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oh-stars · 2 months

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Lilies & Lavender

Lavender

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 712 words | CW: assumed cheating, lavender marriage, nosy neighbors | Rating: G

“Mrs. Grayfield thinks you’re cheating on me,” Robin says as she hands him another bag of soil.

Steve snorts, swiping at his face with the back of his gloved hand to brush off the dirt he knows he feels on his face. “She always thinks someone’s cheating,” he says. He rips open the bag of soil and starts adding it to the new pots they just bought for the porch. “Remember when she made that big fuss about the Levinsons? Turns out, they had their extended family living with them for some time.”

“Yeah, but this time she has, like, actual evidence,” Robin says, grunting with the effort of moving the new lilies they’d picked up that morning. “Tell me again why we’re not putting these beautiful plants in our actual garden?”

“Our flower beds get too much shade,” Steve says. “I want to see how they do in the pots out here first before we commit to rearranging the back flower beds.” He squints up at her. “You were the one who said the porch was missing something.”

She shrugs. “I was more so thinking we could freshen up the upholstery on the bench.”

Steve waves her off. “This is better.” He takes the flower from her and together they replant it in its new home, a massive flower pot that’ll take up a good chunk of space on their porch. “What evidence does she have?”

“Evidence?”

“You said she had evidence I was cheating?”

“Oh!” Robin giggles. “She saw Chrissy leaving the other morning.”

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “This is why I think Ed and Chris should just move into the place around the corner. Then we wouldn’t have to explain the cars to anyone.”

“But then Chrissy would lose her bay window,” Robin says, “and I am not prepared to deal with her losing that window.”

“I think you both would live.”

“And can you imagine if Eddie has to deal with noise complaints every other day?”

Steve groans and grabs the next plant to place beside the first lily. “You’re right, it's a horrible idea.”

Robin’s quiet while they finish transferring the lilies to their new pots, all eight of them neatly planted in the two pots to frame their porch steps where they can get the most sun possible. “Should we get a divorce?”

“We could, but what’s the point? It’s not legal to marry who we actually want to marry and the benefits we get from being married are too good to pass up on. And personally,” Steve says as he takes off his gloves to actually scratch at his face, “I don’t feel like dealing with the headache of splitting our assets unless we need to.”

“Good point.”

“Plus,” Steve smirks, “if we’re divorced, we can’t use the spouse excuse.”

Robin beams. The spouse excuse is something all four of them use to get out of things, sure, but for Steve and Robin, they like to remind their partners of who they’re actually married to from time to time. It’s the best way to keep their sacred sleepovers – no one can argue that a husband and wife are meant to spend the night together.

She looks at their hard work. The lily pots still need to be moved to where they’ll actually be sitting, the white flowers bright against the terracotta pots. “Do you think it clashes with the lavender?” She motions to the lavender plants lining their flower bed and the paved path that connects to their driveway.

Steve shakes his head. “And even if it did, it’s only temporary.”

“What time’s Eddie coming over?”

“Three. We have to leave by four to get to the concert though. You sure you two don’t want to come with?” Steve asks.

Robin hums. “I think we’ll pass. I want some quiet one-on-one time with her before the anniversary trip, you know?”

Steve nods, but out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mrs. Grayfield watching from her own garden. He leans over and kisses her cheek. “Sounds wonderful, dear,” he says a little louder. “My dearest wife, would you mind grabbing the hose so we can water the flowers?”

She catches on quick, grin impossibly wider. “Anything for you, darling husband of mine.”

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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arelliann · 2 months

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Stobin Month Day 8: Music

I saw this photo and what was I supposed to do? Not draw cheesy 80s musicians Stobin?

#stobin month 2024 #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stranger things #I'm aware that this is a horrifying mixture of a bunch of different decades however I was born in 2002 and also idc its about the vibes #Your honour they're morons #STArt

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formosusiniquis · 2 months

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Am I the Asshole?

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington; Robin Buckley/Original Female Character(s); Steve Harrington/Original Character(s); Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WC: 6052 | Rated: T | Tags: Modern AU, Reddit AU, Some AITA typical terrible people, QPR Steve & Robin, NB Steve, NB Robin AKA the Stobin AITA fic

r/AmITheAssshole u/HufflepuffHero94 9yrs ago AITA for being concerned about my girlfriends living situation?

