#platonic Steve and robin

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robin 'hot baths' buckley and steve 'cold showers' harrington. you agree. you reblog.

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I saw your requests were open....(R means reader)

A third member of the scoops troops. She works with Steve and Robin (Fuck the duffers upside down is sealed)

Steve has been hitting on her all summer. Instead of being in love with Robin, he's in love with R

Robin and R are also really close, Robin tells R she doesn't like guys. R's response is that she's bisexual

R and Robin start dating, Steve finds out and is totally supportive and becomes lesbian supporter bestie

Sorry for that brain rot

So here it is, 3.4k words of 2 sapphic disasters. Also Steve is hopelessly in like with y/n and doesn't realize she's just flirting back so he does the chores she doesn't want to. Also she's so casually dominant even before she and Robin get together. And calls literally everyone babe. I hope you like it and yes, part 2 is already planned based on the second ask (if you don't mind @manyfandomsfanvergent) And never apologize for the brain rot. I promise I adore it!

“I get 15, right?” Y/n asked Robin, just to be sure before she left for her break. 

“When are you here til?”

“I’m closing with Steve, so 9?”

“Take 30 then. It’ll probably be even later since he has to mop the floor twice with all the drool he leaves just being in the same room as you.”

“He’s not that bad, did you see him when Tammy Thompson came through?” If she noticed the way Robin flushed at the name, she didn’t say anything. “I thought he was gonna follow her out of the store with his tongue hanging out like a lost puppy.”

“Yeah-eheh, that’s totally something Steve, and only Steve would do.” She was kicking a loose sprinkle around to keep her focus on anything but the girl she was totally and entirely not in love with. She looked up when she heard the timecard being pulled out of its slot. “You don’t have to clock out. You’re only scheduled for a 15, just take 30 and I’ll cover for you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want you breaking company policy over me.”

“Screw company policy. Go get something to eat before you're stuck with Dingus for another,” she checked her watch. “4 hours. Give or take.”

“How will I survive?” y/n groaned. 

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” Robin had to watch Steve relentlessly flirt with y/n since his first day. From the second she walked in to ask for a scoop and an application, he’s been incorrigible. ‘Don’t think they’d turn a pretty girl like you down.’  And she’s been eating all of it up from the moment she first donned that ridiculous hat and he and Robin began training her. 

‘Oh, Steve, could you get that for me? I can’t reach. Thank you, babe.’ And,‘Hey, Stevie, the S.S. Harrington get shot down again?’ She’d pout and hold out a sample for him while Robin crossed another tally off the “You Rule; You Suck” board. “Like the Lusitania,” Robin would say, which made Steve’s face contort into one of rapt confusion. Then of course y/n would take pity on him and explain it. It was clear she liked him, well, clear to Robin she did. 

“Guess I’ll just have the thought of coming back in the morning and opening with you to keep me going, babe.” She kissed Robin’s cheek then passed through the swinging doors to the front. “Bye, Stevie,” Robin heard her say in that faux sultry voice she always used with him. Not that she was really paying attention to anything other than the stamp on her cheek. Shimmery, sticky, pink.

“Woah, leaving me so soon sweetheart?” Steve said, clearly completely ignoring the customer standing in front of him to follow y/n from the other side of the counter. 

“You’ll have me all night. Maybe a little longer if you clean up for me.” She walked backwards while she talked to him and smirked at the dumbfounded look her wink left on Steve’s face. She spun around dramatically just to distract him a little longer once she got out the door.

“Sorry ma’am, what were you getting?” Robin asked the woman whose order had just been taken by Steve but obviously never fulfilled, as seen by the annoyed look on her face and nasty glance towards Steve. Robin hip checked him out of the way from the flavor she needed. “If you’re not going to help customers you can at least go in the back and do something useful.”

“Yeah, yeah, probably-I should-yeah.”

Robin rolled her eyes, “Will that be all for today?”

***

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin slid out with the board from one side of the back counter and y/n handed her the marker from the other. 

“You are O-for-6, Popeye,” y/n said as Robin added another strike to the tally.

“Yeah, yeah, I can count.”

“You know that means you suck?”

“Robin, don’t be mean. He’s trying. I think it’s sweet.”

“I think it’s pathetic,” they both had a tough habit of talking about him like he wasn’t right there.

“Still here,” he reminded them. “It’s this stupid hat, I am telling you. It is totally blowing my best feature.”

“Yeah, company policy is a real drag,” Robin said with faux sympathy.

“I don’t know, I think it adds to the look,” y/n thought out loud.

Steve perked up at that. “Really?”

“Yeah, wait let me see. Take it off,” she made a slight face. “Back on.” She kept changing directions, “oh yeah…No, no, not like that. To the left, no your other left, other other left. Mmm, take it off?” That just messed up his hair further. “Hmm, push it more towards the back, oh yeah, like that, that’s perfect.” She waved him closer. “Yeah, oh yes, just like this.” She messed with his hair a little and snuck her hand into his pocket to pull out his pink cherry lip balm he thought no one knew about. “Go like this.” She pouted her lips out and he copied her. She held his chin and smudged  it on his lips then gave him the quickest, shortest peck, there was probably still a centimeter of space between them, the only things touching were the tips of their noses. “Now let’s hope that can tide you over til your next date, Popeye, ‘cause it’s all you’ll ever be getting from me.” She smiled and shook his chin affectionately before letting go. She got all her things from the back and clocked out.

“I’m just gonna look around for a little bit and find something to eat, then I’ll be back to pick you up, yeah?” 

Y/n had been driving Robin whenever her parents weren’t able to. She noticed her coming in out of breath a couple times since she rode her bike and Robin didn’t take her up on her immediate offer but finally did, when she walked in drenched and dripping through the hallway, having biked the last mile and a half through the rain. 

~~~

Y/n came in a minute behind her, following the trail of drips down the hall, she started doting all over Robin. ‘Steve, can you wait just a few minutes before punching out?” She hadn’t used her usual teasing, flirty voice, and she also didn’t wait for an answer before shoving her hand in the tip jar and running out before he could tell her those were his tips. “Thank you Stevie, I’ll owe ya forever.” She sprinted to the department store and bought the fluffiest towel she could find, as well as the most neutral blue t-shirt and shorts. She shoved the change (money from her wallet) back into the jar, definitely more than she took out of it, and wrapped Robin up in the towel. “My little burrito.” ‘This is an ice cream shop, not a taco shop, y/n.’ “I know, but you look so cute like this.” She booped Robin on the nose and told Steve to give them 5 more minutes and that he could get all her tips the next time they worked together. ‘What’s the 5 minutes for?’ Robin asked. “You think I’m letting you stay in these dripping wet clothes while we work in a literal refrigerator? Not on my watch.” She pulled Robin into the dark storage closet, the lone lightbulb long since needing a replacement. Not quite at the flickering stage, but still hardly doing more than a nightlight. Robin tried to keep her focus on boxes of extra toppings, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate sprinkles, red white and blue sprinkles, star sprinkles, heart sprinkles. Wow, somebody should really alphabetize this. “You can look, if you want. You don’t have to stare at the wall.” ‘I don’t wanna um, bother you.’ “Robin, babe, I pulled you into a supply closet, I brought this all upon myself. If anyone’s uncomfortable it’s you. You’re soaked to the bone. And so tense. You gotta relax.” She ghosted her fingertips down Robin’s arm, though she stayed facing the abounding boxes of sprinkles, trying to come up with a better means of organization. She took Robin’s hand and closed her fist around the dry uniform. Warm, Robin thought. “I’ll bring you a bag for the wet one, I’ll take care of the front, you take your time.” ‘What about you?’ “I’ll just wear this.” ‘But Kurt (the owner) is coming today. You’ll get in trouble.’ “Don’t worry about me, love. Put the uniform on. I’ll leave the bag on the handle.”

~~~

“Yeah, that’s- that’s fine.” She shook herself out of her memory/daydream and Steve came up to the second register with her. 

Y/n came up next to Robin. “I’ll be back,” she whispered like the Terminator. Robin giggled and y/n kissed her shoulder through the polyester of her uniform. She rubbed her back a few times. “Bye, Steve.” He raised his hand in place of a wave with all the new customers coming up to him. “Bye, Robin.” 

Steve dropped the scoop he was holding into the wrong flavor, his jaw practically on the floor. Robin in a similar state, turning as red as cherries jubilee from her chest up to her ears. Steve scoffed a laugh before he composed himself and finished taking the man’s payment. A group of girls walked up to the register while y/n was navigating her way out of the busy storefront. “Ahoy, Ladies!” He shouted. Partially because he was in a bit of a rut and partially to pull Robin out of whatever daze she was in, oh my god, Oh my god, Oh My God! What is happening?! She didn’t say it like that to me! She never says anything to me like that. Only to Steve. Lord have mercy on my poor gay soul. Either way it worked and Robin looked up just in time to see y/n jump and put a hand to her chest at the outburst. She looked back to Steve and Robin and had a whole conversation with her across the room, get a load of this guy, she rolled her eyes and waved one last time with a smile like Robin had never seen. All shy and soft.

***

The store was empty and since it was that weird time of day when it's too late for lunch but too early for dinner, especially when you're having ice cream for either, Steve and Robin were just sitting in the back eating bananas and twirling their hats on their fingers.

