#;; robin buckley ;; general

[xxbottlecapx]

"I'm in love with Steve. Of all people, it had to be Steve Harrington? " Eddie sobbed into Robin's rainbow handkerchief. He was sitting criss cross on the floor of family video. It was Steve's day off. So of course Robin couldn't get any alone time.

"Hey, I know he's like the preppiest person we know," Robin sighed as she stacked some tapes out of order, messing with Steve's System. "But he's really nice now!"

"I know!" Eddie cried louder. A woman with large heels walked into the store, saw him, and quickly turned back around. Eddie didnt even notice, flailing his arms. "But my stupid ass had to go and fall in love with someone named Steve? Steve? I might as well name my son Chad, I can't believe this-"

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steveddie #eddie x steve #eddie the freak munson #robin buckley #stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie cant believe that the love of his life is the most generic white boy in the history of the world #family video #plot bunny

[nottobehornyonthemain]

I’m just going to throw my hat into the ring about Steve’s parents because I’m bored. But like, Let’s spice up the level of shitty parenting.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s actually a professional. Steve has said that she’s “super well respected” and, for as much as the fandom likes to play him as a dumbass, you don’t put people whoes only achievement is being a jealous housewife on your résumé, especially when you have another parent with a notable (ostensibly white collar) career.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who’s a news anchor, or a lawyer. Give me a Mrs. Harrington who worked her ass off to be taken seriously by men for the entire late 50’s and early 60’s. Give me a young, ambitious woman with hazel eyes at a mixer for the company she’s working for in Chicago one night, who caught the eye of the charismatic man with ridiculous fluffy brown hair.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who grew up with a veteran father who never really seemed to care. Give me a little boy waiting, every day, for his dad’s letters, waiting for his father Otis to get back from this horrible war. And then he does, and he’s a hero, and suddenly it’s like nothing his son does is worth his notice. When he’s 15 and gets into his first fight? Otis doesn’t even comment on his bruised face before he walks out the door in the morning. When he gets into college? His mother is the one to hand him the watch his parents allegedly both got him as a graduation present. When he gets a job! A good job, where he has his own office and his name on a plate on his desk, not so much as a card.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who promised himself that, if he ever had a son, he would notice. He would pay attention to his kid’s grades, and what they were doing in school. That he would be proud of whatever college his son got into. That if his kid was ever doing something stupid, drinking, fighting, smoking, he would care. And he would say something.

Give me a Mr. Harrington meeting a beautiful woman in Chicago one night, and somehow, convincing her to come back to Hawkins with him. Give me the big news engagement and the blowout wedding fit for two people with nowhere to go but up.

Give me the Harrington couple buying their house, and planning to wait a few years before they start having children. Give me them having their first child, a son.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington being offered the promotion she’s been working towards for years almost immediately after, and taking it.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who never really thought his wife would keep working when they had children, but being smart enough not to say anything about it. Give me them realizing that, between both of their jobs, plans change, and their son will be their only child.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who “doesn’t trust” her husband not because he might be cheating on her, but because, for as much as he can charm and schmooze with just about anyone, he has never had anyone tell him that he lacks actual understanding of his business. Give me a Mrs. Harrington seeing a stack of papers her husband brought home last night where the math doesn’t quite add up. Give me the blowout fight over his shady new business partner and the costs they could save if they just… cut a few corners. Give me her struggling to be taken seriously and explain to him that the consequences could be actual jail time and a complete destruction of their lives. Give me him hating that she thinks she knows better than him about his own business.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who keeps his promise to care about what his son is doing. Give me his unnecessary lectures, and comments and micromanagement whenever his son walks in the door.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who couldn’t care less what her son is doing as long as he’s alive. Give me her bitchy comments that have been her best defense in the professional world for so long rubbing off on her son.

Give me a Steve who’s let it shape him. Who got his brown eyes, and desire to be at the top of the social sphere as soon as possible from his mom. Who got his begrudging tendencies to care while still finding something to complain about from his dad.

Give me a Harrington couple who isn’t absent, exactly. Who have the occasional business trip, but are actually in town when most of this stuff goes down. Give me a house that’s almost always empty, not because no one lives there, but because Mrs. Harrington is out late again tonight because the boss needs to be sure everything is in perfect order for Monday. Because Mr. Harrington absolutely has to close this deal. Because Steve has practice for both swimming and basketball today.

