Shared Trauma

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/20049184.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Relationship: Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington
Character: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington
Additional Tags: Friendship, Best Friends, Trauma, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington
Friendship, Families of Choice, Fluff and Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress
Disorder - PTSD, Fluff, Exhaustion
Series: Part 5 of Steve and Robin Takin Ass and Kickin Names (Tales of a
Legendary Bromance)
Stats: Published: 2019-08-02 Completed: 2022-06-08 Chapters: 3/3 Words:
4779

Shared Trauma
by BrianSellasTrumpet

Summary

Steve and Robin were normal teenagers slinging ice cream in a mall, just trying to get some
cash from a summer job. Or, at least Robin was. Steve had been through this bullshit
before. Monsters, alternate dimensions, a fourteen year old girl with superpowers. He had
already learned how to cope. This was all new to Robin, and she had no idea what to think.

Notes

heyo im bAck.

when i started this series i meant for it to be a collection of short stories with steve and rob
just bein friends and doin teenage junk. however, there are so many possibilities for whump
and angst that i have to write them when they come to mind

anyway there will be more fluff and garbage later on!! idk how many parts this series will
have. tbh ill probably just keep going until i a) get bored which isnt likely, or b) i really truly
do run out of ideas which also isnt likely. im saying this series doesnt die until i die

See the end of the work for more notes

 Chapter 1

Steve and Robin held the door as long as they could. Just long enough for Dustin and Erica to get
away. Then they gave out. The soldiers grabbed them, pulling them in opposite directions. Robin
screamed Steve's name. She was later tossed to the floor in a small room. Steve was already there,
lying on the floor. Her co-worker, no her friend, was sprawled on the concrete and Robin prayed to
any god that might be listening that he was alive. She couldn't do this alone. His face was bloody
and his eye was swollen, but he appeared to be breathing. She feigned confidence as she hissed at
the soldiers.

"What did you do to him?" It came out more like a scream. "Don't touch him," she growled when
they got too close.

Then they were hiding. The quick transition startled Robin as they were suddenly in Starcourt
Mall, hiding behind a counter. The soldiers had guns now. Big guns that could shoot and kill with
precision. She was going to die. These two kids they had with them, fourteen and ten, she herself at
seventeen, the summer before her senior year of high school. Steve, at nineteen, looking for
colleges. All four of them, their entire lives ahead of them. And they were going to die. And no one
would ever know what happened to them.

Robin gasped and jerked awake before being jostled to the right.

"Holy shit, Rob," Steve said to the left of her. "Don't do that. You scared the hell outta me. I almost
swerved off the road," he said laughing a little. Robin's eyes focused. She was in a passenger seat
of a car. Steve's car. He was driving. She still felt a little dizzy. "Hey. Are... you okay?" Steve
asked sparing a glance at her.

"Um, yeah. Yeah I'm fine," she sighed. "Sorry, I'm just. Tired," she huffed. Steve sighed. She'd
been tired a lot. He was wondering if she was actually sleeping at night. But it's not like Robin
would just come out and tell Steve what was wrong. She seemed fine, aside from occasionally
falling very quiet and it was odd how often she seemed to be falling asleep. He didn't know what to
say to her.

After the Russian device was destroyed and that monster, the Mind Flayer the others had called it,
was dead and gone, Robin had been reluctant to go back to normal. It was probably a week before
she was able to talk to Steve normally again. She hadn't thought there was anything wrong, and she
just needed to sort through her thoughts on the events. And Steve had been more than willing to
give her space. He was the most supportive person she'd had.

But after that week of feeling numb and "just needing to think", she started feeling scared. She
never really had nightmares as a kid. Sure she'd had surreal dreams that made her uncomfortable,
but never had she had dreams like this. She would wake up in a cold sweat, sometimes screaming,
sometimes nauseous, sometimes both. Many of the dreams were just memories of what had
happened. Steve lying unconscious on the floor, a girl with a parasite in her leg, a large fleshy
monster chasing their car. But sometimes her imagination stretched. The fears she'd had in the
near-death moments came back vividly. She dreamt that the monster attacked her, that it reached
their car and destroyed it, killing all of them. And the worst ones were where Steve died. Ones
where Dustin and Erica didn't make it in time, or they'd been caught too. Where she saw the life
drain out of Steve and the kids and she couldn't do anything but watch.

