slightly hooded eyes, moving to stand.  “Wanna go lie down?”
You nodded, excusing yourself and thanking Dr. Owens again.  He told you that he’d make sure to get the medication later today, then to Eddie — “Hey Munson, let’s go check on how those stitches are holding up, yeah?”
Eddie gulped.  He hated needles and doctor tools.
Robin smirked.  “Let’s go show him my handywork.”  They all moved off to the living room, followed by Hopper.
Joyce looked perplexed still, unsettled by Nancy’s exit.  She turned to Will, speaking softly, “Did Jonathan tell you anything?  Is something wrong?”
But Will shook his head, shrugging, just as confused and concerned.  “Nothing,” he whispered back. “I was gonna ask you that.”
The eldest and youngest Byers looked pensive, thinking.  Wondering.  Worrying.
Mike’s face was quizzical. “What do you mean?  Why would anything be wrong with them?”
An incredulous scoff from behind the newspaper made everyone turn in Murray’s direction.   The grouchy man just sipped on his morning cup of poison, minding his business — even though he stuck his nose in everybody else’s.  
Joyce’s eyes narrowed at the front page of the Hawkins Press.  Of course…
“Hey, Mur?”
Murray cringed at Joyce’s sugary sweet, all-knowing tone… Hesitantly, he lowered the paper by just barely an inch.  He internally winced at the motherly eyes that bore into his soul from the table.
“Wanna go help me start clearing out the basement?”
Oh my god, Joyce Byers is going to murder me in Steve Harrington’s basement.  
That’s all Murray thought while he set down his newspaper, swigged the last of his drink and followed her downstairs.  He began to mentally write his eulogy.
Hopper grunted, setting his fork down.  “Ahhh, geez,” he huffed, standing up to follow them.
The kids all eyed each other, left alone at the table — no adults or older teens in sight.  What the hell just happened?
***
Steve got you upstairs safely, tucking you into bed and making sure you had water at your bedside table along with a walkie so that you could signal for him if you needed anything.  It made you chuckle. 
“What?” he asked you, quizzically. 
You shook your head.  “Still wondering why you’re considered the mom?”
Steve shot you a wry look, no heat in his eyes.  You were already beginning to doze off, the better pain meds doing their thing – thanks to Dr. Owens. 
With a little shake of his head and fighting a smirk, Steve crouched to kiss your forehead, then your neck.
“Careful, Harrington,” you murmured sleepily.  “Don’t wan’g’my heart rate up.”
“Shush, I’m keeping it steady,” his lips murmured into your jaw.  You hummed in approval, feeling yourself beginning to drift off as his breathing tickled your neck.  Steve whispered that he loved you, and you faintly whispered it back as you fell asleep. 
Unable to contain himself, Steve placed his ear to your chest for a moment — listening to your heartbeat.  He frowned to himself, hearing the sporadic beat.  Thump.  Th-thump, thump.  Thump thump.  His throat started to burn, along with his eyes.  But your fingers gently scratching his head, ceasing as you finally fell asleep, kept his emotions at bay.
Steve reluctantly pulled himself a way, pressing a lingering kiss to your hand before making his way out of your bedroom door.
He jogged downstairs to meet with the adults again, checking on Eddie as he was finishing up with Dr. Owens.  The older man smiled at Steve.
“I gotta say, Harrington.  Your friend’s a natural caretaker.  Could be a nurse one day.”
Robin gave a smug grin.  “See?  I’m not just a band nerd.  Turns out, I’m a real geek.  A medical one, at that.”
Steve smirked back at her.  “Yeah well, hope you like blood and needles and guts.”
“Psh.  After the shit we’ve seen?” Robin scoffed.  “Think I can handle it.” 
“Touché,” Steve nodded.
“Speak for yourself,” Eddie grumbled.  “I never wanna see my own blood ever again.  I feel like a voodoo doll.  Vecna can suck my whole hairy ass.”
“Thaaaank you, Munson,” Robin cringed.  “Love that visual.”
“He can honestly suck mine, too.”
Dr. Owens muttering that was ten times more disturbing than Eddie.  The three teens were awkwardly quiet, aside from Eddie finally chuckling out of pity.  The older man didn’t even notice as he packed up his belongings.
“Alrighty then,” Dr. Owens said politely.  “Best be off.   I’ll be back tonight with the prescription for your lady.”
Steve blushed slightly at that, giving the doc a thankful nod.  
“Keep an eye on her,” Dr. Owen’s said kindly.  “She’ll be alright.  She’s a tough one.  Murray’s got one helluva soldier for a niece.”
“She’s bad to the bone,” Eddie reveled.
“Made of steel,” Steve agreed, fondly and voice soft.  But he nibbled at his lip, mind elsewhere.  He was still worried, and the doctor could tell.
“Just make sure she stays horizontal and lets those ribs heal.  That’ll do her heart some good.  And don’t fret.  I’ve seen way worse.”
Dr. Owens’ gave a firm pat and squeeze to Steve’s shoulder, hoping it would give him plenty of assurance. Steve gave him a quick, tight-lipped grin, pretending it helped.  Robin looked at her best friend worriedly. 
With that, Dr. Owen’s made his way out.  Hopper met him at the doorway, walking out with him.
“STEVE, WHERE’S THE PUDDING?”
Dustin’s sudden shouts from the kitchen made everyone jump.
“Jesus H. Christ —” Eddie hissed, clutching his heart.
“Henderson,” Steve exhaled, raking a hand through his hair as he turned to march towards the kitchen.  “I swear to god.”
“Lemme handle it,” Eddie huffs.  “Yo, BUTT MUNCH.  WE JUST HAD BREAKFAST.”
Stepdad of the year.
Steve would normally wave off the offered help, being the assigned mother of the group.  But even as the kids all made noise with Eddie, he found himself just…letting him take care of it.  He needed a break.  Needed to think.
“Steve, Joyce is asking where the keys to the basement breaker are,” Erica was asking him as she rounded the corner.
Steve blinked, nodding and wrapping his head around the request.  But Robin stepped in, sensing his internal overwhelm.
“I’ll get them,” she told Erica, shooting a quick look at Steve.  “Kitchen drawer, yeah?”
He nodded, sighing with relief.  Robin made her way there with Erica, and Steve took that as a chance at escape.  He could feel his chest tightening, breathing constricting a bit.  Yikes, he needed some air.  But that wasn’t an option either.  Best bet was the nearest empty room.  Max’s room was closer than his.  Steve quickly bound the stairs, pinching his nose and slipping into the room quietly — needing a moment, just a moment.
El walked out of the hallway restroom, right after Steve had closed the door.  She made for the stairs, heading down to find Hopper.  When he walked back inside from his chat with Dr. Owens, the two of them made for the basement — telling the kids to follow, while Robin told Lucas she would handle replenishing Max’s feeding tube upstairs.  She knew how to, since Dr. Owens had given strict intrusions to not only the adults but also to her.  She, along with you and Steve, knew how to handle it thoroughly.  Robin found herself oddly keen on helping people with the medical stuff.  It gave her a newfound sense of purpose.  She headed upstairs, pep in her step — who knows?  Maybe she’d found her calling, she wondered to herself.
She opened Max’s door, freezing when she found Steve on the other side of it.  Her heart sank.
Her best friend stood leaning against the wall to the right of the door frame — facing Max’s bed.  His face was scrunched, pained.  
“Steve…” Robin murmured, heartbroken.  She quickly shut the door, locking it and placing a hand on his shoulder.  The sight of a tear-track on his face, glistening in the gloomy natural light of the room, made her frown.
Steve looked at her for all of a millisecond, feeling caught but unable to stop now.  His emotions were definitely catching up with him, and Robin wasn’t surprised — given just how long he’d been keeping shit in.  She’d known for a while now: Steve Harrington needed a good, long fucking cry.  She watched him pinch the bridge of his nose, his pretty face crumpling even more and shoulders shaking as he bit down on his lip hard. 
“Steve, hey, it’s just me,” she whispered kindly, hugging and rubbing his shoulders while resting her chin there.  He kept as much noise trapped inside of his throat as possible, mainly just letting it all come out through a quiet flow of steady tears as he stood tensely.  He gratefully clasped onto one of Robin’s hands — with the one hand he wasn’t holding to the bridge of his nose with, willing the tears to stop.
“You’re really overdue for this,” Robin nudged him gently, squishing her cheek deeper into the curve of his shoulder.  “Seriously, I’ve been wondering when the hell you were gonna let it all out…”
Steve coughed on what seemed to be half a laugh, half a sob.  He was frustrated with himself.  With everything.  Your heart is failing you now and maybe forever.  Max is still in a coma.  His loved ones are all in danger.  His kids can’t catch a break.  His parents left.  Hawkins is basically dead.  And the upside down just gets closer, no matter how many gates they’ve closed over the last 3 years.
SO YEAH.  Robin was right.  Steve needed to fucking cry.
She stood there with him for a little while, letting her presence comfort him and not pushing.  Steve really did hit the jackpot with her in the best friend department.
“Sometimes, I wonder if she’s still there.”
Steve’s voice was thick, low and vibrating the room.  Robin knew who he meant, following his gaze.  Max.
Robin hummed.  “Trust me.  That little firecracker is very much alive and can’t wait to tear into all of us with her redheaded temper and sarcastic wit.”
If Robin had been looking at him, she would have seen the corner of Steve’s lips quirk up briefly in amusement.  She was right, of course.
“Think she knows?” Robin asks softly, still leaning onto Steve.  “About…anything?”
She felt Steve take a deep breath, exhaling deeply as he rubbed his face.  “M’not sure,” he murmurs, thoughts grim.  “Honestly, I hope not.  That’d mean she’s still trapped in there.  Somewhere dark.  Vile, and awful.”
Robin shuddered at that, hating the thought.  She decided to ask something different.  Lighter.
“Think she knew you were head over heels for a girl you swore you couldn’t stand?”  She turned her head on Harrington’s shoulder so that she was looking up at him with teasing eyes and a wiggling brow.  “Vowed to hate, forever and always, cross your heart and hope to die?”
Steve shook his head, beginning to grin.  He looked at Max the whole time while doing so, imagining his little sister/daughter figure giving him hell for falling for you but completely loving it.  Because while he knew that Max loved him — that little shit loved the hell out of you.
Steve’s frown suddenly returned, face crumpling all over again.  It broke Robin’s heart as she watched fresh tears fill his eyes, which he trapped from falling by quickly scrunching his eyes shut again and digging the heels of his palms into them.  It made Robin want to bawl.  But she held it together for Steve’s sake, lifting her head to turn and hug him tight.  She shushed him softly, desperate to calm him.  Comfort him, assure him.
Steve sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, forbidding his cries to make noise.  He couldn’t.  Not right now.  He could scream into a pillow later.  Right now, he just let Robin hold him until he got it together again.
Eventually, Steve pulled back — swiping at his eyes and nose, sniffing hard.  Robin looked at him sadly, rubbing his arms and letting him steady his breathing.
“Jesus, Robin, a heart arrhythmia…”
Robin had a feeling that was what was weighing heavily on Steve’s mind.  You, and your newly failing heart.  It made her upset, too.  Deeply upset.  It worried her sick.  But she couldn’t let Steve sense that.  Not right now.  She needed to be there for him — and by extension, you.
“We’re gonna steady it, Steve,” Robin promised, voice low but fierce.
Steve shuddered a sigh, eyes downcast and mind racing as he carded his fingers through his hair.  “It’s the end of the fucking world and all our heart rates are already on edge as it is —”
“So we keep her here,” Robin interrupted, gently.  “Out of harm’s way, as best we can.  We don’t let her put herself in a position to freak out.”  She paused, thinking.  “Yknow, come to think of it, Bauman’s probably the coolest outta all of us big kids.  Pretty sure that chick has freaked out the least.”
Steve rolled his eyes fondly.  Oh, you.  “Yeah, because she’s a fucking sociopath like her uncle.”
Robin genuinely laughed at that, unable to help it.  Steve smiled, too.  But a few tears met the smile and the breathy laugh he let out.  Robin thumbed them away sweetly.
“She’s great,” Robin told him.  “Really great.  Stupid great.  Maybe my favorite lady I’ve had the pleasure of meeting.  Aside from Vicki.”
Steve sniffed.  “You tryna steal my girl?”
Robin cocked an eyebrow, happy to hear him teasing.  Good, it’s working.  “Oh, so she is your girl now, huh?  Exclusive, off-limits?”
Steve bit back a big, bashful smile — looking at her almost shyly and nudging her foot with his shoe.  He turned to look at Max, nodding in her direction.
“Think she’d approve?”
Robin looked at the sleeping girl, too.  She smiled sadly.  “Depends.  Of you two as a pair?  Yeah.  You’re mom and dad.  As far as she’s concerned, neither one of you has anyone else out there deserving of you both.  So I’d assume she feels you guys deserve each other more than anyone else deserves either of ya.”
Steve actually smiled at that, eyes sparkling as he looked at Max.  He took a minute to take in her still form, thinking back to when he first met her with the kids.  She was a badass.  You’d have thought she’d been fighting monsters all her life.  She actually took better to the whole upside down shit than he had, whenever he went over to Jonathan Byers’ house to apologize then got roped into all the madness.  He had to give it to her: Max was hardcore.
“I really need this shithead to wake up,” Steve chuckled humorlessly.
Robin did, too, squeezing his arm as she shook her head at Max’s sleeping face hooked up to a breathing tube.  “When she does…it’ll be a helluva reunion.”
Steve liked that.  When.
“And whennn your girl gets her strength back,” Robin continued, “along with her ribs back in tact, you know…given you, Byers and Munson took her to pound town…”
Steve made a face.  “Gross.  Don’t say that, no.”
“Damn, Harrington, get your head outta the gutter,” Robin popped her hip into Steve’s side.  “Even when I’m being serious, talking about resuscitation — not sex…you’re still jealous…at a hypothetical.”
Steve gave her a wry look, but then placed his cheek on top of her head as he looked at Max.
“As I was saying…” Robin murmured, a smile in her voice.  “When your girl is back up to speed, she will give you all the heart attacks to make up for it.  You won’t be able to stand her guts but you’ll be so in love with her it won’t matter.  And then Max will wake up…give you two shit for it…then be a mess of joy because the two babysitters turned enemies have suddenly become lovers.”  Robin paused, smiling to herself.  “And I’ll be the happiest, proudest, most sappy-go-lucky best friend in the world.”
Steve breathed a sigh at that, content.  It brought him peace in this moment — the idea of you, perfectly fine and all in one piece.  The idea of his kid waking up, her memory still intact along with her sarcasm and quick wit.  The idea of his best friend being so happy to see him so happy.
He threw an arm around her, and the two best friends just stood there for another several moments to revel in the quiet of it all — allowing themselves to dream.  Allowing themselves to believe.
***
Meanwhile, Eddie definitely did not feel guilty for having eaten the last 3 puddings that Henderson had selfishly stashed for himself.  Little bro’s just gonna have to cope, he thought to himself as he jogged up the stairs.  
He almost broke into song, Master of Puppets rambling on inside his head -- but stopped himself when he heard voices.  Tense voices. 
Eddie’s pace came to a slow, and he became not only more aware of his steps — but the voices, too.  Where they were coming from…to whom they belonged…
"So he was then. He was going to break up with me."
"Listen, I...I realllllllly don't wanna...speak outta term here..."
Only one guy under this roof talked that slowly, and only one lady under this roof spoke with that crisply.
Argyle and Nancy.
"Look, just -- tell me exactly what he said."
"That is what he said, man, I swear..."
Eddie could hear Nancy huffing exasperatedly. For a rich family, Steve's parents' house had some really cheap, thin doors...
He crept closer, still standing a few paces down. Just in case he needed to bolt, should someone catch him listening in -- or in case one of the two speaking on the other side of the door barged out of the room. Eddie listened, his senses on high alert and his curiosity burning.
"Then he was going to break up with me -- God, I knew it. I just knew it!"
Wait, Eddie thought. Jonathan was going to break up with her...? And Argyle knew...? But then...wait, then how did Nancy...?
"Look, Nancy," Argyle was sighing, sounding pretty worried despite his usual lackadaisical tone. "He didn't want to, alright? I'm a bro. I know when a brother's down bad, he was just freaking himself out, you know -- because of where you wanna go to college...where he wants to go to college..."
"Oh, that is so NOT an excuse."
"Which is whyyy I told him to talk to you --"
"Then why didn't he. Huh? Why didn't he??"
Eddie gulped. He could hear the genuine hurt and betrayal in Nancy's voice. Sheez, Byers was in for one helluva fight...
"Honestly, I'm asking myself that too, Nancy," Argyle was huffing this out, matching her energy. Even he sounded exasperated with his best bro. "But I'm also remembering that...like...that creepy Vecna dude kinda threw off everybody's groove. I mean -- I came to pick them up from the house and it was all getting shot up and stuff, liiiike...shit kinda hit the fan...you know...?"
"That's...still, that's not..."
"Annnnd you guys were all caught up in the shit going down back in Hawkins, man...you know? Chrissy, and...that coworker of yours, annnnd...that other random dude who hung out with... shiiiit, what was his name...? Jake...?"
"Jason," Nancy muttered lowly.
"That guy."
"Look -- Argyle." Nancy huffed again, flustered at life but regaining her edge. "Upside down stuff aside, Jonathan still took the time to talk this out with you. Not me, you. For weeks."
