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i dont rhink you understand. steve getting pushed against the wall with a bottle to his neck and robin having to be held back by dustin to prevent her from beating eddie up. robin rolling up her sleeves and having the most murderous look on her face when she sees steve flinch when eddie leans in closer. robin running over to steve as soon as he's freed and rubbing his back and checkinf up on him because she was so so worried. you dont get it.
#they make me INSANE I NEED TO BE PUT IN AN ASYLUM AND LOCKED UP#miz talks#stranger things#stranger things robin#robin buckley#stranger things steve#steve harrington#stobin#platonic stobin#steve and robin#qpr stobin#qpr steve and robin#codependent stobin#codependent steve and robin#platonic soulmates steve and robin#platonic soulmates stobin#platonic with a capital p#stobin brotp#stobin besties#scoops troop#st1#st2#st3#st4#st5
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robin is using everything in her power to find steve a boyfriend. now that she had finally gotten her head out of her ass to see that nancy didn’t find her rambling annoying, but charming and that got comfy in their new relationship, she wanted nothing more than the same for her best friend.
for too long, robin has stood back and watched as steve got used and played again and again. too many men and women coming around and flashing him pretty smiles and saying all the right things just to take him on a date, get him to drop his pants, and then he’d never hear from them again. she sees the way it effects him, the way he seems to be deteriorating right before her eyes.
he’s given up flirting with the babes that walk in the front door of their job, choosing to stay behind the counter. he leans on his fist, flips through a magazine and only glances up to say hello.
unless, of course, that customer is eddie munson. eddie, who will come in so quiet and lean down in steve’s space to break him from his trance. and steve will smile. and he’ll blush. and he’ll giggle and look away so eddie can’t see how flustered he is. and he waves the late fees every time. and she continues to watch.
robin is using everything in her power to get steve eddie as a boyfriend. sweet eddie who holds the door for steve and makes him smile brighter than robin has ever seen.
and it’s this reason that she was able to convince steve to join her and nancy at a bar in indy and invite eddie along so he “doesn’t third wheel”. meaning it’s also this reason she’s currently tearing apart steve’s closet for the perfect “date me!” outfit. because if he pulls up to this place in a polo and robin’s the one who brought him? she could never go back.
“robs, i can’t wear these.” steve is bright red in the face as he looks over his shoulder in the mirror. she got him in the tightest jeans he owns, the denim light and hugging every single curve from the waist down. he’s lucky he can even breathe in them. he hates how his butt is on display and there’s no room in his crotch to move comfortably and what if his knees get cold where they’re exposed to the outside elements?
“you absolutely can and you absolutely will. turn around and let me pretend you’re a girl so i can drool over your ass,” robin whistles from her place on his bed. she’s surrounded by piles of clothes, a multicolored avalanche of preppy and she just might go insane. “now you need a shirt.”
“i don’t get why you’re putting in all this effort. i’m just gonna embarrass myself in front of him. especially if i try to make a move,” steve grumbles and tugs his current sweatshirt over his head. robin’s got a pair of scissors from his bedside drawer and a clearly well-loved pink floyd t-shirt in hand. “what are you doing?”
“how much do you love this shirt?”
“robin don’t you-“
“how much, steven.” her gaze is firm and he knows it best to just give in. he rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a huff and robin smiles back at him in victory. he’s turned back to the mirror, listening to the sound of slicing fabric behind him.
she tosses it to him once she’s done and he pulls it over his head. dear god his waist is on display. and the trail of hair down to- oh this is humiliating. “robin.”
“steve!” she squeals, clapping her hands together.
“robin,” he whines, throwing his head back and tugging at the jagged edge of the shirt.
“steve!” she answers in the same tone with a bright smile. “you’re so hot! eddie is going to eat you up and if he doesn’t, then somebody else absolutely will.”
“you think so?” steve looks at her through the mirror. a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips and she can’t help but smile back, full of love and warmth.
“i know so.”
