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lazylittledragon · 9 hours
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'i'll just do a couple of doodles of mombin™/platonic stobin parents' nevermind, borderline graphic novel
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stevieschrodinger · 2 days
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Everyone is stoned. Just. So stoned. Eddie brought over the good stuff. The TV's been stuck on static for like, forty minutes, but no one can be bothered to move.
"You shut up Steven, you've practically dated everyone in the room."
"Robs. Robs. We never. Not even prac-ti-cly."
"Yeap, yeap, you asked me-"
Steve huffs, "we were drugged and in a bathroom, and doesn't count. Said no."
"But I nearly said yes. So you've nearly dated everyone," Robin tells him confidently.
Steve's vaguely aware of either Nancy or Eddie making a noise at that revelation, but he's not looking at where they're lying on the floor, so he doesn't know which of them it was.
And for a split second, Steve's back there. Drugged, confused, sitting in a bathroom and absolutely certain that he's in love with Robin, "you never told me that."
She shrugs, she shrugs like it's nothing, like she hasn't just turned Steve upside down a little bit, "I only figured it for a second, but I thought, if there was someone I could...fake it with. It would be you."
And there's just so many things she's not saying there. That don't need to be said. About the world and why she would consider that. Too many things for Steve to process. And Steve's crying, he doesn't even know why really, just big feelings that he can't define. A life they nearly had that would have been a lie, but still a forever with Robin. He's got a lapful of Rob now, and he holds her so tight, so so tight. And he knows Eddie is there, rubbing his back, and Nancy is doing the same for Robin.
And he kind of thinks that things do just work out.
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piratefishmama · 12 hours
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No upside down but they still found each other AU where once they get out of Hawkins and move into a little apartment together in the city, Stobin set up a 'date night' routine once a week.
Obviously not a typical date night cause Platonic with a capital P, but they alternate each week who gets to plan the date night activities meaning they both get to do something fun, interesting, exciting, and potentially ridiculous that they themselves wouldn't have thought of.
One such date night, on Robin's turn to plan, is a relatively cheap art exhibition at a local small time independent gallery, focusing on portraits of people the artist has seen around the city, quickly sketched, then painted afterwards.
Her most recent crush had suggested she attend it as her best friend was the artist and was absolutely shitting it over revealing his work to the public that'd inspired those works, certain that everyone would hate them.
They get dressed up, ready to play the part of Fancy Art Connoisseurs, Steve ready to meet and big up Robin to this cute girl Robin had gushed about endlessly as the best wingman ever
Only for them both to wind up stuck one one particular painting titled and described:
E. Munson Angel Incognito Oil on Canvas, The most beautiful man i've ever seen in my life. I was certain i'd seen an angel.
It's Steve.
Sitting in the park, feeding the birds, painted to look... ethereal. Moles dotted with gold, sunlight hitting his soft hair just so, catching the rim of his glasses.
And Robin is immediately on a mission to be the best wingwoman ever because this is NO LONGER about her crush on Chrissy dammit she MUST find this artist, present Steve to him, and "now KISS" smush them both together like barbie dolls.
Good thing Eddie is nearby.
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lavenderstobins · 3 days
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they’re just normal men
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hawkinsincorrect · 2 days
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Steve: I think I know what would cheer you up: a little gossip.
Robin: I hate gossip.
Robin: ...Who's it about?
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estrellami-1 · 1 day
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If I Should Stay
Part 1 | . . . | Part 67 | Part 68
Steve barges inside and shuts the door as gently as he can. “Robs,” he says, then pauses. “Alli. I dunno. Just-” he shakes his head and heads upstairs without another word, missing the worried glance the girls share as they hurry to follow him.
Allison hesitantly knocks on his bedroom door, which he’d just disappeared behind. “Bubba?”
“Yeah,” he answers, but doesn’t open the door.
“Can we come in?” Robin asks.
He huffs an approximation of a laugh. “Since when do you ask?”
She parrots the quasi-laugh and opens the door, plopping down on the floor next to him. “Since it’s your room, dingus.” She nudges his shoulder with hers. “Wanna talk about it?”
He shrugs and brings his legs up to hug. “She’s not coming on this one.”
“That’s probably a good thing-”
“Neither is Jon.”
“And this was-”
“Her request. Yeah.”
Robin breathes out a long, slow breath. “That’s hard.”
“Yeah.”