Give me a Steve who craves the domestic because of this. Who doesn’t have big plans or ambitions. Who, at his center, just wants to be able to flop on the couch and watch movies with the people he cares about. Who wants family vacations, and kids, and a big house filled with noise. Give me a Steve who understands that that’s where his love of parties came from.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who watches as his son seems to completely throw away everything he worked so hard to give him. Give me the fights over the beer, and the weed, and the grades. Give me the bombshell that his son didn’t even manage to get into college, and the realization that he needs to learn to be responsible.

Give me a Mr. Harrington who comes home one night to Robin and Dustin eating cereal in his kitchen at midnight. Who doesn’t really know what to say, so he sets down his briefcase and eats a bowl of cereal while asking these children who they are and why they’re in his house. Give me a Mr. Harrington patting his son on the back the next morning and telling he how much he likes the nice girl who can speak every language, and the little boy who can recite the periodic table from memory. Give me a Mr. Harrington who knows he made the right decision when he made his son get a job of his own instead of just working for him.

Give me a Mrs. Harrington who, when Steve informs her in the middle of a conversation that he has a boyfriend, doesn’t look up from the mirror where she’s applying her eyeliner.

Give me a Steve who’s had enough of her not caring and asks her, “really? You don’t have anything to say?”

Give me a Mrs. Harrington icily meeting his eyes in the mirror and saying, “Steven. You’ve been putting egg in your hair once a week since you were twelve and a girl in your class told you it makes it shiny, and you’ve been stealing my hairspray even longer.” Then goes back to lining her eyes.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #steve and dustin #platonic stobin #steddie #implied at least #gay steve harrington #Harrington parents #in my head Mrs Harrington is a Lucile Bluth personality in an elle woods career #and Mr Harrington is just standard multi generational baggage man #honestly I’ve thought too much about backstory for everyone. ask me about Nancy’s one day #the sheep ramble analysis

[sunflower-butch]

Can we just appreciate Maya’s range for a minute. Because she really went from the most adorable socially awkward disaster lesbian Robin Buckley to the most unhinged suave badass disaster lesbian Eleanor Levetan so well

#and I am in love with both of them #just Maya in general #[gay screaming] #I’m so normal about them <33 #do revenge #robin buckley #eleanor levetan #lo rambles

[katberk]

*Them after getting a call from Robin about Y/N getting hurt*

Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Steve: Several traffic violations.

Billy: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Eddie: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Dustin: *Who tagged along* Also, that’s not our car.

Robin: They just sprained their leg…

#stranger things incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect quote generator #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargrove #dustin henderson #robin buckley #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #billy hargrove x reader

[rottenaero]

Part 6 of the roommate au!

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“Dustin, can you slow down? Dustin?”

Dustin huffed from where was up ahead, barely sparring Eddie a glance before going back to walking. “ I think we’re getting close.” He said.

Eddie jogged to catch up, barely grabbing Dustin by the hem of the collar when he almost walked straight into the lake. “Watch your step, big guy.”

“Oh man, you gotta be shitting me.” Steve groaned, as the body of water came into view.

“Yeah, I thought that these woods were familiar.”

Robin let out a puff of air directly into Steve’s ear, and he turned his head away. God, why was her breath so cold? “Lover’s Lake…” She mumbled, blowing more air to his face. He swatted away at it. “ What kind of mints do you eat? Jesus..”

“This is confounding.” Dustin puffed, peering over the murky waters. “There’s a gate in Lover’s Lake?” Max asked, glancing around.

Nancy’s brow furrowed, “ Whenever the Demogorgon’s attacked, it always left an opening,” She turned her head to Max. “Maybe Vecna’s the same way?”

“Yeah, only one way to find out.” Steve snorted, pushing Eddie forward. Even though the push was light, Eddie balanced precariously. “Dude!” He gaped, and Steve let out another snort.

The water splashed as Eddie shoved the boat in. “I said easy, man!”

Eddie huffed, “Sorry.”

Robin maneuvered between the two of them, ignoring Steve’s outstretched hand. When Eddie stood up to get on, he grabbed it and grinned. “ So polite, sir Harrington.”

Steve scrunched his nose, “ Is that a new one?” Eddie shrugged from his spot already on the boat. Nancy went on next.

When Dustin made a move to get on too, Steve shoved him back. “Woah, what are you trying to do, sink us?” He made an offended noise, and Eddie chimed in from the back. “This thing holds three people, tops, okay?”

Nancy sighed, “It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble.”

“You keep an eye out! It’s my goddamn theory.”