“So,” Steve started, “what do you think of y/n?”

“What do you mean what do I think of her?”

“I mean, think of her and what do you think?”

Robin had not had nearly enough iced coffee for this conversation.

“She’s nice.”

“Elaborate.”

“How?”

“Tell me more things.”

“What do you think of her?”

“Avoiding the question, I see.”

“Answer.”

“She’s pretty, and she’s smart, and she has good taste in music. And movies, too.” He held his hand out with a limp banana to gesture for her answer.

“Why are you asking me this?”

“Nothing better to do. You know her from school?”

“Yeah, just a few classes though. And art last year.”

“But I thought you were into the whole music thing?”

Robin only shrugged and checked the clock for how much longer she’d have to suffer until y/n came back like a knight in navy blue polycotton. 

The dinging of the bell in front pulled them from that conversation. At least for a little while.

Then Robin’s shift was almost up and she was checking her reflection on the refrigerator door. 

“Is that lipgloss?” Steve came in for another stack of cones. 

“What?” Robin shoved the tube into her pocket faster than you can say ‘Robin, you’re in love.’ “No, just, um my lips are chapped, dehydrated. I haven’t had any water today.”

“Hmm.” He thought about all the times y/n had to remind her to drink. Always so sweet about it too, ‘Go drink, baby.’ He just pinned it on her being a natural flirt. But now it seemed like it was quite a bit more than that.

“Oh,” Steve’s voice dropped a whole octave. He started pointing his fingers at Robin, then putting them together and pulling them apart, I connected the dots.

“What ‘oh?’ No ‘oh.’ There's no ‘oh’. There's nothing to ‘oh’.”

“You like her.”

“Pfft, what no- I don’t-ha. I don’t like y/n. Why would you say that?”

He just stood there blinking.

“Steve. Why would you say that?” She wasn’t really in the mood to hear the once all powerful king of Hawkins high, one of the least observant people she’s ever met, say he’s figured out the one thing she needed to keep hidden. The worry and urgency apparent in her voice.

“I never said who. You like y/n!” 

“Could you keep it down! Please!”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He held up his hands in surrender, then got a conspiratorial look on his face, something similar to the gossiping church ladies that come in every Sunday. “So…are you gonna tell her?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’re obviously in love with her, tell her.”

“Steve, I cannot be obviously anything with her. I can’t tell her.”

“Whu-why not?”

“Steve, she clearly likes you. I don’t think she’s into girls and even if she was, it’s not like we can go out or anything.”

“Sure you can.”

“Where?”

“Girls come here on dates all the time. Have you been to a movie theater? Girls go with girls all the time.”

“Yeah, but not like that.”

“How do you know? And how do you know I didn’t see her let her friends in through the back door, ask them about their date, and tell them she wishes she had a girl to go on cute dates like theirs with?”

“Because that can’t happen.” Then it hit her, what he actually said. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, yeah. Obviously, she’s not immune to the Harrington charm, but I think you might have a shot.” He could tell she wasn’t very convinced. “Come on, I’ll be your wingman.”

“You haven’t gotten a date in months.”

“But there was once a time I went months before my weekends were free.” Of course he had to choose the most roundabout way to say the simplest thing. “I got a lot of dates, I mean.”

“How is that supposed to help me?”

“You gotta be subtle. Sneaky. Like a- a ninja or something. Let her come to you.”

“She’s not a wild rabbit, dingus.”

“Yes, but she’s a- she’s a-uh- I don’t know. Just start dropping hints.”

“Great advice, really, riveting stuff but she’s gonna be back soon and I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Oh, come on.” He groaned, “Where’s your…”he snapped until he got the right word, “prowess.”

“Again, she’s not a wild animal, Steve.”

“Just let me be your wingman. I’ll be so subtle, she won’t even know what hit her.”

“If I say yes will you stop asking?”

“Absolutely.”

“Fine, but do not make it obvious.”

“Aye-aye, captain.” He saluted. 

The pre dinner rush was up and it was finally Robin’s turn to go home, y/n was helping her carry all her things out. She picked up her metal water bottle. “It’s still so full, Rob. Drink more for me while we’re in the car, yeah?”

“Ok.”

“Good.”

Steve came back in under the guise of getting more cones again, though there were still plenty out front. “You heading out, Rob?”

“Yeah? It’s 5:10, 10 minutes after I was supposed to leave.”

“Oh no,” y/n lamented, “Did I keep you waiting? I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, not at all. There was just a rush out of nowhere and Erica and her friends wouldn’t leave.”

“Oh, ok.” She looked around the small room. “Is that everything?”

“Yeah, I think,” Robin answered.

“Bye- oh!” Steve was real close, reaching behind her to get a pen though there were five on the other table. 

“Robin likes boobies,” he whispered, but not very well. 

“What?!” 

“Hmm? Did you hear something? Must have been the fridge, you know this thing is on its last legs.” He smacked the door and it made a long groan. They collectively took a large step back and Steve took one further to Robin. “You got this, champ. Remember, prowess.” He clapped her on the back then shook her shoulders. Her eyes were wide with panic. This was the absolute opposite of subtle.

“Ummm, hate to interrupt whatever uh…this…is. But are you ready to go, babe?” She came between the two of them and guided Robin to turn around and walk out the door. Steve gave her one last double thumbs up then hid them when y/n turned around. “Uh, bye, Steve.”

“Bye y/n, you ladies have fun! But not too much fun.” He made the motion of ‘eyes on you.’

“Uh, yeah, later.” Y/n started walking quickly down the hall, pulling Robin with her. “That was weird, right? He was definitely acting weird.”

“Yeah, no idea what that’s about.”

“Weird.” She opened the passenger door for Robin. “Your place or mine?”

“I kinda wanna change.”

“Of course.”

The drive to Robin’s was a bit longer than the one to y/n’s and was filled with her nervous drumming on the wheel. “Are you ok?” Robin asked her.

“Yeah,” it sounded too much like a question for her liking. “Yeah,” she said more surely this time. “Um, I have a question. And, uh, you can definitely say no, or just like not answer at all and we just forget I ever asked.”

“Uh, yeah, shoot.”

“Um so, uh, if I…if I asked you to go out to dinner with me, how would you take it, and um, what would you say?”

Both of them had the same fear that the other could feel their heart beating and melting out of their chest at the same time. 

“You mean like, out? Like- like a date?”

“Yeah?”

“I’d say- I’d say yes?”

Robin was looking right at her but y/n was scared that if she looked at her, she wouldn’t be able to look away, and of course she had to keep her eyes on the road. But that didn’t stop a smile so big it hurt her cheeks from growing on her face.  

“And what if I asked you where you wanted to go?” 

“Somewhere quiet, but busy enough no one pays any attention to us,” Robin answered with equal excitement.

“What if I said tonight?”

“I’d say yes.”

“And if I dropped you off but asked you your favorite flowers before you shut the door?”

“Surprise me.” Y/n already planned a bouquet of camellias, only because Robin mentioned a book a few weeks ago, La Dame aux Camélias.

She put the car into park and looked right into Robin’s stormy blue eyes, brewing with light and excitement.“I will.” She walked Robin to the front door and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “You have one hour, gorgeous.”

“One hour?”

“I made the reservations this morning.”

“What!?”

“Steve’s not as quiet and you’re not as subtle as either of you think you are. And I thought it’d be a good way to force myself to say something. And, also, you have an hour because you don’t have enough time to panic about your outfit. Show up in your little sailor suit, I won’t mind.” She twirled the tail of her crosstie.

Robin took that hand and kissed her knuckles. “I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah you will,” she walked backwards to her car. “Drink your water! I don’t wanna kiss chapped lips!”

Every like, reblog, tag, and comment is so immensely appreciated, I promise. If I can come up with any way to express my gratitude, I'll definitely tell you mwah mwah mwah <3, until next time 💖

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i’ve decided to start projecting a lot of bisexual polyamorous feelings onto steve harrington and there’s nothing the duffer brothers can do to stop me 

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Hidden Gem Friday

We're back on Hidden Gem Friday lads! How is it Friday again :OOOOO As always I'm still taking recs for these! You can even send them anonymously if you like (That's how I got one o them today!!)

Someone's a Cuddler by not_a_smooth_man recced to me by the author on anon! 6.7k words (COMPLETE) Steddie- Eddie Centric

Summary:

That morning, though, Eddie came to following what was truly a deep, dreamless sleep. He was cocooned by a warmth that was lulling him into a wakeful state. As he regained consciousness, he began to realize that his left arm was numb, trapped under something warm and heavy. He also noticed that his head was perched on said heavy thing, rising and falling gently. That was the moment Eddie finally realized that he was cuddling Steve’s chest. And oh, not just Steve’s chest, but his bare chest. He had wrapped his arms entirely around him, their legs tangling under the thick comforter. Steve’s body must have responded in their sleep because his arms were draped over Eddie’s form. And because it was just his luck, it seemed that Steve was waking up too. “Mmh,” grunted Steve. He yawned. “Morning,” he said, muffled by Eddie’s hair. “Um.” Eddie said intelligently. Eddie felt Steve chuckle, his chest vibrating with the sound. “Someone’s a cuddler,” Steve said, a hint of teasing in his voice, still heavy with sleep. - Or, Eddie Munson is in love with Steve and accidentally cuddles with him.

