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scoops-stevie-archive · 11 months

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a piece from the roadtrip fic that just hit me while i was buttering my toast

Chrissy rolls over to face him. Eddie can't tell if she's still drunk or not.

She giggles when he reaches over and swipes a thumb under her eye where the eyeliner is smudged and the corners of Eddie's lips tick up in amusement. He lets his hand fall back to the bed and tucks it underneath his pillow.

Chrissy's eyes are starting to droop and just when Eddie thinks she's out, she takes in a sharp breath and shifts under the covers, pulling them under her chin. She looks at Eddie with an unreadable expression.

"Do you think..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, like she doesn't want to disrupt the comfortable silence that's settled between them. It's a stark contrast to how loud she was at the bar and when Eddie dragged her through the door of their hotel room, still drunkenly slurring that Cyndi Lauper song from karaoke.

"And you've taken all you can bare, you call me up because you know I'll be there."

"Alright, superstar," Eddie chuckles fondly as he sits her on the edge of the bed. "I think it's time you hit the hay. You're gonna have a bitch of a hangover in the morning."

He kneels down in front of her and starts unlacing her boots. Her singing stops and Chrissy sits up from where she'd flopped onto her back and gives Eddie a look that he equates to a pouting bunny. "I am not a bitch in the mornings, Edward Munson."

It startles a laugh out of Eddie so hard that he almost chokes on it. "That's not even remotely close to what I said, but," he gives her an apologetic look, "you kind of are, babe."

It earns him a deserved smack on the head but Chrissy quickly goes back to humming her songs and Eddie is able to get her out of her party clothes and into her pajamas without much fuss.

"You can always call me," she says before he turns the lights out. Her back is turned but her voice is clear. "You know that right? Just like I can always call you."

Eddie blinks, hand froze under the lamp shade. "Of course I know that, Chris," he says after a blip of silence. She doesn't say anything else so Eddie turns the light off and slips under he blankets beside her.

Eddie nudges her socked foot with his own bare one. "Do I think what?"

Chrissy bites her lip like she does when she's nervous. "If we both weren't gay and you weren't dating Steve, do you think we would've worked out?"

The question catches Eddie off guard. "Oh."

Chrissy shakes her head and quickly sits up. "It's a stupid question, I know. I shouldn't have asked–"

"Hey." Eddie grabs her hand before she can get out of bed. "It isn't stupid. Nothing you ever say is stupid, don't say mean things about my best friend."

That gets a watery laugh out of her. Eddie gently gives her hand a pull and Chrissy easily lays back down. The lights stay off because this feels like a lights off conversation.

"I don't know," Eddie says honestly, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "Maybe. But I think that deep down we would have known we aren't right for each other that way."

Chrissy looks at their hands and nods. "Yeah... Even if it meant figuring this stuff out later, I think I would have liked to try."

A sadness makes a home in Eddie's core. Deep down he knows he never would have been able to give her the kind of love she deserves, but he also knows that Chrissy thinks she doesn't deserve any type of love at all.

So he scoots closer until he's got her pulled into his chest, their arms around each other. "What I do know is that you're my best friend in the whole world. And I know that there isn't a single universe in which I wouldn't find you and make sure you know how much I love you."

He feels Chrissy hug him tighter and he kisses the top of her head.

"You're loved by so many people, Chrissy Cunningham."

#cj talks #roadtrip fic #platonic hellcheer #cj's wips #wip weekend #technically. it's after midnight.#eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #they're platonic with a capital P #idk if their conversation makes sense its past 1am here

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mcuxhp777 · 4 months

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No, bc the relationship between Will and El in season 4 was anything, but romantic

They went from this

To fucking siblings in six MONTHS

People, who ship them, romantically, get help

#byler #willel #mike wheeler #will byers #jane hopper #they're siblings your honor #platonic with a capital p #best siblings #will doesn't like el romantically #will is gay

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rogueddie · 6 days

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Popstar Steve who gets strangely offended when the media accurately reports on how he and Robin are "just friends" and... yeah, they're not wrong, but they're both so tied at the hip, soulmates, connected in a way that's inescapable and irreversible...

He goes on a weird rant that people meme but the media starts calling Robin his sister. He'll take what he can get.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #pwacp #I need them to be as weird about each other as possible #they're soulmates and they'll make sure you goddamn know it

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 10 months

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I was just thinking about how I apparently have the same taste in women as my dad. Can you imagine Steve finding out his parents have a lavender marriage? Also, imagine him flipping his lid when he realizes his dad's taste in men kind of looks like Eddie and his mom's taste in women kind of look like Nancy. Robin, who found out at the same time, was there too. He turns to her.