Context: My (20F) girlfriend (18F) is amazing. She's a polyglot linguistics major, speaks three languages fluently and she's completely self-taught, a genius basically. We go to the same college (Midwestern Liberal Arts college) where we met in the marching band. Now R, my girlfriend, is from a small town. Like the kind of small town that they make jokes about in sitcoms, she isn't really online (so I'm not worried about her seeing this) because she claims they didn't even have the internet until she was in high school. She isn’t really “out” because of this. It’s like she lives in this semi-closeted space like some kind of TV queerbait character. It's not really a problem, I mean she’ll tell people we’re dating if they ask and all of our marching band friends know but when I ask about it she says it’s because it wasn’t really safe in her hometown growing up. But it’s 2014 not 1980…

Even though R is a freshman she’s in special accommodations. Instead of living in the dorms like the school usually requires she’s got a small, studio apartment just off of campus. A perk considering how awful living in the dorms is. R is a pretty private person and super studious. Most of our dates have been in the library or a study date at the coffee place on campus. She’s not big on PDA, she says she’s trying to get better at it but she’s still only sort of out and I’m her first real girlfriend. I was psyched when she asked me if I wanted to go with her to her apartment to study, said her best friend had a never fail study method that she was eager to try (and when she told me what it was I was pretty eager too).

R can’t drive, so when I pull into the parking lot of her complex she notices something and says her roommate hasn’t left for work yet. I’m a little confused because like I said she lives in a studio apartment, but she just brushes it off and says something about asshole parents and this being what they could afford when some money fell through. She’s sent me snaps from her place, so I know it’s pretty cozy so I tell her it’s fine. Obviously I’m concerned about what the set up is going to be like when we get up there but she insists that dingus (her words) will only be there for another couple minutes before they have to leave for work and that Stevie (again her words) is her best friend in the world. They moved here together from the same small town or something.

To give R credit, she’s definitely done the best she can with the space. When I walked it it definitely felt as homey as it does in her pictures. The door opened up into the kitchen and living room and she’s got those spaces divided off from the beds with one of those Chinese paper divider thingies. Anyway to make a long story short it turns out her roommate and best friend Stevie is actually a whole dude (19). He comes out, gives her a look and asks her if “us girls are planning a sleepover” and if he should make himself scarce for the evening. R says she doesn’t give him shit when his “special friends” come over and after that I kinda stopped listening. I slipped off into the apartment looking for the bathroom and that’s when I saw how their “bedroom” was set up. Twin beds INCHES apart, they might as well be sharing the same one.

Here’s where I might be the asshole. When her “friend” finally cleared out I told her the truth. I didn’t know how comfortable I was hanging out in her place where she lives with a guy. I do live in the dorms but I’ve got a single right now. I asked her to move in with me so she wouldn’t have to be in this situation. I guess it maybe sounded like I was dissing her friend, which I was but I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. I just think it’s weird that she won’t come out to anyone and is also living with some guy! I told her I wasn’t interested in being an experiment and if things were serious then she would want to move in with me.

That’s when she kicked me out and called me an asshole. But really I don’t think I’m being a dick for being concerned that she might just be jerking me along while she plays lesbian so she can tell her boyfriend about it at home. Even if nothing is going on I'm just worried that living in this kind of environment isn't safe for her. I mean this guy is probably just pretending to be her friend to get in her pants, I think the fact that they're from the same small town means she can't see that. I really think she would be better off if she moved into the dorms with me aita?

u/otpsnotbrotps NTA

u/foreplayisntreal NTA guys and girls can't be friends. If she even is a lez and a katy perry wannabe then roomie is just biding his time til she's ready to be converted

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thelastwalkingsoul · 2 months

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Me? Posting? What a miracle! Enjoy my little Stobin Month contribution :) Stobin Month Day 1: Summer

Steve shifts in the grass, basking in the warmth against his face. Summer is in full swing, and he and Robin are fully enjoying the heat.

These warm months are their time. Hours upon hours just for them. It’s an unspoken rule, written in the margins of their friendship in invisible ink.

Ever since those days. Those godawful few days.

Two teenagers drowning in terror and left alone with nothing but each other and the sharp undeniable truth that neither of them were making it out alive.

Something happened that night between them, cold and hurt in an underground bunker. Something warm and powerful. An unbreakable bond formed its roots in fear and grew. Fed by love and trauma and laughter and pain.

That summer changed them both. For good and for worse.

So summer is theirs. It’s Steve’s, it’s Robins. It’s SteveandRobin's. They refuse to let it change them any further.

A warm palm finds his and squeezes. Steve smiles as he squeezes back. They joke that Robin is more in tune with his emotions than he is, but Steve sometimes thinks it’s true. She understands Steve’s every quirk, every tiny little habit.

She means the world to Steve. He can’t even describe his love for her. Though he's sure she could ramble out enough words for both of them.

“Whatcha thinking about, Dingus?”