My Thoughts:

Okay I really enjoyed this one! It has so much sentiment in it but it isn't saccharine? And I feel like this could have very easily gotten very cheesy but not in the good way. I love cheese, but some cheese is a no. I'm digressing but yes this just felt very nice when you're reading it. It's a trope I've seen used a lot, but I'm never disappointed to read it again, and this is a super cute version of it. I love that you sent it to me dear author!!! Techhhhnically it's not exactly a Hidden Gem because it was only published a few days ago, BUT the author asked me if I could tell people about their fic, so since it's under 2k I thought I would put it in here

A Life For Every Year (And One For After) by Kedreeva recced by me but initially shown to me by @horsegirleddiemunson! 4.7k words (Complete) Generic with Steve & Jonathan at core

Summary:

Steve meets her when he is nine years old. She is skin and bones, and fits in the cup of his hands like a tiny, furry tennis ball and her purr rattles against the skin of his palms. ---- Or, the one where baby Steve adopts the same stray kitten as baby Jonathan.

My Thoughts:

Ough THIS FIC. Okay first off I'll just say I LOVE when people take advantage of canon location settings and the fact that Steve and Jonathan lived in the same woods (and probably ran into those woods to escape from their terrible houses a lot if Castle Byers is any indication) is soooooooo yes The way this is written is so. It just feels good. Like so much of it is heartbreaking (the dog, the moment with Steve explaining why he got Daisy spayed, the Max and Daisy) but it's so heartwarming too. I just really enjoyed reading it, and I loved the reread. It has less than 500 hits and that's simply incomprehensible to me

This Is Why I Need You by beestlesandstars recced by me 3k words (Complete) Stobin Platonic Background Steddie

Summary:

It’s three AM and Robin is trying to remember how Steve liked his coffee.

My Thoughts:

Okay so I have not read this elusive glasses fic that apparently everyone has based fics off of, but I have read this one and it hurt me sm. I've written about one of the duo dying but Robin and not Steve, so seeing it flipped is OUCH. It just gives you that weird hollow chest feeling right before tears? Augh anyway painful but I love it . V V V Good and a super short read because you just flow with it

It's a Date by FeatherForARose aka @steddiealltheway also recced by me 2.7k (Complete)- Steddie w some side Stobin

Summary:

Everyone knows that Eddie is into Steve. It's common knowledge like saying the sky is blue. Only Steve is hesitant to believe it, but when he finally makes a move, it does not go as planned.

My Thoughts:

Omg I read this on Tumblr so long ago and then I found it on ao3 and died reading it all over again. I love common tropes, but I ADORE when writers subvert them. Eddie who didn't know he was gay? Eddie who saw his QPR in Chrissy and didn't realize it wasn't just a crush like Steve didn't realize? ITS SO Augh the recreation of the failed first attempt? Steve using anger as a shield for being upset? Okay I'm just saying plot points but seriously this fic is just such an enjoyable experience from start to finish. Also great characterization of everyone involved :DDD

does it get any easier? by vissers recced by me 5.7k (Complete) Get Dustin and Will w some Dustin and Mike and Dustin and Max

Summary:

“It’s nothing special, just—“ Will began, fighting against the smile that was brewing on his face. He paused, biting down on his lip and squeezing his eyes shut for just a second. “God, this is really embarrassing. We’ve been talking about this dumb crush I have. Among other things, obviously, but… yeah.” If the world hadn’t already been rocked by that giant fucking ‘earthquake’, the prospect of Will Byers having a crush would have had the same effect. Dustin was sure of it. --- Dustin and Will talk D&D, PTSD, and unfortunate crushes.  (part two of will coming out to the party)

My Thoughts:

Oh my goddddddd. YOU GUYS KNOW I love my boys but damn if party centric fics don't just get me right in my heart. This one is so well done with the characters. They feel like themselves, they joke, they get annoyed, and this is a really good Dustin Centric. It deals with his PTSD about Eddie, and there's all these little details thrown in that are clearly put there with such care but only make the story more intricate. It's so well written, and I love Will here and I just. Yeah read this read it nowwww

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Stranger Things Characters as Tweets I Have in My Drafts

Tbh I got bored and decided this would be funny, so enjoy

yes a lot of these are mike wheeler (don’t judge, he’s so me coded)

#stranger things 4 #platonic steve and robin #byler #byler truther #mike wheeler is gay #bi mike truther #gay mike wheeler #idk he could be either but for the purpose of this post i used my bi draft #help idk what to tag #idk what this is tbh #hopefully you found it funny #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #mike wheeler #will byers #argyle #byler endgame #byler is real

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not to be sold separately

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Be My Valentine? (Platonically)

Steve hadn’t been looking forward to Valentine’s Day.

He’d usually enjoyed the holiday in the years before.  In elementary school, it just meant a ton of candy and a class party, and in junior high and high school, he had a valentine every year.  It was a fun holiday.  But his last good Valentine’s had been with Nancy.  1985 had been a total dud, and ‘86 didn’t seem to be shaping up to be much better.

He was sitting in his house alone.  He didn’t have a date.  It was his day off, so he didn’t even have work to distract him, and Robin had been scheduled.  The kids all had their own plans.  He was alone and unhappy, and he had nothing to do other than dwell on it.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his front door, which was weird in and of itself.  People who would knock didn’t really come over to his house.  He’d given Robin a key months ago and while the kids came to Family Video unannounced all the time, they weren’t usually at his house.  He wished it didn’t bother him, it was something so small, but he was on guard all the same as he went over to the door and pulled it open.

Robin was standing on the porch, her arms full.  “Move, dingus, I need to set this shit down.”

Steve was completely nonplussed.  “Robin?  But you were scheduled today, why aren’t you at work?  What is all this stuff?”

“Move, and I’ll explain.”  Robin pushed past him into the house and went through to the kitchen.  Steve followed, his confusion mounting.

“Rob?”

“One second.”  Robin started setting up her stuff on the counter.  There were decorations, art supplies, things to make cookies, and a couple VHS tapes.

“Robin.”

“Okay, okay, relax.”  She turned to him with a smile.  “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, happy Valentine’s, now are you going to explain?”

Robin rolled her eyes.  “So impatient.  I asked for the day off to surprise you.  I knew you were just going to be sitting around here moping, and I couldn’t have that, so you and I are going to spend the day together.  Be my valentine, Steve?  Platonically.”

Steve blinked.  “You - you want to spend Valentine’s Day with me?”

“Yes, aren’t you listening?”

Out of all the half formed theories Steve had come up with as to why Robin was here with a bunch of shit in tow, none of them were even vaguely in the realm of what was actually happening.  He couldn’t believe she would do something like this for him.  “Fuck yeah, Robs, I’ll be your valentine.”

“Great!  I’ve got a ton of shit planned.”  She clapped her hands together with a bright grin and turned back to face the counter.  “We’re going to decorate your house, make each other Valentine’s cards, make cookies, and then spend all night eating them and watching cheesy romantic comedies.”

A smile spread across Steve’s face.  “That sounds… perfect.”

“I should hope so, I planned it.”  Robin untied some balloons from their anchor and handed them to Steve.  “Here, you go tie these around, and I’ll take care of the streamers.”

They spent the next hour decorating the house.  By the time they were done, there was red and white everywhere.  Balloons were tied to the chairs and the stair banister, streamers were hanging in the kitchen and the living room, and heart shaped confetti was spread over the counters and the table.  When they were finished, they got started making cards for each other.

“Remember, you can’t look.”  Robin scooted her paper closer to herself, putting her arm around it.

Steve laughed.  “I’m not, I promise.”

“I’m watching you, dingus.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Steve couldn’t remember the last time he handmade a Valentine’s card.  Elementary school, probably.  He’d learned pretty quickly that the girls he was chasing were happier with something pretty and expensive, like jewelry.  If he’d handed them a card he’d made himself, they probably would have laughed.  But things were different now.

He’d never been much of an artist, but he did his best, cutting out a heart and decorating it with glitter and stickers, then meticulously writing out I love you in the neatest cursive he could manage.  When he was done, he slid it over to Robin.

“Alright, done.  Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She picked it up and smiled.  “I love it, Steve, this is great.  Here, take mine.”

Steve took the card she was holding out, and when he got a good look at it, he couldn’t help laughing slightly.  She’d drawn stick figures of the two of them, complete with their stupid little sailor hats from Scoops.  Across the top, she’d written love you, dingus.  “Thanks, Robs, this is awesome.”

Robin beamed.

They ended up hanging their valentines on the fridge.  They deserved a place of honor.

After the cards, they moved onto making cookies.  Or at least, trying to.  Neither of them really knew how to bake, and it showed.

“Why are there fractions on this thing?”  Steve picked up the recipe and squinted at it.  “Are you sure you didn’t just grab your math homework?”

Robin snatched it out of his hands.  “Yes, Steven, I’m sure.  It’s so you know what size of cups to use.”

“What about all the abbreviations?  What’s a tsp?”

“It’s -”  Robin paused.  “I don’t know.”

