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atimeofyourlife · 9 months

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Steve being the one who is actually a fountain of queer knowledge because he has a gay uncle in San Francisco or New York, one of the cities that had the biggest queer communities.

Robin not having much information because she's a closeted teenage lesbian who can't drive, so she has nowhere to source that information without raising the suspicions of her parents.

Eddie doesn't have the chance because he can't afford to spend weekends in Indianapolis or Chicago, because weekends mean parties, and parties are one of the best times to deal. He might go occasionally, but just hitting up a bar to find a dude to hook up with, not getting into queer theory because he doesn't really care to. He doesn't bother to learn about hanky code or anything else, because he's not interested. All he's interested in is getting a little action.

But Steve? He spent a lot of time with his uncle, Hank, while growing up. Anytime his family was in the area, they would stay with Hank. Sure, Steve's parents would try to explain his partner, Joe, as a friend or a roommate, but Steve always knew. He could see how in love they were, even more than his parents.

It became normal for him. He heard the words that other people would throw around, how they would talk about how dangerous, how disgusting two men together was. But he couldn't understand why people thought so badly about it. Because Hank and Joe were so happy together and they weren't hurting anyone.

When he was twelve, they were the first people he told when he had the conflicting feelings of having a crush on a pretty girl named Annika in the grade above, but also really wanting to kiss Tommy every time the other boy laughed at one of his jokes. Joe and Hank just listened to him, then taught him about bisexuality. That it was perfectly normal to like both. They gave him gentle warnings, that he would have to be careful because people were cruel.

And because his parents had left him with them for a couple of weeks, they took advantage of it to introduce Steve to other people. They took him to a tiny queer bookshop that was run by a friend of theirs, giving him a space to learn in safety. Because of them, he met people of so many different orientations lesbians, bisexuals, gay men. Self-proclaimed dykes and faggots. Transexuals, men who were once women and women who were once men¹ and people that pushed the boundaries of gender entirely. He felt in awe of all these people, but also loved and accepted by everyone he met.

A few years later, the summer of '82, age 15 and between freshman and sophomore year, he was sat down for a more serious conversation. The day after he arrived, Hank and Joe sat him down for a serious talk about safe sex, in way more detail than what he got from his parents, which was just a pack of condoms appearing in his bathroom on his fifteenth birthday, with a note saying to use them so he wouldn't get a girl pregnant. The talk emphasized the need for a barrier during any type of sex, and brought up the very real risk of GRID, which had yet to be renamed AIDS², to point out why he had to be incredibly careful with everyone he had sex with. But they also made a point to reassure him that they were both okay, that he didn't have to worry about them. They made sure that he knew that they were always there for him, just a phone call away if he ever had any concerns or questions.

A year later, at 16, they decided he was ready for more information. They provided him with pamphlets and zines, covering everything from rights movements to AIDS to secret codes. He took an interest in the hanky code, but felt a little intimidated about what some of the colors meant. They also provided him with a fake id that declared that he was twenty one and that his name was Mark. While he was staying with them, he joined them out in the community. Meeting the people affected by AIDS, learning about the real effects of it and not just the few scare stories that were breaking through on the news. Hearing more stories of lived life, getting a better understanding of the people around him.

Just a few months later, November '83. When everything went to shit. Steve was terrified when he saw the photos Jonathan had taken from outside his house and developed in the school dark room. He couldn't help getting stuck on the what if? What if it wasn't Nancy he had in his room? What if it had been that night when he and Tommy got a little too drunk and kissed each other? What if he'd finally got the nerve to bring a guy home? His life could have been destroyed in seconds by an asshole being a creep.

He became more on guard, scared that at any point someone could be taking photos in his backyard. Then seeing Jonathan with Nancy in her room, it pushed him further. With the fight the next day, he just wanted to make his words hurt. He dug deep and threw out accusations that he'd never wanted to say. Allowing his anger and fear to take over. The moment the word queer left his mouth, he felt an uneasy sense of regret. Accusing someone else of being what he was, as if it was a bad thing.

After it was all over, the details were shared, the cover stories were given, the paperwork declaring that nothing had happened had been signed, Steve felt lost and alone. Even after apologizing, he still felt dirty for calling Jonathan queer. After a few days, he breaks and calls Hank and Joe, and tells them, well not everything, but what he can. The photos, the camera, the fight. What he said to Jonathan. They understood his anger and his fear. They disagreed with his choice of words, but told him that if he'd apologized and meant it, and it had been accepted, there was no point in him continuing to beat himself up about it. That he couldn't change the past, but he had to try and be better in the future.

The following summer, 1984, he joined them with a new hatred and fear of the government. He felt safer with them, not feeling like he was looking over his shoulder all the time. But he was also so worried, what if the Upside Down came back when he wasn't there to help. He threw himself into helping others, knowing there were so many ways that the government was willing to screw over citizens. Wanting to do the little he could when he could. It brought him some peace of mind, being able to do something.

After Starcourt, after getting discharged from the hospital, Steve confides in Robin. He tells her about Hank and Joe. About how much he'd learnt from them. He tells her that he's bisexual, a word she was unfamiliar with, but she embraces him anyway. He spins a story of all the different people he'd met, people that proved it could be okay for people like them.

It formed an even deeper bond between them, a shared understanding that they couldn't find in anyone else their age. They share secrets about crushes, about realizations. Judging how attractive customers are together once they got the jobs at Family Video. Steve showed Robin the zines, helping her pick up more pieces of information, about how many others there were out there.

Steve clocked Vickie pretty quickly, almost certain she was bisexual like he was. Robin struggled to believe him, not wanting to get her hopes up, or to risk getting hurt.

When Eddie crashed into their lives during the spring break from hell, Steve found himself falling hard and fast. He'd noticed the black bandana Eddie wore tucked into his back left pocket, and wanted it. He had never considered being into s&m, but would be willing to take anything Eddie gave him.

He tried to bring it up subtly to Eddie, only to be met with confusion. Even trying less subtle ways of questioning it, Eddie still didn't seem to get it. Steve had to ask if he was flagging, and Eddie responded by asking what flagging was. Steve felt mortified, and stuttered about it being a code, and he thought Eddie was gay. Eddie assured him that he was gay, but still had no clue what Steve was talking about with flagging.

Steve showed Eddie the zines as well, going through all the different colors of the hanky code. Eddie got a little embarrassed when he realized what he'd been signalling, but some of the interactions he'd had with guys the few times he'd been to a gay bar made a lot more sense.

It took a few more days after that for Eddie to realize what Steve had been getting at by bringing up him flagging. There was another awkward, and slightly embarrassing conversation to confirm that yes, they were into each other, and no, neither of them were actually into s&m.

(And of course, Hank and Joe got a kick out of the story when they were the first ones Steve told, other than Robin.)

¹I wrote it this way, as it would have been a way that twelve year old could understand different gender identities in 1979. Different language and terminology was used. I believe that it is up to individual trans people for how they describe and consider themselves pre and post coming out and transition, as it is a very personal thing. I'm non-binary and I consider anything about myself under the age of 17 to be a girl, because that's how I identified at that time. ²(AIDS was known by a bunch of different names, some less kind than others, including GRID [Gay-related immune deficiency] and 4H disease [Heroin users, homosexuals, hemophiliacs and Haitians], until the summer of 1982. The name AIDS was proposed on July 27th 1982, and came into use by the CDC in September of that year. The term HIV came into use in 1986.)

This was supposed to be a quick little headcanon, and it ended up taking me nearly a month to write 1.5k words. And I now want to write so many parts about Steve with his relationship to Hank and Joe. They're the gay uncles everyone deserves.

#steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steddie #pre steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #atimeofyourwrites

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heroesriseandfall · 6 months

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Jason Todd & Chronic Pain

I scrounged for the panels I know from Rebirth about Jason still having lingering pain and injuries from when the Joker killed him. We know Jason had substantial injuries and brain damage when he was resurrected, and Talia healed that with the Lazarus pit. But here’s some I know of being mentioned even after Talia healed him with the Lazarus pit.

The first I know of is when evil future Batman Tim targeted Jason’s hip because of a Joker-related injury that he claimed would eventually become debilitating for Jason. This move does take Jason out of the fight so it definitely seems like evil Tim successfully aggravated the injury.

Detective Comics #968 (Jan 2018) — earlier in #966 Batman Tim also mentioned future Jason would eventually lose an eye and a leg while fighting assassins.

More recently, regular, not-evil Tim referenced it while evaluating how to fight a Clayface Jason mimic:

Tim Drake: Robin #3 (Jan 2023) — Tim says the pit brought Jason back, which has sometimes been a thing. Originally Jason was only healed by the pit after he’d already been resurrected by something else.