"Are you sure? You look a little pale," he said taking his eyes of the road once again to look at her.
"You're not gonna hurl on my dashboard, are you?" he asked, trying to make a light joke. Robin
sighed.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she repeated. She wasn't really fine. She actually was a little nauseous, but it
would fade. And she was a little dazed too. That was the thing about these nightmares. She would
doze off in the middle of the afternoon and wake up confused, not knowing where she was or how
she'd gotten there. It'd been nearly a month of this bullshit. But she was fine. She just needed to get
her head on straight. She would get there. Eventually.

"Are you sure, Robin? I can pull over for a minu-"

"Steve, I said I was fine," she snapped, a little more aggressively than she'd intended to. "Please just
drive. I have a headache," she sighed, her tone softening. Steve's expression softened as well, and
he nodded silently, sparing one last glance at Robin before turning back to the road. She took the
moment to assess the situation. She had to think about it. It was Wednesday, August 7th, the third
day of the school year. Steve had picked her up from school so she wouldn't have to walk home or
take the bus. She was alive and well, as was Steve. Things were back to normal, back to the
mundane routine of Hawkins Indiana. She collected herself, taking a few more deep breaths. She
was safe, Steve was safe, the kids were safe. They were just bad memories and bad dreams. She
knew that's all they were, but they scared the hell out of her, despite knowing how irrational she
was being.

Steve pulled his car into the driveway in front of his house, putting it into park. He looked at Robin
and was relieved to see the color returning to her face. He hadn't been lying before. Her face had
been awfully drained and she looked sick. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her look that way,
however. After the events on July fourth, she'd taken a little time to herself. When she came to, he
noticed she would doze off frequently, sweat in her sleep, become pale and anxious at random. At
first he thought she was coming down with something. But it continued. It was like she was afraid.
She always seemed tired, like she wasn't sleeping at night. Her anxiety had been through the roof,
and despite her constant reassurances that she was fine, he could see the way her hands would
fidget and how her leg bounced. She seemed to be in constant motion, and that alone stressed Steve
out.

Robin was the calmest person he'd ever met. She was excitable yes, but she never really made a
scene about anything and she could handle most stressful situations with alarming ease. He didn't
want to think about it, but in the back of his mind were the thoughts about the fourth of July. Had
Robin really been that afraid? Was she still afraid? He didn't know, because Robin refused to tell
him.

An hour into sitting around in Steve's kitchen, Robin put her head on the table and groaned loudly.
Steve laughed.

"Bored already?" He asked from where he stood at the counter across the room.

"No. AP calc is just stupid," she whined. "I honestly don't even know how I got into this class."
Steve just shrugged.

"Rob, you're really smart," he said, looking at her. "There's a reason they put you in that class."

"Not really. I suck at math. I'm like... people smart, if that makes sense. Things like language and
history and I do well in, but I've always sucked ass in math," she sighed, pushing the papers across
the table. Steve rolled his eyes and laughed.

Steve watched as Robin struggled with her school work. At first it was amusing to see her become
irritated with it. He knew she was just stuck in her own head. She was more than smart enough to
figure it out, but she was so caught up in the fact that she couldn't understand at first glance that it
frustrated her. But then he started getting concerned when she turned anxious and snappy. She
went from being the completely normal and a little snarky Robin from before, to being irritable and
kind of mean. Steve didn't like it. Partially because he didn't really enjoy being snapped at for
saying something harmless, but also because he knew it was because she was burning herself out.

She was pacing. Fucking pacing around the kitchen. Her breathing had quickened and her face
became pale again. This wasn't normal. It truly was very unlike Robin to get so worked up over
something like this.

"Robin?" he asked gently. "Are you okay?" She mumbled an affirmation, but Steve didn't buy it.
"Seriously. Are you okay?" He asked again, taking on an authoritative tone. She whipped around to
face him, the sudden motion making her dizzy. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but her eyes
rolled to the back of her head and she fell, hitting her head on the tile floor. "Shit!" Steve yelled,
stepping towards her. "Shit, shit." He shook her shoulder, but she didn't respond. Her breathing was
still quick and shallow, and she was obviously unconscious.

"Robin? Robin!"
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

im baAckk

while i was away i got the opportunity to think about where i wanted this fic to go, but
this chapter is a little shorter than the last though, so im sorry for that

im sorry for not updating for literally like two weeks oof

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Steve knelt next to Robin's unconscious form on the floor of his kitchen. What was he supposed to
do? He felt around her face and he patted her cheek to see if she would stir. She remained
unresponsive and her skin was sticky with sweat. Should he call 911? She did hit her head pretty
hard and he couldn't figure out why she'd fainted. Lack of food, lack of sleep or water, perhaps.
Should he keep trying to wake her up or let her wake up on her own? He had no clue.

