Itâs so funny when you think about Steve figuring out heâs bi and taking flirting with men like a fish to water.
Like Robin is lowkey stoked at first cuz she thinks she can finally call out Steve as a hypocrite cuz heâs always hounding on her being so awkward with girlsâexpecting him to fumble and be self conscious and scared like her. But nope.
She watches with a hanging jaw as Steve just goes up to a guy to flirt.
âSteve! What if heâs homophobic!? And picks a fight!?â
âUh, I can fight.â
âBut you CANâT tho.â
And it turns into a day long argument on whether Steve can fight or not.
âRobin, Iâve fought literal monsters. And won.â
âYeah, but none of them started swinging now did they Steve? Iâve watched you crumple on the first swing; you canât take a punch!â
âThen, Iâll just avoid getting punched?â [does little dodging maneuvers like heâs ever boxed a day in his life]
Robin smacks him right in the face.
âOw, Robin wtf?â
âI was proving a point. You ainât dodging shit.â
Robin concludes Steve has no issue with flirting with men cuz he has very low risk assessment skills.
It's platonic Hanahaki by instead of puking flowers, it's migraines and mind reading.
***
After they're injected with the same experimental mystery drugs in the Russian spy bunker, Steve wakes up two days later with a killer headache.
Must be the concussion.
Except throughout the day it gets worse, worse than his migraines after his fight with Billy. He tries to go to sleep early, but the pain's so intense he seriously thinks his head might implode.
Does he call Robin?
They aren't what he'd call friends. But they survived torture together, so that has to mean something, right?
No, he decides. She's got her own problems and it's almost midnight.
He's up, can't sleep. At 6:30am he wraps an ice pack around his head and sits in a warm bath. At 7:30am he's throwing up water and bile. By 9am he's got a bloody nose and he's popped a blood vessel in his right eye. Just as he's about to pick up the phone, there's knocking on his front door that feels like a hammer to his skull.
Robin's on the front stoop, the front of her Fleetwood Mac sleep shirt covered in drops of blood and she's holding a wad of napkins to her face. She's crying and practically collapses into his arms.
The pain recedes so quickly he gasps. He didn't realize how difficult it was to breathe. The sharp stabbing behind his eyes is gone and it feels like he hasn't eaten in days.
Robin's still holding his shoulder, looking at him with wide eyes. She moves the napkins and even though her face is a mess of dried blood it's clear the bleeding has stopped.
"Steve, what's going on?"
"How the hell should I know?"
Her hand slips from his shoulder as he backs into the house, and suddenly the pain's creeping back in. It's minimal compared to before. Robin grabs his hand again and the pain recedes.
He looks up and she's staring at him wide eyed, mouth hanging open like a fish.
"I do not look like a fish!" Robin scoffs.
He didn't say that.
"Oh holy shit you didn't say that!" she practically screams at him.
She grips his other hand, squeezing them both tight as they stare into each other's panicked eyes.
Oh my god playing on loop between them, yet Robin's mouth isn't moving and he's pretty sure his is closed.
Can we read minds?
I have no idea Steven I've never done this before! You're the freaky stuff expert.
It's called the upside down Robs.
He's so bitchy.
I'm not bitchy!
"OK we have to stop this," Robin finally says. He knows she said it. He saw her mouth move and everything.
"Jesus I'm not sure I can handle your brain Harrington I've already got enough going on up here on my own."
"Yeah tell me about it," he replies as he thinks about her rambling about nothing for hours on end during shared shifts.
Robin sighs, squeezing his hands again as she scuffs her shoes on the white tile.
For what it's worth, I like your rambling.
A light smile ghosts her face. He always feels better when she's smiling, and that gets a wet chuckle from her as she wipes her teary eyes.
"Ok," Robin says, putting her game face on. "We're going to figure this out and I've got some ideas."
Ok hear me out, Pirates of the Caribbean Curse of the Black Pearl AU where Steve Harrington is Elizabeth Swann, Robin is Will Turner (platonic soulmates version!), and Eddie is Captain Jack Sparrow. Not sure who is Barbosa in this scenario, but just imagine Robinâs reluctant friendship with Eddie, the weird tension between Steve and Eddie. Steve being all haughty and demanding. Robin earnest and stubborn and a little bit resigned. Eddie just terribly off kilter and full of shit but it works out. The main story being Steve and Robins friendship. Them becoming pirates at the end, with Eddie as captain. Dustin is almost certainly Mr. Gibbs.
Soulmate au where romantic, platonic, and familial soulmate bonds exist (except parent-child bonds because being soulmates means sharing emotional burdens, and parents shouldnât ask that of their children).
Bonds happen when a significant vulnerable moment(s) is shared between the two. Sometimes itâs a mutual confession; sometimes itâs a promise made. Sometimes itâs shared trauma. As long as both parties are vulnerable with one another.
Steve is so sure Robin is his soulmate despite their rocky start. Sharing a space comes naturally, moving fluidly around each other, banter ricocheting between them. At first he thought it would be a romantic soulmate bond until he knew better that one fateful night.
And that same night, Steve and Robin were waiting for their soulmate mark. They went through hell together, thought they were gonna die together.
But their injuries were tended to and they were cleared to go home. The sun broke dawn and their skin remained bare except for their fresh wounds.
It wasnât until spring when a certain boy catches Steveâs eye that he begins to truly contemplate his sexuality.
Steve comes out to Robin in the Family Video bathroom floor (to honor their tradition, of course). And they both simultaneously took a deep breath as relief settled over them in a way it never had before. Like a final piece slotting into place. Like the first breath taken after holding your breath underwater for as long as you couldâŠ
There on their inner wrists, on Steveâs left and Robinâs right, is a small blue and white sailorâs hat the size of a penny.
I need more useless fucking conversations in fanfic between Steve and Robin that donât advance the plot whatsoever and leaves me feeling like I got a group lobotomy with them by the end of it âšđ
People whoâve flatlined but were revived get assigned a guardian spirit.
Eddie Munson, victim of a brutal targeted crime by an organized church group, ends up with severe internal bleeding and a collapse lung along with a long list of bone fractures.
Nearing almost 8 months in a coma after sustaining a traumatic brain injury from a skating accident, Max Mayfield wakes up with a long road to recovery.
Physical recovery is only part of the healing process and they have both been assigned intensive physical therapy at the same facility.
Meanwhile, the higher forces have deamed them both deserving of heavenly intervention due their good nature and have assigned guardian spirits to their cases.
Steve gets assigned to Max while his best friend and coworker, Robin, get assigned to the metalhead down the hall. Freshly recruited, theyâre shoved to their charges with a basic How-To manual of guardianship and a âdonât fuck up good luckâ from corporate.