"Robin!" He squeaked. "I have the same taste in people as my parents!"

Meanwhile, Robin is on the floor laughing her ass off. She sat up for a moment, gasping for breath as tears came, and pointed at him. She collapsed back on the floor, still pointing.

"Robin! This isn't funny!" Steve squawked.

"It's a little funny," Eddie said, snickering.

Oh, yeah, Eddie was there too.

"Eddie, if my dad was younger, he would go for you!" He yelped.

"And I would be very flattered, but baby, you're the only Harrington I want," Eddie replied. "There's nothing to be jealous of."

"I'm not jealous! I'm freaking out!" Steve said. "We. Have. The. Same. Taste."

John Harrington came waltzing into the living room, whistling.

"You want a scotch, son?" John said. "A nice glass of scotch always calms me down."

"No, I do not want a scotch, dad," Steve bitched at him. "I hate scotch."

"See, now, there's something," John said. "Your mother and I both love scotch. We don't have exactly the same tastes. Now, if you want to, you can have the house to yourself. There's a nice bar in Indie your mother and I like to go to."

"Is it the one with all the goofy shit on the walls?" Eddie asked.

"Yes!"

"Robin and Steve like to go there too!" Eddie said, and Steve slapped a hand to his face.

"Well, we're just going to get out of your hair. Edward, don't get my son pregnant. His mother isn't ready to be a grandmother yet," John said and walked out of the room, waving at them.

"I LOVE your dad," Eddie cackled.

"I thought you said that I had nothing to worry about," Steve scowled and threw a pillow at him.

"You know, your mother kind of looks like Robin," Eddie said, scrunching up his nose.

"Does this mean that we're destined to have a lavender marriage of our own and have a turkey baster baby too?!" Robin exclaimed with a gasp. "Because I'm telling you right now I am not pushing your big headed baby out of my vagina!"

"Well, if you give me your gender, Buckley, I would gladly do it myself!" Eddie exclaimed. "It's really very selfish of you."

Robin glared mockingly at him before hitting him with a pillow, which resulted in a pillow fight. Steve rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington's parents #they're decent in this scenario #steve has good parents au #robin buckley #steve & robin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #stranger things ficlet

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imgoom · 1 year

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HAPPY STOBIN MONTH!!! <3

It's also Robin's birthday!! So happy birthday to the amazingest squinkie in the world 💜💜

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wynnyfryd · 5 months

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“Hey, Rob? Have you… ever kissed someone before?”

“Oh, my god.”

“I mean, I know you’re a virgin, but—”

“Oh, my god.”

“What? I’m just asking!”

“You’re being embarrassing!”

“No, you’re just embarrassed. There’s a difference.”

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some fluffy smutty heartfelt crack treated seriously for @messessentialist and @pennyplainknits because sometimes you gotta get blackout drunk and french your friends platonically

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #stobin #platonic with a capital p #even when they're literally making out lmao #st fic #my writing #my fic

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fairy-princette · 1 year

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Eddie rolls over in the morning and goes to pull Steve closer to him, except Steve suddenly has a lot more boob than he did the night before. He opens his eyes and is confronted with the back of Robin's head, who had definitely not been in the bed when they fell asleep.

Robin: Not that I don't appreciate a morning grope but you're really not my type Munson Steve: Yeah, get your own platonic soulmate Eddie: This is my bed?

#at some point Eddie gave Steve a key and obviously Steve got another cut to give to Robin #Robin and Steve regularly hangout in the trailer even when he and Wayne aren't here #but Eddie just assumed they used Steve's key since they're always together #insp. by the Eddie Munson TikTok saga post that was written from a Grey's Anatomy prompt #steddie #stobin #platonic with a capital p #eddie munson #you know that boy is getting kicked out of his own bed #robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things

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cinnamoncitric · 1 year

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It all starts with Robin.

In truth, if one might get technical, it starts with Billy Hargrove. Then, in due time, it restarts with Russian spies and a fortress underneath a mall. But neither of the parties was there for the result, so: in all the ways that matter, which is to say, in all the ways that help, it starts with Robin.

In all things Steve Harrington, there are two authorities other than the man himself, and, though he has known him longer, she doesn't think Dustin has noticed. Steve himself doesn't like to talk about it, has only ever opened up to her on the subject under scrutiny and prodding. But avoidance doesn't change the fact: Steve's hearing has suffered.

He tells her this exactly once, both sitting side by side on the bed in his room. He says it looking down, ashamed, one hand tightly pulling at his hair, the other holding Robin's in a tight knuckled grip. His voice is small. He does his best to suffocate the anguish and the fear that flood it when he says, What if it gets worse?