He knelt there for probably forty-five seconds before he heard her groan. He looked down at her,
and she began to blink her eyes open.

"Holy shit, Rob," he sighed shakily. "Don't scare me like that."

"What the hell happened?" she asked, sitting up.

"Whoa, whoa, careful," he said, putting a hand on her chest to keep her from sitting up too quickly.
"You passed out. You were freaking out over your homework and then you just fainted." Robin
nodded as if remembering. "How do you feel?" Robin shrugged.

"I'm fine, Steve," she said, reaching up to comb a hand through her hair. Steve laughed nervously
in response. Robin grabbed onto the tabletop and began pulling herself up, but didn't make it far
before she became too dizzy and lost her grip.

"Hey, stop, you'll faint again," he said grabbing onto her. She took a deep breath and closed her
eyes. "Answer me honestly. How do you feel? And don't tell me you're fine, because if you were
fine you wouldn't have fainted." Robin rolled her eyes.

"I'm just tired," she said quietly. And she did look tired. She had circles under her eyes and her
body looked like it would give in under any weight placed upon it. But Steve knew she was more
than just tired. She was still sweaty and pale and he was just realizing now how sunken in her face
looked, as if she hadn't been eating well. Steve bit his lip and shook his head. He couldn't pinpoint
why, but Robin just didn't look well.

"Are you sick or something?" he asked, reaching up to feel her forehead.

"No," she snapped, smacking his hand away. "I'm fine. Just a little stressed," she sighed dropping
her face in between her knees. Steve looked her over. Her body looked extremely small curled up
on the kitchen floor.

"Stressed? About?" He prompted.

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm fine," she mumbled from between her knees. Steve huffed. Robin
picked her head up and looked at him pleadingly. "Please trust me, Steve. I am fine." He looked
her in the eyes. She looked like she was utterly exhausted and beaten up, but determined
nonetheless. He sighed

"Yeah, okay. I trust you," he said, lying through his teeth. Robin bit her lip and nodded. Steve
grabbed her hand and gently pulled her up so she could sit in a chair. "Are you hungry?" he asked
changing the topic. "I can't really cook much, but I know how to make mac and cheese from a
box."

"Correction. You know how to read the instructions on the box," Robin replied, the corner of her
lips turning up. Steve made a face at her and turned away.

After about twenty minutes of, much to Robin's surprise, relatively controlled cooking, there was a
pot of mac and cheese ready on the counter. Steve scooped two generously sized bowls for them
and brought them to the table. They'd decided to take a break from doing work for the time being
and were just sitting and talking at the kitchen table. Robin still seemed off. While color had
returned to her face, she was lacking her usual attitude, leaving Steve to do most of the talking. She
just seemed to be tired and out of it. Steve thought that maybe it was just the first week of school
taking a toll on her, but something else was definitely up. She wasn't eating either. She picked at
the bowl as they talked, her leg bouncing under the table.

Eventually, Robin insisted that she go back to doing her homework. Steve reluctantly cleaned the
kitchen and let her work. At one point they migrated to the living room and sat on the couch. Robin
sat and stared at her work, her mind wandering to everything but the work in front of her. Her eyes
hurt. Steve offered her coffee and she gratefully accepted it, looking for anything to keep her
awake. It hardly worked.Without permission, her body began to feel heavier than it had been, and
before she was aware of it, she was falling asleep.

Steve looked at her, slumped on the arm of the couch. He went to stand up, but the movement
startled her awake, and she accidentally smacked her coffee onto the couch and herself.

"Shit!" She yelped, from being startled, as well as the coffee that was everywhere and burning her.
Steve stared, his mind blanking. "Go get some towels, dingus!" She yelled, completely ignoring
the fact that she was the one that spilled it on his carpet. Steve left and came running back with
damp towels for both Robin and the couch. He handed on to her before frantically starting to dab at
the cushions.

"Fuck, fuck, my mom's gonna murder me..." he hissed as he tried to get the stain out. Robin pulled
her eyes away from her own shirt to look at Steve.

"Shit, Steve, I'm so sorry," she said, guilt dripping from her words.

"It's fine," Steve huffed, still working at the spill. Robin bit her lip.

"Let me help," she mumbled, kneeling on the floor next to Steve. Was he mad at her? She was
pretty sure he was mad at her. She felt something catch in her throat and her eyes felt hot and
watery.