This next one was black label, so it may or may not be canon (the creative team claims “it’s up to reader interpretation” and disagree on whether they personally think it is canon). I’m not a fan of the comic but it did pretty clearly indicate Jason had chronic pain from the Joker:

Batman: Three Jokers #2 (Nov 2020)

(There might be more than these—my reading of post flashpoint comics is kinda random and incomplete compared to my reading of post-Crisis. In post-Crisis though I think they mainly put emphasis on Jason’s destabilized mental health and didn’t really bring up physical aspects IIRC. His brain damage seemed healed and yet he seemed more affected after the pit than other one-time-in-the-pit characters like Dinah Lance or Cass Cain were.)

They haven’t bothered explaining how the pit didn’t heal them so far as I know (the pits kinda work to authorial convenience anyway). My route is usually to blame any weird Jason stuff on the strange, multiversal circumstances of his resurrection, but versions of his origin where he’s only brought back by the pit might not jive with that (which includes some Rebirth IIRC).

In any case, I do hope more writers pick up on this more and I love to see when it’s expanded upon a bit in fandom. I would already consider Jason’s mental health to be a disabling issue for him but it’s neat sometimes to have writers recognize chronic pain-related issues among DC characters. (I’d love to also see more expansion of Bruce mentioning he experienced chronic pain…it pops up every so often but rarely if ever in depth.)

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ID 1: Two panels from Detective Comics #968 showing Jason Todd as Red Hood leaping to fight evil future Batman Tim Drake. Jason says, “Sorry, Timmy, I don’t believe in Santa Claus.” Batman Tim slams his staff directly into Jason’s right hip joint, sending him flying back, and says, “Jason. In a few years you were going to learn that one of your bones never set right after the Joker killed you. There’s a growing debilitating bone spur in your hip joint. There, I found it for you you’re welcome.” They’re both in the batcave.

ID 2: A cropped panel from Tim Drake: Robin #3 showing a red narration box for Tim Drake which says: “The Lazarus Pit may have brought Jason back from the dead, but he’s still sensitive where The Joker killed him.”

ID 3: A comic page from Batman: Three Jokers #2. A Joker leans in Jason Todd’s face, looking intense and serious. The Joker says, “Who is the Joker, really? We’re going to find out.” The word “out” is written in an extended sing-songy way. The Jokers put Jason’s Red Hood helmet over his head but they’ve decorated it with a wide Joker-style grin. The two Jokers laugh, then one says, “We’ve spent considerable time trying to best answer that question: who is the Joker? We found that judge. A serial killer. A surgeon. All rather predictable and uninspiring. And then there’s you. Tell me something. Why would you put on that helmet and call yourself Red Hood after what we did?” Jason, who is sitting naked tied to the wooden chair, says, “Come on. Is every one of you copycats gonna ask me the same thing? It’s a joke.” One of the Jokers holds up a crowbar as the other says, “A joke? We left you with brain damage and permanent nerve pain. Physical and emotional trauma so severe that the only relief you ever find is when you inflict pain on others.” The Joker holds the crowbar by Jason’s head. “You and me, boy…..We’re more alike than you’d care to admit.”

ID 4: A comic page from Batman: Three Jokers #2 showing Jason Todd with no shirt on and small bandages on various parts of his arms and face. He looks at a calendar on a wall and reads the crossed out days that have physical therapy sessions written on them. He sees a stack of various healing and exercise books. The top book is titled Chronic Pain Management by Dr. D. Kresan. He picks it up. Barbara Gordon as Batgirl enters a different, dark room through a window.

ID 5: A comic page from Batman: Three Jokers #2 showing Barbara Gordon as Batgirl entering her own bedroom. She says, “Jason?” She sees a book on her bed titled “Chronic Pain Management” by Dr. D. Kresan. Jason says, “Barbara?” and walks out of the attached bathroom with only a towel around his waist. Babs says, “I figured you’d left.” Jason says, “I hope it’s okay I used the shower and I…I didn’t mean to go through your things. The closet door was open and that book looked…useful.” Babs says, “It was. Are you okay?” Jason has small bandages and bruises on his face as he says, “I don’t think I’ve ever been okay.” Babs looks concerned. Jason continues saying, “What the Joker said…about how I’ve been on the path to being like them for years…they’re not wrong. I don’t want to be like them though. I really don’t. You believe that, right?” Babs says, “I’m willing to.” Then Jason says, “Can I ask you something?”

#jason todd #batfam #dc comics #red hood #batman #heroesriseandfall #disabled characters #disability representation #disabled jason todd #dc meta #lazarus pits #long post

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bluespiritshonour · 4 months

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Why is it always Robin has to prove himself to Batman? Be it any Robin. And no, I'm not talking about characters, because Bruce—Bruce is like “Everyone must prove themselves to me but I'm not answerable to anyone” that motherfucker. Very IC.

I'm talking about stories, about narratives—why does every Robin-centric narrative has a “prove themselves to Batman” arc—but Bruce's arc never involves proving himself to anyone?

Why, after the events of the Tower of Babel, Bruce didn't have to work to gain the Justice League's approval? Why didn't he have to work to redeem himself, dammit!

Yes. He had to reveal his identity. But then, it wasn't his idea. It was Clark's. It's fundamentally different from Dick unmasking in front of the Titans: Dick feels in his bones that it isn't fair that he's the only one masked and the Titans are up for mutiny, so he made an executive decision.

It didn't even occur to Bruce to do it. Dammit, the fucker wasn't even trying to get back into Justice League. Clark had to persuade him. And no, I don't mean he should have gone and begged them to let him in. He doesn't need them.

But let's be honest: none of the Leaguers need the League. But humanity does. That's why they put their differences aside and band together.

Bruce is selfless when it comes to sacrificing his family a la Batman : Ego. Oh!—it's Bruce's children that are dying in Batman's mission. Isn't he so noble?—the picture of tragedy? The greiving father? The man who can't even have a steady romantic relationship because Batman wouldn't let him? So selfless—until he isn't. Until the JL—in other words, a planet full of people—need him to swallow his pride. Then, he isn't selfless anymore.

He's selfless when he's a father sending his children to war for the greater good—but he's not selfless when it's time to swallow his pride, to take the risk of trusting someone even after being traumatised and betrayed—for the greater good. (And honestly his trust issues seem narcissistic when surrounded by people like Dick, Alfred and freaking Commissioner Gordon!)

You know who does it? Dick Grayson. That's who. The “trust no one” maxim has been drilled into him by Bruce, but even then he chooses to trust. Not because he's stupid, but because it's a requirement. He totally expects to be stabbed in the back; he isn't naïve. But he'd rather be betrayed than have someone be barred from help because they seemed suspicious. It's canon in Titans. He says it in words, look it up. To Brother Blood, I guess.

Bruce didn't have to work to get on the League's good side. He just had to reveal his ID to regain trust and that, too, was Clark's idea.

And that's not an attempt at redemption, because if it was, then why did Clark have to do it too? Clark didn't do anything to deserve it. But Bruce forces him to and Clark agrees: for the greater good that the League trusting each other would ensure.

Clark Kent, who chooses to forego a mask so that people trust him. Literally, it comes down to that. Who has to built his whole civilian life around the fact that he shows his bare fucking face to the whole world.

And honestly, if I were to throw genre convention aside and read the text the hard way, Bruce doesn't seem really all that bothered with keeping his ID a secret. He's nothing compared to Clark. I mean. Come on, look at the number of people who know Bruce's ID and the number that know Clark's and tell me. Fucking tell me who's more serious about that stuff.

Bruce's entire existence hinges on other characters’ kindness, in and out of universe. In-universe there's this massive brigade of people who know his ID and keep it a secret. Out of universe, writers who show him to be the best even though Clark, Diana, Dick are all more worthy than him.

This is what you get when you let little incels run creative industries.

What did Bruce ever have to do to redeem himself to anyone? Literally anyone? Bruce would let Gotham burn if it meant he keeps his colossal pride intact. But oh, send his children to die: woe is him, this greiving father, so tragique—would absolutely do that.

He isn't even a hero. You know the impact of Batman: Ego and BtAS pales when put next to his very selfish acts when it comes to himself.

Because always—ALWAYS—the uwu factor in Bruce's stories aren't personal.

Not like it's in Clark's who has to face xenophobia because he's an alien. He's natural existence—his powers that are a part of him existing—being called a threat. He still helps.

Not like Diana who comes to the Man's World and decides to stay behind despite it being, well, a Man's World. That would never really respect her as much as it respects a man, any man, even though she's a literal Goddess. Coming and staying in Man's World for her means loneliness. Being immortal and watching every friend she ever made become a memory. But she chose to do it. Because at the end of the day, it's not about her. It's about helping people.

But for Bruce, in true male-is-default fashion, it's about losing people. People he loves.

His parents' death, Jason's death and so on and so forth. I'm not saying losing someone is not painful. I'm just saying it's always about his manpain.

Making the victim's pain his.

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justmeinadaze · 9 months

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Take It Out On Me Part 17 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: Ok, I told y'all last chapter this would be loaded with angst. Enjoy the feels.

