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smalltownrobin · 1 month
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At this point Steve doesn’t know Vickie broke up with her bf. he’s just proud of Robin being a homewrecker
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kidovna · 1 year
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Happy pride month to these dumdums!
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lavenderstobins · 1 month
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stranger tweets part 3
[part 1] [part 2] [part 4] [part 5] [part 5.5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9]
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livsmessydoodles · 3 months
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pining loser support group
inspired by this other piece of mine!
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m0nomercy · 5 months
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sapphics <33333333333333333333333
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bylertruth3r · 6 days
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happy pride month to the queer couples of st5
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hawkinsincorrect · 2 months
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Vickie: Would you consider yourself independent?
Robin: *looks at Steve*
Steve: *nods*
Robin: I would say so, yes.
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imactuallyreallycool · 2 months
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Hello every-pony lmao
Here’s some of my mlp x stranger things designs :)
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will80sbyers · 2 months
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yendts · 2 years
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spoilers for vol 2✌️
some stranger things characters but as cursed photos lol
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shares-a-vest · 4 months
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Prompt: Date Night (Discord Drabble)
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"Steve! I'm here– oh."
Eddie stops mid-stride, startled at the sight of Robin and Vickie all cozied up on the Harrington's couch, both chowing down popcorn like a pair of ravenous racoons.
"Steve!" Robin screeches in the direction of the kitchen, "Loverboy is here."
Vickie giggles as Robin shoves her hand back into a comically large plastic bowl the pair are barely keeping steady between them.
"Alright, alright!" Steve gripes, walking in from the kitchen and quickly shucking on his jacket. His frown quickly fades as spots Eddie, "Oh, hey man."
He smiles all cute and small – like the popcorn-inhaling duo on the couch isn't even there. Eddie rolls his eyes as the sound of the television grows louder and he only just catches Robin setting the remote back down.
"What is this?" Eddie says, pointing to the two on the couch.
"Date Night," Vickie informs.
Robin recoils and frowns, "Don't point at me, Munson!"
"Why are you here?" he retorts.
"Date Night!" the girls say in unison.
"It's our Date Night!" Eddie argues through gritted teeth.
He scrunches his nose.
But Steve merely shrugs and all but saunters towards him.
"They wanted to have a movie night," he explains, retrieving his keys from his back pocket and spinning them on his finger, "Besides, we're going out anyway."
"But what if – " Eddie begins but quickly shuts his mouth, clicking his jaw and bracing himself for...
"I'm sure Steve has a Rolodex of make-out spots around town for you to pick from," Robin chimes.
A piece of popcorn flies from her mouth and rolls down the blanket onto the floor. She goes wide-eyed, looking at the back of her best friend's perfectly coifed hair and scrambles to clean up.
"Exactly," Steve winks, none the wiser to Robin spilling the entire bowl of popcorn.
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thesapphicsoldier · 1 year
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Happy pride month to the canon homos 🏳️‍🌈
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Oh- did I put Mike there? Whoops, my bad 🤭
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wynnyfryd · 7 months
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Trailer park Steve AU part 24
part 1 | part 23 | ao3
cw: alcohol, throwing up, brief reference to canonical character death
"Oh, my god!" Robin barks, nearly throwing herself off-balance again with the force of her laugh. "This is too good, man. You truly cannot escape your babysitting duties."
"Can I help you?" Max seethes.
Help him? Help him? "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" She gestures to the guy she's holding onto, some fluffy-haired kid with a cut-off vest covered in safety pins that Steve sort of vaguely recognizes as one of Eddie's friends. Oh, shit. Is Eddie here finally? Has he seen him?
"Wait, where's Lucas?" Steve asks.
"Who cares?" she bites back.
The guy gives a nervous chuckle and loosens his grip on her waist. "Uh-h. Did you say babysitter?"
"He's not actually, Jesus. I'm fourteen; I don't need a babysitter. And he was just leaving, anyway, right?"
