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yournowheregirl · 8 months

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read my mind

rating: G | wc: 1225 | cw: none

The first word that comes to mind when Eddie steps foot into the Harrington house is ‘chaos’.

Which is weird, because he had come to know Steve’s house as neat and very much put together. It was probably a combination of weekly cleaning and the fact of Mrs. Harrington’s obsession with interior design and keeping everything absolutely perfect, even though she wasn’t there most of the time. But this time there are loose pieces of paper all over the floor and a pile of books in the middle of the hallway, like someone had spent hours researching something.

Eddie also hears some kind of ruckus coming from the kitchen and he prepares himself for the worst. He might not be all that up-to-date with all of the crazy shit that’s been happening in Hawkins over the last few years, but he has been through enough to know that something weird can happen at anytime.

As he approaches the kitchen, Eddie jangles his keys, sliding them between his fingers as a makeshift weapon, just in case. He stomps his feet a little louder than usual and takes a deep breath, preparing for the worst, as he turns the corner.

If he thought the hallway was chaotic, it’s nothing in comparison to what Eddie finds in the kitchen. The clutter of books and loose papers had made its way onto the tiled floor, but it was joined with what looks like miles and miles of tin foil. Eddie’s eyes follow the silver trail to the other side of the kitchen, where he finds the two culprits.

Steve is sitting at the kitchen table with Robin sitting on the floor in between his legs, and while that isn’t something unusual, their accessories definitely are. Because Steve is wearing an absolutely ridiculous tin foil hat, with a pointy end and all, and for a second Eddie wonders if this is a new hair routine for him. Steve is focused on making a hat for Robin, it seems, as he’s wrapping even more tin foil around her head as well.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

“Babe!” Steve says with a bright smile. “You came at the perfect time!”

“Uh, you invited me, and also, that doesn’t answer my question. What the fuck are you two doing?” Eddie asks again. “Is this the new and improved Steve Harrington hair ritual?”

“No,” Robin replies with a roll of her eyes. “We’re testing out our telepathy.”

Eddie blinks, completely dumbfounded at what Robin had just said. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, there must have been something in that bunker, or in the Upside Down, something, because we totally have powers now. Like, I always know what Robin’s thinking, for some reason,” Steve says, and oh God, he’s being sincere isn’t he?

“Yes! So today, while I was shelving tapes at work, I was thinking about how the moon landing was totally faked, right? And then Steve just finished my thought, saying ‘oh yeah, they faked it for sure’ like it was nothing,” Robin says excitedly. ”I didn’t even say anything! He just read my mind!”

Now Eddie hasn’t been scared away from the freaky sides of things, it even earned him a nickname, but this is a little too weird. Even for him. There’s no way that Steve and Robin actually have supernatural powers, no matter how hard they try to believe it. But then Eddie notices how excited they both are, and the big smiles on their faces make him smile as well. Sure, they’re being ridiculous right now, but he figures they deserve to be after all they’ve been through.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What can I do to help?”

“Right, so…”

Apparently Robin has raided the Harrington’s personal library on all the science books they had (which Eddie had noticed in the hallway) and cooked up an experiment that will prove once and for all that she and Steve are telepathically connected. All Eddie has to do is a little word association, and if both Robin and Steve write down the same word without looking at each other’s answers, it proves their connection beyond any doubt.

Well, Eddie still has his doubts, but whatever.

Once Steve and Robin are all set, their backs against each other and a piece of paper and pen in hand, Eddie gives them their first word: chocolate. He gives them both five seconds to think of something, but while they look very confident, their answers don’t match up.

“Sorry. Steve said milk and Robin said cocoa,” Eddie tsks. “Not a match.”

“It’s basically the same thing,” Robin scoffs. “Another one.”

“Fine. Your next word is, uh, sun.”

After five seconds, Steve shows his paper, which says summer, while Robin’s says hot. Again, not a match.

“Well, summers are hot, so we’re getting close.” Steve shrugs. “We’ll get the next one, Robs, I can feel it.”

But with every word Eddie throws at them, they continue getting close to a similar answer (Steve answers ‘sky’ while Robin says ‘galaxy’ when Eddie gives them the word ‘star’) but it’s never an exact match. This doesn’t deter them in the slightest; they continue to be convinced of their powers while Eddie starts to believe less and less. Not that he believed it in the first place.

That is until…

“Okay, final one,” Eddie sighs, and because his stomach is rumbling, says, “Hungry.”

Steve and Robin scribble away on their papers and then show Eddie their words in unison. For the first time, they have the exact same word on paper: ‘pasta.’ Eddie must look either shocked or impressed at this turn of events, because Steve positively lights up at the sight of him.

“Did we get it?” He asks, looking over his shoulder at Robin’s paper and beaming when he sees the answer. “Robin! We got it!”

“I knew it! I knew we had a connection!” Robin exclaims. “Do you believe us now, Eddie?”

Eddie huffs in response. “That doesn’t prove anything. You’re just saying that because you were supposed to make pasta today, remember? You invited me over for lasagna?”

“Oh shit. You’re right,” Steve says with a sheepish grin on his face. He carefully removes the tinfoil hat and Eddie tries not to laugh at the ridiculous state of his hair. A very wise decision because he’s rewarded with a quick kiss from Steve. “I guess we got a little distracted. Sorry babe.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky you’re cute,” Eddie flirts back. “Now, where’s the pasta?”

After the kitchen is cleaned up, Steve starts working on the lasagna. Eddie offers to help, but Steve tells him to just sit back and relax. Well, Eddie can definitely do just that. Robin does get to help though, saying something about the lasagna being her mom’s recipe, so she has the final say with the ingredients.

As Eddie watches them cook together, moving around the kitchen in perfect sync and handing each other spatulas and seasoning without asking for it, he can’t help but wonder if Steve and Robin do have some kind of psychic connection after all.

happy birthday!! @stobinesque 🎉🎁🎂 me and @legitcookie cooked up this little silly stobin brainworm for you to celebrate your birthday!! we hope you enjoyed!

#platonic stobin #steddie #platonic stobin fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things #alice's writing adventures

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sevenmerrymagpies · 6 days

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Post Season 4. Steve isn’t speaking, Vickie is flirting with her, and Robin is trying to move forward on an unsteady foundation.

Part of my ongoing series featuring Robin and her werewolf bestie Steve.

#stranger things fic #platonic stobin fic #werewolf steve harrington #robin buckley #steve harrington #platonic stobin #stobin #st #my fic

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thesapphicsoldier · 1 year

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I’m always getting ideas for oneshots but never actually write them, so I thought I’d share my ideas with you guys and you can let me know which one you want me to write first.

(It’s not 100% guaranteed that I’ll write whatever wins since I lose interest in ideas easily, but it’s pretty likely I’ll do it)

A byler fic from Will’s perspective about his sort of “superpower” over Mike. It’s about how Mike is much softer and sweeter around him than he his with everyone else, and if Will requests something, he listens. The party uses Will to convince Mike to go to this event, which leads to some revelations. (Mid-long in length)

Will coming out to El. Pretty self explanatory. El gets scared of a thunderstorm and goes to Will for comfort. They hangout and play board games and eventually start having some deep conversations. (Short in length)

The bathroom scene from Robin’s perspective and her (platonic, obviously) feelings toward Steve. It talks about her struggle to maintain friendships and how she’s extremely grateful to have met someone who will stay by her side. (Short-mid in length)

Byler-centric fic about Robin clocking Mike as gay and trying to connect with him. The two grow closer over time as Mike eventually starts to confide in her, ending with a confession of his feelings. (Mid-long in length)

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shares-a-vest · 1 year

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Overdue Library Books, Clay Bunnies & Paintbrushes

Robin, Steve, Erica and Dustin spend a weekend making Easter decorations and crafts. Just some sweet, Scoops Troops nonsense for your weekend.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Erica Sinclair, Dustin Henderson (Scoops Troops!!! 🍦🍧🍨🍦🍧🍨)

Word Count: 2.5k

tbh, i have no clue how the easter period works in America (if school is off or how public holidays work, if any). so i've kept that stuff vague. it kinda doesn't matter here anyway, this is just silly friendship-focused stuff.

“What's with the bag?” Erica asks from the backseat, her voice a mix of nosiness and curiosity.

Robin turns, crinkling the paper bag in question she’s been cradling since Steve picked her up from the dollar store.

“Craft supplies,” she shrugs, now face-to-face with the youngest Sinclair.

“Interesting…” Erica muses, looking her over.

Robin frowns, weirded out by whatever it is Erica is thinking and turns back to look out at the slowly-emptying Hawkins Elementary parking lot. Sinking a little in her seat, Robin shoots Steve a look.

He promptly starts up the car, grumbling. They were already stuck with Dustin for the weekend. Claudia had called Steve a few days ago, saying she wanted to go visit her sister for the weekend, sans her son. And of course, Steve not being immune to Claudia Henderson’s sweet mom-voice, agreed. And, depending on how this carpooling afternoon goes, they might end up with a full-blown babysitting schedule.

Robin sighs, holds her precious craft supplies to her chest and stares out the window...

At least, she attempts to for all of three seconds because Erica decides to lean into the front cabin, craning her neck to look in the bag.

“Seatbelts, please,” Steve commands, pulling out of the parking space and offering his bitchiest pout to boot.

Erica snatches up the bag, retreats and clips in her seatbelt. Robin lunges, her reflexes non-existent. But her seatbelt yanks her back into her seat.

