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chrissyc86 · 6 months

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hey can you write a Robin Buckley x reader ficset in season 3 where they both get high off of that Russian drug and end up confessing they like each other while high?

Thanks

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Definitely! Thank you for your request!! I only do one-shots though, since I’m writing an entire story on Wattpad already…But Enjoy🫶

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In this one-shot: Being high, stranger things season 3 spoilers, panic attack, fluff, gayness.

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She Smiles

When you got your little summer job in the brand new Starcourt Mall, as an employee at ‘Scoops Ahoy!’, you expected you’d be scooping ice cream, handing out napkins, looking ridiculous and getting annoyed by kids.

What you definitely did not expect, was getting into some russian base with 2 kids you didn’t know, a popular jerk who turned out not to be that much of a jerk, and the most amazing, most funny, most gorgeous girl you had ever seen.

Robin Buckley.

A girl with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, cute freckles and cool jewelry. Gosh she even managed to look good in that ridiculous ‘Scoops Ahoy!’ uniform. She was around your height, and had great humor. Sarcasm, mostly.

You weren’t sure why you thought about her that much, or why felt so happy when she was around, or why you felt like you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. You had known her since kindergarten so you probably just considered her a great friend. What else?

But here you were.

In a russian base.

With your co-workers Steve and Robin.

Scared.

Cold.

Drugged.

Only the drugs hadn’t kicked in yet.

For you, at least.

You had lost the two younger kids, Erica and Dustin. And now you were tied to a chair. In a small room. With Steve and…Robin…

Steve was beaten, Robin was panicking and you were awfully calm for this situation. You were scared, yes. But so deeply in shock that it made you calm. Seeing Robin be so scared broke your heart though.

“Robin…Robin listen to me..” you whispered.

“No- This is- No. This is fucked up, how are you two so calm?!” she said, her voice breaking slightly.

“I’m scared too just…shocked” seeing Steve in the corner of your eye made you let out a soft sigh. “And Steve’s passed out, I think.”

“..’m not…” The boy mumbled.

“Steve! Don’t scare me like that, I thought you were dead, you dingus..!” Robins voice still sounds panicked but also relieved.

Steve’s chuckle sounds light but absent at the same time.

You stay quiet while Robin and Steve chat about whatever. You feel this painful sting building up in your chest. Cause it seems almost like Robin and Steve like each other. Why should you care. Why do you suddenly feel this intense anger towards Steve? The guy did nothing wrong.

Probably just protective over your best friend, you convince yourself. Yet something feels off.

Before you have time to figure that out, a Russian man from the base and a…Doctor? Enter the room. And that didn’t feel right at all. The doctor starts taking stuff out of his bag. Sharp stuff. You can’t quite see what, but Robin can, since she’s facing in that direction. And of course she gets more stressed.

“Would now be a good time to tell you guys that I don’t like doctors..?”

The man faces Steve. “Let’s try this again, shall we?” his Russian accent sure is noticeable. “Who do you work for.”

“Scoops..” Steve chuckles. It causes Robin to laugh as well, and for some reason that makes you three laugh all together. “Scoops Ahoy..”

The man ignores it and continues speaking to Steve. “How did you find us.”

“Totally by accident..” More chuckles.

The man says something in Russian, to the Doctor, who grabs a sharp thing.

“What is that shiny little toy..?” Steve slurs his words slightly.

Robin looks worried.

The doctor goes towards Steve.

The sharp thing goes towards Steve.

To hurt.

Torture.

All three of you freak out.

“Woah wait no wait- stop- wai-“

“It was a code! A code, we heard a code!!” Buckley panics.

…

“What code.”

Robin can’t find her words due both anger and fear so you jump in.

“..’The week is long, the silver cat feeds when blue meets yellow in the west..’ That stuff.”