Robin’s watching him, her smile brighter than the sun above. The fierce rays have darkened the freckles that dot her face and shoulders. She looks so at home, spread out and lounging in the grass. Like a summer angel, he thinks.

“You,” he answers honestly.

“Oh yay,” she says, deadpan. “How lucky am I?”

“So lucky. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position right now?”

“Ugh, Steve!”

He laughs. Warm with the sun and her unconditional love, Steve’s more relaxed than he’s been in a long while.

Summer is theirs.

And nothing can take that away from them.

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lavenderstobins · 3 months

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stobin month: round two is nearly upon us! here’s this year’s prompt list :)

#st #stranger things #stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin month #stobin month 2024 #prompt list #stobinmonth #stobinmonth2024

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lady-lostmind · 2 months

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4:30am

for Stobin Month prompt: Modern

Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 791 | Rating: T

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Steve cracks his eyes open with a groan. It’s still dark. Which means there’s no good reason that his phone should be buzzing over and over on his bedside table at–

He grabs his phone and squints at the bright screen, huffing in annoyance. Four-thirty in the morning. He swipes down and taps his unread messages. Robin. Of course.

Robs (4:26am): Steve. Please be awake. Robs (4:26am): Steve. Robs (4:26am): Steeeeeevvvvveee. Come on. Missed Call: Robs (4:27am) Robs (4:28am): STEVEN! Missed Call: Robs (4:29am) Robs (4:30am): How are you sleeping through this?

Steve rubs his eyes and sighs, glancing to the other side of the bed where Eddie is still passed out, snoring lightly, his hair a tangled mess around his face where it’s squished against the pillow.

Steve (4:33am): Robin. It is 4:30 in the morning. You better be fucking dying or dead. Steve (4:33am): And if you’re not, you will be. Because I’m going to kill you. Robs (4:34am): First of all, rude. What if I was dying? How would you feel then? What if the last thing you ever said to me was you’re going to kill me? You’d be suspect number one. I wouldn’t even feel bad about haunting you for that shit. Robs (4:35am): Secondly, call me.

Steve rolls his eyes, sinking further into his bed.

Steve (4:35am): Are you drunk right now? Steve (4:36am): I’m not calling you. I’m in bed. Eddie is sleeping. Robs (4:37am): No! I’m not drunk! Robs (4:37am): Okay… Robs (4:37am): Maybe a little. Robs (4:37am): But I have BIG NEWS! Robs (4:38am): Also fuck Munson. I’ll wake him up right now. Steve grins down at his phone shaking his head. Steve (4:38am): So you finally kissed Chrissy, then?

Eddie’s phone starts vibrating on his nightstand and he shoots awake, flailing to grab it, hair wild and flying around him, as he squints to see who it is. He grumbles, mumbling incoherently under his breath before sliding his thumb to answer.

“Buckley. What the fuck do you want?” Eddie flops back down, scooching over so he can wrap around Steve.

Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing Eddie’s phone and pressing the speaker button. “ –Steve wouldn’t call me because you were sleeping.”

Eddie groans. “I hate you.”

Steve cuts in before Robin gets off on a ramble about that. “Did you kiss Chrissy? You went out with her tonight, right?”

Robin giggles. “Oh! Okay, so we went to dinner, and it was great. We were laughing the whole time, and she kept reaching across the table to touch my hand, and when we finished neither of us wanted to just go home, right? So she asked if I wanted to go dancing. And of course I said yes even though I knew I’d be a disaster because honestly how am I supposed to say no to anything that woman wants, you know?”

Eddie lets out a little scream, muffled by his pillow that Robin fully ignores.

“So, we went to the bar and we danced and it was amazing and at the end of the night I asked if she wanted to come over and…yeah. We kissed. We definitely kissed.”

Steve grins. “So you got some boobie action then.”

Robin snorts. “Stop calling them boobies, dingus.”

Eddie groans, flopping his arm out and smacking Steve in the face. “Don’t talk about my best friend’s boobs.”

Steve rolls his eyes, pushing Eddie’s hand off his face. “I’m just happy for them, jeez. Took you guys long enough to– Wait. You said you invited her to your place. Is she still there?”

Robin giggles. “She’s sleeping. I couldn’t fall asleep. I’m too excited.”

“Robin! Get off the phone! What is wrong with you?!”

Eddie laughs, tilting his head to look at Steve. “You don’t want to open that can of worms right now. We’ll never get to sleep.”

Steve shakes his head trying to stop his own laugh from escaping.

Robin gasps. “Rude. I am a del–”

Steve’s brow creases as he hears Robin shuffling around and then faint voices in the background.

“Robin? Are you coming back to bed?”