Alli sits on his other side. “You okay, bubba?”
Steve tips over into her, lets her wrap him in a hug. “I dunno.”
Alli hums. “Sounds about right. Can you think of anything that’ll help right now, in the moment?”
Steve sighs. “This. I just need to get out of my head for a minute.” He tucks his face into her neck with another sigh. “I’m gonna sound like the sappiest person on the planet for saying this, but-”
Robin squeezes his thigh. “I’ll go get him.”
A minute later, a different kind of warmth is settling next to him. “I’m gonna be honest,” Eddie starts, “I don’t really know how to help right now.”
Steve sits up and squeezes Alli’s hand, accepting the forehead kiss before she leaves, closing his door behind her. Without looking, Steve takes Eddie’s hand. He leans his head back against his bed and shuts his eyes with a tired sigh. “Just sit here with me?”
“I can do that,” Eddie answers. “D’you want silence? Or d’you want me to talk?”
“Talk,” Steve decides. “Take my mind off of it. Please.”
“Sure,” Eddie says, shifting up onto his knees, but leaving his hand in Steve’s so he can continue to play with the rings. Steve’s heart squeezes. “But what to talk about? Shall I regale you with the tale of how the illustrious Party defeated the monstrous Vecna? Or perhaps my liege requires a softer tale, such as one from his humble bard’s even humbler youth?”
Steve manages a smile as he looks at Eddie. “You’d tell me embarrassing stories of you as a kid?”
“Woah now,” Eddie smiles, “I never said embarrassing.” He pauses for a minute, then, “But yeah, I’d tell you embarrassing stories of me as a kid.”
Steve bites his lip, twirls a ring around Eddie’s finger, and nods.
Eddie chuckles and gets comfortable, sitting next to Steve, shoulders and arms and legs brushing. “Alright, let me think. Did I ever tell you about the time I tried to tame a raccoon?”
“No.”
“I was probably twelve, or somewhere around there. Way too old to try, I definitely knew better, but I tried anyways. I’d just started living with Wayne and still wasn’t really sure if I belonged, y’know? And there was this raccoon that lived under the porch, y’know that boarded-up place right about where the couch is?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it lived under there. That’s why it’s boarded up, actually, but that happened later. So I decided, in all my twelve-year-old wisdom, the way to lure it out was to offer it food.”
Steve hums. “Bet it worked.”
Eddie snickers. “Well, yeah, but raccoons are smart. Smarter than twelve-year-old Eddie, apparently, because I had the bright idea to hide just inside the door, right? Except I got bored before it came out, and I went to go do my own thing, and I completely forgot about it. And y’know what Wayne found when he got home from work?” Steve hums. “An empty plate. I’m talking spotless, Stevie, that raccoon licked it clean and hid back in its hidey-hole. So I try again the next day. This time, though, I leave the plate of food out there and sit in front of the open door with a book.”
“Oh, I’m sure that worked well,” Steve mutters, smile playing at his lips.
Eddie snickers. “Well, it did work. I did get a chance to see the raccoon, up close and personal. It decided it was done taking food off the plate. It wanted the good stuff, in the kitchen, past the open door, guarded by a twelve-year-old with more ideas than sense and a book.”
“Oh no.”
“Yup. Ran straight past me. Y’know what I did?”
Steve’s grinning now. “What?”
“Hid in my room ‘till Wayne got back.”
Steve barks out a laugh, then covers his mouth, still giggling. “You didn’t!”
“I did! I was sure Wayne was gonna take one look at the mess and kick me out. We had a talk, alright, but he didn’t kick me out, and I never tried that again, I’ll tell you right now.”
Steve giggles more. “You’re crazy.”
Eddie grins, nudges Steve’s shoulder with his own. “Yeah, but you’re feeling better, aren’t you?”
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oh-stars · 3 days
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Who Did This To You?
Black Eye
a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 1,299 words | CW: injury | Rating: T
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The front door creaks open so slowly the hinges whine the loudest he’s ever heard them. Steve can’t help but turn the burner down on the stove and poke his head around the cabinets to see why. “Robbie? You okay?” They’ve shared this apartment for long enough that they both know how to open the door without it creaking so loud, and yet here they are. 
She’s got her back turned to him as she peels off her heels and puts her coat and bag on the rack “Totally fine,” she calls, not turning her head. This is all fine and well until she starts walking backward toward the hallway. 
