#robin x steve

[djoomfs]

FRUITY FOUR

[anthgoldenhrry]

This Is What Your Lie Cost Us | 1

Steve Harrington x Henderson reader (I know!)

Summary: Steve fights Demogorgons with the kids, and Nancy. Bailing on Y/N one too many times, causing her to break up with him. Yearning, yearning, yearning and a lot of love.

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You had no interest in what Steve Harrington did anymore. Being next to him made you feel as uncomfortable as it made you feel sad and you didn’t want to feel sad anymore.

A whole year had gone by since you had last talked to him. You also tried to avoid him completely, but that was just impossible.

The problem was, he was always running around with Dustin, or driving more likely. Stopping in front of your house with that red BMW, which he cared for with all his heart. So it wasn’t really up to you to not see him.

Whatever the reason to their close friendship was, you didn’t know. Not only because you weren’t dating Steve anymore, but more because Steve had never told you. Steve had decided that leaving you waiting for him on date nights, like waiting for him at the cinema or even just stopping your date altogether, was better than spending time with you. He also thought that not telling you the truth on where he was, was a good idea.

At first you understood. He had a job, he had responsibilities and there was no need to spend each and every single day together. You knew, he had somehow ended up protecting your brother and his friends after Will disappeared. Taking them home from school or to the arcade. You liked that about him. You really did. But when you found out that Nancy Wheeler was also spending time with the kids, it was over. Nancy was a nice girl. She even could have been your friend if she hadn’t dated Steve or if he had stopped spending time with them instead of you. But somehow, him not telling you he was spending time with Nancy Wheeler and pretending he just didn’t have time for you, was what hurt you the most.

Steve’s plans always seemed very fake. Sometimes he told you he had an extra shift, other times it was taking the kids to the arcade safely. And since everyone had been alarmed when Will Byers went missing, you couldn’t feel mad about him. It got to the point where you didn’t have a date in four weeks. And you were tired of his lies.

You found out one evening. You went into Dustin’s room to tell him dinner was ready, only to hear him talking to Steve through his walkie talkie. His walkie talkie, at that time, had become his best friend. He always had it with him and he was using it so much, he would ask you to get him spare batteries from the grocery every now and then. Hearing Steve on the other end was also a familiar accurence, but then hearing Nancy Wheeler talk about how she needed more „lights“ was another thing. And that was it for you.

„Shit, shit, shit.“ Your Brother immediately shut down the walkie talkie, stopping their conversation alltogether. He then, stood up from where he was sitting on his bed, Walkie Talkie thrown to the side and walked out of the door.

You just looked at him with a blank stare gesturing to the Walkie Talkie with one hand. „Was that Nancy Wheeler?“ you asked him, voice filled with anger. „Yes?“ he said quietly, smiling as much as he could to cover that he knew. He definitely knew.

The next day, Steve had picked you up for shool. Dustin was in the cars backseat, he looked nervous. He was fumbling with the straps of his backpack, which had suddenly caught all his attention.

„So,“ you said lightly, „Yesterday was dinner with your family!“ You looked at Dustins reaction through the mirror who still seemed to have all his concentration on that backpack.

„Yeah,“ Steve stiffened in his seat.

„Yeah,“ he started again, nervously, „That,“ he paused in between, „It was great!“ He looked at you shortly, giving you a smile that would’ve been convincing if you didn’t know him.

„How was the food?“ you bit through your teeth.

„Great, yeah great!“ he looked at you, eyebrows raised.

„What about Nancy,“ you asked, „did Nancy like dinner as well?“

Steve’s head whipped in your direction, surprise written on his face. And you looked away, starring out of the window for the rest of the drive. You swore you could hear a mumbled „shit“ from Dustin in the backest but you weren’t sure.

When Steve parked the car on the school’s parking lot, Dustin exited the car as soon as possible, backpack not on his shoulders but dragging it behind him. The car door closed shut with a loud thud, leaving you and Steve alone inside the car.

„Bye,“ he shouted over his shoulder hastily, already running towards the school’s entrance. Not looking back, he added: „See you later!“

By the time he was already opening the school’s double doors, you and Steve stepped out of the car as well. Without saying anything, you grabbed your chemistry folder, held it tightly under your arms and started heading to where Dustin vanished seconds prior.

„Whoa, whoa whoa Y/N,“ Steve’s hand grabbed your upper arm, making you halt and turning you towards him.

„Talk to me,“ he added with a quiet voice. But to his surprise, you didn’t. Instead, you stayed quiet, avoiding looking at him and only letting out an annoying huff.

Steve closed his eyes for a millisecond, before taking a deep breath. “Nancy was there yesterday.“ he admitted. When he noticed you didn’t answer, he added „But so was Jonathan, trust me!“ a second later.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to believe him. But the last few weeks had been filled with half-explanations and lies, so you weren’t sure if trusting him was right.

„How can I, when all you do is find excuses?“ You raised a hand and let it fall to your side again. „You don’t trust me!“ you hissed after a pause.

And now he was the one staying quiet, looking at the ground, arms crossed, pressing to his chest.

„If you cannot tell me the truth…“ you stated, tears filling your eyes. „Maybe we should break up then,“ you cried out. The folder in your hands suddenly felt way to heavy, just like your heart.

And so you did the only thing which seemed right that moment. You turned around and went into the schools building. Steve didn’t stop you. Instead, he stood at the head of his car for way too long, wishing he could have told your the truth. What was really going on.

This was how you and steve broke up. Quiet, lonely, on a random schools day and the reason, why you didn’t want to spend time with Steve, ever again.

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Should I do a taglist?

[aquietgirlsmess]

Have I mentioned that I love that Will called Steve, Robin's Steve ? Because I love it a lot ! Yes that's right! He's her Steve, I'd even dare say he's her soulmate but platonic with a capital P.