“Yeah! Sorry I just–”

Chrissy giggles and there’s more shuffling noises before her voice comes through at full volume. “Goodnight, Steve!”

Steve chuckles as the call cuts off and he tosses Eddie’s phone back on his side of the bed.

Eddie tugs him closer, shoving his face into Steve’s side with a huff. “Fucking finally. Your best friend is annoying.”

Steve shakes his head. “Yeah, well, you know Chrissy is going to call you first thing tomorrow.”

Eddie groans, pulling a pillow over his head.

Stobin month prompt list by @lavenderstobins

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hibixxus · 22 days

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Forgot to post this here I drew the girls for stobin month 💕💕

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paradimeshifts7 · 1 month

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#steve harrington #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #stobin month 2024 #stobin fic #stobin fanart #stobin friendship #made myself teary writing this #just a little drabble for stobin month

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sevenmerrymagpies · 2 months

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The adrenaline wears off, the drugs wear off, but that heart taproot doesn’t disappear. If anything, it gets louder. She knows Steve is in a lot of pain, and the ringing in his ears hasn’t stopped. She knows he keeps looking at her right ankle until he finally says to one of the paramedics, “She’s not going to say it, but I think she twisted her ankle.” The paramedic kneels before Robin, palpating her foot and ankle before declaring it a mild sprain and wrapping it up. Over his head, Robin and Steve stare at each other. What the hell is happening, he asks without saying a word. I don’t know, how are we doing this? She replies. +++ Robin is pretty sure she's going to die in the Russian Hell Basement under Starcourt. When they give her the truth serum it seems to unlock something inside her. Something that binds Steve and her together.

#stobin month 2024 #stranger things fic #stobin fic #changeling robin buckley #platonic stobin #stobin #robin buckley #steve harrington #telepathic bond

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donttellunclesam · 2 months

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stobin month, day one: summer

(close ups under the cut)

poor Steve :( Haz suggested dick sunscreen prank so blame them ahahah

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #stobin month 2024 #dtus art #I've never drawn water before so this was interesting lmaooo #image description tba

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read-write-thrive · 2 months

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Steve paced the linoleum, sneaker just off white squeaking every time he turned. He was just aware enough to refrain from crinkling the gifts he held in his hands as he glanced again at the clock on the wall, then to the board. DELAYED stared back at him, minutes ticking by without change.

He had no reason to be nervous, not really. He had last seen Robin 11 weeks, 6 days, and roughly 13 hours ago, when he’d seen her off at this very same airport. Hell, he’d talked to her on the phone less than 24 hours ago to reassure her that all the plans were in place to pick her up at the right time and terminal. Two semesters of college hadn’t dulled her anxiety, somehow, but Steve didn’t mind. He’d call her every day if they could, to reassure anxieties or just to shoot the shit. They had tried to, her first semester away, but phone bills and clashing schedules weren’t too kind to them. This semester they’d scheduled calls twice weekly instead, which worked in theory but didn’t stop Steve from missing her terribly. At one point he started scribbling down notes so that he would remember the stories he wanted to tell her on their next call, much to the mockery of almost all of the kids (when he was really bothered by it, he reminded them that he’d gotten the multiple concussions AND stayed in Hawkins for them, which usually shut them up).

The spiral of his thoughts was cut off by a new rush of people coming his way—another arrival at the Indianapolis airport. Steve froze in his tracks, peering past the stream of people to see which gate they’d come from. But before he’d even gotten the chance to register that this was the flight he’d been waiting for, he was bowled over by a flurry of freckled limbs and mismatched green luggage.

“Steeeeve!!!!” Said flurry shrieked, somehow dropping everything onto his right foot while throwing herself at him in a giant, uncoordinated hug.

Steve was laughing in joyful relief before he even registered doing so, stabilising them both and hugging her back just as fiercely, trying to match her tone as he half-yelled back, “Robiiiin!!!”

Robin was laughing just the same, just short of snorting into Steve’s collar, “Oh it’s so good to be on the ground again, Steve I swear they make flying more stressful every time! And I get to see you, of course, though I could miss Indiana and be fine with it, especially with this awful humidity and having to see my extended family again, and missing G—Some people from school, yup, no one in particular—“

Steve couldn’t stop his happiness, fully content to let her ramble herself hoarse. He’d really missed this. He hugged her tighter unconsciously, inadvertently crinkling the goodies in his hands. At the noise, he swore and pulled back from the hug, “Damnit, I had this whole thing planned out—“

Juggling the meagre bouquet of random flowers to one hand, he held up the little sign he (and some of the kids) had worked on, as he had meant to do to welcome her arrival.