“Well, it’s next to the salt, and I doubt you really want a lot of salt in cookies, so it must be something small.  Let’s just put a little bit in and hope for the best.”

Robin shook her head.  “No, you can’t do that.  I know you have to get the measurement’s right, that’s important.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” Steve said, flicking a little flour at her.

“Hey!”  Robin glared at him, but the effect was ruined by her smile.  She grabbed some flour and threw it back.  Before long, they were just hurling flour at each other, the cookies forgotten.

They didn’t bother cleaning up.  Steve’s justification was that it was a holiday and you’re only supposed to do fun things on holidays.  They did change into some different clothes, though, so they wouldn’t get flour all over the house.  Since Robin only had what she was wearing, she just borrowed some of Steve’s.

Luckily, Steve kept his house fairly well stocked, so their plans to eat junk food and watch cheesy rom coms weren't ruined.  They grabbed as much as they could carry from the pantry and took it to the living room.

Romantic comedies weren’t Steve’s favorite, but he found that watching and mocking them with Robin was a lot more fun than watching them with a date.  She had him practically in hysterics all through Secret Admirer and by the time they finished Sixteen Candles, his ribs hurt from laughing so much.

“What do you think, Harrington?” Robin asked as the credits rolled.  “Was it a satisfactory Valentine’s Day?”

“Satisfactory?” Steve repeated a little incredulously.  “It was the best one I’ve ever had.”

She raised an eyebrow.  “Really?”

“Definitely.  Absolutely.  No contest.”

“Alright, alright.”  She shook her head with a smile.  “I’m glad you had fun, Dingus.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Robin.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve.”

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[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

#i'd have like. five. which isn't a lot but IT KEEPS HAPPENING #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #here we go again boys #i've had this floating in my head for a Minute and i was like #nah i'm not gonna do it #maybe i'll anonymously write a fic #but no we're mombin posting on main #i think on twt we agreed it's a 'what's the worst that could happen' situation #platonic co parents can be so so so personal #also i have One more stobin wip and then bg3 again i swear #when i have a baby i Will be putting my giant black wings on beforehand #they have to know what kind of family they're coming into #cw pregnancy

[itsdjover]

They're being chased by a monster and yet their first instinct at hearing Dustin singing on the radio is to judge him. I love them so much.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p

[maddipoof]

There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

hi hi can u do robin buckley and her asking u to go out with her (which u assume is just as friends) but then she confesses to u on the date and it's just super cute

this is so awkward why cant i phrase things normally

Eeeeeeee thank you, I love you, this has been sitting in my docs for forever but you're finally back so it can finally see the light of day!!!

a/n: ummm to many princess bride references but I love it more than anything soooooo i'll reference it til I die <3 wc:2.4k Also, like, hardly proofread :( but I hope you like it <3 (you're an amazing friend and everyday I'm so grateful for you sara)

“Steve,” Robin rushed behind the counter and kept her back to the edge, a poor attempt to not be recognized. “Steve, Steve, Steve, please, I beg, I can’t do it. You have to help me. When do I ask you for anything?”

“Literally every day.”

“Steve, please, literally I am asking you to help the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and you’re saying no.”

“I still don’t understand why you can’t talk to her.”

“Why can’t I talk to her?!” She looked around frantically trying to find you, making sure you weren’t close enough to hear her panicking. “Jesus Christ! Have you met me?! I’m a disaster. Last time I talked to her, I couldn’t stop!”

“I remember, Keith got all bent out of shape cus you left a line of 3 people.”

“Heh, yeah,” she agreed with a sarcastic laugh. “Also, I was saying so many things even I couldn’t keep up. It was horrible. It was so bad, I—” Steve turned her around by the shoulder and you smiled at her and held up the VHS in your hands. She finished the other half of the rotation and stopped Steve from running off to the back. “You cannot leave me alone, please, I beg of you,” she mouthed.

He twirled his finger around in the air, meaning ‘turn around,’ and pushed the swinging door open with his back, mouthing “Do it”. Leaving Robin to her own devices indefinitely.

“Hi, um, just this.” You put The Princess Bride on the counter. The 5th time you’ve rented it in 6 months (which she definitely knows from the records on your account and definitely not because she’s been keeping a mental note of everything you like. That’d be ridiculous).

“You really like this one.”

Your eyebrows kind of twitched in a way that made her regret so much as breathing wrong around you, but it vanished before she got the chance to grovel for forgiveness. “Yeah, uh, I really like it.”

She doesn’t even need to ask for your phone number anymore. It’s been on constant repeat in her mind since last Saturday and every Saturday before that. “And your phone number?” But she thought it’d be weird, too forward for you to know she knew it by heart.

“You don’t know it by now?” You raised an eyebrow and she gave you a half smile. She typed it in faster than you could watch her fingers to make sure she got it right, and the lack of hesitation did not go unnoticed by you. She really knew it.

“Uh, did you know…while they were filming, Andre the Giant needed an ATV to get around set since it was like, up on a big hill?” She asked while you counted out the change. She didn’t even want exact change. She’d put up with it. She’d make 97 cents for you, even though they’re fresh out of dimes.

“I did know that. Did you know Cary Elwes broke his toe on said ATV?”

“I did not. How’d he manage that?”

“His foot got caught on the petal and I guess it was enough to break his toe.”

“Oh wow.”

“Sorry, it’s uh, a little over.” Your fingers brushed her palm as you handed her the coins.

“Thank you,” she whispered and you felt the chill of her hand, but you wanted nothing more than to warm them in yours and never let go. She never counted change so fast, just to get to give it to you faster; for your fingertips to brush again. “Um, heh–“ she cut herself off for fear of further embarrassment.

“Sorry?”

“What?”

“You were saying something.”

“Yeah, it was dumb. I don’t–“

“It’s not dumb.”

“Yeah?”

“Now I’m curious so you kind of have to tell me now.”

“I suppose I do then. Do you want–” she huffed and started over. “Are you doing anything Thursday night?”

“I’m working til 6, but I’m free after that.”

“Yeah, at the- the arcade.”

“The arcade, yes. But what were you thinking?”

“Hm?”

“You asked if I was busy, was that just out of curiosity or did you want to go out?”

“Go out?”

“Is that a question?”

Robin just then noticed how close both of you were leaning on the counter. “Um, heh,” she cleared her throat with an awkward laugh. “They're having a special showing, at the drive in, just a town over, and uh, I was wondering if you–If you’d wanna go with me?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t have a car, my brother has it that day.”

“I don’t either.”

“My brother usually picks me up, we get off work at the same time so he could just drive me over to yours and we can figure out something else?”

“If you really want to go, we should go. I really want to take you.” You both smiled brighter than the sun at that. But then Robin had to go and have the worst idea of her life. Worse than following a middle schooler into a secret Russian bunker. “Maybe, uh, Steve could drive us?” She definitely saw the way both corners of your mouth dropped, but you were quick to pick them back up.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s uh, that’d be great. Pick me up at 6:15, yeah? Give me a chance to get ready and then we’ll go?” Robin nodded, mortified, dying on the inside, how could she be such an idiot. You spoke while walking backwards towards the door, “Great, you have my number. Give me a call if anything changes.” You never speed walked to the car. You didn’t even have the chance to turn the key in before you were throwing your head back against the rest. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” then you realized you walked out empty handed. No tape in sight. “Goddamn it.” You were not going back in there.

***

“Oooohhh, is somebody ready for their big date?” Cecelia, your coworker, walked into the bathroom where you were checking your eyeliner in the mirror.

“It’s not a date.”

“The drive in with Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington? Sounds like a date to me.”

“He’s just dropping us off.” You so, so, so carefully fixed a flake of mascara without messing up the rest of the look.

“Oh, so you’re going with someone else?” Cecelia leaned her back against the small cabinet diagonal from the 2 stalls. “Tell me everything.”

“You know the girl he works with, Robin?” She cocked her head. “Buckley?” Still nothing. “Dirty blonde, in the marching band, plays the trumpet, took AP Spanish freshman year? It was a whole thing.”

“Oh her. Yes, yes, I know her…You’re going on a date with her?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping yeah, but now she’s having Steve drive us ‘cause neither of us have a car, so now I just don’t know.”

“But you want it to be a date?” She stepped up to you and licked her thumb to fix your lipstick.

“Yeah.”

“Then kick him out. Make him fetch you guys some drinks, some popcorn. Tell him to see how many numbers he can get before the Fire Swamp.”

“They’re like a bonded pair! I can’t just separate them like that.”

“You can and you must.” And then she checked her watch. “Better watch it, Sappho. You’re cuttin it close. All that yearning is gonna make you late.”

“Fuuuuckkk.” You groaned then practically ran out the door.

Right out the door and right into Robin.

“Hi,” you smiled regardless of the disappointment in the lack of romantic undertones. You smiled big, and so did she, like your faces didn’t know how to do anything else when you looked at each other.

“Hi, how– how are you? I didn’t mean to scare you, they told me you’d be back here and I didn’t want to seem like a jerk and wait in the car for you to come out because that’d be– that’d be pretty, really shitty. And… yeah, how are you?” You were surprised she didn’t run out of breath, she hasn’t run herself out like that to you in a while. She hasn’t been nervous around you like that in a while.