“You broadcast, that stupid spy shit…All over town,” Robin chuckles in a mocking way. “and we picked it up on our Cerebro. And we cracked it in a day! A day!” More mocking chuckles. “You think, you’re sooo smart, but, a couple of kids who..scoop ice cream! for a living! Cracked your code in a day.”

“And now, people know you’re here.” you add.

“Who knows we are here?!” The man says angry, adding something in Russian that you can’t understand.

Steve speaks up “uh, well…Dustin..”

“Uhm- Steve..” you try to cut him off.

“Yeah! Dustin Henderson…he knows w-“

“Steve!!” Robin cuts him off.

“Dustin Henderson…Is this your small curly haired friend?” The man continues.

Steve laughs. Why the fuck does he laugh. And why the fuck does he keep talking about Dustin…Did they beat the sense out of him or something? But soon you feel the drugs kicking in as well. And while Steve and Robin got a laugh-kick out of it, you on the other hand, you get scared. And your vision gets blurry. You stare at your shoes but it’s all blurry.

You don’t even hear what they’re saying anymore as you’re suddenly overcome by this great fear all in your system. Realization. Realization that you are stuck. Stuck in a Russian base. There’s torture devices. There’s guns. There’s more. They won’t hesitate to kill you, and it scares the shit out of you.

You start thinking about everyone you know which sounds stupid but the idea of never seeing them again terrifies you.

Suddenly an alarm goes off but you only hear it slightly. Because now you are panicked. Now you do feel stress. And now you’re definitely not calm.

The doctor and man leave for some reason and Robin and Steve are left with you, laughing their asses off.

But you feel light-headed.

And sick.

And scared.

And your vision is blurry.

And tears start rolling down your cheeks.

And you only hear a long ringing in your ears.

And all the other sounds fade away.

And…

And then you hear your name.

“Hey- hey, hey…Y/N?? Y/N, talk to me okay?” your favorite voice ever sounds.

But you can’t get any words out due the jumpy and annoying way your breathing has taken right now.

“Y/N, it’s okay…Please don’t cry, we’re gonna make it out of here..! R-Right Steve?”

“Yeah, totally…Yeah Dustin and Erica are on their way and we’ll be out of here in no time..don’t worry…” Steve agrees, his voice much calmer and more soothing now.

But you still can’t get words out. Only one, choked out between sobs. “I- ..m….sor- sorry…”

“Nonono, it’s okay don’t apologize please…you’ve got me and Steve to protect you, we’re gonna be out here in no time. I’ll be your knight in shining armor.”

You giggle softly.

“Seee!! there she is…that sounds much better than those sobs.” Robin smiles.

You sniff, finally calming down from your panic attack when suddenly, as said, Dustin and Erica enter the room, freeing the three of you. A relieved sigh can be heard from pretty much all of you.

“Come on let’s get out of here, nerds.” Erica says once you’re all ready to go.

The entire (,quite bumpy) drive, Robin and Steve are laughing their asses off again. About everything and nothing. But you’re quiet. This time not because of panic or shock, but because Robins arm is resting around your waist slightly.

And while she’s almost violently swinging her other arm cause of the laugh attacks with Steve, she makes sure she doesn’t accidentally hit you. And the arm around your waist stays still. And it makes you feel warm. Too warm, but in a nice way.

You’re zoned out entirely while making your way back to Starcourt Mall with Robin, Steve and the two kids. Once you’re there, Steve, Robin, Dustin and Erica went to see a movie. But you head back to Scoops Ahoy, with the excuse that you forgot something there. Which was a lie.

At Scoops, you sat down on one of the chairs. Thinking. Staring. You felt like you had a fever. And you felt like crying every once in a while when your brain reminded you of the fact that Robin probably had a crush on Steve. Why? Were you jealous? Did you have a crush on Steve? No, definitely not. No offense Steve.

You sit there for about 30 minutes just staring and thinking. And crying a bit. But you are snapped out of your thoughts by someone walking towards you. You quickly sniff and wipe your tears, turning around to see her standing there.