She huffs and folds her arms, settling for leaning forward impossibly close to the rearview mirror, ignoring Steve’s incoherent protests for blocking him as she watches Erica plucking items from the bag.

Eric sets out the wares on the currently-vacated lefthand back seat, pulling out Easter crafts and supplies. Pastel-toned card paper, scissors, cheap paint pots in various colours, tubes of glitter and paintbrushes - enough to last the weekend, doubling up on everything so Robin doesn’t have to fight with Steve over any of the items. The guy paints at a snail’s pace. But maybe that wouldn’t be the case if the dingus would actually wear his prescription glasses…

She frowns when she notices Erica's expression shift from curious and judgemental.

“I'm close to the library,” Steve says, a warning that means, clear the backseat - Dustin Henderson is about to enter like a tornado and will ruin anything occupying his seat.

“You need thinner paintbrushes,” Erica offers, gathering up the items and efficiently arranging them in the bag.

Steve pulls into the Hawkins Library parking lot and kills the engine. If Henderson isn't waiting, it means he has lost total track of time and needs to be dragged out of the place (which is Steve's job because Robin gets distracted when surrounded by endless books). As if on queue, Steve unclips his seatbelt and pops open the driver's door.

“I'll be back,” he sighs, exiting the car.

“I'll bring you some,” Erica says, cutting through the sudden silence of the Beemer.

Honestly, it makes Robin jump. She might have also forgotten what they were talking about because she's wracking her brain trying to remember when she had to return her algebra textbook (not that she got any use out of it anyway).

“Huh?" she grunts, bracing herself for a chastising for not listening.

“Paintbrushes!” Erica clarifies and sure enough, her signature you’re-an-idiot tone is there. “If you are going to decorate eggs, you need smaller paint brushes for fine details. I'll bring you some. You're staying at Steve's house this weekend, right?”

“...Yes?” she replies (asks?), weary.

“I'm telling you,” comes Steve's annoyed voice. “This bag won't fit in the backseat, dude!”

There's more incoherent squabbling as Steve opens the trunk and a noticeable weight sinks the car momentarily.

“All set for the weekend,” Dustin chortles, all but throwing his bag at the back of Robin's seat as he and Steve hop in the car in such perfect sync that Robin and Erica both giggle.

“Yeah right,” Steve says, now in maximum grumpy mode.

Dustin jostles Robin's seat as he loudly asks, “Did you pass your algebra test?”

“Barely,” she laments as the library disappears behind them.

“What!” he shrieks. “I basically gave you all the answers.”

“I'm sorry that I don't like, get mathematics, Dustin!” she snaps, remembering that her textbook is in fact, grossly overdue and will now have to wait until Easter weekend is over.

***

Robin shuffles to the Harringtons’ front door, barely conscious. It’s way too early for Erica to be here, tapping on the door at an enthusiastic speed on a Saturday morning. It’s only breakfast time! She stops rubbing her eyes long enough to catch the time on the gigantic antique clock in the foyer. Okay, so maybe 10am is too early for Weekend Robin.

She opens the door to find Erica beaming, holding a large fabric bag over her shoulder that is clearly weighing her down that she is only barely offsetting by leaning the opposite way.

Robin winces, blinded by the morning sunlight as she squints, looking for any signs of Lucas in tow. She sighs, relieved - partly because Steve always ends up switching between shooting hoops with Lucas, watching whatever sport is on TV and playing video games if he comes over. It’s Steve in peak-jock form, a state that Lucas wholeheartedly encourages while Robin tags along.

She catches sight of the Sinclars’ car - or more, she almost collapses from the pain of sunlight reflecting from the car’s hood directly into her eyeballs.

“I brought paintbrushes,” Erica announces, hobbling inside as Robin waves vaguely in the direction of Mrs Sinclair.

She closes the front door, turns and runs straight into Dustin, who’s peering down at the bag Erica has seemingly dumped in the foyer before disappearing entirely.

He smiles and Robin thinks that if she rolls her eyes at the kid one more time, they might stay stuck in the back of her skull.

It turns out the truckload of books Steve had to haul in and out of his car three times over the past few days was some new egghead venture of Henderson's, whereby he intended on assessing precisely how cold Steve’s house could get at night - some new experiment assessing temperatures in Hawkins… Or something. He'd explained it last night over dinner when he turned his nose up at her signature vegetable lasagne. And then when he finally stopped talking he insisted on listening to his Dune audiobook on tape (an action that he sold as being a matter of urgency), aloud via the Harrington’s stereo system he's likely now paused for a brief moment in order to ask for something.

“What?” Robin asks, cocking her chin as she sizes up the dork who hasn't changed out of his pyjamas in two days.

Dustin sticks out his bottom lip, looking all too innocent as his curious brows disappear under his cap (yep, he also wears his baseball cap indoors, in his goddamn pyjamas). Robin swears it is glued to his skull.

“Are we doing arts and crafts now?” he asks, rocking back and forward on his socked heels.

“So you're gonna do that too?”

“Obviously.”

And nope, it wasn’t so obvious.

“Robin!” Erica calls, her voice laced with impatience.

Dustin gestures for Robin to take the lead and if she had better protection than her holey rainbow socks on the varnished floorboards, she'd stomp her feet.

“Steve!”

***

Okay, so maybe her annoyance wasn't entirely justified because Henderson is patiently watching as Steve and Erica lay out all their craftables and accessories on the kitchen table. The coffee table is of course out of action due to ‘Project Curtain’, named so because Dustin’s hypothesis is that the sheer amount of drapery throughout Steve’s house is the primary cause of a nighttime temperature drop.

“Alrighty, now your bag,” Steve declares, lifting Erica's lofty bag with ease.

Erica kneels on the kitchen chair separating them for a better vantage point.

“I brought all my paintbrushes and my lamp I use when I'm making my DND figurines.”

“Oh... cool,” Steve says, making a face that Erica mirrors (with added glare) that leaves him blurting out a defensive, “What?”

“Don't you want to make your egg decorations nice?” she smirks.

“Who cares?” Dustin quips, sticking his head in between them. “What, is Steve going to gift a bunch of painted eggs? Very romantic. I thought Maggie dumped you…”

Steve rolls his eyes and Robin can't help it. After two days of this, she’s had enough. She drops her spoon in her bowl of cereal and gives Dustin a solid elbow to the side earning a hearty yelp. Payback for being a mooching pain in the butt who doesn’t even pay much attention for a self-proclaimed ‘genius’. Although maybe Robin shouldn’t clarify that Steve went on one disastrous dinner date with Maggie and never called her back. It would probably lead to relentless teasing, possibly the only thing that could drag Dustina way from Project Curtain right now.

She sighs. Steve’s done a lot of that lately, but best not to get into it right now because Steve and Erica are engaged in some sort of glare-off.

“What?” he asks her again. “I'm not allowed to so much as look at your DND things. Sorry if I'm sceptical about you allowing me to actually use your nerd equipment.”

“It isn't nerdy, it's creative.”

“Erica, you are a nerd!” Dustin chimes, a matter he insists on clarifying every single time Erica protests.

Why can’t this group accept it? They are all nerds. Hell, every person in this kitchen has agreed to spend their weekend delicately painting little Easter bunnies and fashioning decorations just for the fun of it.

“Whatever,” Erica shoots back before giving a sickly sweet smile at whiplash speed.

“Are you going to help me?” Steve asks, raising a sceptical brow.

“Only if you wear your glasses,” Erica retorts.

“Better do what she says, Steve,” Robin adds, slurping up her cereal.

Again, a silent standoff.

It only ends with Steve huffing as he exits the kitchen to fetch the much-argued-over glasses he refuses to wear.

***

Sure enough, Erica willingly gives over her lamp to Steve - even gives a demonstration of her painting techniques. But as Robin suspected, she and Steve both totally suck at painting, even with a lot of help. She quickly got frustrated with not being able to mix the right shade of lavender and switched to the childish packet of paper flower cut-outs she had bought.

Dustin meanwhile, chose to periodically move between Project Curtain (shouting his temperature checks each time) and painting eggs with such expertise, Robin wishes she could smash them into eggy gooeyness with her bare hands, free of consequence.

“Goddamn it!” Steve curses once again.

He shakes his head and mumbles incoherently as he shoves Erica’s lamp-slash-magnifying tool out of the way. He sets his paintbrush down and pinches his little clay rabbit between his glitter and paint-covered fingers, frowning as he looks over the great smear he'd inadvertently made right on the poor bunny's backside.

“Don’t worry,” Erica sings, kneeling up on her chair to reach across the table and take the figure from him. “Just let it dry and we can fix it.”

She smiles and honestly, now Robin is suspicious. Steve has spent the last (Robin checks her watch) four hours - with copious snack breaks - meticulously painting a clay rabbit black and red, with silver eyes and glitter details, a gothic-metal-looking springtime creature that could only be fitting for that one particular dork her platonic soulmate has been pining over since Spring Break.

And Erica Sinclair is being way too nice about it.

Erica who glares and pouts. Erica who eviscerates everyone in her general vicinity with scathing words that have no comeback. Erica who, since the whole Scoops Troops vs. Starcourt Mall Secret Russians-thing, has used pretty much every encounter with Robin and Steve to coerce them into doing whatever she wants (and getting free anything - though mainly ice cream) in the name of some alleged child endangerment.

“It looks fine,” Robin insists, barely looking at her best friend and far too focused on Erica carefully setting down the half-painted clay rabbit on some newspaper.

