#fluff piece

"What the hell are you doing here?" Eddie gasped after finding you at the door to his trailer, very much underdressed for the incoming storm in your denim jacket and soaked through converse. Your nose and cheeks were rosy from the chill, and you looked about five minutes out from sniffling.

"Don't look too happy to see me Munson." You shot him a lopsided grin holding your wallet out in front of his face "To buy, obviously."

Of course he was happy to see you. There was nothing Eddie loved more than to see your smiling face. But, there was a thick blanket of snow over Hawkins and an advisory for a blizzard that looked like it had already started.

"It's freezing out!" He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside with a worried look "Did you walk here?"

"Sure did." You nodded, sighing in relief at the warmth inside the thin walls of the Munson trailer that enveloped you as soon as you crossed the threshold "Nice and toasty in here, though"

"Not for long." Eddie let go of your wrist to rub his hands up and down your arms, hoping the friction would help warm you up. "The power goes out every time there's a storm like this, Sweetheart. You should have stayed home where it's warm."

"Aren't you gonna freeze then?" You frowned with a soft pout.

God, he had to fight not to reach out and run his thumb over your bottom lip. You were too damn cute for your own good and it was hard enough to resist kissing you when you weren't pouting.

"That what you're here to do?" Eddie smirked down at you with a fond look "Keep me warm."

Images of you and Eddie wrapped around one another under a mountain of blankets flashed through your mind, warming your cheeks.

You'd give anything to be held like that, especially by Eddie, who you'd yearned for from the second you saw him for the first time.

You only smoked half the weed you bought.

Most of the times you dropped by his trailer, you were looking for an excuse to see those big doe eyes more than you were to buy. The two of you had always flirted, but sometimes, you didn't know if it was just a game, or something more. Eddie was playful by nature and you wouldn't be surprised if he spoke to everyone the way he did with you. The last thing you wanted was to mistake his bubbly personality for something more.

But Christ, sometimes, he looked at you like you were something precious. The same way he was in that moment, just inside his trailer and away from the chill, hands still working to get you warm.

It took you far too long to remember that he'd asked you a question.

"Maybe." You kept your voice as level as you could and offered a coy smile "Can't have you freezing to death, can we?"

"Do you want something warm to wear?" Eddie blurted out before he even finished thinking it. He was overwhelmed by the urge to see you in his clothes. To take care of you and hold you and-

Before you could nod, the lights and the soft whirring sounds of the appliances in the kitchen cut off abruptly, plunging the room into darkness.

You couldn't help but flinch.

Eddie pulled you a little closer instinctively, listening to the wind outside and your sharp intake of breath.

"I told you so."

You swatted his chest and huffed out a laugh before leaning into him, already feeling the chill creeping into the trailer.

"Lets get you warm and dry." His tone was softer, gentle and caring, as he guided you towards the back of the trailer with his palm on the small of your back. "Then we'll hunker down for the night."

"The night?"

"You think I'm letting you walk home in that?" Eddie scoffed incredulously "Fat chance, Sweetheart. C'mon."

With the cover of the dark, you did little to hide your beaming smile.

Eddie left you in the doorway of his bedroom and rifled through his drawers for a moment before handing you a pair of flannel pyjama pants and a Corroded Coffin T-shirt that you were quick to change into in the bathroom across the hall.

You could hear him muttering and cursing to himself through the door and struggled not to laugh at the clear sounds of him scrambling to tidy up his bedroom.

When you stepped back into his, now a little bit cleaner, room, you had to pause just inside and stare.

You were used to seeing Eddie decked out in leather and denim. Chains and rings. But, now, he was perched on the edge of his bed, bouncing his leg in a pair of gray sweatpants and a Metallica T-shirt that looked well loved. He looked so soft in the dim light seeping in through the window.

He looked somewhere between nervous and excited. Well, He did, before catching sight of you in the doorway.

The second he laid eyes on you, his fidgeting stopped. Hell, it felt like his whole world stopped. Eddie had spent so many nights in that very bed, dreaming about having you at his side, swimming in his clothes as he held you through the night. And, there you were, looking like a goddamn dream, waiting for him to do something with pink cheeks.

"Eddie?" You tilted your head to the side slightly, squinting to see the dazed look on his face. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah!" He answered far too loudly before righting himself and smiling flirtatiously. "Sorry, Sweetheart. You're just way too pretty. Stunned me for a second there."

"Don't look too bad yourself." You crept forward until you were standing right in front of him, powering through your nerves to give it back as good as he threw. "Don't think I've ever seen you in anything but jeans."

"Seems you've gone soft, Munson." You gave one of his chocolate curls a gentle tug, smirking.

"Maybe I have." His voice was no louder than a whisper as he did the same to a loose strand of your hair "Think I've always been soft for you."

The two of you were closer to one another than you'd ever allowed yourselves, and you couldn't help the hitch in your breath.