"I can handle a little spill," Steve laughed dryly, not pulling his eyes away.

"Yeah, yeah, okay," she said, standing to head to the kitchen to finish cleaning herself up.

About five minutes had passed before Steve walked back into the kitchen, a proud smile on his
 face.

"I got most of the coffee out I thin- holy shit, Robin what"s wrong?" He asked rushing to where she
sat at the kitchen table. She looked at him, her blue eyes bright with hot tears.

"I... I don't know," she mumbled. "I don't feel right." Her voice shook dangerously.

"What does that mean?" Steve asked, brushing hair out of her face with one hand and putting a
strong grasp on her shoulder with the other.

"I don't know. It's just wrong. I'm tired and the lights are too bright and I can't breathe, and Steve,
I'm scared. I'm fucking scared."

Chapter End Notes

and y'all thought chapter two was gonna be the end

lol you thought wrong

anyway sorry again for taking so long. after getting back from vacation i was really
tired and was having troubke getting back into the groove of writing. But we're back
now!!
 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes

heyyyy. how y’all doin.

so. three years. haha. my bad. didn’t. did not mean to do that.

this is the longest chapter! almost as long as the first two chapters combined!!! very
fitting for the content, and also my absence ! obviously it’s been a rly long time, and
my writing has matured as i’ve gotten older. i hope that doesn’t ruin the flow :]

anyway here is the anticipated and Very overdue third (and final) chapter of Shared
Trauma.

CW: panic attack

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Steve stared at Robin, his mind blank. Her eyes glistened and her breathing was ragged as she tried
to compose herself. She was subconsciously wringing her hands and was on the verge of
hyperventilating. Steve wrapped his arms around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her, but all
she did was squirm out of his grasp.

"Please don't," she breathed. “I really… I just can’t handle that right now.”

Robin looked at Steve, around him, down, everywhere. She couldn’t focus her gaze on any one
thing. She felt hot and sticky and she was starting to feel incredibly lightheaded again.

An unbridled sense of fear gripped her stomach and her chest, leaving her feeling weak and dizzy,
and always short of breath. It was like having the wind knocked out of her repeatedly. Heavy
breathing had started to leave her throat dry and ragged, only worsening the panic. She swayed on
her feet, starting to lose strength and balance.

“Robin…” Steve said tentatively. Her eyes were moving wildly, and her face was paler than he’d
ever seen it. He resisted the urge to reach out and put a hand on her shoulder. However, he put his
hands out just slightly in case he needed to catch her. “What’s going on? You’re not gonna pass out
on me again, are you?” After a moment, Robin responded with a vague shake of her head. One that
Steve probably wouldn’t have even noticed if he wasn’t looking for it. “Good, good.”

She seemed to be calmer when Steve spoke. He had no idea what was happening, but maybe the
best way out of this, was to talk her through it. Or at least try to make sense of it.

“What’s happening, bud?” He asked, trying his hardest to keep his voice calm and even. Robin
blinked, and her eye movements seemed to slow and begin to focus. She swallowed thickly before
opening her mouth to speak.

“Everything just… Steve- what happened to us?” She asked, voice hardly above a whisper.

“What? What do you mean?” Steve asked, somehow more confused.

“At Starcourt.” Robin stopped and took a shaky breath. It was becoming harder to breathe and
focus again, her brain fully in flight mode. “With the kids. In the basement. With the monster.”
Her statements were short, as if she had no brain power to form real sentences in her mind. She
spoke as if she were drowning, trying to catch her breath before bobbing back underneath the
surface a choppy ocean. “We almost died. The kids.”

Realization struck Steve like an eighteen-wheeler without breaks. Robin had been through
something that made no sense to her. She couldn’t talk to anyone about it, and she had never talked
through it with Steve. Or any of the kids, as far as he was aware. She had tried to process it on her
own. And when she couldn’t do that, she sat with it and suffered on her own.

At that moment, Steve realized he’d been holding his breath.

“Jesus, Rob,” he sighed, still panicking himself. “It’s fine now. You gotta calm down,” he said,
pleadingly. Robin shook her head. “Breathe, Robin.”

“No… Steve I-“ She choked on her words. She swallowed.

“Robin.” Steve said before she could speak again. “We’re okay. You’re fine. I’m right here, okay?
Breathe.” The girl seemed to come slightly out of her daze, and she was able to look at Steve’s
face. “You know where we are, right?” He asked. Robin nodded, her breath steadying.