Warning: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Sub Fem Plus size reader, SMUT, gentle loving passionate smut :), ANGST, the mall catches fire but not due to the events in the show since this is an AU, Boys get hurt :(, they need to depend on her which is hard for them, Steves parents make a cameo and fucking suck, mentions of fear of loss, I think that's it, FLUFF, These three always talking about their love for each other <3

Word Count: 6037

You don’t think anything of at first when a girl runs into the classroom before it begins. In this college setting people usually come in if not right on time then a few minutes after. What made you sit at attention was when she whispers something to her friend who in turn tells the person beside her.

“Hey. What’s going on?”

“You haven’t heard?”, the girl asks with wide eyes. “The mall caught fire. The whole thing is gone.”

Without saying a word, you grabbed your things and ran out the door, bumping body first into Masie.

“I was coming to get you! I just heard. Come on.”

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“Look, we just want to know if two people are even fucking here. Can you tell us that?”, you best friend growled at the nurse as you panickily looked around. Other family members were waiting in the lobby, crying as they waited for any news.

“Even if I had any information, which I don’t, you say you’re not family—”

“She’s their girlfriend!”

“She’s not the only one trying to find a loved one! Half the people who were in the mall are still missing, some of the people brought in didn’t have ids, and some are…unidentifiable at the moment.”

You stumble away from the desk, disturbed by the thought.

“Robin!”, you shout as her face comes into view and you quickly tackle her into a hug. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Where’s Steve?”

Your heart fell. “He wasn’t with you?”

“No, he helped usher some of the younger kids in the store and I guided people out through the back. I lost him after that.”

One of the backroom doors opened and Masie gestured with her head for you to go. After quickly running through, you were met with a new chaos. Doctors and nurses shifting from patient to patient. Every curtain you looked behind had a new hurt face but not the two you were looking for.

“Fucking help him!” Your head swiveled around at the sound of Steve’s voice. “Let me go, goddamn it!”

“Mr. Harrington, you can’t be in here and you need attention as well. Come on—”

“I’m fine! He’s my best friend fucking—” His heart shatters when his eyes land on your worried face. Pushing through people you both run to each other and he immediately lifts you into his shaking arms. “Fuck.”, he winces as he places you back on your feet.

“Are you ok?”, you cry as your hands cup his face.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I went back for him…he was stuck under something…Y/N, they just left him there.”

You hugged him again as he held you tightly to him. Letting you go, he grabbed your hand and brought you to the far end of the area where doctors were running around an unconscious Eddie. They had him attached to a breathing machine and had cut off the front of his shirt and the right leg of his pants.

“Fuck.”

Turning around, Steve was hunched over grabbing his arm. Pushing him against the wall, you lifted up his shirt and noticed burns along his side and upper shoulder.

“Steve, these are bad—”

“I’m fine.”

“Steve! Please, baby.”

“How did you get in here?!”, a nurse shouted as she pointed towards security to remove you.

Your hand immediately hooked to his as they tried to pull you away. “No, hey! She’s my girlfriend. Let her go!”

“Mr. Harrington, we have a process that has to be followed.”

“Fuck your process! I’m scared and I want her here!”

You didn’t think it was possible for your heart to break even more but it did. Steve had never mentioned being afraid of anything. He was always the big, strong protector and made sure you were never worried about anything.

Was this how they felt when you had your injury? They needed you and you were being literally tugged away from them. You felt incredibly helpless as they detached you from each other and dragged you into the waiting room.

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As names were announced and people were found, the waiting room dwindled. Your parents came down to be with you and your mom stroked your hair as you cried. When Wayne appeared you sobbed in his arms after telling him what you saw. To your dismay, Steve’s parents showed up a few hours later, glaring at you before heading to the desk to get more information.

“For Steven Harrington and Edward Munson?”, a nurse called and everyone jumped up, following her as she walked and talked. “We put them in the same room because Steve told us they knew each other and after what he did, we thought he should be able to keep an eye on him.”

“What did he do?”, Mrs. Harrington asked.

“Well, he’s got some second degree burns along his side and arm. According to him, he pushed a shelf off Mr. Munson’s leg so he could get him out.”

“God bless that boy.”, Wayne sighs.

“As for Mr. Munson…” Eddie’s uncle finds you hand and brings you forward next to him so you can hear better. “He had a lot of smoke inhalation but the oxygen and medication seem to be helping. His leg is broken so we do have it elevated and wrapped. Now we’re just waiting for him to wake up.”

“Should we be worried?”

The nurse glances at you with sympathetic eyes. “At this point, no. Now with Eddie, it’s just a waiting game.”

After opening the door, the Harringtons run through to find their son who was sitting on the end of the bed with scrubs on and gauze wrapped around his injuries. His mom carefully pulls him into her arms and you watch as he doesn’t reciprocate. With his eyes, he gestures you towards the other side and you walk with Wayne to check on Eddie.

Just like she had said, his leg was up in the air in a sling and an oxygen mask covered his lips. They had attached an IV to his hand where medication was slowly tripping in and changed his clothes, placing him in a hospital gown.

Masie, Robin, and your parents stood off to the side, waiting for everyone else.

“Are you ok?”, Mr. Harrington asks in a gruff tone.

“Like you fucking care.”, Steve growls.

“Really? We’re doing this now?”

“Don’t pretend that just because this happened everything is back to normal or changed at all. You’re still an asshole who called my girlfriend a whore and kicked me out.”

“I didn’t kick you out. You—”

“Stop it.”, you seethe. “If this is how you are going to be then get the fuck out. They both could have died today and this how you want to be?! I won’t have it. Not today, not here.”

Mr. Harrington stepped forward, prepared to argue but your dad cut him off putting his body between you two.

“She’s right, Bill. This could have been so much worse and it sounds like Steve is a hero. You should be proud of him. But if you insist on acting like a jackass then we’ll treat you like one.”

He huffs as he stomps out of the room, stopping to call to his wife. She hesitates, her hands running along his face and through his hair. Ultimately, she still leaves with her husband and Steve’s head hangs. Your mom comes up to sit beside him and tenderly rubs his back.

“It’s ok, baby. We’re proud of you and we’re glad you’re safe.” He sobs in the nook of her neck and she holds him tighter as Robin comes to sit on his other side.

Wayne looks down at his nephew, gently tugging on the gown he’s wearing. “Oh, he’s going to hate this when he wakes up.” He smiles when a breathy, exasperated laugh leaves your lips. You hand intertwines with Eddie’s as you sit beside him and fully let go.

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A couple of hours later the night nurses said that only one person could stay per patient overnight. You and Wayne stayed while everyone else left saying they’d be back tomorrow to check in. Steve crashed on his bed, occasionally wincing as he rolled over.

He startled you when he woke up screaming and you let go of Eddie’s hand to sit beside him.

“Steve! Baby, it’s ok! You’re okay!”

“Eddie…fire…Robin…You…”, he panted incoherently as his ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

“Eddie’s over there, honey. He’s still asleep. Me and Robin, we’re fine. She’s coming back tomorrow. Everything is okay. I’m right here.”

“Can I hold you?”

“Of course. You never have to ask for that.” You glanced at Wayne who smiled your way and nodded his head, silently telling you he’d watch over his nephew as you curled up on Steve’s side. As your hand ran along his chest, you felt his breathing slow as he calmed down.

“I love you, Y/N. So fucking much. I thought about you the entire time I was running in that mall. I just needed to get him so we could get back to you.”

You tilted your head so you could bring his lips down to yours. Holding him to you, you relished his taste remembering the fear just a few hours ago that you may never taste or have him in your arms again.

“I love you, Steve.”

When you woke up a few hours later, you quietly crawled out of his embrace to sit with Wayne who gestured towards the tv. The sound was off but you read the subtitles. Apparently, the mayor cut corners when building the mall and one bad wire set it ablaze.

“Fucking prick.”, Wayne growled.

“Are they going to arrest him?”

“Who knows, sweetheart. They better.”

The feeling of tapping on your arm got your attention and you turned your head to see Eddie’s gorgeous brown eyes drowsily looking your way as he tried to reach for your hand.

“Eddie? Thank God!”

“I’m going to grab a doctor.” His uncle immediately stood, power walking out the door.

“Are you ok?” He sluggishly nodded as he reached for the mask over his mouth. “No, baby. No. You have to leave that on for right now.” His eyes swung around the room before looking back at you and raising his hand in the air to make a writing motion with his fingers. Hastily, you dug in your bag, grabbing a pen and some paper.

You watch him as he shakily wrote something, seeming exhausted when he finished as his arm fell to the bed.

“Steve?”

“Steve? He’s ok. He’s asleep in the bed beside you.” You got up and moved his curtain so he could see his friend more clearly. “Do you want me to wake him up?”

He shook his head, writing something else on the paper you left by his side.

“You?”

You tried to hold back your tears as you took his palm and brought it to your cheek. “I’m ok. I was so worried about you.” Eddie’s thumb gently slid under your eyes and the action just made you cry harder. “I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to either of you.”

His hand feebly moved behind your neck to try and bring you closer but as soon as the doctor walked in, you kissed the back of it and held it on the bed.

