#steve and robin's gsa adventures

[dodger-chan]

So I cleaned up that outsider pov stobin mini fic I mostly write in an airport. Inspired by this funny post/terrific art by @sharpbutsoft .

Edit: now on AO3

Historical note: The first ever GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) was founded at a private highschool in 1988. It's absolutely plausible Robin would find one where she goes to college. Or rather Steve would find one and drag Robin to events to meet girls.

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"Steven Elisabeth Harrington, you give me my shirt back this instant!”

Aaron glanced over at Steve, who was grinning. He had wondered about the shirt when Steve had arrived to help set up for the GSA’s first hopefully annual “Dirty (Queers) Disco,” but had quickly been distracted by all the work they needed to do.

It did make more sense that the shirt was Robin’s. The sleeves were very tight around Steve’s biceps, and the hem kept riding up to expose slivers of his torso. Aaron had not been the only guy to get distracted from his job every time Steve needed to lift something. Or didn’t need to lift something but had been asked to anyway.

“Why? You wear my shirts all the time. You’re wearing one right now,” Steve pointed out. Sure enough, Robin was wearing an oversized polo shirt that probably would only be a little snug on Steve. “And you said you weren’t going to wear it. It’s the gayest shirt we own. One of us had to wear it.”

Aaron could almost see Steve’s point. It was definitely not the kind of shirt straight people wore. On Steve it would have been perfect, except that it had “I eat pussy for my pleasure” printed across it three times.

“On me the shirt is gay. On you, it’s straight,” Robin griped. “Clothing is not intrinsically gay.”

“I don’t know what that word means.”

“It means give me back my shirt, Dingus.” Robin made a grab for its hem. Steve held her off with an extended arm.

“I will give you the shirt-” Robin interrupted Steve with a crow of triumph. Steve repeated himself, “I will give you the shirt if you wear it to the disco. All night. No accidentally spilling a drink on it five minutes in and changing into something else.”

“What if?” Robin began. Steve rolled his eyes and answered before she could finish asking the question.

“Of course you can take it off if a girl wants to see your boobies. I’m not a monster.”

“Your repeated use of boobies says otherwise.” Robin nodded. “Deal. Gimmie.”

Steve took off the tee shirt. Robin snatched it from his hand and took off towards the bathroom to change.

“Hey, don’t I get my shirt back?” Steve called after her.

“Should have made that part of the deal,” she shot back.

Steve sighed. He stood, hands on his hips and shook his head with an air of amusement.

“Does anybody have a spare shirt?”