#Robin is so me fr

[finntheehumaneater]

⭐️Radio Star⭐️ part 1

(Part two)

“I just don’t understand why I’m so nervous!” Robin was rambling, one of her hands flitting around her space in the passenger seat, the other gripping onto Steve’s arm as he tried to focus on driving through the swimming colors and shapes. It hurt, but he wasn’t going to complain. “I’ve been on dates with her before, it’s not like this is any different!” 

Steve squinted at the road slightly, trying to stay on the right side of the yellow lines. His vision was more blurry than normal, but it was fine. If he focused, they wouldn’t crash, and he would fine. He glanced over at her and tired to raise an eyebrow—and failed—which got a choked out laugh out of her. His eyes went back to the road. “I mean…it is your third date…”

He glanced over at Robin again as she squeezed his arm tighter, and through the cloudy-haze in front of him, he could still see the disappointment in her face. “Steve.”

“I’m just saying—,” He started, but she slapped him on the arm lightly and then grabbed onto it again.

“Ew, Steve, no no no. EW,” she said, moving her hands to press them against her face, looking like she wanted to claw her eyeballs out of their sockets, and she might have if Steve hadn’t reached over and gently moved them.

“I’m joking, Robs. You’ll be fine. Relax.” He was trying to sound cool and collected—calm, like he was supposed to be—but Robin could probably see the way that he was squinting, and the way that his voice was a bit strained as he tried to focus. She dropped her hand from his arm, but she had been holding on so hard that it still felt like it was there.

“But what if I start talking about…you know…that. And she gets weirded out and leaves?” Her voice was softer now, but still anxious.

“About—?”

“Don’t say it!” She cut in. “I don’t want to think about it.”

Steve sighed. He knew what she meant. He didn’t like thinking about it either, but still. It had to be talked about eventually, right? Come to think of it, they hadn’t really discussed it since they had gotten out. It was traumatic, and honestly? It felt kind of weird that they had stayed in contact afterwards—and that they had gotten this close, because he could still see that version of Robin sometimes when he looked at her. The one where she made herself smaller and her eyes got wide, and she stopped talking completely. She didn’t do that when she was anxious, she did it when she was scared. “I’ll help you then, alright? Make sure you don’t let slip about….you know.”

He deepened his voice at the end, trying to sound ominous, but voices were never his thing. Still, he heard Robin giggle slightly before she sighed, too. “Okay. Good. I just don’t want her to think that I’m weird for not being over this already. It happened two years ago, Steve.”

“I’m aware of how much time has passed, yes, but—some things are hard to get over. Especially what we’ve been through, okay? You’re not broken or anything for being mad at yourself over this. I am too. And it’s something we’re working on. Right?” He gave her a quick pointed look, and the car swerved slightly, so he looked back. Shit.

“I know, I know. But we’re also working on other things.” She muttered, poking him in the arm, which made him wince. He was going to have a bruise from all this.

“Sorry, Bobby, I have a reputation to uphold—“

“Does that reputation involve crashing the car and killing us?”

He went silent at that. She had a point…

He could practically hear Robin smiling, even though he wasn’t looking at her—because for now he had decided to keep his eye solely on the road—when she said, “We’ll talk more about this after my date. Agreed?”

“Yeah. Sure.”

They were supposed to meet up with Vickie at this little coffee shop near the record store that Robin’s friend Chrissy worked at. It was little, with a lot of plants everywhere that were dying slightly in the October breeze, and a chubby black cat curled up on one of the tables. So of course that’s the one where Robin chose to sit, even though she knew Steve was allergic. 

“Seriously?” Steve whined, giving her fake pout, because now he would be banished to some other table and have to sit alone. 

“Sorry, Steven, but he’s just a baby,” Robin stated simply, shrugging and smoothing her hand over the cat’s fur, as if that made up for all of this. The cat lifted its head up and mewed, pushing its face into Robin’s hand, who giggled and kept petting it.