****

They took him away to get some tests done and when he came back he was asleep once more.

“He’ll probably be in and out of it for the next few 24 hours or so but his x ray looks a lot better. We’ll take off the oxygen mask tomorrow morning if he’s still improving. He most likely won’t be able to talk but…”

“Oh, he’ll hate that to.”, you smile towards Wayne who grins back.

Your parents, Masie, and Robin do come back a little later in the morning with food for everyone including Steve.

“Thank you so much but I’m not hungry right now.”

Sitting beside him, you run your fingers through his hair as you lean closer to his ear. “Daddy, baby, you have to eat something. Even just a little bit.”

He nervously swallows as he looks towards your parents before tilting his head towards you.

“I, um, I’m having some trouble lifting my arms especially…” Steve gestures towards his hurt one. “I…I don’t know how to be…vulnerable like this, Y/N.”

Caressing his cheek, you lift his face so his eyes meet yours. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”, he whispers as his forehead leans on yours.

“Let me take care of you.”

After reaching for the plate your mom handed you, you hold the fork to his lips and he slowly bent forward to take a bite, softly smiling in your direction as he nodded.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N. This is good.”

Robin sits beside him, eating her food silently before finally turning her head toward her friend. “I’m glad you’re ok… I mean who would I have to do stupid shit with at work in this town without you?”

Steve laughed and you silently thanked God for Robin Buckley.

****

Your mom stayed behind as your father drove Wayne back to his trailer to get some sleep and freshen up. Masie said she would get any assignments you missed but said that the professors understood after she told them what happened and where you were. She left to head home and drop off Robin saying once again they would both be back tomorrow.

“Do you want to go home and clean up to? I can stay with them.”

“I’m ok, mom. Maze is going to bring me some fresh clothes and they have a washroom here so…” You glance her way before turning back to look down at Eddie. “I can’t…I can’t leave them.”

The metalhead groaned a bit as his eyes opened once more, still a bit heavy but seemingly much more aware.

“Hey, Eddie. How are you feeling?” He nodded as he looked over at your mom and waved his fingers at her making her smile. You were prepared when he made a little writing motion with his hand, grabbing the paper from the table beside him and handing him the pen. Eddie didn’t write anything, pointing to where he put Steve’s name yesterday.

“I’m here.” Steve wobbled over and leaned against his friend’s bed. “Are you ok? You scared the shit out of me.”

Lifting the pen, he shakily wrote down what he could.

“Thank U.”

His fingers yanked on the boy’s scrubs, bring him down to his level as he tried to hug him. You could vaguely hear it through the mask over his lips but when they pulled apart there were tears in his eyes as he continued to cry.

“I’m going to go get some coffee.” You mother patted your hand, leaving you so you three could have some alone time.

You filled him in on what the doctor had said and everything they would be doing for him. Eddie reached up to lightly touch Steve’s gauze, making the boy wince slightly.

“Yeah, it still fucking burns believe or not. Do you remember anything?” The metalhead makes a so-so motion with his hand as the other man sits on the edge of his bed. “When I found you, you were by the back door of your store. One of the shelfs had fallen on your leg pinning you to the floor. I moved it but your side of the mall was a lot worse than ours. There was fire everywhere. I carried you outside and stayed with you till the ambulance finally fucking arrived. Took them long enough.”

“What caused fire?”, he wrote.

“Our fucking Mayor cut corners to get the mall built. There was a faulty wire and it just spread from there. The news is saying it’s amazing it didn’t happen sooner.”

“Thankful U weren’t there.”

Your chest caved in as you heavily exhaled. “You’re in the hospital with your leg in a sling and can’t talk yet you’re still worried about me.” Your head fell as you started to cry. Eddie tapped you, getting your attention before tapping the space beside him. You climbed in, kissing his cheek, and leaning your head on his chest. “It scared me so bad when I saw them cutting your clothes and you were unconscious. I love you so much, Eddie.”

Steve held the notebook for him as his pen scrawled messily across the paper.

“Love you babe.”

##########

The next couple of days were rough on both boys. Steve’s burns were looking better but he was still struggling with his mobility due to his pain and the medication they gave him made him extremely drowsy to the point where he would crash for long hours at a time. The doctor said that was fine and would help him heal but it made you nervous. After everything that happened, you couldn’t help but be terrified he would knock out like Eddie and wouldn’t wake up.

With Eddie, they finally removed the oxygen but he still struggled to speak. His throat was raw from inhaling the smoke but the doctors said it would clear up in no time especially at the rate his chest was. When he was finally able to eat real food, he stared at it not moving.

“Do you need help, baby?”, you asked and he shook his head. “Eddie, you need to eat a little bit or else they are going to attach that food IV to you again.” He blinked back frustrated tears as his jaw tightened. Just as you had with Steve, you leaned down to whisper in his ear. “It’s ok to ask for help, Sir. I’m still yours no matter what.”

As you began to pull back, he tilted towards you to kiss your forehead. This time when you repeated your question, he nodded. That night he tossed and turned, groaning in his sleep; they both did. You couldn’t wait to get them back home so you could lay with them in one bed.

A couple of days later, Steve was discharged but he remained by your side at the hospital as you watched over Eddie. It took a while but when he finally said your name it was like music.

That morning he was petting your head as you slept, placing soft kisses on your face randomly as he watched the tv. When your eyes fluttered open, he tenderly smiled down at you.

“Hey, princess.”

His voice was still gravelly but he could speak and you cried in his arms as you kissed his lips.

“Hey, Munson. How are you feeling?”, Steve grins as he leans towards him.

“Hurting.” He gestured towards his throat and leg. “But okay. You?”

“I’m doing alright. They said I should have a good scar.”

“You and me both.”, Eddie winks before he begins to cough. “Did they say when we could go home?”

“In a couple of days, depending on how well your tests look.” You crane your neck to kiss his cheek as you lay your head back on his chest.

“Baby girl, why don’t you go home, huh? I can look after him here.” You ignore him, closing your eyes as you squeeze the metalhead tighter. They both exchange a glance. In any other circumstance, you would be punished for not responding, but after everything you three just went through, they weren’t sure what to do.

****

A day and a half later, Eddie was finally released and the three of you were able to go home. His cast around his leg was slightly cumbersome but he thought it made him look like a badass as he drew symbols on it through day. His friends from Hellfire came over and added their own touches, making you smile as you watched the man you love gradually return to his old self. Steve’s burns got a lot better especially with you always on top of making sure his bandages were changed and his wounds were clean.

They both were prescribed medication and you made sure they took it when they were supposed to. To you it was nothing; you didn’t even give it a second thought but for them it was a lot harder. They weren’t used to being taken care of at all let alone in this way. They felt useless, not just to you but in general. After a while it finally boiled over…

A few weeks later, you went with them to the doctor so Eddie could get his cast off and they could do a final once over of Steve’s burns. When they called their names, you reached over to grab the metalhead’s hand and he snapped at you.

“I got it, Y/N! I can stand from a fucking chair.”

You blinked back the pain as he used his crutches to go where they wanted him.

“Maybe, you should stay here.”, Steve smiled softly and without waiting for an answer left you alone in the waiting room.

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

“Who would have thought walking would feel so fucking weird.”, Eddie mused as he hobbled back out cast free.

“Yeah well, you’re lucky it wasn’t worse. Come on, babe.”, he motioned for you but you didn’t move. “Baby?” You stared into the void as they came over to where you were sitting. “Y/N?” He sighs as he reaches out to push some of your hair behind your ear. “Look, honey, we’re sorry. We just thought…”

You didn’t even allow him to finish as you rose and headed out the door towards the parking lot. Without a word, you handed Steve the keys and climbed into the backseat.

The drive home was excruciatingly quiet and as you entered the apartment you were anything but subtle as you headed towards the kitchen, banging around things as you pretended to clean.

“Really? You’re going to act like a child because we wanted to see the doctor alone?”

You chuckled under your breath as you slammed a couple of dishes in the sink and headed for your bedroom, sitting on the end of the bed, and folding your arms.

“Come on, sweetheart. Talk to us.” Eddie had grabbed a chair from the table, bringing it with him as he sat across from you.

“When I found out about the fire, Masie and I immediately ran to hospital.” As you spoke, Steve sat beside you, turning his body so he could see you both. “The waiting room was…chaos. No one knew where anyone was or what exactly happened. The front desk nurse was short with me when I asked about you two so Maze jumped in and defended me. I-I just wanted to know if you two were even there because if not I was going to fucking drive to the mall and dig through that rubble to find you.” An exasperated laugh left your lips as tears began to slowly escape down your cheeks.

“I snuck back there when the door opened and found Steve who led me to you, Eddie. Seeing you like that…scared the hell out of me…but…nothing will ever compare to those thirty some odd minutes when I had no idea if you were even alive.” Your glassy eyes met the metalhead’s. “If I’m being too clingy and you need some space, I get that. If you need to do things on your own, I understand. But…don’t you ever speak to me like you did in that waiting room. I may belong to you but I think you guys forget that you’re mine to. I love you both so much and I deserve respect to.”

