#qpr Stobin

[infinite-orangepeel]

god made them sisters bc their anxious attachment styles and mutual fear of abandonment couldn’t handle them as friends <3

[roanandthearc]

stobin as those tiny aliens from twitter

[devondespresso]

steve and robin casually taking on each other's interests like its nothing. Robin watching sports games and occasionally giving her best go at basketball (and having an absolute blast swimming laps) with steve. steve listening to robin play and trying new weird music with her and even fucking around with her trumpet when she'll allow it. they're not the best at their new interests but they just do it together anyway and have fun just engaging with their hobbies together

just stobin hanging out and joining in on the things the other loves. not really into it personally but its that hobby with the other that makes it fun

[wheatnoodle]

i love you, evangeline

og post | part 1 | part 2

evie didn’t sleep a wink that night. she stayed up, tossing and turning in her pink sheets until ultimately giving up and passing the time watching movies on her laptop.

the sun rises through her curtains and knowing robin has an early shift, she pulls herself out of bed and into the kitchen.

there’s french toast in a pan on their stovetop when the thoughts that had plagued her all night came back. she misses dustin somethin’ fierce. thinking about being able to sit with him and hear all about the years she’s missed not being there, of telling her everything my she’s always dreamed of telling him. all the things he had missed as well.

she wanted him there for every accomplishment they’d had out here. she wanted to open the letter with him when she got into college. she wanted to wake up after her confirmation surgeries to robin AND dustin waiting by her bedside (she at least had robin for those which she is eternally grateful for. everything evie has done since she left, she wanted dustin there with her.

robin comes stumbling in, all bed head and smudged mascara. she flops into a stool at their kitchen table, eyeing evie suspiciously as she places a plate in front of her, a mug of hot tea following soon after. evie sits next to her, her own plate and mug on the table.

“what’re you doing up?” robin asks through a yawn and picks up her mug.

“good morning to you too,” evie says and reaches out a hand to try and tuck some of the tangles of robin’s hair behind her ear. robin rolls her eyes and sighs heavily.

“good morning, dingus. why are up?” she smiles and sips her tea. evie’s poking at her french toast with her fork, her eyes down at the table rather than where robin’s are burning holes into the side of her head.

“i wanted to talk to you,” is what she decides on.

“about what?”

“…i wanna see dustin…when he comes to visit.”

robin’s brows shoot up under her bangs and she can’t stop the warm smile growing on her face. she’s been waiting years to hear those words. years she was more than happy to wait, but years nonetheless.

“i’ll let him know. maybe he can come over for dinner,” she rests her hand on evie’s knee and smiles at the little nod her friend gives. this is good for them.

~🌷🌻~

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[wrayofmoonshine]

me, someone who firmly believes that stobin have seen each other naked/showered together/picked out lingerie together/describe their sex lives to each other in extreme detail because they consider themselves the same person so it’s not at all weird to them, reading a fic where they’ll tell each other “ew! I don’t want to hear about your boobies/dick/sex life!”:

[byler-alarmist]

Does thinking about Stobin's friendship make you cry, or are you normal

[totally-not-fandom]

You've heard of QPR Steve and Robin, now get ready for...

🎉QPR Eddie and Chrissy🎉

[frothingatthemaw]

i am in love with steve harrington who is filled with so so so much love but was taught that love is (mostly) an inconvenience. steve who wants to tell robin he loves her but settles to the stuff he knows she's comfortable with. calling her robbie and babe. giving her rides to school. answering her calls, never missing one of them. kisses her cheek randomly and hugs her from behind to scare her. steve who hopes robin knows how much he loves her because everything he does is screaming that she's his person.

[steddie-heart]

How can someone write a Stranger Things fanfic without making Stobin platonic soulmates? It feels illegal.

[findafight]

Not me writing a prologue for a fic I'll maybe never write about Steve being on the Dream Team lmao. I saw a pro basketball player Steve post a while ago and couldn't stop thinking about it. Anyways-

At the end of March Madness in 1989, the scout for the Pacers has lunch with the head coach of a community college basketball team that somehow made it to the first round before being pulverized. They sit across from each other, the coach seemingly a bit overwhelmed but not outright surprised. That's good, it means Jerry, the scout, doesn't have to worry about him freaking out or babbling too much.