“You know…” Dustin pipes up, momentarily abandoning his da Vinci-quality egg. “For a supposed calming activity, you sure do curse a lot.”

Steve removes his glasses to rub his eyes and folds his arms, shooting Henderson that look he only reserves for his young friend.

“I just want it to look nice,” he mumbles, a look of disappointment washing over him as he slumps back in his chair to stare at the bunny.

“Yeah, because a rabbit demon-spawn is gonna look all cute a cuddly - ERICA!” Dustin dives to the floor, scrambling for his hat.

There goes Robin’s long-held hypothesis.

***

“Alright, spill Sinclair,” Robin whispers the second Steve charges into the living room to once again yell at Dustin.

Erica sighs, setting down her ice cream bowl. Of course, hosting both Erica and Dustin meant customary homemade USS Butterscotches all around for dessert. Desserts that they joined forces to demand as soon as Steve was finally done with his demonic bunny.

“Henderson, I swear to God, if you set the curtains on fire!” Steve warns, followed by indecipherable whining from Dustin.

“What?” Erica asks, frowning and propping her chin on the back of her hand, looking as guilty as she has done all damn day.

“Let me rephrase,” Robin begins, tenting her fingers and pouting. “Why are you voluntarily hanging out with us? On a weekend? And actually having fun? And being nice to Steve even though he can’t paint for shit?”

Erica drops her spoon, leaving it to clang and teeter in the bowl. And yeah, the slight waver in her usually confident demeanour sends a pang of regret through Robin’s chest.

“First off, I actually enjoy spending time with you and Steve,” she says after a long pause. “It's fun but not super nerdy. Beats tagging along with Lucas while Will stays over for the weekend anyway. Although, I could have done without Dustin.”

She rolls her eyes as the sound of flapping curtains wafts in from the living room.

“Agreed,” Robin nods matter-of-factly.

“And all this,” she gestures to the end of the table where all their craftables are lined up in various states of completion. “I'm really good at. And you two could use some help. Even though I know you can sew and stuff.”

“Yeah, painting isn't my strong suit,” she chuckles.

“Plus,” Erica says, drawling loudly before sighing. “I enjoy helping you and Steve try to impress Nancy and Eddie with the silly little things you make them.”

She reaches across the table for the chocolate syrup Steve has monopolised since they’d started out on making dessert.

“We’re really that pathetic, huh?”

“Just the facts,” Erica quips, punctuating her signature phrase with a hard squeeze of chocolate topping (her third helping) onto her remaining dessert. “You should really be asking for my help more often.”

Robin narrows her eyes at the young Sinclair, a fond grin growing.

“... You're my favourite.”

She drops her spoon, leaving it to clang against the ice cream bowl so she can grab Erica in a tight hug, squishing their cheeks together.

“Get off me!” Erica giggles.

#erica is robin's designated child thanks for coming to my TedTalk #this ended up being longer than I anticipated - i didn’t get to finish it yesterday (hence some similarities with the ficlet i posted)#kinda didn't know how to end this???#platonic with a capital p #scoops troops #steve harrington #robin buckley #erica sinclair #dustin henderson #lily writes a fic #platonic stobin fic #stranger things fic #st: easter edition

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smileweakandwrong · 9 months

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smileweakandwrong AO3 Ronance/Platonic Stobin Fic Masterlist

These Dreams Go On Series:

Every Second of the Night - M - 116K words - (warnings: major character injury, self-harm, sexual assult)

Nancy realizes the meaning behind the complicated things she's been feeling as she sits in the hospital room and suffers from strange and upsetting nightmares. Robin navigates a dark past, and the group tries to find where Vecna is hiding and stop him before one of their own is lost.

What if it wasn't Max who ended up in a coma following the battle with Vecna?

Welcome to the Bat Box - M - 25K words (warnings: reference to self-harm and sexual assault but not explicitly so)

Nancy returns to Hawkins for Thanksgiving and joins Robin, Steve and Eddie at their place for their inaugural Orphan Thanksgiving. A study of past and present, growth and development, trauma and healing all with good friends and bad food.

Hot Chocolate, Warm Hands & Cold Mannequins - E -8.8K words (warnings: nsfw, smut, pwp) Technically part of this series but can be read as a one-shot

Just a horny little road trip, some plot and fluff and feelings and Robin paying Nancy a smutty visit in Boston.

Six Days at the Bottom of the Ocean Series:

Carry You to the Coast - M - 62K words (warnings: major character death, drug use)

After the battle of Starcourt, Robin & Steve take some time to cope with their trauma and build their new friendship in a rundown cabin in the middle of nowhere. A year later, they're back trying to heal from the losses following Vecna and the Upside Down.

Everyone's favourite platonic soulmates learn life lessons and get into shenanigans together while figuring out that love doesn't have to be romantic with a dash or ronance.

Three Months & Every Moment After - T - 16.7K words (warnings: major character death)

Prequel with all the ronancey things that happened between the end of March when things went to shit and the end of June when part one begins.

Stand Alones:

Robin Buckley's Expert Field Guide to Catching Fireflies (and Other Childhood Favourties) - T - 18K words

Five times Nancy goes catching creepy crawlers with Robin and one time she catches something more.

Or, five days of oblivious lesbians failing at flirting and dancing around each other like absolute ding dongs.

I Will Remember You - M - 75K ongoing (warnings: violence and major character injury)

Nancy has some new abilities, Hawkins is locked in quarantine, new monsters show up, Vecna has a terrible plan, and Nancy has to make some terrible choices to figure out what it all means for her and everyone around her.

‘Tis the Season. Whatever That Means - G - 4.3K words

Just Christmas and first kiss fluff.

in the garden of - E - 14.2K words (nsfw smut)

Fighting monsters was one thing, falling in love with Robin was a whole different kind of scary. But building a life together and discovering that there might be room for one more was not scary at all when Nancy was doing it with Robin. Ronance and ronanceden smut but also sweet and loving.

Tell Me Nothing Else Would Do - G -18.3K words

High school AU with no Upside Down where Nancy meets Robin in a sophomore drama class and they gradually become friends and then more. A big pile of 'when will they finally kiss?' fluff.

*putting it in one shots for now, but there will be a second part eventually

Missing Out - T- 3.7K words

Just some Valentine's Day silliness

Ten Seconds, Ten Years -G- 6.1K words

Fluffy Nancy POV reflecting on ten years of loving Robin

#ronance fic #platonic stobin fic #ao3 #fic masterlist #ronance #platonic stobin #this was way harder to do than i expected #please work or i'll cry #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eden bingham #ronanceden

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steviesnailbat · 1 year

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Be My Valentine? (Platonically)

Steve hadn’t been looking forward to Valentine’s Day.

He’d usually enjoyed the holiday in the years before. In elementary school, it just meant a ton of candy and a class party, and in junior high and high school, he had a valentine every year. It was a fun holiday. But his last good Valentine’s had been with Nancy. 1985 had been a total dud, and ‘86 didn’t seem to be shaping up to be much better.

He was sitting in his house alone. He didn’t have a date. It was his day off, so he didn’t even have work to distract him, and Robin had been scheduled. The kids all had their own plans. He was alone and unhappy, and he had nothing to do other than dwell on it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his front door, which was weird in and of itself. People who would knock didn’t really come over to his house. He’d given Robin a key months ago and while the kids came to Family Video unannounced all the time, they weren’t usually at his house. He wished it didn’t bother him, it was something so small, but he was on guard all the same as he went over to the door and pulled it open.

Robin was standing on the porch, her arms full. “Move, dingus, I need to set this shit down.”

Steve was completely nonplussed. “Robin? But you were scheduled today, why aren’t you at work? What is all this stuff?”

“Move, and I’ll explain.” Robin pushed past him into the house and went through to the kitchen. Steve followed, his confusion mounting.

“Rob?”

“One second.” Robin started setting up her stuff on the counter. There were decorations, art supplies, things to make cookies, and a couple VHS tapes.

“Robin.”

“Okay, okay, relax.” She turned to him with a smile. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, happy Valentine’s, now are you going to explain?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “So impatient. I asked for the day off to surprise you. I knew you were just going to be sitting around here moping, and I couldn’t have that, so you and I are going to spend the day together. Be my valentine, Steve? Platonically.”

Steve blinked. “You - you want to spend Valentine’s Day with me?”

“Yes, aren’t you listening?”

Out of all the half formed theories Steve had come up with as to why Robin was here with a bunch of shit in tow, none of them were even vaguely in the realm of what was actually happening. He couldn’t believe she would do something like this for him. “Fuck yeah, Robs, I’ll be your valentine.”

“Great! I’ve got a ton of shit planned.” She clapped her hands together with a bright grin and turned back to face the counter. “We’re going to decorate your house, make each other Valentine’s cards, make cookies, and then spend all night eating them and watching cheesy romantic comedies.”

A smile spread across Steve’s face. “That sounds… perfect.”

“I should hope so, I planned it.” Robin untied some balloons from their anchor and handed them to Steve. “Here, you go tie these around, and I’ll take care of the streamers.”

They spent the next hour decorating the house. By the time they were done, there was red and white everywhere. Balloons were tied to the chairs and the stair banister, streamers were hanging in the kitchen and the living room, and heart shaped confetti was spread over the counters and the table. When they were finished, they got started making cards for each other.

“Remember, you can’t look.” Robin scooted her paper closer to herself, putting her arm around it.