Steve huffed and sat down at the table next to her, sitting at the far chair. He didn’t want to be coughing and all red while Robin was on a date, because that would be embarrassing. People already thought that he was weird enough for accompanying his best friend on her dates—purposefully putting himself in the role of the awkward-third-wheel—but in truth? Robin was nervous and flighty, and if it were up to her, she would just leave the second things got slightly awkward, even if it didn’t mean the date was over yet.

That’s why Vickie was perfect for her, because she also never stopped talking, just like Robin, who was now cooing and murmuring to the cat, its little face squished between her palms as she kissed all over it, just to cough and spit out cat hair. Yeah, Steve wasn’t going to let her touch him until she had washed her hands. Thoroughly, at that. 

She looked over at him and grinned her hand fidgeting in the air slightly. “Steve, look.”

“I’m looking, Robs. It’s a cat.”

She gasped and covered the cat’s ears with her hands, kissing him on the nose again. “He is not just a cat, Stefan, he is a baby.”

“You do realize that ‘Steve’ isn’t short for anything, right? It’s just Steve,” He muttered, rolling his eyes and shrinking down slightly on his chair. It was a nice looking chair—kind of a soft, light green, with an out-of-date looking floral print. Little pink flowers. He liked little pink flowers, they were cool.

Standing up, and ignoring Robin as she was still talking to the cat and not him—“Where’s Stevie going, hm? Is he leaving? Where’s he going, baby? He’s abandoning us, you poor thing…”—he went up to the counter to get himself a drink. It was going to be a long day for him, with effectively two Robin’s babbling around him all afternoon. 

There was no-one behind the counter, so he waited there for a moment, looking around. The only other person here was a guy sitting in the corner with his head down, a book out in front of him, occasionally glancing over at Robin and the cat with a small smile on his face. It was a wonder Steve hadn’t noticed him before, and honestly, he was kind of happy that he hadn’t, because now he was just standing there and staring like an idiot. His hair was long and brown, curly, but not natural curly—like he had gotten a perm or something—and he had tattoos on his arms. Maybe more that Steve couldn’t see—which, no, he was not going to think about that, fuck, his face is so red now—

After a few more seconds of gawking, the guy's head snapped up and his eyes widened. “Shit—,” he rushed out, scrambling up and over to Steve, who stepped out of his way as he scrambled over the counter and nearly tripped as he stood up fully, his hair falling into his eyes. He didn’t look like he worked there—wearing a Metallica t-shirt (Steve had no idea what that was. A band, by the looks of it) and ripped black jeans, with a shit ton of chains and rings all over him. He looked a bit out of breath, but just cleared his throat and leaned on his elbows on the counter, smiling. “What do you want?”

“Oh, uh…I…a coffe?” Steve stuttered out, still a bit shocked and lost for words as to what the fuck just happened. 

The guy tilted his head and his smile got a bit wider. “Okay. What kind of coffee?”

“I—no, I don’t like coffee. Do you have, like…Hot Chocolate or something?” Why had he asked for coffee? Robin had coffee every morning (except today because he wouldn’t let her. She didn’t need more sugar since she was probably going to drink some here, with Vickie) not him. Fuck.

“You don’t like coffee? Are you sure? I think it tastes fine,” The guy said, shrugging and tugging on one of his curls like he was trying to hide behind it. 

“Well, that’s good for you.” Steve said, giving him a small smile. The guy looked at him for a few more seconds, just enough time for Steve’s face to get even more red, before straightening up with a nervous laugh and going to make his drink. 

It took him a while, because he kept fumbling with the cup and dropping things, tripping over his feet, while quietly singing under his breath and drumming on the counter with his fingers. This guy was a mess. But it was kind of cute. Wait, no, it wasn’t. Why would Steve think that? That was weird. It wasn’t cute, he was cute. No, that’s even worse.

Eventually, the guy spun around, looking Steve over with a stupid—yet sort of endearing?—grin on his face. “Name?”

Steve just stood there. “Hm?”

“For the order. I need your name, sweetheart.” 

And if that didn’t just make Steve want to run out of there and back into his car. But, alas, he couldn’t leave Robin alone or she might try to steal the cat she was still messing with. “I’m like—the only person here?”