Robin paused her rambling to read the sign, cracking up as she did so. “Willkommen zurück zur Hölle!” Had been written several times over, first in messy pencil then bolder marker, with a few doodles of flames along the bottom of the page.

Steve grinned, “I thought you’d like it, even though all you’ve done this semester is complain about your German professor.”

“It’s not my fault he hates me!—“

He shoved the flowers at her to cut off the much-repeated rant, “And these are for you. Mostly because I hate hearing about all these dates you’re going on with no flowers involved! What happened to romance, Rob?”

Robin took a moment to softly smile at the gesture before jumping right back into their usual banter, “It’s not that easy, Steve! Am I supposed to be giving flowers or getting flowers? What if there’s allergies involved? Plus, you know I’ve been on all of three dates and none of them were the flower-giving types—“

Steve once again let her ramblings wash over him as he picked up her luggage and started walking back towards his car, her right at his side. He was so happy to have her back, even if just for the summer break.

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oh-stars · 1 month

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Finally

Parents

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | Word count: 1520 | CW: referenced pregnancy (but mild) | Rating: T

“Are we assholes for not saying something sooner?”

“They would have talked us out of it.”

Robin hums as she rocks back and forth, eyes never leaving the sleeping baby in her arms. “Still feel like we should have given them a warning. If only so that they keep the volume down.”

Steve pauses where he’s unpacking the baby’s go bag. “I didn’t think about that.”

She glances up at him, eyebrow raised. “You seriously didn’t consider that inviting all of your little gremlins wouldn’t result in a category five sound explosion the second they cross the threshold? If they wait that long?”

He waves her off. “Eddie’s going to let them in,” he says, “he’ll scare them into acting right.”

“If you say so.”

Before Steve can say anything, there’s a little snuffle from the bundle in her arms that has him scrambling to kneel beside her. He peers, eyes wide and voice the softest whisper he can manage as he asks, “Is he waking up?”

“I think so,” she whispers. She looks at the cloud clock on the nursery wall. “Can you fix a bottle?”

Steve leans forward and kisses the baby’s forehead. “You betcha. Be back in a flash.”

He carefully steps away then darts out of the room. Robin rocks back and forth to the sounds of Steve and Eddie in the kitchen, trying to be quiet and failing miserably. They all have to get used to being softer around the house now that they’ve got a new little roommate.

It’s still a bit mindblowing that she and Steve have a baby now.

They’ve been married since Robin turned eighteen for Upside Down reasons, in case something happened to either of them, they’d be the one in control of the medical decisions – not their clueless parents. And ten years later, the Upside Down fully behind them, it just hasn’t been a priority to undo it – not with the tax break and protection it gives them both.

Of course, it’s totally platonic. Robin’s a proud gold star lesbian and Steve is… Steve. He tries to date, but his heart hasn’t been in it since he met Eddie. He can deny he’s not in love with Eddie all he wants, but friends don’t usually send you into a multi-year sexuality crisis.

It was on Steve’s twenty-ninth birthday that the existential crisis hit him.

“What if we never find anyone?” he said, turning to look at her. They’re laying in the driveway, stargazing as they share a bottle of wine but neither are up for drinking. “What if I never get to be a dad? What if–”

“Why wouldn’t you get to be a dad?”

“We’re getting old and I’m hopeless! I could barely get to first base with Sydney the other night,” Steve huffs. “I’m just not… It’s too hard to connect with people who don’t understand why I can’t sleep without a nightlight at fucking thirty–”

“You’re not thirty yet,” Robin reminds him gently.

“So not the point, Robs.”

She sighs and scoots closer to lay her head on his shoulder. “I’d have a baby with you if I could,” she said, not sober enough to really make that kind of promise. And at the moment, they both knew it was just a comment, a throwaway line to try and make him feel better, but it stuck. It stuck with her.

It was three weeks later when she caught him making faces at a baby in the soup aisle of the grocery store that she realized she could do that for him. She’s never really considered kids before, not as a viable option for her what with the whole gay thing, but the more she considered it, the more open she was. Having a baby with her best friend in the entire world, someone who has been by her side through both literal torture and tax season, seems like the best decision she could make.

Robin didn’t say anything for another month, letting the idea simmer as she really considered if this is something she would want to do. In her heart of hearts, she knew Steve would say no at first but the second he knew she was being honest, that she really wanted this, he wouldn’t be able to say no. But it would put a huge damper on her romantic life for the foreseeable future and make it difficult moving forward forever. She’d have a kid to think about, because if she commits, she’s doing it right.

It’s pretty clear they went through with it.

The whole experience has been kind of incredible. Surreal to say the least.

And only Eddie and her parents knew.