Steve laughed. “I’m not, I promise.”

“I’m watching you, dingus.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Steve couldn’t remember the last time he handmade a Valentine’s card. Elementary school, probably. He’d learned pretty quickly that the girls he was chasing were happier with something pretty and expensive, like jewelry. If he’d handed them a card he’d made himself, they probably would have laughed. But things were different now.

He’d never been much of an artist, but he did his best, cutting out a heart and decorating it with glitter and stickers, then meticulously writing out I love you in the neatest cursive he could manage. When he was done, he slid it over to Robin.

“Alright, done. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She picked it up and smiled. “I love it, Steve, this is great. Here, take mine.”

Steve took the card she was holding out, and when he got a good look at it, he couldn’t help laughing slightly. She’d drawn stick figures of the two of them, complete with their stupid little sailor hats from Scoops. Across the top, she’d written love you, dingus. “Thanks, Robs, this is awesome.”

Robin beamed.

They ended up hanging their valentines on the fridge. They deserved a place of honor.

After the cards, they moved onto making cookies. Or at least, trying to. Neither of them really knew how to bake, and it showed.

“Why are there fractions on this thing?” Steve picked up the recipe and squinted at it. “Are you sure you didn’t just grab your math homework?”

Robin snatched it out of his hands. “Yes, Steven, I’m sure. It’s so you know what size of cups to use.”

“What about all the abbreviations? What’s a tsp?”

“It’s -” Robin paused. “I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s next to the salt, and I doubt you really want a lot of salt in cookies, so it must be something small. Let’s just put a little bit in and hope for the best.”

Robin shook her head. “No, you can’t do that. I know you have to get the measurement’s right, that’s important.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” Steve said, flicking a little flour at her.

“Hey!” Robin glared at him, but the effect was ruined by her smile. She grabbed some flour and threw it back. Before long, they were just hurling flour at each other, the cookies forgotten.

They didn’t bother cleaning up. Steve’s justification was that it was a holiday and you’re only supposed to do fun things on holidays. They did change into some different clothes, though, so they wouldn’t get flour all over the house. Since Robin only had what she was wearing, she just borrowed some of Steve’s.

Luckily, Steve kept his house fairly well stocked, so their plans to eat junk food and watch cheesy rom coms weren't ruined. They grabbed as much as they could carry from the pantry and took it to the living room.

Romantic comedies weren’t Steve’s favorite, but he found that watching and mocking them with Robin was a lot more fun than watching them with a date. She had him practically in hysterics all through Secret Admirer and by the time they finished Sixteen Candles, his ribs hurt from laughing so much.

“What do you think, Harrington?” Robin asked as the credits rolled. “Was it a satisfactory Valentine’s Day?”

“Satisfactory?” Steve repeated a little incredulously. “It was the best one I’ve ever had.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Definitely. Absolutely. No contest.”

“Alright, alright.” She shook her head with a smile. “I’m glad you had fun, Dingus.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Robin.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stranger things fic #platonic stobin fic #platonic steve and robin #valentines day #valentines fic #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #st 3 #st 4 #st #platonic steve and robin fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fandom

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lesbyers · 1 year

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finally posted my steddie/platonic stobin + eddierobin fic!

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lazylittledragon · 1 month

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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

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy

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"What's wrong?" Robin asks, bumping her arm against his as she joins him leaning against the counter, staring out the front door of Family Video.

Steve doesn't bother to lie. Robin would know, she always does. "I'm not sure wrong is the right word, but it's, it's something."

"Wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah," he says, taking a quick glance around. It's just after 11pm on Saturday. They've got another hour of work before they can officially close, but Hawkins closes down at 9. The store is empty currently, and since they're facing the door, they'll know if someone comes in. "I just don't know- I don't-"

"Gather your words. Speak when you're ready. I'm not going anywhere," Robin says, and it speaks volumes that she didn't call him dingus. Steve's never upset by the nickname, not really, but sometimes, when the conversation is heavy, he can't deal with nicknames. Especially not ones that are meant teasingly now but started as an insult.

"I feel- I feel ungrateful and, like, selfish, because I'm... I'm not happy with Eddie," Steve says, then immediately frowns because that's not right. It's not wrong, either, but it's. "I'm not unhappy with Eddie. I love him. I love him so much, Robin."

"I know you do. It's disgusting."

"And I got into this relationship knowing what Eddie's like. I love him 'cause of those things, not in spite of-"

"You don't have to convince me you love him."

"Right. Right. It's just. It's like, I thought, I don't know, that I wouldn't have to always be the guy?" Steve says, and it's followed by such a long pause that he looks over. It startles a laugh out of him at how much Robin looks like him right now. Confused, brow furrowed and mouth slightly open. That's his perplexed expression, and it's mirrored on Robin's face now.

Well. Not now because he laughed so she's glaring at him.

"Sorry. It was like looking into a mirror for a moment there."

She wrinkles her nose at him and says, "What do you mean 'always be the guy'?"

He lets out a sigh. "I just mean- Eddie's the first guy I've ever dated. And there was, like, unwritten rules when dating girls. Don't give me that face, I already know the rant about straights and their het-ro-norman-whatever-"

"Heteronormativity."

"Yes, that. I know it's bad, working on unlearning it, etcetera, etcetera. Can I just get through this using the words I do have?"

"Yes. Sorry."

He waves off her apology and continues, "So, the unwritten but absolute rules of straight dating. The guy asks. The guy plans the date. He pays, if it's something that requires money. He gets the door, offers his jacket if it's cold, gives the flowers and chocolates on Valentines Day and- sorry. The guy does all that. I do all that. And I just. I want to not, not have to?"

Robin's eyes soften and she gives a sad smile. "Eddie doesn't do those things?"

Steve frowns. "Not- he's done some of those things but it's not... It's never been romantic. Never felt... intentionally romantic. Which is why I feel so ungrateful and selfish. 'Cause Eddie's not a romantic. Not like I am. And I shouldn't expect him to be!"

She frowns. "But you don't expect him to be."

"I mean, yeah. I don't. Which just makes this worse, right? Because Eddie tries. In his own way. And I'm still..."

"What does Eddie do to try?"

"He loans me jackets when I'm cold. And it's- it's like a throwback to the upside down. He'll fold it all nice and then throw it at me full force. Like with the battle vest," Steve smiles at the memory, despite his sour mood.

"That doesn't sound very romantic. That sounds like an inside joke. He could do that same thing while not dating you and it wouldn't be weird."

"Can't an inside joke be romantic?"

Robin nods as she turns, back to the counter so she can hop up on it. "Can be. And I guess if you find get pelted in the face by jackets romantic, that's your kink."

"Why do I talk to you?" Steve groans, and Robin shrugs. "Anyway, I guess I just... I want to be the one taken care of, sometimes, but not just when- God, I'm so selfish, aren't I?" He paces away from the counter, running a hand through his hair.

Eddie's a good boyfriend. He listens when Steve rambles about sports and stats, asking questions and actually engages in conversation. He takes care of Steve when a migraine leaves him all but useless; gets him his meds and water and combs his fingers through Steve's hair softly until it lulls Steve to sleep. Eddie pays attention enough to know the little things about Steve that he doesn't say out loud.

"Not just when?" Robin prompts, and Steve realizes he quit talking.

"Not just when I'm hurt. I want doors held for me, and for him to plan a romantic night, either out or in! And I- I want him to give me his jacket by wrapping it around my shoulders like I do for him."

"I'm going to say something, and you aren't allowed to be upset by it."

Steve nods.

"You have to tell him. Eddie's not gonna know you want these things unless you say so."

He nods again, because he knows that. He does. It's just... "I got with him knowing he wasn't a romantic person. I don't want- I don't know how to say it without making it sound like I want him to change. Or make him feel like he's not enough, or that he's a bad boyfriend for not having done this and-"

"Steve! Jesus, now who's the mirror? It's Eddie. He loves you. He'll listen. Even as you fumble your way through an explanation. A conversation is not the make or break of this relationship."

Steve swallows even though it feels like there's stones piling up in his stomach. A single conversation broke his last relationship, but Eddie's not Nancy.

"Yeah. You're right. I think I'm just... I'm afraid of making Eddie feel that same way Nancy made me feel, when she called us bullshit. I was blinded-sided by it all and I don't, I can't do that to Eddie."

"You won't. 'Cause this situation is different. You love Eddie, and Eddie loves you, and that's real and true. I think it would hurt Eddie more to think there's this whole other category of shit he could be doing for you, but isn't, 'cause he doesn't even know you'd like it, much less want it."

Steve nods as she speaks. It's all true, and he feels less like there are stones in his stomach. "Thanks, Bobbin. I don't- I might give it a few days before I talk to Eddie about it, but I will."

"You better, dingus," she hopes off the counter and looks at the clock, groaning when she sees it's still not midnight. "Think Keith will kill us if we close early?"

"No way. He'd have to cover all our shifts until he can hire replacements. We're too valuable to him to die."

@i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @skepsiss @afewproblems

#steddie #platonic stobin #my fic #dialogue heavy #steve wants to be woo'd #steve harrington #robin buckley

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sevenmerrymagpies · 2 months

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Robin suffers from the winter doldrums and Steve tries to cheer her up. Part of an ongoing, mostly fluffy, series of short stories that focus on Robin and her dumbass werewolf bestie Steve.