“I’m good, better now that you’re here. How are you?”

“Good, really good. It starts at 7 but we should get going now if you want a good spot.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Perfect…I, uh, I hope you don’t mind, Steve brought Max and El, the boys had a campaign and they were all bored.”

Everything she says makes this less and less of a date. Whatever, doesn’t matter, you’ll take her in whatever way you can get her.

“No, that's ok. They’re cool.”

“The coolest.” She offered you her arm which you gladly took.

You’d known each other for months, why did it feel like you didn’t know what to do with each other.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” Steve asked when he got out to open the back door for both of you.

“Good, pretty good. I’m excited for tonight.”

“Good. I should warn you, me and the kids–” “We’re not kids.” “ –will probably be taking off early, Max wants to go look at some supernatural museum she found nearby, but we’ll definitely be back to pick you guys up. It’s a pretty short walk.”

“We have to walk there?!” Max asked with enough attitude to rival Mike’s. Steve gave her a look paired with a sharp nod trying to get her into the front seat. Trying his hardest to be a good wingman.

She shook her head and mouthed fine, then El took the middle seat and Max did the same head nod with her to get her to one side. Robin slid in first to take the middle and you got the seat next to her.

It was a fun ride, Steve and the girls were at their funniest, doing their best to paint Robin in only the most complimenting light. You got the perfect spot. Not too close to the front or back, the perfect distance to see the whole screen but not have it in your face and the concession stand was far enough that it was a walk but there’d be none of it’s traffic buzzing around you.

Somehow, Robin convinced you to stay behind and fix the radio to the right frequency while Steve took her to get a pep talk drinks and popcorn before he left.

“You’re gonna be fine. You were great in the car.”

“Steve, no, listen to me, I cannot do this alone. You cannot leave me.”

“Robin, listen to me. Ok? The whole time in the car she was smiling, she’s having a great time. She really likes you. You feel that electricity?”

“What?”

“The electricity? Between you guys, it’s like off the charts. You got this, man. You’re fine.” He put a hand on her shoulder and El handed her the massive popcorn from one side and Max gave her the extra large slushy with two straws from the other. Then they both gave her big smiles and two thumbs up.

“You got this,” El said and Max gave her another pat on the shoulder and off she went.

You had just got the radio right when you saw her coming down the row of cars. Clearly, her hands were overfull so just as she came up to the car you opened the door and oh fuck.

In a flash of blue, slushie was all over. All over Robin, that is. “Oh thank god none of it got in the car.” She gasped, though her lips were on their way to turning just as blue.

“Robin, no, what about you?!” The urgency was enough to pull you over the center console rather than out the door and around the front to brush off the few pieces that clumped together. “Are you ok?! I don’t care about the car. I’m so sorry, my depth perception has been so messed up from staring at the computer all day, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was– I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” she mumbled.

“Come on, let’s go change.” You started pulling her in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Into what, I’m soaked.”

“Yeah and if you don’t get into something dry; like my sweatshirt that I promise you I don’t need before you try and tell me I’ll be cold; you’ll freeze.”

“I really don’t– You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. Come on.”

You took her into the family one, the big clean one right in the center of all the rest. “Here.” You pulled off the big, fluffy, crew neck and she thought she’d drop dead when she caught sight of the way your shirt rose up the slightest bit. You held it out to her and it took her a second to remember that she wasn’t dreaming.

“Thank you,” and leave it to Robin Buckley to say the dumbest joke at the worst moment. Just as she was about to pull her soaked shirt over her head, “Wow, and here I was thinking we’d get to at least a third date before you got me in such a compromising position.” She said with an unforced laugh at the end with her head still deep inside her sweatshirt so she didn’t see the feature film that was your face trying to figure out what she meant.

“This is a date?”

Really catching her off guard while she’s pulling a soaked bra, now probably stained blue, out of the sleeve.

“Uh, did you– I just– I thought–” She tried to go for the door but you caught her eye.

“I want it to be.”

“You do?”

“I’ve been tearing myself up all week ‘cause I wasn’t sure. But I really wanted it to be. So,, is it?”

She nodded fervently, “Yes, yeah, absolutely.”

“Good, so uh, do you maybe wanna go get some hot chocolates instead and we can take that blanket Steve was trying to be sneaky about and cuddle in the back seat?”

“As you wish.”

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it and if you did I'd love to hear what you think <3 Comments and reblogs mean the world to me 💕💕💕 Support your creators babes

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[steviesbicrisis]

To me it’s the fact that Steve assumed Robin had a license but still woke up 3 hours before his work shift to drive her to school everyday.

That is not a plot hole everybody, that is just the kind of person Steve Harrington is.

#you dont understand #what a great friend Steve is #this is the main reason why I don’t want his story to revolve again around Nancy #it’s him and Robin and they have the greatest friendship in the show #these two mf will get married and live together and it’s going to be 10000% platonic #if you look up platonic soulmates in the dictionary SBAM just pictures of Stobin #Im done bye #steve harrington #platonic stobin #robin buckley #stranger things

[meiz-draws]

Bonus sketch:

One day, Eddie suggested getting a pet.

And brought this guy home.

Plot-twist: Steve hates birds. Or hated?

#I drew a second picture the last and I can't unsee the difference between this picture and the others #obviously Steve soon became friends with Ramses #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie art #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #platonic stobin #stranger things #stranger things 4

[averagestudent03]

I Know The End: S4, Chapter Two, Cold Pizza & Miscommunication

(Pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader, stranger things rewrite)

Word Count: 5.8k

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(A/N: Welcome back! I'm aware it's been a while since my last post but I've had exams and just general stress in life! Luckily everything is slightly easier now and I hope to get into a routine for Chapters again :) As always, reblogs and comments are hugely appreciated as they are ridiculously motivational, and I enjoy reading them all! All stranger things content and characters belong to the Duffer brothers, and I hope you enjoy Chapter Two!)

Series warnings: Gruesome imagery- Sharp objects, threats, snapped bones, expletives, jealousy, fear of abandonment, era-relevant homophobia, mentions of nausea, mentions of blood, slight angst? One use of Y/N, series-level gore, mentions of nausea and sick, etc. Each set of warnings is individual to the chapter and specified at the beginning.

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22/03/1986

Maxine Mayfield had never been one for eccentric gestures. 

The exaggerated hugs that last a fraction of a second too long, the held hands or larger-than-life confessions for her love. Nothing, leaving her void and empty.

No, the Mayfield had remained stoic and cold, bitter from the years of torment from her brother. Now below the ground, obviously, she knew that he couldn't hurt her. In some ways she was glad he was gone. No more walking on eggshells. Quiet footsteps, screaming obscenities.

No more chaos.

Maybe that made her a bad person. 

She'd never know. Not like she'd ever admit it to anyone.

However, as much of an asshole as Billy Hargrove had been, he had never once shied away from touch. From bed-warmers, from rather pretty girls that sat behind him in lessons, from anyone that could get their hands on him. He craved it, if anything. It fed him. 

The constant need for validation slowly wormed its way into him, festering like a maggot in a corpse. The desire to replace Neil's shy lashings with a gentle press of a palm against his face. Of a hand through his hair. He had never shied away from admissions, or affection; instead he begged for it at every turn.

Another thing the Mayfield girl refused to have in common with him. Still, although she had never been overly entranced by the idea of large, monumental, earth-shattering gestures, she knew that they existed. She knew that individuals chased the rush that they gave them, even if it were only fingertips brushing. An eye-catching glance across the corridor when no one else was looking.

(Maybe she'd liked it from someone, but the day would come where hell would freeze over before she choked out that she did, in fact, and maybe always did, love Lucas Sinclair.)

So, it had not come as much of a surprise when she found Eddie Munson, Hawkins High's resident freak, pelting it out of his trailer park in the middle of the night. Coinciding with the flickering of the lights, the deep and inhumane groaning that came from what lurked in the shadows.

It did not come as a surprise, because although she was not social, Max paid attention. Far too much attention, as she very much enjoyed keeping an eye on her boys. An eye on who Lucas, Mike and Dustin had recently been fawning over, and so it only made sense that he had made a more than ideal role model. A boy with big ideas and an even bolder personality to match. Craving the attention. The looks. The stares. Even the grimaces. He wanted it all.

She had seen much worse from her neighbour, and therefore, she didn't take the actions as gospel. A warning. A premonition, or anything unusual at all. Instead, she wallowed in her empty house, and slept the night away as he fled his. Blissfully unaware of the cheerleader with broken bones pinned to his ceiling.

Until the next morning, that is. When the police rolled up in waves, harassing old Wayne Munson, attempting to get Eddie's location to spill from his lips. The man remained firm, holding his ground as he stared down the young police officers. Officer Callahan in particular, of which he'd run into a multitude of times.

(Once to bail Eddie out for a night, the reason for his very first repeat of the year. He'd been caught smuggling some of his stash over the border, and they held him in custody for a total of 15 hours and 39 minutes. Wayne had not been happy, already exhausted from a gruelling night at the plant, but he loved his nephew nonetheless. That didn't mean that Eddie wasn't made to grovel with the man for the next two weeks as punishment, though.)