[nestaenthusiast]

Stranger Things has a legit history with Straight-Baiting. When Maya Hawke was cast everyone thought she was gonna get with Steve. And the way they built their characters up in season 3 made it seem like they were gonna get together. Robin was gonna be the weird girl who was actually perfect for the popular jock like Steve. It was a classic trope! They had their banter and when a scary situation happened they held hands in fear. Even Dustin was trying to get them together. Stranger Things literally built their characters up like they were gonna be together and it all came crashing down when she came out to him. It’s not completely out of the ballpark that they will do this with Mileven. The entire show has “seemed” like it’s been building up them being either others one true love. But really it’s been building up towards Byler.

[its-a-state-of-angst]

I NEED ROBIN AND STEVE TO BE OK, cause I need them to live out my Joey and Chandler fantasy

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THE POTENTIAL of 90s spin off sigh...I LOVE THEM BOTH SO MUCH <3 anyways LET STEVE AND ROBIN BE OK!!

[dailystobin]

STRANGER THINGS (2016—) S03E08 | "The Battle of Starcourt"

[toocheesecakeparadise]

Do I ship romantic stobin? Yes

Do I think Robin is bi? Not really (I don't think it ever been said clearly that she is a lesbian not bi but I can be wrong)

My friends are lesbian and I know that some of them had a guy crush at some point or says that their crush could be their exception. (I'm not saying all lesbians do ofc)

Some people need to understand that shipping and writing fanfics about stobin is not bad (unless you are being clearly homophobic and saying that Robin's character is straight, then this is not okay.) It's a fanFICTION it's an AU (alternative universe) that it's a what if..? story. People make headcanons and Aus all the time about their fandom because it's not real.

Romantic stobin is in my opinion really cute concept. Steve being her exception and the besties vibes stay the same but some kisses and more I love yous and cuddles are added to their already close relationship. It's just an au for me and I love it.

You don't have to like my view or even tolerate it or respect my point but you have to respect me and that I can have my opinions and ship what I want. Some people even get deah threats for shipping it which is just crazy and sick.

[libbyslove]

What could've been - Stobin Story

Sooo... I've finished re-watching the whole of Stranger Things after the finale broke me, and we can all agree on what a fantastic friendship Steve and Robin have. Yet I found myself wondering what could've been if Robin weren't a lesbian, so hope you enjoy this completely made-up 'what if?' story.

Chapter 1 - Scoops Ahoy, Dead‑End Summer

chapter I - chapter II

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The mall was too bright for this early in the morning. Robin Buckley squinted against the fluorescent glare as she unlocked the doors to Scoops Ahoy, silently cursing whoever designed a nautical‑themed ice cream shop that required employees to dress like they were about to swab the deck of a pirate ship.

She tossed her backpack behind the counter and tied her apron with the enthusiasm of someone preparing for a root canal.

Steve Harrington strolled in five minutes late.

Of course he did.

“Morning, Buckley,” he said, hair already perfect, smile already smug. He leaned against the counter like he was posing for a teen magazine cover. “Miss me?”

“Like a migraine,” she said.

He grinned wider. “So… a lot.”

Robin rolled her eyes so hard she worried they might get stuck. “You’re late.”

“I’m fashionably late.”

“You work in an ice cream shop, not a runway.”

“Tell that to my hair.”

She grabbed a stack of waffle cones and smacked them onto the counter. “Your hair is not a personality trait.”

“It’s one of them.”

“Unfortunately.”

This was their rhythm — bickering, teasing, pretending they didn’t actually enjoy each other’s company. Robin would never admit it out loud, but Steve made the endless hours of scooping ice cream and dealing with screaming children almost tolerable.

Almost.

She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he tied his apron. He was humming something off‑key, tapping his fingers against the counter. He always did that when he was restless. Or nervous. Or thinking too hard.

She hated that she’d learned that.

“Okay,” Steve said, clapping his hands together. “Let’s make this the best day ever.”

Robin stared at him. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what?”

“Optimistic. It’s disgusting.”

He shrugged. “Someone has to balance out your whole… thing.”

“My thing?”

“Your whole ‘I hate everything and everyone’ vibe.”

“I don’t hate everything,” she said. “Just most things. And most people.”

“Except me,” he said, winking.

She snorted. “Keep dreaming, Harrington.”

But the truth — the annoying, inconvenient truth — was that she didn’t hate him. Not even close. He was ridiculous and dramatic and occasionally infuriating, but he was also… kind. And loyal. And weirdly good at making her laugh when she didn’t want to.

She shoved that thought away before it could settle.

The mall speakers crackled to life with some overly cheerful pop song. Robin groaned. Steve started dancing. Badly.

“Stop,” she said.

“You love it.”

“I hate it.”

“You love it.”

She threw a napkin at him. He caught it mid‑air, smirking like he’d just won a gold medal.

“See?” he said. “We make a great team.”

Robin froze for half a second — just long enough for something warm and unwelcome to flicker in her chest.

She covered it with sarcasm. “Yeah, we’re like Batman and Robin.”

“Hey, I’m Batman.”

“You’re absolutely Robin.”

He gasped. “Take that back.”

“Never.”

He pointed at her. “This means war.”

“It already was.”

They stared at each other, both trying not to smile.

And then the mall doors opened, and the first customers of the day wandered in, and the moment dissolved like ice cream in July.

Robin turned away, scooping mint chip into a cone, pretending her heart hadn’t just done something stupid.

She didn’t notice Steve watching her — really watching her — with a look he quickly hid when she glanced back.

Neither of them knew it yet, but this was the beginning of something that would change everything.

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chapter I - chapter II