There was an awkward pause before Argyle spoke.
"...yeah, that's pretty bad..."
"He could have called. He could have written me. He could've, he could've, he could've. But he didn't."
"Why didn't you tell him that?"
"...what?"
Oh shit, Eddie gulped.
"Whenever we all got back here," Argyle explained. "Back in Hawkins. Why didn't you confront him about it?"
Another awkward silence.
"...I..." Nancy stumbled.
"Why didn't you go up to him, call his ass out, and call him out for not talking to you?" Argyle was suddenly sounding pretty sure of himself. It was out now character for him. Oddly? It suited him.
"I...I..."
Meanwhile, Nancy was uncharacteristically not sounding sure of herself.
Argyle gained speed.
"Think about it! You say you knew something was off...you say he was giving you mixed signals...you say he got back and suddenly acted like everything was fine, but that you sensed things still were not fine...so then why let it go? Why not tell him yourself? You're a loud woman."
"Whoa, what?" Nancy stuttered.
"You are!!! That's a compliment! You're loud and proud. You wear the damn pants. You have a gun collection. You don't hold back, even if you don't say fully what it is that you mean. Your poker face is shit."
"Argyle...!"
"You've been avoiding it too, Nancy," Argyle cut her off.
At this point, Eddie was frozen as he listened. Damn. When did Argyle become a therapist?
Clearly, Nancy was asking herself the same thing. Because it was quiet. Severely quiet.
Eddie started tracing shapes into the carpet with his mind while he stared at the ground, waiting to hear more dialogue. But it was crickets.
Finally, he heard Argyle sighing deeply. "Maybe if you both just...I dunno, man...listened to each other. Like...heard one another. You both just keep using whatever it is that you ask each other to like...one up each other...and it doesn't get either of you anywhere, man... Just hear each other out."
A tap on Eddie's shoulder made him flinch back, nearly jumping out of his skin. He whipped around to see Robin, staring at him with wide eyes. She held a finger to her lips.
Eddie couldn't believe that he managed to keep the scream trapped inside of him. He sagged with relief, heart pounding and silently pantomiming strangling her. Don't scare me like that. Her head bobbed back and forth as he shook her by the shoulders, and together they realized that they were both in on the secret:
Nancy and Jonathan are not alright.
Together, they softly crept down the hallway into Steve's bedroom. As Robin closed the door, Eddie whirled around to speak in a hissed whisper.
"Holy shit, what the fuck, this is like a soap opera --"
"Shhhhh," Robin hissed back, swatting at him to keep quiet.
"I'm literally whispering."
"And spitting."
"Sorry."
They continued whispering through gritted teeth, relieved to have each other to confide in. Eddie and Robin were beginning to feel like the zany aunt and uncle of the group who knew too much about everything going on around the house. It bonded them for sure. They knew about you and Steve, which also became a topic of whispered conversation right now as they sat cross-legged on the floor of Steve's bedroom.
"Sorry, but can we talk about how off we were trying to push Wheeler back on Harrington?" Eddie's eyebrows were raised practically to the top of his hairline.
Robin scoffed at themselves, shaking her head. "I'll say..."
"It was right there under our noses and we just..." Eddie moved his hand in a straight line, "...breeeeezed onnnnn past it."
"Yeah, but honestly?" Robin whispered eagerly. "I thought Bauman hit a sore spot that could never be repaired. Steve seriously was in love with Nancy. Like, really in love."
Eddie chuckled lowly, shaking his head. "Trust me. I said the same thing. To his face directly, while we were in the upside down. Told him that what Wheeler did -- diving into the lake after him -- was the most unambiguous sign of true love I'd ever seen in my life." He paused, thinking. "But what I failed to realize was that...it was Bauman who freaking lunged for him first on the boat. And the way he clung to her hand, despite also looking mad at her for doing that --"
Eddie was reliving the memory, realizing something. Robin was, too.
"He was mad that she put her life on the line," Robin nodded along, slowly stitching together his thoughts.
"But it was just so fast," Eddie pointed out as he agreed. "Literally, one moment Harrington's back to the surface, getting ready to hop back on the boat. Next, he's being tugged down by that -- that thing... And Bauman just -- lunged for him. And he grabbed her hand, but the look he shot her?... It was so...conflicted..."
Robbin nodded, swallowing hard. "Like he grabbed her hand back gratefully, but also hated what she'd just done to herself by putting her life on the line."
"Which is whyyyy," Eddie continued, figuring it all out. "Whenever she got dragged underneath with him, and the two of them went at it -- bickering like crazy when we all got down there with 'em and fought off the bats...he was so mad at her. And she was mad that he was mad."
Robin scoffed a laugh, pace palming. "And all we saw was Nancy diving in after him --"
"After Bauman already beat her to it," Eddie muffled into his palms. “Duuuuude, they’re so in love. Been love. Unambiguously in love.”
"We are idiots," Robin giggled, face palming.
"Not as big as they are, though," Eddie corrected, snorting. They both snickered like big kids into their hands, trying to keep quiet.
Eddie finally sighed, thinking fondly. "Those two are actually stupid fucking adorable."
Robin smiled wistfully. "Yeah. Yeah, they are." She bit her lip, thinking. "Honestly, I've...I've never seen Steve this torn up."
She told Eddie how worried she was for her best friend. How worried she was for you. How desperately she wished that all of this would go away. How she prayed that Max would wake up, and that Vecna would choke on his own guts and that the upside down would cease to exist.
Eddie nodded, eyes solemn as he gnawed on his cheek. "I wish I could've known Chrissy better."
Robin's brows pinched together. She could see the genuine remorse -- maybe even regret -- in Eddie's eyes. Had there been...feelings there...?
"Wish that I'd..." Eddie mumbled, eyes on the ground searching for the words. "That I'd just...I don't know. Tried to notice, or care about something other than living in my own world all the time."
Robin gave his hand a squeeze, shooting him a synaptic tight-lipped smile. Eddie squeezed her hand back, gratefully.
"You're doing that now," Robin reminded him softly. "Chrissy sees that."
Eddie looked at her, his eyes going glassy. He looked like a sweet puppy when he got emotional. Robin noted just how wholesome that was as she placed her other hand on top of theirs.
"We seriously need to kill this son of a bitch," Eddie whispered, angered anguish briefly flashing in his dark eyes.
Robin nodded fiercely. "We will."
They took a few moments to just be in silence, letting it all land.
A light knock at the door broke through the tranquility of the silence, concluding the tender moment. Eddie and Robin looked at Steve's bedroom door, taking a second before Robin rose to answer it. Eddie figured that was best, given she is the platonic soulmate of the room's owner.
Neither of them were sure what to expect exactly, as far as who was on the other side of the door. Robin half expected it to be Steve himself. Eddie's expectations looked a lot like one of the kids.
So when they saw Jonathan standing on the other side, that made them all go stiff.
He still looked awful. Eyes rimmed red from exhaustion, a little bloodshot. His hair was messy, not sure how to sit on his head. These days, Jonathan looked haggard. While he was never the pretty-boy type, Jonathan was always good looking in a moody, brooding sort of way. The unconventionally attractive type. Lately? He just looked worn down, tired and a little bit like a bum. Definitely not the type of guy you would expect Nancy Wheeler to be going steady with, given how polished and precise she is. Opposites attract, but at this rate the two of them were becoming contrasts of one another.
"Hey," Jonathan said softly, timidly. He looked caught, but so did Robin and Eddie as he looked at both of them.
"Hey," they awkwardly repeated.
After a long, awkward, pregnant pause, Jonathan finally cleared his throat and gave his legs a little pat -- as if that might help break the tension.
"Is uhh, is Steve here?"
Robin shook her head. "No, he's with Bauman. I told him to go take a nap, since Dr. Owens got her so early and I know he's not sleeping."
Jonathan's eyes softened, looking sympathetic and giving her a light nod. He scratched his neck. Eddie clocked some weird sort of guilty glint in his eye. Like something was really on his mind and he needed to get it off his chest. There was almost an anxious twitch to him.
Eddie began to realize that he knew what this was about. About why Jonathan was looking for Steve, and why he looked so glum. So anxious.
Because Eddie was there that day. When you fell. When you died. When Jonathan tried to step in and bring you back, before Steve was finally able to step in. Eddie was there, watching it all happen. He watched Steve fall apart, fraying at the seams. He watched Jonathan exhaust himself with the attempted CPR. He watched how it completely exerted him, no doubt thanks to the lack of decent nutrition and lung damage that was due to the purple palm tree delight. That had to have to have set Jonathan's lungs on fire, as he desperately tried pumping air back into your lungs. Eddie had watched Jonathan lean back, only for Steve to verbally tear into him.
DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING STOP.
IT'S NOT WORKING, IT'S TOO LATE.
NONE OF US GAVE UP ON YOUR BROTHER. FUCK YOU, BYERS. FUCK YOU.
The storm of words between Harrington and Byers was no doubt long overdue. That was evident with every single word that Steve spat at Jonathan, and every word that Jonathan bitterly wept. Both men had shrieked at each other, shrill and angry and hurt.
Eddie had watched as they both went at it, Steve lashing out and Jonathan feebly fighting back. He might not have been close with them in high school. He might have run in completely different circles than them. He might not have known anything about the two of them, or what sort of crucial role they played in each other's lives, or how the upside down not only existed but also forced them to merge worlds. But fast forward to yesterday, when you were dead at everyone's feet and no one knew if they would save you -- Eddie saw 3 years of unspoken words go flying between Steve and Jonathan. He watched it all unfold, ugly and loud and anguished.
Because while Steve might have found some sort of silent (albeit avoidant) peace that he inwardly had made with Jonathan Byers, his bitterness was still there. Festering, festering, festering...never truly unloading itself whenever he projected onto you.
Because you hadn't taken Nancy away. Jonathan had.
Maybe that's partly why Steve got so livid with Jonathan. Because he could now. Now that you were gone, or so they'd thought, he had no choice but to scream at Jonathan. To finally let him have it.
FUCK YOU BYERS. FUCK YOU.
Steve had screamed that in Jonathan's face, voice wrecked from angry tears and shrieks of pure fear. It was fucking personal.
And Jonathan had taken it. Like he deserved it. Because maybe a part of him did. Maybe, just maybe, a big part of him did. Not because he wasn't a decent guy. Hell no, Byers was a great dude. He had just...lost his way. And that was fine. But really, he wasn't as present as usual -- given his more frequently ~high~ state, and his newfound friendship with Argyle. That wasn't a bad thing. It just...changed things.
Eddie had watched Byers go from the super observant, introverted wallflower to a nonchalant, low-key absent-minded, slightly lazy guy. Not nearly as driven as before. Not that he was ever this super academic, wildly driven type to begin with. Still, there had been something more to Byers prior to now. Something alive. Lately? Byers looked like he was simply surviving. Doing just a bit more than the bare minimum to get by.
Meanwhile, Steve had grown exponentially. He'd gone from being an entitled, snobbish rich kid who made C's and D's to a street-smart hero who knew how to protect and care for both kids and his friends, along with being trusted by the adults involved in all of these terrifying circumstances. He wasn't the teacher's pet growing up, but he certainly was the favorite now. He was Steve Harrington: bad boy turned supermom/superboy. He wasn't quite superman. He'd lost the girl, because Lois Lane had chosen Bruce Wayne over him. But along the way, he'd unexpectedly fallen for Gotham City's badass princess who floated under the radar until she found her way into the circle of Hawkins Heroes -- the upside down underdogs. Steve was strong, he was loyal and he was true.
So that afternoon next to the electric fence, those two men were having a 3-year standoff without even truly acknowledging it. It was bound to blow up in their faces at some point. And you had been the catalyst.
Eddie took all of that in by looking at Jonathan Byers as he stood in Steve Harrington's doorway, looking into the eyes of the former jock's best friend and his new unexpected friend of a metalhead.
"When he's up...I need to speak with him."
Jonathan's voice shook a bit, nervously. But he made eye contact with both Robin and Eddie. His eyes were sincere, remorseful and eager. "Please."
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How did you meet mama
Jake x tonowari x reader x neytiri x ronal + sully kids, grace, and mo'at
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All kids love stories and would always ask their parents to tell them stoires when need some entertainment or wanted to hear a tale. There was always the special story that kids love to hear, and that will be how their parents had meet and soon fall in love. There was always a chance a kid will ask that story even due it might, of been told again and again there was always someone telling the story.
the kids " ........" the kids are stuck inside today as it was a very bad storm outside, and they were not allowed outside as it was deemed unsafe.
lo'ak " I'm bored"
rotxo" I'm with lo'ak on that we have done everything we mostly do on rainy days"
aonung " oh come on guys we can find something else to do"
lo'ak " like what we did our chores and anything else we were given, and have done some of our hobbies now I'm bored I need something else"
neteyam " well why don't we find something to do that can keep us all entertained"
?????? " hey we are home" the kids soon looked up to see their parents there all expect you as you were gone at the moment.
Jake " hello children"
kids " hey dad"
Jake " now what the matter why are you all sad"
tuk " we can't play outside daddy"
tonowari " aww sweetie to not safe even we have to come inside as well"
lo'ak " well now we are bored and how nothing else to do"
ronal " well why don't we do something as a family like you mama always does ... speaking of her where she is"
neteyam " she went to help uncle norm and max something came up"
neytiri " it not a family time without here"
Jake " I can go get here" Jake was about to leave and go find you when lighten had hit.
Jake " yeah she will kill me if I go to her when it lighten" Jake soon sat down everyone knew that was, because you hate it when they will go out during bad weather.
tuk " can we tell stories mama does that for us"
neytiri " sure baby what will you love to hear"
tuk " how you meet mama"
tonowari " that story we have told that so many times"
tuk " well I haven't heard it and I want that story please and nothing else" the four adults soon smile and sighed as they knew the older kids love, that story as they soon looked at the kids and started the story.
fifteen years or more years ago Jake
y/n " ......." you were walking around the scientist section of the RDA base, you were heading towards the laboratory to meet with grace and speak with her.
norm " see you are going to love it here Jake, it might take some getting us to but you will caught on soon"
Jake " I hope so I'm new and don't know that much"
norm " don't worry ....y/n"
y/n " norm is that you" you soon ran to your friend hugging him and soon looking at the man next to him.
norm " I'm so happy you are here how long have you been here"
y/n " two years now I'm so happy you are here when you told me, you will be coming I was happy"
norm " hey this is Jake sully Tommy brother he will be joining us"
y/n " hello Jake I knew your brother well I'm sorry for you lost"
Jake " thank you"
y/n " are you two heading towards the lab I can take you"
norm " sure" you had taken the two man to grace laboratory and soon showed them around, you had become close to the duo. It always seem like Jake was trying to find ways to get time with you.
Jake " so y/n if I knew beautiful women like you were here I would, of signed up in a heart beat" you soon smile at Jake words as they were very sweet.
y/n " that very sweet Jake"
Jake " y/n are your glitter because you are the sparkle in my life" you had laugh at Jake pick up line making the man smile, as it seems like he was winning you over.
y/n " come on solider boy lets get some dinner and you can tell me more of your pick up lines"
Jake " yes ma'am"
end of Jake story
lo'ak " so you won mama over a few nice words"
Jake " well not official but that broke the ice for us and we soon started becoming friends and later on dating"
neteyam " so you were in love in mama when you fist saw her"
Jake " yes she won in over that day I saw her in the hallways"
tsireya " aww that so sweet"
kiri " that wonderful dad"
tuk " aww I love that story daddy"
Jake " good baby girl"
ronal " I still can't believe she had fallen in love with you over those foolish words"
Jake " don't hate me because she was with me before you all came around"
neytiri " she was not with you when we all meet her"
neteyam " yes the other story"
tuk " there another one"
ronal " yes there is baby girl will you love to hear it"
tuk " yes mommy yes please"
fifteen year or many year ago ( tonowari, ronal, and neytiri)
grace " don't wonder to far y/n"
y/n " I will not grace"
Jake " you have the talent of always wondering off"
y/n " yes and you have the talent of something always chasing you Jakie" you soon walked away from Jake laughing at him, as you were wondering around.
y/n " this place is beautiful" you were looking at some of the flowers collect some fallen petals to study later on, you soon saw some wood sprits come by as well.
y/n " hello little ones" one of them had landed on your noise making you smile and laugh. That when you heard something moving in the brushes, you soon looked around to find the source of the noise.
y/n " grace is that you"
y/n " Jake if you are pranking me again you will face my wrath" you had thought it was Jake but you were dead wrong, when navi women had came out.
y/n " oh hello there" the women soon made her way towards you and started looking at you.
y/n " I mean no harm I just came here to do some work" the women soon looked at you, she had given you a smile.