There's no reason to believe it will, for now. At least, that's what the doctor tells them once she bullies Steve into a visit. As long as there are no other injuries, no other blows to the head, he isn't in danger.

But the thing is, there might be. That's just the life they lead – never knowing if the danger is truly over. So Robin sits her ass down and picks up a book on sign language because she knows he'd never do it on his own.

Come on, she tells him, months of secret classes in Indy later. I'll teach you. We can just use it to talk in secret in front of everyone whenever we want to.

Which is, of course, not how it goes down. They go maybe a month into sneaking awkward signs behind everyone's back until Dustin gets wind of it. And when child prodigy Dustin Henderson decides he wants in, there's not much they can do to stop him. And he gets all the other genius gremlins to do it, too. Imagine how useful it would be to communicate without alerting demogorgons, he tells them, when Steve explains he doesn't want to talk about the real reason for it. They all figure it out anyway.

Mike learns it like he'd much rather not. His only argument for doing it is that it might be good for his college application and that Nancy took an interest in it and is now forcing him to learn with her as "sibling bonding."

Will is shy, Lucas is earnest, El is curious. By some point, all of them pick it up. All the older kids, all of the adults – Hopper, Joyce, Murray, Claudia Henderson – and Steve feels like he could cry. They all took the time and effort to learn a whole different language, just for him.

He does cry, and it's all because of one Max Mayfield.

Hey, loser, she calls out one day when the two of them are waiting for the others, searching for him with her cane so she can stand in his direction. Are you looking at me?

Steve twists so that's she's perfectly in his line of view and then confirms.

Good, Max says in sign with a shit-eating grin, pose triumphant, Guess what I fucking learned how to do.

Just like that, there are tears streaming down his face. He tries his best to control his breathing while Max goes on.

Lucas showed me, she continues in sign. It was a pain in the ass because he had to keep moving my hands himself every time I got it wrong, but I wasn't about to let you guys have one over me.

When he doesn't answer, when he can't answer due to the huge lump stuck on his throat and the tears streaming silently down his face, she pauses. Then starts again, this time out loud, Hey, you know you have to speak to the blind girl, though, right? I can't see your hands.

Steve laughs wetly. Shut up. Language, Mayfield.

She laughs at the unintentional pun. Yeah, language. Oh, man. Are you crying?

Shut up, Steve says again. I'm gonna hug you now, okay?

She huffs. Sure, if it's to get it out of your system.

#platonic with a capital p #stranger things #steve harrington #hoh steve harrington #the party learns asl for steve #i can imagine they spend HOURS arguing about what sings they're going to make up for the upside down stuff #and for the signs they're gonna use for themselves #the party #robin buckley #platonic stobin #deaf steve harrington #deaf!steve harrington #steve harrington is hoh #steve harrington is deaf

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itsdjover · 4 months

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Nancy: the medical examiner said his body showed clear signs that he was killed by belladonna.

Steve and Robin: the pornstar?

Nancy: ...the poison.

Steve and Robin: Oh.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #nancy wheeler #supernatural #incorrect quotes #stranger things incorrect quotes #I know I said Steve and Robin are Sam and Dean coded #But I also think they're Dean and Charlie coded

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tending-the-hearth · 1 year

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so steve DOESN'T die in season 5, but he and robin get separated.

idk, maybe steve, jonathan, and nancy go off fighting a group of demogorgons in a parallel to s1, and robin's with erica and max at the hospital, fighting off demodogs, and when the mindflayer dies, there's a horrible, horrible moment where robin sees the place that steve ran off to explode, and she feels like she wants to throw up

but then the party converges back to the hospital, and mike, lucas, and dustin are the first to get back, and lucas throws himself at his sister and girlfriend, and the three of them are crying, and dustin hurtles into robin's arms, because he saw the explosion to, and mike pretends to be nonchalant, but he's clinging to dustin's sleeve.

murray, joyce, and hopper are next, supporting an exhausted eleven and will, and it's then that mike's calm facade breaks, and he sags with relief. at this point, eleven and mike are broken up, maybe will has told mike how he feels, maybe not, but mike just hugs both of them, and they hold onto him, and hopper checks in on the rest of the kids while joyce stands with robin and dustin after surveying the room and realizing who's missing.

and they wait too long. they wait for longer than they should if the trio is still alive. but robin doesn't move from her spot, doesn't sit, doesn't listen to anyone trying to coax her away from the window.

it isn't until the sun is beginning to peak over the horizon that she spots three figures approaching the hospital, in various states of injured and limping, and robin lets out a shriek as she flies out of the room, mike and joyce following at her heels, but robin's the first one out of the hospital.