The guy shrugged, spinning around a bit, his hands messing with the hem of his shirt as he faced Steve once again. “Still. Need to professional.”

Steve was pretty sure nothing this guy had done had been professional, but whatever. “Steve? Steve Harrington.”

“Aw, cute name. Okay—“ He rushed off to get the drink, but instead of just handing it to Steve, he walked over to the pick-up counter and pretended to look around the room. “Order for Steve?”

Steve laughed slightly, but it was more of a confused laugh than a happy one. He walked over and went to take the drink, but the guy pulled it to his chest, squinting at him, trying to be serious—although there was a small smile at the corner of his mouth. “Are you Steve?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure?”

Steve froze, his expression faltering slightly as he cleared his throat. That poked a sore spot that he didn’t like to think about. “Yeah,” He said quietly, looking away for a moment and clearing his throat. “I’m sure.” He knew that the guy was just messing around, but he couldn’t help it.

The guy handed him the drink and looked Steve over, his smile dropping slightly. “Sorry about that. I know I can be a bit much sometimes, so if I said something to offend you just know that I totally do not think before I talk. Ever. And it was an accident. Sorry.”

“It’s okay!” Steve said quickly, his face flushing as he looked down to where the guy had written ‘Steve :)’ on the side of the cup, and had checked off all of the boxes just to check them off, even if the things didn’t apply to the Hot Chocolate. “I’m just kind of tired today, sorry.” 

He was lying, and the guy probably knew. But he didn’t say anything. Steve really wished people would stop doing that to him—knowing that there was a problem but not pushing to know what it was, because he just needed someone to force him to talk about everything that had happened, or he was going to melt into a pile of bloody goop. Then again, this poor guy probably didn’t want to hear some stranger rant about his unfortunate and traumatic life. He was a barista, not a therapist. And Steve refused to see a therapist. For personal reasons that Robin despised (even though she didn’t want to see one, either).

“I’m Eddie.” The guy—Eddie, that’s a nice name—offered, shrugging slightly and messing with the thick silver rings on his fingers. Steve tried not to stare at his hands so much. They looked nice. Fuck, Steve, normal thoughts, think normal thoughts—, he chided himself internally, shaking his head slightly, which made Eddie give him a confused look. 

“I like that name. Eddie, it’s, uh, it’s nice.” Eddie nodded and his smile came back in full force as he bounced slightly on his feet. “Thanks! You go enjoy your drink, I’ll be okay over here all by my lonesome.” 

“Cool.” Steve said quietly, and then punched himself inside for that. Which technically could have killed him, because the doctor said if got any more blunt-force trauma,  he was likely to not survive, but right at this moment, he really wanted to shrivel up and rot in the corner.

He walked back and sat down. Fuck. This really was going to be a long day.

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Taglist:

@an-atlas-or-other (because I wrote this since you said I should post it before.)

@strangersteddierthings (because I showed you a snippet of it for the WIP Wednesday thing. If you want to be taken off the taglist lmk, but I thought you might like to see the full bit)

[timdrakeslawyer]

how did bruce even know tim would look at that exact moment he’s such a dad catching tim like that…

[baeshijima]

if anyone asks

tell them ive ascended to heaven

[livingdeadvoid]

Damian: I wish for Jonathan Kent to return my feelings

Tim, pouring water into his bowl of cereal: on griddy??

[musicalchaos07]

Justice for Argyle tbh

[punkeropercyjackson]

I never wanna see content of younger Tim helping post-Utrh Jason redeem himself and being his best friend amongst his siblings as if Duke dosen't exist

[mister-anomaly]

two of my fav scribbles from lesbian visibility week! featuring transfem steddie and buckingham !! <3

[snowangeldotmp3]

tw; depression

“It’s just—do you ever feel like—what am I saying? You used to be King Steve, of course you don’t know.”

“Rob…”

She screws her eyes shut, and tries again. “Do you ever feel like you don’t belong?”

“What?”

“Like it’s fine most of the time, it doesn’t even really bother you, but there are moments where you realize that you don’t fit like you should and you just—you know it. I can’t explain it. I get it, I wasn’t here for a lot of the shit that went down with all of you but, I don’t see how I fit into the equation anymore.”