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things season 4#steddie#robin buckley#qpr stobin#platonic stobin#codependent stobin
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god made them sisters bc their anxious attachment styles and mutual fear of abandonment couldn’t handle them as friends <3
#incorrect stobin#stobin friendship#qpr stobin#stobin#codependent stobin#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#steve and robin#joe keery#maya hawke#stranger things#scoops troop#fruity four#stobin headcanon#incorrect stobin quotes#incorrect stranger things#stranger things incorrect quotes
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separate them at your own peril
[image description: a collage of nine pictures of steve harrington and robin buckley from stranger things together with a picture in the middle with black text on an orange background that reads "THIS IS A SET DO NOT SEPARATE" /end image description]
#stranger things#platonic stobin#molly talks st#robin buckley#steve harrington#i don’t fully understand what queer platonic partners are but i think this might be it#stobin#qpr stobin
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steve and robin casually taking on each other's interests like its nothing. Robin watching sports games and occasionally giving her best go at basketball (and having an absolute blast swimming laps) with steve. steve listening to robin play and trying new weird music with her and even fucking around with her trumpet when she'll allow it. they're not the best at their new interests but they just do it together anyway and have fun just engaging with their hobbies together
just stobin hanging out and joining in on the things the other loves. not really into it personally but its that hobby with the other that makes it fun
#stobin#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley#qpr stobin#stobin friendship#stobin headcanons#stobin brotp#platonic with a capital p#stranger things#this post was brought to you by A Ton Of My Friends Are Music Nerds And It Really Makes No Sense To Me But I Love It Because Its Them#devon thinks sometimes
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QPR stobin in their forties, married since, like, '87, finding out about qpr language. They see someone mention it or just stuble upon it on the internet and go oh!! That's us! That's what we have! :) Because they're still involved with lgbtq activism, and are like oh!! These young people have words for what we are isn't that amazing!
I think Robin would find out that sometimes people call their queerplatonic partner "zucchinis" absolutely hilarious and never refer to Steve as anything else. He's her zucchini. Her sweet yam. Her pumpkin pie. Steve giggles at it and says "because we're fruity!"
They don't get divorced to get married to their romantic partners because that's a hassle and also they don't want to. What would happen to the children. To the cats. To the fish the cats long to eat that they are expressly forbidden from eating because their mother and father are cruel and deserve jail for a thousand years. They are each other's PERSON, no romantic relationship will change that. This causes some stir when it's revealed Steve is Eddie's partner and also Steve has a wife. Eddie Munson, beloved queer metalhead/rocker is a homewrecker?? They try to explain! They do!
Steve is like 'okay well we were best friends and soulmates and very queer in the 80's it was just easier to get married especially seeing as I wanted my parents to have nothing to do with anything incase I died, so no brainer. We already lived together, it didn't really change anything except we were able to adopt!" "But don't you want to marry someone you actually love?" "I love Robin more than anything else besides our children??" "Not...what about Eddie?" "Yeah I love him he's my partner. But I don't want to marry him I'm already married to Robin." "But you aren't in love with her" "not romantically no. We're what the kids call 'zucchinis'" "I'm sorry what" "zucchinis! It's what some people call a queerplatonic partner! Like, a life partner that isn't romantic but is still the most important person! Rob thinks it's a very funny name and I gotta say, with the unconventional nature of this type of relationship I agree it fits."
Steve gets on twitter and is like "sorry to everyone who doesn't understand platonically spending your whole life with someone but I'm different" and then logs tf off and lets people freak the hell out in the replies.
And Eddie is like yes my partner is married. No he's not cheating. Yes we were together when he got married. No I'm not jealous. Yes I knew he was getting married I know you know this I was the best man. No he's not getting a divorce to marry me now same sex marriage is legal. Yes I'm fine with it. No it's not a problem. Yes I understand ya'll don't get it. No I don't actually care you don't get it. Yes Robin and Steve are the most important person in each other's lives. No I'm not hurt by that they were like that when I met them. Yes I love him. No I'm not worried they're actually in a secret heterosexual relationship that's ridiculous and stupid this interview is over.
