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knoxvillegender · 3 months

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i am in love with steve harrington who is filled with so so so much love but was taught that love is (mostly) an inconvenience. steve who wants to tell robin he loves her but settles to the stuff he knows she's comfortable with. calling her robbie and babe. giving her rides to school. answering her calls, never missing one of them. kisses her cheek randomly and hugs her from behind to scare her. steve who hopes robin knows how much he loves her because everything he does is screaming that she's his person.

#ender.txt #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #qpr stobin #queerplatonic stobin #platonic stobin #stevie.writes.ideas

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fandsart · 1 year

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I just got a vivid image of Steve and Robin trying to play leap frog projected into my brain. It's a mess because Steve is a lot more coordinated than Robin and Robin doesn't even like jumping because it hurts her boobs, but she's the one who's really driven to do this because she thinks it would be funny. She just keeps hurting herself and Steve is like "we could always just stop" and she's like "we have to get at least six continuous hops in"

#platonic stobin #queerplatonic stobin #stobin #platonic with a capital p #stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #fandsart

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xstevex-world · 8 months

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Eddie: Robin! Steve! Homos say what?!

Robin and Steve: What?

Eddie, to everyone else: See! Endless source of entertainment, those two!

#incorrect stranger things quotes #platonic stobin #queerplatonic stobin #eddie munson #Robin Buckley #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things s4

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4nemo1egend · 11 months

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I want to see more fics where Steve struggles with depression.

Where he suffers from the guilt bc he had it easy - compared to Robin, to Dustin, to Eddie. To any of his friends and found family. But he is one of those who are constantly at their worst. I want to see fics where Robin and Eddie realise that Steve pretends, that he needs help, that he needs love.

And I want them to give it to him. Same as Steve gives his to Robin and her anxiety, and Eddie and his ADHD. I want them to love him, not through it, not despite it, but with it. Bc it's Steve and he deserves that.

#eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin brotp #queer musketeers #queerplatonic stobin #eddie and robin friendship

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ronancexists · 7 months

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Hi everyone! This is what I came up with for Day 5 of Ronancetober. I hope y'all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! (I also think it's the longest thing I've written so far for Ronance 😅)

Day 5: Blood

Nancy kept her mouth shut tight as the smell of blood permeated the air. She could feel her fangs emerge despite all of her attempts to keep them locked away. She hated that she was desperate to sink into the flesh that was omitting that deliciously bloody smell. Her eyes began to turn red, and she mumbled a hasty excuse to Jonathan about needing to wash up as she rushed towards the restroom, locking herself in and leaning heavily against the door. She was doing everything in her power to avoid fully turning and losing all sense of rationality, but she couldn’t resist.

Something about the blood was calling to her, begging her to come and have a taste. She could feel it in her gut, like a string tugging her right to the source. She knew it was only a matter of time before she lost control and ran out there. She had been drinking animal blood as often as she could, but lately she had been skipping some of her meals as she had become overwhelmed with school work and coven stuff. Nancy knew, as a result, she would be much more tempted to drink human blood. Not that it mattered right now anyways.

Right now, all she needed to do was focus on her breathing. Inhale for three, exhale for four. As soon as she inhaled, she got a good whiff of blood. A low snarl was elicited from her, trying to get her to give up and go to the sweet, wondrous smell that was the blood. She hissed, sounding as though she was in pain as this overwhelming sensation of hurt bloomed from the right of her chest. Looking down, she saw nothing physically wrong with her despite the searing pain passing through her. Suddenly, everything she was feeling made perfect sense. With a snarl, she jumped up and reached the window of the bathroom, easily lifting it open and hopping down from the second floor restroom. She raced through the dense forest, her feet barely touching the filthy floor. She took no notice as Jonathan and the rest of the family instantly came to her side, Jonathan more than likely feeling the same pain she was currently experiencing.

Someone was hurting her mate. And oh, they were going to wish they hadn’t.

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Robin howled in agony, collapsing on the forest floor in a heap as she began to writhe in pain, trying desperately to shake herself of the burning sensation. The leader of the hunters had just shot her with a silver bullet, their only weakness. It caused her to instantly shift back to her human form, crying out at the awful sensation of her body feeling as though it was on fire and going up in flames from the inside out.

Steve instantly arrived at her side, nudging her and whimpering as his best friend continued screaming out in pain, unable to do anything to help. While he wished he was able to take the pain away, he needed to stay intact to protect her and himself. He would do her no good if he incapacitated himself trying to save her. She’d just get up to protect him, probably killing herself in the process. So, as much as he hated it, he stood guard over her body, growling and snapping at the hunters in warning if they came too close to the two of them, showing he was unfazed by them and their bullets.

“This is gonna earn us so much dough,” one of the hunters said, smiling devilishly as they kept their eyes trained on Steve and Robin.

“Can you imagine the look on the boss’s face when he sees what we’ve got for him? He’s gonna be so pleased,” the tallest of the four hunters added.

“This is all fun and dandy, but we’ve still gotta take care of that one,” the woman replied, finger resting on the trigger as the barrel of her shotgun was aimed directly at Steve. “He’s all mine, fellas.”

“By all means,” the leader, the dark-haired, bulky woman who had shot Robin, said, granting the other woman permission.

Steve braced himself for the impact, eyes darkening in defiance. He would give up his life if it meant keeping Robin safe. If that meant fighting until not a single breath escaped any of these hunters ever again with a silver bullet (or multiple) embedded in his body, then so be it. These terrible creatures called Steve and Jonathan’s kind monsters, but they weren’t the ones ending the lives of innocent people. He bared his teeth in a protective manner, ready to pounce on these motherfuckers who dared to hurt his packmate, his best friend, his platonic soulmate, his other half (besides Jonathan).