“You heard Nance.” Robin beraded, using the oar she had in hand to jab Dustin’s shoe.

“Who put her in charge?”

“I did.” Robin said, and Steve sent her a look, before turning his gaze back to Dustin.

“Compass.” Nancy added from her spot behind Eddie, holding her arms out.

Dustin threw it to her, pouting and nose scrunched. Steve smiled and patted him on the shoulder, before pushing the boat off land.

His brows furrowed when he figured out what was happening, “Hey! You said three!” He yelped.

Steve sucked in a dramatic breath, “ Sorry.” He said with a mock whisper. Eddie snickered from ahead him. Steve counted that as a win.

Robin grinned from her place at the front of the boat, “Miss you already, kiddos! Bedtimes at nine!”

The boat ride was surprisingly peaceful. The night-time chill Steve could do without. He shifted carefully to the front of the boat, while it could hold four people, it was still crazy unstable.

Steve leaned a bit over Robin’s shoulder, and flashing his torch in-front of the boat, Nancy makes a weird inhaling noise and Steve looked up.

They were about in about the middle of the lake.

Robin exhales and Steve immediately has to push himself out of her reach because seriously, how many fucking mints did she have? Was she trying to impress someo-

Oh.

Oh.

He glanced at Nancy from the corner of his eyes, and had to resist the urge to scream at Robin.

We were so close with Vickie, come on!

Robin, who seemed oblivious to his internal monologue, turned her head to face Nance when she spoke.

“Whoa whoa whoa, whoa, slow down.” Her brown eyes darted to Eddie for a second when he didn’t immediately follow her orders. “Slow down guys.”

“Got it, Lady Wheeler.” He said, lifting the oar from the water. The action caused some water drops to flick onto the boat, and Steve huffed at some landed directly under his eye.

Steve leaned over Nancy’s shoulder to get a look at the compass, which was freaking the fuck out.

“Woah.”

The radio crackled to life after a few seconds, and Dustin’s voice fizzled into the starry air. “Guys, what’s going on? Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?”

Robin made grabby motions to Steve and he tossed her the box from beside him. “Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capital ‘auah!’”

Steve looked out into the water. They were right above the gate then, right? At least in theory.

He began to shed his shoes and socks.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asks.

He looks up and meets her eyes head-on.

“Unless one of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me,” He glanced to Eddie. “No complaints.”

Eddie just raises an eyebrow, “Is this like, the opposite of stairway to heaven? Freefall to hell?”

“Uh, no. Because I’m not freefalling, I’m swimming. Also, are you seriously thinking of music right now?”

“Hah, swimming to hell, even better. I fucking hate swimming, and, yes.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Steve swipes his shirt off in one fell-swoop, and throws it into Eddie’s lap, who seems pre-occupied putting a flashlight into a bag.

He scoffs, and he looks up at Steve, passing him the torch.

“Hey, good luck.”

He smiles, “Thanks.”

Eddie immediately grabs for his lighter and a cigarette, and Steve raises a brow. Robin plucks the smoke from his hands, “Gross.”

He turned to face the front of the boat, ready to dive. He takes a big breath in, the cool night air chilling his already freezing lungs.

“Steve?”

He turns his head to Nancy. “Be careful.” She says, gaze concerned. He gave one curt nod before diving into the lake.

The water was warm, a stark contrast to the air. He kicked his legs, and moved the light around when he got near the bottom.

A couple of fish bones, rocks, grass. He turned around, only to find a red glow emitting from not far.( In the back of the mind he felt the reminder that he needed more oxygen, that he needed to breathe soon.)

He swam forward, reaching the gate in only a few seconds. It was fleshy, stringy looking. He shone his line over it, pushing his hand close to the opening.

But just as he touched a thin veil of- something, something pushed against the gate,

From the opposite side.

Steve startled, dropping his light in his desperation to swim back up.

He emerged from the water with a splash, clearly surprising Robin and Eddie if their yelps were anything to tell by.

“I found it.” He stated, water still rippling around him. I found it.

“You found it?” Nancy asked, voice pitched and hopeful.

“I found it, yeah, I found it.”

He grabbed onto the edge of the boat, and Robin began to speak into the walkie. “Dustin, you’re a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate.”

He grinned wildly, placing his head on the tip of the boat too. “It’s pretty wild, more of a snack-sized gate than a mama gate, but it’s still pretty damn big.” He said, looking-

What.

Was he delusional or did something just yank his leg-

He glanced back at the water.