#qpr stobin#robin buckley#platonic stobin#steddie#give me unconventional relationship with rockerstar eddie!!! give me qpr stobin!!!!#i get that people want romantic ships to get married but i think that eddie wouldn't really want to get married#and also they were young (queer) adults in the 80's thats prime time for anitconformist queerness#also also if stobin were to get lavender married i doubt they'd get divorced bc they love each other too much#someone might being it up after same-sex marriage is legalized and they'd try to talk about it but get too upset because itd be too#much like a breakup. they cannot be separated they'll be too sad (not to mention how legally and financially their lives are entwined)#finda's rambles#finda writes stuff#this post probably makes no sense but whwtever im emo about qpr stobin#stobin#platonic with a capital p#steve and robin
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me, someone who firmly believes that stobin have seen each other naked/showered together/picked out lingerie together/describe their sex lives to each other in extreme detail because they consider themselves the same person so it’s not at all weird to them, reading a fic where they’ll tell each other “ew! I don’t want to hear about your boobies/dick/sex life!”:
#listen! they are WEIRD!#this is not a normal friendship!#they are codependent! they overshare! they have no boundaries!#stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#qpr stobin#stranger things#steddie#buckingham#robin/vickie#<- target audiences
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Does thinking about Stobin's friendship make you cry, or are you normal
#platonic with a capital p#stobin#platonic stobin#stranger things#qpr stobin#stobin friendship#platonic soulmates stobin#steve harrington#robin buckley
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Little Bird, Little Bird, Fly Through My Window
Read it on ao3 instead!
Robin’s mom calls her every Thursday at exactly 7:30 pm.
When she and Steve moved to New York so she could go to school, her parents initially pitched a fit about it. Moving 12 hours away, to the biggest city in the world, with a man she didn’t have any plans to marry?
Yeah, that certainly led to a few raised voices in the Buckley household.
But, once they got over the initial shock, her parents had come around to the idea. She was an adult, so they couldn’t stop her if she really wanted to, and Steve could charm birds off the trees with the right smile and sweet words. When she had finally convinced them that Steve was honestly just her best friend- no they weren’t sleeping together, no they weren’t secretly dating- they had agreed to support her. With a few conditions of course.
One: Don’t get pregnant.
Robin was pretty sure she would be able to avoid that one
Two: No going out at night without Steve.
Yes, they were still a little suspicious of whatever was going on there, but no one would bother her if he was walking next to her. That was fine, she didn’t really like to go anywhere without Steve anyway, that was the whole point of him leaving Hawkins with her.
Three: Her mother was going to call their apartment every Thursday at 7:30 pm, and Robin better answer the phone every single time.
That was the most annoying one.
Her mom just liked to talk so much. Olivia Buckely was a born and bred Midwesterner, and Robin had never had a phone call with her that didn’t last for at least two and a half hours. She always felt the need to update her daughter on every single member of their family, each neighbor, and all of her coworkers. What they had done, what they hadn’t done, who they were seeing, who they weren’t seeing anymore...all of it.
Robin couldn’t have cared less about any of that, but her mom still held her hostage anyway.
In all honesty, it was a small thing to have to fit in. She and Steve had settled quickly into their new life, and they had made a ritual for Thursday nights to deal with the annoyance of the phone.
They would come home from their jobs or their schools, and Steve would make Robin whatever she wanted for dinner. It didn’t matter how elaborate or how silly, he would make it. Once she had requested only a chocolate cake, just to see what he would do. An hour and a half later he presented her with a two layered masterpiece complete with birthday candles, just for shits and giggles.
They would eat dinner together on their lumpy little sofa, plates balanced precariously in their laps as they watched a movie on their tiny little box TV. Then, when the phone inevitably rang at 7:30 on the dot, Steve would take both of their plates and go do the dishes, coming back to the living room afterward to do whatever while Robin stood by the phone and slowly lost her mind.
Then, afterward, they would get rip roaring drunk.
It worked for them. It was annoying, but it worked for them.
It was on one of those Thursdays that Robin got the biggest shock of her life.
“Joanie called by the way. That woman who just married your Uncle Mitchell? I swear, I don’t know how he continues to get women to fall for him, he’s been married three times already. She’s a nice girl though, so I hope they make it, but she did bring along two kids of her own, so who knows?” Her mother prattled on, uncaring of the fact that her daughter was going to jump out their fifth story window if she had to hear much more of this.
Robin hummed to show her mom she was still listening, turning around to face Steve and miming putting a gun to her head.
He smirked at her and pushed up his glasses, lowering his gaze back down to the textbook in his lap. He had a test in one of his education classes tomorrow, and he was still studying. It was on Blooms….Bloom’s….
Bloom’s Whatever. It had to do with how kids learned, Robin knew that much. She had been helping him study for the last five days, but none of it really stuck in her head. It was weird, this was the first time that he really understood something that she couldn’t comprehend.
Oh well. It was stuck in Steve’s head, that was all that mattered.