????? " I know you mean no harm I saw what the spirt had done, it seems like you been chosen by eywa ..... I'm neytiri and who most you be"
y/n " y/n l/n" neytiri soon smiled towards you right away she had been drawn to you, even due you didn't do that much you had won her over straight away. This meeting had made your second meetings with her funny and good it had allowed Jake and you to learn the ways as well.
y/n " how do I look in this outfit neytiri"
neytiri " you look beautiful y/n now you look like a navi"
y/n " thank you"
neytiri " now come on let have some fun before anyone comes to interrupt us"
y/n " are you sure"
neytiri " yes I'm sure now come" neytiri soon grabbed your hand and soon dragged you away from the home tree, she enjoyed spending her off time with you.
months later
mo'at " y/n can you come here for a bit"
y/n " yes mo'at how may I help you" you soon noticed mo'at was standing with some navi from the ocean.
mo'at " this is y/n she is healer among her people and very smart as well, she may be able t help as well" some of the navi were giving her dirty looks but that was understanding for you, as the war did just and everyone was still recovering from what had happened.
y/n " if anyone need help please come seek me out" the navi had nodded their heads, Jake and neytiri were gone for a couple days so you were alone at the moment. You are petting your dire horse by a massive and deep river, when you heard something.
y/n " oh hello" you had turned around when you heard water moving, and you soon looked behind and saw two reef navi standing there.
????? " hello we came to see you as you had gotten our attention"
y/n " oh"
????? " this is tonowari and I'm ronal we have never seen a dream walker like you, until now there seems to be something special to you"
y/n " thank you I think"
tonowari " we heard you helped in the battle as well taking care of injured and sick"
y/n " yes that my responsibility and I was not going to let anymore lives be lost if I could save them"
ronal " that very pure and mighty of you" you had smiled at the words ronal and tonowari seem very friendly.
y/n " if you wish to learn more I will tell you"
tonowari " yes we will love to" you had spend most of the day speaking with tonowari and ronal, and forming a friendship with them.
y/n " yes these are some of the human stuff we use, that help keep us alive"
ronal " this is amazing" the days following you were able to help tonowari and ronal understand the human a bit more, and it was working very well.
tonowari " you humans seem very fragile but are good fighters"
y/n " well yes we are very weak compared to avatars and navi, but we have our ways of fighting and keeping ourselves safe"
tonowari " ummm maybe you and your people can come learn something in our lands"
y/n " I think they will be loved very much" tonowari and ronal had been drawn to you as well, similar to neytiri and they wish to keep you around a bit more. They had been given the chance to have you be with them a bit more, with Jake and neytiri coming as well. Later on a relationship will start between you and them as you had fallen, in love with them as they had fallen in love with you.
end of second story
tsireya " aww I always love hearing these stoires"
kiri " yes they are very sweet"
tuk " aww I love the stories can I hear more"
ronal " sure sweetie you can hear more later on"
lo'ak " the stories are very good I like them"
Jake " well I'm happy to hear that son"
neteyam " did you all really fall in love with mom when you first saw her"
tonowari " yes there was something special that drawn us to her and we have been, in love with her every since and there nothing we will chance about it"
aonung " I hope to find love like that one day"
neytiri " you will when the time comes"
rotxo " it easy to say that mama had fallen in love with you four as well"
Jake " yes she did and look we have a family to show" the kids smile as they were looking at their parents.
y/n " hey what going on here" you soon look at your family as they smile.
tuk " we are hearing the stoires on how you feeling in love and meet each other"
y/n " oh those stories"
tuk " do you have anymore stoires to tell us mama"
y/n " yes I do sweetie" you soon joined your family in the home as you started telling them stoires, as your kids listen and your mates have their attention on you. Even after all these days and year you were still able to find a way to drawn their attention, even in many was small or big.
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We'll Be All Right - Steve Harrington
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Summary: In the aftermath of the showdown with Vecna, you question if everything you had imagined for your future with Steve was in jeopardy.
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Munson!Reader
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: MAJOR angst, happy ending tho, very sad steve :'(, lil fluff as a treat
a/n: munson!reader but no mention of parents, so can be any type of sibling (i.e. step, half, bio)
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You weren’t even sure when things had gotten so bad.
It was like one day you woke up and there was a tension between the two of you.
The air around you two was suddenly stale. It left you awkwardly dancing around each other on tiptoes, trying desperately to keep what was left of you together, grasping at the threads that only seemed to fray the more you reached for them.
The loss to Vecna was still fresh in everyone’s minds, as fresh as the giant cracks through Hawkins that had killed so many. It was still painfully fresh in your own mind. You had lost your brother Eddie, and you had left him there, in the Upside Down.
You couldn’t escape the pain that encompassed you no matter where you went. The memory of coming back to your trailer and finding him laying there with Dustin. He was already gone by then, and you had missed out on spending his final moments with him.
You could still hear your screams in your ears as your knees buckled and met the hard ground. You could still feel Steve’s arms circling you, holding you as you crawled to your brother, his eyes open but unseeing.
You remembered Dustin talking to you, sputtering out apologies and trying to explain that Eddie had sacrificed himself to save him—to save you and the others. He had told you that even in his last moments, Eddie had told him to tell you that he loved you. And no matter how much you tried to push it down, an awful part of you rose up that wanted to resent Dustin for being the one with him and not you. You knew it wasn’t fair, but you had lost your brother, and nothing was fair anymore.
The next few days had been the hardest. You had been the one to tell your Uncle Wayne, and it had made things worse, because he had been so relieved to see you. He had pulled you into a ferocious hug, just like he had done when you were a child, whispering how grateful he was that you were all right. But then his face dropped when you hadn’t answered his questions about Eddie.
Everywhere you looked, you saw Eddie. Your trailer no longer felt safe and homely. It was an open wound that housed everything Eddie had been and would never become. His graduation cap that had been hanging from the end of his bed for three years would never be worn. His guitar would never be played again. You would never come home to complain about the volume of his amp, and you felt guilty for all the times you did. The posters on his walls stared at you every time you entered his room, mocking you with reminders of Eddie on stage.
Two days after his death, Steve had found you on the floor of Eddie’s room, surrounded by torn up posters that you had ripped from the walls. Your throat was raw from the screaming, both in anger, and then agony as you tried to put them back together. As you tried to piece back together this part of your brother.
Steve hadn’t tried to tell you it would be OK. Because he knew it wouldn’t be.
He had just held you, tears of his own welling up as you sobbed into his chest, barely able to hold yourself up, hating that he couldn’t take this pain away for you. Hating that he couldn’t make this better.
Weeks later, and everything had settled into a melancholic lull of trying to get through each day without crying.
Some days were better than others. The days when you visited Max were worse. When you sat at her bedside in hospital and read the letter she had given you aloud, eyes running over the heartfelt words that she had been too scared to say out loud. You sometimes wondered if she could hear you. And every time you did, you prayed that your voice would guide her back to the surface.
You had already lost a brother. You couldn’t lose someone who was like a little sister, too.
Steve and you had grown distant. Even as the two of you curled against each other at night, the space between you seemed to stretch for miles.
There had been no fight, no angry words, you just grew further from each other as the days passed.
And you hated it.
You hated that he was right there beside you and yet he felt so far away. You hadn’t felt this separate from Steve since before you got together three years ago. Before you had really known him, back when he was King Steve, and you were The Freak’s Sister, who had been partnered together for a science project.
That seemed like lifetimes ago now, and you never thought that you would feel that way again.
Because even when he kissed you, it felt like there was a wall growing higher and higher. Even when you sat together, pressed into his side, he wasn’t there. His eyes were on the TV, but his mind was far away.
In your own mind, you knew that you were hardly any better. You knew that you were pulling away from him just as much as you wanted him to be closer.
It was as if you were stuck in a weird dance of yearning and anguish, perpetually out of step.
At first, you thought you could fix it by trying to go back to how you were before, but that only resulted in you breaking down in your car as you caught sight of one of Eddie’s tapes in the glove box. You had still been sat in your car when Steve pulled into his driveway, and he had peeled you out of the driver’s seat and into his house.
Steve had left you alone that night, citing Robin needing his help with something important as his reason. He was gone all night, crawling into bed just before dawn. Before then, he would stay up late in the house. Sometimes he would sit outside by the pool. Sometimes he would just watch TV for hours instead of sleeping beside you. But that was the first time he started to leave the house.
Every time he left, you convinced yourself that he would be back in a minute. Just a minute. He was simply driving to the store. Or he was driving Dustin somewhere. He would be back in a minute.
But the minutes always dragged on for hours, with you jerking awake at every little sound, thinking that it was him coming home.
Eventually, you started to sleep better, only waking when he climbed into bed. You always pretended to be asleep. You couldn’t face whatever it was that was keeping him from you. You didn’t want to know. So, you lived in agonizing ignorance, pretending that you didn’t notice his absence.
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You had slept in longer than normal.
You hadn’t been woken by Steve coming home, and you worried that he hadn’t come home at all. But the blankets were pushed back on his side, and his watch sat on his bedside table.
He had come home.
Slipping out of his bed and down the stairs, you found him in the living room. He was digging through random drawers, obviously looking for something. He paused when he saw you, his eyes giving you a once over before returning to the open drawer.
“Morning,” he said.
“Hey,” you replied. He looked so tired, you thought. Large bags under his eyes, and his beautiful brown eyes were dull. You could tell that the sleepless nights were getting to him. Maybe he did sleep, just somewhere else. You shook that thought away as soon as it arrived. “What are you looking for?”
Steve closed the drawer and opened another one. “I told Lucas that he could have my old Walkman.” He sighed and closed the drawer, pulling open a different one.
You ducked into the hallway, opening the cupboard under the stairs grabbing the Walkman, before returning to Steve. You held it out to him. “Here.”
“Oh, thanks.” He took it from you, eyes barely glancing at you as he opened it and removed the tape that was in it. You took it from him, smiling as you saw it was your Bay City Rollers album.
You brushed your fingers over the track listing, pausing at ‘I Only Wanna Be with You’.
The sun was high in the sky, leaving you sweating under the hot Indiana sun as you planted an array of flowers and plants in front of your trailer.
You weren’t a huge fan of gardening, but your Uncle Wayne had started to let the weeds build up with his double shifts at the plant, so you thought it would be a nice surprise for him when he woke up to get ready for work.
You had asked Eddie if he wanted to help, to which he replied, “I’d rather die.”
You had probably chosen the worst time of day to start, but you were on a time crunch. Uncle Wayne would be up in a few hours, and you wanted to have it done.
You hummed along to the music, adjusting your headphones before unpotting a plant and placing it into the freshly dug hole. The music was loud enough that you couldn’t hear the outside world, which was just how you liked it.
The album had been a gift from your uncle when you were only nine years old. One that he had admittedly asked the woman behind the counter for when he told her he wasn’t really sure what a nine-year-old girl would like.
You had been ecstatic when you received it, and it was still one of your all-time favourites, even ten years later.
You were totally zoned out, digging the next hole and humming, and you jumped when two hands rested on your shoulders. You yelped, and if it wasn’t for the hands that gripped you tighter, you would have fallen face-first into the dirt.
You spun around to find Steve leaning over you and laughing.
You pulled your headphones off and said, “What the hell, Steve? I almost had a heart attack.”
Steve let you go as you stood. “It’s not my fault you have your music blasting. I drove right up to you and everything.”
As he said, his red BMW was parked only a few metres from you. “Yeah, OK. That’s fair enough,” you admitted. “What are you doing here?”
“I just finished work,” he said, stepping forward until you were only inches apart. “I came to hang out.”
You raised a brow. “Hang out, huh?”
Steve scoffed. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Munson.”
You laughed and wrapped your arms around his middle. “I can’t help that I have such a pretty boyfriend.”
“I still don’t know how I feel about you calling me pretty.”
“You should be flattered,” you declared. “You’re the only guy I call pretty.”
Steve dug his fingers into your sides, making you squeal. “I’d better be.”
You pushed him away, but he reached out and took your headphones from your neck. “What are you listening to?”
“Bay City Rollers.”
Steve rolled his eyes as he slipped them on. “Typical.”
“They’re good!” you defended.
“Yeah, for teenage girls.”
“I am a teenage girl, Harrington. If you have a problem with that, you can stop listening to them.” You reached for the headphones, but he slipped out of your grasp. The headphone wires pulled tight from where your Walkman was clipped to your waist.
“I never said I didn’t like them, babe,” he teased, as he slipped the headphones around his neck and turned the volume up until you could both hear I Only Wanna Be with You playing. “This is your favourite,” he said. It wasn’t a question, he knew that it was, and your heart fluttered. Steve could still make heat rise to your cheeks like you were a schoolgirl.
He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and swaying the two of you around to the music while half-singing-half-mumbling the lyrics. “Ever since we’ve met, you’ve had a hold on me. No matter what you do, I only want to be with you.”
You laughed as he tried to spin you and you just managed to get all caught up in the headphone wires. You untangled yourself, and Steve pulled you close again, his face just a hairsbreadth from yours. You couldn’t wipe the smile from your face if you tried, and you kissed him.
You only pulled away when the door to your trailer opened, and Eddie stepped out. “Oh, gross. Get a room,” he groaned, before taking off in the direction of his van.
You flipped him off, still smiling as you yelled, “Get lost, moron.”
The memory was so vivid that it brought tears to your eyes.
It was so distant from the way you and Steve were now. Back then, you hadn’t thought that your brother would be dead in less than a year. You hadn’t thought that you and Steve would ever be on the cusp of losing each other, even though you were still hopelessly in love with him.
Steve wrapped the headphones around the Walkman and made for the door. He was leaving again, he was leaving again, he was leaving again. That one thought replayed over and over as you looked at him. You couldn’t watch him walk away again.
“Steve,” you called gingerly.
He stopped in the doorway, but he didn’t turn around.
You bit your lip in an attempt to keep your tears at bay. “Are we…” You swallowed back the lump in your throat. You had to talk about it. If you didn’t, the tension would only sharpen until it became a blade that would hurt the both of you. “Do you want to break up?” The words hurt as you said them, as if you had turned the knife on yourself.
And for every second that he didn’t answer, for every second that the silence stretched, the knife buried itself deeper into your heart.
“No,” he said finally, and when he turned towards you, his eyes were clouded with unshed tears. His voice was quiet, broken in a way you hadn’t heard before as he said, “I love you. But I can hardly look at you.”
“What?” you whispered, afraid of what would come next.
Steve’s tongue darted between his lips as he looked at you, just like it always did when he was thinking hard.
“Steve,” you pleaded. “Please.” You didn’t know what you were asking for. You just wanted something. Anything.
“I’m sorry,” he uttered. A single tear escaped his eye, but he didn’t wipe it away.
You furrowed your brows. “For what?”
He heaved in a shaky breath. “For everything. For Eddie. For Max.”
Your breath hitched as he said your brother’s name. “Why are you apologising for them?”
“Because it’s my fault,” he admitted, voice breaking again. “It’s my fault. Because I was supposed to protect Max, and…and then I was the one who told you to come with me instead of staying with Eddie. I was selfish and I wanted you with me—” He let out a strangled cry. “And then he died. And you weren’t with him.”
You stared at him, the knife in your chest pushing even deeper than you could have imagined as you stood in front of your boyfriend who somehow thought that this was his fault. “Baby, it’s not your fault. I—”
“But it is, isn’t it?” he cut you off. “Because you wanted to stay with him. And I wanted you to come with me.”
You shook your head. “I was always going to go with you. I wasn’t going to leave your side.” Steve chewed on his bottom lip as he stared at you, and for the first time in weeks, you really saw him.
You saw just how much guilt was swimming behind his eyes, how much pain and distress was circling around in his mind. Your heart broke. It shattered into a million tiny shards as you realized that this whole time, Steve had been blaming himself for everything that had happened. And you hadn’t noticed. You had thought he just didn’t love you.
But he had thought that you blamed him.
You walked over to him, stopping just before him. “I don’t blame you, Steve,” you breathed. You hesitantly reached up and wiped his tears away, keeping your hands on his cheeks when he leaned into your touch. “I was worried about Eddie and Dustin, and I was scared of leaving them alone, but I never once thought about leaving your side. I don’t think I’ll ever not regret being there with him, but it was my decision, baby. It wasn’t your fault.”
Steve leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry. For not being here. I—I couldn’t sleep next you with all this…” He trailed off, but you knew what he was saying. “I was staying at Robin’s. I thought…I thought that you wouldn’t want to be around me anymore. And every time I saw you, all I could think about was how I failed you. Failed everyone.”
You brushed his tears away with your thumbs, holding his face tighter as you said, “You didn’t fail anyone, Steve. You didn’t fail me. I love you.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as you said it, and you knew he needed to hear it again.
“I love you, Steve.”
When he opened his eyes, they were so vulnerable, so honest. You knew yours were the same.
He kissed you then, and it was gentle, but it told you everything you needed to hear and more.
You didn’t need to tell him that it would be OK. Because you both knew it would be. It would just take some time.
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Everybody Hurts
Chapter 24
Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader
Summary: You needed to escape, escape from your life, your messy divorce, and all the pitying looks. Looks you couldn't ignore when everyone in town had known you and Cam, had known your shame and failure. So, you took the first job you could get, teaching third grade in a town called Hawkins. Little did you know, you were walking right into another messy situation, a messy situation with big brown eyes and long dark waves. But he's resistant, at times unbearable and you start getting curious about the town's past, his past, especially when things don't start adding up.
18+ Only for eventual smut
Word Count: 4.4K
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Five Months Later
The air was cool and crisp, the sun shining down brightly as people moved in and out of the house, hauling boxes. The trees blazed a multitude of shades of orange, red, and yellow, crunching underfoot and rustling as they fell off the trees, floating to the ground like a colorful snowstorm with each gust of wind. It was that kind of fall day that you wished you could bottle so you could experience it again and again. 