“Hold it,” he says, a hand out to stop her. He presses firmly on her back, pressure moving from fingertips to the heel of his hand in case she tries to make a run for it. “What’s going on?” 
“Nothing!” 
“Liar.” 
She groans and covers her face with her hands as she turns to him. “Can’t a girl go rot in bed after work in peace?”
Steve puts his hands on his hips. “Not when you’re acting suspicious. C’mon dude, just tell me what’s going on and I’ll leave you alone. Scout’s honor.” He even holds up the three fingers, not that she sees it. 
Robin doesn’t move her hands. “Nothing happened,” she says, on the edge of hysterics, “it was a totally normal day at the museum and I’m wiped from all the history I had to shove down fifth graders’ throats today. So if you don’t mind, I’d really like to–” 
His stomach drops. 
As Robin’s rambling, trying to make a quick exit, her fingers move slightly on her face and he can just make out the familiar edges of a bruise. A bruise that’s just under her eyebrow on her right eye and probably extends lower. 
Without thinking, Steve snatches Robin’s hands away, his fingers wrapped firm enough to move her but not enough to keep her in place, so he can see the full damage. It’s a black eye, a nasty one at that. There’s a small cut on her nose and the swelling looks pretty rough. 
“Who did this to you?” Steve asks as he moves her face gently into the light so he can get a proper look. 
Robin’s face turns bright red. “Noone!” 
“Robin,” Steve warns, “I’m serious.” 
“So am I!” Robin says, pushing her way out of his hands. She starts pacing, hands emphasizing her points as she starts to explain. “Do you know in school how those big, long tables in the cafeteria fold up? And at the very center there’s a gap and all the levers and stuff to pull the tables up?” She waits for two seconds for Steve to nod, then barrels on. “Right so I was sitting at the middle of the table in the cafeteria today and our tables aren’t as long as a schools but they still fold up and Bianca was sitting across from me. You know how stupid she makes me feel,” she whines. 
“You drop three IQ points,” Steve says, nodding despite the confusion on his face. “And you can’t keep your balance for shit.” 
“Exactly,” Robin groans. “So you can imagine how much of a disaster I was with one-on-one time with her! She’s just so pretty, Steve, and I was making her laugh! In, like, a good way! But we were also working through lunch, because we’re both workaholics and this project is a nightmare with how close the deadline is, so it’s better to just work through it. But I’m clumsy, I’m a walking hazard, so of course as I’m explaining my plan for the new tour and what changes I think it needs, my pen flies out of my hand.” 
“Oh no,” Steve says, pinching the bridge of his nose as his shoulders relax with the leftover tension in his body now dissolving. “Tell me you didn’t.” 
Robin stops her pacing to fall back onto the couch with an ‘umph.’ “It was under the table, Steve. Bianca offered to get it, but I couldn’t just let her stoop down and grab my pen. What kind of person would I be to inconvenience her like that? So of course, I have to get it.” 
“But you’re wearing a skirt,” Steve sighs. 
She points to him without looking. “I’m wearing a skirt! Which means I can’t just crouch down and grab it or do anything like a normal person. No! I decided to try and use my foot to pull it closer so I don’t have to degrade myself by crawling all over the floor.” 
Steve shakes his head as he pushes off the archway and heads to the freezer for an ice pack. He snags a rag out of the drawer to wrap it in as he makes his way back to the couch, where Robin’s still talking. 
“It gets farther and farther away. Bianca’s trying to ask if I need help. I’m in a weird half squat out of my seat, looking like I’m treading water trying to grab this pen. And now other people are starting to watch me. Which only makes me more flustered and determined to see this through so I don’t pay attention to the knob in the center of the table.” 
“And let me guess,” Steve sighs as he puts the ice pack on her face, “it got up close and personal with your retina?” 
Robin nods, face bright red underneath the rag and bruising. “My first black eye and it wasn’t even from something cool.” 
“You lost a fight with a table.” 
“Over a pen.” 
“But did you get the girl?” 
Robin whines and curls away from him. “No,” she grumbles into the cushions. 
He rubs her back. “Does it hurt?” 
“No,” she squeaks out but he can tell that means yes. 
“I’ll grab you something for it. Just keep that ice pack on while I finish dinner, alright?” 
Robin doesn’t say anything, just tugs the blanket off the back of the couch to burrow under as Steve heads back to the kitchen. She only mumbles a thanks when he returns with a glass of water and a few tablets of pain medicine. 