“You do, baby.” Eddie got up to sit beside you and pull you into his arms as he pressed your head into his chest. “You do. I’m so sorry. We know exactly how you feel, we should have known better. It’s just…”

“…We’re supposed to take care of you.”, Steve cuts in helping his friend when he pauses. “We’ve never had to depend on someone before. We spent so much time looking after ourselves and then you…”

“…Which is something we love to do, princess. This fire literally took that away. Not only could we not take care of you but we could barely take care of ourselves. It’s a weird helpless feeling. Not like when you got hurt but it feels like…”

“…We failed.”

“Jesus Christ.”, you sigh as you pull out of his embrace. “No. Fucking, fuck your parents especially yours Steve. You both don’t fail because you can’t take care of me. I love that you do but it’s ok to let me help you. Even if this hadn’t happened, it’s ok to let me love on you the way you do me.” You hang your head as you push your hair behind your ear. “I heard you tell the doctor you were scared. I saw it in your eyes, Eddie. I just wanted you to know you were safe.”

“I wasn’t scared of dying or the fire.” The metalhead’s tone was flat as he stared off into the void of his memory. “The fire alarm went off while we were stocking the shelves. It happened so fast. One minute people are running past the store, the next it’s fucking burning. Me and the other employees headed for the back because it was closer but I guess customers were panicking and one of them knocked over a stand.”, he shrugs. “That part I don’t remember. Just that suddenly I was on the floor with this heavy thing on me that I couldn’t get off. People tried to help but… I laid there and… all I could think about was you.”

“I was so fucking terrified of never…seeing you again and how my death was going to hurt you. I was scared that Steve wouldn’t make it out and you’d be left here alone. That’s the last thing I remember before hearing your voice and waking up in the hospital.”

As his eyes met yours, you pulled his head to your chest as he began to cry. Leaning back on the mattress you brought him with you as his arms wrapped tightly around you, holding you to him as you kissed his forehead and ran your fingers through his hair down his back.

Steve laid on your other side, placing his arm just below Eddie’s as he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

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

When Eddie’s eyes opened again, you were still holding on to him and gently rubbing his back. Stretching, he leaned back to look at your face as you softly smiled down at him.

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?”

“Do you remember the last time you made love to me—”

“God, forever ago.”

You giggle as your index finger comes up to trace along his jawline to his lips.

“You asked me if I ever remembered seeing you in school or when we were younger and I said no but while you were asleep, I was thinking…I did see you once. We were in seventh grade and one of the popular kids shoved me in the hallway. I fell and was sobbing on the floor—”

“In a blue dress.”, he cut you off.

“Yes.”, you grinned. “In middle school we had to dress nice on game day. I remember a boy with a buzz cut helped me to my feet and then immediately ran down the hallway to tackle the kid.”

“My uncle used to show me those movies where cowboys or knights would defend a girl’s honor after they got hurt or mistreated. I saw the kid push you and I heard you crying so I kicked his ass. I told Wayne I was suspended for protecting a pretty girl and he took me to get ice cream.”, he chuckled as his palm ran over your cheek. “You didn’t even look up at me. That’s why I didn’t remember your face when I saw you in detention.”

“Seeing you…break like you did…triggered the memory. I passed by the front office and you were sitting there waiting to talk to the principal. You looked so upset and I remember thinking ‘I wish I could give him a hug.’ After that, I guess I lost you again.”

Eddie’s lips find yours as his hand slides down your sides to your lower back bringing you closer to his chest. “You’ll never lose me, sweetheart. I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you…for everything. Not just these past couple of months but…since school. Maybe…we should remind you more. Show you how grateful we are…to have you.” His hips grind against yours as he continues to talk between each passionate kiss.

“Baby…baby, wait. Can we…are you…I’m just worried about you the…the most because…of your lungs…”

When his eyes meet yours, you see the conflict within them. You’d had this conversation with them before when it comes to their bodies. They assured you they knew their limits and would never even put you in a position that would make them or you uncomfortable. Eddie’s immediate knee jerk reaction is to remind you of this and assure you with a confident Master tone that also reminded you he was in charge.

But he also understood what you had just been through and knew this may need a softer touch. Steve was always better with the Daddy comforting tone than he was but he had to try.

“I’m fine, princess. I swear but if it makes you more comfortable, we can go slow and I promise to check in with you every step of the way, okay?”

“Okay, Sir. Thank you.”

“Thank you, baby.”

Laying you flat on your back, he removed your garments, and gently kissed down your body as your hand tenderly played with his hair. Steve’s breath warmed your cheek as you felt his palm caress you face.

“He’s right, you know. We should be reminding you more how grateful we are for you.” You gasped when Eddie’s tongue pressed against your clit. “I’ll check in with you to, baby girl, ok?”

“Y-yes, Daddy.”

“God, it’s been so long since I’ve tasted you, sweetheart. Fuck I missed this pussy.”

You groaned at the metalhead’s words as his mouth wrapped around you bud, his head moving from side to side as he devoured every part of you. Steve licked the pads of his fingers, running them over your erect nipples as his lips sucked and bit the sweet spot on your neck. Eddie’s tongue continued to work its magic as he slid two fingers into your entrance.

“Fuck! That feels so…so good.”, you mewled as your eyes rolled back and closed. Steve connected his lips to yours as the other man moved at a faster pace, swallowing your moans as his tongue danced with yours.

Pressing his face further into you, you grinded your hips till you felt your release, throwing your head back as you came. Both men sat up and hastily removed their clothes, Steve sitting up with his back against the headboard.

“Hang on, honey.”, he cautioned as you moved your back closer to his chest.

“Are you ok, Daddy?”

You heard him spit behind you and the wet sound of him smearing it along his cock.

“Yeah, I’m alright. You can come back now and keep your ass open for me.” You nod as you do what he says, both of you groaning as he guides himself into you. “Fuck, baby. I missed being inside you."

As you slowly bounced your hips, you leaned against his chest and placed your lips on his own. Turning your attention to Eddie, the man behind you wrapped his arms around you as he kissed along your shoulder.

The metalhead smiles down at you as he moved closer, taking hold of your thigh as he gripped the base of his shaft.

“Stevie, I’m going to be a bit closer to you in this position. Is that ok?”

After the man nods his approval, he guides his cock into your entrance, growling at the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Eddie’s head fell on your shoulder as both boys thrust into you while you ground your hips to meet theirs. Your hands roamed them both as the continued to whisper praises in ear followed by how much they loved you.

“Shit. F-fuck.”, Steve whimpered and you immediately turned to him knowing that wasn’t a sound of pleasure.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?”

“Nothing… just…can we…can we lay on our sides? I’m sorry, guys. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Eddie pulls out and helps you two carefully roll on to the side that wasn’t previously injured. Your hand takes ahold of his as you tenderly kiss the back of it.

“It’s ok, baby. Thank you for being honest. How about you, Sir?”

Laying down in front of you, he lifts your leg over his hip and slides his dick back into your core as he rests his forehead on yours. “Mmm—never better, princess.”

“I love you both so much. I’m glad you’re mine.” They both pumped into you harder as their fingers gripped your body tightly, Eddie clinging to your thigh as Steve holds your bicep. Their grunts and pants became louder and the sound was music to your ears. “Mine. MY Master. MY Daddy. F-fuck… please make me cum.”

Your eyes squeezed shut as they honored your request. They needed this just as badly as you did. You moaned their respective titles with pride as you came hard around them. Eddie pressed your head into his chest as he released his seed inside of you and Steve followed after burying his face into your back.

You didn’t see what happened next but you felt it as the metalhead reached over you to pulled Steve closer and in turn the other boy wrapped his arm around his back, hugging each other with you in the middle.

“Thank you for coming back for me, man.”

“You’re one of my best friends who’s been there for me even when I was an asshole. Of course, I’d go back for you.”

“ONE of?”, Eddie chuckles as he releases you both and leans back. “Who else are you cheating on me with, you slut!”

You laugh at his joke, thankful that his sense of humor was returning.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the pretty girl we’re dating!”

“Aw, Steve Harrington. Are you saying I’m your best friend to?”

“Um, I don’t see any other women we’re dating here.”, he grinned.

“Ok, but like, am I more of a best friend than him or…?” You laugh harder when Eddie tries to playfully put a pillow over your head.

###########

“How much longer do you think it will take him to finish his hair?”, Robin whispers to you as you sit on the couch scrolling through the tv.

“Oh, sweetheart. It’s like you don’t know him.” You both giggle as Eddie comes out of the bedroom and grabs a drink from the fridge.

“Oh shit.”, Robin sighs as she points towards the screen and you turn up the volume. “I didn’t think they’d actually arrest him.”

The metalhead comes up behind you guys as he watches the mayor taken out of town hall in handcuffs and thrown into an FBI cruiser.

“Good. Fuck him.”, Eddie growls before leaning down and kissing your lips. “Have fun with Masie, babe, and I’ll see you later.”