The neighborhood was an autumn wonderland. The yards were lined with pumpkins, scarecrows, and skeletons. Jack o’ Lanterns grinned widely from porches. Everything was spooky and festive as if Halloween had taken over the entire world. The energy was full of mischief, children running and biking down the streets, their laughter and chatter filling the air, anticipating the holiday that was now only a couple weeks away. 
The season brought with it a feel of transition and change, a moment to step back and reflect on everything that had led to this moment. A sense of peace settled over you as you watched your friends: Eddie yelling at Steve for slinging his guitar over his shoulder, Dustin and Robin bickering about who had to carry the box of records, Nancy taking charge and directing everyone, Max snapping at Lucas for drinking the rest of her water. 
They were all here, this group of people that had somehow become family to you over the course of a few short months. Hopper had even pitched in, offering the use of his Chevy Blazer. Him and Joyce were currently somewhere inside the house. Uncle Wayne was just pulling in with the last load, Mike and El crammed into the front with him. Jonathan and Will walked over to meet them, all five of them grabbing boxes to carry inside. 
The idea to move in together had been fairly sudden. What had been even more sudden and shocking was that it had been Eddie’s idea. You couldn’t believe he was ready to take such a big step after only six months of dating. But it hadn’t taken much thought on your part. You smiled at the memory. 
The wedding was a grand affair, full of pomp and circumstance. Of course it was. Cam wouldn’t have allowed it to be anything less, never passing up an opportunity to show off for the masses. Eddie and you had sat toward the back of the church. You'd picked out a new dress for the occasion, teal with gold, brown, and red details, a plunging neckline and a high slit up the thigh. 
You weren't trying to get Cam back but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try to make him regret what he lost. Besides, the look on Eddie’s face when you'd opened the front door had been worth every single penny it had cost. His fingers kept grazing the ample amount of skin on your leg that the dress exposed, a promise of what was coming once the two of you got out of there. Every brush of his hand, his lips caressing over your jaw, dirty words detailing what he wanted to do to you whispered against your ear, sent shivers of desire straight down your spine.
The doors opened, Cassie appearing in mountains of tulle, looking stunning. Not that it was a surprise. Your friend might be a snake but she was a beautiful one. Cam smiled at the sight of her but then the smile faltered, his eyes widening, when he noticed you sitting there. Eddie gave him a little wave and a wink, wiggling his fingers and winding his arm around you, pulling you in close to his side. 
You sat through the service, Eddie whispering in your ear the entire time, making you giggle. He asked you which bridesmaid Cam would have in his bed before the honeymoon was over. He whispered how Cam looked like he needed to take a giant shit as he was struggling through his vows, his eyes darting over to the two of you laughing. When Cassie began rocking back and forth on her heels nervously, he quoted Spaceballs.
“Going right past the altar, heading down the ramp, and out the door. Run Cassie. Run before it’s too late.”
You had to clamp your hand over your mouth to stifle the laugh that was threatening to burst from you. But Eddie was accomplishing exactly what his goal had been. He was keeping you from sinking into your feelings, keeping you from bursting into tears or raging in anger, sitting and watching the two people who betrayed you promising to love each other forever.
The happy couple hurried down the aisle, avoiding eye contact with you like you were the sun that would burn them to ash where they stood. You told him you could skip the reception as you walked out to his van. The two of you had done what you'd set out to do. They’d both seen you and knew they couldn’t chase you away, knew you'd moved on and found happiness. They had not broken you. 
“Are you kidding? Pass up free booze, a party, and the chance to make them even more uncomfortable? No fucking way, princess.” He grinned, hand wrapping around your hip, pulling you into him. “Besides, you look way too damn hot in that dress not to show you off.” 
The reception was even more opulence, a banquet befitting royalty. The cake was a goddamn work of art, multiple tiers with buttercream roses. It was all grandness and luxury. Cream tablecloths, white roses, twinkle lights draped from the ceiling, a fairytale come to life. It made your own wedding pale in comparison. You hadn’t had near the money that Cam had now and he was spending every damn cent of it to be certain everyone there knew how far he’d come. 
Eddie’s hand stayed on the small of your back, letting you know he had you as you made your way through the hall. Your former mother-in-law stopped in her tracks, her face a mask of stunned mortification when she almost ran into you, heading up to check that everything was okay, of course. The woman was a micromanager and she would not allow anything to ruin her golden boy’s day. 
You had always hated that about her. She always had an opinion about everything from the colors you picked for your walls to the way you had gotten your hair cut. Cam would call his mommy to whine every single time you were upset with him and here Cheryl would come, armed and ready to battle for her son, reminding you how good you had it. That you were lucky Cam had chosen you because you both knew he could have done far better, how you were riding his coattails, and if you didn’t want to lose the comfortable life you'd grown accustomed to then you better forgive him. How many times had you done just that? Ignoring all the red flags until they were so glaring you couldn’t anymore.
“I…well, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“I would think not Cheryl but I was invited so I felt it would be rude not to at least make an appearance. You know, wish the happy couple the best on their special day.”
“Oh, how very…kind of you,” she ground out through gritted teeth. “Honestly, it took a lot of courage to show your face here. I would have thought you’d be too embarrassed to be seen after everything that happened.”
“Wait. By everything that happened you mean your son banging her friend behind her back? Not sure why she should be embarrassed that your kid couldn’t keep it in his pants and realize what a good thing he had when he had it.” Eddie stepped around you with a grin. “Eddie, by the way.” His arm wound around your waist, pulling you into his side. “I’m the guy who’s pretty damn thankful he didn’t because I know what a good thing I’ve got.”
“How…” Her eyes tracked him from his head to his toe, no doubt thinking he was far beneath her son with his long hair and tattoos. “Lovely for you both. If you’ll excuse me, I have far more important things to attend to.”
“Of course. Wouldn’t want to keep you from making sure the second wedding goes smoothly. Might want to cut back on the third one, though. With your son’s track record, this kind of party could get very costly for you.”
Cheryl’s nostrils flared, her face as red as a tomato. You could see she wanted to spit something vile at Eddie but her concern over how others perceived her won out. She could never let anyone think she was anything less than the perfect hostess. With a snort, she stomped off, her heels clacking loudly through the hall.
“Jesus Christ,” you laughed, burying your face against the sleeve of his jacket. “You definitely made her shit list.”
Eddie’s lips came together, an annoyed puff of air blowing out, “Well, she can get in line. It’s not the first nor the last list my name is on. It pisses me off that she acted like you should be embarrassed about a damn thing when her son is the one who should be hiding under a rock after the shitty stuff he did. That woman can kiss my ass.”
“Hey?”
A rippled of anger traced its way along your spine at the sound of that voice. How could she have the audacity to even speak to you after everything she’d done? You had been counting on the fact that the two of them would avoid you like the plague once they saw you at the wedding. You'd never expected either of them to actually approach you.
“Cassie,” you stated, the word harsh, two syllables that scratched your throat like knives coming up, as you turned to look at your former friend.
The beautiful bride smiled, uncertain and nervous, “We didn’t really think you’d come. I mean, we sent the invite hoping…but we didn’t think you’d be ready to forgive and move on. But we’re both so glad you’re here, that you’ve realized that we never meant to hurt you.”
“Realized? Forgive?” you seethed. “I’ve realized nothing. I don’t forgive a goddamn thing. You two willingly hurt me. The two people who were supposed to love me, to be the ones I could count on. You hurt me and you did it purposefully and don’t feed me any bullshit about having no control over your feelings. You knew exactly what you were doing and what it would do to me. You just didn’t care. You’re both selfish and pitiful excuses for human beings. And you know what? I’m glad you have each other because you deserve each other.”
“Please. I don’t want to lose you…”
“You already have. You lost me the minute you decided to jump in bed with my husband. You’re both nothing to me now. Enjoy your miserable existence and when Cam inevitably decides to cheat on you, don’t come crying to me. I’ve moved on. I’ve found people who actually care, who actually have my back, and who actually love me.” You smiled up at Eddie. “Enjoy my leftovers, Cassie. I’ve moved on to a gourmet meal.”
Taking Eddie’s hand, you pulled him behind you. He grinned, sticking his tongue out at Cassie as he followed behind you. Cam glanced over at you both and you gave him the middle finger. 
“Son of a bitch!” Eddie whooped. “You were brutal.” His hands gripped the sides of your waist, pressing you against the cool brick of the building. “That was so fucking hot.”
“Oh yeah?” 
“Hell yeah.” His nose traced over your face as his hand glided up your leg, taking full advantage of the massive slit in the side to slip around and grip your ass. A whimper escaped your lips as the evidence of his arousal pressed against you. “Fuck, sweetheart, this dress has been killing me all damn night. I don’t know if I can make it all the way home.”
“Your van has plenty of room,” you whispered. 
“Son of a bitch. That’s why I love you. So resourceful,” he groaned, grabbing onto your hand, dragging you across the parking lot, your steps hurrying to keep up with him. 
Eddie threw open the back doors of the van and you crawled inside, him right behind you. The doors slammed loudly and then you were flat on your back, Eddie’s lips devouring yours, tongue not even waiting for invitation before it was exploring your throat. 
Your hands grabbed at the front of his pants, quickly undoing his belt, unbuttoning, sliding his zipper down. You pushed his dress pants and his boxers down over his hips. Reaching down, you wrapped your hand around his cock, firm as you moved it steadily along his length. 
Eddie groaned, his forehead pressing against yours, “Jesus H. Christ, baby. You’ve got me so fucking wound up. I can’t wait. I need that pretty little pussy.”
His hands skimmed up your thighs, pushing the dress up to your waist, his lips moving along your neck, his hard length pressing against you. You wound your legs around his hips, needing that beautiful cock so badly right now. Eddie’s hand grabbed your wrists, holding them together above your head as his other hand guided himself to your entrance. He pressed into you slowly, his eyes focused on yours the entire time. 
“Oh shit…” you gasped as he buried himself to the hilt within you, pausing and relishing the feel of your bodies coming together in sweet perfection. “Eddie…” 
“I know. Jesus, you feel so fucking good, princess,” he groaned as he began to move his hips, his cock stretching you completely. 
Your hands came up to rest on his back, your fingers digging into the skin along his shoulder blades. He was moving agonizingly slow, drawing out the experience. It felt incredible but you were aching for him to move faster, harder, to completely take you, own you, make you his. 
“Eddie, please,” you pleaded, rocking your hips in an effort to show him what you needed. 
“Words, sweetheart,” he urged, that little smirk playing at his lips, causing that dimple you wanted to dive into to appear on his cheek once again. 
“Eddie, faster…harder…please…fuck me,” you managed. 
“Your wish is my command, baby,” growled Eddie as he thrust into you with force. The van began to rock and you cried out in relief. “Tell me, baby. How does it feel?”
“It’s fucking amazing,” you panted, your nails raking along the skin of his back, causing him to hiss. 
Eddie gripped your calf, lifting your leg up by your ear and you gasped in pleasure as this new angle created brand new sensations, pleasure rocketing straight through your core. His other hand released your wrists, gripping the headrest of the driver’s seat as he drove into you again and again, your bodies colliding over and over in a frenzied blur of want and lust. 
“Shit, princess, I’m close,” he rumbled. “Come for me, baby. Touch yourself. Need you to come.”
You obeyed, your hand snaking between your bodies, your finger finding your clit and working over it. It didn’t take much. Eddie had you so wound up, your body was just aching to let go. Your entire body tensed, back arching, as your orgasm rolled through you. 
“That’s a good girl. My good girl,” praised Eddie, thrusting once, twice, and then his body stilled, pressing into you, his grip on your leg tightening and you felt as his release filled you, a strangled roar rising from within his chest. 
His body shuddered over you and his head dipped down, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. He collapsed down next to you with a grunt, his arm resting over his head, releasing a long, slow breath of satisfaction.
“Fuck. That was…fuck…” he muttered softly.
You blew out a long breath, “Yeah…”
“We should move in together.”
“What?”
You rolled onto your side, looking at him, wondering if you'd heard what you thought you'd just heard. He rolled to face you, a soft smile on his lips, his fingers trailing up and down your arm. 
“We should move in together. Is that crazy? I mean, I know we’ve only been dating for four months but I know you’re what I want. And we’re thirty. We’re not young, dumb kids. Well, not young anyway.” His body shook gently with laughter. “I love you. You love me. We spend almost every night together anyway. So, why not?”
Were you really hearing this? Was Eddie, the guy who’d kept you at arm’s length, the guy who’d tried to run from you twice, was asking you to move in with him? The guy who was locked up tighter than Fort Knox? The guy who used the mask of being a jerk to hide in plain sight? You couldn’t believe it. You'd thought it would be at least two years before this topic was brought up, if at all. 
“You don’t want to?” he asked, head tilting forward to catch your eyes, those brown orbs absolutely melting you. “That’s okay. It’s probably crazy anyway, right? I mean, what was I thinking? You just got out of this ridiculously long relationship and you’re finally living on your own. You probably don’t want me moving in, invading your space, making messes and being loud and annoying…”
“Eddie,” you said, cutting him off. You pushed yourself up, moving to straddle his stomach. Your hands cupped his face, smiling down at him. “I would love nothing more than for you to invade my space. Hell, invade my entire life.”
“Yeah?” he asked, teeth flashing as he grinned. 
“Yes, but are you sure you want to move into my place? You’re good with leaving your house?”
Eddie shrugged, fingers dancing up and down your thighs, “It’s just a house. I don’t care. I know your house means something to you. And now, we can fix it up together. Make it ours. I mean, if you’re cool with that.”
“Of course. If you’re living there, it’s your house too. I just…I’m surprised you’re ready for that.”
“What is there to be ready for? Sleeping next to you every night? Waking up next to you every morning? Coming home to you after work? Baby, I’ve been ready for that. We’ve been sharing our space but Prom Queen, I want to share our lives. I’ve never…I mean, you know, I’ve never had anyone that I was willing to share everything with. But you, I want to. I want to tell you everything. I want everything that’s mine to be yours because I’m yours, sweetheart.”
Tears stung your eyes as you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “I’m yours Eddie, completely and forever.”
You inhaled slowly, taking a deep breath of the crisp, fall air, a smile curving your mouth at the memory. That moment you had felt a happiness you'd never known and today, watching as your friends…no, your family, because that’s what this group had become, helped Eddie move in, you were feeling it again. 
“What are you all smiley about?” teased Nancy, bumping her hip into yours. 
“She’s feeling all grossly giddy because she’s in love and her boyfriend’s moving in,” Robin teased, leaning her head on top of your shoulder. 
Steve snorted, “These two have been inducing nausea for the past four months. I’m happy for you both but you could tone it down just a bit for those of us who are hopelessly single.”
“Speak for yourself, loser,” Robin huffed. “I happen to have a date tomorrow night.”
You spun so fast, you almost sent you and Robin tumbling to the ground, “Seriously? Oh my god. Tell me everything!”
Your friend beamed, pink highlighting her cheeks, “Her name is Claire and she brings her Corgi in to get groomed once a month. She’s so damn pretty. Long black hair and these eyes that look like the ocean at night. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to ask her out for months. At first, you know, I wasn’t sure if she was interested in people like me.”
“You mean girls?” laughed Nancy. 
“Yeah. Look, it’s not as easy for me as it is for you,” Robin stated. “You approach the wrong girl and she could get very pissy very fast. But then she was talking about her ex last month and she said that she didn’t like dogs. So, I had my answer. I knew I had to ask her. It was like fate had just dropped her down in front of me or something, you know? So, I finally did and she said yes! We’re going to dinner and then to a haunted house tomorrow.”
“Oh my god. Tell me you’re not going to…” you began.
“The one Eddie works at? Obviously. How many haunted houses do you think Hawkins has?” Robin snorted, blue eyes rolling skyward. 
Eddie was a scare actor every Saturday night while the local haunted house was open. He’d convinced you to come check it out last week and may have convinced you to do other things behind the scenes. He was rocking a Ghostface mask and as much as you thought it would be weird, it had been oddly hot. 
“Robin, when he finds out you’re bringing your date there…”
“Who’s bringing a date where?” asked Eddie as he strolled up with Dustin, beads of sweat sparkling on their foreheads. Poor Dustin’s curls were smushed underneath his cap. 
“Robin has a date and she’s bringing her to the haunted house tomorrow,” Steve answered. “Make sure you give them the special treatment.”
“Sorry, Harrington. I’m a taken man,” Eddie replied, snaking his arm around your waist. “And I already gave my girl the special treatment last week.”
“What do you…oh my God!” Dustin yelled. “You did it in the haunted house?”
Eddie shrugged, “I mean, it was fun.”
“What if someone saw you?” asked Nancy.
“That just makes it more exciting, dollface,” he grinned, tongue slipping between his teeth. 
“Okay…gross,” gagged Steve. “Not the special treatment I was talking about. I meant to scare the living shit out of them.”
“Oh, well, now that I can do.”
Robin shoved him in the stomach, “Don’t you dare. I swear, Munson, if you ruin this for me after I’ve been waiting six months just to ask her to go out with me, I will kill you.”
“Calm down, Buckley,” he groaned, rubbing his stomach with a wince. “I’m not gonna mess up your romantic little evening. Besides, isn’t that why you go to a haunted house? To have the shit scared out of you?”
“It’s a first date. I would rather shit not come into play at all.”