Something slimey, tendral like, wrapped around his ankle and dragged him down.

Not delusional not delusionalnotdelusional.

Steve grasped for nothing,anything, the boat, an arm, a random rope from fucking nowhere-

-but he didn’t grab anything. He had to hold in a scream, in order to not loose oxygen.

He felt the gravity change-no more water- before he was thrown into the air, and fell onto the ground.

He blinked open his eyes and-

He was in the upside down.

Steve had no longer than a second to process that before the thing grasped his ankle again and began to drag him away.

Fuck, that hurt.

#on ao3 I edited part 5 so it’ll probably be better there too #in general just read this on ao3 lol #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #robin buckley #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #lucas sinclair #stranger things 4 #ficlet #stranger things ficlet #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au

[findafight]

Eddie being a 50something rockstar on twitter and posting for the Drama of it all is my most precious held headcanon of rockstar eddie fix its.

And the replies:

#steddie #qpr stobin #platonic stobin #rockstar eddie munson #Eddie Munson #steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #fake tweets #eddie tweets au #i guess?? thats what ill call it?? #stobin got married and never divorced and their relationship confounds the general non lgbtq public #finda writes stuff #finda's rambles #also important to know that they are all sitting on a couch beside each other as they tweet

[sparrowin]

the faces of two people who will definitely be losing their jobs again before spring break ends

#at least they’re both pretty <\3 #in love with robin’s suit #and just her in general #but that does without saying #robin buckley #steve harrington #stranger things

[harringtonspolaroids]

omg ok so robin x popular! reader where she’s a cheerleader who robin thought was out of her league (and straight) but they both just have massive crushes on each other

a/n: anon this literally took me out of my writers block ty ty i loved this sm 🙏🙏 also the ending kinda sucks but its wtv !!

word count: 1054

warnings: light cursing, this is not proofread

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲

Robin sighed as she watched you walk right in front of her, with the rest of the cheer squad onto the gym’s floor.

She tried to look uninterested, like she merely thought the team's dancing and efforts to draw the crowds attention was just decent. But Robin couldn’t help but look at you. The way your smile seemed to brighten the entire room, the way you waved your arms and jumped around laughing, shaking those ridiculous green and white pom poms. She thought you looked like the most gorgeous girl in Hawkins, hell, maybe even in all of Indiana. 

Then the basketball team walked out onto the floor. 

You so clearly liked them. Robin watched you try to hide your embarrassment of being singled out by one of the team players, as he sent you a wink. Robin rolled her eyes at his pathetic attempts to flirt, but she couldn’t deny that was partly jealousy. She wanted to be the one who made you get all nervous, she wanted to be the one you liked, not some ugly basketball player that probably reeked of trashy cologne and was a total pig. 

Robin just faked a smile and continued playing her trumpet. It was ridiculous to think that you would ever like her, even as a friend. You were too good for her.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

You let out a laugh, as the guy whose name you had kind of already forgotten, continued rattling on about a party you’d skipped over the weekend. 

In reality, you weren’t paying attention to him. Your locker was at the perfect location, right in front of the band room, allowing you to peer inside. Sure the people you mostly associated with thought they were all a bunch of dorks and losers, but you thought they had substance. Specifically the girl with the short hair and raspy voice. You had never gotten her name. All you knew was that she was pretty, and nice, and funny. Or at least you hoped so. You didn’t really talk.

“See you Friday?” the boy looked nervous, and you didn’t even remember what plans you had agreed to.

“Of course, I’ll see you then, buddy!” You cringed slightly at your use of the phrase, but Jesus Christ you had no idea how to let him down easily.

You watched as he left, some disappointment in his eyes. 

Robin walked out of the band room, her backpack slung over her shoulder, as she held her trumpet case in her hand. She hated having practice because you would always be right outside, close enough that if she wanted to she could just talk to you, yet still out of reach. Yet it seemed that today, you would be closer to her than before. 

“Ohhhhh, shit, I’m so sorry-” Robin stammered as she knelt to the floor picking up the instrument’s case.

“No- no- it’s my fault I totally tripped you- on accident of course, I never would've wanted to trip you on purpose it’s just that I wasn’t looking.” You rambled on kneeling on the floor to help pick up some sheet music that had also fallen onto the floor.

You looked up over at her, as your hands met when you reached for a paper. “Oh, is this supposed to be for the next game?”

