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[missmariannecherie]

Stobin month 2025 - day 31: Victory

[thursdaysyme]

stobin month: joy

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @stobinmonth and @corrodedcoffinfest.

It's Tradition

Stobin Month Prompt: Tradition & CCF Spring Break Prompt: Beach | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | POV: Robin | Pairing: Platonic Stobin, Steddie | CW: Mentions of Recreation Drug/Alcohol Use, Steve's Neglectful Parents | Tags: Childhood Friends AU, Reuniting

It's tradition. The annual week-long Buckley family trip to the beach. A highlight of the year, until her parents made it clear they didn't want to go anymore.

All good things must come to an end. 

They just couldn't understand Robin didn't want to go somewhere new. That Robin didn't want it to end. That she needed to go to the same house, on the same beach, where she spent a week each year of her childhood. 

That she wanted to go where she last saw Steve. At least one more time.

Even though Steve hasn't been there the last six years her family visited, and she heard the Harrington house sold when his parents divorced. That's the gossip around this small coastal town, anyway.

Either way, the Harringtons are long gone, taking Steve with them.

But he was the best friend she's ever had, and turning up for a week every spring and getting to see him was a staple of her childhood.

So, with her summer job savings she rented the same house her family always did, and sits on the screened-in porch.

Harrington's old house definitely doesn't have Steve in it, instead a family with a bunch of little kids that are loving their time on the water. On the other side, there's a rowdy group, loud at all hours, but closer to her age. She watches them, trying to not be sad that this last attempt was a bust. 

One of the guys is currently swinging his girlfriend around in circles as she screams, delighted. Two others are making s'mores. And the long-haired one is running around in circles like a maniac. Harassing his friends on a loop. At least they're having fun. She's seen them drink, smoke weed, and poke at a bonfire.

This was stupid. It's been six years, of course he was never coming back. He probably doesn't even remember her. She was just some girl that turned up once a year for a week at a time.

She hears another car pull up behind the house next door, and their place has been grand central station. This time it's another dark-haired guy that the long-haired one is immediately pawing at, much to the complaints of the others.

Then, the newcomer turns and looks towards her house. 

Steve.

At least, she thinks that's Steve. He just grew up. Has a better haircut.

Robin feels frozen to the porch swing, unsure if he can see her or not. If he'll even remember her if he can.

"Robin?!" he yells, then comes darting across the sand. She stands, crosses the porch and throws open the door.

She barely makes it out onto the deck before she's wrapped up in a big hug, "Robin Buckley! I didn't think, I mean, I knew it was a long shot when I rented this other house, but it's you! You're you!"

She's her. And he's him. She starts to cry. She really never thought she'd see him again.

"Robin's here!" Steve yells and the rest of them cheer, like they were totally in on this as a possibility. 

He didn't forget.

He wanted to see her too.

Later, after all the introductions have been made, Robin joins them around the fire they've built. Eddie, Steve's boyfriend, and boy was she delighted to find that out, is in a band and have finally made enough for a real vacation.

Steve planned for it to be here, over spring break, hoping to see her.

Jeff is picking out a soft tune on his guitar, and they are all razzing him, saying it's not metal enough, but before long, two more guitars are fetched from the house and Gareth's beating on an upside down bucket. Diana in the sand, resting her head against his thigh, seemingly unconcerned with the flailing of his arms.

Trusting he won't hit her. 

The music's a little aggressive, but they blend well. 

Steve leans into Robin's side, explaining, "They're a heavy metal band."

"They're good at this," she says. She can't believe this is really Steve. It feels like they haven't missed a day.

"And they know it, despite the bitching. Don't let them fool you, they aren't that cool. They did a bit of wedding band gigging early on to make ends meet."

She giggles, delighted by the image of that.

"I like Eddie," she says.

"I was kinda worried you'd, like, disapprove."

"Hello? I like girls, dingus. I figured that was always obvious."

"Not that obvious," he says, and she laughs. He was never the most observant kid on earth.