“Y-“ she cleared her throat. “Yeah. We’re at your house.” A relieved smile started to break out on
Steve’s face.

“Yes! Good, okay good. Stay with me, yeah? Deep breaths.” Robin nodded slightly, inhaling and
closing her eyes. Steve’s shoulders began to relax at the same time Robin’s did. The tension was
finally dissipating.

After a few moments, Robin opened her eyes again. They were glassy and her eyelashes were wet.
Her face contorted, and the next thing to come out of her mouth was a choked sob. Before Steve
could get a word out, Robin stepped over to him and buried her face in his shoulder, wrapping her
arms around him.

Though surprised, Steve was relieved to have any emotion from Robin other than panic. After a
moment of stunned paralysis, Steve returned the hug. After a moment, the two slid to the floor,
sitting next to each other.

———————————————————————————

By the time Robin had calmed down, it was getting rather dark outside. She inhaled roughly and
rubbed at her swollen eyes and cheeks. Neither her nor Steve had said anything in a while, and
Robin was surprised to hear her own voice when she spoke.

“I’m sorry,” she said, voice hoarse and weak. Steve seemed surprised as well.

“Sorry?” He asked. “Sorry for what, Rob?” He looked down at her, but was met with the top of her
head as she looked down at the floor picking at her fingernails.

“I don’t know. Losing my shit? Acting fucking psychotic?”

“Woah, woah, hey, dude. That’s not what happened. At all,” Steve countered, laughing just a little
bit. Robin looked up just slightly. “Okay, well. Maybe you lost your shit a little bit. But definitely
not psychotic,” he continued, the corners of his lips turning up just a little. He noticed Robin’s do
the same. “You know who was psychotic though? Fuckin’ Lindsay Martin.” Robin scoffed. “No
I’m so serious, dude. It was an insane three weeks.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard that one,” Robin said, though it sounded more like a sigh than a sentence
with words. “You’ll have to tell me.” Steve laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, for sure.”

The two sat in silence for another moment.

“Do… do you- I dunno. Wanna talk about… tonight?” Robin sucked in a sharp breath, and Steve
worried that he’d done the wrong thing. However, Robin let out the breath slowly and calmly, and
Steve watched as her shoulders relaxed and fell with the release.

“I feel like I’m going crazy.” She whispered. “I can’t eat, I don’t sleep at night. I’m always on
edge.” Her breath hitched, as if she were going to start crying again. “Steve. What happened to us
was really fucked up. Right?” She asked, almost pleading. “Please tell me I’m not the only one, out
of all of us who— who all witnessed the same shit— that has no goddamn clue what to think.”
Steve shook his head.

“No, no absolutely not. What happened was fucked up, Robin. Beyond fucked up, even. Trust
me,” Steve said, doing his best to reassure her. He was the first to admit that he wasn’t any good at
this kind of thing, but Robin seemed to believe him. She nodded slowly.

“Why can’t I process this? Everyone else did. Why is it only me?” Steve combed his hand through
his hair, letting out a deep breath.

“To be completely honest with you, Rob. It isn’t just you.” She looked up again. “If it makes any
difference, I’ve woken up in a cold sweat thinking about… the monsters. Us in that basement.
Hell, I have nightmares about killing monsters with a baseball bat.” There was a moment of
silence. “Y’know I think… I think I still have that bat.” Robin snorted.

Another moment of silence.

“Robin. You’re not the only one struggling to deal with this.” Robin sniffed softly, rubbing the heel
of her hand on her eye. “You don’t have to tell me the details. But whatever it is. Trust me when I
say I fully understand.” Steve heard her take in a deep breath.

“The anxiety makes it hard to eat,” Robin began. “I can hardly stand being alone. It’s like I can
always see something out of the corner of my eye. Waiting for me to let my guard down.” Steve
nodded, listening. The two were now sitting directly across from each other, legs crossed on the
kitchen floor. “The nightmares though. That’s… those are the worst. They’re usually just
memories, but… whatever. It’s ridiculous,” Robin said, cutting herself off before dumping
everything onto her friend.

“No, Robin, it’s not,” Steve said, using the same tone he often used with the kids when they tried
pulling bullshit on him. “If it was stupid, I would tell you, so you don’t have to worry about that,”
he said, nudging her knee a little bit with his. “Plus, if it’s really stressing you out, which I can see
it is, it’s not stupid.” Robin made a noise of frustration and buried her face in her hands. “Hey, you
don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” Steve repeated. Robin made another noise.