“-plays baseball or something. And the older one is just a little bit younger than you, actually. Apparently, it was a teen pregnancy, a very big deal. Her parents disowned her, can you believe that?”
“No, I can’t,” Robin lied, not really sure who she was in disbelief for. Was this still about Mitch’s new wife, Jane?
Regardless of who, Robin could easily believe in someone’s parents disowning them when they found out something they didn’t like.
She could very easily believe that.
“Well, he is a very nice boy, Robin, a good addition to the family. You’ll like him, they’ll all be here when you come home for the holidays. He might even bring his boyfriend too. Oh, and please get me the times for your flights, honey. Your father wants to take off work so he can pick you two up,” Olivia said, her tone etching into impatience.
Robin opened her mouth to complain about her mom nagging her again about flights that weren’t happening for almost a whole month, but then her words finally registered in Robin’s brain.
Boyfriend. His boyfriend.
Her mom had just casually used the words ‘his boyfriend’.
“I’m sorry?” Robin said, her voice slightly strangled.
She must have misheard her, or the phone was malfunctioning. Somewhere along the 750 miles of line, it had to have cut out or warped the words, because there was no way in hell her extremely religious mother had just used the words ‘his’ and ‘boyfriend’ together in a sentence without bursting into flame.
“Your flights! Darling, I’ve asked you about this a thousand times. Put Steve on the phone, he’ll help me. I know I wasn’t sure about you moving out to that big city all alone with that boy, but honestly, now I thank my lucky stars that you have him. At least someone there would be able to find their head if it wasn’t attached!” Her mother teased.
Normally this was where Robin would get snarky, call her mom out for being just as forgetful as her. She couldn’t this time, she was too focused on the fact that all of the air seemed to have left the room in an instant, and her body had become mysteriously hollow.
“I wasn’t- his boyfriend?” Robin repeated, needing some kind of clarification. Steve, who had been happily eavesdropping on Robin’s side of the call the entire time, slowly put his book on the table, watching Robin with a worried look.
Olivia, who didn’t seem to have noticed the shift in her daughter’s mood, continued to gossip.
“Yes. Mitchell’s new wife Joanie? She brought her sons with her to Thanksgiving. Eric is the younger boy and Kyle is the older one. He brought his boyfriend Derek, who is a lovely young man by the way! He’s in school in Chicago studying finance, that’s where they met. He reminds me a lot of Steve actually. He has this thing he does with children, some sort of outreach? He was telling me-
“Mom,” Robin cut in, hard and fast. That was sometimes the only way to get a word in when it came to her mother, and Robin needed that word.
She wanted to ask a thousand questions, she had a hundred different things running through her brain.
She couldn’t find a single word.
“Robin? What’s wrong, little bird?” Her mother asked in a careful loving tone, using her childhood nickname.
Robin leaned back, her knees knocking together as she shook, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor. Steve got up from the couch, crossing the room in just a few steps and coming to sit by her side. Without a word he held out his hand, and she grabbed it with her free one, squeezing too tight. A rush of love for her best friend swept through her, and Robin squeezed his hand again.
Steve always just knew what she needed, and Robin had no idea how she had lived seventeen years of her life without him.
“You don’t- I mean you-” Robin cut herself off, lowering her voice to a whisper of complete bafflement, “You don’t mind?”
“Don’t mind what, my love?” Her mother asked, perplexed.
Robin smothered down a laugh, completely baffled. In the past four years she had lived through actual monster attacks and the literal apocalypse, but this was the most unbelievable thing that had ever happened to her.
“That he has a boyfriend?” Robin clarified, pulling her hand away from Steve for a second to run her fingers anxiously through her hair, before latching onto him again, “You don’t mind that Kasey, Kyle, whoever, has a boyfriend?”
“Oooooooh!” Her mother said, finally putting the dots together, “Well, it’s a little unconventional, but the boy is very nice. Both of them are!”
Very nice. Her mother, who literally carried a pocket bible in her purse at all times, just called a gay boy and his partner ‘very nice’.
Briefly Robin considered that she might’ve died in the Upside Down a year ago. There was no way this was reality.
“I didn’t think you had a problem with gay people,” Her mother commented after the silence had gone on for a touch too long.
“I don’t,” Robin quickly said, searching for an explanation that wasn’t ‘I’m a gay people’, “I just, I didn’t know you didn’t.”