Wayne Munson had never seen anything like it. When he'd returned home in the early hours of the morning, he'd expected to be greeted with the sight of his worn-down nephew, ruffled hair and successfully passed out on the extended sofa. He often didn't make it to his room, especially after a large deal. He would smoke, ride the high and then crash, leaving the remainder of the take-out on the side for Wayne. Chinese, Indian, whatever the boy could get cheap and easy. It meant that he wouldn't go hungry for the night, and Wayne would be content. An easy fix amongst flickering streetlamps and old shitty television. His favourite so far was slices of cold plain pizza, although the man would never admit it to his nephew.

He'd trade all the cold pizza in the world to know that the boy was safe, okay. He didn't know what he'd do if he found out that Eddie's life had taken the same path as the boy's father. He didn't deserve it.

He didn't, Wayne insisted to himself, especially after all he'd been through. 

It had come as a shock to see the Cunningham girl a crumpled heap on his floor, hands outstretched and twitching.

The old man knew better than to hold any hope.

Muscle memory, Eddie had called it. He'd come home to shining lights in the trailer and the boy practically burst with excitement. You followed closely behind, trailing his footsteps as you often did on nights like these.

He had plenty to tell his uncle and the surprise that he wouldn't have to wait until morning, like usual, was reason enough to send a course of elation buzzing through his skin. 'Better than any high,' he claimed. He had burst through, rambling about the success in biology earlier in the day.

How he'd had to research death, rigor-mortis and anything post-deceased related for a campaign, and that the "bitchy teacher who was only miserable because her husband wasn't 'giving it good,' " had insisted on handing him some of the hardest questions known to man; because of his research, he was able to answer all of them without fail. Launching into a spiral about muscle memory, being sent out due to his supposed lack of concern for others concentration (and previous comment that evidently, he'd muttered a little too loud.) You'd done your research too, and had corrected him on the official term as the three of you sat on the floor, a long-abandoned game of monopoly tossed to the side. 

Cadaveric spasms, the old man had heard you say.

Cadaveric spasms, and Chrissy Cunningham laying dead on his floor. Hand twitching, ligaments torn limb from limb. Bending in every direction imaginable, blood trickling from her eyes. Or at least, where they should have been. Where they were, untouched, untainted, a few hours prior.

Cadaveric spasms, and now Wayne Munson's nephew was missing. 

He rushed outside, gathering his thoughts for a moment as he heaved against the side of the trailer. He had no experience in handling anything of the sort before, the girl's crumpled body almost entirely out of his depth. He contemplated phoning the police, and then realised how it would look. Eddie couldn't have done this, the boy had Wayne remove spiders but leave them outside because he wanted to make sure they were alright. He couldn't hurt a fly if he tried.

So, naturally, the only question that remained was who did?

Who would target Chrissy Cunningham, of all people? Why his trailer? Had she been going there anyways? Were the Hellfire boys with Eddie? Was Eddie safe? Were you?

Although he was blissfully unaware of the night you'd spent with the Buckley girl, again, (and technically you'd spent it with Steve too, but he wasn't exactly aware of anything past midnight where he'd dozed on his own couch and the two of you had snuck out to the pool), you were still off his radar. For all he knew, you could've been just as much missing as Eddie. 

Just as much hurt as Eddie.

He found himself not wanting to think on it a moment more, and Wayne Munson picked up the phone. 

The police came quickly, pulling Max from her slumber as she stumbled outside. It wasn't as if she was getting much sleep these days, so anything was a gift, and she really didn't appreciate being woken up this early. Though, catching a sight of Chrissy Cunningham with her limbs broken as easy as porcelain, she figured this may be something important enough to wake for.

And if the flickering lights and ominous pit settling in her stomach weren't enough the night before, she was almost certain something was wrong now. Something, terribly, horrifically wrong.

Meanwhile, You sat alone in your car, fingers drumming rapidly against the steering wheel. Robin had been acting strange recently, including running off on you the night prior the moment your ginger friend was brought up. It set you on edge, especially given that you were going to ask her if you thought Steve should know about the two of you.

If the two of you even were anything. 

She'd done the same thing when you'd offered to pick her up the next morning, she seemed panicked and out of breath the moment Vickie's name was mentioned. In reality, it was because a hole began to form in the pit of her stomach, and she knew it was far too late to tell you about some of the comments she'd made. She didn't mean them, obviously, but you wouldn't know that if you ever found out.

Which you would, inevitably, sooner or later. So you settled your nerves, hoped for the best, and began the terrifying trek towards the store.

Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington dashed around Family Video, the small video store they'd begun working at together over the summer, catering after customers in-between chuckles, whispers and hushed rumours.

He had to admit, it was one of the favourite parts of his day. He would work himself to the bone, insistent on proving his family wrong (albeit they weren't there to witness it), muttering with Robin about you or Vickie before either of you walked in, sometimes both; you'd all have a civilised conversation until their shifts ticked over, and Steve would take you home.

Robin would then find a way to sneak in, but she figured that you weren't quite ready to tell Steve that bit yet.

The bell rang out against the rather-empty store at the same time as Robin dropped a box of tapes, coincidentally masking the noise as you snuck in unannounced. You'd hoped your presence would be that of a positive to brighten either of their days, praying for more than anything that you'd get to see the way Robin's face lit up as her eyes caught on you.

"-then Vickie laughed!" She started, "and it wasn't like a cheap, fake laugh either, it was like a real- a genuine laugh!" 

Steve simply nodded along, eyes trained on your figure as he tensed. He wanted to yell, to scream, to tell her to shut up, anything- but he couldn't. Instead, he found himself paralysed, doomed to watch the train-wreck about to occur.

"Of course she laughed Robin, it's my muppet joke. It's hilarious." He deadpanned, eyes meeting yours in a sorrowful expression as he started to unbox the shelves. He tried sending her a look, one saying 'shut up', but she couldn't quite seem to match his gaze. Only rambling off as enthusiastically as she could about Vickie.

Vickie.

The name echoed in your mind, and you thought back to any of the times Robin had started acting strangely over the past two weeks. They'd all involved her in some way shape or form.

Oh.

Oh God.

Of course, Robin Buckley wasn't actually speaking about Vickie. No, in her mind, Vickie was simply a code name; a name to put to face when describing how your laughter bubbled up in-between the sheets the night prior before she disappeared, mention of the hell that was Starcourt the previous summer.

That didn't quite register with you, unfortunately for her.

"My point is, Vickie laughed. And everything was like- it was perfect!"

Your stomach dropped, and hers grew butterflies, your face appearing in her mind. The way you'd looked, the way you'd felt around her, arms a comfort that she found impossible to describe.

"But?" Steve encouraged, and your eyes flickered back and forth between the two. You decided that you'd had enough, and you began your escape around one of the back doors.

"But I'm having this problem where i's like I should stop talking, I have said everything I need to say, but then I guess I get nervous and the words just keep spilling out and my brain moves faster than my mouth," She rambled, trailing after him like a lost puppy, "or rather my mouth is moving faster than my brain, and it's like I'm digging this hole for myself and I want to stop digging and I'm trying to stop digging but I can't and I'm doing it right now, aren't I?"

Ouch.

You physically winced at the thought of her feeling like that at all, at her rambles feeling unappreciated; but also at the thought that she wasn't nervous about you. She was nervous about Vickie, while being with you. Sort of being with you? You supposed you hadn't made anything official yet, but you thought you'd made yourself clear after Starcourt. 

Either way, she was nervous around Vickie, and she hadn't even told you. Was she planning on telling you?

Was she ever going to tell you?  You wondered, Or was she just going to wait until you got twenty years down the line and then spring it on you that she'd never loved you? That it was just a ruse to get close to your friend?

No. 

Robin wasn't like that. You were certain.

She would've told you; this had to be some sort of misunderstanding, but you didn't want to hear another one of her rambles about the green-eyed girl. You didn't think your heart could take it, much preferring to just give out instead.

"Yeah, you are." Steve mumbled.

"Oh, I'm hopeless." She groaned, head hitting back against one of the nearest signs.

"Eh, we both are."

"If only we could like- combine." She groaned wishfully, thinking back to you once more. She'd been planning to genuinely ask you how you really felt the night before, but immediately choked when Vickie's name had slipped past her lips. Guilt overwhelming her, despite her doing no wrong.

"Combine?"

"Think about it!" She started, and Steve's jaw dropped, impressed at how someone he thought he knew so well could be so cold and callous when you stood less than a few feet away, flowers in hand to surprise your almost girlfriend.

"I know exactly what I want; I found the girl of my dreams but I just can't get the courage to ask her out, meanwhile you go on a million dates, and you have no idea what you want. So if we just combined, all our problems could be solved."

Girl of my dreams.

Your heart broke for a second time that day.

You met Steve's eyes, yours filled with unshed tears as you backed away in total silence, leaving the flowers in your wake as you left Family Video behind.

"You're oblivious, for a start."

"What?"

"Look, I get you like Vickie, but you don't have to keep rubbing it in her face. You have to know that she likes you at this point, and that was just cruel, Robs."

"What are you on about?" She murmured, a star-struck expression painted across her face. 

Who liked her?

"Jones."

Her heart hitched in her throat.

"You didn't- you didn't know she was here?" Steve questioned, raising an eyebrow, in genuine disbelief.

