#&. dyn. robin & steve / harringtontm

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it’s the way that steve, shirtless and having just been nearly mauled to death by demobats, is like “we can take em” at the prospect of the rest of the bats that are currently positioned between them and watergate, and robin immediately looking at him in the most unimpressed, this is the russian guard thing all over again way. see exhibit 1

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@harringtontm sent: robin wouldn’t really like anything too big for her birthday, steve knew. they had been having some fun nights out lately (courtesy of jack knowing all the best places to go in the city that never slept), but for today he has something a little different in mind. so when her bedroom door opens just after the sun crawls above the windowpane, steve is ready. he spins away from the stove to place a plate on the table, a single candle pushed into the folded dough. ❝ happy birthday, rob ! ❞ he calls, waving her over before fishing his zippo out of his powdered-sugar dusted apron pocket & lighting the wick.  ❝ i'll spare you my singing. i tried to make crepes. some of them got a little messed up but i gave you the best ones, & i think they'll taste pretty good. ❞ a second plate for himself is fetched from the counter, & he slides into their cramped dining nook to eat. ❝ &  after this, we can do whatever you want all day.  i'll go to that foreign theatre you like so much, or a museum, or i can take you out for lunch, or whatever. up to you, but today is on me.  &  i won’t even complain once, even if you take me to see some boring french movie with subtitles, i promise. since i can't afford a plane ticket to europe yet... consider it my birthday gift to you. ❞

       Someone was out in the kitchen cooking breakfast, at least going by the smells that were wafting through her bedroom door and luring her and her rumbling stomach towards them. It was surely way too early for Steve to be awake on his day off, no matter how much he'd gotten into baking lately — unless Jack had woken him up in his hasty attempt to not be late to work again, or...

       Her bright, wide grin as she opened the door was proof that she needn't have worried about her best friend forgetting the occasion. Robin was already giggling at the sight that greeted her, even before Steve had retrieved the zippo from his pocket to light the birthday candle on her crepe. “ Has Jack taken a picture of you in that thing yet? ” She nodded at his apron as she crossed the narrow hallway that separated her cramped bedroom from their cramped kitchen. “ You look like a true domestic goddess, Steve. ” But it wasn't about the apron, nor the crepe, not really. It was about the way that he had gotten up early just to make her breakfast; it was about the way that he'd picked out the best crepe out of his several previous attempts to put on her plate; it was about the way that he was offering to spend the whole day with her, just the two of them, doing whatever she wanted regardless of how boring it might have been to him.

       Sometimes she had to pinch herself that they had this. That they'd gotten out, that they were both in New York together, sharing an apartment and doing all kinds of amazing things every single day. Even memories of the monsters from Hawkins had a difficult time piercing this bubble of happiness they'd both made for themselves here, and she hoped that would continue. Even with Spring Break just looming beyond the horizon.

       “ OK but first — ” Before she blew the candle out, before Steve had a chance to sit down, Robin grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into the tightest hug she could muster. It lasted several minutes, enough time to breathe him in, enough time for the sugar on his apron to get on her — or should she say Steve's — pair of shorts and her Queen t-shirt that Jack had bought her at the concert they'd gone to last year. She didn't care. “ Thank you, dingus. OK, now I'm gonna eat my crepe before I start crying or something equally as humiliating.”

       It was a short while later, half-way into devouring her crepe ( he really was pretty good at this, she had to admit ), that she'd come up with an answer to his offer of going wherever she wanted. “ I won't drag you to watch another foreign film with me... but I really wanna go to the Tenement museum in Lower East Side and, I was thinking, maybe after that we could get lunch in Little Italy? You know that's my favourite place in Manhattan. ” But she didn't want it to just be her day. She wanted Steve to have fun too.

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