#with a capital p

[stevesbipanic]

For the lovely @withacapitalp happy birthday Liam hope you have the best day today!!!!

Steve had been pacing around the apartment all morning. Well, pacing wasn't really the right word, Eddie would describe it more like having the same zoomies their cat Toothpaste has at 3am.

You see today was–"It's Robin Day, Eds!" As his lovely boyfriend had practically screamed in his ear at 5am. "And it will still be Robin day when you return from your job at a normal waking hour, babe."

Eddie had hoped the jog would've gotten some of the energy out of Steve's system but he seemed more hyper on his return, at least he'd brought Eddie coffee.

"Love, Robin isn't even on the plane yet."

"I know, but it's today, Eds."

Steve looked so bright it made all of Eddie's sleepiness fade away. It had been hard, living away from Robin. They'd all shared an apartment when she went away for college but by the time she got a job in New York, Steve and Eddie were not only dating finally but settled into Chicago life.

They spoke every day of course, Robin and Steve never missed a nightly catch up of the day's events, Eddie didn't even know what they'd talk about once they were in the same state again. Eddie knew Robin would always be Steve's number one and he loved that about him.

There was one other thing about today though. "Sweetheart, you know it's not just Robin Day, right?"

Steve looked confused at his boyfriend, kind of like the way a puppy looks when you move his toy.

"What could be more important about today than that."

Eddie began humming a specific tune wrapping his arms around Steve's waist. "Oh, right, my birthday, 24 isn't exactly a big deal Eds," Steve said rolling his eyes.

Eddie laughed, "Your birthday is the reason Robin's coming, sunshine, plus after the number of times we've both almost died I think every birthday is a big deal."

Steve nodded his head and returned the embrace Eddie had been giving him, "True, you think you're gonna have a quarter life crisis in August, Mr 25?"

Eddie grinned, "Oh yeah, I think imma buy a guitar and start a band." Steve laughed, while Corroded Coffin never got famous they got relatively well known in the local scene, Tuesdays were now a regular gig at The Squire downtown.

"Four hours til she lands," Steve said kissing Eddie's cheek and running upstairs to make sure the guest room was ready for the tenth time. "Still not on the plane yet!" Eddie called up laughing.

Four and a half hours later their loving room was filled with laughter and joy once more. "And then the guy asked the flight attendant for another ginger ale and Steve this man was looking green and you know how I don't deal with sick people well I'm surprised I survived the flight at all," Robin rambled filling Steve in on her flight from hell.

"Honestly, you should just move back here, save yourself the flight," Steve joked. Robin glanced at Eddie, one little birthday surprise they hadn't told Steve yet.

"Actually, my contract is ending in two weeks, and um, they offered to extend it at...their Chicago office."

Steve was frozen, if Eddie didn't know better he'd think Vecna had returned from the dead to finish them off after all these years. Then the screaming started.

"YOU'RE MOVING BACK TO CHICAGO!"

"I'M MOVING BACK TO CHICAGO!"

Pretty soon everyday would be Robin Day and with his boy looking that happy Eddie wouldn't want it any other way.

#happy birthday liam!!!! #and hehe the brief return of toothpaste the cat #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stobin #with a capital p #ficlet

[inklessletter]

Congrats! I'm one of your new followers because that last piece is so dynamic! If I can throw in a request on possible images: How do you feel about trans woman Stevie Harrington? Growing her hair out and learning to braid it, discovering clothing that feels good, and learning how to feel comfortable in her own skin with people like Robin and Eddie by her side.

🌻🌻🌻

@bifuriouswaterbender

I have been thinking a lot about how to do this properly. And when I tell you that I've thought about this, I mean thoroughly. For a month. I wanted to do this right, as respectuflly as humanly possible.

This message hit me right in my core. I wanted to portray what this user asked me for, and that is not plainly a trans Stevie, no: what they asked for is a person that is learning to be comfortable in their own skin. A person surrounded by love and support.

And that's what I did.

I drew Stevie, this person that has found herself in the bravery soaking in her bones. A beautiful creature that has kept discovering things that makes her happy, like the colors she likes to dress, or how she wants to do her hair, or what accesories makes he feel good, like amethysts and moonstone. This is my portrayal of a person who looked for peace and found it, in herself and her surroundings.

So there they are, Stevie and her platonic love, Robin. Soaking in sunlight, the last rays of warmth from the summer that is welcoming the autumn. Just vibing. At peace.

Believe me when I say that I've done this with every bit of love I have in my heart. Trans community deserves more representation, more appreciation, and basically, everything good in this world.