He felt it before he saw it, and on instinct, he crouched down, essentially laying on top of Robin. It was just in time for Jonathan to come leaping over him with an inhuman growl, now standing in front of Steve and the hunters.

“You should leave while you still have the chance,” Jonathan stated in a low, threatening tone.

“What are you gonna do about it, vamp?” the tallest hunter asked, shifting so he was now aiming his gun at Jonathan while the others kept theirs trained on Steve. “You’re outnumbered, and we've got silver bullets. Those are pretty deadly to your kind.”

Jonathan shook his head, a smirk prominent on his face. “We've got a Nancy.”

“What are you—” he was cut off as Nancy snapped his neck, disappearing into the woods as quickly as she had appeared.

“There's another vamp!” the leader exclaimed, eyes searching frantically in the woods for any signs of movement.

“Oh, there’s more than just her,” Mike said, in tandem with Will lunging forward, taking down the leader with ease, leaving only the other woman and man.

Slowly, out of the woods, the rest of the family emerged, circling the remaining two hunters. Lucas, Dustin, and Max were in their wolf forms, while Mike, Jonathan, Will, and Joyce made their eyes turn red and showed off their razor sharp fangs. El, the only witch they’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, stared the hunters down, blood running from her nose as she held her hands out, wisps of magic crawling from her fingertips to the remaining hunters, keeping them trapped in place.

Nancy moved so she was in front, hissing at the hunters as everyone swarmed, disposing of them within seconds. As soon as it was over, she was kneeling on the ground beside Robin, taking her clammy hands and clutching them tightly, unable to fight against her tears any longer. “Robin, love, can you hear me?”

“N-Nancy?” Robin asked hoarsely, a small smile appearing as she recognized the worried, scared expression of her girlfriend hovering over her. “Is that really you?”

“It's me, Rob. You're gonna be alright, I promise. I've got you. I'm not going anywhere.”

“That's my girl,” Robin whispered, coughing up her own blood as it began to fill her lungs.

“Robbie, no! No, no, no, no! I'm not letting you die, you hear me?! You are not going anywhere!” Steve said, ignoring how his own skin began to burn as he pressed hard against the gaping hole in his best friend's chest, trying desperately to stem the blood flow.

“It-It's ok Stevie. ‘m gonna be ok,” Robin slurred, reaching up with a great amount of effort to press her palm against his cheek, urging him to look at her. “Love you. To the moon…”

“...and beyond,” he finished, choking on a sob. “Please, Robbie, don't do this to me. To us! I need you! Nancy and Dustin and El and Max and Will and everyone else, we all need you!”

Robin barely managed to nod as her eyes fluttered shut, the pain began to numb as she drifted deeper and deeper into the inky blackness that was beckoning her to follow. The last thing she felt was a pair of solid, warm arms scooping her up and cradling her close.

Then. Nothing.

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Joyce gave Nancy a soft, half-smile as the curly haired brunette started pacing up and down the sterile, white halls for what had to be the umpteenth time since they had brought Robin in.

Hopper had received calls from her and the kids to meet them at the hospital. He had arrived in time to see Robin being whisked down to surgery on a gurney, with the doctor promising Joyce and Hopper, as they had become Robin’s legal guardians over two years ago after her old pack had abandoned her, to update them as soon as possible.

That had been five hours ago.

“No news is good news, right?” Dustin had asked after the first hour had passed.

Nancy’s resulting hiss in his face as she pinned him to the wall indicated that no, it was not good news that they hadn’t heard anything.

“It’s all my fault,” Steve had whispered when hour two approached. Every head swiveled his way, seemingly confused as to why he was placing all of the blame on himself. “I should’ve listened to her. We should’ve stayed in the house and watched movies and made fun of each other's taste. Instead, I insisted on going running because I wanted to let loose for a little bit. Robin tried to fight me, saying she felt something was off, but I didn’t listen. I told her I was going, and if she wanted to go it was her choice. I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I should’ve listened to her. I should’ve listened to my best friend. It’s my fault she’s on that table, dying, with nobody to sit with her. It’s my fault. I should’ve listened to her, trusted her judgment. Why didn’t I listen to her?! I should’ve, but I didn’t! It’s my fault! All my fault! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I should’ve listened! It’s my fault! I’m sorry!”

Nancy was the first to move, rushing forward to envelop Steve in a hug as he continued to sob, saying it was his fault and that he should’ve listened to her. She cradled his head to her stomach, one hand tangled in his hair while the other rested on his back, rubbing soothing circles, grounding him. Her chin was resting atop his head as she hummed a tune she knew Robin used to comfort both her and him when they were in a bad way.

Steve fisted his hand in the material of Nancy’s shirt, wrinkling it as he held onto her, burying his face against her stomach as gut-wrenching sobs wracked his entire body. He continued to blabber his apologies, tucking himself tighter against Nancy as she began to soothe him in an oh so familiar way. It was everything Robin would do whenever he had a nightmare or a bad day in general.

Gradually, the knot in his chest began to come undone. He felt how his muscles began to relax, how his breathing began to even out, how the sobs began to die down until all that was left were tears and red-rimmed, sorrow filled brown eyes.

“It wasn’t your fault, Steve. Ok?”