The team captain had caught his, and possibly others', eye. Good layups, a few three pointers, solid defence, and a helluva lot of potential add up to someone to keep an eye on, except they can't because the guy plays for a rinky-dink community college and only had one televised game. The only reason Jerry saw the kid is because the Roane County Community College Ospreys had put in a hell of a fight the past three seasons. Jerry wonders why the hell the kid hadn't been offered a scholarship somewhere...not Roane County. Doesn't matter though, because they're here now.

"so. You wanted to talk about Steve?" Says the coach, August Nearaly, a bit weary.

Jerry nods, sipping his coffee. "Yeah. Wanted to get a sense of him before I actually talked to him."

August sighs. "As a player or as a person?"

Raising his eyebrows. "Is he that different off the court?"

"no! No, not like how you probably think. Harrington's a sweet kid, but also incredibly...well, not weird, but. Peculiar? He's got quirks. Bit paranoid, but not in a conspiracy way. In a 'no one should walk home alone in the dark' or 'hey, where'd John go? He was right here and then I did a headcount and he's not?' kinda way. Y'know? Like, they're all adults, but he does headcounts and worries anyways."

"huh. Oookay?"

"it-- I'm not saying this to rag on him, to be clear. It just too a while to get used to. Honestly, it's been good for team building. Makes them think of each other not as individuals, but part of a unit that needs everyone healthy and whole to work."

"that's good. He's a team player."

"oh yeah. It's not surprising, really. He's from Hawkins." August says the name like Jerry should know what that means. It's a town, sure, but other than that... Jerry's at a loss. Maybe something a few years ago about a fire? "He has most assists in Osprey history. Some of the guys joke that he's allergic to the ball."

"He's good on the court?"

"Jerry. I know you're here because you saw the March Madness game. You know he's good. He'd be even better if he could afford those fancy prescription goggles Horace Grant wears."

"seriously? Why not contacts?"

"don't make them for his prescription. You didn't see his interview? Kid's got thick horn rimmed glasses. Too many concussions apparently. God knows how he tells players apart when the jersey colours are similar."

"shit. That's why he was squinting the whole time? I thought he was just stressed."

He shrugged. "eh. Probably a bit of both. He takes it seriously, but not too seriously. Y'know? Half the guys were shitting themselves from nerves and Harrington stands up in the locker room, hands on his hips, and gives a speech worthy of the most melodramatic underdog sports movie."

Jerry laughs. "No shit."

Waving his hands, August nods. "no shit! He says all this stuff like 'we worked hard...we deserve this...we may not win but let's do our damn best. The worst that could happen is we lose, and that isn't the end of the world. So let's go out there and play some basketball!' or something, his was better, and the boys cheer. Then they put in fifty points to one-thirty."

Jerry winces. "Must have hurt, huh?"

August grins. "No way. One of the best games they ever played. You saw it. You wouldn't be here if you hadn't. They played their goddamn hearts out." He leans forward. "My boys don't have the same facilities as the big universities, or the funding to offer scholarships. They're at Roane Community because they want a degree or certificate but have other responsibilities. Parents or siblings to stay close to, jobs to work, people to take care of. They joined my team because they like playing basketball, loved the game and wanted to spend some of their precious time playing it. They put the work in on the court and off it. And we made it to the NCAA tournament because of it. We put in fifty points against the goddamn Michigan Wolverines! The champs! And they knew that. I've never heard of a locker room after an 80 point defeat so happy."

"seriously?"

It's all pride when Coach Nearaly says "yep. They may not be the best basketball players in college, but my god, they're probably the best team."

"because of Harrington?"

"partly. They all contribute, make sure they do things right. It's not a one man show, that's the point. They rally around him, but they all are part of the team, and know it. That's what Steve makes sure. Why I made him captain."

"So, you think he'd be a good pick for the Pacers?" This is, after all, a business meeting.

August nods, picks at his pancakes. "I'll be honest with you Jerry. You're not the first scout to talk to me about Steve."

"really? Who?"

"you know I won't say. But, between me and you, Steve's Indiana born and bred. His wife's planning on getting some lib Arts degree in Chicago or Indy, and your offer might be the deciding factor for them."