#stranger things fic #platonic stobin fic #robin buckley #steve harrington #werewolf steve harrington #fluff #my fic #my writing #stobin #platonic stobin #st

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milf-harrington · 6 months

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i read a fic yesterday (return of the king) where Steve swapped with Eddie at the last second at the end of s4 and ended up being the one who died and had to be left behind and then he came back as a vampire and it just got my brain TICKING.

So role-reversal AU where steve is the one who comes back basically kas-ified as is the common trope with eddie, but where eddie goes to steve, steve goes to robin.

lets say, for funsies, that they managed to kill vecna and max only ended up hospitalised for a broken elbow and a twisted ankle (from falling on it), so everyone has the time and space to grieve.

Steve’s death hits Robin the hardest because he was her person. He was her i-wish-we-could-just-merge-into-one-being. Her ride or die. Her soulmate. And he’d been taken from her, torn apart and left to rot in the very world he’d tried so hard to protect her from.

The others give her space to let her mourn quietly in her bedroom, dressed in steve’s clothes and listening to his music like if she just tried hard enough she could still merge them together and let him use her lungs to breathe, her heart to pump his blood, her head to share his thoughts. that she could single handedly go from a me to a we.

And then, one day, Robin starts acting weird. She doesn’t know the Wheeler’s phone number and on her way to find it in the phone book, she found the Munson’s first, and when Eddie picks up it’s too a very chipper Robin asking for a lift to the shops where she proceeds to buy an alarming amount of red meat and refuses to answer any questions.

And she’s just- happy. She’s weird and happy and keeps calling Eddie to ask him about Dungeons and Dragons lore and if he can take her to the library or to the butcher and if he can let her borrow his jumper please? I get cold easily. And then she just keeps stealing clothes, from everyone. Sometimes she asks, sometimes she’ll just take a jacket off of the back of a chair and act like nothing happened, sometimes she just sneaks off to go rooting through washing baskets.

Then comes the day she invites Eddie over, probably a week or so after her initial journey into Weird-Ville, nervously rambling about nothing right up until she closes the front door behind them and runs into Eddie’s back because Eddie’s just spotted Steve-fucking-Harrington peering at him from around the corner.

Apparently, a not-exactly-dead-anymore Steve crawled through Robin’s window one night and has since taken up residence underneath her bed.

“He was kinda- not all there, at first.” She tells him, chopping a steak into cubes and dropping them into a blender. Steve, winged and fanged and tailed, leans against the counter and watches her with sleepy eyes. “But we’ve been working on it.”

After the initial pants-shitting shock of having her dead best friend re-appear as a creature of the upside down, Robin had simply accepted it and moved on. Happy to have Steve back no matter what it looked like.

And what it looked like was blending raw meat, and reading together in the bathroom to bring back his ability to talk, and stealing clothes for the veritable nest Steve was building in her closet. The next step in her plan to re-domesticate her best friend, had been to introduce him to another person: Eddie, evidently.

Steve promptly spends 5 minutes being a feral little creature, scenting Eddie within an inch of his life like he’d done to Robin, and then attempting to plant him in his nest like a little ornament.

Just. idk. feral kas!steve seeking out robin for safety, who slowly re-introduces him to his humanity and then his future boyfriend.

#stobin #platonic soulmates #also a bit of #steddie #as a treat (for me)#monster steve harrington #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #this has been plaguing me all day #fic ideas

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penny00dreadful · 11 months

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So does anyone remember that post that was like "Robin and Eddie meet when she does that thing that's like 'hello, please pretend you know me so I can get away from this person' then Steddie happens?" Because I do. I cannot for the life of me find it. If anyone knows the post I'm talking about please let me know so I can link it, this is very much not my idea, it's that persons idea but the brain worms got me so here we are. 🤷‍♀️

We found it! It's this post by @wynnyfryd Thank you Anon! Obviously I went in a different direction with it but this post was 100% my inspiration so thank you for helping me find it!

AO3 link for those asking! 🖤

Robin should be royally pissed off with herself right now. She would be if she wasn’t so damn scared.

That guy was still trailing behind her, no matter the twists and turns she’d taken down different streets trying to lose him and the only thing she’d gained from it was to get totally and completely lost. It could be something completely innocent, the guy might be coincidentally going in the same direction as her but she wasn’t willing to give him the benefit of the doubt if it meant keeping herself alive.

The distance between the two of them was slowly closing as she was followed through the dark and empty streets of the city, hoping, praying for some kind of shop or restaurant or something to make an appearance so she could hide inside but apparently Robin was able to find the one street in this city where everything was either closed for the night or boarded up.

Her heart was pounding in her ears and the beginnings of tears were starting to sting her eyes and all she could think of was how sick with worry Steve was going to be in the morning when he woke up to no missed calls, no missed texts and no Robin. She’d scoffed at him hours earlier when he’d offered to go to the ‘work thing’ with her but she'd told him she was a big girl and she could look after herself and not to be such a worrywart mom.

And now she had no idea where her phone had gone, if she'd left it behind or dropped it somewhere, no idea where she was and no idea of what she was going to do.

If she’d been a bit more present in her head she probably would have noticed the loud, braying, male laughter coming from just ahead of her and crossed the street to avoid them before it was obvious she was avoiding them. But as it was she could barely see straight through her tears and panicked tunnel vision while simultaneously trying to keep an eye on the slowly encroaching guy behind her. She was practically already in the group’s space and one of them had definitely already seen her though he didn’t pay her any attention.

But even through her blurred vision and panic, she finally registered what exactly she was looking at. Four men standing around the entrance to what looked like the diviest of empty dive bars, chain smoking and being as loud as humanly possible, but that’s not what caught her eye.

Long hair, chains, leather, denim, tartan, rings, tattoos, subculture. If Robin had to choose a group of men to approach, any kind of subculture would be the best option. They knew what it was like to be other. There was no guarantee these guys were safe, but they were probably safer than a group of frat boys.

The next thing that caught her eye that nearly made her cry in relief as she got closer were the patches and pins.

A rainbow ‘A’ against a black and white striped background pinned on one guys collar, a yellow-white-purple-black patch on another's arm, a pink-yellow-blue patch over the third guys heart and a progress pride flag pinned to the largest guys pocket.

Her people.

Without a second's hesitation she made a bee-line for them, planting herself firmly next to yellow-white-purple-black patch person who had a mess of thick light brown curls that reminded her of Steve’s hair. They fell painfully silent at her arrival.

The four of them blinked down at her, with her tearfilled eyes and wild aura of panic around her they were probably, understandably freaked out.

“Hi guys!” She called out to them, probably a little too loud, hoping her voice carried back to the fucker following her, tensing as she could actually hear his footsteps approaching now.

The guy with the longest hair and the pink-yellow-blue patch standing directly in front of her glanced quickly over her shoulder before returning his gaze to her. His face split into a wide warm grin, tapping her shoulder lightly.

“Hey girlie. We thought you weren’t coming, we’ve been waiting.”

The footsteps behind her audibly slowed down. Robin laughed, a little maniacally, keeping her frantic gaze on him, not daring to turn around. “Yeah, I uh- g- got sidetracked.”

“Eddie, what-”

Pink-yellow-blue patch guy, Eddie she supposed, slapped ‘A’ patch guy lightly on the stomach with the back of his hand, shutting him up as her pursuer passed them by, giving the group a wide berth.

“Hey, no worries. You’re here now, right?”

Pride patch guy kept his eyes on the guy who’d been following her the whole time, only looking away when he eventually turned the corner, disappearing into the night.

Robin immediately felt her posture slacken now that he was finally gone, the full weight of everything coming down on her. Her tears began to spill over and her whole body shook as hysterical sobs started to pour out of her body.

“I’m sorry. I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do. I think I left my phone behind and I don’t know where I am. We only moved here a couple of weeks ago and I got lost trying to get away and- and-”

“Hey, hey. It’s okay.” Yellow-white-purple-black patch person squeezed her shoulder lightly, keeping their distance. “You’re okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“We can call someone for you, if you want?” Eddie asked, crossing his arms tight like he was trying not to reach out to her, probably worried it would freak her out more. “Boyfriend or girlfriend-”

“Or romantic partner.” The person with their hand on her shoulder interjected lightly.

“Alright Baron from the Baronies.” Eddie snorted. “But fair point, Gareth. Romantic partner or friend or whatever?”

“Um,” Robin’s voice was still shaking. “I don’t… I’ve never been good at memorising numbers…”

“Me too, terrible at them.” Eddie smiled again, pulling his phone from his pocket. Robin’s fear and panic was almost entirely gone now even though she was still hiccuping and sniffling underneath their concerned gazes. They were all firmly keeping their distance, keeping any touches short and fleeting, not moving too suddenly, trying their best to make sure she knew they weren’t a threat and it was really helping her to start feeling safe again. “But we could try to find them online? Instagram or something?”

“Yeah. Yeah we could try that.” She wiped her eyes roughly against her sleeve as she shuffled over to Eddie’s side. “My best friend, Steve, he uh- he’s probably asleep and I don’t think you can call him if you don’t have him added…”

“You can send him a message.” Eddie replied easily, handing his phone over. “And if he doesn’t wake up, we’ll try something else.”

“Don’t worry we’ll get you home.” ‘A’ patch guy smiled down at her while pride patch guy nodded along.

Robin sniffed again. “Thanks.” She was able to conjure up a small watery smile as she opened the app and found Steve’s profile, shooting off a quick message begging him not to freak out and explaining the situation as concisely as she could.