“Good luck!”, you shout after him as he runs out the door. “He has an interview at the music store down here.”

“Ok, sorry, Robin. I’m ready.”, Steve announces as he powerwalks out of the room and searches for his applications.

“On the table, baby.”

Robin pats your thigh as she stands to gather her things.

“Ok, honey. Have fun. Be careful.” He lightly tugs on your hair, pulling your head back for a kiss. “And EAT something before you go, please.”

“Good luck you two.”

Steve winks in your direction as they both head out the door to their first stop Family Video.

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

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stevieharringtonwifeguy · 1 year

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Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere.

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

#steddie #t4t steddie #transfem steve harrington #transfem eddie munson #stranger things #my fics

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fancyfade · 2 months

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Read Batman and Robin #6...

Williamson really is determined to make me continue to lose my faith in his writing and being terrible at characterizing damian.

Williamson has Damian nearly reveal his secret identity twice (he lets Zach know that he recognizes him as Robin, which I could pass as just Damian having less secret identity concern than other Batfam members, but him accusing his principal of being Harsh/Shush in front of the soccer team just leaves me feeling like Williamson is interested in portraying Damian as a hot-headed moron. Like compare Damian going under cover in Gotham Academy or even in Super Sons, he acts way more level headed than this older Damian and at least when he does things that would logically blow his secret ID in Gotham Academy it seems like it's because he doesn't care, rather than because he's a moron).

We also have Williamson making references that seem to JUSTIFY the Teen Titans 2016 character-assassination (with Bruce saying he's going to talk Damian about prison ethics after Damian says they should just throw Zsasz in a pit to rot).

Like. You have got to be fucking kidding me.

again williamson seems to not really care about retconning out any of the OOC actions and seems here like he's just trying to make sure the reader knows he still considers them in character.

#dc comics #fade reads dc comics #damian wayne #robin #batman and robin 2023 negative #batman and robin 2023 #tuesday spoilers #negativity #bruce wayne #victor zsasz #batman

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fics-n-stuff · 2 years

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Molly Ringwald is an Absolute Babe

Pairing: Robin Buckley × Reader (fem)

Summary: Y/N comes into the video store every weekend, and Steve is convinced that she's been flirting with Robin. Robin isn't so convinced, until a certain movie selection prompts a shift in their dynamic.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Despite my bisexuality and crushes on many a female fictional character, this is the first fic I've written for any of them. Idk how much I like it but Robin was occupying alot of brain space and I needed to write something.

You pushed open the door to Family Video and headed straight for the desk. It was right before closing on Friday evening and you were worried that they would be getting ready to close up shop, but Steve was behind the counter with a smile as you walked over.

“Hey, do you have the movie Personal Best?” You asked.

“Uh... not sure, let me check.” He replied and turned to the computer. You waited as he typed it into the inventory search. “No, doesn’t look like it. If you want, I could order it in for you, it would probably arrive in a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, that would be great, thanks. It’s from 1982, Mariel Hemingway and Patrice Donelly.”

“No problem. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“No thanks, I’m just gonna grab a couple other movies.” You smiled and stepped away.

You did a bit of browsing in the romcom section and settled on The Breakfast Club, before making a beeline to the familiar shelf where they kept The Rocky Horror Picture Show and grabbing that too before you returned to the counter. You set the tapes down on the counter and handed your ID over to Steve.

“Rocky Horror again. What’s that, four times?” He joked.

“Five I think.” You chuckled. You looked around the store, your eyes searching for the other employee, as Steve checked out your movies. You spotted Robin talking to a mom and daughter over by the kids’ animations and smiled subconsciously.

Steve passed your ID back to you and you handed over the money for the movies, turning to leave with a thanks and an exchange of goodbyes.

“Robin!” You called across the store, and she turned to find the origin of her name. When she spotted you, she smiled. You smiled back, giving a wave before heading out the door.

Robin finished up with the mom and daughter and found the place empty after they left. Her and Steve started cleaning up, getting ready to close up shop. While she was sweeping the floor, Steve came up beside her.

“I’m right.” Steve said smugly, leaning against the counter. “I’m right and you know I’m right.”

“Right about what?”

“Dude! Y/N likes you!”

“Steve, no. We’ve been over this, okay? It’s not the same for me as it is for you.” She replied, shaking her head.

“Yeah, I know that Robin, but listen. She is here every weekend and if I serve her then she makes sure she says hi to you, but if you serve her then I only get a hello if I spot her first.”

“So she likes me more than you, big whoop.” Robin shrugged and went to put the broom away. Steve flicked off the lights and grabbed the key, and they closed up shop and headed to Steve’s car.

“Robin, Y/N likes you. I promise.”

“You can’t promise me that, Steve. In fact, you can’t even promise me that she’s gay.”

“She rented Rocky Horror for the fifth time in four months today. And every time she comes in she rents something with a babe in it; this time it was The Breakfast Club, and you can’t deny that Molly Ringwald is an absolute babe.” Steve argued passionately.

“She could just have easily have gotten it for Judd Nelson.” Robin refuted.

“For god’s sake Robin can you just open your eyes for one goddamn minute? She’s gay! She’s gay and she likes you. I’ve had enough girls like me to know what a girl looks like when they like you.”

“Wow, that wasn’t a casual brag at all.”

“Not the point.” Steve groaned in annoyance.

“Well, no offense Harrington, but you’re not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed and I don’t feel comfortable taking your word on something so important.” Robin said. “I can’t risk making a move without being certain that she likes girls.”

“I am certain that she likes girls.”

“Well I’m not.”

Steve rounded the last corner onto Robin's street and pulled up to the curb outside her house. She reached over to grab her bag from where she had dumped it on the backseat and pushed her door open.

“All I’m saying is, you’re never gonna get a girlfriend if you’re too paranoid to realise when a girl likes you.” He said as she climbed out of the car.

“Okay, thank you Steve.” Robin droned.

“Molly Ringwald!” Steve called as she swung the door shut. She responded by flipping him of through the window before heading up to her house.

+ + +

“Hey Steve! Did my movie come in yet?” You asked eagerly as you came up to the Family Video desk, handing over the tapes that you had rented the previous weekend: Victor/Victoria and Back to the Future.

It was Saturday morning and it had been two weeks since Steve had ordered Personal Best in for you, so you were hopeful that it had arrived.

“Yes, it did.” Steve smiled, producing a tape from under the desk and holding it up triumphantly. “I read the blurb on the jacket, sounds interesting.”

“Really, you think?” You questioned, knowing full well that the blurb revealed that it was a movie about two female athletes who fall in love.

“Yeah. I like a good sports flick.” He put the tape down on the counter and slid it over to you. “Let me guess, you’re gonna go pick out a musical before you check out?”

“Ugh, you know me so well Harrington.” You smiled, snatching up the tape and stepping back from the counter. He chuckled as you walked away, off to browse the shelves for a musical that took your fancy.

As you rounded a corner you came upon Robin tidying up a shelf and stopped dead in your tracks, your heart stopping for a moment. You steadied yourself with a deep breath and headed over.

“Hey, Robin.” You greeted and she turned away from the shelf to face you.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” She smiled. “Come for your weekly movies?”

“Of course.” You chuckled, holding up the tape in your hand. “I’m especially excited about this week, Steve ordered this one in for me special.”

“Oh yeah, he mentioned. He said it was something I might like but I never got around to reading the blurb.”

“Here, read it now.” He held it out to her and watched as she took it from your hand. You watched her closely as she read it wanting to see how she reacted to the gay detail. She made a little gasp and her eyebrows rose slightly, presumably as she got to that reveal, but there was no indication of whether that was a positive or negative reaction. You held your breath.

“Yeah, I guess Steve was right.” She laughed slightly, handing the tape back to you.

“Sounds like something you’d enjoy?”

“Yeah. Maybe I’ll rent it myself when you’re done with it.” You smiled at that, hoping to God that this meant what you hoped it meant. “Anyway, um, I better get back to work and you probably want to find your second movie.”

“Yeah, I should probably do that.” You laughed a little awkwardly and shuffled around Robin in the aisle. “I’ll see you next week then.”

“Yeah, see you next week.” She smiled, then you turned and headed down the aisle and she turned back to the shelf.

You picked out The Sound of Music and checked out with Steve before leaving. Your best friend, Lisa, was waiting for you in the car and she gave you an in credulous look when you skid in behind the wheel with a sigh.

“You still didn’t ask her out, did you?” She questioned, but already knowing the answer.

“No, I couldn’t. But, I am almost one hundred percent certain that she’s gay now.”

“Oh, really? How come?”

“Well, when she read the blurb for Personal Best she said that it was something that she would like to watch.”

“Oh my God, Y/N, that was the perfect opportunity to ask her to watch it with you! I can’t believe you missed that shot.”

“I was nervous, Lisa! I let it get awkward because I didn’t know what to say.” You pouted.

“Whatever. Can we go to Jessica’s party now?”

“Yeah.” You huffed, starting up the car and manoeuvring out of your parking space.