He blinked, confused as to why she wasn’t punching him or screaming at him or blaming him. Instead, she was comforting him, something he knew he didn’t deserve. Steve went to shake his head, only to be stopped by Nancy putting two fingers under his chin, forcing him to meet her determined, albeit sad, gaze.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she repeated, calm, cool, collected, as if she was stating nothing more than the simple facts. “It was the hunters who cared for nothing more than money. It was the hunters who decided to follow you and Robin. It was the hunter who shot Robin. It was all their fault, not yours. You protected her. You guarded her and you kept her alive until we could get there. You did everything in your power to keep her here, with us. Even if…even if she doesn’t make it, you gave her a chance. A chance at survival, a chance to heal, a chance to see the people she loves once more. You gave her a chance, Steve. And that, that is a debt I can never repay.”

Steve fought the urge to start sobbing again. Instead, he stood up, Jonathan’s hand at the small of his back, supporting him. He wrapped his arms tightly around his friend, tilting his head so it was resting in the dip of her collarbone. He smiled, albeit a small one, as her arms came to wrap around him, borrowing strength from him as he had borrowed it from her. “Thank you,” he said, so quietly so only Nancy was able to pick up on it despite the super-hearing of everyone in the room.

By hour three, Max was about ready to storm into the OR, consequences be damned. Robin was her big sister, and the thought of losing her scared her like no other. She would be the first to admit she was reluctant about joining this very mismatched pack made of vampires and wolves and a witch, but Robin was the one who convinced her to give it a chance.

Robin, who knew next to nothing about skateboarding but still offered to take Max so she wouldn’t be alone at the park. Robin, who’d rather starve than see Max with a half-full plate of food, sneaking the redhead portions of her own plate at meal times when she knew, or rather thought, the teenager wasn’t looking. Robin, who always stayed by Max’s side when she was having a bad day, knowing that no matter what she did, all Max wanted was for someone to do exactly that. Robin, who was instantly there to reassure Max when she woke up screaming and crying and gasping for air in the middle of the night, that she was safe, no longer prisoner to the Hargrove home with her insane older step-brother. Robin, who helped Max with her homework when she was stumped and beyond frustrated, ready to strangle the next person she laid her eyes on because she couldn’t understand what the quadratic equation was. Robin, who matched Max’s snark almost perfectly, the two of them dissolving into uncontrollable giggles whenever they managed to make the unsuspecting target of their insults speechless. Robin, who had yipped and howled in sheer delight when Max transformed for the very first time, eager to have a new packmate to run with through the night. Robin, who had taken Max under her wing. Robin, who had become one of the few adults Max trusted.

Who Max trusted would keep her safe, would make her feel welcomed, would make her feel loved, would always be there for her, no matter what.

That very same Robin, who, Max thought bitterly, was lying on a metal table with doctors poking around at her insides to try and remove a silver bullet that could kill her, if it hadn’t already. It was only when Nancy sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her close, that she let the dam break. She turned her head so it was hidden against the vampire’s shoulder, tears leaking from her eyes as her body trembled with the agony of possibly losing Robin because of those fucking hunters.

“It’s alright, Max. I’ve got you,” Nancy said, hand curling around the nape of Max’s neck, soothing and comforting and grounding. “I’ve got you.”

During hour four, it seemed nobody could muster up the courage to speak. Or do much of anything, really. They all remained quiet as mice, leaning against one another, taking the slightest bit of comfort in the fact that they still hadn’t heard anything about Robin. As much as they hated to admit it, Dustin’s earlier words rang loud and true in each of their minds.

At hour five, Nancy was about ready to explode. She couldn’t help but to wring her hands together, run her fingers through her hair, cross her arms tightly over her chest, all while pacing in front of the chairs. She caught Joyce’s small smile, but she couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge it. Logically, she knew that if something had happened to Robin she would have felt it by now, considering Robin was her mate, but she still couldn’t stop the worry from squeezing like a vice in her chest, making it hard to breathe and even harder to keep her vision from becoming blurry.

If something happened to her mate, she wasn’t sure what was going to become of her. Would she go blind with rage, destroying everyone and everything in her path until one of the people in her coven/pack managed to stop her? Would she continue living but cease to truly exist, become a husk of the person she was after losing the only love she’d ever known? Would she simply give up on life here in Hawkins and follow Robin into the afterlife, knowing that life without her mate would only cause her more pain, more suffering, more devastation if she chose to live?

Luckily, Nancy hoped, she wouldn’t have to worry about any of that. She blinked once, twice, to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, before scrambling to her feet and appearing in front of the doctor within milliseconds, eager to hear any news about her mate. She could sense everyone rising to their feet, the anticipation filling the air with static.

“Family and mate of Robin Buckley?”

“Yes, that’s me,” Nancy said, swallowing thickly as soon as the words escaped her mouth, tongue feeling rough as sandpaper due to how dehydrated she was. “How’s Robin? Is she ok? Is she alive? Where’s her room? Am I able to see her now? How—”

The doctor put his hand in the air, silencing Nancy. When he was sure she wasn’t going to interrupt him, he smiled. “I’m pleased to say the surgery was a success. I’d be more than happy to take you to her in a few moments.”

Nancy visibly perked up at that, her entire body buzzing with barely contained excitement at the thought of laying her eyes on Robin, her girlfriend, the love of her life, her mate. Hearing that raspy voice, looking into those dazzling eyes, seeing the smattering of freckles across her face, holding her warm, moving, breathing body in her arms once more.

She could sense the change in the air as everyone seemed to suddenly lose all the tension they had been carrying.

“She was very lucky, Miss Wheeler. If the bullet had traveled even the slightest bit more to the left, it would’ve hit her heart, and thus, we wouldn’t have been able to save her. It did manage to puncture her lung, which is why she is on a breathing machine. It’s going to help to let her body rest and refuel after trying to fight off the invasion of silver in her bloodstream, but we assigned her some anti-silver medication that she is responding extremely well to. Miss Buckley should make a full recovery within a few weeks. She is currently in an induced coma, but we will be waking her within the week.”

