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cdelphiki · 4 years

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So for that Bruce raising Damian story does the kid know anything about his mother? Or does Bruce never mention it and Damian doesn’t think about it because well he has the best family in the world currently. Does Damian know that he was kidnapped when he was too young to remember? I sort of doubt it but what do I know.

Sorry for sitting on this for a while. I had started writing an actual fic to cover this, but lost steam. I’m keeping the start and outline, so I might eventually finish that, just not right now. Basically this is how it was gonna go:

(Some of the points in the rest of this post are spoilers for future arcs in the story, so just a warning there. We are a long way off from some of these points, like, not in the current or next fic kind of “long way off.”)

I think Damian starts asking a ton of questions when he’s about 4. Every else has a dad and a mom, so he starts to question basically everyone about why he only has a dad (and an Alfred.) He realizes really quicking that asking his dad about it makes his dad sad, though, so he quits with that pretty quickly. Bruce tells him he, of course, had a mom, but she gave him to Bruce to take care of, and that was all Damian gets out of him.

He asks Alfred next, a few days later, and Alfred’s response was pretty much the same. His mom cared about him enough to give him to Dad to take care of.

He even went and asked Dick, next, but Dick dodges his questions very, very badly and always finds something else to be doing whenever Damian tries to get more information about his mom out of him. Dick obviously knows something, but won’t tell Damian.

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So finally he goes to Selina, to ask her, because maybe she knows. (Maybe she was even his mom! She was a girl that his dad loved and moms and dads were supposed to love each other. And Damian loved her, and that was just another reason why she might be. But if she were, everyone probably would have told him. So he was just confused.) Selina ends up telling him about how he did have a mom, and Selina met her once. That gets Damian excited, and she tells him about how his mom loved him, but sometimes moms aren’t the best for children because of their jobs or where they live, and that’s why she gave him to Bruce to take care of and raise. Damian doesn’t completely understand, but Selina takes him to his room and digs out his old bat stuffed animal and asks him if he knew his mom gave that to him, and he says no. She tells him she gave him a bat because his dad was Batman and she knew Batman would be able to keep him nice and safe and let him grow up very happy. Selina asks if he is happy, and when he says yes, she tells him “Well, then. I think your mom made the right choice, don’t you?”

He’s still curious about his mom, and not completely satisfied with the answer, but he does think that he’s happy with his dad and if the other option would be to not be with Dad and Alfred and Dick and Selina, then he doesn’t know how he could be happy then.

Obviously, it’s basically lying to Damian. Selina left out a ton (and made up that whole bit about the bat) but how do you tell a 4-year-old his mother is a psychopath and his dad would sooner die than allow his mother anywhere near him? I think as he grows up, he is always a little curious, but he’s happy with his family.

I’m going to do a Selina-centered fic further up in the series, and then we’ll get to see just how much of an impact on Damian she has had, but it’s a lot more than what little ‘on screen’ time she’s had thus far in my fics. I just keep jumping to points that are very new-kid centered, so she’s been a side character. Damian and his relationships with everyone have been a sideshow to whatever the main is (Jason&Bruce, Tim&Bruce, Cass&Bruce) so far. But there’s a reason why saying “I love you” to Selina just rolled off his tongue in Precedent and Selina didn’t even react to it, even though that’s not even words she and Bruce say to each other yet. She plays the role of mom in Damian’s life, even if she just pretends it’s being a ‘cool aunt’ type thing, the way friends are with their friends’ children.

By the time Damian has the (mis)fortune of learning more about his mother and meeting her face-to-face, he’s quite secure and happy with the family he has. So it’s a little bit of a shock to learn about who she really is, but he is able to very quickly and easily write her off in his mind.

As for whether he knows he was kidnapped, I’m going to lean no on this. I think they’ve kept it from him, because they don’t want him growing up knowing his mom is crazy. He does have some memories from that ordeal, though. I’m not as smart as Damian, and my first memory is from before my 2nd birthday. He was about 20 months, if I remember right, and this was a highly traumatic event. So he remembers being up on the watchtower (it was a very bright room, and when Bruce showed him a picture of the conference room he goes I remember that place!!) and he remembers being surrounded by all the Justice League and being scared because he couldn’t find his dad. He had been with his dad, but then the red guy took him from dad and all of a sudden they were in the bright room. But that’s about all he remembered, and it was fragmented and he couldn’t make sense of it. Bruce just told him that Flash took him up to the watchtower to keep him safe. From what, Bruce never elaborated, but they live (near) Gotham. It’s just how it is, right? Sometimes places just get robbed while they’re there. It would make sense for Dad to hand him off to someone else so he could be Batman.

#hehe whew I went on for a while about that #thanks for asking I love answering this kinds of questions #because it gives me the opportunity to think through it #I'm trying to figure out if Jason knows Talia kidnapped Damian #he knows who Talia is and that she's Damians mom #but i don't know about if the kidnapping was in the file he read #more things to think on #pennyverse #in for a pound

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nothingeverlost · 4 years

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Fic: The Evolution of Thanksgiving (Penny For your Thoughts)

Thanksgiving prompt #1

@halfwayinlight asked for pennyverse, perhaps the greatest dividing line every thanksgiving: can Christmas trees and decor go out before thanksgiving is over? timeline: whenever it fits. but if belle’s not there, I might need a consolation belle thanksgiving with granny looking out for her _____________________________________ 2009

“Mary Margaret wants to know if you have plans for dinner on Thursday.” David caught up with her before she made it to the elevator.

“Thursday is Thanksgiving.” She’d been invited over for dinner twice since she’d joined the team, but not for a holiday.

“Yeah, I know it’s not a thing in Australia but you’ve been here for quite a while. Emma always comes over with Henry. Graham’s coming. And Gabe, of course. What do you say?”

“How can I say no to my first Thanksgiving meal?” She had her dad had never bothered with the American holiday but it was a good chance to be with her coworkers outside of work. And a chance to spend time with Gabe and see him somewhere less formal. “What can I bring?”

“So where do you stand, Belle? Decorations before Thanksgiving are wrong, or can the tree go up before the turkey is carved.” The way Emma shook her head made it clear which side she stood on.

“I love Christmas decorations. I have to confess mine are up already.” Belle took a sip of the very excellent wine she was drinking. Gabe had a whole cellar, apparently, and had bought three bottles for the six of them.

“I feel the same, Belle. But David likes to wait until December. We compromise and wait until tomorrow.” Mary Margaret folded her napkin neatly on the table. “Now who’s ready for pie?”

“Ice cream,” Henry demanded from his booster seat before breaking out into ‘Frosty the snowman,’ and making it clear where he stood in the debate.

“Let me help,” Gabe offered. Belle wondered where he stood on the decoration debate, or if he put up a tree at all.

2010

“Happy Thanksgiving.” Belle pulled up in front of the house the same time as Archie, and hugged him briefly before picking up her basket of rolls and bag of presents.

“Presents!” David opened the door but Henry was the one to run out and greet them. There wasn’t anything quite like a five-year-old throwing himself at you at high speed. Thankfully she was braced for him, and a moment later David was there to offer to carry things so she could pick up the boy.

“Are they giving presents or do we have to wait for Christmas because that’s a really long time?” Henry sighed just like his mother.

“They’re Christmas present that we open today.” The declaration earned her a second hug before he wiggled to be let down.

“Uncle Gabe we get presents,” he shouted excitedly before running into the house to spread the word.

“Isn’t it a little early for presents?” Gabe asked, waiting for them on the porch.

“You’re sounding a little Scrooge-like, Gabe. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” She hugged him, because she could. He would allow that, but not the more intimate touches she craved. He stubbornly insisted that dating him would be a terrible idea.

“If anyone tries to haunt me I’ll take an Ambien and sleep through it.” Archie slipped into the house first. Belle followed, and almost thought she felt Gabe’s hand at the small of her back for a moment.

“It’s just something small.” Henry had pleaded his case and Emma had reluctantly allowed him to open his gift before dinner, which meant that Belle passed them all out. None of the boxes were bigger than a few inches except Henry’s, which was really two packages.

“Minions!” Henry figured out how to shed the wrapping paper quickly and held a minion ornament in one hand and a book in the other. Belle hadn’t known how interested he’d be in an ornament.

“What do you say, Henry?” Emma prompted.