“I’m sorry what?” Robin's mouth felt dry, she couldn’t believe she was standing in your sheer presence and now you were talking to her and touching her hand? It felt unreal. 

You waved the paper in the air as you handed it to her, “Is it the music for the basketball game, next week?”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s uhm, supposed to be for the next game- you already knew that though because you just said it and of course you are going to be at the next game because you, well cheer and- and I- I cannot shut up holy shit… I’m sorry. You probably don’t,” Robin cleared her throat, “want to hear me talk that much. Shutting up now.” Robin let out a nervous laugh. She was so convinced she had ruined everything, even the chance of you becoming friends or even just people who you talked to in the hallway. 

“It’s totally okay, don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.” 

Robin was sure she looked like a deer standing in front of headlights. Her brain was definitely fried from pulling all nighters and drinking too much coke. There was no way you just called her “cute”. 

Calling her “cute” was totally different from you calling her “nice” or “friendly” or even “not as annoying as everyone said.” And there was also no way you were actually flirting with her. Or were you? 

Robin’s mind felt like it was running a thousand miles a second.

You could feel what you thought was an uncomfortable silence. Maybe Robin didn’t get your hint. “Hey you know what I just remembered? I’m supposed to come up with a new routine for the girls on the team- its a whole thing- but, I was thinking, maybe I could come over and practice at your place on Friday and you could serve as the music? It’s silly, I know but-”

“It’s not silly at all, it sounds like a great idea. I love it, but are you sure you don’t have plans with your boyfriend?” It was Robin’s last ditch effort to confirm that you were in fact into girls.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. I’m actually not really looking for a boyfriend right now,” you said, trying to enunciate the boy part of it all. 

Robin’s eyes were wide open as she got your message, “Oh! Okay, then yeah it totally works for me, I can swing by later and give you my place…”

“So it’s a date?” you asked hopefully.

Robin swallowed, “Yeah. A date.” 

You smiled and squeezed Robin’s arm, “I can’t wait.” 

Robin watched you float down the hall, a new bounce in your step as you headed over to a group of girls Robin wasn’t really a fan of. ‘A date’. The words echoed in Robin’s mind. She was going on a date with you. It felt truly unreal. Yet somehow, a part deep inside of Robin felt like it was meant to be. It was just you and her.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you #also the title and general storyline was also heavily inspired by you belong with me - taylor swift so do with that you will

[new-ronantics]

HI! if ur taking requests (totally fine if u arent) can i ask for ronance? like anything ronance i dont have anything specific. thanks <3

HERE U GO VEE!!! <333

#new-ronantics living up to her username ⁉️ omg #this was VERY quick and i don’t have enough practice drawing robin but ! #I LOVEEE DRAWING S4 NANCY AND NANCY IN GENERAL 🫶 #her upturned nose and pouty lips and crazy hair ugh 💖 #i enjoy this dynamic they had going on for a while LOL #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #stranger things #my art #eevie’s doodles #eevie’s askbox

[bus-ghoul]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, comphet nancy wheeler whats new, Past Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Past Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, First Kiss, Fluff and Angst, listen i dont know what this is Summary:

Robin is the easiest person in the world to love.

#please read this thing i wrote #idk what it is #or even if it will be worth your time #but it is brief and it will spiritually fulfill me to see the number go up #so you would be doing something good and generous #i have no shame #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin

[flysafepapi]

Eddie: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Steve: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD!

Eddie: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING DUSTIN WITH ME!

Robin, picking up the Monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

#the incorrect quotes generator strikes again #I don’t even care if this has been done before it made me laugh #they would and I know it #(in)correct stranger things quotes #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #stranger things #incorrect stranger things quotes

[callithecreature]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes

Will, Mike & Lucas: *screaming* Max: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Lucas?! Will: Wait, why are you asking Lucas that when Mike and I are also here? Max: Because Lucas wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

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Dustin: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Will: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Dustin: That's not what I asked. Will: That is all the information I have.

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Dustin: A decision had to be made. El: And you fucked it up!

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Will: I’m the smartest person in my friend group. Robin: You hang out with Dustin, Lucas and Mike. Robin: It’s not as high a compliment as you think.

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Steve: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. El: That's deep. Dustin: That means that ketchup is a smoothie. El: That's deeper. Will: ...You guys are idiots.

