#robin and steve

[diavalkitty]

Elevator scene:

[harringtonandbuckley]

steve: i think i'm coming down with something, i've been feeling nauseous lately

robin: maybe you're pregnant

steve:

robin:

steve: i don't know who's the bigger idiot right now, you because you suggested it, or me, because i just had a heart attack

[fangirlagainstmywill]

robin, early twenties: *nervously* mom, dad . . . I'm gay her parents: what? no? you're not robin: *sad, because this is what she was afraid of* i know the things that have been on the news recently, but you can't just make someone not gay, it doesn't work like- her parents: no, no, not because of that. because of steve. robin: her parents: what about steve robin: what ABOUT STEVE?? her parents: he's literally our son-in-law???? he drives you everywhere because you hate driving??? he sleeps in your room??? he helps out around the house and cooks dinner???? you always get jobs together, he's ditched two dates because they were jealous of you, you literally change in the same room as him. if you go more than two days without talking to him, you get in the mother of all bad moods-- robin: robin: *rubbing a hand down her face* okay. i see where there might be some confusion. i'm getting steve so he can help me explain this shit her parents: he's waiting outside the door, isn't he. robin: . . . for moral support her parents: you're not helping your case robin: THERE ISN'T A CASE. GET YOUR ASS IN HERE, STEVE, WE HAVE TO EXPLAIN CODEPENDENCY TO THEM

[wishinguponthestars]

what do you mean they're no longer co-workers they're clearly a package deal

[fake-tweets]

[eldritch-ace]

She’s adding more to their collection, becoming the gay mentor she was meant to be

[strangeahoy]

Hats off to Stobin for being the most platonic pair of characters to have the highest amount of nonsexual sexual tension ever.

They're like the exact opposite case of same-gender couples who get memorialized historically like, "Yeah no they just lived their whole lives together and wrote a thousand infatuated letters, but they weren't lovers; they're gal pals" when they were obviously romantically involved.

Steve and Robin share a life, a soul, a heart (and a brain cell) but no romo. like in this case, they have this profound love thing going on... and are actually not lovers. actually just gal pals.

[polaroidsbylizzie]

IMPORTANT CAPTIAN STUFF 18+

Steve Harrington x reader 

In which! Steve's "important captain stuff" gets interrupted by a very confused Robin. What was supposed to be a quick finish in the backroom turns into a mall-wide embarrassment.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, sexual situations in a workplace setting, strong language, and awkward interruptions.

“Ahoy, sailor,” you said, smiling as you stopped in front of the Scoops Ahoy counter.

Steve was half-leaning over the register, clearly losing his patience with it. He glanced up, saw you, and smiled without even thinking about it. “Ahoy, beautiful lady,” he said easily. “Would you like to set sail in this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain.”

You leaned in and kissed him, quick and familiar. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said back, softer.

“Excuse me. Nerd.”

You turned. Erica Sinclair was standing there, arms crossed. “Hi, Erica,” you said.

She rolled her eyes. “Can he stop flirting and give me my free sample?”

Steve sighed, already grabbing a spoon. You laughed under your breath. Steve shook his head but handed her the sample. “It’s fine,” she said after tasting it. Then she tossed the sample spoon into the trash. “Give me another one.”

Steve blinked. “What? No. You’ve already hit the free-sample limit.”

Erica rolled her eyes. “That’s not a real rule.”

Steve leaned back against the counter. “It is today.”

“Whatever,” Erica muttered and stormed off, disappearing into the mall crowd.

Steve exhaled, shaking his head. He glanced at you, eyes softening and darkening at the same time. "Wanna help me in the back real quick?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Help you with what?”

He smirked, leaning closer. “Uh… important captain stuff.”

You let him lead you around the counter and through the swinging doors. The second the doors shut, Steve didn't hesitate. He pinned you against the wall, his hand slamming against the surface next to your head. He crowded into your space, his body warm and solid against yours.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

He leaned in, his lips finally meeting yours. It started slow, a deep, tasting press, but it quickly turned hungry. He groaned into the kiss, his tongue sliding past your lips to claim your mouth. His hands roamed down your sides, his fingers digging into your waist before sliding lower to cup your ass. He squeezed firmly, pulling you flush against him, and you let out a soft, breathy moan that he swallowed whole.

You pulled back just an inch, your breathing ragged. "Steve..."

Without another word, you swung him around so he was the one against the wall now, and you sank to your knees. Steve’s breath hitched, his back hitting the wall hard as he looked down at you, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and raw desire.

"W-wait, here?" he gasped, his voice cracking. But his fingers immediately tangled in your hair, holding you there as you began to unbutton his uniform pants.

When you eased his pants down, he was so hard that he almost slapped against your cheek. He was thick and pulsing, radiating a heavy heat you could feel against your skin. A bead of pre-cum was already glistening at the tip, showing exactly how worked up he was.

As you took him into your mouth, Steve let out a low, gravelly sound that vibrated through his whole body. He went rigid, his knuckles turning white as he gripped your shoulders. You moved with a steady, rhythmic focus, looking up at him through your lashes. You used your tongue to tease the sensitive head, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

"You're driving me crazy," he hissed, his eyes fluttering shut. "Don't stop... yeah, right there."

You picked up the pace, your hand gripping the base of him firmly. Steve was trembling now, his knees buckling as he leaned all his weight against the wall. He was so sensitive that every movement sent him closer to the edge.

"Slow down, slow down," he whispered, even though his hands were pressing your face closer. You didn't listen, sucking him deeper into your throat. Steve’s entire body went into a spasm, a loud, choked moan escaping his lips as he arched his back into the bricks.

Steve suddenly reached down and grabbed your shoulders, pulling you up from your knees until you were standing flush against him. You didn't stop; your hand stayed wrapped tightly around him, jerking him with a fast, slick rhythm. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you with a desperate, messy hunger, moaning directly into your mouth.

He was losing all control, his hips bucking into your hand. "I can't—I'm literally about to—"

THUD.

The door swung open. "Hey dingus! You aren't supposed to leave—"

Robin froze.

You scrambled back, your heart jumping into your throat. Steve’s eyes snapped open in pure terror. In a blind panic, he didn't even have time to pull his pants up; he frantically grabbed a stack of empty waffle cone boxes off the nearby table and held them awkwardly over his lap to cover himself.

"Robin!" he yelped, "I—we—it's not what it looks like! I dropped my... my keys! In my pants!"

Robin stood there, the stack of napkins in her hand trembling slightly. She looked at the boxes Steve was clutching to his crotch, then at you sitting on the floor, flushed and breathless.

"I'm leaving," Robin said flatly, her voice full of pure shock. "Im going back to the front. You have five minutes to get it together."

The doors closed. Steve groaned, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall as he finally pulled his pants up and buckled his belt. He reached for you, immediately pulling you into a tight hug and burying his face in your shoulder.

"I was just about to finish," he whined, his voice a low, ”Please tell me you're staying until my shift ends," he whispered, his voice small and completely embarrassed. "I can't face her alone. She's gonna annoy me for the next ten years." You laughed softly, reaching up to adjust his crooked sailor hat.

"I'm staying," you reminded him, your voice a low, teasing hum as you rubbed his arm. You leaned in closer, your lips brushing his ear. "I'll be sitting at our booth. Just keep thinking about the drive home and what I’m going to do to you the second we’re alone."

 He took a final, shaky breath to steady his pulse, then reached for the door. "Stay close. I don't think I can handle being more than five feet away from you right now."