Jerry blinks. "He's married? At, what? Twenty-one?"

August nods. "Just turned twenty-two. High school sweethearts or something. Obsessed with each other." He chuckled, a bit ruefully. "I'm a bit jaded but damn. You mention her name? He lights up like the fuckin Fourth of July."

Jerry whistles. "Honeymoon phase gets us all."

"for almost two years? Nah. It's just love." It sounds a little wistful, coming from August. "Anyways. I dunno if the other team is serious about him, and if they are, they'll probably be disappointed. Kid isn't moving out of the Midwest. He's got family here, and is getting a goddamn elementary education degree. He won't uproot his life for a chance at the NBA. But, if you offer. Well. He'd at least seriously consider it."

Humming, Jerry chews his eggs as he thinks. "You think he'd be up for the lifestyle? The road games out numbering home ones?"

There's an air of seriousness when August levels Jerry with a look. "If he doesn't want to, he'll tell you. You gotta give him time to talk to his family though. This offer? It'll come out of left field for him, even if I give him a heads up. You get that, yeah? You want to recruit a kindergarten teacher to the NBA without any build up. He needs time to process that and then see where the people in his life are at with it."

"I guess it is unusual."

"try being the community college basketball coach getting two goddamn calls from NBA scouts. Thought I was hallucinating."

Jerry laughs, counts some bills for the tip. "Thank you. For your time and insights. Let Steve know I'll call tomorrow?"

"will do. He'll still probably drob the phone on you, though."

"as long as he doesn't hang up!"

[qprstobin]

I think about life partners Steve and Robin adopting kids so often and I Know. I just KNOW that stobin would do the endless cycle of “go ask your mom” “go ask your dad” just to be so annoying. They think it is the funniest thing in the world. Their fifteen year old who just wants to see a movie with their friends does not.

Stobin would be the world's most EMBARRASSING parents. They have endlessly cyclical arguments, and will never, ever let go of a bit. They are the type that one starts a joke, the other continues it, and it just keeps on going, until their teenager wants to disown themselves post-haste (except not really because they love their parents). Bouncing off your thing, just like they'd send their kid in circles on purpose, they would also be constantly dropping wild lore about each other to one up the other. "Oh, your father won't let you go on a date at 16? Do you know how many people he had "dated" by 16?" "Well, at 16 your mother was in love with Kermit the Frog-" that kind of shit. They aren't conventional parents by any means, but there is! no shortage of love in that house!

[infinite-orangepeel]

[italiansteebie]

steve hummed as he rummaged around the kitchen, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "you're so pretty, stevie."

"hm? oh, thanks robbie."

"no, like. i really mean it. and, yknow if you wanted... i could do your makeup sometime..."

steve's head snapped up, eyes shining. he had only mentioned it in passing, but robin noticed, of course she did. "i, uh. that'd be... nice," he said nervously, smiling at his best friend.

it was quiet after that, as steve continued to do the dishes. "hey, robbie?"

"yeah, steve?"

"do you think, well, maybe-" steve sighed, shaking his head, "never mind."

"what? tell me," robin encouraged, moving closer to him."

"could you call me stevie? not- not just steve? like, all the time?" he whispered, ducking his head.

"of course, stevie," she beamed, "wanna steal your moms make up and do make overs?" she asked, trying to lift the somber mood, silently cheering when stevie looked up with a smiling, "yeah," they said, before running up the stairs to the make up cabinet.

[devondespresso]

when they move in together Robin doesn't even have to tell Steve she's on her period anymore, he just wakes up to her in the kitchen, wrapped in a blanket with a stuffed animal glued to her sternum trying to awkwardly make a milkshake one-handed without letting go of the plushie or the blanket or getting anything soft dirty (the counter, however, is fair game in these trying times)

[platonicsoulmatesforever]

No one:

Literally no one:

Stobin at 3 am for NO FUCKING REASON, completely off key and our of sync: I'm at the Pizza Hut, I'm at the Taco Bell, I'm at the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell *maniacal laughter*

[little-princes-things]

stobinnies i drew listening to maya; robbie chopped all her hair off