i have actually been working on these besties on and off for so long and I think i'm finally happy with this

robin only calls steve. never at a specific time, but always way too late in the night to be something she planned. 2:34, 1:17, 3:55, 4:11.

“steve? steve, please tell me you’re there.”

“i’m here, robbie.”

she’s huffing and puffing like she ran a marathon in her sleep.

“they don’t- they’re not- your face?”

“nobody’s here but me. no russians. no injuries.” he tries to keep his voice even, steady, let her know he means it.

“promise you’ll call if they come? i’ll- i’ll get you out this time, i swear, i- i’ll do more. promise?”

and steve shuts his eyes, holding back a sad sigh as he pictures her in that bunker, where her brain currently is, screaming out for him, begging them to leave him alone, to stop hurting him.

“i promise. but there’s nothing to worry about. i’m okay, you’re okay. there’s no russians.”

“i should have saved you-“

“you did save me, robbie.”

“i could have- i should have done more.”

“you did enough.”

and her breathing stutters before it finally slows down, her lungs settling on an even pace. he can lay back now.

“i’m gonna…gonna go to sleep again.”

“good. you do that. i’m a call away.”

“a call away…okay…yeah…okay. i love you.”

“i love you too, robin.”

“okay…g’night.”

STOBIN SCOOPS AHOY POLAROID🍦⚓️🌊

So I did a color palette challenge yippie

I used only the colors on color palette at the end

Like, nothing major happened but they drifted apart, maybe Robin went to Europe and Steve stayed in Indiana and they promised to visit often but then life happens and you make excuses, and then 5 years pass quickly and you realize you're basically strangers.

feeling like no one really likes her,

or pays attention to her, and now that steve has eddie... she was going to be left in the dust.

she'd been quiet.

"rob?"

and he's been bugging her all day.

"oh my GOD, steve. im fine. why do you care? im just your little side kick anyways."

she immediately feels bad because right after she says it steve's eyes go all glassy, and that stupid little frown is spread across his face.

"did. did i make you feel like that? rob. i am so sorry. i- i have never seen you as a side kick. you're. you're my best friend... even if i'm not yours... i'm sorry."

and robin sighs, tears pricking her eyes. "you are my best friend, steve. sometimes i just feel like i can't compare."

"robin."

she looks at him, his face is serious in a way she's only seen a few times.

"you played a major part in the person i am today. you are my best friend. you ARE my person. i always want to be your person."

his arms are stretched out, reaching for a hug. "you are so much more than just my friend, robin. i can't even begin to tell you how you've changed the lives of everyone around you." and robin shuffles her way towards him, head thumping against his chest, curling into the touch as steve's arms wrap around her.

“Argh! What the fuck? You’re here?” She shrieks. Before Steve can answer, she shakes her head as she begins to pace back and forth in front of the couch. “No. No. You’re not. You’re not here at all,” she babbles. “This was bound to happen. Overactive imagination. That’s what they all say. I’ve been watching too many movies. Concentrating too much on my script. It’s starting to bleed into real life and you’re just a figment of my imagination because I’m tired. Yup. That’s it,”

“I need your help Robin. I-“

“My help?” She laughs mirthlessly. “Oh no. No, no, no,” she’s shaking her head again. “I’m no help to anyone. I need to cut my hours at the video store…and I need to give the writing a break. Maybe go back home to Indiana. That sounds good right now…”

“I’m not a figment of your imagination,” Steve replies gently. He’s been so caught up in the fact that he’s finally found someone who can hear him, he’s forgotten how terrifying it must be for Robin. “I really wish it didn’t have to be this way, trust me, but you’re the first person since I died that’s been able to hear me,”

“Since you died?” Robin blinks. She’s still shaking her head in disbelief. “I can talk to dead people. Like some weird superpower or something…I couldn’t write this shit if I tried…” she slumps down on the couch and puts her head in her hands.

“You’re a writer?” Steve asks.

“Trying to be,” Robin replies, looking up. “Between taking shifts at a video store and an ice cream place to make ends meet,” she sighs. “And now I’m talking to you, as if I wasn’t having a mental breakdown right now. Who are you anyway?”

“My name’s Steve Harrington-“

“Uh huh. Do I know you or something? I don’t remember any Steve Harringtons…” she thinks for a moment. “Wait, were you the guy in my media class? The one who was always leaving his muffin crumbs all over the classroom floor?”

“No. I’m…well, I was a banker. Working near Tribeca-“ Steve answers.

“A banker?” Robin says incredulously. She rolls her eyes. “Why the hell would I make that up? I know nothing about banking!”

It’s obvious they’re getting nowhere but Steve needs to do this. He needs her to hear him so he can save Eddie from Jason.

“I’ll prove to you I’m real! Do you have last week’s newspaper?”

Robin narrows her eyes at him but she dutifully stands up and disappears into the small kitchen. A few moments later, she comes back with a crumpled newspaper, obviously rescued from the garbage. She sits back down and throws the paper onto the coffee table in front of her.

“Turn to page fifteen,” Steve says.

“Can’t believe I’m doing this…” She mutters to herself as she unfolds the newspaper and rifles through it until she reaches the right page.

“Left column, near the bottom,” Steve instructs.

He watches as Robin’s eyes dart across the page and stop when she reaches the article. Her eyes widen.

“Ok so….that doesn’t prove you’re real,” she says after a minute or two. “If anything, it proves my overtired theory. I clearly read about you and now my subconscious is manifesting you,” she explains. “Yeah, I took psychology in college,”

“Please Robin,” Steve says desperately. “I know this is a really shitty situation, OK? I’m dead. I was murdered actually and I’ve been taken away from the love of my life and it just so happens you’re the only person I know of that can hear me. Do I wish it was different? Fuck yeah I do. If I have to…be dead, then why can’t it be my boyfriend who hears me y’know?”

“Your boyfriend?” Robin suddenly looks interested. “You’re gay?”

“Yeah but-“