"Where'd you wind up, you just disappeared?" she asks.

"Boarding school," he answers, and she reaches over and squeezes his hand.

"I'm sorry," she says, and she is. 

"Well, it made me into a boy kisser," he teases, and she leans on his shoulder, and giggles.

"It did not."

"It didn't, but it may have put jumper cables on my bisexual awakening."

She smiles, "Are you happy now?"

And Steve looks over at Eddie, riffing back and forth with his band, "Very."

Robin smiles, "He's kinda feral."

"Well, that's his best quality," Steve teases, adding, "They're playing in a bar down the beach tomorrow night. I hope you'll come."

She nods. She'll go anywhere he wants her to this week, as long as she gets to see Steve again.

The next night, Steve's walking around the small venue, and she realizes he's somehow in charge of this dog and pony show. Robin sits at a table with Diana, and waits for the band to get started.

Robin can see Eddie and Gareth jumping up and down, just off-stage, bumping chests.

Diana rolls her eyes, but she's clearly fond, "It's tradition. I don't ask questions."

Robin likes traditions. Finds comfort in them.

And as Corroded Coffin is announced, Steve settles in the wings where she can see him. He grew up. They both did, and now she hopes they can make new traditions with friends, together.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries, check out @corrodedcoffinfest to read takes on Spring Break prompts, or to offer up your own!

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[lavenderstobins]

The third year of platonic Stobin Month is almost upon us!

Here are this year's prompts well ahead of time. I've included a bonus prompt for each week* based on this tweet:

(*ish. Every 8 days or so.)

As always, use the tags #stobinmonth and #stobinmonth2025 when posting your pieces. There will also be an ao3 collection that writers can add their works to. The previous collections can be found here.

All kinds of fanwork all welcome! Have fun, and I hope to see you all in March! <3

[green-fifteen]

red fish, blue fish

tags: post s4, stobin, Hopper POV, prom, not!fic

word count: 586

@stobinmonth prompt: prom

So Steve leaves home after the earthquakes to be closer to everyone. He ends up living with the Hopper-Byers so they can all drive together wherever help is most needed. Eventually, Hopper kind of forgets Steve isn't one of theirs. He just fits, in a way that is both improbable and surprising to no one.

That is to say, Robin is around the Hopper-Byers a lot. Like, nearly as around them as Steve, who has moved into the spare room.

When the Beemer pulls up and he hears Robin's voice through the front door before she even gets out of the car, he pours himself another cup of coffee out of the gone-cold carafe.

He can hear their conversation better as they come in and clamber around in the entry, shucking shoes and jackets.

"But it's like, post-apocalyptic! Doesn't that make it cool?"

"Nothing makes it cool. It's Hawkins High."

"Post-apocalyptic Hawkins High."

"It really doesn't count if the school was literally 100% untouched."

"Think about the stories you can tell your kids," Steve insists. "Prom at the end of the world."

"One, the world didn't end. Two, it's not 'at the end of the world' if it's an entire year later and they've had plenty of time to clean up."

They round the corner into the kitchen and spot Hopper standing at the counter.

Robin blinks, but Steve sails by him to grab a cupcake from the refrigerator.

"They're carrot, you want one?"

She does. She and Steve peel the wrappers nearly in sync and when they shoot for the trashcan, both of them miss.

Hopper clears his throat and says, "No prom then, for you two?"

They glance at each other and Steve quickly swallows to say, "Who says I'd go with her?" like Hopper had suggested he take the Loch Ness Monster to the school dance.

Robin squawks around a mouthful. "You wouldn't go with me?" she manages to say.

And Hopper just raises an eyebrow. "In my day, boyfriends and girlfriends went together to that kind of thing."

They both seem to realize something at the same time and they rush to correct him.

"No, Hopper, I can't believe you don't know--"

"Chief Hopper, with all due respect, I would rather eat glass."

He takes a long drink from his mug.