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Robin: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Lucas and Max's convo? Dustin: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Steve: I'm in the washing machine. Will: I'm in the closet. Dustin: We accept you Will. <3 Will: No I'm literally in the closet. Dustin: Love is love. <3

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*El and Will looking at a locked gate into a park* El: Aw. :( Will: You know what they say. El: Please don’t- Will: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate* El: Frick-

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Max: I want to be like a caterpillar. Dustin: Explain. Max: Eat a lot, sleep for a while, wake up beautiful. Mike: You know they have a lifespan of a week, right? Max: Max: That's just another highlight!

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Dustin: El and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Robin: What did you do? Dustin: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- El: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

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Steve: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Mike will and will not eat. Max: Grass? Yes! Steve: Moss? Yes!! Max: Leaves? Ohh, yes! Steve: Shoelaces? Strange but true! Max: Worms? Sometimes! Steve: Rocks? Usually nah. Max: Twigs? Usually! Steve: Robin's cooking? Inconclusive! El: How did you… test this? Steve: You just hand them stuff and say ‘eat this’ and if they eat it, they eat it. El: ... I don’t know how to feel about this. Robin: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT?

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Lucas: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Mike: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

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Max: Something tells me Will's going to be a bit more unhinged today... Will, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Steve isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.

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Mike: You can take away my rights, but can you take away my lefts?

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Dustin: I once went on holiday and pretended to be twins. It was amazing fun. I invented this mad, glamorous sibling and went around really annoying everybody. And d'you know, I could get away with anything when I was my crazy twin Dustin. Will: But you're Dustin. Dustin: Kinda stuck. It’s a long story.

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Lucas: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions? Dustin: Put spaghetti in it. Lucas: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you. Max: Put spaghetti in it. Lucas: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two. Mike: Put spaghetti in it. Lucas: I am no longer taking suggestions.

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Mike, to Max: If Robin doesn't say "I'm King of the world" within an hour on that boat, I will give you my next pay check. Robin, within 5 minutes of getting on the boat: I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

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Mike: Who's in charge here? Will, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

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Max: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm. Mike: That is not something you actually have installed. Max: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

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Max: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* Lucas: Where did you get that? Max: My pocket. Lucas: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? Max: Skills.

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Mike: Pros and cons of dating me. Mike: Pros. You'll be the cute one. Mike: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Will: Do you ever think? Because I do not.

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I had to physically pull myself away from this generator.

Anyways here's the link

#will byers #mike wheeler #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #steve harrington #robin buckley #incorrect quotes #stranger things #these generators are so silly #byler #lumax #idk man #I'll be back with more #okay bye #stranger things incorrect quotes

[totallytubularincorrectquotes]

Robin: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Nancy: you mean literally, or figuratively?

Robin: honestly, the fact that I have to specify…

#stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #source: incorrect quotes generator

[steddieunderdogfics]

for challenge monday (feb 12) “i’ll be brave, and you’ll be free” by placebythering. it’s absolutely beautiful, literally one of my favorite fics

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41521641

i'll be brave, and you'll be free by placebythering

Rating: General

12,496 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Road Trips, Introspection, Dialogue Heavy, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Steve Harrington-centric, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, Steve Has Issues

Summary:

Steve is not thinking entirely when he tells them about it. Bag packed in the car and a tank full of gas and all. In hindsight, he also hadn’t been thinking while he was shoving clothes in the said bag, forcing in everything he could fit until it was full and zipping it shut was more a chore than a simple action. In the space of time between his father’s phone call and the subsequent breakdown he had while driving to the gas station to pump his car, the only thing he had thought about in the entirety of it was that he needed Eddie and Robin with him. --Steve, Robin, and Eddie on the road. A story of grief, mothers, and finding a family of your own.

Thanks for the rec!

This rec is a part of Challenge Monday. The challenge this week was find fics with general ratings.

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#steddie #steddie fic recs #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #general #robin buckley #platonic stobin #emotional hurt/comfort #fluff #angst #challenge monday

[paperbackribs]

Steve: Eddie, can you please tell Robin that I’m mad at her? We’re in the middle of a fight, and I don’t want to talk to her.

Robin: I'm not talking to him either!

Eddie: Steve, baby, you’re literally sitting on her lap.

Steve & Robin: So what?!

#steddie #stobin #stranger things #source: https://perchance.org/incorrect quote generator #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley

[schwhoopsie]

nancy wearing robin’s letterman jacket

#ik probably not every hs band does this but in mine we were allowed to get lettermans #they were expensive af though #just them being supportive af of each other in general #so idk if robin would even be able to get one but i am having a Vision here okay #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #robin buckley x nancy wheeler