What if there’s something about me that drives people away?

She sniffles, silently cursing herself for doing so. “Or it’s like, I know it can’t last forever. I can feel the expiration date creeping up on me. I’m the odd one out, I’ve been here the least amount of time and I don’t even add anything important to the group. You all have something, I’m just the girl who speaks different languages and rambles too much for her own good,” she pauses, taking a deep breath to stop the burning in her lungs. “I don’t wanna lose you guys because you guys are all great and you’re my best friend in the world but it’s—it’s a feeling I can’t shake. Like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop and this has been one big joke or—do you remember last summer? What I said right before we got truth serumed?”

She wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t remember, getting drugged and then the…everything else after that, but she can see his brows thread together, trying to sift through his own memories of last summer—tied together in chairs thinking they were both going to die in that stupid, stupid mall. He shakes his head. The familiar numbness takes over Robin; a detachment. Hollow. She plays with her rings.

“My whole life feels like one big error,” she repeats, in the same intonation as she had that night. She laughs, wryly, ignoring the burn of tears behind her eyes. Steve’s face drops, eyes softening. Robin can’t look at him.

“Rob,” he says, placing his hands over hers. His voice is wet when he speaks. “You aren’t an error, Robin.”

“It just feels like—”

“No, Robin,” Steve says firmly. “You’re right, I don’t really know how you feel. I don’t know what that’s like. But I know that you aren’t an error. You aren’t the odd one out."

[themgfujoshi]

Drew the sillies hehehe

[roseandgold137]

Star redesign incoming 💥💥💥

[munsster]

redemption make out sesh

A/N: if you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, my inbox is so lonely, i think they wants a reuqest or two, especially for handsome people like steve and robin and eddie 🤲

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You go a little green when Robin mentions the girl she used to have a crush on. 1.1k words

Warnings: i am so so gay for her, fluff, minor jealousy, kissing *gasp* in public *dun dun dunnnn*

Steve groans when your beat up Volvo bustles into an employees only spot out front. Saturday afternoon, three fifteen sharp, with your boots laced and your smile wide, trudging up the walkway with a bouquet in hand.

“Hey, heartthrob,” you coo, winking at Steve who deflects you to a humming Robin shuffling around the back of the store, arms cradling a mess of sleeper tapes. You pluck a blush rose from the edge of the small, baby pink arrangement, holding it out for him and clicking your tongue when he rolls his eyes and reluctantly accepts. “One day, Harrington, you’ll realize how truly perfect I am.”

“Would you just go make out with your girlfriend already?”

“Sure thing, bossman,” you tease, patting his shoulder and skipping your way between the short aisles before tip-toeing up behind Robin and reaching over her shoulder to present the flowers for her with a quiet, “ta-dah!”

“You didn’t,” she gasps, stacking her last movie and turning to face you, doe-eyed and tugging you close by the belt loops. You set the bouquet atop one of the empty metal shelves and buzz through the tips of your fingers and nose.

“Felt bad I couldn’t make it to your rally,” you sigh, leaning into her when she presses a smiley kiss to your cheek. “How’d it go? Did you totally rock our beloved fight song?”

“Oh, absolutely”—she’s beaming when she links her fingers between yours with a tight squeeze, and you push a hand through her fluffed hair—“We won, too, which means we’ll play again next week, and—oh, Tammy—you remember Tammy? Well, she sang before the game, which is actually really funny because—”

“Because you used to be kind of obsessed with her?” you say, heart thudding like a panicky bird in your chest. You shy away a little because know everything there is to know about Tammy Thompson, but the fact that tops the list is that for almost an entire year, she was all Robin would talk about. And you listened while she rambled on about this untouchable, unbelievably gorgeous angel always somehow sitting in her direct line of sight. For a year.

“I wouldn’t say obsessed. I had a slight crush on her; maybe that’s more… palatable.”