“Thank you Miss Belle.” A moment later Henry was on the floor, reading his Despicable Me book to his new friend.

“There’s a theme.” She’d found ornaments for everyone. For Emma a mug of hot cocoa (laced with cinnamon whiskey, of course.) For Archie a tiny computer displaying a Christmas tree and wrapped up in lights. For Mary Margaret a little house; when you turned it around you could see a table set for dinner. She was proud that she’d found a little fencer for David. For Graham a tiny snowglobe with a wolf and a couple of trees inside. And for Gabe a stack of books. She’d used a gold pen to write ‘Feed the Madness’ on one of the books; it was the title of the book he’d published last year. She’d gone to one of his book signings and had waited until the end to bring her book up, teasing him into signing it for her, and then teasing him into dinner after.

“I hope you have a place to hang it, Gabe.” She stopped short of offering him a spot on her own tree.

“It will do nicely on the mantle.”

“What time does Marley show up?” she teased.

2011

“You look sleepy, love. Too much decorating last night?” Gabe pulled onto the street where David lived.

“It wasn’t the decorating that kept me up late, Gabriel.” She felt a little warm just thinking about it.

“Was it my fault you looked so irresistible wearing nothing but a Santa hat?” He sighed when she used his full name, which always abused her. When she really wanted to tease she called him an angel.

“I was wearing a lot more before you started unwrapping me.” They’d spent the whole day decorating not only a tree but the whole house. She suspected it was the most decorating his house had seen.

“My favorite present to unwrap.” There was still a space directly in front of the house. Belle grabbed the cranberry sauce and left the rolls for Gabe.

“Play your cards right and you might get to unwrap your gift again tonight,” she promised.

After dinner Belle found Mary Margaret in the kitchen and picked up a towel to help with the drying. Henry was sleeping on the couch between David and Emma, the only ones that cared about the football game. Gabe and Graham were cleaning up the backyard. Apparently it was the first and only time they were going to have a roasting pit outdoors for their dinner. The neighbors had been far less impressed by Graham’s skills than his coworkers were.

“I don’t think I’ve had a chance to say how happy I am for you and Gabe.” Mary Margaret passed her a plate. “I’ve never heard him laugh as much as he did today. There’s always been something so lonely about him and that’s gone now.”

“He makes me happy too. I’ve never loved anyone like this.” She wondered if this was what it would be like to have a big sister. Mary Margaret didn’t bother drying her hands before giving her a tight hug.

2012

“Gabe…”

“No.” The rest of the team was gone already but Gabe had enough files on his desk that he could push the workday a few more hours. If he was tired enough he might sleep through the next day.

“Tomorrow…”

“The only turkey I’m interested in tomorrow is 101 proof.” He turned back to his files, blocking any argument David might make.

2013

“You’re coming for dinner on Thursday. Granny says that the only excuse she’ll accept is if you’re going home to see your dad.” Ruby showed up at the bar in the late afternoon, three days before Thanksgiving. “Are you going home?”

“No, but I’m Australian, we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving.” She hadn’t the year before. She’d actually taken a two week trip up to Canada to avoid the day’s meaning completely, and had tried all day not to think of her friends gathered together. She’d failed miserably, and called Archie that evening. He’d let it slip that Gabe hadn’t shown up at the Nolan’s but that everyone else was there.

“So it’s just a huge meal with awesome food and a couple of good friends.” Ruby touched one of the walls of the room; they’d painted them together not long ago. Ruby had voted red but she’d gone with blue.

“It’s sweet of you both but…”

“It’s just the three of us, after the diner is shut down. There won’t be huge crowds or strangers.” For the first six months she’d moved to town Belle and Ruby had been neighbors at the B&B. It was harder to hide things from her. “We’d really like you there.”

“Okay.” Maybe it was time to start some new traditions.

2014

He stood on the front porch, a bag of store-bought rolls in his hand, for at least five minutes. He was the last to arrive and could hear all the sounds from inside the house, the chaos that followed a three and nine year old and handful of adults. Last year he’d scheduled a book tour that not-so-accidentally had him out of town on Thanksgiving. This would be his first Thanksgiving in three years.

He wasn’t sure he could do it.

“They’ll be glad you’re here.” Graham, as he did so often, seemed to materialize from out of nowhere. He leaned against the porch railing.

“I’m afraid I’m not very good at being thankful.” Work he could manage. He was getting better about not spending all of his time there, but a great deal of the time not spent at work was spent writing. He managed the occasional dinner at David’s, the occasional drinks with the team, but the most social he got were nights when they were in another city with only the team for company.

“Henry asked if you’d be here. He and Emma have a bet, and if nothing else you’ll make sure he gets an ice cream sundae if you go in.” Graham hoisted himself up over the porch rail rather than walking over to the steps. “She’s safe. She’s alive. That’s something, right?”

“Yeah.” When Graham went inside he followed.

2015

“Turkey lasagna is my favorite Thanksgiving tradition.” Belle opened the door to Ruby and Granny, inviting them in. She’d insisted that after two years it was her turn to host. Will had shown up an hour ago and was diligently tearing up the lettuce for their salad. The table was set for four.

“There’s enough for the freezer. It’s easy to microwave. You’re still missing too many meals.” Granny set the lasagna down so she had a free finger to wave in Belle’s direction. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”

“Thank you for caring.” She kissed Ruby’s granny on the cheek, knowing she only fussed over the people she loved, which meant she fussed about Ruby and Belle often.

“How come no one worries about me missing meals?” Will asked, half a roll in one hand and voice muffled by the bite he was currently chewing. Belle rolled her eyes and reached for a bottle of wine.

She paused to look at the picture hanging near her dining room table of her team; Gabe’s arm around her, Emma’s feet not on the floor as she balanced herself between Graham and David. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

2017

“Are you sure about this? If you’re uncomfortable at any point we can leave.” He’d already reminded Bay a couple of times but he wanted to make sure the lad wasn’t overwhelmed. The boy had been with him half a year and this was the first holiday.

“Graham said he’d be here.” Other than himself Graham was the one that Bay had bonded with the most, thanks to the camping trips they took.

“He usually is, and if he said it to you he’ll be here.” He’d missed last year, and hadn’t said anything about why but Gabe had his suspicions. “And Henry as well.”

“I want to go.” Bay was dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt that was starting to get short at the wrists. It please Gabe to see that already in six months there were signs of him growing. He was smaller than Henry despite being a year or so older, but good food and a safe place were doing their part to help him catch up.

“Okay. Grab the rolls on the counter and let’s go.” Belle had baked rolls every year. Somehow the tradition had remained that he was in charge of them, though they were baked at a bakery now.

“Do you think they’re plotting something?” Emma joined him at the kitchen window. Graham was in the backyard with Henry and Bay, all three of them looking up to the sky.

“I believe I’ve heard the term ‘snow camping’ bandied about.” Graham was so patient with the boys.

“Better them than me. That sounds horrible.” Emma shook her head. “I’m thankful that I’m off that invite list.”

“I agree.” He would need to get Bay a warmer jacket and some new boots. He was also going to have to figure out how to make his foster situation something more permanent.

2018

“You didn’t have to come down here, it’s just a cold,” her father protested from his bed.

“Pneumonia is not the same as a cold.” She’d spent a few hours in his shop, getting the last minute arrangements ready. They closed the doors at noon, giving Belle enough time to stop by a deli to pick up a quart of chicken noodle soup and a turkey sandwich.

“That doctor was thirteen years old and probably still in school.” Moe French’s argument was not made any stronger by the racking coughs that shook his whole bed. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“You’re my dad, I’m allowed to worry.” She’d brought one of the folding tv trays into his room so she had someplace for her plate and drink. “The shop’s looking good.”

“There’s always a place here for you, you know that right.” Moe held the warm mug of soup to his chest. “Maine’s too far away for my liking.”

“I have my bar and my friends.” Will was watching the bar while she was gone. He was probably better at it than she was; at least he wasn’t tempted to profile the customers.

“So you’re not planning to return to the Bureau?” She was spared from answering when her dad started coughing again. Returning to the FBI or to DC weren’t questions she’d answered for herself yet.

2019

“Can I get you a glass of wine?” Mary Margaret greeted her at the front door before she even had a chance to knock. “I just so happened to be looking out the window when you drove up.”