“That’s fair,” Dustin nodded. “One time I was having some serious gastrointestinal issues and Suzie…”
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! No thank you!” Steve protested, waving his hands in front of him. 
The sound of two short honks had all of you turning to see a small blue Nissan pulling up in front of the house. The driver’s door opened and Millie stepped out, waving to you all in greeting before opening the back, retrieving a box wrapped in white paper with a gold ribbon.
“Millie!” you exclaimed, walking over to the woman who had quickly become one of your favorite humans on the planet. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, you told me this was moving day, right?” she asked. “I brought you all a housewarming gift.”
You chuckled, “But I already lived here.”
“Yes, but you didn’t live here with someone you loved. Now you do. That’s something to celebrate.”
Eddie approached, taking the package out of Millie’s hands and you went in for a hug. You inhaled the scent of her, cinnamon and vanilla, just like the coffee shop. 
“Millie, you didn’t have to do this,” Eddie told her as he leaned in for a one armed hug. 
“Of course I didn’t have to but I wanted to. It’s just a little something to mark the occasion. Now go on. Open it.”
Eddie handed the gift to you and you carefully untied the ribbon, handing it to him. You opened the box, pulling out a round white wooden sign. Black letters spelled out the words, ‘Home is not where you’re from, it’s where you belong.’ You blinked against the tears formed in your eyes, so touched by this thoughtful gift from this lady who had been so kind to you since day one. 
“Millie, thank you. I love this.”
The older lady placed a comforting hand on your arm, “I know you came here because you were running from something but maybe there was a reason.”
Your eyes immediately met Eddie’s, the two of you sharing a smile, “I know there was.”
“There sure was. This is your home now, honey. You belong in Hawkins with all of us.”
Eddie stepped into you, pulling you into his side, his lips pressing against the top of your head, “She really does.”
You looked around at all your friends who were now sitting all over the porch and the stairs, taking a well deserved break. You looked up at Eddie, that face you wanted to see every single day for the rest of your life. This was your life. Maybe it wasn’t the way you'd pictured it. Maybe some of the chapters had gotten rough and bumpy. Maybe there were moments when you wished you could hit the rewind button and change things. 
But now, you just wanted to hit pause, to live in this moment, with these people, forever. You'd not just found a home but friends and family. You'd found your person. You were actually grateful to Cam and Cassie because if they hadn’t have done what they did, you would never have found Eddie and you knew, with every fiber of your being, that he was the missing piece you'd always been looking for. 
“You ready for this?” you asked, tilting your face up to look at him. 
“Baby, I was born ready,” he grinned, his lips finding yours.
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Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Henderson reader part 3
A/n: Part 3, everyone ! Who's excited??? I do, however, apologize if this part seems very fast-paced. I just had so many ideas flying around my head and I couldn't fit everything in, so... yeah lol
Warnings: Swearing, childbirth, mentions of blood, mentions of needles
Word count: 3409
NOT PROOF READ
MOSTLY DIALOG
FAST-PACED STRUCTURE
“Steve?” Y/n asked, tears in her eyes as she called the phone at Family Video. 
“Y/n,” Steve sounded panicked. “What’s wrong?”
“No one is answering their phones.” Y/n breathed heavily, hand on the wall to try and keep herself upright. “I-I think I’m having the baby.”
“What?” Steve shouted, making a few angry mothers glare his way as they looked at the movies on the shelves. He lowered his voice. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve been hurting for a few days.” Y/n cried. “I tried to stop it, Steve, but it just hurts so bad. I can’t take it.”
“Is your mom home?” Steve asked. “Or Eddie?”
“Would I be calling you if they were?” Y/n shouted.
“Right.” Steve sighed, shaking his head. “I’m on my way, Y/n. Keep trying to call Eddie.”
“Okay.” Tears were streaming down her face. She put the phone back on the receiver and sobbed. Picking the phone back up, she re-dialed Eddie’s number.
Eddie hasn’t spoken to Y/n since he fell out with Dustin. Y/n knew he needed some space, but she didn’t think that he’d ignore her. It has been two days since she last saw Eddie and two days since the cramping started to get really bad. She didn’t tell anyone in fear that she would instantly be put into the hospital. However, she was really regretting not telling anyone how bad they actually were. Because now she was home alone. Dustin was with his friends, her mother was at work, and Eddie was M.I.A. 
“Hello?” Y/n sighed in relief upon hearing the voice of Uncle Wayne.
“Uncle Wayne,” Y/n said. “Is Eddie there?”
“Y/n,” Wayne began. “Is everything okay?”
“Is Eddie there, Wayne?” Y/n is becoming impatient.
“He just went out to the store.” Wayne said. “He should be back soon. Why?”
“I’m about to go to the hospital.” Y/n explained. “The baby’s coming.”
“Right now?” Wayne shouted into the phone. “O-okay. Okay, okay, I’ll go find Eddie. We’ll meet you there!”
“Thank you, Wayne.” Y/n said, putting the phone back onto the receiver. She hobbled over to the dining table and sat down in the closest seat. Her hands were cradling her belly as she groaned in pain. 
“Y/n!” Steve pounded on the front door of her house after speeding into her driveway. He’s surprised that a cop didn’t pull him over, he felt like he was driving like Max. “Y/n!” He knocked again. He peeked through the windows and saw Y/n sitting at the table, eyes scrunched up in pain. He quickly realized that she wouldn't be able to stand to open the door, so he began to look for the spare key. Upon finding the key, which was hidden in a potted plant, he ran to Y/n’s side.
“Steve,” Y/n gasped, reaching out for him. “You gotta get me to a hospital, now!”
“Okay,” He nodded, placing his hands on her waist to help her stand. “But we have to walk to the car first, okay?”
“Okay.” Y/n nodded, wiping away the tears on her cheeks. Her legs were shaking, as was the rest of her. She was nervous, very nervous. She had expected this to go smoothly. She had expected Eddie to be the one to drive her to the hospital. Everything was going wrong, all wrong.
“Wait, Steve,” Y/n grabbed onto his upper arm after she was sat in the passenger seat. “Go grab my bag. It’s in my closet.”
“Okay.” He nodded, quickly running back inside through the front door, which Steve forgot to close, to grab the bag. Y/n cried and leaned her head against the headrest.
“Oh god, oh god,” She cried. “This can’t be happening right now.”
“Eddie!” Wayne called out, running up to Eddie, who was standing in front of the chips at the gas station.
“Wayne,” Eddie’s eyes widened. “What’s going on?”
“Y/n’s in labor.” He said, grabbing onto Eddie’s elbow and pulling him towards the front of the store.
“What?” Eddie’s heart dropped into his stomach. “What do you mean?”
“She called the house and said she’s having the baby.” Wayne explained as they both walked to the car. Eddie got into the passenger seat and ran his hands over his face. 
“W-where, where is she?” He asked Wayne as he drove down the road. “Did I miss it? Did she already have the baby?”
“I don’t know.” Wayne shrugged. “But she called about twenty minutes ago asking for you. We’re meeting her at the hospital.”
“Oh my god.” Eddie leaned forward, resting his head on his knees. He sat up and leaned his head back, taking deep breaths. “I’m about to be a father.”
“Get ready, boy.” Wayne smiled slightly, hitting him on the arm. “Your life’s about to change.”
“Was she mad?” Eddie asked, worried. “I-I haven’t talked to her in a couple days.”
“I know that, you idiot.” Wayne grunted. “But she seemed more worried than anything.”
“Worried?” Eddie frantically asked. “Worried why?”
“Eddie, she’s having a baby.” Wayne scoffed. “Wouldn’t you be worried too?”
“I am worried.”
“Well, there you have it.”
Steve kept throwing worried glances towards Y/n, who was focused on her breathing and trying not to have the baby in Steve’s car. Although Steve isn’t the father, he felt like he was going to vomit. He didn’t know how babies worked, he didn’t know how labor worked, he didn’t know how any of this stuff worked. At one point, Y/n had yelled at him because he kept swerving the car to avoid all of the potholes, which just pissed her off.
“Are we almost there, Steve?” Y/n whimpered. “I don’t think I can take much more.”
“Yeah,” He nodded. “We’re about five minutes away. Just hold on, Y/n.”
“I’m sorry for this, Steve.” She sniffled. “I didn’t know who else to call.”
“Don’t be sorry, Y/n.” He shook his head. “You’re one of my best friends, I’d do anything for you.”
“You mean it?” She asked, bottom lip quivering.
“Of course.” He answered genuinely.
“Well,” She reached over to grab his free hand. “If Eddie doesn’t make it in time, can you hold my hand?”
“Yeah,” He instantly said. “You can hold my hand if you want to.”
“Thank you, Steve.”
Eddie didn’t wait for Wayne to put the car in park once in the hospital’s parking lot. He ran into the hospital and frantically searched for someone he could talk to. His eyes locked onto the reception desk and he ran over, nearly knocking over a few nurses, who glared after him.
“My girlfriend, she’s having a baby.” Eddie told the receptionist, who just blinked at him.
“Congratulations.” She said, sarcastically. 
“Where is she?” He asked. The woman sighed and grabbed the patient information book.
“What’s her name?” She asked, flipping the book open.
“Y/n L/n.” Eddie said. Wayne soon joined his side and waited for the lady to tell them the information. The receptionist lady shook her head.
“We don’t have anyone here by that name.” Her voice was monotone. “Sorry.”
“What do you mean?” Wayne asked. “She came here.”
“Eddie?” A voice called out, making Eddie and Wayne turn around to see Y/n being supported by Steve.
“Y/n!” Eddie ran towards her and pulled her into a hug. “Oh my god, I was so worried.”
“Eddie, you beat me here?” She asked in surprise as she pulled away from the hug. 
“Wayne drives like a psycho.” He laughed, making her smile slightly. The happy moment was soon over as Y/n hunched over in pain again.
“Hey!” Eddie shouted. “My girl’s having a baby. Someone help.” It was as if those were the magic words, as a ton of nurses flocked towards Y/n. They got her in a wheelchair and pushed her towards the maternity ward, Eddie, Wayne, and Steve following her. Just as she was through the double doors, one of the nurses stopped the three men.
“Family only.” The nurse said.
“He’s the father.” Steve said, shoving Eddie forward. 
“Y-yeah,” Eddie nodded. “That’s my wife in there.”
“Okay,” The nurse nodded. “Follow me.” Eddie glanced back at his uncle and Steve as the doors closed. Wayne gave Eddie thumbs up as Steve waved through the window on the door.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Eddie smiled the second he laid his eyes on Y/n, who lay in the hospital bed, numerous wires and tubes attached to her body. Eddie was told to wait outside of the room for a few moments whilst the nurses helped Y/n prepare for birth. The same nurse, who had let Eddie go with Y/n, was the one that told Eddie he can finally go into the room.
“Hi.” She smiled weakly. “I don’t hurt anymore, Eds.”
“No?” He pulled a chair to the side of the bed and grabbed her hand. “How come?”
“They gave me a shot in my back.” She explained. “It makes the pain go away.”
“It’s called Epidural.” A nurse explained as she wrote down Y/n’s vitals. 
“E-epidural?” Eddie asked, looking at the nurse. “Is that going to hurt her? Or the baby?”
“Not one bit.” The nurse flashed a comforting smile. “It actually makes both mom and baby very comfortable.”
“Really?” He sighed in relief. “Thank god.” Both the nurse and Y/n laughed.
“You two are going to be amazing parents.” The nurse complimented.
“Thank you.” Eddie and Y/n said at the same time, making them look at each other and giggle. The nurse gave the pair one last smile before exiting the room.
“Are you scared?” Y/n asked, playing with a strand of Eddie’s hair.
“Terrified.” He breathed out. “What if the baby like… rejects me or some shit?”
“It’s not going to reject you, Eddie.” Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re their daddy.”
“Thought I was your daddy.” Eddie smirked. Y/n tisked and waved him off.
“Alright,” She groaned. “That’s enough. Quit being ridiculous, you’re about to become a father.”
“You love me.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss on Y/n’s forehead.
“I do.” She nodded, looking into his eyes. “You know, I hope they have your eyes, Eds.”
“Yeah?” He smiled. “Well, I hope they have their mama’s good looks.”
“Oh my gosh.” She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re insane, Eds.”
“Steve!” Dustin shouted upon seeing his best friend sitting in the hospital waiting room. Steve looked up at the sound of Dustin��s voice and stood up. “Where’s Y/n?”
“She’s up in the room with Eddie.” He answered. They were there for about four hours. Dustin and Claudia were unable to be contacted, as Dustin was riding around town on his bike and Claudia was at work, where there was very limited phone usage.
“Eddie’s here?” Dustin asked, prompting Steve to nod in confusion. 
“Why wouldn’t he be?” Steve asked, glancing between Dustin and Claudia.
“Dusty and Eddie had a fight when we found out Eddie was the real father.” Claudia explained, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. “He hasn’t spoken to Y/n in a couple days.”
“What?” Steve’s eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “I thought they’re on good terms now?”
“They are.” Claudia nodded, then sent a stern look towards Dustin. “But Dustin, here, said some very mean things to Eddie and scared him away.”
“Why would you do that?” Steve asked. “You practically worship the guy.”
“Worshipped, past tense.” Dustin grit. “He lied to me.”
“Well, you can’t be mad forever.” Steve placed his hands on his hips and shook his head at Dustin. “He’s the father to your niece or nephew.”
“Yeah.” Dustin sighed, shifting his eyes towards the ground. “I know.”
“Uhh…” Wayne trailed, shuffling over to Dustin and Claudia. “I’m Wayne. Wayne Munson, Eddie’s uncle.”
“Claudia,” Claudia shook Wayne’s hand. “Y/n’s mother.”
“Nice to finally meet you.” Wayne smiled. “Both of you.”
“Ditto.” Claudia smiled. “Oh, but isn’t this exciting? We’re about to be grandparents!”
“I don’t know if I’m old enough to be a grandfather.” Wayne laughed. “But those two are so happy together.”
“Oh, I know.” Claudia gushed. “Y/n has never been happier than she has been with Eddie. It’s sweet.”
“Very.”
“Okay, mom,” A younger nurse clapped her hands as she walked towards the end of Y/n’s bed and lifted her blanket. “We’re going to check your dilation.”
“Okay.” Y/n nodded, her hand grabbing onto Eddie’s. The nurse placed Y/n’s feet onto the stirrups and checked her cervix. 
“Have you felt a pushing sensation yet?” The nurse asked.
“Yeah.” Y/n said. Eddie squeezed her hand and gave her a comforting smile.
“Alright, you’re almost ten centimeters dilated and I can see your baby’s head.” The nurse said, covering Y/n’s legs back up. “I’ll go get the doctor and you’ll soon have your baby.” The nurse smiled and soon left the room. Eddie’s eyes went wide and he started to sweat in nervousness.
“Oh my god. They can see the head.” He let go of Y/n’s hand and ran his hands through his hair. “You’re about to have a baby.”
“I know.” Y/n gave a nervous smile. “I’m so scared.” Tears came to her eyes and her hands shook.
“Me too, sweetheart,” Eddie grabbed her hands again. “Me too.”
“I can’t wait to meet them.” Y/n smiled through her tears. 
“Me either.” Eddie smiled. “Oh, do you have an extra hair tie?”
“Yeah, in my bag.” She pointed to the corner of the room where her hospital bag sat. Eddie turned and grabbed her bag, searching through the pockets. “Why?”
“You’re having a baby.” He stated, fishing out the hair tie and pulling his hair back. “It’s about to get messy here.”
“Eddie!” Y/n laughed, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love me!” He quipped with a smirk.
“Yeah, whatever.” 
“Miss L/n?” The doctor asked, walking into the room about two minutes later. “You ready to have a baby?”
“What would happen if I said no?” Y/n laughed nervously.
“Well,” The doctor smiled. “You’d still have a baby.”
“Then I guess I’m ready.” She grabbed Eddie’s hand and squeezed tightly as the doctor placed her feet back onto the stirrups. 
“Alrighty.” The doctor sat down on a stool at the foot of the bed and began to give instructions. “I’m going to count to three and on three, I want you to push as hard as you can.”
“Oh my god.” Y/n screwed her eyes shut and Eddie shuffled his feet, becoming increasingly nervous.
“One,” The doctor began. “Two,”
“You got this, sweetheart.” Eddie whispered to Y/n, rubbing her shoulder gently.
“Three!”
“Eddie,” One of the nurses said after about ten minutes of pushing. “Look down, you can see your baby’s head.”
“Yeah?” Eddie moved a bit towards the end of the bed and looked between Y/n’s legs. He felt a little queasy at all of the blood, but his gaze was focused on his baby’s head. “Oh my god, they have a lot of hair.”
“Yes, a lot of it!” The same nurse agreed. “They got that from you, dad.”
“God, babe, they have so much hair.” Eddie told Y/n, who was focused on pushing still. Her face was beat red, sweat covered her entire body. 
“Ugh!” Y/n groaned, taking in deep breaths. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this.” 
“You got it, mom.” The nurse on her other side said. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
“I can’t.” Y/n cried. “I’m so tired!”
“A few more pushes until your baby’s out.” She comforted. “Just do a few more and then you’ll be done.”
“I can’t, I can’t!” Eddie buried his face in Y/n’s neck and rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, whispering encouraging words to her.