"She was here?" Robin panicked, eyes suddenly wider than they were a second prior. 

"Yes? I know you don't like her so if you could just be nice about it, that would be great." 

It felt as though the girl had been doused in cold water, left dripping wet, stood in the mess that she'd made of a perfectly good situation.

"Steve, listen to me very carefully- how long was she here?" She stressed every syllable, desperate to hear that you hadn't, in fact, heard any of it and that you'd simply left of your own accord.

"Since you talked about how Vickie laughed. Just don't be mean about it, okay? And if she ever manages to face you again, just please don't talk about Vickie?" He felt a sense of pride wash over him, head thinking back to the last time someone had hurt you as badly as he did. He didn't ever want to see that look on your face again.

Wanted to prove that he had changed for the better.

"Oh shit." She cursed, scrambling to grab the flowers as she chased after you, leaving Steve's complete and utter confusion in her path. 

Unfortunately for her, the Camaro was gone, and you were nowhere to be found, leaving only the distant rumbling of your engine in the distance as you went off in search of your raven-haired friend.

"What the hell was that?" Steve panted, remaining hot on her heels and having chased her to the end of the road without stopping. Despite the fact that she was almost continually slightly off-balance, her legs were long and she had the lungs of a brass player, so the girl could run.

"I'll explain later, promise. Do you remember if she said she was working today?"

"What?"

"Steve- focus! Is she working today?"

"Yes! Jesus, calm down. She's working, I'm picking her up in like an hour when our shifts end."

"Thank God," She breathed out a slight sigh of relief, knowing that if everything had come to its worst, you couldn't quite avoid her yet. The two of you could fix things and everything would be alright when the sun came up the morning after.

That's what you did. It's what you were best at. Dinner, your own version, and fixing things. You'd both be alright, she was sure of it.

She quickly found that she couldn't wait that long when the announcement for Chrissy Cunningham's murder appeared on the flickering tv, sending the girl stumbling out of the store and in the direction of your house, momentarily crashing into Dustin Henderson and his newest accomplice, Max Mayfield.

Combined through their common desire to find just the man you were looking for.

Just the man you'd found, actually, as Robin realised quickly when you weren't at your house. Spare key still hidden underneath the front porch mat, she assumed that you hadn't actually come back yet.

And realistically, who else would you be going to if you'd already run from her and Steve?

The windows remained empty, lights off in the absence of love. In the absence of family, just another showy house at the end of a street. One that remained as if it were untouched, only one room coated in posters and post-it notes that Robin Buckley had messily scrawled out in the early hours of the morning. 

She'd survived evil Russians, she could survive a simple missing persons scenario. You hadn't been gone long, but with the drama surrounding the Cunningham girl, she wasn't willing to take any chances. So she did what any reasonable person would do- she broke into your house and called the number you'd given her for emergencies.

Reefer Rick's house- the house you and Eddie had agreed to meet at if anything went bad.

She presumed this was bad enough to be considered bad. She called the number, held her breath, and waited as the dial tone rang.

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"Dude, my tapes!" The dial tone rattled on as Steve Harrington's voice rang out across Family Video, Dustin tapping away at one of the computers after vaulting the counter (the sole reason that Steve's tapes now lay sprawled across the floor), Max fiddling with the phone on the wall. 

"We're setting up base of operations here."

"Base of operations?"

"Get off." Steve grumbled, eyes fixated on the computer.

"No! We need it-"

"For what?"

"To find Eddie's friend's phone numbers!"

The older boy simply shook his head, letting out a sigh through gritted teeth. He'd heard more than he wanted to about Eddie Munson. Besides being his dealer through the majority of High School, Eddie Munson was now no more than an irritating stranger to the boy, a freak he was required to tolerate thanks to the likes of you and Dustin.

"Ah, Eddie. Your new best friend you think is cooler because he plays your nerdy party game?"

"- I never said that!"

"Can this wait? Saturday's our busiest day and Robin already bailed on me."

"Look, I'm sorry," Dustin started, "but this cannot wait until Monday."

"Oh, why, because calling Eddie's friends is an emergency?"

"Correct!"

He ran a hand through his hair, grumbling on about how one day he was going to give in and just strangle the boy.

"Can you just fill him in?" Dustin glanced helplessly over towards Max, waiting for any sort of reaction whatsoever. Instead, the girl refused to flinch, standing her ground and staring the older boy down. She simply rolled her eyes, and began the story.

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"Pick up!" Robin begged, pacing around your kitchen, phone still clutched in shaking hand. God, she didn't even care if you two were on speaking terms anymore, she just wanted you safe.

After the third time of not answering, the rather unsatisfying click signifying the call had ended, she was about ready to give up. She put the phone down, entirely committed to walking away, before she heard the ringtone blaring out across the kitchen as she scrambled to pick it up.

"Jones?" She begged, desperation seeping thick and heavy into her words, lacing them with borderline pathetic empathy as she pleaded to hear your voice on the other end.

A second passed.

A small whisper, a shuffle, a nod of Eddie's head.

"Robs?" You whispered, a small sniffle coming from your end of the phone. Your voice was weaker than usual; you'd been crying. She'd only heard it a few times, but this was different. This time, it wasn't something upsetting you.

It wasn't a stupid fight that had driven one of you to the couch despite neither of you wanting to leave each other's presence, it wasn't a rude name uttered by immature children, it wasn't a scolding from your parents. She even felt slightly relaxed over the fact she hadn't upset you this much.

No, she hadn't upset you this much, that was true. But something had.

Her heartbeat thudded in her ears as she recognised the crying.

This was scared crying.

God, not even that, this was full-blown terrified crying.

This was 'I've got no one else to go to', crying.

'Upside-down', crying.

'I need you, Robs', crying.

"Robs?" You tried again, eager to just hear her voice, a strange comfort after your friend had told you about the horrifying turn of events the evening prior.

"Yes! Yeah, I'm here, I'm okay- I promise. How far's Reefer Rick's, sweetheart?"

"I'm not sure." You murmured.

"Can you tell me how you got there?"

"Same trail we walked in the woods during the summer, small cabin by lover's lake- we're safe for now but can you please hurry?" You begged, and she nodded, blissfully unaware you couldn't see her through the phone.

A moment of silence.

"Robs?"

"Hm?"

"Can you come?"

"Yes! God, yes, of course- sorry, I'm on my way now. Stay safe, alright?"

"Mhm. You too, I'll see you soon. I lo- bye, Robs." You started something but quickly bit your tongue, hanging up before she had a chance to respond. She gritted her teeth, slamming the phone down on the receiver before grabbing her bike again, pedalling as quickly as humanly possible to the cabin.

"Who was that?" Eddie questioned, quivering like a shaking leaf against the boat. He'd crouched down now, back pressed gently up against it as his breathing started to slow- it was good, he was calming slightly. 

"Just Robin. She's okay, she'll believe you."

"What if she doesn't?"

"I did, didn't I?" You asked, small smile flickering at the corners of your lips, evoking a similar reaction in him. You'd gotten the both of you to stop crying now, at least. He figured you were just overly empathic, whilst you fought valiantly to keep the grotesque images of last summer at bay.

"That's different."

"I promise you, she'll believe you."

He only nodded, jumping slightly at the sound of something cluttering to the floor in another room.

"Just the wind- you're okay, you're safe."

He nodded again, only less convinced this time. 

Meanwhile, Nancy Wheeler sat in her car with Fred Benson, motivated beyond words after her chat with Wayne Munson. He'd told her about Eddie, the sweetheart that he is and about what had happened to him. What he'd been through. He couldn't hurt a fly, even if he wanted to.

Wayne Munson told her about how proud he was of him.

She'd been with the boy all afternoon after that, and he seemed to be growing more distant with every second. Disconnected, as if he weren't quite present. Something else playing on his mind.

For him, it was as if someone were simply playing with his head. Toying with him like a puppet, pulling at his strings.

First Chrissy Cunningham, now Fred Benson.

His eyes started first. Flickering back and forth, fixating on things that weren't there. Getting stuck on the shadows against the walls. Reflecting off of edges that weren't quite edges.

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Dustin's eyes caught on the mailbox, a badly painted 'Lipton' in place of what they'd expected to be Reefer, or Rick. After stalking his recent purchases, consisting solely of several Cheech & Chong movies, they'd stumbled upon an address. Robin caught sight of them in the distance, confusion and fear painted across her face for a second before quickly covered by a mask. It was a simple act of defiance to whatever lurked in the shadows; she would not show those kids she was afraid. She refused. They would see her as brave, or they would not see her at all.

"Steve?" She muttered, stepping closer.

"Jesus!" He jumped, spinning on his heel to face her. "God, don't scare me like that. Where did you go earlier?"

She shook her head.

"Doesn't matter. Why are you here?"

"Eddie." Dustin interrupted, and Robin nodded. She could only assume that he was now somehow connected with all of this, that he'd been tangled up in the webbed mess of the Upside Down that most had so cleverly (and obliviously) evaded over the past several years.

He quickly rang the doorbell several times, Steve growing more and more irritated by the second.

"Right, well that's settled. I guess he's not here."

"-Eddie! It's Dustin!" He shouted, Steve wincing and covering his ears at the boy's volume.