God, he was beautiful. His parted lips and sparkling eyes were like magnets, drawing you in.

"You know," You breathed "You really are pretty, Eds."

"Careful Sweetheart" Your noses brushed up against one another "Keep talking like that and I might start to think you're sweet on me or something."

"Would that be so bad?" You hummed, eyes fluttering shut "It's hard not to be."

"Wait." Eddie jerked back and your eyes snapped open. "Seriously?"

Fuck.

You steeled yourself for the rejection that might be coming and felt the sting of the distance between you, even if it was only a couple of feet and short lived as his hands cupped your cheeks.

Fuck it. You'd already dug yourself a hole. May as well put it all out on the table.

"Do you really think I'm here for the weed, Eddie?" A crease formed in between his brows "I haven't mentioned it since I came in, have I?"

Eddie shook his head, looking a little stunned.

"I don't even smoke all of it. Don't think I've ever actually run out. I just like coming to see you." You admitted.

"You don't need an excuse to see me!" he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Your eyes widened slightly and he paused, sighing softly.

"Do you know how many times I've wanted to kiss you?" Eddie breathed, still gripping your face with warm hands "Or fuck, even to hold your hand?"

"Then why don't you?"

"Fuck. Can I?"

Instead of answering, you surged forward and captured his lips in yours for a short, but sweet kiss.

Before you could get too far, he was pulling you back in and wrapping his arms around you to get you closer to him.

Not even he could say no to them, which is how he managed to end up at Smallville's Fall Festival at the end of the week, one hand holding a tea latte that Jon had handed him and the other being used to drag him to yet another random booth.

“Ooh, look at that!”  The excited super pointed to the stuffed animal filled booth, on display in the middle were replicas of their superhero identities, surprisingly well done.

Damian huffed, knowing he would be subjected to buying whatever caught Jon’s eye. And so what if he kinda wanted one too? They were cute, and he was supporting a local business.

The lady smiled at them kindly as Jon fawned over everything as he had the past fifteen booths they’d visited. Pretending not to notice how his gaze lingered on the ones of them, he sipped his drink, pleasantly surprised to find that it was actually very good.

The tell-tale tug on his sleeve came and before Jon even opened his mouth, he tsked and cut him off.

“If you want it, it’s yours. But I want one too.” 

“That wasn't even what I was gonna ask but thank you, Dami!” His eyes went as wide as saucers as he cradled his plush and dragged him off to yet another booth.

After having successfully filled up at least ten more small bags filled with various random things including scarves, candles, and more toys, Jon marched them over to the food, stopping by wherever Kon had lured Tim over to dump their bags on them.

They winded up on a bench under a tree that dropped leaves every few minutes, swaying with the wind. Jon held a warm funnel cake in his hands, Damian reaching over to tear a piece off for himself every now and then. They were close together, bundled in coats and scarves and gloves.

“This was fun, wasn't it?” Jon spoke, breaking the cozy science they had settled into, save for the slurping of hot chocolate and the rustle of a bag of kettle corn the two had between them.

“More than i expected.” The other boy admitted, only slightly regretting it when he turned to receive a smug grin thrown his way.

Somehow, he couldn't muster up the energy to be properly angry, feeling a flush of warmth at the way Jon beamed at him.

“Told you so.”

“Yes, okay, gloat all you want.” Domain grumbled, jostled to the side as Jon elbowed him and laughed, slinging an arm around him and pulling the shorter boy to his chest.

“Jonathan!” He let out an undignified squawk as he kept his hot chocolate in the air to keep it from spilling.

“Shush, let me have a moment of glory.”

It was…odd, in a sense, the comfortable warmth that radiated from them both as they curled into one another on the bench, watching the carnival go by.

“Hey, Dames?”

“Mm?”

“Wanna go on the Ferris Wheel?”

“Sure.”

It took a moment, but eventually Damian pulled away from Jon and Jon stretched out, gathering the wrappers and tying the large forgotten bag of kettle corn.

They dropped their trash in a garbage can and left the popcorn with their older brothers, along with a strict warning not to eat it.

In a move that seemed as natural as breathing, Jon took Damian's hand, and not letting go, gave their tickets to the person taking them and led him to a cart.

It was quiet, the wind brushing through their hair as the taller boy put an arm around the shorter one. Damian let himself lean on his shoulder as Jon murmured softly, pointing out all the things they could see from the tippy top.

Eventually they were lulled to silence by the soft turning of the large wheel, Jon’s chin laying on Damian's head, their hands still entwined. 

Something was growing between them, something beautiful and new and different. They could talk about it later, though, perfectly content with the way things were at that moment.

After all, it was fall. And fall was a time for change, for love, and for anything else it might bring. 

They didn't have to worry about anything but the two of them, assured that in that moment, no matter what happened, they would always have each other.

Dmaian and Jon.

The Super Sons.