“Two more big pushes, Y/n.” The doctor said from between her legs. “Ready, one, two-”
Y/n’s discomfort faded away the second she heard her baby’s cries. Loud, piercing screams flooded the hospital room. Both Eddie and Y/n burst into tears as well. Eddie’s eyes never left his baby as they were placed onto Y/n’s chest.
“Eddie,” The doctor asked, handing Eddie a scissor-like object. “Would you like to cut the cord?”
“Y-yeah.” He wiped his tears away and took the scissors from the doctor. 
“It’s not going to hurt the baby, is it?” He panicked. The doctor chuckled and shook his head.
“The baby won’t feel a thing.” He assured.
“How do I do it?” Eddie asked.
“Just cut right here.” The doctor pointed to an area on the umbilical cord. Eddie nodded and gently snipped the fleshy cord.
“Congratulations, mom and dad.” One of the nurses clapped her hands. “You have a baby now!” Eddie looked at Y/n, tears in their eyes and big smiles on their faces. 
Wayne was getting anxious and it was making everyone else anxious. His leg was bouncing, his head was in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Nancy and Robin had shown up a few minutes ago after Steve called saying that the baby was on its way. Nancy was the one that promised Y/n and Eddie that she’d babysit whenever they needed. She has two younger siblings and is the most equipped to care for a baby. 
“Can you stop?” Robin asked Wayne, making all eyes turn to her. “It freaks me out when other people freak out. And if, if you’re freaking out, then I freak out, then Y/n won’t let me hold her baby.”
“S-sorry.” Wayne scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. 
“I accept your apology.” Robin smiled. Claudia gave Robin a strange look, but kept to herself. Everyone in the group jumped when someone came barreling out of the maternity ward doors. It was Eddie. His eyes were red from crying, his pulled back hair had a million flyaways, and he looked a bit tired. 
“Eddie!” Wayne stood up, causing everyone to follow.
“It’s a girl.” Eddie began to cry again. “And she’s so beautiful!”
“A girl!” All the girls cheered. Nancy and Robin screamed and jumped up and down. Steve and Dustin hugged each other in celebration, happy to both be uncles. Claudia and Wayne gave each other a small hug as well, telling each other congratulations. 
“Who does she look like more?” Robin asked eagerly. Everyone nodded in agreement.
“She- uh, she has a lot of hair. Curly, like mine.” Eddie began to describe, wiping away some of his tears. “But she’s just… so perfect. She looks more like Y/n than anything, but Y/n disagrees.”
“What’s her name?” Claudia asked.
“Oh, right.” Eddie laughed. “I came out here to tell you that too.”
“It’s Stevie.” Steve stated with a smirk. “I knew it.”
“It’s not Stevie.” Eddie shook his head, laughing. “Actually, Y/n and I compromised on a name. I chose her first name, she chose the middle name.”
“Ugh, enough with the suspense.” Robin groaned, punching Eddie in the arm. “Tell use the damn name!”
“Her name is-”
“Y/n!” Claudia immediately went to Y/n’s side. “Are you okay, sweetie?”
“I’m alright, ma.” Y/n smiled as her mother grabbed her hand. “Tired, but I’m alright.”
“I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for the birth.” Claudia apologized.
“It’s okay.” Y/n shook her head. “Everything went smoothly.”
“Where’s the baby?” Robin asked as she and everyone else filed into the room.
“The nurse just went to check her vitals.” Eddie said. “She’ll be back soon.”
“Wow, so like,” Robin sighed, eyes wide. “You’re a mom now.”
“Yeah.” Y/n giggled. “Crazy, right?”
“Totally crazy.” 
“How long did it take to have her?” Nancy asked, crossing her arms. 
“Oh, uhmm…” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. “I pushed for about twenty minutes, I think.”
“Wow, that was quick.” Claudia gasped. “I pushed for an hour with you and two for Dusty.”
“Mom.” Dustin blushed.
“Oh, look!” A nurse cheered upon walking back into the room, pushing a cart with the baby inside. “Everyone’s here to see you!” The nurse picked up the baby and placed her into Y/n’s arms, where everyone immediately flocked around. They cooed at the small baby, who was wrapped in a pink blanket.
“Everyone,” Eddie began, sitting by Y/n’s side. “Meet Mallory Rose Munson.”
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MEE RELEASE THE ARCHIVES BABE
Thank you for this. It kick started my creativity. I have soooo many WIPs that I'm excited to show you guys and my ideas need somewhere to land, so why not here.
I'm also gonna link this to my Masterlist so I can link the finished products to both and people are able to choose how they decide which fic to read.
(A bunch of barely coherent brainstorming under the cut 😚 And this apparently will be changing and updated whenever I think of it so keep checking back 💖)
Works in progress/ideas by driver:
Lewis Hamilton
- Something with the vibe of Angel of Mine by Monica because that song reminds me of him every time it comes on and I desperately want to try writing for Lewis again
Another song one. Ours by Taylor Swift. You both are very busy but very in love and will always make time for each other. No matter what.
Max Verstappen
Raincheck sneak peek here (Intense hatred between Max and the reader can only last so long.)
Big brother Max trying to help his sister out but is block by his father at EVERY TURN. (Tyla faceclaim and the request alone has me obsessed with her now. I absolutely love her.
Different things to add to Repeat That Au; Big sister, best friend and a lot of pregnancy talk (including something that links in the On Display Au courtesy of my ♥️ anon)
Lando Norris
Lando flirting with his PR manager who is a few years older.
Two words: Uncle. Lando.
Something to the song Making Whoopee by Frank Sinatra bc Lando seems like the type of guy to do anything for the girl he wants to fu k really badly. Wedding. Home. Baby. Whole nine yards. Big simp energy. The best type of energy
More from the Valentine Au because it's cute and I love it
Lance Stroll
Fake dating. We love when besties fake date and fall in love 😙
Oscar Piastri
Oscar loves his wife. Talks about her all the time. But no one knows they're married??? A little sneaky peek (that is barely put together):
"Your girlfriend is into astrology. I made the mistake of telling her my birthday." Lando spoke, twirling his flags, not seeing the extremely confused look Oscar was giving him.
"Girlfriend?" Lando looked up at his teammate and given him an equally confused face, believing his comment was quite clear.
"Uh, yeah? Yn?" Lando was so matter of fact, and yet had no idea how wrong he was.
"Yn's my wife. We're married."
"BUT YOU'RE BABIES!?"
"YOU'RE TWO YEARS OLDER THAN US!
More for Girl Almighty bc we have to see how the reader and Oscar do driving against each other
Charles Leclerc
Cocoa Butter Kisses-Charles is mesmerizing by your everything shower routine and how good you smell when you're done
Rockstar-undercover soft girl-reader; another smutty one; just gotta figure out the direction I was to take it
Wedding Night-Self explanatory;smut and aftercare (almost done with the smut, just gotta do the aftercare)
More stuff from My Biggest Fan Au bc who doesn't love Charles and Gianna 🥹
Something to I Wish by 1D with Pierre. You and Charles are literally the perfect couple. The entire way through. (See the ideas for Pierre for his part in the plot)
Logan Sargeant
Thanksgiving with the Fam and our very own Mr. America gets to experience a black Thanksgiving (yes I did get that suggestion right after Thanksgiving. Let's not talk about that 😔)
Something with the vibe of Wouldn't it be Nice by The Beach Boys bc apparently I think Logan is the purest little boy on the grid and just wants to live a happy life with his girlfriend
Carlos Sainz
More for Mírame Au (stay tuned bc there will come a time where I open request for suggestions for this 😚)
Esteban Ocon
Man's will be pining for Lewis' personal assistant and it will become a viral F1 moment.
Daniel Ricciardo
Reader can't stand sisters new boyfriend, and Daniel can't stand the fact that his girlfriends identical twin sister hates him, but feelings change, just not for the better
Handled: The Backstory (How reader and Daniel meet and fall for each other 😚) yes it will be smutty
Something based off the song "Would You Go with Me" because it is very Daniel and I don't know how to explain it
What do you think the opposite of On Display would be? (Hint: jealous Danny 😚)
More for On Display, but I might make her an OC to make another fic suggestion (look under Max ideas) a bit easier to write.
Fernando Alonso
Fernando and reader are literally each other's muse, he talk about her all the time and he inspires and entire album (and makes his music video debut)
Fernando gets some plants to impress reader; now he the plant dad to her plant mom and it's an inside jokes between family and friends
Fernandos favorite pass time is picking the readers hair color
Sebastian Vettel
Sebastian only wants one thing: For everyone to know how much he loves his ballerina girlfriend. Another little sneak peek (that, again, is just barely put together):
"Yes. You are in the presence...of the first...black Sugar Plum Fairy for the New York City Ballet." Your cheeks were sore from smiling, but nothing could dull your shine right now. Your friends that were hovering around you finally crowd around and give you tight loving squeezes, greeting Sebastian on your phone and bragging on your accomplishment.
"Sebastian! How does it feel to be dating the best principal dancer in the history of the New York City Ballet?" Your friend, Julia, hooks her arms over your shoulders and presses her mouth to your temple.
"I'm just glad I get to be her boyfriend. That's my title now. Sebastian Vettel, boyfriend Yn, New York City Ballett Principal Dancer and first black NYCB Sugar Plum Fairy.
Pierre Gasly
Introducing new OC!Eve (Chloe Bailey faceclaim);my way of introducing the readers sister into the Repeat That Au; we get to start off with a small backstory
I Wish-1D; Pierre's got it BAD. Go listen to the song. His POV is the song. It's heartbreaking and I love it so much. Probably one of the first fics that doesn't have a happy ending.
Maxiel
Trying get someone to buy you and Daniel a drink goes wrong
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hello lunieee
I would like to request some dad!Steve-
HAH
just kidding.
I would love some dad!Eddie in the summer playing with his tween kid - maybe running through the sprinkler or someone gets sprayed with the hose, maybe eating ice pops, but most important of all is Eddie being a nerdy, kinda lame adorkable dad that his kid both loves and cringes at. Bonus points if we are watching him and really feelin' a surge of attraction or affection based on his antics.
thank you love youuu 💕
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Gone Fishing: Just Go With It…
warnings: r is pregnant, minor injury & barely edited — i needed something soft, sweet and fluffy today. (2.6k words)
dad!eddie munson x afab!mom!reader.
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It’s meant to be a joke.
A little Russian Roulette game, if you will. A precursor to the barbecue plans with your friends for the summer festivities to determine if the pitcher of sangria Robin put her heart and soul into will end up going to waste.
Once you’ve all taken your tests, Max and El have you all turn around and scramble the order. When ready, you all turn around to find the three tests face up on the countertop.
“Mine’s negative,” Robin says, dramatically wiping the back of her hand over her brow. “What a relief!”
But she’s met only with silence.
Until. “Holy shit,” Max breathes out, trying to not break out into incredulous laughter.
“That one is definitely positive,” El points out, hooking her chin over Nancy’s shoulder.
Two lines.
Two very dark lines.
So you…or Nancy.
Baby number four for her, or number three for you.
Shit.
Nancy bites her lip. Turns to you, smile a little hopeful despite the fact your nerves are buzzing to life at the prospect of another baby when you and Eddie hadn’t intended for another baby.
“Guess we have to take another,” she says, reaching for more test strips.
——
“Hey man, can you watch Quinnie?” Eddie asks, passing off the giggly two year old to her honorary uncle. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom.”
And they prove to be famous last words.
Words that change a lot.
Because as he’s washing his hands, humming a song that had been playing on the radio before he’d run inside, he spots the tests.
Multiple tests.
He’s seen a few since becoming a dad to know what two lines or a smiley face means.
He also knows that you, Nancy, Robin, El and Max had all gone to the bathroom at the same time to ‘take care of something.’
So despite it being his bathroom, in his home, he’s not sure if it’s your test.
But, he does know someone is pregnant.
Someone standing outside in his backyard just a few feet away.
The sudden realization hits him then. Either he’s becoming an uncle again to four, or a father of three.
Shit.
——
“And you’re sure?” Steve asks, carding his fingers through his hair. Eddie pulls the strips out of his pocket and Steve whisper-yells, “There’s pee on those!”
“Grow up, Harrington, they’ve got the caps on. We have bigger things to worry about.” Eddie holds the tests in the space between the two of them, bent low near the grill, far away from the rest of the guests.
In the distance he can see you and Nancy watching the youngest Harringtons and Munsons in the pool while the older “kids” watch on. James’ laughter echoes as Dustin and Lucas toss him up into the air and catch him, his little rubber ducky floaties keeping him from slipping too far beneath the water’s surface.
You’re glowing, Quinn bouncing on your hip, wearing the same brightly colored summer dress you’re wearing that flutters around your thighs in the cool summer breeze. And he wonders briefly whether or not you carry a little secret beneath your heart.
“So one of us is pregnant?” Steve exhales deeply as Eddie nods, running a palm down his face. “Look—I know I said I wanted six, but I’m overrun by girls at the moment, Ed. Do you know how terrifying throwing a fourth girl into the mix is?”
Steve’s gaze travels over to Nancy and his three little girls. One reaches out to grab at her little ‘cousin’ Quinn, while the other two try to quite literally become mermaids in the pool, little legs kicking behind them, spraying Mike Wheeler in the face until he’s redder than a damn tomato.
“What do you think we should do?” Eddie asks, flipping over the burgers on the grill, waving as you look over your shoulder and give him one of your wonderful smiles he loves so much.
“Should we ask them?” Steve wonders, tossing some cheese on top, both men watching with increasing nervousness over their present (potential) situations.
“No—no, you absolutely cannot ask them if they’re pregnant.” Eddie shoves the bag of burger buns into his best friend’s chest. “Start laying the buns in that container right there. Yeah, that one. But as I was saying…asking a woman if she’s pregnant is enough to get you as number one on their to-kill list. Do you not fear death?”
Steve seems to consider this, swallowing thickly as he lays out the buns in the tin container so Eddie can begin loading burgers on top. “Nancy will murder me in my sleep.”
“Exactly.” Once the burgers are loaded up, he calls out into the open yard that dinner is ready and then claps Steve on the shoulder. “Best plan of action is to be supportive, remain calm, and act natural.”
——
“Are the guys being a little weird?” You ask, running your fingers through Quinn’s little curls, the two year old dozing against your chest.
“You two married the weirdest guys in Hawkins,” Robin says, sipping her cup of sangria. “I’d say this is within normal limits for them.”
“Steve knocked my drink out of my hand,” Nancy points out, pulling at a piece of cookie and popping it into her mouth.
“And Eddie kept demanding I eat more,” you add, laughing at the memory of your overly eager husband adding more macaroni salad to your plate as soon as you’d finished your first spoonful. “He also kept asking me if I should be holding Quinn.”
The men in question are presently standing in the yard bare chested in their swimsuits, with the sprinkler running. The kids rush through the stream all taking turns, still donning their little pool floaties, little shrieks of joy and peals of infectious laughter warming your heart.
Because you and Eddie finally saved up enough to buy this home, and are now sharing it with your friends who are more likely family now, and seeing the happiness on all their faces has made all the endless hours of work, hardships and obstacles so worth it.
So no, you can’t help the fear that wedges into your heart if you disrupt all of that.
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“J! NO!”
Quinn whines from Eddie’s lap as James leans over and snatches a marshmallow from the bag his daughter is insistent upon keeping clutched in her tiny palms.
“Quinnie, give me!”
Quinn’s newest favorite word in the dictionary other than Momma and Dadda?
No.
She uses it so often, Eddie sometimes forgets she’s picked up others throughout the past few months.
“NO!”
This time, her little fingers curl in her brother’s hair and give a harsh tug. Hard enough he winces and scrambles onto Eddie’s lap, knocking the wind from him when his knobby knee jabs him in the stomach, to try and alleviate the stress on his hair.
Catching his bearings once more, Eddie grips his daughter’s hand and unfurls her angry little knuckles, finger by finger until she reluctantly releases James.
“Quinnie, let’s be nice to your brother,” Eddie coos, bouncing her on his thigh as you start to rise from your chair, conversation with Nancy and Robin pausing to see the commotion. Wanting to show you he can, in fact, handle three kids, he shakes his head, reassuring, “I’ve got this.”
“NO!”
Steve glances over from beside him, braiding both his little girl’s hair into braids at the backs of their heads. Eddie frowns, and Steve gives him a sympathetic smile as his own littlest one trips over the leg of his chair and takes a tumble onto the patio below, scraping her knee and bursting into ear piercing wails, crying out for Mama.
——
“Chloe, do you want vanilla or chocolate ice cream for being such a good girl?” You ask, leaning your back against the kitchen counter as Nancy finishes putting a pink bandaid on her youngest daughter’s knee.
Hazel eyes that resemble her father’s peer up at you, fingers pointing to the vanilla container held up in your hands. “‘Bow sprinkle, pease!”
“She wants rainbow sprinkles,” Nancy clarifies as you get to work on her daughter’s ice cream, shoulders slouching, tears burning on your lower lash line. “Hey. Hey. What’s going on? You’ve been quiet tonight.”
Forearm pressing to your sweat-slick forehead, you sigh. “Eddie and I never talked about having another baby. We’ve been trying to save up for the house, we got the house, and now we’re really only just settling into the house. And I don’t even know how this happened, or how he’s going to react, or if he even wants another baby. We always said two and I-I—”
“Momma cry,” Quinn huffs beside Chloe, lifting at the edge of her frilly little summer dress.
