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smeddiemunson · 8 months

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No Upside Down AU + a platonic Stobin sleepover + buckingham and steddie referenced.

“So?” Robin asked.

Steve sucked his teeth. “Robin, we’ve only just started the sleepover, I’m not telling you yet!”

“I’m in my pyjamas! We have a movie on, we have popcorn! We built a blanket fort!” Robin pointed to each thing in turn as if to remind Steve that he knew exactly how long she had been waiting already. “If you make me wait any longer, I’ll kill you.”

Steve snorted. It was the most empty threat he’d ever heard in his life. If he died, by Robin’s hand or otherwise, she would follow him soon after. They were soul bonded at this point; one couldn’t exist without the other.

“Alright.” Robin slapped at his arm excitedly. “Alright! Stop hitting me!”

Robin stopped hitting him but left her hands on his arm, fingers pressing, urging against his skin.

“It was good.”

“Steve!” Robin moaned, throwing herself back against the pillows in truly dramatic fashion. “You can’t just give me that! I want all the details!”

“I don’t know, Rob!” Steve cried back. “I had fun. He’s really funny and sweet, and...” Steve bit his lip as a blush spread across his cheeks.

Robin picked up on it like a bloodhound. “At least tell me what film you watched?”

Steve turned his face away from her, focusing too intently on the movie. “I don’t really remember,” he mumbled.

Robin squealed. “Steven Harrington, you sly dog! I knew there were details!”

Steve rolled his eyes. “He had all these blankets and pillows in the back of his van, and he put fairly lights up, and we kinda couldn’t see the screen because we had to park further away for obvious reasons. But-“ Steve took a deep breath, then rushed out, “It might have been the best first date I’ve ever been on.”

“Eddie Munson, a romantic. Who would’ve thought? Certainly not me!”

Steve shoved at her.

“Well don’t stop there! I want the details!”

Steve groaned. “Do you really want the details?”

“Of course I do! If I can’t have my gay romance, then I want to live through yours!”

Steve lifted his arm to tuck Robin underneath it and pull her into his chest. He ignored the way she tried to struggle away. “You could still have your gay romance, Birdie. You just have to tell her.”

“You don’t know that!” Robin replied as she was finally able to get her arms free enough to push away from Steve.

“She’s friends with Eddie,” Steve reminded her. That should be all Robin needed to know to explain anything about former Queen of Hawkins High, Chrissy Cunningham.

Robin slapped at him. “Just because she’s friends with a gay person doesn’t mean she is gay, dingus. That’s not how it works!”

Steve easily batted her hands away with a chuckle. “That’s how it worked with me!”

Robin groaned.

“I’m just saying, I would never have thought about being bi if you hadn’t said anything about being a lesbian. Maybe Chrissy is the same!”

Robin buried her face into her hands. “Okay,” She said, though it was muffled by her hands so much that Steve pulled them away from her face and kept her wrists in his hands.

“Okay. Say, by some miracle, she likes girls, what’s to say that she would like me?”

Steve made a noise of disagreement. “First of all, she would be crazy to not like you because you are amazing and beautiful and the bravest person I’ve ever met—”

Robin rolled her eyes but Steve merely rolled his back, shook her hands a little and carried on. They’d had this exact conversation before and Steve didn’t feel like retracing it because there were more important things to get to.

“But I am almost certain she does like you back. She definitely flirts with you all the time.”

“No she does not.”

“I think I know more about girls flirting that you do, Robin.”

“Why? Because you turn into a little school girl around Eddie and do the same thing?”

“No,” Steve said, though he did so through a blush that did nothing to defend him from the accusation. “I know because girls always flirt with me.”

“Oh shut up.”

“They do!” Steve finally let go of Robin’s wrists so he could push a frustrated hand through his hair— already floppy from his shower and lack of product. “They do and I know Chrissy is doing it to you.”

“Prove it.”

Steve grinned and began listing off his points on his fingers. “She always laughs at your jokes. She twirls her hair whenever she talks to you. She asked you to explain that fucking French movie you forced us to watch the other week and she listened.”

Robin whacked him again. “You told me you liked that film!”

“I fell asleep! Of course I liked it.” Steve huffed. “Do you need me to keep going about Chrissy?”