“Of course I don’t! Have I ever said I did?” Her mother asked, sounding worried.
She didn’t need to say it. The endless crosses all around their house said it. The constant bible verses said it. The Reagan yard sign said it. The pastor at their church who said AIDS was God’s Will said it. All of those things spoke louder than words ever could.
But Robin had no idea how to explain that.
“You go to church every week!” She finally sputtered out, as if that was enough.
“And?”
“You quote the bible at me constantly!” Robin protested, her voice raising.
Steve’s hand slid out of hers, and he wrapped around her shoulders, rubbing up and down on the top of her arm soothingly. It didn’t do much, but it was enough to make her let go of the emotions starting to ramp up.
“I mean, c’mon mom,” She said softly, letting her heart open up that same painful wound she had carried all her life, “What was I supposed to think?”
“Well let me quote you some more bible then, dear, because you’re clearly missing the most important thing,” Her mother said, and Robin could hear the fluttering pages in her mind as Olivia looked for exactly what she wanted to say. When she found it she gave a quiet exclamation before clearing her throat, the way she always did when she wanted to ‘speak the good word’
“John 4:7 Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God.”
Robin’s mother had been quoting scripture at her her entire life. On her good days, Robin was able to just roll her eyes and politely smile and nod along. On her bad days…well there had been a lot of bad days. Never once had she felt comforted by anything in the bible.
Well, never before this moment.
Robin bit at her trembling lip, squeezing her eyes shut tight. Steve’s forehead gently knocked against the side of her head, and she leaned into him, keeping a death grip on the receiver as her mother stayed quiet on the other side of the line.
“I- I’m-” Robin stopped herself. The quiet stretched out into a thin tense thing, until her mother’s voice rang out again.
“Robin, darling, I would never hate someone for what they were born as. Kyle didn’t choose to be born a homosexual, the lord made him that way,” Robin scoffed as her mother quoted gay anthems back at her. Her mom paused again, then spoke even quieter, “My most important commandment from Jesus is to love him, exactly as he is.”
“And you...don’t think it’s a sin?”
Because that’s the thing that really scared her.
Sure, Robin had always worried about the big reaction- the yelling, the hatred, her parents telling her they never wanted to see her again, but that wasn’t what kept her up at night. But there fear that kept her from taking the leap. There was a reason Steve was the first person to know instead of her own mother.
Robin was afraid her mother would love her anyway.
Olivia would smile, and brush her hair back, and promise to love Robin anyway. In spite of the fact that she was a lesbian, in spite of the undeniable fact that her daughter was going to go to hell. She was scared her father would pretend that he accepted it, and behind the closed doors, they would be disappointed. Her parents loved her, and she was terrified that they would continue to love her anyway.
Robin wouldn’t be able to handle that. She could stand being hated, but being loved with a new asterisk attached would kill her.
“It’s not on me to decide what sin is, or to judge someone even if I believe I see one. Don’t forget the story of the adultress,” Her mother said instead of answering the question.
“But do you think it is a sin?” Robin pressed, needing the answer now that she had finally asked the question, "Do you think it is sinful for him to like boys?"
“No, I don’t. All he did was fall in love,” Olivia stated. As if it was that simple.
As if Robin had never had a thing to worry about. All that pain, all that self-loathing, all those nights she cried herself to sleep, all of it was completely unnecessary.
Robin’s mind raced, trying to find any way to make this make sense with what she had known all her life. Maybe it was different if it was your own kid. Sure, it might be easy to accept some random new wife’s gay son, but her very own daughter? Her mother surely would have a different reaction then, right?
Right?
She had stayed quiet too long again. Her mother spoke up once more.
“Sweetheart…I love you very much. You know I love you more than anything,” She started slowly, and Robin’s breath caught in her throat. This was it. It was time. Her secret was up.
“But if I have raised you to think that it is alright to condemn someone because of something out of their control, then I have to tell you that I disagree. Wholeheartedly.”
Robin laughed.
She couldn’t help it. She laughed, and leaned into Steve’s side, and let her tears flow. She laughed for a long time, far longer than she should have, and her mom stayed silent the entire time, listening to her reaction.
“No, mom. That’s, that’s not it,” Robin finally managed to choke out. Her breath was still hitching, and her shoulders were still shaking, even though the laughter had died away.
Another long pause.