The brunette nodded, the information flying right over her head. The doctor said he’d come retrieve them in a moment once he was certain Robin was settled in her room. When he was gone, Nancy turned and hugged Joyce tightly, the two of them clinging onto one another in relief.

“She’s gonna be ok,” Nancy whispered, screwing her eyes shut as tears of relief made themselves known.

“She’s gonna be ok,” Joyce assured, smiling up at Hopper as she hugged Nancy, eyes awash with an overwhelming amount of gratitude and joy, thanking the Moon Goddess for watching over their daughter and granting her permission to remain here, on Earth, in Hawkins, with them.

Seeing the doctor approach, Hopper finally spoke. “Let’s go see our girl,” he said, slinging an arm around Joyce’s shoulders.

“Be warned, she is recovering and won’t look as she normally does.”

“Thank you, Doc,” Joyce said, gesturing for Nancy to go in first. “Go on, sweetheart. We’ll be waiting right here.”

Nancy nodded, inhaling deeply before exhaling, though nothing could have prepared her for what awaited beyond the door. She stepped through, taking note of the dim lighting and the bare walls. She shut the door behind her, eyes widening in shock and distress at the sight of Robin.

She was deathly pale, IV’s and wires hanging, displaying all different types of vital signs. Nancy’s heart clenched at the rattling breaths escaping Robin as the machine being used to help her breathe kept her chest rising and falling at a steady rhythm. Her facial features were slack, showing no signs of pain or discomfort. The excess blood that had smeared around her mouth and her wound had been cleaned up, leaving her with slightly damp hair lying flat on the pillow and a decent amount of bandaging peeking out from under the neckline of the hospital gown.

“Oh, Robin,” Nancy said, choking back tears as she moved from the door to her girlfriend’s side, clasping her hands over the younger woman’s, careful not to tug on the IV attached as she sat in the chair situated next to the bed. She’d remain seated there for the next two weeks, ignoring the chatter buzzing around her, eyes unwavering from Robin’s still form, tracking the shaky breathing of her mate with the help of the ventilator.

It was the third week of Robin being hospital bound when Robin finally opened her eyes. She instantly shut them, a pained groan escaping as her senses began returning to her, slowly but surely. She couldn’t help the whine that escaped as she felt a burning sensation in her chest, though she noted it wasn’t as prominent as the last time she had felt it. Last time, she thought she’d simply keel over and die from how much it hurt.

“Robin?”

She recognized that voice. That voice was everything good and wonderful and amazing in her life. That voice was attached to the person Robin loved with her entire being. Her mate.

“Hey, you,” Robin said huskily, opening one eye, then the other until they were finally opening and closing in unison. They focused on the angel hovering above her, face muddled with relief and concern and happiness and anger and so much more. “Did ya miss me?”

Nancy let out a strangled laugh, leaning down to press her forehead against the younger woman’s, inhaling deeply, memorizing the scent that was so wonderfully and uniquely Robin. “You’re such an idiot, Robin Buckley.”

“But I’m your idiot, Nancy Wheeler.”

“You’re damn right you are,” she confirmed, pressing a soft, chaste kiss against dry, slightly chapped lips. “You up for some visitors?”

“Bring ‘em in,” Robin replied, knowing that the people outside her door were more than likely eavesdropping on the two of them.

“Robin!” Steve and Max exclaimed in unison as they burst through the door, Nancy moving out of their way in time for them to practically (very carefully) tackle the teenager in a group hug. They pressed their faces against her shoulders, arms wrapped around her and one another.

“I told ya I’d be ok,” she said jokingly, trying to ignore the tears stinging her eyes as she cautiously returned the hug, happy to be wrapped in the arms of some of her favorite people in the entire universe.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again, Robbie. I couldn’t h—I wouldn’t—I can’t—”

“Hey, dingus, don’t do that. Don’t you dare blame yourself, you hear me? It was that damn hunter who shot me, not you,” Robin scolded, lightly tugging on the sleeve of her best friend’s shirt to get him to look at her instead of hiding his face against her. “It wasn’t your fault, Stevie. You hear me? It was not your fault.”

“You and Nancy really are made for each other,” he said as he stepped back, leaning into the comfortable arms of his boyfriend, who was grinning brightly at Robin and gave her a small wave.

Robin waved back and chuckled at Steve, shrugging as she shot her girlfriend a dreamy grin. She then turned her focus back to Max, who refused to move from Robin’s embrace, scared that if she did, she’d lose her big sister for good this time.

“Max, kiddo, I’m alright,” Robin said, placing both hands on the sides of the redhead’s face once the younger teen finally worked up the courage to look at her, wiping Max’s tears away with her thumbs. “I’m so sorry I scared you like that, but I promise, I’m alright. I’m not going anywhere, understand?”

Max nodded, but at Robin’s raised eyebrow, she acquiesced. “I understand.”

“Good. Now, where are the rest of the little gremlins?”

As if waiting for their cue, the rest of the pack entered through the door, the boys pushing and shoving one another to try and reach Robin first. Dustin and Will immediately went to give her a hug, while Lucas settled for a fist bump, which had sort of become their thing.

El waited until the boys were out of her way before she approached, eyes scanning Robin’s body, checking that all of the silver had been removed. “You are ok?”

“I am,” Robin said, reaching forward to grab El’s hand, tangling their fingers together and squeezing. “You did awesome holding them off, El.”