“Maybe not,” Robin muttered. Then she squarked as Steve scrambled over her and out of their blanket fort to where the phone was hooked into the wall. “What are you doing?”

Steve just grinned as he quickly clicked some numbers on the keypad.

Robin watched in confusion from her spot on the floor.

“Hello, this is Steven Harrington. I was wondering if I could speak to Chrissy?” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “Thank you, Ma’am.”

Robin’s face turned white in a second. She scrambled to her feet, losing them under herself a couple of times, but she couldn’t reach Steve to slam the phone down for him before he started speaking again.

“Hi Chrissy, I have Robin here.” He thrust the phone at her chest, not giving Chrissy time to answer and mouthed, ask her.

Robin glared, hoping that Steve would let it go. But he was as stubborn as she was and Chrissy’s confused call of Robin meant she wouldn’t be able to hold out longer than him this time. She would get her revenge, he was sure of it.

“Chrissy. Hi. How’s things?” Robin stumbled when she finally put the phone up to her ear. She didn’t stop glaring at Steve though.

Steve only smiled in triumph.

“Yeah, I’m good. It’s good. Yeah.”

Steve jabbed Robin in the side to stop her from talking herself in circles. He gestured with his hands for her to get on with it.

“So, my reason for calling, and just, you know, stop me if this is at all weird and you don’t wanna hear it or if i’ve got the wrong idea. it’s Steve’s fault really--” He jabbed her again and pouted when she managed to land a meaty smack against his ribs. But it did get her to blurt out, “Do you wanna go to Benny’s with me? On Friday? As, like, a date?”

Steve pumped his fist in the air. It may not have been the way he would have asked a girl out, but Robin had done it!

“Awesome. Yeah. Great. I’ll see you Friday then. I’ll pick you up. No, I won’t I can’t drive. Steve will drive us. But I’ll see you Friday? Yeah. Cool. Awesome. Bye Chrissy.”

Robin handed him the phone in a daze, eyes following his hand as he hooked it back on the wall.

“What the fuck?” She breathed.

“I think you just got yourself a date with a hot girl, Robin.”

#stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #steddie #buckingham #my fic #i've been gone for two months oops #so posting drafts :)

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imfinereallyy · 11 months

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Shared Kisses

for @steddie-week I’m behind on it but I couldn’t resist day 3, and it’s a little late because I fell asleep while writing it, that's how sleep deprived I am haha. prompt: first kiss

“Okay, okay! It's my turn now. Sir Steven, Lady Birdie, tell me, who was your first kiss?” Eddie giggles from his spot on the carpet. He smells like stale menthols and pine; Steve can’t get enough of it. He has to resist from leaning his head into Eddie and taking a breath of him.

Steve is starting to believe he needs his head checked. Again. Wanting to smell one of his friend's necks isn't normal.

Steve is also starting to realize that maybe that is because he wants to be more than friends. God, he is such a loser sometimes.

“Oh, this is unfair! You know the rules state that we can’t ask it back now. Boooo.” Robin chants from her place on the couch, where she hangs upside down. Steve is for once glad they aren’t playing a drinking game; he is sure Robin would have vomited by now otherwise.

“I still think this a weird game to be playing.” Steve dodges the question and nudges Eddie with his knee.

“C’mon Harrington, questions is an absolute solid getting-to-know-you game.” Eddie nudged his knee back.

“Dude we’ve been friends for six months.”

“Yes but there are so many layers I have yet to peel.”

Robin grunts from her upside-down position, Steve can tell all the blood has finally rushed to her head, and she tumbles onto the ground next to them. “Gotta agree with Metal Man here, Steve-o. I’ve known you even longer, and I still don’t know everything. And we are practically connected.

Steve blows air from his lips, “So this is just a ploy to expose all my secrets.”

Steve can tell that Robin, who might as well share a soul with him at this point, can sense how uncomfortable he is beginning to feel. Her teasing softens for a moment. “What if I went first, yeah?”

Steve pauses, “Yeah okay.”

“You got to promise not to make fun of me.”

“Of course, Robs.”

“I make no such promises.” Eddie interrupts but ultimately cuts the tension in the room. Steve kind of feels like it is on purpose, by the way his eyes skim Steve carefully, and the way Robin lets out a loud snort.

