Weiter prompt: fluffy platonic Stobin pls & thank you
Literally a month later and I still have so many more of these (mainly from you lmao thanks babe)… we’ll see how many I can churn out!
Also I should probably be sleeping right now. I’m not. Also I should work on “If I Should Stay” sooner rather than later because I’m running kinda low on prewritten parts but ADHD has decided the deadline is not close enough yet.
Anyways… I hope you enjoy! ❤️
“Tammy Thompson,” Robin had whispered, high on Russian drugs and shaking. Terrified and brave.
Steve doesn’t understand how she just said the words. He’s choking on them now, on any words at all.
He’d dragged her into his bathroom as soon as she’d gotten to his house. It seemed fitting, and Robin hadn’t seemed to mind. But now his ass is going numb, and his leg is cramping, and his heart is going crazy, and he can’t look at Robin.
“Okay,” she finally murmurs. “C’mon, come sit next to me. Clearly you can’t look at me for whatever you have to say.” She manhandles him over against the wall and sits next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder. She grabs his hand and squeezes it, and he squeezes back.
He finally finds words. “Y’know Bowie?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
It takes her a second, but she’s smart—a genius, really—so it isn’t long before she’s pulling him into a hug. “Thanks for telling me,” she whispers, then sits back and looks at him with a huge grin. “So?”
He frowns. “What?”
“Who is it?”
Steve groans, puts his head in his hands. “You’re gonna tease me.”
“Only a little,” Robin agrees, laughing.
He leans forward, rests his forehead against her shoulder. Loses tension in his own shoulders when she cards a hand through his hair. His next word is quiet. “Eddie.”
Her hand stutters, but doesn’t stop. “As in Munson? As in the kids’ Dungeon Master? As in the Freak of Hawkins High?”
“At least he can sing,” Steve grumbles, smiling when Robin squawks indignantly.
“Low blow, dingus,” she says, but her hand is still in Steve’s hair, so he knows it’s okay. “Tell me about him. Why?”
“I dunno, Robs. He’s just… so unashamed to be himself, y’know? I didn’t learn how to start doing that until I met Dustin. He’s so passionate about the things he likes and he’s really good with the kids.” He sighs. “And I know we’re probably completely incompatible and he’d never want me anyways, so it’s all a moot point.”
“I dunno,” Robin says thoughtfully. He leans back to look at her. “I mean, there’s that whole opposites attract thing for a reason, right? Like yin and yang. And I could see him being your yang. Passionate and excitable where you’re more even-keeled. He’s definitely the dad of the group, and I think I’ve actually heard Dustin call you mom before.”
Steve snickers. “He did. He was so embarrassed.”
“Beet-red, I know. He’s off in fantasy land half the time, and you need someone to transport you like that. And he needs someone practical to tell him when it’s time to land.” She shrugs a shoulder. “It’s not the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, at least.”
He leans his head against the wall and regards her. “I love you,” he says softly, and strangely enough this is when the tears come. He looks away, tries to wipe them quickly, but more come the second they’re gone and he knows it isn’t going to work, not when they’re already trailing down his cheeks.
She leans into him, gathering him close, putting his head back on her shoulder and wrapping both arms around him, squeezing. “I love you,” she whispers back. Doesn’t tell him to stop, that there’s no reason to cry, and he appreciates it.
“Thank you,” he finally murmurs, sniffling and leaning away, reaching for toilet paper so he can blow his nose.
“C’mon,” she says after he’s done, smiling wide and grabbing his hands, pulling him up. “Movie time. I have it on good authority that The Princess Bride is an excellent movie to watch after heartfelt confessions.”
Steve snorts. “Whose authority?”
“Mine.” She grins at him.
“Then I’m sure you’re right,” he agrees, chuckling. “Snacks? Chips? Popcorn? Ice cream?”
“All of the above,” she agrees with a nod. “I’ll get the movie started, you do the snacks?”
He snags her hand before she can walk away. He’s not ready to be alone, but he’s not sure he can say it. He pulls gently, not hard enough to sway her, but enough she knows his intention. She looks in his eyes, studies him, and nods. “Together,” she murmurs, tangling their fingers. Steve thinks he could cry again.