“Hi, I thought you’d still be here..”

“Oh, how come?”

Robin chuckles. “Cause you said you were going here…? I mean, I was a bit worried you had been kidnapped by Russians again butttt luckily you’re okay.”

You nod.

She frowns.

“That is…if you actually are okay?”

“mhm, ‘m fine…Where’s Steve?” you ask.

“Probably still throwing up in the restroom.” she smirks. “We talked for a while, but his stomach ain’t strong I guess. So I went to look for you.”

“Talked..? so uh, so you confessed? And you’re dating now?”

“Woah- What?!”

“Yeah- I- Don’t worry, I knew it, he obviously had a think for y-“

“What?? No Y/N. No. He- Uhm. No. I don’t like him!” She chuckles. “Wow I can’t believe you thought that! I mean, he did too. He did confess to me but then I said ‘hey man I’m not really into you or any guy, too bad’. Or something like that at least.”

You giggle as well. “Not into any guy? How come?”

Robin stays silent. And you suddenly understand.

“Oh shit…I-“ you start.

“Don’t tell anyone please”

“I won’t, I won’t..”

“Thanks..”

She stares into your eyes. A bit too long. And you realize something as well.

“Robin I think I might like you..” you blurt out and then watch her eyes widen.

“Really?”

“Yeah- I- sorry..I don’t know why I said tha- that was weir-“

Your words are cut off by the feeling of Robins lips pressed onto yours. For a good 12 seconds. Probably the best 12 seconds you’ve ever experienced. You feel your heart aching for more when she pulls away with a cute grin.

“I...think I like you too, Y/N” Robin grins.

“so then-“

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She smiles widely.

“You’re quick with it huh..?” you chuckle. “but yes, I’d love to.”

Robin smiles. She smiles. At you. Only you. The girl you wanted to be friends with since kindergarten. The clumsy girl who said what was on her mind. The ‘weird’ girl. The girl that made it worth coming to school, just to see her smile. You always wished she’d look and smile at you for a change. And now she did.

Robin Buckley, your girlfriend.

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t-skaa · 9 months

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first post (teehee) anyways this took only 2 hrs somehow

(everything looks like ass don't speak to me)

#eddsworld #edd eddsworld #tord eddsworld #ew tordedd #fuck i love them #love the gays #gay #procreate #art #artists on tumblr #digital art

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trixiesting · 2 months

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Sleade x junjie FANART lol

#slugterra #bajoterra #Sleadexjunjie #Love the gays

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mqonlighting · 11 months

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some spideypool in the kitchen/cooking thoughts and hcs :DD

one thing I think about a lot is domestic spideypool (bc OFC i would) but mainly what peter and wade’s dynamic would be when cooking together in the kitchen.

in my scenarios it’s usually just them cooking for each other as a sentiment or bc they live together and don’t wanna order takeout all the time idk nothing big

peter is deffo the shit cook. the thing about peter’s kind of shit cooking is that he KNOWS he’s not the best— he’s just so adamant on everyone around him not troubling themselves with cooking for him so… yeah. its either he burns everything until it is literally black char or the food is so undercooked that pork would probably still oink and carrots taste halfway under the fuckin soil

(i was watching spectacular spider-man and there’s this one episode where gwen and captain stacy have to come help peter prepare thanksgiving dinner because he messed it up so badly LMAO)

wade is a LOVELY cook on the other hand and everyone’s eating good when wade is in control of the kitchen. however he’s also Spider-Man’s Loving Boyfriend™ first and foremost so whenever peter absolutely insists that HE cooks this time, wade will back down and let it play out — even if he knows peter sucks at cooking (😭)

but another thing about wade is this man’s stomach is made of STEEL and will probably eat anything from wagyu to cardboard, so no matter how much vegetable char or pale white chicken he has to ingest, he will devour it like it is the last meal he will ever eat because he will literally eat anything. AND he will never fail to send compliments to the chef just because he likes to see peter happy about smth he did

AND I IMAGINE one day may comes to visit them and peter insists he cooks for her and wade, and the minute peter is out of sight, it’s like:

may: “you let him cook?”

wade: “oh yeah it makes him happy when he gets to cook for people”

may: “that’s sweet but be honest, do you like his cooking?”

wade: “… it’s edible.”