Another frighteningly long pause. Robin didn’t dare to speak first.
“You know, your father and I talked for a long time about your plans to go to New York,” Her mother finally said, clearly starting down the long winding path of a story. Robin curled up in her soulmate’s arms and let the phone receiver sit nestled between them both.
“You were awful insistent about going with Steve. You kept swearing up and down that you weren’t dating. I’ll be honest, we didn’t believe you at first,”
Yeah, they both already knew that. Her parents had been eagle eyed, intensely analyzing every interaction the two of them had in the weeks leading up to their move.
“But then we saw you two together. Yes, you were very familiar, and we know that Steve came and slept in your room after you two thought we were asleep, but it was clear there was no romance between you two at all. Not exactly like brother and sister, but not boyfriend and girlfriend. that much was obvious. Which got me wondering...why exactly the two of you would move together. If it wasn’t love, what was it?”
It was love. It was the purest love Robin had ever felt for a person. It was the kind of love she could never explain. The only people who understood were the ones who had also felt it.
“I talked with his mother, and she said, well, let’s just say she had a few choice words about her son,” Robins’ mother said, making Steve take a sharp breath in. The subject of his parents was still an extremely sore wound.
No, not really his parents. His mother. Steve didn’t care so much about losing his father, that was an inevitability whether he came out or not. He was just too different, too far away from what his dad expected him to become. Steve was honestly kind of happy when his father had kicked him out after they found out he was gay.
But that was his father. Steve had admitted to Robin late one night that having his mother turn her back on him was something he didn’t think he was ever going to fully recover from. Robin didn’t really understand it. Steve’s mother had never been anything but a cold hearted bitch in the few stilted conversations Robin had unfortunately had to have with her, and she knew for a fact that the woman had never treated Steve much better.
But he still missed her. He still wished that she could have loved him enough to try instead of just throwing him away. Robin supposed it was probably different when it was your own mom who hated you for something you had never asked for.
And apparently, she never needed to worry about that.
“The things that Lydia Harrington said told me everything I needed to know about why that boy needed you. That vile woman, the fact that she is the head of our ladies auxiliary is a travesty, and I've already appealed to the board twice and- well, that doesn't matter. What matters is that it also got me to thinkin' about why you seemed to need Steve just as much as he needs you.”
Her mom trailed off with a sigh They were approaching the edge again, staring out over the canyon, both wondering if their wings were strong enough yet to take that leap.
“....Do you have something you want to tell me?” Olivia asked her daughter, offering to give her the push she needed to fly.
Robin had a hundred thousand things to tell her mother. She wanted to tell her about the clubs she went to dance in at night, and the girl who sat in front of her in the orchestra at Juilliard. Robin wanted to tell her about how much it meant to Steve that her parents had insisted he had to come home with her for Christmas, and the way he had stayed up late all month trying to finish the gifts he was making for them. She wanted to tell her mom about Tammy Thompson, hear her laugh as Steve and Robin impersonated the girl's truly terrible singing.
She wanted to tell her mom she was gay.
But…
“Not now,” Robin decided. She wanted to do all of that, but she wanted to do it when she could see her mother’s face, when she could feel her father’s big warm hugs, “When I come home for the holidays,”
“Alright,” Olivia agreed, her voice soft and dripping with honey, “When you come home- when you both come home- you’ll tell me what you need to tell me.”
There was a beat, and then her mom spoke again. This time her voice was thick with emotion, and the words came out heavy.
“And I will tell you that I love you. I have loved you from the moment I knew you were in my belly, and I have loved you every single second after. Through every argument, every tantrum, every time you slammed the door in my face and told me I was trying to ruin your life,” They both huffed out a soft laugh at this.
Robin had really had a flair for drama when she was younger. Still did.
“I have loved you the entire time, and I will continue to love you until my last breath.”
“Mom,” Robin started, about to start the cycle all over again, but her mother interrupted her.
“You,” Olivia said with as much conviction as she could possibly have, “are the greatest gift of my life, Robin. My greatest joy. And I hope that you know that you can tell me whatever you need to, whenever you need to. I’d bury a body for you, little girl, but don’t you dare make me!”
She and Steve both broke out into giggles at this. The air was starting to come back into the room, warm and sweet.