#inklessletter #trust the process #stevie #robin #platonic stobin #fanart #stranger things #digital art #stobin fanart #platonic #with a capital P #trans stevie

[will80sbyers]

Saying gay love saves the world is fun and all, and yeah it will help 100%, but it's the same as Milvs saying El is going to defeat Vecna next season only because Mike told her he loves her now... that would be kinda questionable, at most it saves the singular person but to be honest until now it's platonic love that does most of the job for them all

#byler #I've done it too but let's not discount the importance of platonic #with a capital P #will byers #mike wheeler #el hopper byers

[spicysix]

all the small things

Steve had a bad day. All he had wanted was for his shift to finally be over so he could come home to her.

rating: G, no warnings word count: 1.2k author's note: happy birthday @stobinesque! i drafted a quick little stobin fluff in your honor, i hope you enjoy it!

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Steve had a lonely shift that day.

Sometimes he liked those, liked staying alone with his thoughts, liked being the only one available to help the costumers, liked that Keith had no other option but to rely on him – and so he could prove himself to be a good employee. Usually his lonely shifts were on busy days too, so he wouldn’t stop for a minute, and he liked the rush.

This one hadn’t been a good lonely day.

It had been a slow shift, the hours dragging by and no one to talk to. Keith kept himself locked inside his manager office – Steve was sure he wasn’t doing any actual work in there −, there were few costumers and even Eddie or the kids were too busy to stop by and spend some time with him. All he had wanted the whole day was for his shift to finally be over so he could come home to her.

He parked the bimmer in the garage and let out a sigh, resting his forehead on the steering wheel for a couple of minutes, breathing in and out. His head was starting to throb that uncomfortable pain that he knew would make his night miserable if he didn’t take care of himself soon enough.

Steve finally left the car and entered the house, walking a straight line to the kitchen. He couldn’t help but smile fondly when he saw a bowl standing in the counter, his favorite one – it was pink and had little hand-drawn bright yellow sunflowers, all crooked with uneven curves and finger marks. El made it and gave it to him as a gift on his last birthday.

There was a steamy fog dancing on top of it and as Steve approached the counter, leaving his bag on the floor near the stool, he saw it was his favorite soup – broccoli and peas, pumpkin seeds sprinkled and a basil leaf floating at the center. A spoon carefully placed next to the bowl, and Steve only went around the counter to wash his hands before diving into his meal.

The small radio near the window was on, tuned to Steve’s favorite relaxing station playing soft jazz. The kitchen still smelled good, as if the food had just been prepared, but all the dishes were cleaned and drying near the sink. The soup was warm and it heated him from the inside-out. He stared past the glass of his window as he ate, through his backyard illuminated by the blue glow of the pool, into the woods that housed crickets and cicadas singing along to the wind. His head felt lighter already.

He finished his soup and cleaned his bowl and spoon, leaving them to dry next to the pans and pots. Didn’t bother picking his bag from the floor, and turned off the lights and the radio as he walked towards the stairs.

In the little table that sat in front of the stairs, a bouquet neatly wrapped in newspapers and Steve’s smile grew as he picked it up and brought it closer to his face so he could smell it. Roses had his favorite fragrance. Sweet, homey, soft enough that it wouldn’t trigger him a migraine. They were pink ones, too. Steve loved the pink ones.

A little note on a yellow sticker read ‘Steeb :)’ and it made him chuckle.

He brought them along with him on his way to the bathroom upstairs. He had a vase under the sink that he filled with water before placing the flowers in it, and left them in the counter so he could look at them while he had a bath.

A bath that was practically prepared for him already.

Folded clothes on top of the closed toilet lid, a little transparent bag on top, that, as he opened, he found they carried a delicious mix of chamomile bath salts. He opened the bath tap, poured the salts and waited for it to fill as he got undressed. He dimmed the lights, leaving only the one on top of the mirror on, and relaxed into the hot water as the bubbles made his skin tickle in a nice way.

He scrubbed himself clean with a gentle loofah and played with the bubbles as if he was a kid. When he was clean and his muscles felt relaxed, he opened the drain, got up and dried, and then dressed. She had left him a soft and hideous mint green pair of sweatpants and an old black shirt that, from the demon drawing fading at the front, Steve knew she had stolen from Eddie. He inhaled the laundry softener smell from the fabric with his eyes closed, and exhaled slowly.

He brushed his teeth and didn’t care about his damp hair, put the used clothes in the bin they had for dirty laundry and gave the roses a final sniff before opening the bathroom door, the fog spreading to the hallway.

The door to his bedroom was slightly ajar, the light inside still on, and he opened it slowly and peeked inside. Robin was lying in the middle of his bed, tucked in the covers like a burrito, staring at the door. Steve smiled at the sight.

“Were you waiting for me?” he asked, and she blinked as if coming out of a trance.

“Yeah,” she answered.

Steve approached the bed and she scooted backwards to give him space to lie down next to her. He reached over her body to grab the extra blankets so he could cover himself, and kept his arm around her after he did it. She scooted closer again, her face on his neck and she took a deep breath.