"Great." Steve grumbled, eyes rolling involuntarily as Robin elbowed him in the side, him playfully mocking her in response.

"Eddie, look, we swear we just wanna help! Eddie!"

"She's in there." Robin whispered under her breath, eyes catching Steve's against the cold midnight.

"What?"

"Jones."

His eyes widened.

"She's in there- with him?" He suddenly seemed much more panicked, joining Dustin in harassing the windows.

"Rick! Reefer Rick!"

"Don't scream that! Look, he's probably not there. Or just really high. How do you know this is even where he went?"

Max quickly wandered off, flashes in the forest catching her eye. Small glints of nothingness, and for a second, she swore the face of Billy Hargrove appeared between the trees.

There for a second, and then gone, as if he was never there at all. A menacing grin, just as he was in life.

Instead, her eyes caught on a small boathouse near the lake. Robin's smile suddenly widened, a small satisfied sound leaving her mouth in recognition of the house you'd described when you'd first told her about it. Early in the morning, dazed in-between drinks and lazy kisses, right before you both showered. God, she missed you.

"Is that a foot?"

"No, it's a shoe."

"Oh, sorry."

"Hey, guys?" Max glanced back over, shining her flashlight on a small rickety structure, a metal boathouse just off the shore of Lover's Lake. Fitting, Robin supposed. You'd been there once or twice together over the summer.

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Fred Benson stood silently, eyes fixated on the burning wreckage of the car. Whether Nancy had been inside or whether it had been his very first, he wasn't quite sure.

All he knew was that it was burning, he was burning, quickly too, and he could only stand and watch.

He tried to move, but found himself unable, until he felt the slow roll of his eyes into the back of his head. A blank puppet's face, no past, no future, just tilted towards the sky.

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They crept quietly inside, Robin's hands shaking as they searched the property. She didn't want to find you if something had happened; she couldn't lose you. She couldn't.

Steve noticed, evidently, pulling her to the side for a moment to calm her. A silent check in, a nod from Robin, and the two split ways once more.

"What a dump." He muttered, reaching out to grab an old oar coated in a fine layer of dust, leaning against a wall.

Without a moment's hesitation, he had his gaze settled on a small figure in a boat, covered in tarpaulin, and he jammed the oar in as far as it would go.

Dustin practically jumped out of his skin, immediately scalding Steve for his utter carelessness.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" He hissed out in a condescending tone, watching as Steve began battering the boat once more.

"He might be in here!"

"So might she!"

"Who?" Dustin questioned, and Robin glanced over to glare at him, steadily growing fed up with all of them.

"No one."

"No, who's here with Eddie? And how did you even know to come here?"

"Someone was here." Max muttered, knocking over one of the empty bottles on the side.

"Maybe he got spooked and ran?" Robin offered, turning to face the three of them.

"Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar-" Dustin started, quickly cut off.

"Jones is here." Steve interrupted, and Robin quickly shouted her disapproval, Dustin's jaw dropping slightly.

"She's here?"

"Yes, she's here! Now can we all hurry up and find them please?" Robin snapped, watching as the boy retreated into himself, immediately feeling guilty.

"...sorry. Did you seriously grab an oar?"

"Look I know you think you're being funny but considering everyone in this room has almost died like a hundred times, personally, I don't find it that funny-" Before Steve could finish his train of thought, a figure jumped out from behind a shelf, pressing a freezing broken bottle to his neck, watching as he tensed.

Dustin would recognise Eddie's overdramatic mannerisms anywhere.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Steve begged as Eddie shoved him into the nearest wall, shaking slightly as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. He'd only been told about Robin's arrival, and having strangers trying to find him was not exactly calming for his nerves.

"Woah woah, woah! Eddie, stop!" Dustin yelled out, reaching out for the older boy. 

"Eddie! Eddie!" The recognition seemed to spark in his eyes, realising that out of everyone, Dustin Henderson was not someone out for blood. Steve Harrington, maybe, but not Dustin Henderson.

"It's me!" He reassured, watching Eddie calm slightly at the sight of him while Robin looked frantically around for you.

"It's Dustin. This is Steve-" He introduced carefully, using a tone in which you'd use to calm a skittish animal, "He's not gonna hurt you, right Steve?"

Eyed wide, Steve Harrington shook his head, attempting to gently pry the weapon from his own throat.

"Right, yeah."

"Steve, why don't you drop the oar?"

He hesitated and dropped the oar, only for Eddie to press the makeshift knife further against his neck, causing the boy to wince.

"Eddie!" You cried out, stepping out from the shadows to attempt to stop him, interrupted by Dustin as Robin's eyes caught on you. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing you were alright and evidently more than okay. Not crying anymore, at least.

"It's cool, he's cool!"

"I'm cool, man, I'm cool-" Steve pleaded, Eddie's grip on the knife tight.

"What are you doing here?" He choked out through gritted teeth.

"They're here to help-" You muttered and he turned to glance at you.

"All of them? Thought you only called Buckley?"

"I did-"

"So why are they all here?"

"Look," Dustin started, "We're looking for you! We're here to help! Eddie, come on, these are my friends- you know Robin, from band!"

He gestured to her and in response she raised her hands to her lips, badly imitating playing a trumpet before fading back into awkward silence, not breaking eye contact with the man. Was that a thing for people? Aggression though eye contact? She swore she heard it on a documentary once.

You fought to bite back a smile, watching the girl fidget awkwardly, struggling to stop playing her faux trumpet before Eddie shot her another glare.

"This is my friend Max: the one who never wants to play D&D?" The girl waved awkwardly before Dustin continued, "Eddie, we're on your side."

"I swear on my mother! Right guys?"

"Yes, right!"

"On Dustin's-"

"-yeah, on Dustin's mother-"

A chorus of voices overlapped as he glanced at you, lowering the jagged bottle slightly.

A moment passed, Steve wincing once more before Eddie pulled the makeshift knife from his throat completely, going and slumping in the corner of the room. Steve grasped at his throat, double-checking for any injuries and Robin stepped closer to you, slipping a hand into yours.

She wanted to pull you closer, to wrap you in her arms and have you both mumble sweet nothings, reassurances that it would all be okay. To throw herself into your arms and stay there, permanently, but this was not the time.

She settled on your hand, gently mumbling that the two of you needed to talk before the night was over.

Unfortunately, that would not be possible on a technicality, as the seconds on your watch hit twelve, and somewhere in Hawkins Fred Benson shot up from his trance in the middle of the road; bones cracking before slumping to a crumpled heap on the floor.

Henry Creel had an army of puppets, and one by one, he was making good on his promise.

He was cutting them all free.

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[dynamic-power]

Steve is walking down the hallway towards his math class when it happens.

Someone bumps into him, a girl he only vaguely recognizes, and she reaches out and grabs his hand to steady herself.

His vision explodes with what he knows must be color. Bright shades assault his eyes, shades he doesn't even have names for. His classmates' clothes, the tiles beneath his feet, the homecoming sign above him. Even the lights have taken on a new hue, washing Steve's entire world in something completely alien.

The girl looks as shocked as steve feels. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth drooped open as she spins in a slow circle. She's pretty, he thinks. Short hair, soft features, an unusual sense of style. She's clutching an instrument case, and he thinks that's why he recognizes her.

"Uh," he says, catching her attention. "Hi."

Her mouth opens, closes, opens once more, and then she dashes away from him, disappearing into the throng of students.

He spends the rest of the day cataloging colors. By the time he's climbing into his car (which is a color he still can't name, but has decided he likes) he's found at least a dozen different shades, and he wonders how they all fit into the seven colors he's been told are in the rainbow.

He tells his mom when he gets home that day. She is ecstatic. When Steve admits he doesn't have anything to tell about the girl herself, his mom turns her attention on naming colors for him.

It becomes quickly apparent that something isn't quite right. He'd been so focused on everything that was new that he hadn't realized what was the same. He still sees a lot of grays. Blues, purples, greens,and violets are all still lost on him.

That doesn't make what he can see any less spectacular, though. Oranges, reds, pinks, yellows. The yellows are his favorite.

He'll meet his other soulmate, his mother assures him, as they sit in the backyard, admiring the rich golds and reds of the trees that he can now see, standing out against the gray of the sky he knows should be blue.

He does, about two years later. He's picking Henderson up from school one afternoon, but instead of Dustin climbing into the front seat like usual, the back door swings open violently and not one but two figures scramble into the back seat.

"Henderson, what the fuck?!?"

"Drive!" Henderson screeches, his head popping up between the seats. "Go, go, go!" A hand, not Dustin's, reaches out as the stranger tries to sit himself up and fingers graze his temple as he's peeling away from the curb.

"Motherfucking assmunch-" Dustin is saying, "thinking he can get away with that shit-"

But Steve isn't paying attention, because the trees are green and the sky is blue and the world is suddenly right.

Steve looks into the rearview mirror and meets the gaze of a shocked-looking Eddie Munson.

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[rogueddie]

Steve, who didn't come out to Robin when she did in the Starcourt bathrooms bc he didn't want to take away from her moment, entirely forgetting that he never came out to her and subsequently gives her the bitchiest look when she almost chokes to death at his casual "god I want that guy to rail me"

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