You let out a weak laugh at that, sniffling noisily. “Momma is crying, yes sweetie.”
Nancy tugs you close as you join her and the girls on the counter, handing each of the greediest little ones a tiny spoon to likely smear vanilla ice cream on their faces with.
“We planned for James and planned for Quinnie.” With a groan, you grab your own spoon and shovel a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles into your mouth, needing a little sweetness to quell the nervousness bubbling in your belly.
“Well, it seems like that little one had other plans. I know it’s not ideal. But if you take away the house, if you take away all the other things stressing you out right about now, what do you feel?”
And that’s the thing. If you think about it. If you really think about it, you love your husband. Have for so many years now. You married him for all of the reasons you’d said in your vows. Wanted to take on life together, build a family, build a home.
Now here you are, still as deeply in love with him as you were that day, in the house of your dreams you never thought you’d own, with your sweet little boy who has love in his heart and joy in his laugh, and your little girl with her father’s tenacity and your features, and this unexpected little one, faceless and nameless and yet loved.
So so loved already.
“I’m happy. Just…really happy.”
“Then you’ll figure everything else out as you go.”
——
Outside, Eddie’s sitting near the bonfire with his acoustic guitar on his lap, strumming along to a silly song meant for the children. Made up, naturally. A tale of beautiful princes and princesses who wield swords and fight impressive dragons, of harrowing tales and defeating evil.
James sits on his lap, beaming bright, with chocolate smeared across his cheeks, heading into what is surely to be a lovely night of sleep induced by a food coma. Steve’s got his two older daughters, Olivia and Violet, draped over each of his thighs, their heads swaying back and forth and feet kicking as Eddie slips in and out of singing and speaking his stories.
The older kids in “The Party” have started cleaning up, weaving in and out of the house as you and Nancy make your way back outside the sliding glass door with Chloe and Quinn on your hips.
And later, as Steve and Robin show the kids how to safely play with sparklers, tips of their little fireworks exploding into colorful light, Eddie pulls you into his side and presses a kiss to your temple, murmuring he loves you against your skin.
You reply the same, turning your head enough so you can peck him once. Then again, humming into his smile. “Our first party in our new home.”
“The Munson home,” he says, kissing you once more.
And as his arms loop around your waist and James calls out “Mommy and Daddy look!” his little face illuminated in the dark, excitement blooming across his features, and your little girl dancing with Max and El off in the grass, you know you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
In this home, with your family, and these people.
——
Quinn is already down for the night when Eddie starts getting James ready for bed. The boy in question yawns and protests very little as his father lifts him once he’s done dressing for bed and lays him down in his bed shaped like a little race car that Steve had helped put together for him on his sixth birth.
“Can we read The Hobbit?” James asks, clambering over his father’s chest as he settles down beside him on the mattress.
“Yes, but only one chapter, okay?”
James nods his agreement and Eddie begins where they left off, using all the silly fake voices that James always laughs at. Those belly laughs that shake the boy, and warm Eddie from head to toe. Those same laughs that remind him he’s not his father. That reminds him that he’s been made for this; to be your husband, James’ dad and Quinn’s dad. He’s got his support system. His uncle who is more a father to him now than anything else and the strength of his friendships. All he needs, really.
As he finishes reading, and James’ eyes grow heavier, his head curling into Eddie’s neck, James whispers, “I love you, daddy.” Eddie replies the same. Lifts his head and finds you there in the doorway.
Sees the worry lining your brow, remembers the way Nancy had warned him you’d been a little upset as her, Steve and the kids had left, and he has an inkling why. But he doesn’t know for certain.
All he knows is no matter what, as long as you have each other, it’ll all be okay.
You’ll figure out the rest as you go.
——
“Hey, baby? Can you come here for a second?” Eddie calls, just as you finish brushing your teeth and pat your face dry.
Exhaling deeply, you slip out of the bathroom and find him already propped up against the mountain of pillows on your bed, bare chest on display. He’s added tattoos as time has gone by, meant to cover the tapestry of scars across his skin, the same ones that you’ve traced countless times over the years, forever thankful that he’s still here.
His hands reach out to curl around the fullest part of your hips as you lower yourself down onto his lap, a thigh bracketing each of his hips, your own hands resting against the heat of his chest.
He rubs gentle patterns there. Callus scarred fingers dance across your thighs, along the curve of your hips, over your ribcage, the smallest point of your back, the softness of your stomach. Eddie pauses there, dark eyes meeting your own, tongue dragging a slow line across his lips.
“Eddie…” you begin, but Eddie jumps in before you can say any more.
“I want you to know I saw the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. I don’t know if they’re yours, but I wouldn’t be upset if they are. We have this home, we have each other. I got that promotion to manager at the shop, we’ve been saving. We might not have planned for another one, but I think we did a pretty damn good job with the first two, and I would love this baby so much and I—”
“It was my test. Both of them. I’m pregnant.”
His fingers spread further across your stomach, before reaching up to grip at both your cheeks and pull you close for a lingering kiss that has your toes curling. Before you can say anything else, he’s rolling you over onto your back and shoving at the flimsy sleep shirt you’re wearing, pressing kiss after kiss to your midsection.
“I’ll take it that you’re happy?” you giggle, threading your fingers in the soft curls at the back of his head.
Another kiss, this time to your belly button. “So happy,” he says, a grin growing against your skin. “Hi Maisie, it’s your daddy. I already love you so, so much.”
“Maisie, huh?”
“We always liked the name, and I have a gut feeling.”
Several months later, Eddie’s right.
Maisie Munson enters the world.
Seven pounds, six ounces, and pure love.
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Girl Dad - MV1
Max as a girl dad smau
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y/nverstappen i <3 my family
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username1 girl dad max 💖💖💖
username2 born to be an f1 driver? nono, born to be a girldad
danielricciardo when can I babysit?
y/nverstappen never again
maxverstappen1 last time you let her watch coraline and she didn't sleep for a week
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y/nverstappen she loved the fish
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maxverstappen1 ❤❤❤
landonorris 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ omw to get her fish and become the favourite uncle
danielricciardo 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ omw to beat lando to the fish and remain the favourite uncle
maxverstappen1 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️ omw to stop the both of you because we have cats
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y/nverstappen wishing daddy goodluck before his race
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charles_leclerc can I get a good luck from julia?
y/nverstappen no bc she's gonna be heartbroken when you dnf
charles_leclerc ouch
username3 omg girl dad max
username4 i saw Y/N and her at the race they're so cute!!
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y/nverstappen LEMME HAVE HIS SON IF THIS IS WHAT HE'LL LOOK LIKE PLS
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maxverstappen1 y/n
maxverstappen1 was this meant for the private account?
danielricciardo you know there are kids on this app, right?
yukitsunoda0511 you already have a son 😤😤
y/nverstappen yuki babe im so sorry
y/nverstappen you weren't meant to find out this way
username5 she's pregnant
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y/nverstappen this dress slays
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danielricciardo I KNEW IT
maxverstappen1 no you didn't
danielricciardo may i direct you to y/n's last post?
charles_leclerc pls let this one be a ferrari fan
y/nverstappen red bull all the way
username6 OMG MORE DAD MAX????
username7 I KNEW IT I KNEW IT I KNEW IT
username8 OMG CONGRATULATIONS QUEEN
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The Wise-Woman: Chapter 5
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Catch up: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| Chapter 3| Chapter 4
Pairing: Athena Heyman x Jey Uso
Warning: language & fluff
Word Count: 3K
A/N: Leave it to a woman to save the men.
On the day of Elimination Chamber, Jey hadn’t seen Athena since they all had dinner the night before. She went home instead of back to the hotel with him. He missed her. And she hadn’t text him in a couple hours. The last thing he needed before this big 8 man tag match against Judgement Day was to be worried about his girlfriend. “I’m sure she’ll show up Uce. Knowing Athena, she’s somewhere doing business, she got like 11 jobs!” Jimmy said as they got off the elevator in the lobby. Athena had been torn between nerves, getting her hair braided, signing her secret WWE contract and the pre-match interviews with Triple H and the heads of New Japan and Stardom. She felt her phone going off but hadn’t had even a second to text Jey to let him know she was ok. She hated going dark on him all morning.
While doing a spot for the website, she spotted Jey walking through security. He had his headphones on. He didn’t see her but Roman did. He held his phone up to his ear and nodded in Jey’s direction. She nodded. While walking with Triple H, he said “I hear that your uncle should be returning to us soon.” “Yeah, he’s just waiting to be cleared by his doctor. I’ll be kinda glad to have him back. Roman needs him.” she spoke. “Athena, kid you’ve been killing it. Last time I met with Roman and he gave me some really great storyline ideas, afterwards he said ‘It was Athena’s idea.’ Paul has taught you well, you’re gonna be fine. Listen, go grab some food, check in with your guys and lay low. I’ll find you afterwards.” He gave her a fist bump and walked off with Shawn Michaels. Athena knew exactly where to find the various members of the Bloodline. Roman was eating privately in the dressing room, Jimmy, Jey and Solo were all sitting at a table eating with Tamina. “Nuh uh! Go find him. He’s been in a mood all morning and…I can’t take it!” Roman spoke sternly, politely closing the door in her face. Athena threw her hands up but he was right. The Tribal Chief couldn’t have his Right Hand Man distracted. Athena motioned for Solo, Jimmy and Tamina to all keep quiet while she crept up on her man. She covered his eyes, he smiled, rubbing her hands on his face. Her signature smell gave her away. “Not sure why you spent time & money getting your hair done cuz it’s getting messed up later.” He mumbled, mouth full of food as usual. “It’s a wig, it’s impossible to find someone to do a silk press on Black hair in Japan.” Athena mumbled. “Lace where? Lace who?! Trin would love that long ass shit.” Jimmy laughed, flipping his hair. “You should grab us some food, it’s pretty good.” Jey mumbled. Athena got up to head over to the food, Tamina walked over with her. “You must let me braid your hair again. Maybe for the wedding.” she joked. “Wedding? What wedding? Who’s wedding?” Athena said. “You and Josh’s. He is that into you. He was all broody and the minute you show up he’s smiling and laughing. And he’s watching you now. I’m calling it now. I give it a year max!” Tamina laughed. “God girl you sound like Joe. He wants my first born child to be named after him. Ain’t nobody naming their child Josephine. And this family has enough Josephs. I could possibly be talked into a son named Tamin tho.” Athena laughed as they hugged and Tamina walked away. 
Apparently everyone could see where it was leading. Everyone except for us. The wedding, the kid, the happy life...they called it all. When people talk about the writing on the wall, this is what they’re talking about.
Athena already knew to add extra food on her plate because Jey was going to help her eat it, she was too nervous to have much of an appetite anyway. Athena was so glad this whole thing was almost over. Hiding it from Jey when they told each other everything had become exhausting. Athena sat down with her plate piled high with food. “You really about to eat all that?” Solo asked. “Nope, I’ll eat maybe about 10 percent of this. The rest is for him.” Athena laughed, pointing to Jey who was already fork deep in her plate. “Wifey knows me so well.” Jey laughed. 
Jimmy and Solo left to go get dressed and relax until their match started. “Baby girl, you didn’t have to do anything special to your hair for me. I think you’re spectacular just the way you are.” Jey spoke, running his fingers along her jawline. She leaned into his touch. “Thank you baby. Don’t worry, she *points to wig* won’t be staying with us tonight. It’s for TV…to differentiate my in-ring persona from who I am outside of the ring.” Athena laughed. “Come chill with me until the show starts.” his deep voice pleaded. “I can stay until the halfway point. New Japan's doing a simulcast on their Twitch stream and obviously they want my commentary on my brief time with the Bloodline during the match.” Athena spoke, laying her head on his shoulder, inhaling his scent. He always smelled so good, her happy place. “I only wish it was longer. I miss seeing that ass in those black pants and skirt. And the dresses?! Girl…I peeped that fat ass the first day we met, when you were automatically on Roman’s neck! Good gawd woman! I hate that when I get on that plane to go back to the States that you won’t be with me. It legit hurts me to think about it.” His voice was heavy with sadness. “Please don’t think about it. Let me worry about the logistics of an international relationship. I need your focus on this match.” She kissed his forehead. He could be such a baby when he wanted. 
They were walking into the Bloodline’s locker room when her phone rang. “I’ll be right in, it’s Uncle Paul.” Athena smiled at Jey before stepping away from the door. “Hey Uncle Paulie. Are you watching the show?” He could hear the nerves in her voice. “Of course I am! You sound nervous. Listen kid, I’ve watched you succeed in Japan in ways I've never thought possible and the WWE doesn’t put half that much energy into the women’s division so you’ll be more than fine. You can hang with all of these women. Rhea Ripley is no match for you my dear. Rain the fury of the gods down upon her! We’ll talk tomorrow.” And he hung up. She wasn’t sure who he gassed up more: her or Roman. Athena shoved her phone back into her pocket and went into the locker room. “Uncle Paulie says hi…except to the love of his life. I’m sure his words are nothing short of ultimate loving devotion to his Tribal Chief.” She rolled her eyes in Roman’s direction, bowing dramatically. He laughed and boasted “You sound jealous Athena.” “Me? Jealous of you? Be for-fuckin-real! You’re in my arena now Reigns!” she laughed, returning his cocky asshole energy. She was slowly getting into her character, the defiant one that got her fired but would be soon returning to save the Bloodline. 
I always poke the Tribal Chief. I’m the only one in the Bloodline who can get away with it. I think he thinks I’ll cry if he raises his voice at me. Always let the men underestimate you, Uncle Paul taught me that.
Athena spent most of her time making sure her guys had all they needed as her uncle taught her. Now she had to go get ready. “I’ll see y’all after the match.” She hugged Jimmy and Solo and gave them her usual pep talk. She wrapped her arms around Jey’s neck and said “Go be amazing. I’ll see you after the show.” He playfully kissed her forehead and whispered “I love you.” “ I love you too!” She whispered back, her arms falling back to her sides. “Aiight, you can leave now. I need him focused! Not smiling like a lovestruck idiot. *Jey growled, Athena kissed him again to calm him, it worked* Go do whatever you’ve been doing all day. We only have space for one Heyman and it’s not you.” Roman said coldly in Athena’s direction. She rolled her eyes, flashing her middle finger 🖕🏾 in his direction. “Between the three of you…you should be able to watch his big ass back! He’ll need it!” Athena gestured to Roman. He winked at her as she stormed off. Once she was outside of the room, she sprinted down to her locker room. She yanked the wig off and ran her fingers over her fresh braids. Like Superman in the phone booth. She pulled on the cargo pants and laced up her black boots. She pulled the tank over her head and applied her black lipstick with a red glitter overlay. She snapped a few pics in the full length mirror and pulled the hoodie on. 
Athena was gathering her final touches when there was a knock on the door. She opened it and Rhea eased into the room. “Let’s have a look at ya!” She roared excitedly. Athena gave her a spin so she could see the entire look, Rhea returned the gesture. “Let’s go kill this shit! Your mask is so much cooler than mine!” Rhea squealed. “Let’s get it!” Athena said, grabbing her mask and leading Rhea down the secret hallway. They found some stuff to carry so they didn’t look out of place amongst the crew. They fist bumped and went to their spots. All the time spent together getting their timing down, they developed a friendship. Hearing Roman’s theme blaring over the house speakers made her miss walking out with them…soon it would be over and she could be there with them….with him.
The match went flawlessly. The chaos had exploded out of the ring, Solo and Damian Priest were brawling in the crowd. Jimmy was super kicking Dom Mysterio into oblivion up the ramp and Jey was putting JD McDonagh through a table right outside the gorilla position. Roman was holding his own against Demon Finn and Riddle who insisted on inserting himself into the Bloodline’s business as usual. Roman allows it because Roman likes beating up that barefoot man. He speared them both at once and stood over them like he does when he trash talks. I’m always amazed how he turns any crowd into putty in his hands, it doesn’t matter if he’s on top of the men’s division or not. The crowd was eating it up, hooked on his every word. His swagger is undeniable. They love to hate Roman Reigns. That’s when Rhea snuck into the ring and hit him with brass knuckles. The crowd went wild as she unmasked herself and  approached him ready to hit him again. I grabbed the kendo stick and waited for my cue from Roman. He made a slight signal with his hand and I scrambled into the ring. The laugh that escaped him was so cocky as he pointed over her shoulder. It took two quick hits to Rhea with the kendo stick to get her down. Him and Finn battled while I was still masked and hitting Rhea with heavy fists, laughing wildly. Everyone battled their way back to the ring. They had left the Tribal Chief unfairly matched…or so they thought. It was pure chaos and I loved every minute of it. I missed that shit so much! Dom pulled Rhea under the ropes, starting their retreat. I launched myself over the ropes dropping down on them like a bomb. That enabled Roman to get the 3 count on Finn to officially win the match. I crawled back into the ring with Roman’s belt, and Roman approached me. I pulled the hood down from my head and unzipped my hoodie. A smile spread across his face as I pulled the mask down. The Japanese fans went crazy, it had been a year since I had been in the ring. And my knee felt great.
Roman nodded appreciatively in my direction as I laid the belt on his shoulder. He sat on the 2nd rope so I could exit and he followed.  We walked up the ramp, followed by Solo, Jimmy and Jey as Roman’s music played. We got to the top of the ramp and Roman raised his belt into the sky as fireworks went off around us, it was absolutely magical. 