“No, because I want to tell you. I want to tell you so badly. I just— I have no idea how.” Steve
nodded again, trying to give her a moment of quiet to think. He heard her inhale deeply, and make
a noise of thought. “Do you ever have those dreams about, like, things that happened when you
were a kid? But of course because they’re dreams, they’re just, like, kinda messed up?” She asked.
“Yeah,” Steve replied, thinking. “Yeah, I know what you mean.” Robin nodded.

“So, it’s like those. Except, these are about what happened last month.” She paused, composing
herself again. “And… and they’re sometimes… violent. More violent than what actually happened.
Things go wrong that didn’t, more people die. And it feels so real. Sometimes so real that— that
when I wake up, just for a second, I think that we lost one of the kids, or—“ Robin started choking.
“Or that I lost… you.” Robin inhaled sharply through her nose, reaching up to swipe tears away
from her eyes again. “And I know that it’s ridiculous, because here you are, but. I’m never sure
anymore.”

Something in Steve sank to the floor. Listening to Robin describe these nightmares, and the fear in
her voice. It felt almost like a memory, the way she felt. Not to mention he hardly ever saw Robin
cry. He took a deep breath.

“I know exactly what you mean,” he said solemnly. Robin looked up at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, laughing dryly.

“Do they ever stop?” Robin asked, hopefully. Steve pursed his lips, unsure of how to answer.

“No, not really.” Robin but her lip. “But, they become less frequent. They become less… visceral.
More tolerable. Less real.”

“Visceral?” Robin repeated. “Since when do you know what that means?”

“I read!” Steve yelled. He was met with a scoff. “Okay, it was a ‘fun fact’ on the back of a cereal
box.” Robin started laughing. “To be fair, I never said what I read.” The laughter continued.

“Jesus Christ, Steve.” Robin said through cackling. “I mean, I knew you were kind of an idiot, but
seriously?” Steve gasped, feigning offense.

“Hey, I graduated, didn’t I? That’s more than you can say!” Robin burst out laughing again.

“Yeah, because my parents made their mistake one year later!” Steve’s mouth fell open.

“Wowww. Just wow, Rob. You are just… Wow.” Robin covered her mouth to contain her
laughter. Steve tried to hold in his own, but failed after a couple of seconds. The laughter lasted
another minute before it died down, and the pair was quiet again.

“Are we crazy? Like, truly batshit insane?” Robin asked after a moment.

“Us? Yeah, probably,” Steve replied. Robin reached over and pushed his shoulder. He laughed.
“But after everything, don’t you think we deserve it? To be just a little bit psycho?” Robin
hummed a little in thought.

“I guess so. I wish being crazy was easier.”

“Mhm,” Steve hummed in agreement. After another second, he started to stand, and offered Robin
a hand to stand with him. “You spending the night or what?” He asked. Robin stared at him as she
stood. Steve snapped his finger at her. “Need me to say it slower?” Robin huffed.

“No, I just. I don’t know, didn’t think that was an option.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Of course it’s an option. Plus, after tonight’s events, I don’t think I’d feel comfortable dumping
 you to be alone at your place,” he said, crossing his over his chest. Robin sighed.

“Okay, fine, I’ll stay,” she said, rubbing her forehead with her hand. Steve pumped his fists.

“And you’re eating breakfast tomorrow!” He called, as he walked towards his room to find her
something to sleep in.

“Dude, what?” Robin yelled after him. “You don’t even eat breakfast!”

“I don’t wanna hear it! You look like shit, you’re eating before school!” Robin groaned in
annoyance, but had a smile on her face anyway.

Chapter End Notes

HI!

not even gonna lie when i started this chapter i could not wait to be done. i love this
story, but given the time gap, i had lost my original intention for it and was running on
absolutely zero plan lmfaooo. super weird to write, but glad it reached completion :]

does this mean i’m back? i’m not sure. i’m not sure what i would write. maybe i would
keep writing for st, if anyone has any ideas. especially ways to carry on this very series
about steve n rob :]]]

thank u guys i hope u enjoyed reading !

End Notes

guys i did research. i made sure that indiana schools started class in august bc im just that
extra. and i used a calendar from 1985 to make sure wednesday august 7th was a real date
=)

okay so. i will be on vacation (therefore away from my laptop) from saturday august third,
to august tenth. i will be active here, so comments and such are definitely welcome, but i
will not be writing anything until i get back home. there's a slight chance ill get bored and
write in the car, but i doubt it because i hate writing on my phone.

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