she doesn't slow down, doesn't pause, she collides with steve in a way that makes them both wince, but his arms are wrapping around her waist just as tightly as her arms are around his neck, and she buries her face in his shoulder as he presses his nose against her hair, and she can feel the sticky blood on his arm, and he can feel the bruises on her side, but none of that matters.

vaguely, they can hear mike and nancy crying as they reunite, nancy cradling her brother in her arms like he's a child again, joyce has jonathan tucked into her side, but all steve and robin care about is that their Platonic with a Capital P soulmate is alive and safe.

in a few minutes, robin will pull away and punch steve's uninjured arm, and ask him through her relieved tears what the fuck took him so long, and he'll explain that he, nancy, and jonathan wanted to make absolutely sure everything was closed, and jonathan will roll his eyes and say that steve got the worst of the injuries protecting him and nancy, and mike will, for the first time, separate from his sister and hug steve tightly.

and later that night, the Party will descend upon steve's house, and pile blankets and pillows into the living room, and robin and steve will fall asleep in each other's arms, dustin starfished over steve, erica pressed against robin's side, the rest of the kids curled up with each other like a giant puppy pile.

but for now, steve and robin cling to each other, tears falling down their cheeks, shoulders shaking with sobs, relieved, heavy sobs. in the back of their mind, they'll both have the same thought, because they're the same person, the same soul. they'll thank whatever deity is listening that they were paired up at scoops, because neither of them ever, ever again wants to possibly imagine a future where they don't have each other at their side.

#stranger things #stobin #platonic with a capital p #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #dustin henderson #joyce byers #mike wheeler #stobin being disgustingly codependent pls and thank you #they're not allowed to be separated #but i think s5 will separate them for the final fight #so i'm manifesting this reunion

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feralsteddie · 1 year

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Steve buys white converse and Robin buys black and they each swap a shoe so they're matchy

#i KNOW they're not going to be the same shoe size #but to ME they are and that's all that matter #steve and robin got that sisterhood of the travelling wardobe thing where no matter what they buy if it fits one of them it fits the other #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #pyreposting #yes they're doodled all to hell bc Rob was already doodling on her shoes and Steve just didn't care enough to stop her from doodling on his #the white ones both have 'BOOBIES ☺' written on the inner side of them and that was Steve's contribution

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satan-is-obsessed · 1 year

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i want what these bitches have

#i want to judge people togehter #and work together cause i am codependent and i need a bestie to talk shit with about other people #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #they're so bitchy but they're absolutely platonically soulmates #and i love that

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rogueddie · 1 year

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ok but aromantic steve. he has a high sex drive, which is why he was pretty infamous for 'dating' a lot of girls in high school but fell flat as soon as he tried to go on romantic dates. he probably just feels pressured by s4 to live up to his reputation and fit into the norm. it takes a while for him to accept that aspect of himself.

it definitely helps that robin is there through it all, the love of his life. the only thing about it that upsets him is that it took him so long to realize, thinking about those years he'd wasted thinking about dates and romance, when he could have been enjoying the platonic love he has with robin. it brings him more joy than anything else ever could.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #they're life partners your honor #pwacp

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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It was supposed to be a small gathering to talk about their feelings, both positive and negative. Nancy was having trouble choosing between the both of them, so Jonathan and Steve were going to talk it all out for Nancy. They would do anything for her. Including sitting in awkward silence as they all stared at each other in Steve's living room. Nancy huffed and rolled her eyes.

"Steve, maybe we could ease the tension with some beer," Nancy said.

"Great idea!" Steve exclaimed, snapping his fingers at her. "That's just. . .yeah!"

"If I had thought about it, I would have brought some weed," Jonathan said.

A few beers later. . .

Jonathan, Nancy, and Steve sat on top of the back of the couch, giggling madly.

"You're right, Steve. The living loom looks better from up here," Nancy giggled.

"Ha! Living loom! You said living loom! You're stupid," Steve said.

"You're stupid!" Nancy laughed.

"I'm stupid!" Jonathan yelled. "You forgot me!"

"I think our tents on is gone, Nance," Steve said.

"My tent is certainly gone," Jonathan said. "I don't think I ever had a tent."

"We can talk now! Stop hating each other!" Nancy scowled. "I want you both to be my wife."

"I want to be your wife," Steve said, nodding eagerly.

"Me too. We can both be Mrs. Wheeler," Jonathan said.

"No, no, no! I want you both to be in my wife!" Nancy yelled, shaking her head.

"Oh, damn, she has a wife, did you know?" Steve asked Jonathan with a gasp.