“Next week. You have to do it next week.” Lisa said. “Otherwise you’re just gonna chicken out of it forever.”

“Yeah, okay. Next week.” You muttered.

+ + +

When you walked into Family Video the following Saturday, you were both happy and terrified to see Robin standing behind the counter. You walked around the store to give yourself time to work up the courage to say what you wanted to say to her, picking out your movies for this weekend.

With one last deep breath, you mustered your most confident smile and headed up to the counter.

“Hey, Y/N.” Robin greeted happily as you approached. “How you doing?”

“Good.” You nodded. “How about you?” You slid the tapes you were returning across the counter to her and placed the ones you were checking out down too.

“Good.” She echoed. You watched her put into the records that you had returned last week’s tapes before grabbing the other two off the counter. “Rocky and Mary Poppins.” She read the titles aloud with a chuckle “Interesting pairing.”

“Well, my brother asked for Rocky and I decided that I’m on a bit of a Julie Andrew’s kick.” You smiled.

“Nice.” She nodded. You handed over your ID to check the tapes out and took another deep breath to psyche yourself up.

“Hey, so, Robin, I was thinking maybe you’d wanna catch a movie with me tonight?” You said quickly before you could chicken out. You saw her hands falter as she checked out the tapes and hoped to God that you weren’t making a huge mistake.

“Uh, yeah, sure.” She sputtered, a surprised smile slowly growing on her face. “I’d like that.”

“Great.” You grinned, letting out a laugh of relief. “The theatre just started showing Pretty in Pink, I can pick you up after work?”

“Sounds great. Pick me up after closing, about 8:15?”

“Okay, I’ll be back in a few hours.” You smiled. Robin handed you the tapes and your ID and you exchanged slightly awkward goodbyes before you left.

“What was that?” Steve asked with a suggestive smirk as he returned to the counter and sidled up beside Robin.

“Um, you don’t have to give me a ride home from work today.” She answered a bit shyly.

“Wait, seriously?” He checked. Robin bit her lip to suppress her grin and nodded. “Oh my God, that’s awesome! What are going to do?”

“We’re gonna go see Pretty in Pink at the movie theatre.” She answered.

“What did I tell you? Molly Ringwald.” Steve said smugly. Robin smacked him in the arm before they promptly ended their conversation as the next customer stepped up.

You arrived back at the video store at 8:10, a huge grin on your face as you pulled up to park outside. Most of the lights had been turned off but you could still see Robin and Steve tidying up through the window.

You waited patiently for Robin to come out, your fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing out of the radio. Your window was filled down slightly, so you heard it when the door to the video store opened and Robin and Steve stepped out, bickering about something or other.

You watched Robin as she locked the store, and smiled when she turned in your direction and spotted you. Whatever comment she had been making to Steve died on her lips as she smiled back, raising her hand to wave at you. You rolled your window down further.

“You ready?” You called.

“Yep.” Robin nodded, finding her feet and starting towards you.

“Alright, you kids have fun.” Steve smiled teasingly. “See you on Monday, Robin.”

“Yeah, okay, bye Steve.” She waved hurriedly, walking around to the passenger side of your car. He looked at you and gave you a wink before heading for his own car. You rolled up your window and turned to look at Robin as she slid into the passenger seat of your car and put on her seatbelt.

“The next showing is at 9:00, so we’ve got some time to kill.” You said.

“That’s okay, we can just talk.” She replied apprehensively. You smiled again and nodded before starting up the engine and heading out of the parking lot. “I’ve never, um... I’ve never been on a date before.”

“Me neither.” You said. “Well, not a proper one, at least; I technically went on one date with Bobby Harris when I was thirteen but that was...” You trailed off, finishing your sentence with a performative shiver that made Robin laugh. “So does Steve, like, know..?”

“Yeah.” Robin nodded. “I told him in summer. He’s cool, if you were worried about that. He actually figured out that you like me before I did, so.” She added with a nervous chuckle. You thought it was cute. “Do any of your friends know?”

“Yeah, my friend Lisa. She’s captain of the debate team.”

“Oh, Lisa Jennings. She seems nice.”

“Yeah she’s the sweetest. She’s actually been pushing me to ask you out for, like, two months.”

“Really? Wait, oh my god, how long have you liked me?” She questioned, a look that mixed shock and amusement on her face.

“No, you don’t need to know that.” You chuckled with a gentle shake of your head.

“Please? I really wanna know. I feel like it would be good for my self confidence.” Robin smiled sweetly. You bit your lip nervously, glancing between her and the road, before letting out a sigh.

“Okay. You remember that time last year that band and theatre both thought they had the music room booked?”

“Yeah, it was a shit show.” She nodded.

“Okay, well, while the teachers were bickering about who actually had the room booked, you made a joke. I don’t even remember what it was, but the face you made when you made the people around you laugh was... really cute.” You explained.

“But that was, like, seven months ago.” She commented, and you stayed silent, pursing your lips as not to show how embarrassed you were at revealing just how long you had liked her. “Oh my God, that’s adorable.”

“Let’s not talk about that.” You mumbled.

You pulled into the parking lot of the movie theatre and slotted right into an empty parking space. You shut off the engine and checked your watch.

“We’ve still got half an hour.” You said.

“That’s okay. Gives us time to get popcorn and still get the good seats.” Robin replied.

The two of you headed in and bought your tickets and snacks, chatting happily as you went. You let her pick your seats and she sat you pretty much right in the middle of the theatre. You had expected the place to be a lot busier, given that it was a Saturday night showing of a big new movie, but there were only a handful of other people in the theatre so far. You supposed there was still about fifteen minutes for people to turn up before the showing started, but still. It was nice though; made you feel less nervous about being on a date.

You settled into your chair, a small bucket of popcorn on your lap and your drink in the cup holder next to you. Robin had the same, and she smiled over at you as she chewed a few kernels of popcorn.

“I guess I should have asked before I got here but, are you a fan of romcoms?” You asked her.

“Yeah, I mean, who doesn’t like a good romcom?” She nodded. “But I tend to prefer horror or, like, a mystery thriller. What about you?”

“I don’t know, I just like movies.” You shrugged, then added in a whisper: “Bonus points if there’s a pretty lady in it.”

“Oh, yeah, a hundred percent.” Robin giggled.

More people filtered in as the last minutes before the start of the showing passed, and eventually the theatre was just over half full.

“I’m really glad you asked me to come here with you.” Robin whispered, leaning in closer so only you would hear. “I would have been too nervous to make the first move.” She leaned back with an awkward smile, and you felt a goofy smile pull at your lips too. You went to reply, but the lights went down before you could open your mouth and the screen lit up as the first ad started to play through the speakers.

You had a faint smile on your lips throughout all the ads and trailers, sparing glances over at Robin every minute or so. When you looked over at her as the movie was starting, you caught her looking back at you. She smiled as she tossed another piece of popcorn into her mouth, and you suppressed the urge to grin by taking a sip of your drink.

Robin turned back to the screen, and your eyes lingered on her side profile for a moment before you followed suit. Then, as Molly Ringwald put in her earrings and applied her mascara, you felt Robin’s hand meet yours where it sat on the armrest.

You kept your eyes on the screen, smiling again, as you linked your fingers with hers, moving your arm to tuck your joined hands under the armrest to hide from any wandering eyes. You heard Robin let out a quiet sigh of relief and squeezed her hand slightly, very much looking forward to what was to come for the two of you.

#stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #steve harrington #robin and steve #robin stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things fanfiction

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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✧ 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ‘𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭’ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 ✧

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

> gender neutral, requests are open (thank you to those that have messaged me, I am working on them!)

→ obviously not actually being a grandparent (the age can be whatever reader wants!)

→ usually having a grumpy exterior, doesn’t like ‘soppy’ or heartfelt expressions of emotion.

→ “don’t touch me” (cue cranky face) but everyone loves annoying you

→ probably more than twice you’ve yelled “aye, watch my garden!” and the group teases you nonstop for it. “watch out for y/n lawn!”

“i said GARDEN, not lawn... jesus.”

→ erica likes you the most, she tolerates everyone else but you two understand each other on another level

→ dustin and lucas take it in turn trying to make you laugh, or even crack a smile “knock-knock” “really? a knock-knock joke - c’mon. try harder.”

→ standing up for the group when they’re not around. you think it would be too embarrassing to do it in front of them.

→ have and will punch a bully. hell, you’d love to punch anyone

→ robin laughs at the majority of your comments

→ the kids come to you when steve is in mum mode, usually letting them get away with most things

→ always having freshly baked goods at your house so the group can fuel up. (acts of service would def be your love language).

→ “feet off the table,” you’d murmur and mike would be like “oh yeah, sorry” now everyone makes fun of you for that too

→ will would feel oddly very safe with you, not that you aren’t a safe person, just that it’s odd he connects with you (old souls?)