“Your father feels the same way, just so you know,” Her mom added, just in case Robin hadn’t already caught that from everything else said, “Nothing could change how we feel for you,”
“Okay,” Robin whispered.
“You’re not alone right now, right?” Her mom asked, the normal touch of worry coloring her tone.
“No, um- Steve is sitting right next to me,” Robin admitted, hoping her mom would be okay with knowing that he had heard all of that.
“Hi, Mrs. Buckley,” Steve called, his voice betraying the fact that he had also been taken down by her heartfelt confession.
“Hi Angelboy!” Her mother sang, using the silly nickname she had assigned him when he had done the dishes one night after a family dinner. Olivia had been complaining that no one in the house ever helped her, and while she was ranting, Steve had snuck into the kitchen and finished all the dishes. She had bustled into the kitchen, found that there was no more work to be done, and declared that he was ‘her angel boy’, and she was stealing him from Robin.
“Make sure he knows the same thing goes for him- nothing changes that he’s a part of this family now,” She stated firmly.
“He knows,” Robin reassured her, knowing her mother would get in a car and drive all the way to New York just to come and beat it into their heads if she detected even a hint of doubt.
Robin rubbed at her face and took a deep calming breath, exhaustion starting to come over her in a haze. After that much emotion, the only thing she could want was her bed.
Well that, a stiff drink, and her best friend letting her leech his body heat all night long. As if sensing what was going on, Robin’s mother gave a loud exaggerated yawn.
“Alright, love. It’s getting pretty late, and I know you two were studying, so I’m going to let you go now, okay?” Her mother said.
“Okay,” Robin said, suppressing her own real yawn.
“Remember our rule though. I call on Thursdays at 7:30, and you?”
“Answer the phone,” Robin replied. This was routine, easy, normal. This was how they ended every phone call, with Olivia reminding Robin, as though her daughter had somehow forgotten in the last seven days.
Usually it annoyed her. Tonight she loved it.
“That’s right,” She said. Robin could just see her nodding her head as if she had just won a great battle.
“I love you, little bird,” Her mother cooed, and Robin smiled.
“I love you too mom,”
The words came easy. For years and years it had been so hard. Hard to say it back, hard to mean it when she had been so sure that it wouldn't be true for much longer. But now, Robin could tell her mother that she loved her as much as possible, and she was going to.
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Robin and Steve totally have best friend nights where they unplug the phone (the walkie is there for emergencies) get all the worst rated movies from the store, a shit tonne of takeout, they've got Steve's fancy face masks on and fluffy bathrobes, Robin is painting Steve's nails baby blue, they're shit talking everyone, they're bemoaning about their crushes, they are happy.
#stranger things#steve harrington#stranger things s4#st4#robin buckley#platonic stobin#stobin#qpr stobin#platonic with a capital p#platonic soulmates#besties#drabble
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How can someone write a Stranger Things fanfic without making Stobin platonic soulmates? It feels illegal.
#steve harrington#robin buckley#platonic stobin#platonic soulmates stobin#stobin friendship#steddie#stranger things#qpr stobin#codependent stobin
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so glad that i didnt make stobins little interactions up. saw someone say how steve was like dick out pissing and robin was just for the love of god redirect ur stream pls 🙏. robin told him when and why she peed her pants. steve tells her about his sex life. robin tells him to just 'be himself' and he tells her the same thing. they sat as near as the possibly could to each other at the tigers game. the muppet joke. 'robin i kinda wanna punch u' 'good thing ur sense of humour is still intact 😻'. them mocking and making fun of each other. platonic with a capital p. robin calling out for steve first when the vines get her. steve looking at robin just before he gets pulled under in lovers lake. robin ready to punch a man when eddie has steve up against the wall. steve drives her to work and school even though he thought she could do it herself. their whole big talk when they were making weapons outside the rv. holding hands in the rain. applying for and working at family video together. literally have stated that they wish they could just combine. 'what does he want us to do applaud 🙄 <33'. following each other around family video just chatting. robin feeling comfortable enough to come out to him. steve accepting her for who she is and instantly making her feel comfortable. 'should u strangle him or should i? 'we could take turns?? <33'. watching back to the future absolutely zoinked out of their minds but together. robin checking up on steve and rubbing his back after eddie got him whilst everyone else just goes straight to eddie. 'how many children r u friends with 🤔?'. their interactions in rebel robin. robin rubbing steves back in the vol2 reunion. steve being so happy for robin when he sees her flirting with vickie. everybody thinks theyre dating but theyre just horribly codependent. 'platonic with a capital p'. like just wow. Them.