El’s eyes shone with happiness at Robin’s appraisal. “You saw?”

“I did.”

“I was scared.”

Robin simply nodded, knowing there was more to come.

“I was scared. Scared to lose you. I didn’t want another person I love to die.”

“Lucky that those hunters were a terrible shot, then, huh?” Robin asked, smiling as El’s nose wrinkled with laughter while she shook her head in disapproval.

“I’m happy you are ok.”

“Me too, honey.”

“I’m glad you’re alright,” Mike said once El had gone to sit between Max and Nancy in the chairs scattered around the room, shoving his hands into the pockets of pants to hide how they were trembling. He would never admit it to Robin or Nancy’s faces, but he cared deeply for Robin and thought she and Nancy were perfect for each other.

“Thanks, Mikey.”

Mike rolled his eyes at the nickname as everyone laughed at his misfortune. He stepped to the side, locking hands with Will as Joyce approached Robin, sitting on the bed and tucking a strand of Robin’s hair behind her ear. She said something only Robin could hear before the two of them were hugging, Robin’s nose pressed deeply to the crook of her mom’s neck as Joyce’s hands rested on the small of Robin’s back and around her head, cradling her daughter as she once again thanked the Moon Goddess for bringing her baby back to her.

Hopper came forward and set a hand on Robin’s shoulder, Robin’s hand coming up to rest atop of his, eyes meeting one another and saying everything they didn’t need to aloud.

“Alright, everyone out,” Joyce ordered a few hours later as she noticed Robin’s eyes drooping and Robin biting her lip to stifle her yawns.

“But—”

“Out,” Joyce repeated, looking at Steve with kind but firm eyes. “We’ll be back tomorrow, I promise. But right now, we need to let her rest so she can recover faster and be back home sooner.”

“What she said,” Robin mumbled, body sagging against the bed as her limbs started feeling heavy. “I’ll see you lot tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, everyone said their goodbyes, shuffling out the door and pretending as though they didn’t notice Nancy was the only one who stayed behind.

“I’ll be waiting outside. Call if you need me,” Joyce said knowingly, looking between the two of them.

“Thank you, Joyce,” Nancy said, shooting the woman a soft smile as she closed the door quietly behind her. Her eyes swiveled back over to Robin, reaching over to gently brush a strand of hair off her face. “I’ll see you tomorrow, love.”

Nancy stood up, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her girlfriend’s head. She was about to step back and head for the door when Robin’s hand shot out, slender fingers wrapping around her wrist, gently holding her in place. Sleepy blue peeked out from half-closed lids, silently pleading. “Stay?”

Warmth blossomed from Nancy’s chest outward. “Always,” Nancy replied, shucking her shoes off as she sat down. She adjusted herself so she was laying her head on Robin’s shoulder, an arm sneaking out from between them to rest loosely across the younger woman’s waist. She turned her head, nose pressed against Robin’s neck, reveling in the fact that she was lucky enough to do this. She didn’t technically need sleep as a vampire, but this was as close as she could get, and she cherished every moment.

She listened as Robin’s breathing evened out and her heartbeat slowed, indicating her girlfriend was now asleep, content and safe with Nancy by her side, watching over her.

As she would for the rest of their lives.

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aceing-on-the-cake · 2 months

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This is a polycule, I'm taking no critiques

#queerplatonic stobin #queerplatonic robin x eddie #steddie #very very gay steddie #polyamory #polycule

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sapphirecobalt-1 · 1 year

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/46804651/chapters/117889981

Title: I’ve said too much, I haven’t said enough

Chapters: 1/?

Word count: ~7,222

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ships: Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington

Tags: adhd Eddie, autistic Robin, adhd Robin, deaf Steve, queer platonic steve & Robin, lavender married Steve & Robin, disabled Steve Harrington, disabled Max Mayfield, disabled Chrissy Cunningham, character study, AU - Canon Divergent, AU - Summer Camp, oh my god they were camp counselors, angst, angst with a happy ending, not beta read we die like Billy, tags will be updated as the story progresses

Summary:

It's 1987, and Vecna's been six feet under for over a year.

But even as our heroes try to move on, the havoc Vecna wreaked still haunts them.

Some things just refuse to be buried.

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creaturecosmo · 7 months

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TW: angst, depression, death mention (past), Steve Needs A Hug And Some Damn Therapy

Note: I wrote this in early 2023 on twt and wanted to add it here as well! It's heavily inspire by the song "Numb Little Bug" by Em Beihold, as you'll see by the initial dialogue.

Steve and Robin laying on the hood of his car car by the quarry and Steve says, "Do you ever get a little bit tired of life, like you're not really happy but- but you don't wanna die. Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive?"

"Yeah, you gotta survive." Robin counts the stars as she adds, "It's kinda like your body's in the room but you're not really... there."

"Or you have empathy but you don't really care. Like you're fresh out of love-"

"But it's in the air!" she huffs.

Steve sighs, voice soft and hesitant as he says, "Am I past repair?"

Robin sits up on her elbows, heartbreak in her wide eyes and soft frown. "Steve..."

"I just-" Steve sits up, throwing his hands in the air. "I don't care anymore, Robs! I can't! I keep slapping bandaids on gaping bullet wounds and I'm starting to run out of bandaids and having to use dirty clothes." He buries his face in his hands.

After a heavy sigh, he continues, "The people I love are dying, Robin. And I haven't done a damn thing to save them and I'm starting to wonder if I'm only making everything worse. If I should just... quit while I'm ahead."

Looking to the starry sky, he laughs wetly. "But that would make me psycho." He looks to his soulmate with a wry smile. "Wouldn't it. And we don't have time for that."