He walks into the kitchen instead, Robin by his side. They grab their snacks then make their way into the living room, where Robin proceeds to recite the entire movie. Steve attempts to throw popcorn in her mouth every time it opens wide enough.
The next day they have work. Robin doesn’t say anything, but gives him a look when she takes her break. He doesn’t understand it until the door opens less than a minute later and Edie walks in.
Steve realizes she must have seen him coming.
He’s never loved her more.
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I’m going to receive a lot of hate for this, but the best interpretation of Gojo’s and Geto’s relationship is that they are best friends, not lovers.
Now, I know that people have their favorite ships, and I’m not downing anyone for that. I just think that it is so important for us as a society to normalize men having close, loving platonic bonds with other men.
It seems like anytime men are close friends in fiction they are interpreted as being gay immediately by fandoms, causing many men in real life to think they can’t have close friendships without people thinking they’re gay. More platonic relationships need to be accepted without any assumption that there is also a sexual relationship present. Our society is so individualized and sexualized that we can’t even recognize a healthy platonic relationship anymore.
I know people are going to read this post and say, “but we need more representation.” I’m just focusing on a different issue right now. Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru are canonically best friends and nothing else. Doesn’t it make their story so much more powerful knowing that everything tragic took place due to their platonic love? A love built on loyalty and respect? Just my thoughts
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Hassel: Hello, Dear Brassie
Brassius: Hello, Ol’ Has’
Player character: Oh they fucking.
Arven: What? T-They’re just saying hi to eachother.
Hassel: How are you today?
Brassius: I’m doing well, how about you?
Player: Oh they fucking, look at them sparks!
Arven: They’re just- they’re just talking to eachother-
Hassel: Dear Brassie there is no one I trust more then you.
Brassius: I’m glad to hear it, Ol’ Has. You are a very important person to me.
Arven: Oh they fucking.
Player: OH THEY FU-
Credit: ProZD-Shipping Characters
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can i just be sappy on main and talk about love for a minute? yes? ok great, today we’re talking about platonic love.
if you’ve been around long enough you’ve probably seen me talk more than once about how i used to read aziraphale & crowley platonically. (go here to read more if you’re curious about why)
and you’ve probably also seen my musings on platonic love (they happen frequently)
and part of it is that i value platonic love so so deeply. in more than a “well duh friendships are important way.”
it’s never made sense to me why people value platonic love less than romantic love. how it’s always “they’re JUST friends” as if friends is less than lovers. how it’s always “i want to be more” as if romance is somehow of greater value than platonic love.
and that isn’t to discredit romantic love. romance is beautiful, but i don’t think it’s more than platonic love. i think it’s simply different. i don’t believe in a hierarchical view of love, i don’t believe in the upward mobility of love. love in all it’s forms is so. fucking. beautiful. and so important.
but because so many people view love as an upward line going from Not Friends —> Friends —> Lovers, it’s hard to convey my feelings on it.
i tell my friends frequently how much i love them. how much i love their passions in life how much i love their love for others how much i love their vibe and essence how much i love their minds. i make it known to all my friends that i AM in love with them.
and for some reason just saying you’re platonically in love with your friends is seen as weird?
i’ve always said that i love platonic love stories in media. and i’ve often been met with “but a love story can’t be platonic” when i say that. which just doesn’t make sense to me. if we call the love we have for our friends platonic, why can’t we call the story of our relationship a love story?
my best friend and i have known each other for our entire lives. and i don’t mean that hyperbolically, i mean we met as infants in daycare. we’ve been through every single stage of life together. i’ve witnessed every phase she’s gone through, she’s witnessed all of mine. she was there supporting me while i was at catholic school and she wasn’t. we took drivers ed together. i was there cheering her on from the sidelines when she was working up the courage to confess her feelings to her first real crush.
and if that’s not a love story, i don’t know what else it is? how do i convey the deep, undying, overflowing, and overwhelming love i feel for her if not by saying our story is a love story?
i’m not sure where i’m going with this but yeah. platonic love is beautiful. platonic love is what holds my being together. and i’m just kind of really fucking tired of people discrediting the ways in which i express that love.
let me have my platonic love stories. and maybe you can allow yourself to have your own.
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