His sauce is nearly done so Steve gets started on making the noodles and getting the rest of their meal together. He doesn’t turn the radio on, just in case there’s a headache accompanying the black eye, so he hears the phone loud and clear when he’s draining the noodles. 
Steve nearly loses all of his noodles as he dives for the phone. “Buckley and Harrington’s, Harrington speaking,” he says as polite as ever despite the frantic movement of his hands. 
“Hi, is Robin there?” a woman asks. 
He pauses. “Yes, can I ask who’s calling?” 
“It’s Bianca, her coworker at the museum. I just want to make sure she’s okay after… everything,” she says, voice shaky and a little shy. If Steve had to guess, she sounds nervous. 
Steve grins. “Well, Bianca,” he says loud enough for Robin to hear, “Robin’s just come in and is busy at the moment but I can have her call you back.” 
There’s a series of thumps as Robin scrambles to meet Steve in the kitchen, her good eye so wide he thinks it may pop out of her skull. 
“On second thought,” Steve says, “it looks like she’s all free. Here she is.” 
He just barely catches a meek ‘thank you’ before Robin’s snatching the phone and taking a deep breath. 
She shuffles closer to the phone dock, twirling the cord. “Bianca? Hi, yeah, it’s so nice of you to call.” 
Steve grins as he finishes up dinner. Looks like she got the girl anyway. The Buckley Charm is working. 
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Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!
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puppy-steve · 3 days
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i fully believe that stobin get into hair-pulling slap fights if they piss each other off enough. robin isn't afraid to bite.
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vvcosp · 1 day
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they mean a lot to me (AGRODBSKAHOA SOSBAAVAIHASPBQOQUWTQOAN)
please ignore my lack of shading knowledge!! 🎉
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criticaloser · 1 day
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“every princess looking sibling needs their prince looking sibling” STOBIN???? THATS THEMMMMM OMGGG
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pearynice · 1 day
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Chapter 5
Or, read from the beginning!
(Final chapters are posted this Sunday!!)
Summary: Having been forced to bear witness to his parent's toxic soulmate bond, Eddie Munson promises himself he will never fall in love. Promises himself he will never curse another with the touch that will bind his soul to theirs, promises himself to never let another do the same to him in return. But in the spring of 1986, when Chrissy Cunningham is murdered in front of him, breaking those exact promises may prove to be what saves him. Excerpt: He shuffles until he feels the sink. The counter is cool, and he clutches at its granite edges, breathing, before, finally, meeting his new reflection.  It doesn’t look like a bruise.  It looks like—it looks like sunlight. He tilts his head, getting a better view, and it looks like a sun stream has rested across his neck. Looks like if he touched his skin there it would be warm, and he brings his fingers up to test—and it just feels like skin. It feels like him, and he presses, tries to see if there’s pain with it, tries to see if his mother’s aches are genetic, but he presses and all he can feel is his own muscle. His own sinew, his own breath as it passes through his esophagus, and he presses harder, presses harder to make sure— And it still just feels like him. Steve’s touch, uncorrupting, left only the color of sunlight on his skin.  He clutches, tighter, to the edge of the sink, taking in the horrible bruising on his side as he feels his knees go weak, as the panic and adrenaline that had been holding him up thus far bleeds out of him. Because his soulmate has touched him—and he’s fine. Because his soulmate has touched him and he’s still him. Because his soulmate has touched him, and Eddie’s starting to wonder, again, what his own color might be.
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lazylittledragon · 6 days
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if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about
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itsdjover · 3 months
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They're being chased by a monster and yet their first instinct at hearing Dustin singing on the radio is to judge him. I love them so much.
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steviesbicrisis · 5 months
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To me it’s the fact that Steve assumed Robin had a license but still woke up 3 hours before his work shift to drive her to school everyday.
That is not a plot hole everybody, that is just the kind of person Steve Harrington is.
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lavenderstobins · 3 days
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the hull house episode of ghost files is SO steve and robin.
steve being shane throwing punches with the ghost while robin acts as the human radio and then:
steve: i think i just killed a ghost
robin: what? no you didn’t
steve: i killed a ghost
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hawkinsincorrect · 20 hours
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Steve: They were annoying, it almost triggered my fight or fight response.
Robin: You mean fight or flight?
Steve: No, I mean fight or fight. I’m not a damn bird, Robin.
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