Once they got to the gorilla, Roman turned to Athena and pulled her into a big sweaty hug, lifting her off her feet. “You did great. Now go celebrate.” He nodded in Jey’s direction, who was waiting patiently for her. “Didn’t I tell you that I’d have to save your ass one day?!” She laughed, walking away. Solo simply fist bumped her and smiled. Her and Jimmy did their special handshake. Triple H pulled her into a hug and said “Welcome to the show.” He went to congratulate Roman. Athena’s gaze turned to the cutie with the ripped crop top and gold grill standing against the wall. A smile formed on his face once their eyes met. “Hey gorgeous.” He mumbled gruffly, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you. I REALLY wanted to! R u ok? That chair spot looked a little rough. Where’s JD?!!” Athena’s voice was raspy. “Calm down girl. I’ll be fine, in fact I’m feeling better already.” He said as he winced. “I just want to talk to him!” Athena clutched her kendo stick. He grabbed her hand and walked off towards the locker room. “This mean that you’ll be on the plane back tomorrow night?” He asked excitedly. “Possibly. I have to pack up a bunch of stuff until I can get some time off. And to find a spot Stateside, I’ve done a few virtual tours. What are your thoughts on Tampa? I know your Mama stays down there.” Her voice trailed off as she unlocked her phone and checked her email. “Hell naw! We go together so you come home with me. I can get rid of stuff if it means that I get to have you with me. One request, bring those pics you have in your hallway. I know your ex took them but they’re so fire! Especially the one with you naked showing off your tattoos.” He beamed. “We go together now? Since when?” Athena laughed. 
He found a piece of paper and pen in her locker room and actually wrote “Do you like me? Yes or No?” & “Will you be my girlfriend? Yes or No?” and gave it to Athena. She laughed but circled her answers, folded the paper and slid it into his pocket. She finished packing up her things from the locker room before heading to the Bloodline’s locker room with Jey. Roman tossed Athena a rolled up black bundle. She unrolled it and it was her very own red & black Bloodline shirt with her new logo on it. “Athena, I’ll let you tell them.” Roman stepped to the side, giving Athena command of the room. “This has been planned from almost the very beginning. I officially signed my contract this morning. I'm with the Bloodline now. And y’all are stuck with me until I get tired of y’all. Now we *points to Jey* are going to his favorite noodle spot and I’d love for y’all to come with us. They have really good sushi too if that’s more your thing. I’ve already booked the private room for lunch tomorrow so don’t worry Joe, you’ll get your filet before you head home.” There was a knock on the door, they were calling Roman to do press. “Goddess of War…you’re with me.” He nodded in Athena’s direction. She pulled off the Bloodline tank and pulled on the new shirt, grabbing Roman’s belt and following him out.
“Guess who’s back?!” Athena laughed into the microphone. Roman beamed proudly at her. “Athena was only supposed to be a temporary solution while Paul was down. But she quickly became a very vital part of the family. Heyman’s are very important to what we do here. And as long as we’re here, there’s always going to be an issue with these factions with a female presence that want to challenge us. Athena joining us was an obvious solution. I can’t wait for you people to see what she’s capable of.” He spoke in full Tribal Chief mode. “If they want the smoke, come see the Dragon.” Athena spoke, she was just as cocky as Roman. “We’re laying waste to EVERYONE! You’ve been warned.” Roman spoke, patting Athena’s leg as they got up and walked out of the press conference. Once back in the locker room, Athena changed into her jeans and Jordans from earlier. She wanted to bask in the warm, fuzzy feeling of her own WWE gear. They all climbed into a black Mercedes sprinter and went back to the hotel. “Be back in 5 minutes.” The guys said, heading for the elevator. They left her and Jey alone in the hotel lobby. “I’m so proud of you girl.” He spoke, wrapping his arm around her. “You’re not mad that I kept it from you?” Her voice was cautiously optimistic. “Nah, it was a pleasant surprise. Now I get to work with my girl. And travel with my girl. We can sneak off to do date nights on the road. This all sounds good to me. Now I don’t ever have to let you go.” He said, kissing Athena’s forehead.
He hasn’t let me go yet. 
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theemporium · 4 months
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Could I request 🧸 with hockey!steve teaching his kid in the future how to skate? Or 🐈‍⬛ with hockey!steve and rival captain!reader dressing up for their first Halloween party as a couple? - 🏒
thank you for requesting!🫶🏽
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“Right, buddy, do we remember what I said?”
“Stick with Daddy.” 
“And?”
“Mummy is always right.”
“And?”
“It’s okay to fall.” 
Steve’s face broke out into a massive grin and it was hard to look away from it. He had been waiting for this moment for far longer than he probably cared to admit to you. It was clear that despite his own parents being lacklustre and negligent, Steve had always wanted a little family of his own. You had seen it in the way he treated Max, or the boys in the junior team he voluntarily coached in the last two years of college. 
Steve dreamed of a day he had his own kids, the day he could become the father he always wished he had and always wanted to give Max. Steve dreamed of the day where he could be that figure for someone, and that day had come when you had your son Matty. 
It had been one of the most wholesome experiences watching Steve become the father he always dreamed of being. Watching him be there for all the meaningful milestones and being there for the ones that didn’t mean so much to other people, but meant the world to him.
“Remember, not everyone is a perfect skater first time. I fell so many times before I got good,” Steve told his son as he worked on lacing the little personalised skates he had bought specifically for this occasion. 
“Did Mummy fall a lot?” Matty asked, his big, brown eyes watching the way his father’s fingers moved expertly in awe. 
Steve’s eyes found yours over his son’s shoulder, a small grin on his face that reminded you of the cocky college hockey star you grew to love. “Don’t be silly, bud. Mummy was perfect at everything the first time.” 
You snorted, leaning down with your hands on Matty’s shoulders as you placed a peck to the top of his head. “He’s lying. I fell too. Everyone does. Even Uncle Eddie.” 
Matty tilted his head up to look at you. “What if it hurts?”
“Then Daddy will be here to make it better,” Steve told his son without a moment of hesitation as he placed his hands on the young boy’s knees. “We’ll patch it up and go get ice cream. And then, we come back and try again tomorrow. There’s no shame in failing before you get good.”
Matty glanced out at the ice rink. “I wanna be able to skate fast like you, Daddy.”
“And you will,” Steve grinned before he stood up, offering his hand to his son. “And maybe one day we will both be faster than Mummy.”
“Fat chance,” you snorted under your breath. 
Matty spent the first thirty minutes on the ice just clutching onto Steve in any way he could, whether it was onto his hand or gripping the fabric of his jeans. He needed to be holding onto his father in some way, shape or form. 
But it made your stomach erupt with emotions you couldn’t explain as you watched how patient and sweet Steve was. As you watched them skate up and down the rink, laughing and smiling and calling out to you. It made your heart feel full as you watched him introduce something the two of you loved so deeply to your son too. 
“Look at you go, Matty!” You grinned as he slowly began to skate towards Steve with no help at all. “You’re going so fast, buddy!”
“I’m doing it!”
“Hell yeah, you are!” Steve cheered him on, pulling him into a crushing hug the second he was close enough and prepping kisses all over his son’s giggling face. “I’m so proud of you, bud.”
And you were so goddamn proud of him too.
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architect-2015 · 7 months
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Genevieve Heyman and Roman Reigns are the couple everyone wants to be.
Married in 2014, the couple have had a non stop life since, a reality TV show, a first set a triplets: Koa, Layla and Elle.
You’d think the couple would stop having children after that, Joe being on the rise to be the top dog in the WWE having a full time schedule and Genevieve being the head of creative backstage, the husband and wife duo are very busy people so it came with a shock that Genny was pregnant again, with another set of triplets!
Aveline, Levi and Max were born in 2019, the boys Koa, Levi and Max were inseparable, independent and the wildest kids you would ever meet. Whilst the girls Layla, Elle and Aveline were complete daddy’s girls.
The family showcased a lot of their home and family life in a reality TV show called Behind the curtain.
The show had given an opportunity to show the world how much the Anoa’i family has grown since the debut of the Wild Samoans: Afa and Sika.
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“Good morning!”
The episode starts with Genevieve, Levi resting on her hip, descending the stairs. Joe is stood over in the kitchen, cooking up his famous blueberry pancakes for the children.
“Mum, dad said that Uncle Jon and Auntie Trin are coming today!” a very giddy Elle ran up to her mothers frame, wrapping her arms around Genny’s waist.
“They are baby, so that means you’ve all got to go get changed out of your pyjamas. Aveline, mummy will come help you with your hair once she’s spoken with daddy.”
With that the 35 year old women sends her children up the stairs.
Walking over to the stove, Viv stands behind her husband, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his broad back.
A sigh leaves her lips, Joe immediately notices this. Turning he takes his wife face between his hands.
“What’s wrong baby girl?”
“Hmm, I’m just feeling a bit off. Threw up when I woke up. I think it’s because works a bit stressful right now. Wrestlemania is coming up so i’m trying to work out all the final details with storylines.”
Joe nods in understanding, Wrestlemania is a stressful time for everyone talent and crew alike. Genevieve has a tendency to push herself too hard to create the perfect show.
“Well mama, how about me and Jon take the kids out and you and Trin can have a chill girls day, see if that helps you feel any better.”
“That’s sounds wonderful, thank you.” Ending the conversation with a kiss, Genevieve walks upstairs to go tend to her youngest daughters wild hair. Joe turns back to the stove to finish breakfast.
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Trinity and Genevieve are sat on the lounge chairs in the garden of Joe and Gen’s Tampa home.
“Girl are you okay, Joe said you haven’t been well?” Trinity question the women across from her.
“I’m just not feeling like myself, i feel so like sluggish and just tired. I’ve been throwing up and i’m just so bloated. It’s really not what i needed this week.”
This week was crucial for Viv, she had to make Wrestlemania perfect.
“Genny, when was the last time you were on your period?”
Genevieve’s face instantly pales, she was late.
“Oh shit Trin, i’m late.”
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“Obviously me and Joe are already parents, and it’s the best thing in the entire world. Becoming a mother has made me a better women in many ways, but already having two sets of triplets and having the work schedule like me and Joe have can prove difficult. I’m grateful for my friends and family who help out with babysitting when needed. If i am pregnant i’m just hoping it’s not more triplets!”
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A pregnancy test sits face down in Gen’s bathroom that is currently occupied by Trinity. Having had the trust of revealing the result to an anxious Genevieve.
An alarm rings out through the bedroom indicating the time to wait is over, in one swift movement Trinity flips over the rest.
A light gasp exits her mouth followed by one sentence.
“Mama, congratulations you’re pregnant.”
“Of course i’m happy to be pregnant again, and no matter how many children i have the feeling of overwhelming joy is indescribable. I know Joe will be ecstatic when i tell him the news.”
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It’s been a week since Genevieve found out she would introducing a new life to this world, to their family and she was yet to tell Joe.
A romantic dinner was set up with the intention of being the location of the reveal. Joseph sat across from his beloved wife, a steady conversation drifted between the couple.
“Baby i have something to tell you.” Genevieve muttered to her spouse. No matter how many pregnancies she has had, sharing the news always made her nervous.
“What’s wrong baby girl? are you okay?”
“Joe i’m fine, i’m really happy in fact. Handsome, you’re gonna be a dad to another little baby” She shyly placed the test in the table.
Joseph quickly stood up and rounded the table to take his wife into his arms.
“Baby i swear down if it’s another set of triplets i’m gonna murder you” was the phrase he was met by, slightly muffled by his shirt, he sensed the humour in the statement.
“Baby girl, we’ll have to wait and see.”
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The pregnancy of Genevieve Anoa’i has been going fantastic, she was very familiar with the feeling of morning sickness and her loving husband was very familiar with how to help.
Revealing the news to Paul was a highlight, the short man burst into tears. Paul and the Anoa’i family had a very close bond even before the romance of Geni and Joe so the pride he felt in a new addition was worth the tears.
Many backstage moments were showcased on the show, the twins arguing over who the best uncle would be, Trinity convincing Geni the baby should have a mini ‘feel the glow’ outfit.
Hunter and Stephanie were such inspirational characters in Genevieves life so to find out baby Anoa’i would be named in honour of them caused Steph to become a blubbering mess!
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“Baby Anoa’i will be named after both Stephane and Paul/ Hunter. Since i joined this company they have truly helped me in many ways and trusted my ideas to help further the WWE and i’m truly grateful.”
“You say the baby will be named after both of them? so a first name and a possible middle name?”
“Oh no, both individual names.”
Geni’s light chuckle is what closes out the confessional.
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“Good afternoon guys, my name is Doctor Hemp and i’m just gonna check on little baby if that’s okay?”
The segment starts out with the Anoa’i’s in a hospital room, a check up for the mum and the baby. A cold gel is applied to the pregnant women’s belly and the doctor begins the ultrasound.
“Oh my! would you look at that! you’ve got a healthy set of twins! how exciting!”
Genevieve’s head slowly turn towards her husband who is wearing a sheepish smile, it had been an ongoing conversation between the couple. No More Triplets and whilst twins is two not three Joe knows what she is thinking.
“Joe baby i love you, but twins. You and your family genes for multiples is killing me here.” He voice hold a tone of humour so Joe and more importantly the nurse knows she’s happy with the news.
Joes hand strokes his wife’s hair, his eyes glued to the little screen. Two little babies.
“At least it not more triplets.” That’s all that leaves Joes mouth seeing as he’s quite chocked up, he loves being a father, he gets to be a father to two more little kids.
A gentle laugh echos throughout the hospital room.
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Delia Stephanie Anoa’i and Jasper Paul Anoa’i were born on the 14th of July 2022.
The children are loved endlessly throughout the backstage area by many. The Anoa’i children will continue to be a part of the great Samoan Dynasty with many of Joe and Gen’s children following in their father’s footsteps.
With a family of the size of theirs, even with its high and lows, there will never be a shortage of love.
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Okay i know this is shit but i had writer block for the longest amount of time and had no idea how to finish this. Feel free to use the request to write your own version!
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bookwormlover10 · 17 days
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So au idea Jason doesn't get adopted by Bruce Wayne but he does get adopted by A Batman....a tomorrow knight.....
So my idea is that somehow Terry mcginnis finds himself in the past of Gotham ( yes I'm going by Dcau continuity so it after after batman the animated series but before the new batman adventures is the time I'm thinking of this time misplaced.) So anyway Terry somehow find himself in crime Ally were he stumbled upon a young Jason Todd is trouble ( can't think if he's getting beat up or chase. You decide of the conflict) Terry being the hero that he is, no matter what time he's in, saves the little punk.
" you ok little guy?" Terry asked after the rescue. Young Jason is obviously ( and reasonably) scared out of his mind. Sure he has heard of the batman on the streets, even seen some photos of him in the newspapers. But batman looked like he was a demon from hell. Young Jason mind was quick change when the not batman gaved him his first real meal is week when he notices Jason stomach growled. ( How did Terry get the food might you ask ? Cause he's batman duh.)
With miraculously avoiding the young batman of the time, Terry does find a way back to his time, But a little someone tags along " come back with a souvenir, I see." The elderly Bruce Wayne says. This confused Terry so he says " what souvenir?" Then the elder Batman point his cane to Terrys leg so were young Jason Todd is hanging off of.
( it a good thing to mention that this is a little after return of the joker so old Timmy todd is here.) everyone is obviously freaking out. A literal child from 40 ish in the past is in their present. Tim recognized Jason Todd as they grew up together in crime Ally and the fact both their dad's worked for two face back in the day. Tim remembers Jason disappearing two weeks after Jasons dad got arrested and a year before he became Robin.
This is bad that means that Jason was ment to be here and if they send him back it could cause a time paradox. The question was now was what to do with the little punk. Tim thinks that Jason should go with him given their history. He's pretty sure that his wife wouldn't mind having an other kid around the house. Barbara even volunteers giving that her and Sam never had kids of their own. But Jason has already got attached to Terry and with won't let go of him, no matter how the other have try. He has already has chosen him emotional support batman. So Terry makes a decision....
Later Dana gets a call from Terry to meet up her at some place. When Dana gets there Terry says " I should of told you this a while ago but I'm batman." And before Dana has time to process this Terry then says " and I've recently become an teen father." Then he pulls out Jason from nowhere. " This is Jason my adoption son." ( "Dana meet our adopted son Jason." Terry probably.) Dana then also adopted Jason seeing that the little guy is so cute. It was also weird when Terry went home to explain to his mom and brother that they were now a grandma and uncle. ( Even when the child was around Matt's age.) max was also surprised with she Heard the story
Bruce legally has custody of Jason,until Terry turn 18 in a couple of months. Bruce is now Jason grandpa in this au and with tim and Barbara are his aunt's and uncles. ( I haven't decided if Jason becomes Terry Robin or not. It's your decision really. But hay at least the joker is already dead if he does)
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*bonus*
Tim: I always thought that Terry brother was going be his first robin. Not I owe dick 50 creds.
Barbara: you make a bet with your brother. Wait dick has never met Terry how does he know that he has a brother.
Tim: he's Nightwing duh
Barbara: of course he is ( facepalm)
Bruce:( is dialing someone)
Barbara: and who are you calling ?
Bruce : Wally West cause now I owe him 100 creds cause me and him make a bet if Terry was ever getting a Robin.
Barbara: ugh ( facepalm again.)
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