Tears drip down Robin's freckled cheeks. She's gorgeous in the moonlight, though the sorrow hallows something in Steve's chest.

"Steve-"

"Steve, Robin? Come in, Steve and Robin!" Dustin's voice crackles over the radio on the ground.

Steve looks away, wiping at his face and sighing. The emotions go back in their box and he gives his favorite person a sardonic smile.

"Duty calls, Rob."

#tw: angst #stobin #queerplatonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #creature.txt

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big-urchin-energy · 9 months

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Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley & Eddie Munson, One-sided Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson - Relationship Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Hanahaki Disease, Aromanticism, Unrequited Love, Aromantic Eddie Munson, Queerplatonic Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, POV Steve Harrington, POV Eddie Munson, Asexual Eddie Munson, Demisexual Steve Harrington, Inspired by Fanfiction, the rest of the party appear but are not really a focus, cws in the notes Summary:

“Spoke to Eddie,” Steve offers sort-of casually. He’s not even really sure why he says it, but he’s too exhausted to keep his mouth shut, and that on its own isn’t really such an incriminating statement, he figures. Robin raises an eyebrow, more suspiciously than he’d like. “When was this?” “Day before yesterday.” “And?” “He says I should go through with the surgery thing. Said I should do it and that whoever it is isn’t worth dying over.” She stares. “He said that?” “Yes, Robin,” Steve sighs. “Was this before or after you told him it was him?”

Chapter 2 is up! It's Eddie's pov this time, and he is. not having a good one.

#(ngl it took me so long to remember to post this that the epilogue is now also up)#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #unrequited love #hanahaki #queerplatonic stobin #queerplatonic steddie #can't be fucked writing any more tags idk how people do this #maybe txt

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lune404 · 1 year

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Idk if someone has said this before but steve and robin falling in love with But I'm a Cheerleader. Like i feel like it would totally be a comfort movie. Like, the general vibes, queer-ness, and everything seems right up their ally. Idc who's dragged who into watching it the first time. It eventually ends up being their mutual go-to movie when they cant decide to watch anything else

#stranger things #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #queerplatonic stobin #stobin headcanons #robin buckley #steve harrington #stobin #just so many thoughts #they are one of my favorite friendships

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sissytobitch10seconds · 11 months

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Her Husband

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: Robin's a nervous person, everyone knows that. First dates are also a nerve-wracking ordeal for everyone, but more so for her. Warnings: Mentions of period typical homophobia Word Count: 782 Ship(s): Steve Harrington&/Robin Buckley

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A/N: So this is the first half of a two-part (or maybe more if I decide there's a need for it) series and it may not make a ton of sense alone. I hope that you all enjoy this part and are prepared for the next one! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Robin shifted uncomfortably on her chair. This was probably her least favorite part of having a first date with a new romantic interest. She had done it over a dozen times at this point,a ll the way through college and even into her adult career. She thought that it would get easier after a little while but it almost seemed like the world was specifically against her to make her just as anxious about it every single time she did it.

“I have something that I have to confess if we’re going to keep going down this path,” she cleared her throat awkwardly.

“Oh yeah?” her date asked.

Ashley was pretty and kind. She had long red hair that she kept in a braided bun on the back of her head because she worked with animals. Her hands were calloused on her right middle finger and along the base of her thumb. She had fair skin that refused to freckle no matter how long she stayed in the sun. Tonight she had worn a pretty blue dress that kept slipping off of her shoulder to reveal the lacy black bra that she was wearing. The fact that she was kind, worked with animals, and had obviously come to their date with the expectation of the night ending in sex was what was making it so much worse for Robin.

She wiped her hands on her pants and reminded herself that she had faced way worse than this. She would much rather have to tell pretty women who wanted to have sex with her the little secret that she kept tucked into another part of her life than fight Vecna or be tortured by Russians. But it didn’t always feel like it.

“I have a husband,” she explained.

Ashley immediately wrinkled her nose and leaned back in her chair like Robin had just told her that she had the Black Death. “You mean that you led me on to help you cheat on someone?”

“No,” she shook her head. “He knows that I’m here and he supports it wholeheartedly-”

Robin had a whole spiel in her head that she always tried to use when she was telling dates this, but she almost never got it out all the way when they began to freak out. It turned out that it was going to be the same this time as it was every other time. Ashley leaned forward and spoke in a hushed voice so that none of the other patrons in the surrounding tables would be able to hear her as she said, “You know that lesbianism isn’t some gross kink for men, right? Some of us, such as myself, think that we can only be with women. I’m not going to sleep with you so that your husband can watch through your blinds or in your closet or something. That’s fucking disgusting.”

“You don’t understand,” Robin whimpered. She usually dropped it when the person she was talking to obviously wanted the conversation to end, but she had been really invested in the potential relationship she could have with Ashley. “It-it’s not like that. We’re not together romantically or sexually. We’re married and we love each other but he-he’s more like my platonic soulmate. It was like when the gods were making us or whatever he decided that I was going to love my best friend with my entire chest but only be interested in women and-”

Ashley cut her off again, “So he’s a beard? I’ve dated women like that before but it didn’t really work out.”

“No, he’s not a beard! He’s my husband,” Robin objected, frustrated. The idea of her husband only being her beard or something that was totally disposable once she found the right woman made her want to vomit. He was far more important to her than any romantic foray, so she decided that she was just going to take the hit and try again some other time. “I don’t think that this is going to work out. Thanks for trying, sorry for wasting your time.”