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i love you, evangeline
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evie didn’t sleep a wink that night. she stayed up, tossing and turning in her pink sheets until ultimately giving up and passing the time watching movies on her laptop.
the sun rises through her curtains and knowing robin has an early shift, she pulls herself out of bed and into the kitchen.
there’s french toast in a pan on their stovetop when the thoughts that had plagued her all night came back. she misses dustin somethin’ fierce. thinking about being able to sit with him and hear all about the years she’s missed not being there, of telling her everything my she’s always dreamed of telling him. all the things he had missed as well.
she wanted him there for every accomplishment they’d had out here. she wanted to open the letter with him when she got into college. she wanted to wake up after her confirmation surgeries to robin AND dustin waiting by her bedside (she at least had robin for those which she is eternally grateful for. everything evie has done since she left, she wanted dustin there with her.
robin comes stumbling in, all bed head and smudged mascara. she flops into a stool at their kitchen table, eyeing evie suspiciously as she places a plate in front of her, a mug of hot tea following soon after. evie sits next to her, her own plate and mug on the table.
“what’re you doing up?” robin asks through a yawn and picks up her mug.
“good morning to you too,” evie says and reaches out a hand to try and tuck some of the tangles of robin’s hair behind her ear. robin rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.
“good morning, dingus. why are up?” she smiles and sips her tea. evie’s poking at her french toast with her fork, her eyes down at the table rather than where robin’s are burning holes into the side of her head.
“i wanted to talk to you,” is what she decides on.
“about what?”
“…i wanna see dustin…when he comes to visit.”
robin’s brows shoot up under her bangs and she can’t stop the warm smile growing on her face. she’s been waiting years to hear those words. years she was more than happy to wait, but years nonetheless.
“i’ll let him know. maybe he can come over for dinner,” she rests her hand on evie’s knee and smiles at the little nod her friend gives. this is good for them.
~🌷🌻~
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I think about life partners Steve and Robin adopting kids so often and I Know. I just KNOW that stobin would do the endless cycle of “go ask your mom” “go ask your dad” just to be so annoying. They think it is the funniest thing in the world. Their fifteen year old who just wants to see a movie with their friends does not.
Stobin would be the world's most EMBARRASSING parents. They have endlessly cyclical arguments, and will never, ever let go of a bit. They are the type that one starts a joke, the other continues it, and it just keeps on going, until their teenager wants to disown themselves post-haste (except not really because they love their parents). Bouncing off your thing, just like they'd send their kid in circles on purpose, they would also be constantly dropping wild lore about each other to one up the other. "Oh, your father won't let you go on a date at 16? Do you know how many people he had "dated" by 16?" "Well, at 16 your mother was in love with Kermit the Frog-" that kind of shit. They aren't conventional parents by any means, but there is! no shortage of love in that house!
#stobin#platonic stobin#qpr stobin#asks#anon#anonymous#wow so many asks tonight!!!#anyway i love this image anon i know they would be SO EMBARRASSING#steve#robin
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im confident that part of The Stobin Bond™ comes from them having impeccable chemistry which means they would've probably gotten along really well even before the whole Russian torture thing BUT Robin still had a pretty strong grudge against him from highschool so she just really really doesn't want to
so imagine: Steve and Robin working one of their firsts shifts at scoops together. During a small break between customers Steve gets her attention. makes unbroken eye contact. holds up one of their little spoons, and says "poon". then immediately breaking into a goofy ass smile. maybe even a giggle. and robin is trying so so so hard to look unaffected. annoyed, ideally.
then later that night while Steve's on break or maybe went home, shes waiting for the inevitable rush when the latest movie lets out. She wanders up to the register. sees the "poon" again. and laughs
#i always have stobin thoughts while at work#its the food service effect i suppose#i also put effort into ~the prose~ today so im hoping its good#you don't really have to tell me if it is better than usual but please at least let me know if its worse#thank goodnight gay people#stranger things#steve harrington#robin buckley#stobin#platonic obviously#platonic with a capital p#platonic stobin#qpr stobin#pre qpr technically but it is the vibes methinks#platonic soulmates stobin#robin and steve#steve and robin#devon thinks sometimes
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