→ You always say like really odd sayings from the older generation, and no one can understand what you mean. But they come up with their own interpretation because they don’t want ‘the look’ from you if they ask

→ You’d be more of a realist, and wouldn’t associate the upside down with anything ‘magical’, it’s all science to you

→ You have a bag/satchel/backpack that you carry around with at all times. It has first aid (bandaids, gauze, tape, septic/rubbing alcohol etc), water, a flashlight, the book you’re reading at the moment, money (obviously), and a few fake IDs

→ Everyone also leaves their stuff with you

→ You don’t take crap from anyone, I mean they know you’ll say something snarky but really true

→ You love reading and have an immense library (your lucky enough to have parents that also like to read, however, they’re at work a lot and you don’t see them)

→ I can see you having a crush on any of the older members; eddie, steve, robin and/or nancy but you try to hide it

Want to be shipped? Here be the instructions 🦋

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spookyson · 7 months

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Ummm literally just made an account and have no idea how this works. Then found this wip in my docs. I have no idea where I was going with it but it will now see the light of day. Omg I didn't even proofread it pls ignore my typos.

Tim woke up in a bed that was not his own.

Not unusual. He sometimes slept in his parents’ bedroom. It smelt like them and would sometimes feel like being with them. But this wasn’t any bedroom that Tim knew.

It was bigger than his room, with navy walls and dark curtains that covered a window larger than the one he was used to. It was also empty, with a few necessities furnishing the sparseness. Tim’s bedroom had never known emptiness after Mrs Mac had given up on it when Tim was 9.

There were some clothes on the ground. Which was something. He sat up, pucshing off teh soft blanket that gathered at his waits. His bare feet hit the carpeted floor as he continued his research. The clothes on the ground were too big for him. A collared white shirt and charcoal slacks. He found a tie of matching colour under his bed. It reminded him of Dad, this was the sort of thing he wore when he went to the office.

He looked to the closet and found nothing else. More shirts and ties in different shades, a pair of dress shoes, and a plain yellow hoodie. He didn’t know these clothes. Tim glanced down at his current outfit, a loose black shirt with Superman’s symbol on it and a pair of sweatpants he’d folded three times at the hip for them to stay on. The shirt was something he would wear, so maybe…

Batman had protocols for time travel. Nothing that he had ever explicitly told Tim since he was way too busy devising ways to make Tim quit, but files that Tim had read over when he had a minute to spare, The rules were fairly simple, should he go back in time, he was not allowed to inform anyone he knew of the future nor could he change anything. Things were a bit loose on how to proceed if he traveled to the future, but not to ask any questions and seek the quickest way back home was the best summary of the lengthy text.

And, it looked like he was at Wayne Manor. So Batman must be around. He would know how to fix this. And, would Tim be able to meet himself? The adult version?

He fights the urge to grin as he tugs open the bedroom door and makes his way to the cave on silent feet. Batman find it unprofessional. Tim’s never actually been in the family wing before, so he goes into the wrong room. It’s an office, but not Bruce’s. There’s a desk in the middle of the room, a whiteboard tacked to one large wall and an old couch near the doorway. Tim wanders inside. He’s never seen it before. There’s an open laptop on the table, so Tim goes there first. It’s likely locked, and he’s not surprised when he finds a neutral blue screen asking the pincode, what’s actually surprising is the person ID. Tim Drake. This is his laptop.

He doesn’t know why but the first number that comes to him is the day he learnt how to ride a bike. It was nothing super amazing. Some of the other kids in class could do it with no hands, or do wheelies. But Tim was proud. He had figured it out on his own, his father didn’t need to teach him. It baceme the most important date to him for a while.

He taps in the numbers with hesitant fingers and presses the enter key. It’s accepted.

The laptop opens on a video.

“Shit,” says a much older Tim. “You must be 14. Oh god.”

So there's been some manner rouge attack and the outcome of said rounge attack is that Tim's been deaged to 14. Tim is also Red Robin. Tim also doesn't have a spleen. There may also be ninjas attacking him at random in order to seduce him to their evil immortal overlord's side and likely into his bed. He's also the CEO of Wayne Enterprises.

"Yeah, I get that it's a lot. But uh, we've always had to deal with a lot, huh? This is a little different from usual, but eh semantics. So, if you're ever confused about anything, find the phone under your pillow and call a person named Pru, she can help you out with any Leaugue of Assassins business and call Kon if it's about anything else."

Big Tim smiles and it's shocking how similar he looks to Tim. He's not s chubby, he's got sharper eyes and cheekbones and his hair is longer than anything Tim would dare to try, but his smile is the same. It's a little joking, a little happy, and just like the thing Tim had seen on the surface of the Batmobile when Batman told him he did a good job at patrol.

"But you're me, so you got this," says Big Tim. He suddenly looks up over the camera and his expression fades into something neutral. Two seconds pass, Tim hears a door close. "Also, you should get out of the manor as quick as you can. That place wasn't safe for me and it isn't safe for you now. Jason Todd is alive and he hates us. Avoid the Robin in a katana, he's got it out for us too. Bruce can't keep us safe" - Tim notes a miniscule shift in the muscles of Big Tim's jaw - "or won't, if it's possible, he's even harder to read now. Dick is…" Tim watches as his face falls and something that looks alarmingly like a tear wells up in his eyes. "Dick is… We're not the most important thing to him. Don't count on him to have your back, it's better if you ditch before he sees you."

There's a lot to think about. And before he has the time to give any idea in those last few sentences any serious thought. The Tim on screen is already moving on.

"Address, phone, laptop and everything else should be in the hidden compartment above your bed. Feel around for the switch. Get to the apartment and send an email to Tam Fox, use the words 'I am unwell and cannot make it to the office. Please postpone my meetings and cancel the order' she'll know what that means. That should be everything. Good luck, kid. "

The screen cuts to black and Tim's up and moving before he can stew on the contents of the video for too long. It was a selfish thought anyway, that Bruce and Dick and Alfred woul ever love him. He's the replacement for a dead boy, it would have been impossible to live up to him, Tim doesn't know why he tried. And oh god, Jason Todd hates him. The back of his throat burns and he gulps down a swallow, unwilling to let the sounds of his sob infect the silent manor. His hero hates him. The boy he loved the most in the world hates him.

Dick Grayson was an ideal. Something perfect and untouchable, he wasn't actually. Nobody was perfect, But the first Robin and now Nightwing had always given off the aura of untouchable idealility. He was the example to follow, the person everyone strove to be or wanted to be near. In his brief stint as Robin, Tim noticed how he drove people towards them. Bruce didn’t know it, but he was lighter when Dick was around, and Barabara was more likely to join patrols. The older Titans gravitated around him, like planets in his orbit, a product of long-term trust and friendship, but even strangers seemed to know that Dick was all that is good.

Of course, Tim knew that he could never replace Jason as his brother, but in the deepest part of his heart, he had always hoped to become family adjacent. That one day Dick would look at him with the same softness he only reserved for Bruce and Alfred. To know that he could not even trust him… Well, that hurt more than he thought possible.

Through some miracle of God, Tim didn’t cry and managed to find the hidden compartment above his bed. In a square hole the size of a small cabinet he found a slim laptop, a phone, and a thick stack of money bound together by a rubber band. There were no clothes he could switch into, but this Gotham was likely similar to his Gotham, no one would bat an eye at a boy wearing oversized clothes. He found some sneakers in the closet, too big, but he fit them over his feet anyway and snuck out of his room for the second time.

Silence reigned supreme in the manor, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Tim’s house. Big Tim said his house was destroyed in the aftermath of an earthquake that changed a lot of Gotham’s cityscape. The address he found on the phone in his hand was somewhere in the middle of the city, so the second thing he did was call for an Uber in the most silent voice possible. The person on the phone informed him of a twenty-minute wait, which would be plenty of time for Tim to escape Batman’s house and wait outside Drake manor.

The phone was shoved into pockets of his sweatpants, while the money and the laptop rested in a bag he had discovered, and after much exploration, he found what looked to be a family room.

Tim cursed. This may take longer than his estimated time. He set off down another promising hallway, only to stutter to a stop when he heard voices.

“So? ‘S he alright? Baby bird took a pretty bad hit,” says a voice. It’s rough, like the voice of a smoker, and possesses a thick Crime Alley accent. Male.

Tim feels his heart stop when he hears the first man’s companion respond. “Alred says he’s healthy, so we moved him up to his room. Timmy should be waking up soon.”

It’s Dick. No no no- He’s supposed to be avoiding Dick. That’s what Big Tim said to do. He shouldn’t be here. He should be moving.

It’s all for naught because that’s when the men turn the corner and run right into Tim. He runs a quick glance over them. Tall, muscular, and big. One’s bigger than the other and has a white streak through his hair. The other is… it’s Dick. Older, with more lines near his eyes and mouth, but the same person he saw at patrol earlier (or later, depending on who you asked) that day.

The person who didn’t love him. Who didn’t even like him maybe?

Tim can’t help it. When their eyes widen and older Dick takes a step toward him, he bursts into tears.

#batfam #red robin #tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #age regression

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