“Thanks, I’d love a glass.” She had a basket of rolls with her and a tray of deviled eggs, and was glad to trade both for a wineglass. It was only the third time she’d been in the Nolan’s house since she’d returned and the first holiday. It felt strange and yet almost too familiar. “Where is everyone?”

“Emma and Ariel are in the living room. The kids are upstairs.” She gestured towards the ceiling above their head, where a sudden shouting could be heard.

“David and Graham?” They were usually trying to sneak something out of the kitchen.

“Like I said, the kids are upstairs. We broke down and got Neal an XBox this year and now they’re all up there.” Mary Margaret sighed. “Books were so much quieter.”

“Gabe?” She’d roll over in shock if she heard that he was playing or even watching video games. Black and white movies were more his speed.

“Someone who shall remain nameless but whose name rhymes with avid forgot to pick up potatoes. Gabe volunteered to run to the store.”

“You could say that, or you could say he dropped off a teenage boy and ran.” Emma came into the kitchen with two empty wine glasses. “Belle, thank god. I was going to have to go get you if you didn’t come and Gold’s vintage crap seems more potent than normal wine.”

“I wouldn’t have missed this.” She’d missed too many Thanksgivings. She’d decided to stay, and that didn’t mean just the job. “Looks like I have some catching up to do.”

She had to agree with Emma that there seemed to be something in the wine. Two glasses in and she was feeling pretty damn good. The nerves that had plagued her before showing up were gone. Three glasses in and she felt the need for fresh air. She was sitting on the porch when Gabe returned with the potatoes.

“Mary Margaret’s knight in shining armor.” She grinned up at him. She missed looking at him. Missed touching him too. She reached up a hand to him and let him help her up. It was a good thing for her questionable balance that she’d already abandoned her shoes inside, but it meant she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Happy Thanksgiving Gabe.”

2020

“It’s not my fault Neal really loves Christmas.” The tree was already up when they arrived for Thanksgiving. The moment they were in the door Bay raced up the stairs, seeking out Henry. It probably wouldn’t be long before Neal followed, but for now he was sitting at the base of the tree, looking at the ornaments. Belle smiled to see the little fencer and the house she’d gifted so many years ago.

“Our tree is up as well.” Gabe tried to sound like he was grumbling but Belle could tell that he was really just reveling in saying ‘our.’ She’d given up her apartment at the end of the summer and moved in with him and Bay.

“Can I get anyone a glass of wine?” David offered. When Gabe nodded Belle shook her head.

“My stomach is a little upset, I think I’ll make some tea.”

Later she found herself at the tree, looking at the ornaments collected over years of married life. She felt Gabe behind her, and leaned back to rest against him.

“Feeling better, love?” he whispered in her ear.

“Feeling perfect.” There was one more thing they had to be thankful for this year, but she planned on telling Gabe in private. For now she rested her hand on her stomach and looked at the ‘baby’s first Christmas’ ornament hanging on the tree. “Happy Thanksgiving sweetheart.”

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queenimmadolla · 7 months

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Maybe could you write a dad Eddie x reader fic where penny wants to have a baby of her own so she can be a mom like reader

You were cuddled up to Eddie’s side on the couch, your toddler playing with her toys on the floor and your newborn curled in your arms, his face nuzzled against your bare breast as he nursed.

The TV was on, but you and Eddie had long forgone your horror and dark fantasy movies for child friendly films and shows like Sesame Street, which was currently displayed on the screen. It was far from your favorite thing to watch, for either of you, your daughter was entranced with reruns of the show, and had a special love for Kermit and Elmo.

“I’m telling you, there is no way they’re just roommates.” Eddie remarked with a scoff, during the Bert and Ernie segment.

“They so are! I mean, the romantic tension is obviously present but neither has acted on it yet. Ernie’s too oblivious to do anything about it, probably thinks it’s only one-sided, and if Ernie’s not showing his interest, Bert’s not gonna make a move.” You countered, sinking further into Eddie’s side. His arm was around your shoulders, hand stroking along your forearm before latching onto his son’s tiny sock covered toes and giving them a gentle wiggle to which baby Wayne curled his feet further into his body, depriving his father of access to his toes. It didn’t distract the little glutton from the task at hand, your baby just mouthed a little at your nipple, head moving around until it was in place before latching once more.

Eddie chuckled at that, watching with affection as his baby continued to stare up at you with wide eyes while he nursed, before his gaze moved back to the characters in question.

“Sweetheart, they are clearly in a domestic partnership, they’ve just grown very comfortable around each other. We don’t need to see their affection to know they’re in a relationship.”

“They sleep in separate beds, Eds.”

“Okay, you got me there.”

Penny chose then to get up from the floor, rushing over with the baby doll you’d gotten for her when you’d told her you were pregnant. She leaned against Eddie’s leg, resting her head on his thigh and letting him stroke over her curls before she pushed herself up and held the doll out to you.

“Is that your baby doll?” You asked, assuming she was trying to show it off and she nodded, continuing to extend it and you realized she was trying to give it to you.

“Hew you go, mama.”

You made sure your actual baby was secure against you, glancing down to meet his unwavering stare as he ate, satisfied grunts sounding from him every so often, before you took the doll into your free hand, “Oh, you want me to hold…her?”

You didn’t know what gender it was supposed to be, you’d heard Penny change it constantly.

“Uh huh!” She nodded, grabbing onto Eddie’s knee and using it to sway back and forth. Sounded simple enough, you could play along, “She’s hungwy.”

“You want to hand me her bottle then?” You could see the toy baby bottle, it had come included with, on the floor where Penny had previously been playing.

“No, you has to feed the babies.” Penny released her dad’s knee to poke at her chest with both index fingers. “Fom wight hew.”

You could hear and feel Eddie choke beside you, trying to muffle his laughter as you realized your toddler wanted you to breastfeed her doll.

“Oh. Um.” You tried to think of a way to get out of it, casting Eddie a glare when you caught sight of his wide smirk from your peripheral vision. “Brother is eating right now.”

“Udda one.” She pointed at your freed up, covered boob rather than the one your son’s wispy curl covered head was blocking for her.

Damn it, Penny was beginning to become too self aware.

Reluctantly, and very awkwardly, you held the baby doll’s plastic head against your other breast as Eddie literally started shaking against you. He might as well have just laughed outright with all the wheezing he was doing. Even Penny was casting him a few side-eyes.

You turned your head towards him, eyes narrowing as Eddie continued to try to muffle his amusement behind a fist, face turning red with his effort but not even his fist was large enough to conceal the grin at your expense.

Penny, however, looked like the cat who got the cream, happy you were once again complying with her demands.

You thought you’d be able to put the doll down once she went back to the toys, no luck, she’d apparently come over with the intention of watching you ‘feed’ her baby. So for like seven entire awkward minutes, you held the doll to your boob, its plastic face pressed against it, while she stared at you and Eddie suffocated on his amusement. The reason he didn’t just openly laugh at you was because he knew Penny would get mad at him. He could tell this wasn’t a game to her and if he laughed at something she didn’t intend to be funny, he’d have an angry toddler on his hands.

Then you’d be the one laughing.

Mercifully, Penny eventually grew bored of watching you and reached up for the doll, which you were all too happy to give back. “You want to burp her?”

The answer to that was no. Penny adjusted the baby doll in her hands until its face was smashed to her chest. It was half her size, but her motive was clear as she beamed up at you.

She was imitating you.

“Look! I A MAMA, LIKE MAMA!”

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queenimmadolla · 2 months

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I was thinking how cute and funny it would be while Penny is a newborn, and they’re all at home resting. Penny is laying on eddie’s chest and crawls up thinking he has milk and he’s just like???

Newborn Penny will attempt to latch onto anything that may trick her into thinking it’s Reader’s boob.

When she’s cradled in another woman’s arms, tucked in the crook of Robin’s and she feels Robin’s boob against her head, she’s craning her neck back and searching for a nipple. It goes that way with any chest Penny is near when she’s hungry. It doesn’t even necessarily have to be one that has mounds (so big boobs), she’s gone for Nancy’s before and Eddie does skin to skin. Loves being shirtless and having his babygirl on his chest in her diaper, rubbing her back to soothe her so they can bond, but if she happens to feel the peak of his nipple, she’s going for it.