“Wasn’t talking to you doofus. I don’t actually respect your opinion of me.”

“Hey!” Eddie protests, but they all know he isn’t really offended.

Robin chuckles lightly, but continues. “It was in middle school, at one of my first girl-boy parties; gross, right? I hate that we called it those. Anyway. They decide to play spin the bottle, and I feel pressure because my only friend at the time is Barb, and she didn’t come and Colleen Walsh is doing it, and she—well, she’s the prettiest, most popular girl in school at the time and I’d be an idiot not to follow along. So we’re playing Spin the Bottle, right? And rounds go by, and it doesn’t land on me, and I’m grateful but Colleen notices. She goads me on to do it, take a spin since it isn’t fair I haven’t kissed anyone. So, wanting to get over being the center of attention, I reach over and spin it, and it lands on—“

“Wait.” Steve stops Robin, realizing she is about to out herself to Eddie on Steve’s behalf. He doesn’t want her to do that but on anything but her own terms. “Are you sure about this, Robs?”

Robin throws her head back and laughs, “Yea, I’m sure dingus. No need to worry. Anyway, you’ll never believe who it lands on.”

Eddie wiggles his eyebrows, “C’mon buck don’t leave us hanging.”

“Tommy Hagan.”

Eddie and Steve both start choking on air while Steve screams, “What!?!”

Eddie collapses on the ground with a dramatic groan, covering his face with his hands and mumbling, “why cruel world?” Robin giggles at his antics.

“You’re telling me it wasn’t….?” Steve trails off, hoping Robin gets the hint.

“That it wasn’t a girl? No dingus, just because I’m a lesbian doesn’t mean all my experiences are with women. Besides, I was 12; I didn’t realize staring at Colleen’s boobs wasn’t jealousy.”

“Oh, thank god, you know; I thought I was going to have to break the news to you that your gayer than the men’s locker room after a winning game,” Eddie mumbles behind his hands still on the ground.

“Only you would make a sports reference in relation to gayness, Eds. Also, wait, you knew she was lesbian? How did you know? Why are you freaking out then?” Steve rapid fires questions.

Still covered with his hands, “Like seeks like, Harrington. It’s like a sixth sense.”

Steve’s mouth goes dry, “You’re gay?” He says hopefully.

Eddie finally removes his hands from his face but doesn’t sit up. “Yea, Stevie, thought you knew, honestly. Not like it’s a secret, all of Hawkins talks about it.”

“I try not to listen to the rumor mill.”

A soft smile graces Eddie’s face, “One of the many things I love about you sweetheart.”

Steve tries not to blush, but ultimately fails. “Still doesn’t explain why you’re freaking out about Tommy. Sure, he sucks, but like I reacted that way cause I was friends with him at some point. What’s you’re excuse?”

Finally Eddie sits up with a groan. “Okay, promise not to laugh or freak out?”

Robin and Steve both nod and mumble a little “yea of course”.

Eddie rubs a hand down his face, “Okay, I freaked out because even though it’s not my turn to answer and I don’t have to, well—it’s because. Okay, I’m stalling; it’s because Tommy Hagan was also my first kiss. When I was 15, under the bleachers.”

Robin and Steve are both silent, Eddie looks at them expectantly. “Are you guys going to say anything?”

Robin speaks up first, “I think this is the closest we can get to not freaking out.”

“I think I would prefer that over the freaky twin silence.”

Steve still stays quiet while Robin proceeds to react, “Oh my god Munson! This is the funniest and freakiest thing ever. And not in a freak way you like! This is magnificent, oh my god….” Robin continues to cackle and make fun of Eddie, but Steve tunes it out. He can feel all the blood rush to his ears, blocking out all the sound from the room. Tommy. Tommy. He has kissed both of his best friends, one of which he wants to kiss himself. That just seems unfair to Steve. It hurts Steve, and he doesn’t know why. Actually, he knows precisely why.

“My first kiss was when I was 13,” Steve says abruptly, not making eye contact. The both of them stop their bickering and turn to Steve. They stay silent, as if they know Steve needs it to get through it. He is thankful for them both.