They still think she’s straight, that she and Steve are married for real. And she does love them, knows that if she ever got the courage to tell them she’s been platonically married for the past decade that they’d be confused but open to learning. So she couldn’t keep this secret from them.

Eddie had to know, as their roommate it’d be impossible to hide it from him. “I think Uncle Eddie has a nice ring to it,” he’d said when they told him they were going to try and have a baby. He didn’t ask any of the weird questions she expects from the gremlins either, about how they conceived if she was a lesbian and all the whys they’d ask. Eddie understood it, has even been excited for it.

All these months of preparing and anguishing over her decision and he’s finally here, in her arms.

Baby boy squirms as he opens his eyes, letting Robin see the murky blue of his eyes once again. “Hi,” she whispers, shifting to run a knuckle down his cheek. “Today’s a big day for you, Bubs.”

Steve walks back in with a bottle in his hands and a rag thrown over his shoulder. “Want me to feed him this time?”

“Are you saying I need a break?”

“You smell like baby vomit.” He sets the bottle on the table beside her. “And I’m pretty sure there’s still spit up in your hair from his last feeding. I can take Bubs so you can shower.”

“Don’t think she’s got shower time, Stevie,” Eddie says from the doorway. “Byers just called, they’re at the corner store for a pee break. Apparently Henderson couldn’t hold it another ten minutes.”

Robin hands over the baby to Steve, with more reluctance than she anticipated. The hormones have hit her pretty hard postpartum and while she doesn’t have the natural instincts Steve seems to have, the attachment is very real. She heaves herself up from the chair with a wince, body still sore everywhere. “It’ll take me ten minutes just to pee,” she huffs, glaring at Eddie.

He holds up his hands. “Just saying.”

Steve sits in the rocker and grabs the bottle, putting it to Bubs lips with a sweet coo. “Eddie can stall them if you need more time?” She can’t help but feel warm at the sight. He looks so at peace holding their son, holding his baby, the one she carried for him and will raise alongside him. This really is what he was meant to do and Robin helped him get to this point. And now, no matter what happens to either of them, there’s a little piece of Steve and a little piece of Robin in that precious boy. Her precious boy.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, “I made sure the baby evidence was hidden away from the living room.”

“And I took care of the kitchen.”

“So you won’t miss the surprise on their faces,” Eddie adds.

She makes her way to the door and nods, then pauses to turn back to Steve. “And you’re still sure letting Erica name our kid is a good idea?”

Steve shrugs as much as he can without disturbing the baby. “Do you really want to tell her that we’re backing out of the deal?”

Robin wrinkles her nose. “Not particularly.”

“Then I think it’s our safest bet. And hey,” he grins down at Bubs, “at least Erica will have a sensible name in mind. Unlike Eddie who suggested Beelzebub.”

“Beelzebub Buckley is a badass name.”

Robin swats his shoulder on her way out the nursery. “We’re not naming my son after Satan.”

“You call him Bubs!” Eddie points out, following her towards her bedroom.

“Yeah, for Bubbles,” she huffs. “He felt like bubbles in my gut and the name stuck. You were there. You should know this.”

Eddie opens her door for her. “Need a hand?” he asks.

“No, unfortunately, you cannot help with this next part,” she says as she heads for the en suite. “Just go stall.”

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie says with a salute.

Robin rolls her eyes and holds off on smiling until he shuts the door behind him. She takes a deep breath and enjoys the first five minutes of alone time she’s had since she went into labor five days ago. It may be fleeting, but she’ll enjoy every second she has of it.

So so worth it, though.

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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This is the first prompt I kind of want to explore more in a serious sense, so let me know if you want to see more of Stobin and Bubs (with eventual Steddie ofc).

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diasphoriaaa · 2 months

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first full stobin art, which ended up perfectly lining up w the first prompt of stobin month: summer! Desi Steve, Black Robin, enjoying a music festival ☀️💖

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Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington WC: 2173 | G | Day 4: Middle Names | AO3

“What are middle names for?” The question bubbles out of Steve as he takes in the picture of Michael J. Fox in Tiger Beat.

It’s the kind of question he thinks of a lot. The kind he’d normally bury in the back of his brain to ponder over on his own when sleep is a far off concept. But Robin is different. They’re so much a part of one another that Steve has stopped holding those questions in his own brain, realizing she likes to puzzle them out and tear them apart like he does.

Only Robin’s base of smarts is a little different, sometimes these questions he has actually get real answers.