“Here.” She handed Eddie back his phone who glanced down at it for just a second before his eyes widened slightly as he scrolled through Steve’s profile.

“Oh shit. This is your friend?”

Robin nodded. “Mm-hmm.”

“He’s… he’s really pretty.”

That managed to pull a startled laugh from her. “Oh god, don’t tell him that, you’ll give him a big head.”

“Let me see?” Gareth asked, whistling low when Eddie turned his phone around showing a photo of Steve and Robin at their last pride parade cheering with the crowd, Steve with the pink-purple-blue of the bi flag smeared across each cheek and Robin with the pinks, oranges and white of the lesbian flag draped around her shoulders. “He is really pretty.”

Eddie snatched the phone back, cradling it to his chest. “Fuck off, Gare. I saw him first.”

Robin smiled again. “Any response from him?”

“Hm?” Eddie asked distractedly, scrolling through Steve’s photos before pride flag guy punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! Wh- oh, sorry!” Eddie frantically scrolled back up before clicking into his messages again and shaking his head. “Nothing yet.” He held the phone out to show her.

“Okay.”

“What’s your address? If he doesn’t respond, we'll find a way to get you there.”

“Uh…” Robin was drawing a complete blank, only able to remember her parents home address hundreds of miles away.

“Or tell us something nearby.” Eddie added, not missing a beat, clearly picking up on Robin’s lack of an answer. “What’s on your street?”

“Um,” she closed her eyes, trying to picture it in her head, “there’s a couple of Chinese take outs, Asian food store, paint store… there’s… I think it’s a tattoo parlour? There’s designs painted on the window, a tower on either side. I think they’re from Lord of the Rings?”

“Inklings? Is that the place?”

Robin opened her eyes. Eddie was grinning at her conspiratorially. “That’s it. You know it?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I work there?”

“No way.”

“Way.”

Hope was starting to grow feathers inside Robin’s chest. She could go home, she didn’t have to stay out all night waiting for Steve to wake up and never let her out of his sight again, she could hug her best friend and drink coffee out of her favourite mug and curse at their finicky fridge and steal his hair products again. She could go home.

“Is it far?”

“Nah, only a few streets away. Ten minute walk, tops.”

“D’you- I mean… do you think you could-” Could she really ask them to walk her home after they’d already done so much for her? Would she be asking too much? Could she be putting herself in more danger?

“I can take you there if you want? Let you get back to your… Steve.” There was a slight blush dusting over Eddie’s cheeks. Maybe he did have an ulterior motive, but it wasn’t an ulterior motive involving her. If she wasn’t so wrung out and aching to crawl into her own bed she’d be thinking up teasing material to lambaste Steve with. But as it was, she was desperate to get home.

“Would that be okay?”

“Yeah.” Eddie replied, bright and easy. “It would just be me and you though,” he held his hands up in surrender, “and you can totally say no, like if you're uncomfortable or whatever. Gareth is Grant and Jeff’s ride home and you’re still on the clock, right?” He turned to Gareth towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, but I get off shift in about an hour so could come in if you wanted, wait around in the back room until then if you wanna go as a group?” They answered.

“I think… I think I just want to get home.”

“Okay, cool. No worries I’ll get you there safe and sound. Here,” Eddie pulled his phone out again, “I’m gonna message Steve to let him know we’re on the way in case he wakes up,” he showed her the short message only sending it off when she gave a nod, “and I’ll get you to navigate just so we don’t get lost.”

He handed his phone to her with the maps app open, directing them towards Inklings tattoo parlour. He was playing it off like an easy joke, instead of another way to assure her she was safe. He was making sure she knew exactly where he was taking her at all times, he was making sure she had the ability to call the police or whatever if he turned on her, he was making sure she knew he didn’t need or want her address if she didn’t want to give it.

This fucking guy.

He definitely wouldn’t be the worst choice Steve had ever made if it did go that way.

“I don’t know how to thank all of you, seriously. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t run into you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Grant smiled at her before hesitating. “Uh, I just realised we don’t have your name.”

“Oh!” She laughed at herself, feeling lighter. “I’m Robin.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Robin.” Grant held his hand out, shaking hers once she took it.

“Likewise.”

“And don’t worry about thanking us, just pay it forward, yeah?” Jeff said.

“Plus.” Gareth took on a nonchalant tone even though they had a smirk plastered over their face. “We’ll see you again at Steve and Eddie’s wedding.”

“Shut up!” Eddie scowled but didn’t hold onto it for long in the wake of Robin’s giggles.

She sighed once the giggles subsided, a weight lifted off her shoulders. “I look forward to it.” She raised her hand in salute as the three of them headed back inside, turning to Eddie as he held his elbow out.

“Shall we?”

Robin tried to suppress her smile but took Eddie’s arm anyway. They only made it down one street and around one corner, Robin clutching tight to Eddie’s phone before he finally asked.

"So."

"Best friend Steve." Eddie twirled his rings around his fingers. "Is he…"

“He’s single.” She answered lightly. “But you might be arriving into his life at the wrong time. He’s recently sworn off men.”

“Well we’ve all sworn off men once or twice. Men are terrible.”

“Agreed.”

“Is it because of a bad ex?”

Robin threw her head back with a groan remembering the giant breakdown that had finally finally ended it. “Tommy was the worst. He’s the reason we even moved out here, there’s nowhere to get away from an ex in a small town, you know? They’re everywhere. I’m not going to go into what happened, it’s not my business to say but it was bad.”

Eddie nodded, his eyes down on the ground, running through everything in his head.

Robin could see the tattoo parlour up ahead, the glorious sight of their apartment building just a few buildings away.

“Do you think… with time… he could open himself up to men again?”

Eddie had such a tentative hope in his eyes, it was adorable really. Looking over him, she thought about the type of people Steve would constantly thirst over, blip in the matrix Tommy Hagan notwithstanding.

Lithe bodies with full lips and giant eyes, hair he could run his fingers through and something unusual about them. Something odd.

He’d never explicitly gone for someone so heavily into a subculture before but he’d never turned them down either. And based on Eddie’s job at the tattoo parlour and the way he was dressed, he almost definitely had some ink on him. That alone would be enough to make Steve swoon.

“I think he might. Will you walk me up?” Robin asked, holding the door to the building open, offering Eddie the same kindness under the guise of doing a favour that he had offered her so many times tonight.

“Yeah, sure.”

They’d managed to make it up to the third floor, walking down her hallway before Eddie’s phone started to ping incessantly.

She turned the phone over in her hand, looking at the screen. “He’s awake.”

Robin, where are you?

Are you okay?

I’m on the way.

Please be okay.

Their apartment door was flung open just as they reached it. Steve was standing there panting and terrified, his hair a mess, his glasses askew, his jacket and shoes thrown haphazardly over his pyjamas.

“Robbie.”

Steve slammed into her, holding her tight before immediately letting go to inspect her face and running his hands over her body, checking to see if anything was wrong.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? What do you need?”

“Steve.” Robin caught his fluttering hands in hers and squeezed, nearly crying out in relief just to have him with her again. “I’m okay. Eddie and his friends helped me.”

“Eddie-” Steve looked to the side, noticing her saviour for the first time. “You’re Eddie.”

“I’m Eddie.” Eddie gave him a short little wave and a dazzling smile that quickly dropped in shock as Steve pulled him into a crushing hug, his blush returning with full force.

“Thank you, thank you so much. I don’t know what I would’ve-” Steve took a big breath in and loosened his arms from around Eddie’s shoulders. Robin saw his eyes slowly trail over his face before very briefly flicking down to the pink-yellow-blue patch then back up. “Come inside, the two of you. Can I get you anything? Tea? Decaf coffee? A glass of water? Like, literally anything to say thank you.” He asked, ushering the two of them into the apartment.

Steve caught Robin’s eye behind Eddie’s back and mouthed ‘oh my god he’s fucking gorgeous!’

Robin snorted and thought to herself ‘sworn off men, my ass.’

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findafight · 9 months

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Severely neglected component of modernish rockstar Eddie fics is Robin deciding to become an internet hater for Eddie. Like she finds out Eddie is semi/famous and is like "oh, you know what'll be hilarious?" And makes a twitter account dedicated to dissing him. You cannot convince me she wouldn't. Eddie knows she runs the account (it's not even negative it's just to rag on him. Tweets like "Eddie Munson seems like the kind of guy who would tell his friend he'll get her dr pepper and then get some bullshit knockoff. What the hell is a peppo" and "Eddie Munson has probably gotten so distracted by his SO that he walked into a wall and then was still so distracted said SO thought he was concussed." Or "Jeff is actually the best member of CC Eddie probably walked on cafeteria tables in HS" And of course "everybody says I hate on Eddie too much but they don't know he woke his SOs bff up just to ask if there was any peppo left. Twice.") But he can't do anything about it. It's a bit of a meme, because the account never says anything actually mean about Eddie, or his music. Just. Bizarre hypotheticals. (They are not hypothetical)

People are like "how do you feel about EddieMunsonh8r at twitter dot com"

And he has to grit his teeth and say people can have their own opinions about him, ignoring the fact that Robin was literally sitting beside him poking him when she tweeted earlier that day about him wiggling his fingers and saying he'd like to have a little morsel (in reference to cheezies).

When asked why she does it she just says "to keep him humble. And also it's funny to see if people believe he would do this stuff."