"No, and she wants us. . .in her?" He asked in confusion.

"I want you guys to be in my LIFE! It's wife but with an L," Nancy said, pouting and making a L with her hand.

"Ooooh!" Jonathan and Steve said in unison.

"I don't hate Jonathan. He's too pretty to be hated," Steve pouted.

"You're pretty," Jonathan cooed.

"Oh, stop," Steve said, blushing and slapping his chest.

"I'm pretty!" Nancy exclaimed and pouted. "You left me out."

She pushed them both off the back of the couch before falling next to them. Jonathan dove his hand underneath Steve’s head to prevent it from hitting the floor.

"You saved my head!" Steve gasped as he leaned over Jonathan.

"Too many coconuts," Jonathan sighed.

"My hero," Steve purred as he rubbed his chest.

He leaned down and captured Jonathan's lips with his. Jonathan reacted to the kiss immediately, sliding his his fingers into Steve’s hair and gasping into his mouth. Nancy gasped as she leaned on her elbow, watching the scene with heavily lidded eyes. She put her hand on Steve’s back, rubbing it gently.

"Oh my!" Nancy exclaimed. "You know, Jon, he likes it when I nibble on his lip. Yeah, just like that."

Nancy continued to rub Steve’s back, her hand going lower as he deepened the kiss with Jonathan. Suddenly, Steve broke the kiss and collapsed on Jonathan's chest, giggling.

"She's touching my butt!" Steve laughed.

"I touched his butt!" Nancy giggled as she laid her head on Jonathan's chest as well.

"Oh my God! You touched his butt!"

The next morning. . .

Steve and Nancy woke up before Jonathan. The three of them were all on the floor with Steve and Nancy's head resting on Jonathan's chest. Nancy reached across his stomach and grasped Steve’s hand.

"Hi," Nancy breathed.

"Hi," Steve croaked.

"How are you?" Nancy asked softly.

"My head is killing me," he groaned.

"Mine too," she said and paused. "I meant do you remember. . ."

". . .making out with Jonathan?" Steve asked. "Yeah, I do."

"How do you feel about that?" She asked.

"I don't know, I mean, I definitely liked it. Holy shit, he's a great kisser," Steve said.

"Yeah, he is," Nancy grinned.

"I guess it makes sense, though. I was always kind of jealous of him. His little waist, his mouth. . .yeah, no, I always thought he was pretty and kind. I judged him pretty harshly for a while. I guess I had my dad's voice living in my own head for such a long time that I just assumed that I hated him," Steve said. "But I really liked kissing him, and I don't want to ignore that part of myself anymore."

"I liked kissing you too," Jonathan spoke.

"Yeah?" Steve asked.

"Yeah. . .and I get the whole thing about your dad. I thought I hated you for a long time, too," Jonathan said.

"Hated how good I looked, maybe," Steve smirked.

"Shut the fuck up, man," Jonathan laughed.

"Make me."

Jonathan ducked his head down and kissed him, pulling Steve closer. He broke the kiss with a groan.

"That good, huh?" Steve asked.

"My head hurts, asshole," Jonathan said.

"So, I have to ask. . .what does this mean?" Nancy asked.

"You can have us both," Jonathan said.

"If you want," Steve said.

"I don't have to choose," Nancy sobbed against Jonathan's chest.

"Nancy?"

"I think I'm still a little drunk," Nancy mumbled.

Jonathan laughed and pressed a kiss to her head while Steve did the same as they both rubbed her back.

"Come on, Nancy, let's rehydrate," Jonathan chuckled.

A little while later. . .

Robin walked into Steve’s house without knocking and wandered into his kitchen, where she found the three of them talking. She paused.

"So, does them still being here mean that it went well or that it went badly?" Robin asked.

Steve looked at Nancy and Jonathan. They grinned before nodding.

"Well, Jonathan and I decided to be Nancy's wives," Steve smirked.

"Like sister wives?" Robin asked.

"I don't know, do sister wives sometimes kiss each other?" Steve asked.

"Oh my God!"

"Oh, Robin, I thought that you knew," he said seriously.

"No! Because you never told me!" Robin squawked.

"My name's Steve, not God."

"Nance, you're about to have one less wife!"

Nancy leaned heavily against Jonathan as they watched their boyfriend get chased around the kitchen island by his platonic soulmate. Finally, Robin jumped on his back, laughing triumphantly as she did so. Nancy knew they still had many things to talk about, but that could wait.

"Should we help him?" Jonathan asked.

"No."

"So, we're just going to watch him get beat up by Robin?"

"Yep."

"We're great partners."

"I thought so."