Robin shrugs. You smile through a tender-footed grimace, fiddling with the small round button pinned to her vest and mumbling, “maybe” between yourself and the feeling you’re not telling her something she already knows. Both of her hands slip around the waist of your jeans until she’s leaning against the back wall, and you’re leaning against her while picking at your chipped, green nail polish.

The tension between her brows dissipates a little when you gnaw at your inner cheek because she’s seen this kind of insecurity before. Felt it, too. That knowing even when there’s nothing to know. The thinking when everything in your head may very well be wrong, based on an absentminded conclusion. And right now, it is.

She snorts and brings a hand to cover her mouth when you squint at her and playfully grit your teeth.

“What’s so funny, Buckley?”

You’re screwed with her forehead resting on your shoulder, shaking her head and keeping you wound around her little finger. It’s so unfair how easy it is for her to get you to melt. And you always let her know: damp hand-in-hand or taking a staunch deep breath or going bleary eyed at a compliment.

“Nothing,” she chuckles, “you’re really cute when you’re jealous.”

It’s so sweet when you think you can hide your shyness when you shift and cross your arms over your chest. When you rub at the nape of your neck and look to the side. When you get all timid and putty, but she’s only been a little coy. It’s not her fault you’re crumpling against her.

“Am not… jealous.”

She lifts her head to cock a brow at you.

“Oh, yes, you are. You can’t even say it!”

“Shush, irrelevant.”

“Just admit it, you’re jealous of a tone-deaf straight girl with a serious ego problem,” Robin says, nudging you closer, fiddling with your back pocket. And she looks so sure of herself. Of you. Half-lidded and public and slumping a little to make sure you see when when she licks her lips. But you duck your head, hot in the face, your fist clenched at her side.

“Just… jealous of the way you talk about her—”

“Used to talk about her,” she says, hinting at a grin when you glance up to find she’s nearer than before. And her perfume is smooth enough to gulp down, lilting a slow vanilla and chamomile, like late summer daybreak and lazy walks in the park. And you have to admit, she’s right. This is the first time you’ve heard about Tammy Thompson since last spring when Robin started to linger closer. Borrow your chapstick and split milkshakes on Fridays and hold your hand when you got sick. Talk faster and choose the seat next to you more often than not.

“But still,” you whisper. So she tilts her head, your lashes fluttering and your palms curved around her corduroy hips because she’s a breath away, lips taunting your glittery gloss mouth with a smirk. She likes when you march into the store in your faux motorcycle boots, high-waisted jean shorts rolled up your thighs, polo tucked in and unbuttoned once so she can see the small heart-shaped necklace you wear for her.

“C’mon. You know you’re my favorite.”

She’s awfully conniving getting you to open your mouth like this, pressing closer until there’s nowhere else to go but together. And so you wind your fingers into her hair and grin into her mouth when your teeth mash a little. But then you find your footing, and it’s so easy with her. Each sigh ringing in your ears, and she drags her delicate fingertips down your arm and around your back, holding you still while you kiss her. And she kisses you.

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[leafyforreal]

thinking about how the one time dick has a say in who gets to be robin the fandom bashes him to hell bc how daaare dick take his own mantle away from tiiiim (the guy who stole it) now he's saaaad :(

[p1nqu3]

the duality of a woman

left bubble says “Come eat.” right bubble says “Don’t waste your food.”

[rillette]

You have only correct opinions on young Jason Todd thank you so much for sharing them this is the young Jason content my heart has been yearning for for tears thank you so much.

TYSM!!!! thats very sweet of you to say <3

[toxicyaoibeliever]

I wish I could like, make some smart character analysis of Dick Grayson but in my mind there’s just “I love him” going on a loop.