She fished out the proper amount of money and then set it on the table before she slung her purse over her shoulder and walked away. It was frustrating to have that happen over and over again, but she would always place her husband above any romantic or sexual encounters that she would have. It was hard to explain to people, especially with the limited vocabulary that still existed for queer people even in the mid-nineties, but it was very important to her that whatever future romantic partner she may have recognize that first and foremost, Steve was her husband.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #stranger things #robin buckley #steve harrington #queerplatonic stobin #stobin #queerplatonic #aro #ace #aroace #aromantic #asexual #queer robin buckley #complex polyamory #qpp stobin

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twasagraveyardsmash · 2 years

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Them <2

#platonic stobin #queerplatonic stobin #Spotify

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fandsart · 1 year

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If former mean girl Steve had tried to be more sensitive to Robin's taste when she came out (emphasis on tried)

Steve: I mean, yeah. Tammy's cute. Not really my type though

Robin: why not? Have you heard her sing?

Steve: I've heard it, yeah.

Robin: *sighing* She's gonna be famous some day

Steve: Well I don't know about that.

Robin: She's got the passion for it.

Steve: Yeah that's probably true. I mean, the first time I heard her was at the middle school talent show. She sang this song and it was truly, like, four minutes long

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #queerplatonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin #mean girl steve harrington #incorrect stranger things quote #incorrect stranger things quotes #incorrect quote #incorrect quotes #i got the idea from one line in a big joel video on youtube #fandsart

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bowiebond · 2 years

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Robin and Steve both failing at love so badly as they get well into their thirties and deciding to just marry each other since they’ve already been living together since they were 20 and share a mortgage. Steve had original planned to just have Robin as his roommate until she found someone, and he had like seven kids coming and going but would be out to college in just two years, so a decently sized place (much smaller than his original, empty mansion) filled with Robin’s knickknacks didn’t sound half bad when he was 20 and making the plan to use his inheritance to make the down payment.

They go through the whole she-bang; mostly because Steve always wanted a big wedding and Robin had assumed she’d never have one so she simply made it a big party they could both enjoy. Everyone was invited, and people who didn’t know Robin was a lesbian said their congrats, that they always saw it coming, and they both bare through it with false grins and sneaky eye rolls.

It’s an excuse to get drunk and confess their undying platonic love for each other, even if the ceremonies kiss was awkward and quick, the pair snickering about it later like teenagers even though Robin had kissed Steve plenty of times on the cheeks and Steve on her head when he left for work.

They’re 36 and 37 when Steve asks Robin if she ever considered kids of her own. Robin goes on a long spiel about how terrifying child birth seems but like, she was raised to want one you know? That having a kid is both terrifying but weirdly comforting as an idea.

Steve agrees. They get hammered beyond belief at 37 & 38 and fumble through the most awkward sex know to mankind and they cry-laugh for weeks about each others sex habits and how bad they both are in bed because “let’s never do that again, oh my god, I definitely like girls, Steve” and Steve’s not even offended because it was purely for one purpose and while he likes girls, Robin doesn’t do it for him. Not like that. Not since he was maybe 19 and had a weird lingering crush on her that faded after she came out and he started experimenting with guys.

Steve’s 38 when he finds out he’s gonna be a dad. He cries. A lot. Robin does too, mostly because she’s cries when he does, like how his laughter infects her too.

They argue a lot over the design of the nursery, and Robin complains that she’s too old to be carrying a baby as Steve rubs her feet while they watch a movie.

Robin sleeps in his room more often during the pregnancy. Says it helps her nerves, because she overthinks a lot and it’s kind of terrifying because there’s no going back now. They’re having a kid. An actual human being they’ll have to raise together. A lesbian woman and a bisexual man who are strictly platonic with a capital P, are having a baby in their late thirties, and are married by law but not by heart, and it’s kind of crazy to think about.

“I never imagined my life like this.”

“Honestly, Rob? Neither did I.”

Robin starts attending swim classes with pregnant ladies after El insists it helped her through hers, and there’s where she meets Heather Holloway again. She’s a full time swim instructor at the pool now, unmarried and thriving, and Robin has the biggest heart eyes known to man over her.

Steve hears all about her and encourages her to test the waters with Heather.

��Steve, I’m literally carrying your baby. Don’t you think that’s weird?”

“Say it’s an open marriage if she asks. I sleep around still, why can’t you?”

It’s enough to convince her to follow her heart. Heather is around the house a lot more after that, just to check in on Robin’s pregnancy of course, she must be exhausted after all!

Steve knows Heather is fucking his wife/best friend. Robin had a dopey grin on when she told him. Heather doesn’t beat around the bush either about Steve and Robin’s relationship.

“So Robin’s a lesbian, you’re gay, and you’re basically each other’s platonic soulmates right? So you got married?”

“I’m bi, but yeah. Basically. I can’t see myself living without her, honestly. She’s my soulmate just not…romantically, you know?”

“I get it.” Heather grins when she goes on about a certain blond up in California who’s planning to come visit real soon. That Steve should meet him.

Steve is shocked to see Billy Hargrove again; Heather’s own platonic soulmate.

“I mean, we fooled around once or twice back in the day, but that’s because he has mommy issues, not because he wants to settle down with me.” She joked and Billy has a ball flirting with Harrington until he’s red in the face like a teenager again instead of an almost 40 year old man.

Robin has a girl in the Summer. They name her June, the month she was born and the month they met decades ago. It feels fitting.

Of course, June ends up with a step mom, Heather, who somehow worms her way into their house. Steve’s got the room for it, so he’s not complaining. He likes a full house, likes knowing his daughter is being cared for when he’s at work by Robin and Heather (when she’s not working).