It’s just a newborn’s instinct! She instinctively knows where she’s supposed to get milk from so she tries with everyone when she’s hungry and it’s not Reader holding her. Reader is the only one who provides for her, in that manner, of course. And it goes on until she grows out of the newborn phase. Penny kind of knows, as a baby, that it’s Reader who breastfeeds her—associates it with Reader—but she still does occasionally try with Eddie. She gets mad and a little confused when she realizes she gets nothing from him and when he pulls away from her, so Penny just uses them to yank and twist on after she comes to the conclusion that they’re useless to her.

Eddie ends up wearing shirts after that, just to make sure his kid stops giving him purple nurples.

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queenimmadolla · 20 days

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLBPt4B4/

Penny, but with a camcorder 😭 now there’s just an old home video of Penny telling Wayne that mommy’s dead, and his little face is stunned, while you hear Eddie in the background in a panic going, “P-Penny?! Sweetheart, no! Mommy’s not de-”

Then, the video just goes black.

Wayne’s mortified little face being the last image the camcorder catches paired with Eddie panicking in the background 💀

And I know Penny is so deadass serious with the delivery of that prank line, goes from approaching her little brother while recording him like 😀📹 to, “Guess what Waynie? Mommy is dead and she’s never coming back 😐📹” and after Eddie steps in, “Daddy, how come you ruined my joke—i didn’t even get to see him cry 😒”

And after you hear about her little innocent yet morbid prank, “Quit telling everyone I’m dead!”

“That’s mommy’s ghost, Waynie.”

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queenimmadolla · 29 days

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Do you think some of Eddie peers are jealous that he’s got wife and 3 kids at home, sure Eddie feel into the rock and roll lifestyle but he didn’t let partying, groupies or drugs consume him, he’s got a loving wife and adorable kids waiting for him and they see that all of eddies love and devotion is for his family and music. Eddies just like “I do my job, rock out and go home”

Say he got invited to a big after party where he’ll party with Ozzy or Metallica but he declines because he just found out his kids are having their own Wrestler Mania back at the hotel room and he can’t miss that again

Or Eddie takes you to the party and y’all are getting approach and people like your relationship vibe and yall are getting hit on that you get both get a invitation to go to a “different party” in a hotel room and it goes over your head like “oh actually we aren’t staying long we gotta get back before the new Simpsons episode start”

Or when the band gets interviewed we see the kids in the background and the world gets to see Eddie being the best dad and loving husband. Every 80/90’s musician in the rock/metal scene are single, loves to party, and is reckless so Eddie was a change they weren’t expecting.

Sooo….You’re not gonna be very happy with me. Let’s go through this together and hopefully you wont hate me too much because it does get better.

Yes, Eddie’s peers do experience a little jealousy at the family he has, the constant love surrounding him—but he does succumb to the partying, drugs….and almost a groupie (THIS WILL BE TOUCHED ON MORE IN THE FIC IM PERFECTING, DONT THROW THE TOMATOES). He does his job, rocks out, and sometimes he craves reaping the rewards (drugs and parting and soaking it all in—not the groupies, that’s a related situation but not a part of what he craves) of his success. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, he gets caught up in it. And it eats at him because he also knows his wife and his beautiful kids are also a once in a lifetime opportunity. That’s what kicks his ass back into gear.

It’s a life that you enjoy sometimes, love being on his arm, at his side, watching him glow underneath all those flashing lights. That confident smirk on his face, he belongs. It’s completely his element, what you knew he was always meant to do. And for the most part, you love being his wife, the wife of a Rockstar. How he’s always ravenous for you, the way he handles you when he’s fresh off the stage—be stadium stage or a some big fancy hall stage for an award ceremony—the parties he takes you to, the material things, not having to work your ass off to survive anymore, not having to work at all. You hate how women literally throw themselves at him, constantly expose themselves to him (the amount of flashing is INSANE, you see more titties than you ever did in the girls’ locker room back in high l when you’re tucked under his arm) but he only ever has eyes for you (shhh, we’re not talking about the groupie rn, that will be explained and you will understand).

And sometimes, being the wife of a Rockstar is hard. The tabloids are relentless, he tours the world and you stay with the kids, he’s doing coke with his pals and their gals while you’re washing the dishes halfway across the world. He’s partying after tour nights, you’re reading bedtime stories. You’re the wife of a Rockstar alright, and while he doesn’t have a mistress, sometimes the world acts as one. Sometimes the world gets him more than you do and he forgets that. Sometimes you don’t want to be the wife of a rockstar. You just want to be Eddie’s wife.

He gets there though, he gets to the points you’re talking about. Maybe not all of them, but he doesn’t become that messy playboy the world wants him to be. Still looks like a bad boy, but interviewers always note in articles they write, about the toys lingering around the house. Empty spaces on the walls, tables and shelves that had no doubt held picture frames prior to the journalists’ arrival, he was intent on keeping every precious moment and memory with his family private and away from the vicious prying eyes of the public. It’s interesting for you to read, because the first thought of an outsider’s mind is maybe something along the lines of Eddie not being sentimental or ashamed of the family, when it’s the entire opposite.

He starts ditching parties early to go back home and party with his favorite people before their bedtime (and then party with you all night long), starts having you and the kids closer during his shows again (you used to come to a few when Corroded Coffin made it bring, would bring the kids, until the shows got even bigger somehow, rowdier and fans get invasive). its difficult, especially with having to wrangle Maple—but Eddie doesn’t mind it when she runs onto the stage. if he’s feeling particularly nice, he’ll share her with the crowd for a song—but not much longer than that. He’s stingy with his family, protective, doesn’t need people thinking they can throw their unwanted opinions about his own damn kids out there—he’s assaulted people over it. And that’s not to say he hasn’t flaunted all of you, either. Fame is such a bittersweet accomplishment, he wants to show you all off to the world and sometimes he does, but the world is not kind, so he’s gotta keep you close and away from the cameras. He struggles with the back and forth a lot.

Again, the media is not kind to him, even while watching him be a father. But a couple of years from then, when his kids are older, the media/internet/etc. will pull up the photos/videos of him from the past with his kids, being so tender and playful with them. Loving. And he’ll be properly appreciated by them then. The two of you will have risen to be one of Hollywood’s golden couples, by then too. Heavily romanticized—and they’re not wrong.

It gets messy, gets cleaned up, gets messy, gets cleaned up, stays relatively clean. That’s the late 90s and Y2K, baby 😎

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queenimmadolla · 1 month

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Just read the little blurb about Penny vomiting on Eddie when she was a baby, and it just makes total sense for Eddie to become a victim of his children's projectile bodily fluids, lmao.

Where there was Penny's vomit, there was Wayne's pee.

There was a serious moment where Eddie was scared to change Wayne's diaper, after the kid started randomly unleashing his pee the second the diaper came off. As Wayne has on his usual baby blank face, just comfortably flailing his legs about, he's watching his dad totally freak out about being covered in pee!

This has, unfortunately, happened to me, so this is coming from some experience :’)

(p.s. i love everything you always add on to them so much)

Changing Wayne’s diapers is anxiety inducing, sometimes.

All the time.

Eddie’s got the baby on the changing mat, his onesie undone and scrunched under Wayne’s lower half as his son’s legs kick in the air, little fists bunched up, brown eyes boring into his dad’s. The diaper is undone, fastening strips pulled apart and now the front of the diaper is just covering his son up, acting as a shield.

The two Munson boys just stare at each other.

Eddie’s face, like Wayne’s, gives off no emotion, blank as he gives his baby ample time to add a last minute addition to his soiled diaper because—for some godforsaken reason─the minute Eddie pulls the top of the diaper down, Wayne shoots off like a hose and Eddie is left scrambling to cover his son’s doodle and stop the pee stream attack. It had been bad enough when Penny would do it as a baby—she didn’t have a penis, though. Her pee stream was relatively controllable, whereas Wayne’s would hit the ceiling, the walls, and any shirt Eddie was wearing. And, on occasion, his face.

Eddie had heard the sound of a small stream of pee against the inside of the diaper moments prior, had seen the unsecured diaper rise for just a few seconds with the force of it. But his baby is a trickster, a little mischievous, just like his dad. And he’s got one helluva poker face.