Gareth proposes one of them make an account like that about Steve, semi famous stuntman who's doing some more acting now, and the next day Robin tweets "CC seems like the kid of guys who'd make a fake hater account about Steve and use actually silly billy things he does as content" (Jeff tattled)(Eddie groaned)(Steve and Robin cackled)

#robin Buckley #eddie munson #steve Harrington #steddie #stobin #honestly most steddie fics lack robin absolutely razzing on eddie #eddie being famous? she has apublic forum for teasing him.#tbh to me famous eddie is a vehicle for robin being funny (esp if qpr lavender marriage stobin)#rockstar eddie munson #platonic stobin #finda's rambles #finda writes stuff #not really but kinda #stranger things #actually. robin would do this either way if eddie was famous or not #she just more reach and influence if eddie is famous

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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“Steve, it’s an emergency. I need to kiss you. Actually, I need you to kiss me. But I can’t just do it without asking because what if you don’t want me to, and I practically attack you? So yes or no? I swear it’s for a good cause.” Eddie comes running up to Steve in the bar, panting so hard Steve can see the chest movements.

They have taken Robin to a bar out in Indy to get her laid finally. Or at least a tongue in her mouth. The girl is pent up. And it’s Steve’s job as best friend to make that happen (Robin has told him to stop saying that, ‘it is gross’). Eddie is the only other queer person they know and, luckily, has made quite a few trips to Indy to know which bars were the good ones. He tells Steve that, like Robin, he is desperate to get laid, so this is the perfect opportunity.

Steve does his best to try and ignore the burning jealousy he feels at that. Eddie doesn’t know about his feelings (hell about his sexuality), and Steve is pretty sure Eddie doesn’t see him that way.

“Huh?” Asks confused, his brain struggling to process.

“Okay, I see you’re stuck on how to answer, but Steve—“ Eddie grips Steve’s shoulder, and Steve tries not to swoon. “—my ex, the extra shitty one, is here, and if he sees me alone I’ll either a) go home with him tonight and—“

Steve cuts Eddie off with a searing kiss. The thought of Eddie going home with someone else was enough for Steve’s brain to catch up to speed. Steve presses Eddie against the bar. The loud bass of the music suddenly becomes a light thrum in the background. All that he feels is the delightful pressure of their lips together. Eddie’s hands slide up into Steve’s hair as he gets pressed harder into the bar. Steve’s hands' grip Eddie’s waist and give them a tight squeeze. The idea of bruises being left behind, a mark of what they are doing here, makes Steve deepen the kiss. His tongue used to massage Eddie’s, tasting the menthol and rum on his breath. Eddie moans loud and heavy, vibrating Steve’s entire body.

“Eddie?” A voice interrupts them. Steve feels his anger spark back slightly but wills it down because the interruption is probably needed. They are very close to getting kicked out for public indecency.

“Oh hey, Ryan.” Eddie looks the blonde man up and down. He’s cute, Steve notes, but he lacked personality in his appearance. He isn’t what Steve expects from an ex of Eddie’s. He isn’t naive enough to think Eddie dates exclusively metal heads, but he expects someone to match Eddie’s energy. This guy—Ryan apparently—looks like every other guy you’d find on a Sunday in Supermart. Boring and lacking imagination.

“Who’s this?” Ryan looks at Steve pissed.

“Steve?” Eddie wraps an arm around his waist, bringing Steve close up against him. “This is my boyfriend.”

“This dude’s your boyfriend?” Ryan snorts. “C'mon baby, I know you can do better.”

Steve feels his anger finally pop. “He is not your baby. Yea, he can do better than both of us combine, but I’m lucky enough to get him. Now, you interrupted our time together, and we both know you saw what we’re up to, so don’t act like it wasn’t on purpose.”

Ryan startles backwards, “I—“

“Sorry, maybe I wasn’t clear. I meant leave the fuck right now.” Steve grits out, some of his Upside Down protection mode popping out. Ryan scatters quickly.

“Jesus, Steve, that was amazing. I’m sorry I had to make you uncomfortable with that.” Eddie’s eyes find his and cuts Steve off before he can protest and explain no, he really did like that “—and you never even let me explain reason b, by the way! Reason b is b) he would probably humiliate me in the middle of the club.”

Steve nods at Eddie but has one track mind at this point. He grabs Eddie by the face this time before crashing their lips together once again. This time Steve moans into Eddie’s mouth as they both get lost in the kiss.

Steve pulls back ever so slightly and talks directly into Eddie’s mouth, “Sorry. I think he’s still staring. Needed to do more.”

Eddie, with swollen lips and a kissed-out face, looks around the bar to find nothing. “I don’t see him anywhere.”

Steve smirks and pulls Eddie by his belt loops so they are flushed together. Steve leans into Eddie’s ear and nibbles at his lobe. “Hmmm, you’re right. I think he’s actually in the bathroom. Maybe we should kiss in front of him there.” Steve whispers hotly.

Eddie’s brain, which has short-circuited much like Steve only minutes ago, finally catches up. Eddie groans, his face collapsing into Steve’s neck. He licks a stripe up Steve’s neck all the way to his mouth. “Fuck. Yea, baby, I think I saw him too. Think kissing, though, won’t be enough. We might need to up our game.”

Steve nips at Eddie’s lips, “I was hoping you would say that. Guess I just know how much you love your games, Eds.”

They meet each other for one last searing kiss before rushing to the bathrooms to share a very tight, very heated stall.

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steddiehyperfixation · 1 year

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accidental eavesdropping (steddie ficlet)

based on this post by @imjust-that-shy. i hope i did this vision justice <3

The doors to the bathroom burst open, and - on some pure, inexplicable instinct and with nearly inhuman speed - Eddie darts back into the stall he'd just been about to come out of and leaps to perch on top of the toilet seat, crouched there like some sort of creature.

He hears the sound of retching and the stench of vomit fills the air. He holds his breath, wrinkling his nose and trying to imagine what possible context could be behind Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley bursting in here together to puke their guts out. Eddie knows the two of them work together, he’s seen them sharing shifts at Scoops Ahoy when he's walked by. (Not that he often intentionally passes by the ice cream parlor and slows down just to catch a glimpse of Steve or anything… Although who could really blame him if he did? Like, come on, Steve in that uniform? Hello, sailor.) His mind is busy spinning stories of possible explanations, ranging from spoiled ice cream to sneaking alcohol and getting too drunk during their break.

Eddie's leaning towards the 'drinking on the job' explanation, especially when the retching finally ceases and Robin says something about the room no longer spinning. Those little rebels, Eddie thinks approvingly.

“When’s the last time you, uh…peed your pants,” Steve is asking Robin now, in response to her telling him in a Russian accent to interrogate her.

Eddie curls over his knees, tilting his head to try to peer through the gap between the stalls and the floor to put an image to his eavesdropping. Might as well, he’s kind of stuck here and there’s really not much else he can do right now. He can see Steve’s legs, one bent and the other stretched out in front of him, and Robin in the stall past him laying on the floor with her legs up against the stall wall as she answers, “Today…”

“What?” Steve questions.

“When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw!” Robin says.

Okay…what? Russian doctors and bone saws? Eddie’s now thoroughly intrigued, if a little (okay, a lot) confused. Maybe they’re talking about a movie they watched or something.

Steve’s legs shake with his laughter. “Oh my god.”

“It was just a little bit, though.” Robin pinches her fingers together as she twists her body in Steve’s direction while he laughs again and mutters that whatever it is they took is still in her system. She pushes her feet off the stall and slides to sit against the opposite wall. Eddie can only see her legs now. “Okay, my turn. Have you…ever been in love?”

Steve answers that he has, with Nancy, and makes a sound mimicking an explosion. Eddie remembers that, remembers seeing Steve and Nancy being all touchy and cute in the hallways at school while he was trying his damndest to convince himself that he absolutely definitely did not wish he was in Nancy’s place. It didn’t work very well. And it’s not working very well now either as Steve starts to go on about some new girl he likes now instead - some girl who’s funny and smart and can crack secret Russian codes (okay, seriously, what is it with these two and Russians?) and oh shit, he’s talking about Robin.

Eddie very suddenly feels like he should not be here listening to this, eavesdropping on Steve confessing his feelings for someone. Not only is that, like, a private and personal thing, but also what if Robin likes him back and they start kissing or something right here in this bathroom where Eddie has to sit here and listen to it and that would just be horrible for him for so many reasons and- Eddie’s getting ahead of himself. Robin hasn’t even said anything yet, and her knees are pulled up to her chest and her voice shakes when she confirms she’s still alive after Steve asks if she’s OD’d there in the silence and she uncurls with a deep sigh. All signs that she doesn’t actually like Steve back.

Eddie watches as Steve shifts and slides under the stall into Robin’s, and catches sight of the nasty bruise marring nearly half of Steve’s otherwise beautiful face as he does so. Now concern has been added to the list of emotions this eavesdropping experience has rollercoastered him through so far. The bruise looks fairly fresh and Eddie can’t help but wonder what the hell gave Steve a black eye like that and if he’s okay.

After a brief spiral of concern for Steve’s face, Eddie tunes back into reality to find himself staring at Steve’s ass as Steve now sits with his back against the stall wall opposite Robin. Eddie blinks, expands his tunnel vision to include Steve’s lower back and Robin’s legs which are also visible beneath the gap in the stalls.

“It’s not because I had a crush on you,” Robin is saying. “It’s because…she wouldn’t stop staring at you.”

“Mrs. Click?” Steve sounds confused.

