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czarojay · 5 months
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when you're punk but your wife is pink
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hadidstil · 1 year
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STREETWEAR    ( inspo )   outfits.
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my hand was the one you reached for.
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env0 · 9 months
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Soul grind 180° out.
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If you’re still taking requests, can I ask for 8. sweater weather and either romantic steddie Or platonic stobin?
i wasn't expecting this thing to grow legs and run as far as it did. i'm sure i lost the original plot somewhere along the way. but i hope you like it! takes place after the events of spring break and is a companion piece to this. also now on ao3
Robin will admit she's a bit of a clothes thief. 80% of her closet now consists of every article of clothing she'd ever stolen from Steve's wardrobe.
Though, stealing is a strong word, she thinks. They're more like hand-me-downs, or "a charitable donation to the less fortunate, Steve. I won't get mad if you write it off your taxes, pinky promise."
Most of the clothes Steve doesn't even realize are gone until Robin wears it to work or a movie night. Just gives her a once over, an appreciative nod, and a "looks nice, Rob. Better on you than me." Which.
Okay.
They're platonic soulmates. Best friends. Twin flames, even. Everybody knows this. They've both come out to the party and Steve is with Eddie exclusively now, so there's no romantic feelings between them whatsoever— excluding the brief moment of one sided attraction on Steve's end.
But.
Steve is still Steve.
He's still Steve Harrington.
His natural state is casual flirting even if he doesn't mean anything by it and Robin is 100% a hot blooded lesbian, but his easy compliments still manage to make her tummy flutter and her cheeks pink as she fights the smile trying to worm its way onto her face. The giggle (a fucking giggle) that bubbles from her throat is no help, either.
She chalks it up to never receiving a lot of compliments from people in her formative years.
Now that Steve's dating Eddie, though, their closets look like they've exploded together in a clash of brights and darks, leather and chains meeting polos and denim. Eddie would never spend his hard earned drug earnings on school spirit attire, but sometimes he'll be lounging around the trailer in some Hawkins High sports shirt. Steve wears Eddie's band shirts more often than not because of how comfy they are (he does this on purpose.)
So now when Robin raids Steve's closet, she gets Eddie's clothes too, which is what gets her into the current situation:
She doesn't even think about what she puts on that morning before rushing out the door so Steve will stop honking the fucking horn. It's 6:30am and she has elderly neighbors who need their beauty sleep, for Christ's sake.
(Mr. Cochran currently mowing his yard across the street doesn't share the same sentiments.)
She can tell something's wrong by the whispers that follow her down the hallway as she walks to her locker. She ignores it, though, chalks it up to another rumor about her and Steve making the rounds again.
It's not until lunch that the reason becomes apparent.
She sits beside Nancy at the Hellfire table. The boys aren't there yet so it gives them a chance to catch up and gossip a little, something Robin never thought she'd be interested in before becoming friends with Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler and learning that little miss reporter has stories on almost everyone of their classmates.
They're in the middle of Nancy telling her how Becky was caught in a janitor's closet making out with someone not her boyfriend, when—
"That my jacket, Buckley?"
Eddie's voice is suddenly right in her ear and he materializes out of nowhere, dragging a chair to the head of the table and turning it around to sit on it backwards. The guys follow suit and sit in their own chairs, flanking Eddie's left and right.
Robin frowns and lifts the collar like she's expecting to see Eddie's name stitched on the inside. "Uh, no? I think I'd notice if it were, Munson."
Eddie laughs as he pulls out his lunch that he won't admit Steve made for him. "I do think it is, little birdie."
Robin bristles a bit at the nickname. Eddie jerks his chin.
"Take a look at the back."
Robin glances around the table before hesitantly shrugging the jacket off. She balks at the very obvious image of the signature Hellfire Club devil, painted against a wall of white on the black denim.
"What the hell was this doing in Steve's closet?"
Eddie chokes on his sandwich.
Nancy's perfect eyebrows pull together. "Why were you looking through his closet?"
"Stealing his clothes, obviously."
"Why do you steal his clothes?" Gareth asks.
Robin throws her head back and groans. "I always take his clothes, haven't you noticed almost every shirt I wear is his? We're getting off topic, why did Steve put this in his closet?" She throws an accusing look at Eddie who shrugs.
"Why are you acting like my clothes being in my boyfriend's closet is some big conspiracy?" he shoots back.
Robin narrows her eyes. They stare each other down for a few seconds. She can hear that little whistle from all the western movies and she glares at Jeff to knock it off. Eventually, Robin concedes.
"Touché, Munson. Just don't be surprised when I start wearing your clothes, too. If it's in his closet it's fair game."
Eddie tilts his head in a bow. "As you wish, Lady Buckley."
She doesn't give the jacket back. Isn't sure if she wants to and Eddie doesn't mention even wanting it back. So she keeps it. Admires the little stitches on the front pocket and traces her fingers over the painted devil. There are pins she was somehow blind to, of bands she'd never heard of— except Metallica and Dio— and she curses her brain for being too curious for its own good.
A couple weeks pass and Robin casually mentions to Steve in passing that they should take a day trip down to Indy and hit up a few thrift shops and music stores. He doesn't question it, so they do, and she comes home with new tapes she wants to show Eddie and new clothes that she can call hers.
She doesn't give the jacket back. Instead it hangs on her closet door as she pulls on her own, decorated in various pins and patches she bought in the city and had her mom help her sew them on, over a black Blondie t-shirt.
She's even taken a chance with eyeliner and darker eye shadow that compliments her nails. Wears the chain necklaces she was wearing the day she got Steve as a best friend.
He's leaning against the car when she walks out of the house. He gives her that same once over and she can already feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks. She comes to a stop in front of him.
"It's a good look on you," he says gently as if he can sense her nervousness. He probably can. They share a brain cell, after all.
She lets out a sigh of relief and leans into his space. He just laughs and pulls her in to plant a kiss on the middle of her forehead.
"Does this mean you'll stop stealing my clothes?"
"Not a chance, dingus."
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cosmoseinfeld · 9 months
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i can't get over his fkn socks here...
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sonicreferencephotos · 3 months
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Punk Professor Pickle; Sonic Channel
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byanyan · 3 months
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some ✧ * º • outfit vibes • º * ✧ bc i had an urge
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willinghands · 6 months
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i acquired a free skeleton onesie and i want to wear it for halloween but i don’t want to just be Skeleton. i want to be a specific skeleton or like a Themed Skeleton of some kind but i haven’t come up with a good enough idea yet. does anyone know any good skeletons
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cqcophobiq · 9 months
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Y’all. hobie was not actually a runway model he just crashed the event
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farminglesbian · 8 months
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annika, 2x03
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raspberry-beret · 8 months
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1176 - Weft
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tiredyke · 7 months
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imagine spending $400 on “punk culture aesthetic” from amazon or w/e like that is actually not very punk. return to your working class origins or else 🔪
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env0 · 1 year
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Hey.... Starry moonlit night
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taichouu · 4 days
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You know I thought I was going to look like some sexy hot emo guy as an adult like real Sasuke in skinny jeans type. but as I get older I realize I'm just always going to be blue collar fishing grandpa Matthew Mercer.
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losercxre · 11 days
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Wanna pick up scrapbooking/journaling.... I feel like it'll help me relax more and get my feelings out versus keeping em bottled up for the sake of seeming cool and mysterious
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littlewildbouquet · 3 months
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Graffiti Punk Mood Board
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