Eddie wonders if it’s a pavlovian effect; if he’s actually and accidentally conditioned his kid to start pissing the second his lower half is freed from the confines of his diaper. Wayne’s gotten you a few times, too, but you’re speedy (and well prepared now, you immediately place a wet wipe over your baby’s little bits to soak up last minute additions that might come out as you switch out the soiled diaper for a clean one).

After five more minutes of their stare down, he braves a check─

—and immediately has to shove the top of the diaper back in place when a stream shoots out to hit the back of the couch, near Eddie’s head.

HAH! His little fire hydrant missed.

This time.

Eddie grins as he realizes he can easily swap the diaper out now, he’s got a small enough window of time.

The grin slowly falls when he glances around him, at all the diaper changing supplies, wet wipes, spare diaper or two, some ointment to prevent any chaffing or rashes in between his son’s rolls….but no baby powder. His gaze slowly slinks across the room, spying the white bottle on the small kitchen table, before falling back to rest on his son.

Little legs still kicking, eyes still boring into him, but this time his plump little lips stretch into a puckered ‘O’, and Eddie can already hear his son in his head, Ooooooh, you left it all the way over there, daddy. Go get it...I won’t peepee on you when you get back….

Safe to say, Eddie ends up having to change his shirt again after he snags the baby powder and finally changes his son’s diaper.

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queenimmadolla · 2 months

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hey vivi!! big fan of you🩷 since you’re doing drabbles, do you think you can write about penny going on her first date ? i can only imagine what eddie would be like lol. love you ❤️

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“I’m sorry???” Eddie croaked out over the phone, and your teeth dug into your lip to fight a smile off.

“It’s innocent, Eds. They’re just seeing a movie together,” You mused and briefly placed the phone against your chest to listen for any cries throughout the house. Quiet. The baby was still asleep, thank god. You’d already raised two kids out of their baby phase of life, but this one was giving you and your husband a run for your money. Colic and Eddie’s genetics (dramatics) made for one hell of a Velcro Baby. Maple always had to be attached to one of her parents, or she was crying bloody murder and since Eddie was away for the next two days, it was you she needed to be on. You’d managed to sneak her successfully into her crib when she fell asleep—usually her big brown eyes flew open the second you bent over to lower her in since you were only ever allowed to be standing when holding Maple, per her demands—just before Eddie called (and you’d dove to stop that phone from ringing). He wasn’t impressed with your plans for the rest of the day, “I’ll be in the row behind her, with a baby hidden under my shirt and attached to my nipple, and Wayne if he doesn’t want to hang out with big Wayne. Don’t be dramatic.”

Eddie scoffed so you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady.” Your back straightened from your lean on the counter, eyes scanning the living room for the camera he had to have hidden as he kept talking, “What are you gonna do when this punk puts the moves on my baby girl, huh?”

“They’re ten years-old, Eddie. They’re gonna be sweating in their seats, I hardly doubt they’ll even hold hands.”

Eddie still didn’t like that. Really, there was no reason for Penny and whatever this kid’s name was to even be going to the movies. He’s sure the punk had a TV at home, and Penny had access to one, so they could just watch something separately in different homes, as in not together, and talk about it at school. Or not talk about it all. Not talk to each other at all. Yeah, Eddie liked that.

“Tell her she can’t go.” He demanded, shooting a glare at the PA staring at him, eagerly waiting for him to get off the phone so he could usher him to his next interview. The hostility in his gaze was enough to make that very PA poof, disappeared into thin air.

“I’m not telling her that.”

“Fine, I’ll do it. Put her on the phone.” You didn’t bother hiding your smile anymore, grinning at his antics. He was such a dad and you loved it. Especially because you knew—what with him currently in New York—Penny would be at the movies with her little crush (and you, possibly your son, and your baby) whether Eddie liked it or not.

You called for Penny down the hallway and you could hear her galloping down after your voice.

“What?” She squawked out once she came to a halt at your side and like every other time she voiced that word in her flat tone with a hint of annoyance sprinkled in, you were reminded of the times your mother would reprimand you for being just as irritating.

You lulled your wrist forward, tipping the phone to her as you raised a challenging brow, “Your dad wants to talk to you.”

She quickly took the phone, holding it against the side of her head, hand pushing her hair out of her face before scratching her chin “Hi, daddy.”

“Hi, sweet pea.” You could hear him croon and you shook your head in amusement. He was so fake. “What’cha up to today?”

”Nothing. OOH, Uncle Lucas patched my bike for me!” She recalled, thinking back to when the Uncle in question had followed through on his promise to repair her flat bicycle wheel before catching his flight back to Chicago in time for his practice. Penny would be watching his basketball game on TV tonight, after the movie. She cheered as loud as she could for him, but sometimes she cheered for his other teammate, Michael Jordan, too. All the time. She cheered for Michael all the time.

“Of course he did, just had to steal my thunder. Mom says you’re gonna watch his game tonight.”

“Yeah, here at home since you can’t take us. . .”

“I said I’m sorry! I’ll take you to the Finals.”

“If they win.” Penny mumbled and they both went silent before bursting out laughing. The Bulls wouldn’t be losing tonight.

“Is that all you’re doing?” He asked, voice honey and sugar once he’d stopped laughing.

“Pretty sure.”

“Pretty sure? As in, not entirely positive?” Eddie’s voice broke as it went high and he cleared his throat, “Nothing you’re intentionally leaving out?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What about your LITTLE DATE?! Penny, you’re too young, baby. What have we been talking about for years now, huh? Thought we agreed you’d wait until a couple of years into a marriage before you could start dating. You pinky swore. Wouldn’t you rather me go? You know how Maple is—do you want a baby crying in the background when you recall your first date for the rest of your life? And really, your mom is gonna be chaperoning, don't you wanna wait until I get back? What if this kid is one of those punks that tease you about your mom being hot? Wouldn’t you much rather have your cool, rockstar dad, instead of your hot mom, sitting menacingly—I mean—hold on don’t hang up, I meant ‘measuredly’—”

Penny’s eyes flashed over to you in a ‘can you believe this?’ manner as you heard your husband blabber on like some grown up in Peanut’ s Special and she rolled her eyes. Eddie must have mumbled something else because you saw her stand up straight and glance around the house with a pout before she mumbled back into the receiver, “I didn’t roll my eyes. . .”

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queenimmadolla · 2 months

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I imagine eddie would have a little family time kid friendly valentines with the reader on one day and an adults only, ship the kids off somewhere valentines another day

What gifts or things do you think would happen on that day

Id imagine reader would wake up eddie by dressing the kids up as cherubs and attacking him with rubber sucker arrows to shoot at him

🦊

Family friendly Valentine’s Day is in the morning, After Hours (bow chicka bow wow) Valentine’s Day is from the evening and all through the night 😏 while the kids are sleeping over with grandpa Wayne and Maude.

I like the way you think and that’s very cute, reader buying the kids pairs of wings to wear and those annoying ass toy Cupid bow and arrows and then releases them into the bedroom to assault Eddie. It makes for a really good home movie and pictures for the family album.

Eddie OF COURSE was prepared and had to hide all of the gifts he got in the van because not a single person in the house, including reader, can be trusted not to go snooping. Eddie gets the girls and Wayne (his little Ferdinand 🥺) flowers, called into a floral shop weeks in advance to place the order and while reader absolutely loves her roses, seeing penny and wayne’s reaction to getting them is like the best thing in the world. They get all shy and happy about having received something so special, and their bouqets are significantly smaller than reader’s but it doesn’t matter; Wayne’s got his nose in his daisies, sniffing away for the rest of the day, and Penny lets reader help make hers into a flower crown, so she can wear it the entire day. They also gorge themselves on chocolate and candy, which reader isn’t happy about but Eddie couldn’t not buy some for them! Besides, the inevitable sugar high will be big Wayne’s problem.