“Tammy Thompson,” Robin clarifies. “I wanted her to look at me.”

Oh. Eddie should really not be listening to this. Robin is trying to come out to Steve, trying to share something deeply personal and vulnerable with him and only him, not knowing that she’s outing herself to an eavesdropping near-stranger as well. Eddie feels violating and intruding. He can’t imagine how he would feel if he found out someone he barely knew had been secretly listening in on him coming out - probably not great, probably terrified. This is something he shouldn’t know, not like this.

“But Tammy Thompson’s a girl,” Steve says, his tone unreadable, and Eddie’s heart nearly stops, sure his own anticipatory anxiety is likely only just a fraction of what Robin must be feeling right now.

“Steve…”

“Yeah?” A pause. “Oh,” Steve’s voice goes soft. “Oh… Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Robin sighs. Eddie can see her hands nervously rubbing at her shins. “Holy shit.”

Steve is silent for a few painfully long moments. Eddie’s hands curl nervously around his own shins. Is Steve going to be homophobic? Should Eddie be worried for Robin now?

“Steve, did you OD over there?” Robin asks, trying to be light but Eddie can hear the anxiety in her voice.

“No, I just, uh- just thinking,” Steve responds.

“Okay…” Robin’s voice is barely audible. Eddie is holding his breath.

“I mean, yeah,” Steve says finally, “Tammy Thompson’s cute and all, but the only reason I never gave her the time of day was because I was too busy staring at Eddie Munson.”

The aforementioned Eddie Munson releases the breath he’d been holding with an involuntary squeak and claps a hand over his mouth. Thankfully, neither of them heard him over the sound of Robin shouting. “What?! Eddie Munson?! You liked Eddie Munson?” she squawks, voicing Eddie’s own stunned thoughts perfectly.

“Yeah,” Steve confirms casually, completely unaware that he's throwing an eavesdropping Eddie into an absolute crisis right now. There's a soft thudding sound like Steve's hitting the back of his head against the stall wall. His voice gets kind of wistful, almost dreamy, as he says, “His rings, man. Rings and tattoos…and that long hair and those chains he'd wear… Honestly just his whole punk aesthetic thing had me mesmerized.”

“Pretty sure he's metal, not punk,” Robin corrects him.

Thanks, Robin. Also, what the fuck is happening right now?

“Whatever. Still hot as hell,” Steve says.

Eddie squeaks again and practically shoves his whole fist in his mouth to keep himself from making any more noise, his teeth knocking against his rings. The rings Steve likes, apparently. He feels like he's going to pass out, his heart beating so erratically it's making him lightheaded. King Steve - the popular, preppy, stupid, gorgeous, dumb jock Eddie's been crushing on since forever - just called him hot????

“Did you hear that?” Robin asks suddenly, voice low and cautious.

Shit.

“Is anyone else in here?” Steve calls out.

Fuck.

Eddie bites down hard on his knuckles and holds his breath, going impossibly still. If they get up and search the bathroom, then he’s about to be caught red handed, crouched on top of a toilet seat with his fist in his mouth and his face flushed scarlet, eavesdropping on their private conversation about secret Russians and gay crushes. Eddie contemplates falling into the toilet and attempting to flush himself down it. Every god imaginable is receiving a silent prayer from him right now as he watches apprehensively through the gaps in the stall. One of those gods must've heard and taken pity on this poor gay disaster of a man crouched like a goblin in a bathroom stall, because after a few horrible seconds of silence, all Steve does is lean down to peer beneath the stalls for a moment before sitting back up and saying, “Looks empty. I think the drugs are making us hear things.”

“Yeah, probably,” Robin says. Then she giggles, knocking her leg against Steve’s. “I still can’t believe you were into Eddie.”

Steve flicks Robin’s knee. “I can’t believe you were into Tammy.”

“What’s wrong with Tammy?!” Robin protests.

“What’s wrong with Eddie?” Steve counters. “At least he’s actually got talent. Tammy’s a total dud - she wants to be a singer and shit but she can’t even hold a tune.”

Eddie is going to die. He is actually going to die right here, right now, because Steve Harrington thinks he’s hot and talented. And then Steve starts mimicking Tammy, singing Total Eclipse of the Heart in a ridiculously goofy voice, and now Eddie is going to die because he finds that so stupidly endearing and adorable. Maybe he should just flush himself down the toilet, save himself from this hopelessly pathetic crush of his. Instead, he’s saved by the bathroom doors bursting open again and a new voice shouting at them, “Okay. What the hell?!”

Steve and Robin collapse into a fit of giggles before being dragged to their feet by the newcomers and led out of the bathroom, leaving Eddie alone and reeling and struggling to process literally everything he’s just overheard. He finally hops down from his toilet perch and exits the stall like he’s in a daze. He’s not sure how long he had been camped out in there - probably only about ten minutes - but it felt like hours, so long that the world outside of that single bathroom stall almost feels foreign and unfamiliar now.

Eddie grips the bathroom sink and stares at his flustered reflection in the mirror and whispers to himself, “What the actual fuck?”

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Later, years later, only after he and Steve are already dating, Eddie tells him all about this experience, and Steve laughs so hard he nearly cries.

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munsonfamilyband · 1 year

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I’ve been on a Soulmates kick today and just saw a fic where Steve has two marks - one for Robin and one for Eddie. And it’s got me thinking.

Of course, he doesn’t know who his marks are for. He only knows that they’re two people because they look so different. Soulmarks show up where you and your soulmate will have the first skin-skin contact, and they have the words they will say when that happens written in their handwriting.

Steve has one covering his palm, the handwriting is small and sharp, all angles and no rounded edges. That one says “Steve, we need to run”. It seems scared, the wording, but he refuses to think about it. The other mark he has is covering his left hip, curling like someone was holding him from the side. This handwriting is completely different from the other one and is best described as chicken scratch. It’s big and messy, letters flowing into each other like the writer didn’t even pick up their pen between each stroke. That one says “I got you, just lean on me”. It seems less scared but there’s concern laced in the words that helps Steve feel less alone when he’s laying in bed late at night. That’s the only time he ever lets himself think about his soulmates, during the day he avoids it like the plague. His parents are soulmates and they barely speak, so soulmates can’t be all they’re cracked up to be. After Nancy never makes one of his marks tingle and burn he tries to give up on the idea entirely, figuring he can go on without a soulmate and be with Nancy - but then she breaks his heart and those late nights are all he has.

His first soulmark changes when he’s stuck underneath Starcourt mall the summer after he graduated. He had been working with a girl, Robin, who barely tolerated him on a good day and now she’s been sucked into his shitty world. When the alarms go off in the bunker he barely has a second to react before Robin is grabbing his hand and yelling at him, “Steve, we need to run!” His feet start moving and he yells back for her to be careful with his arm, even as he feels the tingling burn cover his palm and in that supply closet, leaning against the door next to Robin they make eye contact. In that short second of connection he knows that she felt it to, that he’s just found his soulmate and despite his fear he’s so happy that it’s her. Later, after they had both puked up their guts and he had confessed to having a crush on her, Robin told him about Mrs. Click’s class and Tammy Thompson and how she’s sorry that he’s stuck with a soulmate who can never love him back. Steve blinks and suddenly his two soulmarks make so much more sense.

“Robin, I have another soulmark. I don’t… I don’t think you were ever a romantic soulmate for me.” He watches the relief and, maybe even, joy cover her face and she launches herself at him in a hug, squeezing him tight and he returns the favor completely ignoring his own pain.

The other soulmate comes over 8 months after meeting Robin. He was so grateful for having her in his life but he still wanted that other piece, he loved Robin and she loved him but he wanted romantic love too. Unfortunately for Steve, just like with Robin, his other soulmark was triggered when he was fearing for his life. He had just been dragged through Watergate and made into a chew toy for a bunch of demobats. Steve was just trying to catch his breath when they all heard the bigger hoard approaching and he knew he had to run. He made it surprisingly far before the pain of each step started to settle in, his feet dragging more and more and his pace slowing when someone moved in beside him, wrapping one arm around his back to settle his hand on his hip. Eddie grabbed the arm closest to him and dragged it over his shoulders, giving Steve a grin. “I got you, you can lean on me.” This only made Steve completely trip; the sudden onset of tingling burning at his side so close to his currently bleeding wounds had his left leg collapsing under his weight.

“Why does this always happen when I’m in danger?” Eddie froze and then a laugh burst forward.

“That makes so much sense with context. C’mon let’s get you somewhere to sit and we can talk more when you’re not bleeding over me.”

When he and Eddie got to Skull Rock, he and Robin made eye contact and he watched her eyes flit down to where Eddie’s hand was on his side. Her eyes grew about three sizes and he just shot her the best grin he could. He didn’t care that he had been bleeding all over his soulmate for the past few minutes - he had gotten blood on Robin when they found out that they were soulmates, so it seemed fitting for him to be doing the same to Eddie.

Years down the road he would look back and laugh at the drama surrounding him finding both of his soulmates. Eddie even joked that the universe gave him two to make up for his shitty parents, and Steve wasn’t going to argue.

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #platonic stobin #is this coherent? idk #it’s like 2 am and i really only had power naps last night (aka two sessions of about 1.5hrs)#i’m just feeling Emotional about steve having both of his soulmates #i started reading the fic i mentioned at the top and left to write this because the idea of steve and robin finding out that #theyre soulmates in that russian bunker? punched me in the face

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