Daily affirmations:
You are enough
You are loved
You are forgiven
Your logic is the absolute
His pity parties simply harm these chances at an apt repute
You are beautiful
You're a simple, cycnical machine
Although, alternatively, if that's not your style;
You can do this!!
I believe in you
You are just a boy, you see
You're weak. And also vile
You're needed if we're to stay alive
You're half of a hollow mans lies
I have more!!
You are thankful
You are worthy
You answer to me
You're not nearly kind enough to leave these parasites inside you
You are YOU
You're enough!!
YOU MUST BE SO ARROGANT TO THINK THAT EITHER OF YOU CAN CONTROL THE SOUL SO WHOLLY--
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Look, I know the whole Batman run with Jason has been utter trash. From the unhinged fear toxin / lobotomy Bruce gave Jason in Gotham War to whatever goofy-ass Lazarus death nonsense is going on now. But! But can we just take a minute to appreciate the absolute Jason whump possibilities?
Just imagine that Bruce and Jason concoct this dumbass plan of Jason dying again, but no one tells Dick? And what if maybe the Lazarus resin is on the slow side to work? And remember how pissed Jason was at Dick for faking his death? I’m just saying - the story may be stupid, but the possibilities are great. Also, pit madness fallout? (I know put madness is not a canonical thing but it’s still fun to play with.)
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Soft Touch Baby
Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10 | Pt 11 | Pt 12 | Pt 13 | Pt 14 | Pt 15 | Pt 16 | Eddie’s POV | Song | ao3
After that discussion, Steve notices that Robin touches him more. It’s great, more than great, his soul feels like it’s settling more in his body.
What isn’t great is it seems like Eddie’s figured out the same thing, and thinks it applies to him, too. While he’s not wrong, not in any sense of the word, Steve has enough to do just to not squirm when they’re near each other, let alone touching.
This is probably what Robin means when she rolls her eyes with a shit-eating grin and murmurs, “Gay panic?”
Too bad for her Steve knows her, so he just leans back and whispers, “Bi panic, and no.”
She snorts and responds, “Eddie panic, then,” and curse her, because he knows that she knows that he doesn’t have a response.
“Shut up,” he mutters, face turning red, and she cackles as she pats his shoulder.
“Coke, anyone?” She asks, standing, holding up both her hands when everyone starts yelling. “Whoa, whoa,” she said. “One person here. Two hands. Steve, Eddie, help.”
It’s not a request, like she knows they’ll drop everything to help her, and… they do. Eddie jumps up with his usual enthusiasm. Steve stands slower, glaring at Robin until she turns the look back on him.
“I hate you,” he mutters on the way to the kitchen, and she just laughs.
“Love you too, dingus.”
Eddie’s already got his head in the fridge by the time they get to the kitchen. “Steve, another beer?”
Steve hums. “Think I’ll do a Coke instead.”
“Of course, my liege,” he says, spinning around on one knee to offer the bottle to Steve. Steve holds in a snort.
“Thanks. You’re welcome to a beer if you want it.”
Eddie makes a face. “Probably shouldn’t, I’m gonna have to drive home after this. You got Sprite anywhere in this big fancy kitchen of yours?”
“If it’s not in that cabinet, you’re out of luck. You’re welcome to stay the night, if you do decide on the beer.” Robin gives him an appraising look, and he lifts his chin back at her. He’s not completely hopeless.
Eddie looks at him in a way he doesn’t exactly want to think about yet but will definitely think about later. Like tonight. “I might,” he says softly, devoid of his usual chaotic energy.
Steve inclines his head. “Just let me know. Or I could drive you home.“
Eddie narrows his eyes. Steve’s brain chooses this moment to realize Robin is no longer in the kitchen, that they’re alone, that Eddie is closer than he has any right to be, that Steve isn’t backing away. That Steve doesn’t want to back away. “You, Steve Harrington, are something else.”
Steve’s brain chooses to take that as a compliment and make him blush. He doesn’t say anything, breaks eye contact but doesn’t back away. Finally, his brain thinks of something. “There are many different kinds of armor.”
Eddie stills for a moment, stares at Steve, then nods. “It’s usually the loneliest thing of all, huh?”
Steve huffs a dry laugh in agreement, watching as Eddie moves away, back to the fridge to grab a bottle. “Think I will have that beer after all, if the couch offer is still open.”
“No,” Steve says without thinking, only realizing how it sounds when Eddie starts to shut down. “No, wait, sorry, I meant not the couch, I wouldn’t make you sleep there, I have…” he waves a hand around, “spare rooms. Beds.”
“Oh,” Eddie says, opening up again. Steve’s brain chooses to compare him to a flower, which, could his brain be any gayer in this moment?
“Oi, Thing One and Thing Two,” Robin calls, and Steve realizes when Eddie starts and backs up that they were really close to each other. Steve looks away, glancing back briefly, before moving to grab a Coke for Dustin.
“Hold your horses,” Steve calls back, but the moment’s broken and he’s not brave enough to try to fix it.
Pt 3
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