Penny and Wayne will have made homemade Valentine’s cards that say something along the lines of “congraz” (Wayne, still says ‘happy birthday’ for most holiday greetings and gets confused with them all so it’s a congratulations from him this time). And Penny’s are just amusing (‘Happy Valentine’s Day, daddy! I gots no monies so this is what you get, i love you ps get me flowers and member i dont like white choclet’ and ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, mommy! You are my valentine now, not daddys but you can kiss daddy on the lips, but i saw hims eat some onions one time and they are stinky good luck”)

BUT, Eddie has plans for him and Reader, so the kids are pawned off to Wayne and Maude, reader is whisked away to a romantic dinner and then brought home for some very much needed alone time. They share a couple of joints on the porch, he gives her a foot massage because her feet ache a little from the heels she wore to dinner, they talk about their life; where they are in it, what they thought they’d be doing by then and how happy they are regardless, then they move things into the bedroom. Put those cuffs, Eddie now has to hide, to good use. Spend the rest of the night fucking like rabbits well into early morning, nearly depleting the box of condoms in the night stand. In between rounds, Eddie and reader finish off the leftovers from their dinner in bed when the munchies kick in, sharing a bottle of water, lounging around naked, talking about everything under the sun—weed induced peculiar thoughts, of course—and enjoying each other’s company. It’s reminiscent of the early days of their relationship, before the jobs, before the kids, before any of the responsibilities, when they were just teenagers.

Come morning light, you’ll have to go get your kids and slip back into the roles of mom and dad, which the two of you are more than happy to do, but it’s also nice to play a little pretend for the night.

Happy belated Valentine’s Day! 🩷

(P.s. part of the Pennyverse for any new readers ♡)

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queenimmadolla · 9 months

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srry if this has been asked before !

how did eddie & reader tell penny they were expecting? and how did she react ?

glad you asked because now i get to post this early!

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(dad!eddie munson x mom!pregnant!reader)

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Summary: . . . You and Eddie tell your toddler she's going to be a big sister.

warnings: penny being penny, it's fluff.

It wasn’t ideal. Not necessarily something you were vehemently against, since you were obviously going through with it, but not worth sobbing over.

Eddie had knocked you up. Again.

Penny wasn’t even three years old yet, and you’d ended up with yet another bun in the oven—as you’d discovered two weeks ago.

Luckily, you weren’t as far along as you had been when you found out you were pregnant with Penny, so you’d have more time to plan and come to terms with it. And your hormones weren’t out of whack yet.

Last week had technically been the end of your first trimester, so you were pretty much in the clear to start telling people—though most of your friend group already knew because despite feeling a little overwhelmed, Eddie took great pride in his ability to strike twice.

You were sure he had some sort of breeding kink, and it definitely didn’t help that you let him raw dog you every single time. As soon as you popped this one out, that would be coming to an end. Until then, he was keen on having his fill—or rather keen on filling you.

The only person in your life who didn’t know you were expecting was your toddler. If the conversation didn’t involve a word she wasn’t supposed to say, Penny wasn’t paying attention.

You and Eddie had tried to come up with ways to tell her, but you’d both been fumbling with ideas. Mostly because you had no idea how she’d react.

Penny only interacted with a few kids her age at the park, mostly older children and sometimes she’d see a baby, point at it and say ‘baby’, but that was about it. She’d do the same when she saw the gerber baby commercials and she thought the babies on her cartoons were cute, but that was the most she’d interacted with one.

Penny was also aware of the existence of siblings, saw them depicted in her cartoons but never approached you and Eddie in regards to why she didn’t have one or wanting one (which you had been grateful about). But she was only two. Which meant she probably didn’t care.

Or that she didn’t want one.

That’s what you and Eddie were afraid of.

You’d been thinking about her lack of interactions with babies all day at work when the idea struck you.

It was such an obvious one, too, you knew Eddie would be annoyed that he didn’t think of it sooner.

After work, you swung by the store, secured the bag (and a gift bag) and dipped.

Once you were parked in front of the trailer, you shoved the darling little thing into the gift bag and found yourself surprisingly giddy about the entire idea. You had a really good feeling about this.

Eddie had already picked Penny up from Maude and Wayne, and you found him lifting her up and rocketing her around the room, making swoosh sound effects while she laughed her cute little diaper-covered butt off.

It was music to your ears.

“Look! Mommy’s home!” Eddie lowered her, turning her so she was facing your direction.

Her big brown eyes lit up, smile widening as she reached for you.

“Mama!”

“Hi, baby!” You greeted her as Eddie repositioned her over his hip. She leaned forward, lips comically pursed and ready for a kiss. Penny saw you and Eddie kiss each other goodbye and witnessed your welcome kisses, so she also demanded kisses, which you were happy to give her. At one point, she didn’t want you giving Eddie any kisses because she thought they were all hers so you were happy she was willing to share.

You gave her an innocent little smooch, and pressed big smacking ones to both her cheeks.

“And hello to you, too.” You reached a hand up to hook on the back of Eddie’s neck as you leaned up and he leaned down, lips meeting in a kiss you knew he wanted to deepen—and would have, had it not been for the toddler in his arms.

“Hi, honey.” He gave you a goofy grin, before jutting his chin down towards the shiny pink bag in your hand, “What’cha got there?”

“Put her on the couch, I’ll show you.”

“Is it for me or is it for her?” Eddie tapped at his chest before gently pinching and wiggling Penny’s nose as you both moved over to the couch. “‘Cause, I’m hoping it’s for me. No offense, kid.”

Her pudgy little hands flew up to swipe at her dad’s before he set her down on the cushions. Penny was still all smiles, but since Eddie had brought the gift to her attention, she couldn’t focus on anything else, stare honed in on the pink bag.

You squatted to be eye level with her and reached your hand out to tickle Penny’s tummy. She giggled, tongue between her teeth as she moved her hands to try to shield her tummy from you.

“I’ve brought you a gift.” You held the bag up by the strings, the bottom of it supported by your other palm.

“Wazzit?”

“It’s a crystal, nothing more—I’m kidding. Open it, baby.”

You placed it in her grabby hands, the bag was half her size so she had to dump it on its side and practically climb inside to pull out the clear, plastic box. Her little gasp was a dramatic one.

“‘S uh baby, mommy! Uh baby!”

Penny marveled at the baby doll in her hands, mouth and eyes wide open.

“Show daddy!”

Penny turned the clear box around—dropping it in her lap once—to showcase the plastic baby inside.

Eddie’s gasp was purposely more dramatic than Penny’s had been, “Is that a baby?!”

“Yah!”

Eddie chuckled, holding a hand out, “You want me to open it for you?”

“Yes.”

Eddie struggled with the packaging for a good five minutes, muttering unintelligible words under his breath before he finally got the doll out and released it from its bindings.

Penny clutched it to her chest in a deathly tight hug and your heart warmed to see her so happy. Penny had yet to be introduced to dolls, all she ever played with was blocks and stuffed animals—you and Eddie avoided taking her to the toy aisle, you because you were afraid she’d want something she was too small for and Eddie because he feared she’d want something with too many choking hazard pieces.

“I haz uh baby!” She proclaimed, eyes squeezing shut with the force of her smile.

“You know, Penny…I have a baby, too.” You confessed, reaching a hand out to stroke over her curls.

“I yuh baby!” She giggled

You and Eddie both chuckled, and he squatted down to join you. He’d finally caught on to what you were up to, and you were right, he was a little miffed he hadn’t thought of this earlier, considering Penny often had him feed her stuffed animals a bottle.

“You are our baby,” Eddie agreed, “but mama has another baby.”

“Daddy, Penny yuh baby! Penny mommy’s baby.” She tried again, probably wondering why her mommy and daddy didn’t understand that she was the baby.

“Penny is—you are a baby,” you always had to catch yourself. Penny had a habit of usually referring to herself in third person because she heard you and Eddie talk about her and thought she had to refer to herself in the same way, “I’m just gonna have another baby and you.”

Penny’s grip on the baby doll loosened, head tilting with confusion written all over her cute little face. “Huh?”

“You remember the babies in the strollers at the park?” You asked, palm scooping up one of her little hands. She curled it around your thumb.

“Yes.”

“Mommy and daddy are having one of those.” Eddie finished for you, flashing you a smile with eyes that glittered and oozed his happiness. There was something magical about Eddie. He had the power to make any weariness, any of your lingering nerves just disappear. Melt away. Just with a look.

“You’re gonna be a big sister,” You added, returning your focus to your little girl.

Penny’s gaze darted to the side and you and Eddie held your breath.

Her gaze darted to the other side as she continued to think and Eddie reached for your hand, squeezing. His palm was sweaty.

Finally, she spoke.

“Uhhhhhhhh, wike pieble?” Her head cocked to the side again, unwinding one arm from around her baby doll to scratch at her head and muss up her curls.