“You smell of chamomile,” she said, and her lips on his skin made Steve giggle with the tickles it gave him.

“As if you didn’t know that already,” he teased and felt her smile. “Thank you for the little gifts.”

She only hummed in response, and Steve gripped her tighter against him.

Steve had a bad day. When he had a bad day, he liked being taken care of, he liked being pampered and spoiled. He never knew how to ask for it, always being the one taking care of others – and he loved that too, would never complain. But sometimes he wanted to be on the other side of things.

Robin had a bad day. It was why she took the day off and wasn’t there to be Steve’s company at his shift. And when she had a bad day, she liked to feel useful. She usually blasted music on the stereo and cleaned and organized her room, practiced the French Horn, or tried to learn something new. She wasn’t at her home though, having slept at Steve’s, and the minute he woke up to go to work alone she knew he’d have a bad day too. That’s how mind-melt they were. To feel useful, she prepared him a night routine for when he came home drained and exhausted as she knew he’d be. Dinner, bath, bought him his favorite flowers.

Steve never knew how to ask someone to take care of him, but with Robin he never had to. She understood him, and she liked taking care of him. It never had to be something big, otherworldly. The small things were good enough, were better than that. They were everything.

Steve turned around and turned off the nightstand lamp.

Robin cuddled further against him and he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

“See you tomorrow, Bobbin. I love you.”

“See you tomorrow, Steeb. I love you too.”

Steve closed his eyes.

He had a good night.

#stobin #platonic stobin #steve harrington & robin buckley #stobin fanfic #stobin fic #with a capital p #read 💙 #lui writes

[zaphodkilledthespeedforce]

Stobin lavender wedding where all their reception songs are tongue-in-cheek and You're My Best Friend by Queen is their fun first dance song since neither wanted it to feel too serious

#platonic stobin #with a capital p #to make it more sappy we can say robin showed steve this song in 85 and it ends up being his vecna song bc he loves her so much #theyre SOULMATES! #unadulterated platonic SOULMATES

[mymariahcarey]

@landofsonlali mentioned “i want a fic and/or art where steve and robin go through a series of jobs that all have terrible costumes. they have the scoops costumes, the elves, maybe they have to dress up as mascots for some fast food chain. i just want them to be forced into ridiculous costumes for all their jobs 😆” and I decided to run with this at 8am.

It’s a decade of different uniforms. Scoops and the family video vests were just the beginning. Steve and Robin worked at family video together until Robin went of to [insert big city] for college, Steve (and Eddie) in tow.

They work at a sandwich shop for a while, the hats an obnoxious caricature of a giant sub sandwich. Then a 50s diner which does wonders for Robin’s dating life, the attire suiting her extremely well as she leans into the more masc fashion of the era. (It’s also annoying does wonders for Steve and Eddie’s sex life, but she tried not to think about that). Then there was the Holiday season of 89 where they’d both taken second jobs as Mall Elves. (She still get quesey at the smell of peppermint. She’d had to switch toothpaste flavors after that one.)

After that it’s a rotating door of book store (another vest), hot dog shop (another hat added to the pile, and a very short stint as children entertainers (giant mascot costumes they’ve shoved into the front hall closet of their duplex).

But eventually she finishes school (and Steve does too) and they don’t get to work together anymore. There was a brief period of time when they wondered if to be ‘successful’ adults they’d need to also not live together.

After assurances from both Eddie and Nance (who Robin started dating around the time her and Steve were dressed as aforementioned furries) that no one was really all that interested in splitting up, she and Steve both relaxed. Because while they have their respective partners, their connection it far too deep to not be working together AND living together.

Eventually, around the late 90s they’ve saved up enough money to move into a bigger house, a house that lets them feel like they live together but gives them enough privacy that Robin doesn’t have to worry about walking in on something she’d rather *not* walk in on.

The uniforms sit in a hall closet alongside a bat and metal trash can lid with nails hammered through and an actual safe for Nancy’s fire arms, and a boom box preloaded and with very specific list of songs.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #scoops troop #Robin pov #platonic soulmates #with a capital p

[idiotcurls]

I’m writing a fanfiction that I sort of want to devide into seasons. Like a whole year of steddie or something. Theres going to be a wedding. Right now I have them celebrating new year’s at Joyce and Hopper’s, i got some angsty Mike, a overwhelmed Will. It’s really hard to get all of the characters into it, because there are just so many and I love them all. Nancy is a bit too drunk, Robin is trying to fix it and Steve is happy that that isnt his problem anymore, in a loving way. There’s also a little campfire involved. AND MUTUAL PINING! The idiots don’t see that theyre both in love with eachother. D’uuuhhh 

My favourite thing of this part is at dinner. Eddie is really happy to be included, but he has some sort of god’s fear of Hopper, still calls him Chief. Joyce is trying to give Eddie a third portion of Lasagna because he basically inhaled the first two plates.  Hopper goes “He is going to explode!” and Joyce goes “He’s a growing boy!”  But Hopper doesn’t have any of it. “That’s a grown man! I arrested him once!”