He can feel Robin go still beneath him, his head on her shoulder just like hers is on his. With anyone else the position they’d found themselves in this afternoon would probably be uncomfortable. Sprawled out on his bed, technically back to back, Steve is using the bony knob of Robin’s shoulder to raise his head just enough that he doesn’t have to hold the magazine he’s reading up in the air. Robin has taken the top of the bed, her legs make an L where she has them stretched out against his bedroom wall, toes pointed toward the ceiling. Whatever book she’s been reading is propped up against her thighs, too far to actually read without using the binoculars Dustin left behind last week.

He flips another page in the magazine, content the way he always is with Robin, knowing that when she has finished puzzling out the order that she wants to respond to him in that she’ll speak. Steve thinks it’s probably to tell the difference between people. There are so many in the world, eventually you’re going to have two Tommy H.’s in a room and have to use that middle name.

Tommy Allen, the thought of spending two years of junior high and two and a half in high school calling Tommy that in public drags a little giggle from Steve. That would have made them losers of the highest order. Robin makes a noise that reminds Steve of Mrs. Johnson’s cat whenever he’d feed it for her when she was out of town, inquiring but also a little annoyed that you disturbed whatever it was doing before.

He shimmies his arm just enough that she knows he’ll explain it later. Once he figures out a good way to explain how much of being popular is being good at being perceived the right way. Tommy H’s can be popular, Tommy Allen’s get their slightly bucked teeth and bad laughs noticed. She isn’t going to like that, but Steve learned pretty quickly Robin doesn’t like a lot of things about how popularity actually works.

“I think,” Robin says slowly, she’s talking a little funny and Steve wonders now if she’s let the binoculars rest against her chin instead of just putting them down like a normal person. He could turn and look but figures all he’d actually see is the blurry, too close suggestion of Robin’s face. It’s better in his imagination.

“I think,” she repeats, in his head the binoculars wiggle down her chest a little further every time her mouth moves, “it's to continue the family line. That used to be a big thing you know, it’s why men didn’t want daughters because then the family name would die out. So you’d give your kid a middle name to help continue one of the old names from the family that was just going to die if you didn’t keep making your wife have more and more babies that she probably didn’t even want.”

“Oh like JR.”

“JR?”

“Yeah, you know JR. He’s that football player that graduated two years ago. His ears stuck out weird and he always seemed to have, like, a Rudolph zit on his nose.”

“You mean Mark Williams?” She shouts, incredulous.

“Sure, I think it was Mark. His dad was definitely Mr. Williams, but they had the same name so whenever they went anywhere he always called him JR. ‘Hey JR wouldja get that for me.’ ‘If you ever wanna go pro, JR, you’re going to have to learn how to take a tackle.’”

Robin is in fits beside him, the impression is terrible but it’s also exactly what the guy used to sound like gruff but also whistley somehow.

“Wait, wait,” the bed shakes as she adjusts herself, he can feel the weird shape of her ear and the uncomfortable poke of her earrings in the cradle of his arm. “What’s your middle name?”

“You mean you didn’t see it when you rifled through my employee file to find my birthday and social security number?”

“I was looking for important information.”

“So you could steal my identity.”

“So I could make fun of you less on your birthday if it was in the summer or maybe just take the whole day off so I didn’t have to deal with the cavalcade of pretty blondes coming in to fawn over Steve Harrington, real adult man.”

“Ew, the worst way anyone has ever described me. You make it sound like I’m some kind of pervert.”

“They would want you to be,” Robin agrees, “I think it would be part of the appeal.”

“Richard.”

“Theodore.”

“No, dingus,” he relishes the moment that he gets to turn her favorite pet name against her, “my middle name is Richard.”

Robin takes that new information and digests it for at least thirty seconds, but that’s just a guess since she’s laying on the arm that has his watch on it. “Stephan Richard Harrington,” she tries out.

“The one and only.”

“It feels like there should be a number at the end. Stephan Richard Harrington the Sixth, best of his line.”

Maybe if he were a Sixth he’d like it a little better, he thinks. “No, it’s like what you said, continuing family names? Mom named me after her brother that died in the war, and Dad hated that or him or probably both knowing him so I got stuck with Richard so he could be included.”

“Robin Marie Buckley,” Robin offers in exchange.

“Ew.”

“I didn’t ew yours even though it makes you sound like a fancy little rich boy.”

“I am a fancy little rich boy,” Steve says, flipping the front of his hair with a half assed toss of his head, “you’re lying here in my ivory tower.”

“I think ivory towers have less blue plaid.”

“I like the blue plaid, it makes hanging things up easy. I’m sorry we can’t all have this season’s Laura Ashley-”

Robin is, unfortunately, at the perfect angle to punch him directly in the chest. “My parents did that to surprise me when I came back from bandcamp two years ago so I could have a more mature room as a high schooler.”