She meant Fievel. A little mouse from one of her favorite movies.

“Well, he was the little brother, so you’re more like—what’s her name?”

You turned your head to ask Eddie who readily supplied you with the answer since it was the tape that constantly occupied the VCR. He could quote that movie by now.

“Tanya.”

“Tanya. You’re like Tanya.”

“Aww!!!” Penny went bashful, shoulders lifting up nearly to her ears. “Okie dokie!”

You sighed in relief but Eddie was still practically frozen.

“…That’s it?”

“Huh?”

“You’re just—you’re okay with it? Just like that? No screaming, no crying, no throwing your toys at daddy? You’re just—you’re okay?”

“Yes.”

Eddie blinked, lips pursed before he shrugged and stood up and you rose with him. “Well, okay then! We’re having another baby.”

Penny squealed, shoving her baby doll aside—oh, how fleeting was her favor—to clap her hands, practically bouncing on the cushion.

“Weh my baby?”

“Right there.” Eddie pointed at the baby doll before he pulled you into his arms, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. You were having his baby, again, and his baby girl was fine with it. He’d been expecting one of her tantrums that ended with her spread out on the floor, bashing her fists and kicking her feet against it while she screamed till she was blue in the face but the reality was so much better.

“No, daddy. Not dat.” And to emphasize she wasn’t talking about the doll, Penny lifted her leg, making sure the baby doll was under her foot before she kicked it off the couch. “I wan’ my baby.”

“Jesus, Penny. What have I said about throwing your toys?” He frowned, chin resting on the top of your head while you stayed quiet and nestled against his chest. You weren’t docile or anything, you just wanted him to be the bad guy this time.

Penny ignored him, once more voicing her question with a great amount of exasperation and her hands flailing, “Weh my baby!?”

“Still in my tummy, Penny.” You informed her, hand moving to rest over your lower abdomen. There still wasn’t much change there, but you knew life was growing just beneath your palm.

Eddie wished so damn badly that he had the camera to capture the look on Penny’s face at your statement, her mouth dropped open, eyes wider than he’d ever seen them with a mixture of outrage, horror and disbelief.

“YOU ATED UH BABY?!”

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queenimmadolla · 10 months

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hey i have a req for the penny verse!! if u want can u possibly do penny gets her period and like starts freaking out and only eddie’s home so he’s like “uh- i’ll go get some pads” if u want to ofc!!! i love ur writing <33

five months later and i was finally able to get to this one. sorry about the wait and i hope i did it just! this was also definitely influenced by me finally having seen Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret.

rockstar!eddie manip by the talented @themunsonator5000!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫

(dad!rockstar!eddie munson x mom!reader) *but like you're not even in this*

summary: Your daughter gets her first period while you’re away and only Eddie is home. Somehow, she ends up comforting him.

warnings: lots of sentiment, brief (and i mean brief) mention of an oc side character death, angst, fluff, some hurt and whole lot of comforting. and of course mentions of periods.

𝗮/𝗻: 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲'𝘀 𝗮 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁, 𝗴𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂! more dad!eddie here.

Eddie let out a sigh as he collapsed back onto the couch, body nearly sinking into it.

The house was finally quiet. He wasn’t sure if he liked that or not. Felt foreign to him, especially in the new house.

He glanced around the living room, brown eyes lingering on a few empty boxes that had yet to be broken down from the move.

It was a big change, moving from Hawkins to California and he was well aware there wasn’t a single member of his family that was feeling completely positive about the experience. He could tell you were trying to be, for his sake and for the kids, but leaving behind all your friends was difficult. Even Eddie was struggling, despite Jeff, Gareth and Anthony being close by.

Corroded Coffin had picked up quite a bit of traction and a loyal fanbase that was stemming into a borderline crazed one. The demand for more performances and appearances was high. Eddie never thought they’d ever reach this level, had dreamed of it once but after he found out you were pregnant with Penny, he didn’t care for the dream anymore. He preferred his reality, his family.

Then the kids got older and you always encouraged him to keep playing so they did, and it happened. It wasn’t instant, overnight, or even close in years but they’d finally reached the point where the members were rarely in Hawkins. It had been the source of a lot of tension in your relationship, the hardest thing the two of you had ever gone though. You hated that he wasn’t around much and so did Eddie, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Contracts had been signed and the ink had already dried.

The fighting had been exhausting, at one point it felt as though the two of you lost each other and that had been terrifying.

And his kids—his babies. He was missing out on his babies growing up and it broke his fucking heart. Wayne appeared indifferent, but Eddie knew he cared and Penny was like you, always trying to seem okay and put together but she was hiding stuff from him—no scary secrets or rebellion, she was hiding her feelings.

When you found out you were pregnant again, in the midst of all the fighting and distance, it had been the final straw for Eddie. He wasn’t about to let his family slip between his fingers.

The moment a show ended, and he didn’t have another the following day, he was rushing off stage to shower, throwing some inconspicuous clothes on to keep the invasive cameras from recognizing him, before he was on the next flight to Indiana. It didn’t matter if he only got to be there sporadically, he was there every. single. chance. he got.

And when Maple was born during one of their concerts, Gareth was subbing in for lead vocals while he was holding your hand in the delivery room.

It took time, love and a lot of nurturing but things got better. Then, you’d brought up moving to California. Most of Corroded Coffin’s appearances were based in the area which meant you and the kids would be closer to him, able to see him nearly every day if he wasn’t doing press or touring.

You were extending the olive branch.

In truth, he hadn’t wanted to agree immediately, knew he’d be leaving Wayne behind (the old man said he wasn’t meant for city life, that he’d stay and have a place for his grandkids to visit and he couldn’t leave behind the women he loved, both of them now resting in the same cemetery), as well as your shared friends and the friends Penny and Wayne had made. It was a lot to leave.

In the end, you were willing to leave everything if it meant you’d never have to leave Eddie, never have to break your family. So, the boxes had been packed and labeled, goodbyes had been exchanged (Penny had cried when little Winnie, Megan and Margot Harrington, hadn’t wanted to let her go and Wayne had exchanged a heartfelt hug with his namesake, who was his favorite person to be around) and all your friends and family had been left waving goodbye to you from the rearview mirror.

Yeah. Everyone was adjusting.

Which led to today. Wayne had a field trip to the zoo, which he didn’t want to go on because of how new he was and his lack of friends. You’d been planning on taking the baby and going with him (the only way he’d agree to go) until Penny came down with something last night, complaining about not feeling good which meant you’d have to stay home with her.

If Eddie’s family was making sacrifices for him, then he was more than willing to make a sacrifice on behalf of Ari, his publicist, and canceled an interview he hadn’t even wanted to do in the first place. The guys were also happy to stay home, so it was a win. You took Wayne on his field trip, because Eddie couldn’t go anywhere without some dick with a camera following him around, and Eddie stayed home with Penny and Maple.

Only, Penny locked herself away in her room and either Eddie was really out of practice or Maple just had a difficult time bonding with him because she would not stop wailing and shrieking. She had more teeth breaching her gums, and Eddie had tried everything he could to sooth her, everything he’d used with Penny and Wayne; frozen teething toys, massaged over the area of her gums, baby orajel, cuddles, she just fought him every time.

The only reason she’d gone down was because of how hard she’d been crying, little body shaking and trembling as she shrieked as loud as her little lungs would allow her to, tears streaming down her face and continuously pooling in her eyes. She’d worn herself out.

Big moment of defeat for him, he’d felt guilty ever since he put her in her crib, wiping the wet trails from her face. Even in sleep, she didn’t look at peace.

He could play to sold out arenas, had played a five hour concert in Madison Square fucking Garden, but he couldn’t sooth his baby, couldn’t take his son to the zoo and his oldest barely talked to him.

The life of a Rockstar.

With a heavy sigh, Eddie reached to his side for the remote to the television. When his palm met the fabric of the cushions, he let out a more aggressive sigh, rising so he could take the couch apart in his search for that damn remote even though he knew it would somehow pop up in the most conspicuous place, though he’d last left it on that fucking cushion.

He’d just lifted one large cushion when he heard a high pitched shriek.

“MOM!”

Penny.

Eddie dropped the cushion as he ran upstairs towards her room. When he burst through the door, head whipping around, he still couldn’t find her. Then he noticed the light coming from under her bathroom door and rushed forward.