Sometimes I feel a little insane abt him. Idk how to explain it, but sometimes it feels like he’s all I can think of but the thoughts aren’t coherent. They’re just a mess of “omg omg omg I love him i love him omg omg jesus fucking- omg omg he’s just he’s just he’s just he’s just he’s just”

like, why can’t I think smart things abt how he is so self sacrificing and how he wouldn’t exchange what he has to bring back his parents and he thinks Bruce would and how he just blames everything on himself and how he cannot kill and I hate the fanfics where he kills the joker because that would wreck him so much and and and and and and

[beanghostprincess]

I have a hc that Sanji (kind of) sees his mother in Robin- like, they're different but also similar and Robin has a motherly energy to him and she fells just like Sora to him and- Robin knows but don't say anything and even likes to know Sanji fells this safe with her

(Idk why I'm saying this now- I'm sorry. I am sick. And I am in my period too. And I also can't go to work today bc I'm sick so-)

NONO PLEASE I NEED MORE OF ROBIN AND SANJI!!!!! I LOVE THEM BOTH SO DAMN MUCH!!!!!!!!!! IT'S SUCH A GREAT THOUGHT!!!!!!!!!

I imagine Sanji having nightmares. Not every day but, like, it happens a lot. Sanji can't fall back asleep then, so he always ends up in the kitchen cooking or just smoking until somebody wakes up. He's shaking and really, really trying to distract himself because otherwise, he'll have a panic attack. This thing usually happens around 3 am, for example, depending on the day, and since Robin wakes up pretty early (5 am) it's just normal that they find each other in the kitchen. I just love the thought of Sanji trying to act like everything's fine but it's obvious he hasn't slept and he doesn't even want breakfast when Robin asks if he wants to make something for himself too (while he's cooking for her). They just sit in silence for a while but she knows something's wrong. She says something about not having to deal with the burden of her past alone anymore, now that she's with them, and that Sanji should do the same. But it's out of nowhere and what is he supposed to do with that? So he just nods and tries to avoid it, but at least Robin is happy he eats when she tells him to grab something from her plate.

When he fights with Zoro, sometimes it's too much. It's stupid, really. Their whole relationship is just constant bickering and arguments without end. But sometimes he gets too stressed and too overwhelmed and it's just too much, so he ends up leaving to a quiet place instead of saying something he might end up regretting. They argue, but he doesn't actually hate the damn swordsman, goddammit. Somehow, Robin is always there. She always lets him rant and rant about these things, and even if she just makes a sweet comment in the end that Sanji has a hard time deciphering, it's more than enough to calm him down.

Things get... A lot worse sometimes. Somedays, Sanji just won't eat. Or act like himself. Or shower. Or, well, anything. Sometimes he's more irritable and it's quite obvious that something is wrong, but he never lets people around him help. And Robin notices, because she has been there. She isn't a mind reader, but she notices when somebody is thinking about death when she sees one. This only happens in private and not a lot of times, but Sanji lets himself cry when Robin is there. And she hugs him and it's warm and she smells so much like his mom it just makes him cry harder. She's so sweet and soothing and she keeps kissing his forehead and saying that he'll be fine. That it's just a rough time, but he'll be okay with them.

Sanji can't handle alcohol, by the way. He sucks at drinking. Horrible drinker. He has a bit of Rum or Vodka or whatever, even a fucking beer and he's already feeling a bit dizzy. He says not to worry because he handles it perfectly, but uhhh, nope. He's a lightweight and he's an honest drunk who won't stop having breakdowns and the minimum sign of affection. So he always ends up crying in Robin's lap while she caresses his hair and lets him rant drunkenly for hours. She's there to calm him down when he throws up too. Poor boy.

When he has his gender crisis or his sexuality crisis or he has a crush or whatever, somehow he always ends up talking to Robin. It's a habit now, talking to her whenever he needs advice, and she always manages to give him the perfect support every time. Even if he's stubborn and panics every time he thinks about his true feelings, she's always there to catch him when he falls and when he doesn't know what to do.

Robin is also very protective of him, especially since Wano happened. If she sees a girl going to fight Sanji she stands in the way and helps him out. She knows he doesn't have the heart to harm them, and she's proud of him for asking for help whenever he needs it.

Not to mention that she loves it. She loves being his support. She loves taking care of him and helping him out. I mean, to her, Sanji is so young (they only have a 9-year age gap but you know what I mean. Also different lives and positions of power in their lives. She's just way more mature) and inexperienced and she's so glad he trusts her enough to let her help. I think about their Wano scene every day of my life, I swear.