For all that it’s worth he tries not to sound mean when he snorts, the Buckleys are nice and mostly well meaning or at least they have been every time he’s visited. “And they somehow missed the dresser covered in spiky bracelets and the closet full of grandpa suspenders while they were in there.”

“They mean well,” Robin unintentionally echoes Steve’s own earlier thoughts. “They just don’t… really get me.” Her voice trails off, a little lost, and he hates himself for being the person who made Robin feel like that.

“We should change our names.”

“What and go on the lam?” Robin asks.

“We can, but I don’t think any lambs, sheep, or goats need to be involved.”

Steve sits up in bed, forcing Robin to do the same as he pulls his arm out from under her head. It only takes a quick spin before he’s facing her, grabs her arms so she can’t pull away from how totally and completely serious he’s being. “It’s like you said, it’s about family right?” He says, “You’re more family to me than my douchebag dad has ever been so why do I have to be stuck with his name when I could be Stephan Robert.”

“Not Robin?”

“Don’t wanna make it too obvious, and Robin Stephan probably wouldn’t fly at the name changing place.”

“Robin Stephanie,” she tries slowly.

“I mean obviously if I were a girl I’d go by Stevie,” he jokes.

“We can’t just change our names!” Robin says, she doesn’t sound like she believes it though so Steve is pretty sure he’s winning.

“Why can’t we, people do it all the time, I bet it’s super easy.”

“When they get married! Or like adopted. People don’t just change their names on a Tuesday because they feel like it!”

He tries to give that the thought that it deserves, but he mostly just feels like Robin is making excuses because she’s scared. Maybe it’s the leftover fear from Starcourt bubbling out in a place where she can control, or maybe she just likes her parents enough to be scared of hurting their feelings. One of those things he can relate to more than the other.

“Well Thursday would work better for my schedule.”

“Steve!”

“What! So we get married then, is that the problem? I mean I know I’m not your first choice romantically, but didn’t you say people do that so that they’re safe from people knowing they’re gay.”

Her arms are already out, ready to make a point that would probably be big and dramatic and a little long winded the way Robin likes to be when she’s all worked up like this. But he’s stopped her in her tracks. Face to face he can watch as the outrage melts into something sticky and wet like melted ice cream.

“You’d do that for me?”

“I would pretty much do everything including die for you, getting to be Stephan Robert Buckley would really be more like you doing me a favor.”

He’s getting pulled into a crushing hug before he can blink. He doesn’t mention how he can feel the wet fall of her crying against his neck, if it didn’t embarrass her, it might stop Robin from doing her best to climb inside him like she’s Luke and he’s that weird ice kangaroo. Mascara stains on the neck of his shirt are a small price to pay for a Robin Buckley embrace.

They hold each other for as long as it takes for Robin to feel regular again, and it’s nice. Steve thinks they’ll have to have a different conversation about how rarely he gets hugged just for the sake of it later. Right now this is about family and names and because Robin is family in every way that matters he doesn’t say anything when she wipes away those tears and a little snot with the back of her hand.

“You’ll have to wait until March,” she says, “I’m not getting married until I’m at least 18. I don’t want people thinking it’s some shotgun thing after working with you this summer.”

“As long as it’s before you get your dorm assignment for whatever fancy school you get into. If we’re married I’m pretty sure they have to let us live together.”

“Yeah? Even if I go somewhere like Bryn Mawr?”

He pretends like he’s giving that careful consideration, like he doesn’t already know she really wants to go to some big city where the schools might have a language program and she has a better chance of finding other people more like her.

“Well I guess we could live off campus then, if you really want to go to the lesbian school for lesbians.”

She punches him again. “It is not.”

“I wouldn't want the other lesbians to bully you for being married to a really hot guy.”

“One, I never said yes, dingus. Two, I have a whiteboard that questions how hot you are hotshot.’

“Pretty sure that got burned in the fire so you can’t use that as proof anymore you’re going to need more dates.”

“Data, you need to try to land dates.”

“Same difference.”

She pushes him until he’s laying down, grabs her book from his pillow and he takes that as his cue to go back to his magazine. It takes her a minute to decide how she wants to lay down again, he’s already back on his page about this month’s Hollywood Heartthrobs before she’s decided that his chest makes the best pillow and his arm can prop her book up for her. He isn’t sure what it is today, he wonders if she’s close enough to the beginning that he can get her to read it out loud to him, this month’s Tiger Beat really is lacking.

“Why does anyone think these guys are hot? The guys in Rolling Stone are usually better looking than Alex P. Keaton or the guy from Growing Pains. Johnny Depp is kinda okay, I guess.”

“Stephan Robert!” Robin sits upright again, and Steve thinks he might have accidentally started another capital C Conversation.

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