And then everyone just almost chokes on their food and Eddie wants to die. 

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #nancy x robin #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #mike x will #stobin platonically #with a capital P #ronance

[mike-wheeler-hater]

I’m - I’m sorry ?! 😧

#she’s gay ?? #like that’s literally what they are ? #friends !! #plantonic #with a capital p #platonic stobin #robin buckley #byler

[boobabietch]

Sometimes I truly forget that Steve had romantic feelings for Robin in s3

#platonic soulmates #with a capital p #robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things thoughts #scoops troop #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #lesbian #biseuxal #i love them your honor

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

Steve, texting Robin: We have leftovers

Robin: I'll be there in ten

Steve: You live fifteen minutes away...

#stranger things #platonic stobin #with a capital p #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic soulmates

[wntw-virtuemoir-edition]

Why the heck does Deloitte consult on safe sport principles?

i’d say that they should stay in their lane and stick to corporate business shit, but their website makes them seem like such a vague company capable of dreaming big and being good at everything the light touches:

idt there is more of a tessa virtue-esque company than deloitte🙃

#Purpose #with a capital P

[idkimtiredanddumb]

all I want is someone to be the himbo bisexual disaster mom Steve to my mean lesbian robin Is That Too Much To Ask

#I dont think its too much to ask #and I love them so much #they are so perfect #they are The Duo #they are the moment #and they know it #aghhhhhhhhh #theyre just #so perfect #I WANT THAT #literal soulmates #platonically #with a capital p #I enjoy capitalising things #steve harrington #steve harrington is bisexual #steve is a mom #steve is the best character #along with robin #robin buckley #I am in love with robin #but I also kinda am robin #I think our moms would get along #steve and robin #robin and steve #stranger things #stranger things robin and steve

[yourelosingains]

YESSSSSSSSSSSSS 🍨💅👏

#maya hawke #joe keery #stobin #platonic stobin #with a capital p #robin buckley #steve harrington #steve the hair harrington #stranger things

[flyingtornado]

Why do I picture Percy and Piper as Steve and Robin??🤨🤨

#I mean Steve and Percy are most probably bisexual and Robin and Piper are the raging lesbians #they’re all gay #they’re chaotic besties #platonic soulmates #with a capital p #percy jackson #percy pjo #pjo #piper mclean #piper pjo #stranger things

[spicysix]

🏏 - Stobin besties headcanons! I love hearing people's thoughts on them

steve truly, actively, honest to god tries to teach robin how to drive. he does his best, he swears. robin, however, is the single most uncoordinated person in the world. get that and smack it with her crippling anxiety, and she cannot do a single thing behind a steering wheel, ever, without sweating and trembling and almost shitting her pants. they both decide she'll be better off as a forever passenger princess. steve doesn't mind, at all

they're obsessed with eurovision. watch it every year, keep up with their favorite contestants, know every single rule by heart

they also really really love golden girls. and seinfield.

(they also, eventually, get really obsessed with sex & the city, dawson's creek, gilmore girls and one three hill)

steve definitely takes Robin to her first gay club in Indy. if he has an awakening of his own there, that's for you to decide. but he deffo takes robin

just like joe keery said in that interview, i fully believe steve calls robin 'bobin' and tries to gaslight people into thinking that it's her real full name. argyle actually buys it and only figures it out like months later

they are each other's first roommates once they leave their parents' houses, obviously. but once they get together with their respective partners, they're still inseparable because they rent/buy apartments/houses right next to each other and become neighbors

steve lets robin practice makeup and nail art on him, and once he starts liking it, robin lets steve practice makeup and nail art on her

that's a given but they borrow each other clothes all the time. and not just like sweaters and jackets, but steve's first really short jeans shorts are ones he stole from robin. so is his first skirt. so is his first dress (if stevie gets really gender euphoric on the sleepover nights she invades robin's wardrobe and pretends to be a model and catwalks all over, well that's her own secret. anyway genderqueer steve my beloved)

#with a capital p #stobin headcanons #platonic stobin headcanons #lui answers #steviesnailbat #moots ♡ #lui's strange celebration #lsc 🏏

[sunflowerharrington]

bit late (very late, it’s 1am, whoopsies) but anyways

happy international gurlfriend day to my wife @eddiemunsonssslut i love you so much babes!!

GO FOLLOW HER AND SHOWER HER WITH THE LOVE SHE DESERVES OR ELSE!!

follow her

foooooollllooooowwwwww hheeeeeeerrrr

please

for me?

thank you 💕

#bee’s sweetest moots 💕💕💕 #happy gf day! #girlfriend day #but like platonically #with a capital p #my wife ❤️ #bee rambles