"So you're just over here all hours of the day and night because…"

"We're best friends. Like, soulmate level."

"She's my platonic soulmate, it's a thing."

"You two are 'a thing.'" Hopper hums. "I know what that means."

Steve rolls his eyes and Robin considers him seriously.

"If we're an item, I want it on the record that you never even asked me out."

Hopper nods. "It's disrespectful, son."

Steve glares at them both in turn while he slowly drops to one knee.

"Robin, will you be my girlthing?"

She puts on a convincing display of outrage. "No!" she says. "Apparently I've been your girlthing this entire time. You've been taking advantage of my feminine virtues or something probably."

"I would never!"

"Some boything you turned out to be." She puts her nose in the air which must be some kind of cue for Steve, who grabs at one of her hands like a lifeline and places a kiss to the back of it. She abruptly drops her regal poise to smack him across the shoulders and say, "Did you really fucking lick me? Are you twelve?"

Hopper downs the last of the awful, chilly coffee in his mug and retreats.

[turinspeachjam]

Stobin Month 2025 - Prompt "What If?"

wc: 528 | cw: Implied Brain Trauma/Injury, Catastrophizing, Implied PTSD | rating: T

Robin sometimes thought about what would have happened if she had not gotten involved. 

Steve would have just been an annoying coworker up until the mall fire. And then he probably would have been dead. Not that Robin believed she was the reason he survived the Russians, but every time she tried to picture a version where she was not there, Steve died. By torture, getting caught in the crossfire, or sometimes her brain superimposed Steve over Billy Hargrove and it was the Mindflayer that killed him. 

She hated it. Which was how she held onto the belief that Steve was better off with her in his life, and him in hers. 

He reminded her as often as he could remember that he loved her and did not know where he would be without her. Robin listened, but there was still a nagging voice in the back of her head who told her no one wanted her. 

So Steve started leaving her little notes telling her exactly how he felt about her. 

You’re the smartest person I know—and we know literal geniuses. 

That one always made her laugh because Dustin had caught a glimpse of it one time when he came to visit and got so incensed over the fact that Steve considered Robin the smartest person he knew and not himself. Dustin almost went to visit Steve and give him a piece of his mind before Robin quietly reminded him that visiting hours were over, which took the wind right out of Dustin’s sails. Robin tried to cheer him up, but she could see that his mind was centered around Steve, so they spent the rest of the evening in heavy silence. 

You make me laugh more than anyone else. 

Whenever she looked at that note, she smiled, remembering his first confession to her in that dirty mall bathroom. The declaration that she was the reason he had laughed that summer more than he could remember doing so before. How it was Steve “The Hair” Harrington of all people who made her feel normal for the first time in her entire life. How he took her rejection and never held it against her. How he held her hand and declared her his best friend. Platonic with a capital P. 

You are the reason I keep trying. 

The first time she saw that note, she cried. She knew how hard it was for him to move forward after everything, how he suddenly felt like the world upended and nothing made any sense. He cried on her shoulder many times, unable to cope with how the world had changed and left him behind. She knew all too well how he felt. 

So, when he got admitted, Robin started leaving him secret notes all over his room, in plain sight and obscured from view. She wanted to surround him in as much love as she could. 

You are the strongest person I know—and we know Nancy Wheeler and Jane Hopper. 

You make me feel braver. 

You are the reason I wake up in the morning and the reason that I can sleep at night. 

You are my soulmate. 

[deadboyfriendd]

• F I S H L E G S•

Okay I was gonna wait to post the idiots together but I got too excited and thus I cast my light upon the fish legs universe

[stobinmonth]

Stobin Month 2025

The third year of platonic Stobin Month starts March 1st!

Platonic Stobin month is an event that runs from March 1st to March 31st centred on the duo of Steve and Robin from Stranger Things.

This blog will serve as the designated blog for the event, so posts will be reblogged to here!

FAQs / AO3 Collection / Past events: 2023 / 2024