Her glare feels like a slap. Girl's got daggers in her eyes, holy shit. It's like she's hoping some of El's powers magically transferred to her; like she's picturing him flying ten feet into the air and landing with a splat on the far side of the concrete, and he doesn't need this. He did not come out tonight to be bullied by a teenager. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking—"
"—me to the punch bowl!" Robin interrupts, putting her hands on Steve's chest to stop him from grabbing Max and hauling her back to the car.
"Robin, what—?"
"Yep!" She shoves him hard, pushing him to the edge of the dance floor. "Silly me, just dying of thirst, ha ha. Okay, cool, see you both later!"
"What the hell was that?" Steve demands when they're safely on the far side of the pavilion.
"An intervention."
Oh, my god. May he never hear the word 'intervention' again in his life.
"Un-ruffle your Mother Hen feathers for two seconds and think, would you? One: it would look really, really, seriously weird for you to be seen dragging a dead jock's kid sister kicking and screaming to your car."
A dead jock’s kid sister. Jesus, tipsy Robin has no tact.
"Two: you said we were going to go out and have fun and get, and I quote, 'very drunk.' Take your babysitter hat off for one night. She's a high schooler, and this is a high school party."
"Yeah, I know," he sulks. Doesn't need the reminder that he's technically past the age limit.
"Okay, so then let her have fun! It's not like you weren't out drinking and smoking by her age."
'I'm always so right about everything. I'm, like, cosmically correct.' Goddammit. Steve needs another drink. "I just don't want her to do anything dumb and get hurt."
"She won't. We can just, like, keep an eye on her from a distance, right? Let her come to us if she needs anything."
"So we should just act like your parents?" Steve snorts.
"My parents are amazing, thank you!"
"Your mom offered me mushroom tea once."
"Like I said: amazing."
Steve huffs a laugh, flips his hair out of his eyes and snags a handful of tortilla chips. "Okay," he says around a crunchy bite, "so what's the third thing?"
"Third thing?" Robin asks. She’s not even looking at him anymore, her eyes eager and distracted as she scans the crowd.
"You're biting your lip weird, there's clearly a third thing."
She turns to him, and the smile springs free from its containment, spreading all over her flushed, ecstatic face. "Vickie just showed up."
Steve’s hammered.
Whoops.
Didn’t mean to do it; feels a little bad about it as he tips his head up to the sky and all the stars go raining in bright streaks across his vision. Reminds him of the ceiling at Starcourt, nauseous and spinning under a swirl of bright fluorescence. He hopes Rob’s flirting is going well.
He meant to get politely drunk.
A socially appropriate amount.
But then Robin ran off to flirt with Vickie, and Steve was doing his best to just lay low, steer clear of Max and maybe find a way to casually run into Eddie if he could find him, when he spotted the girl he went on that disaster of a date with instead and realized his options were either: stay there by the beer coolers while she came over with her new date and subjected him to the most painful small talk of his life, or retreat to the dark edges of the party with as much booze as he could carry, so.
He's slumped on top of a picnic bench downwind of the bonfire, bad ear ringing, belly full to bursting, trying to remember when one beer became… more than one beer.
Five?
Six, maybe?
Fuck.
“‘M gonna puke,” he confesses to the splintered wood beneath his feet; to the pine bough overhead, the smoky fire at his back.
“Wow,” someone says, an amused lilt to their tone, and Steve knows that voice, he—
Oh, no.
Ohhhh, no.
Now? Really?
Steve whips his head around, opens his mouth to ask ‘Eddie?’ and barfs all over his shoes.
part 25
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lavenderstobins · 1 month
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stranger tweets part 9
[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 5.5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]
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bylerworld · 6 days
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not gonna lie but it annoys me a little bit when people tend to forget that robin does have a love interest and it is not nancy or chrissy, but in fact it is a girl who means so much to robin AND who cares for robin as well. vickie no last name i GOT your back girl!
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