Somehow, Billy worms his way in too. It starts with visiting to see his ‘niece’ as he’d joke with a wide grin. Then slowly, he’s joining them for dinner more nights than he doesn’t, and the guest room starts to fill with his things and Steve catches Billy bathing June because Heather and Robin were exhausted and needed the rest and…

God, he’s falling in love with the blond, deep and so much harder than back in high school. Falls in love with the smile lines around his mouth and eyes, the silvery greys that streak his dark blond hair he cut shorter a few years back. Falls in love with the way he laughs at Robin’s jokes and snarks with Heather and coos at June, calling her ‘daddy’s little princess’ as he bounces her in his arms, Steve watching and always blushing when Billy catches his eye and grins, kissing the tuffs of light brown hair upon her head.

Robin tells him to go for it.

“To think we finally met our romantic soulmates after getting married and having a kid, this has to be God’s way of pulling our legs.” She snickers as they cuddle in Steve’s bed. Because that’s just how they were, touchy and close, and Steve loves her so much. She’s his best friend and the mother of his kid and he doesn’t regret marrying her at all. They’re not in love with each other, but they love each other.

Robins in love with Heather.

And Steve is pretty sure he’s in love with Billy.

“Maybe we should get married.” Billy says one night at dinner, driving an airplane towards June’s mouth. “Robin and Steve got a bunch of benefits. I want benefits. We could do our taxes together.” Heather laughs and looks at Robin.

“You think I should marry him? I could do better, right?” Robin snorts.

“He smells like a dirty gym bag.”

“Your husband likes how I smell.” Billy wriggled his brows and Steve flushed red as the words, head in his hands.

“Not in front of Junie, please.”

“She’s like, not even a year old. It’s fine.” Billy waved it off. “Back to the tax benefits,”

“It is easier when you’re married, in my opinion.” Robin chipped in and Heather sighs, long and loud before looking at Billy.

“…Fine. I want a nice ring though.”

“Well so do I, so I say we have a deal, babe.”

Steve thought he’d be jealous, at least a bit, but he’s grinning when Billy makes a show of dipping Heather at the altar, the pair laughing after their obnoxious kiss that has Robin and Max hollering.

June is cooing and squealing when she gets to dance with Billy and Steve later that night, clinging to her father and grasping at Billy’s curls that are starting to grow out again. Steve thinks he might be doing it just for him since he said he liked them, and it makes his stomach wild with butterflies.

“We should get married next.” Billy hums and Steve chokes on his own spit.

“You’ve barely taken me on a date, and now you’re talking marriage?”

“Didn’t take Robin on a date, now did you?” Billy grins, holding him close around his waist. “Come on, Harrington. Robin and you, Heather and me. Robin and Heather, you and me…it all works. We’re far from conventional. I’ve fucked Heather more than once, I’ve heard Heather talk about jumping you to her own girlfriend, and I know you want me.” He knocks their heads together and smiles, eyes soft. “This thing we’ve got going…it works. You don’t have to hold back on what you want out of this after giving Robin the option of anything and everything.”

And maybe he had been holding back a bit. All he ever wanted was June, a kid, and Robin gave him that, and in return he got her to date Heather, he let Heather drag Billy back into their lives, he let their daughter call Robin and Heather mom and mama before he even got called dada, worked hard to provide them the lifestyle they had with Heather and Billy chipping in and he…

He wanted more now. He wanted Billy. He wanted him to move in properly, for Heather to just come out and say Steve and Robin’s home was her home too, to put a bigger bed in the master bedroom so they could all share some nights because he wanted that. He wanted a big family since he was young and in a way — he was getting it. In Robin and Heather, in Billy and June. In the kids who still visited when they could.

“Take me on a date first, okay?” Billy grins.

“That can be arranged.” He kissed June’s head between them and Steve chuckled. “The little princess has to stay home though. I want her daddy all for myself.”

Steve laughed.

“Don’t call me daddy, you’re gonna make it weird.”

“Princess can share. Yeah? June, you can share right? Stevie can be both our daddy.” June giggled and wriggled between them, reaching for Billy with a small ‘Bibi’. The blond laughed and took her from Steve’s arms. “I’m afraid she can share you but not me, Daddy.”

Steve rolled his eyes before grinning deviously with a shrug.

“Whatever. I’ll teach her how to share, Mommy.”

Billy’s cheeks burned.

“Don’t make me pop a boner with a baby in my arms, Steve. People are gonna think I’m a creep.” He grumbled and Steve snorted.

“I’m going to go dance with my wife. Have fun with June.”

“Bitch.” Billy clicked his tongue as Steve walked off to find Robin on the floor.

Steve found his soulmate at 18 in an ice cream parlour. They were platonic with a capital P, and content. She made him laugh, they shared secrets, and they had no boundaries keeping them apart. Hell, they got married. Had a baby.

Now, at 39, Steve re-met his other soulmate. The kind that made his stomach twist and flutter, that made his cheeks hot and his heart full. Made him hot under the collar with his teasing.

And maybe, Robin and him share a soulmate in Heather, and maybe Heather and Billy are linked by a red string too, and maybe they’re just a tangled mess of strings with no definite end. Knotted up in the centre of the four of them.

Steve doesn’t know what the hell he’s gonna make of all of it. Where it will lead him. But for now, he’s happy.

His soul had been split into a dozen pieces at birth, and he had pieced every part back together.

Only took him 40 years to find every fragment.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #Robin buckley #heather holloway #harringrove #platonic stobin #edging on queerplatonic?#polyamory #keg gang #og fruity four #buckleway #minor hollogrove

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