THERE YOU HAVE IT more head empty only spideypool for you all :)))

< also my ao3 over here cough cough wink wink tear >

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paladintoyourcleric · 10 months

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I love gay people

#byler s4 #byler tumblr #byler nation #mike x will #byler theory #bylerweek2023 #byler proof #byler is real #byler s5 #byler #love the gays

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 2 years

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the ache that comes with loving Shu Sakamaki

Edgar's Yuma's pov

The ink if front of you blurs into shapes that remind you of him, blue.

So blue.

Ironically you find the more you try not to think about he floods your senses.

You wonder why the universe reminds you of the child of Apollo you befriended those many years ago, when grubby hands and missing teeth exclaimed more than you could ever now, an innocent honesty in your gazes expectant of what could be.

The bell rings and you sit, and you ponder, the familiarity eats at you. He sneaks in, his usual silent steps lulling your senses into a nostalgic comfort under the afternoon sun and peach trees as you lay drenched from your impromtu swim in the creek.

The sun will rise again, when there's nobody around, on the swing set at the old playground. The silver line blurs, you want to hear his voice - he's no longer a boy, now a man. Reminiscing such sweet days.

He's grown like the plants you tend to, but he's hideous you see,even the grandest, oldest, trees are nothing as they rot always inside out; perhaps that is precisely what happened to him. He's rotting, maybe he was rotting when you met him, unable to change or maybe he didn't know how to change but once he gave up, you knew he couldn't come back. It will take a while, but you'll return to life. Steady, before the piped piper's melody had led you away, turning everything into that shade of sky blue. Cloudy, lost, maybe losing yourself in those blues.

Except in your eyes, you can travel the world, people's embraces, and the centuries that separates you from him but coming back to that tree. Collapsing in front of that tree. Wanting nothing more than to rest at last in front of the beloved tree. It's ghastly.

Fruitless aims in front of him, tall, broad and bright yet others shy away making excuses like the sun is too bright for Icarus was a warning cry for mankind. But if you've run into the fire once why stop to think before running to him because if anyone truly knew him they would be able to tell he was definitely the moon.

The moon who elevates and amplifies the light that shines on him, the moon that allows rest from tiring monotonous days, the moon that causes the changing of tides with such charm and grace that they stare in wonder every night at the enigma he is. Yet the moon continues steady through the days and nights.

You step out into the corridor, dawn is fast approaching you don't think you'll be able to make it to bed fast enough to grieve the boy you lost. Ironically, the boy you found under the moonlight in his stupid khaki trousers and cravat, the boy you stole glances at as he followed you around like a lost puppy, the boy who you held as he trembled about the dog he couldn't save, the boy king who was strong and weak, the child capable of tragedies who was unsafe in his own home, the first person who had held your hand, snuck you away to banquets, dressed you in gold and silk, the boy you placed a ring made of daisies,and the boy who created war's when he smiled, the boy that was both your Helen of Troy and Achilles. Now he was long replaced.

Shedding his name, skin, soul and smile.

He now stood by shadows and laid across surfaces, apathy embracing him tighter then his parents ever had. He'd grown up handsomely devilish, his face stirred something in your gut. But he was long gone, don't you see you fool?

The tree is standing, but it does not live, it does not grow and it will rot inside out till it topples and crushes you as you lay seeking comfort.

Perhaps falling in love made you a lot more reckless than you'd like to admit, this gamble was a losing man's bluff, so pathetic waiting for the dead to rise, when the living wish to die.

You can't look away can you?

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