“Penny?!” He called out, aggressively twisting the knob but it didn’t budge. He got desperate and shouldered the door, ready to break it down in an instant if she didn’t answer, “Penny, are you okay?!”

“I need mom!” She called through the door.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He kept trying the knob, eager to just yank it off and get to his little girl.

Had she slipped and fallen? Thrown up? Should he call an ambulance–no, fuck that, they’d be too slow, he’d grab Penny and the baby and take her himself.

“NO! I’m fine, I just–I need mom.” Penny sounded closer, and Eddie felt a little relieved to know she wasn’t injured. But why didn’t she want him?

“I can help, sweet pea! Your tummy upset? I can make some soup! Or-or I can go get you what you need!”

“The only thing I need is mom.” She was right on the other side of the door now.

Eddie sighed, forehead dropping against his side of the bathroom door in defeat. Of course she didn’t want to talk to him. “Well, mom isn’t here right now. So. I guess you're stuck with me.”

Alright, maybe Eddie had been expecting her to take pity on him but she didn’t.

The door remained closed and she stayed silent so with a heavy heart, Eddie settled against the wall opposite of the door. He’d be there for her when she decided to come out.

It took about ten minutes before he heard the door unlock and it opened slowly, just her head poking out in his exact direction, as if she’d known he’d still be there. Her big brown eyes were vulnerable, eyebrows slightly furrowed–she was nervous.

“I’m bleeding.” She said it so softly, it had Eddie scrambling up and towards her. She backed into the bathroom to allow him in, but when he looked her over, he didn’t see any injuries. She was just fidgeting, playing with her fingers. It was when she glanced up at him and then nervously to the toilet bowl that it clicked for him.

Penny had her first period.

“Oh, shit.”

“Dad!”

“Sorry, sorry! I just–wow, uh, first…”

“Period, dad. I got my period!” She rolled her eyes and Eddie just nodded, head moving like a bobble head.

“I know! I know! Trust me, I know what a period is. I’m just–you caught me off guard, I mean your mom said–.” And then Eddie recalled exactly what you said, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

Eddie ran from her bathroom, towards the master bedroom. Sure enough, a peak under one of your shared bathroom cabinets produced a box of pads, unopened.

“Yes.” He hissed, snatching it from its place before he ran back to her room. Penny hadn’t moved from her spot, eyes widening as he offered her the box and wiped the hair out of his face.

“Here. Your mom got you these, she said–she uh, had a feeling you’d, you know, start soon.”

Penny took the box from his hands, glancing down at them in wonder.

Eddie watched her, heart clenching for some reason he couldn’t quite explain.

“Pretty big moment, huh?” He broke the silence with a soft chuckle, clearing his rapidly tightening throat.

It turned out to be the right thing to say, she angled her head up to beam at him.

“I can’t believe I got it, everyone else has it but I didn’t think I would!”

Penny was excited about it, you’d explained to him that she would be when she first got her period, because Eddie knew how much you hated yours (unless you thought you were pregnant–then it was suddenly your best friend who you missed dearly). It would be a big moment for her, a right of passage in girlhood or something. Or at least one that tampon and pad companies established.

“So it is a big moment,” Eddie reiterated, blinking hard.

“Yeah, I–dad, are you crying?”

Eddie kept blinking, shaking his head as his vision blurred and he sniffled, “No. Why would I be crying? I’m not crying, my little girl has a period. That’s it. Nothing to cry over.”

“Dad…” She started before she placed the box on the tile and hugged his waist.

That’s when Eddie actually started crying, bending over to wrap his arms around her shoulders. He held her like that for a few moments, pressing a few kisses to the top of her head.

It seemed like she was trying to comfort him because she didn’t pull away, just let him hold her until eventually he realized she’d need to actually use one of those pads.

“You know how to work those, right?” He asked, standing straight though his hands remained on her shoulders as her arms went back to her sides.

“I know how to use them, dad, some of the girls at school showed me theirs.” She laughed out, “I still can’t believe I got it!”

“Is that why you didn’t go to school?” He asked and she got quiet, shifting her weight and toeing the grout before she looked up at him, eyes clouded with guilt.

“Shanti’s having a sleepover tonight and if I went to school, they’d know I’m not sick.” She admitted and Eddie frowned.

“I was actually talking about cramps, but she didn't invite you?”

Penny went back to avoiding his gaze and walked over to the bathroom wall, resting her back against it so she could slide to the floor and pull her knees to her chest. Eddie immediately joined her, one knee up and the other leg spread out. She was finally talking to him, he didn’t want it to end.

“She invited me, but they’re just gonna talk about their periods and boys and stuff. And I didn’t have my period so I didn’t want to go.”

“Oh, I see,” Eddie didn’t want to talk about the subject of boys and stuff, he’d put that off for years if he could. “You could go now, you’ve got your period.”

“I don’t know,” she put her chin on the top of her knees, and Eddie stared at her, still so amazed at how much she looked like you. “I don’t know if they really like me. I’m trying really hard, but it doesn’t feel easy, doesn’t feel natural.”

“I know how you feel,” he muttered and when she glared at him from the corner of his eyes for daring to try to relate to a girl in the sixth grade, he started rambling, “Sometimes, you know, you feel like you’ve got to try hard to get people to talk to you and sometimes you feel like they’re not happy with you so you try harder, and then you can’t tell if they like you or if they like how hard you’re trying or how desperate you are to be with them and wanting them to spend time with you or if you’re just annoying them. And they feel bad for you.”

Eddie stared at the large mirror across from the pair, at his reflection and soaked in the truth of it all. He could relate to Penny a little too much.

His head lulled to the side, catching her eyes as she watched him.

“But she invited you, baby. If you ask me, I think they want to be your friends. Maybe it doesn’t feel natural because you’re scared to stop trying so hard.”

She considered his statement, pursing her lips.

“Maybe you’re right. Can I even go? You’re not mad at me for lying?”

Eddie huffed out a breathy laugh, hand reaching over to stroke over her curls, “About this? No. I’m just glad you told me. You can go if you want, okay?”

She nodded, and Eddie withdrew his hands as she stretched her legs out, figuring the conversation was over. He felt a little better about their relationship–she hadn’t iced him out after all.

Penny moved onto her knees, ready to push herself up and Eddie was about to do the same thing when she got his attention.

“Uhm, daddy?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I think the people you’re talking about moved from Hawkins over here because they want to be with you, too. All the time. You don’t have to try so hard, ‘cause we love you a lot. Maple’s just a big cry baby.”

There was no way Eddie could deny the water at his lower lash line or the two large tears that trailed down his cheeks. “C’mere.”

Penny wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Eddie hugged her to him tightly, eyes squeezing shut as the two ton weight that had been pressing on his heart was lifted by a little girl barely half his size.

“I love you, daddy.” She whispered, squeezing him back. Ediie could feel something wet pressing against his neck and he realized she was crying, too. The last time he’d seen her cry was when they said goodbye to everyone in Hawkins. Eddie inhaled a shaky breath as he responded, a hand moving to cradle the back of her head.

“I love you, too, baby. I love you all so much.”

They held each other until she pulled away, wiping at her face.

“I have to put on a pad, daddy.”

“Oh, right. Yeah. I’ll give you some privacy.” Eddie pushed himself up, stretching his arms up and relishing in the sensation.

“Can we watch The Wild Thornberrys after?”

“Of course, baby.” That was the children’s show Flea always bragged about being on. Dude had so many movie roles, it was insane.

Eddie was about to leave the bathroom, doorknob in his hand to close it behind him when she stopped him again, “And daddy, if you want to spend time with me, you can always take me to the Spice Girls concert.”

Eddie smirked, amused with the innocent act she was playing, eyelashes batting and making her eyes appear even wider.

“I’ll think about it.”

While Penny finished up, Eddie checked in on Maple–who was awake and waiting for him, pacifier in her mouth and little arms outstretched the moment he came into view. His little mini-me (out of all of his kids, she looked the most like Eddie) cuddled up to him as soon as he picked her up, cheek resting on his shoulder.

Then he went in search of the house phone so he could call Ari and get tickets for the next Spiceworld show.

(Penny ended up finding the remote for the TV on the arm of the loveseat where Eddie had not left it.)

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