“I was 13, and my parents weren’t home. It had become the usual at this point, but I was sad because it was my birthday, and this was the first birthday they didn’t even send a card. And Tommy decided to come over to cheer me up; this was back, I guess, when he still cared too. And we didn’t do much; I didn’t like to make a big fuss about my birthday even then, but it was a nice night out just before the break of summer. So we decided to stargaze on the roof. And I don’t know how it happened, but one second we’re trying to find the Little Dipper, and the next, Tommy is kissing me. It was nice, honestly. To have someone you care about show you affection. And when he pulled away, I smiled at him, but he just stared. And then—“ Steve swallows thickly before looking up at Eddie and Robin, who both look at him with rapt attention.

“Then his face turns angry, and he punches me. He punches me so hard that I almost fall off the roof. He tells me not to be a queer, and if I told anyone, who would tell everyone what I was. And it seemed unfair, right? Because he kissed me, I only smiled. I haven’t kissed a boy since.”

Suddenly there is an arm around his shoulder, “Stevie….” Eddie tucks Steve’s head into the crook of his neck, and Steve begins to sob.

Robin quietly gets up, “I’m going to make us some tea.” Steve knows she can sense that he needs a moment with Eddie. Steve loves her more than life.

“I’m sorry this is stupid. I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

Eddie rubs soft circles on his back, “It’s not stupid, honey. He hurt you in more ways than one, and traumatized you from exploring yourself. You have every right to be upset. Thank you for telling us. You didn’t—you didn’t have to. You could have lied, or told us your first kiss with a girl.—“

“Colleen Walsh.” Steve interrupts into Eddie’s neck.

Eddie barks out a laugh, “Of course it was. Anyway, Steve, thank you for sharing. I’m glad you feel safe with us.”

Steve’s tears are no longer. “I always feel safe with you, Eds.” And the Steve finally does the thing he’s been wanting to do all night. He takes a big sniff of Eddie. Steve doesn’t care if it’s weird because he settles a sort of calm in him.

Eddie grips his waist tight, and puts a finger under Steve’s chin, pulling his face close to his own. “Yea, I do? Does that mean you also trust me?”

Steve can feel Eddie’s breath on his lips. He knows it’s probably not good how quickly his mood has changed, but he can’t find it in himself to care. The air between them is electric, and intense. Steve can feel it make his whole body come alive. “Of course I do.”

Eddie leans even closer, “Good. Because I think it’s a damn shame a pretty boy like you hasn’t kissed another boy since.” Then Eddie presses their lips together.

Steve isn’t sure if someone were to ask what his first kiss with Eddie was like if he would be able to answer. It’s indescribable; it’s perfect. But if he is to try, it would be this, soft, slow, deep, and oh so very good. Steve can feel the heat from Eddie’s lips pulsing into his own. Eddie’s hands' grip Steve’s face, angling him deeper as he slides his tongue into his mouth. Steve pulls him closer by his t-shirt. Going crazy off the taste of salt and chocolate that now swipes his tongue.

They both pull back a little breathlessly, hands still gripping each other. They lean their foreheads together, and Steve smiles. He smiles so big his face hurts. And Eddie does the most thing in return,

He smiles back.

The moment is broken, though, when Robin enters the room again with a bowl of popcorn and a loud “Oh thank god, I was sick of the pining. From both of you.”

Eddie sputters while Steve just laughs at her. “I thought you were making tea Birdie?”

Robin sits down next to them again, “Too much work and I was snacky.”

Steve throws popcorn at her head but isn’t upset at all. He leans his head on Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie kisses the top of Steve’s head.

Robin smiles fondly at them. Then her face scrunches up in pain, “Wait, all of our first kisses was Tommy Hagan?”

“Yep.”

“Unfortunately so.”

“God I do not want to give that twerp any more credit in life than I have to. Why are we all like this?”

Steve giggles while Eddie shrugs.

Robin can’t keep a straight face anymore and falls into laughter. “Wait, does this mean we are all bounded by this? I completely unrelated, non-upside down experience?”

Eddie speaks up before Steve, “I believe so, Lady Buckley. A trauma outside of other worlds binds us. We have been bound since before the slain of Vecna.”

Robin shrieks, “Awee, guys! We were always meant to meet then.”

Then Robin tackles the both of them to the ground in a bear hug. Steve’s not even mad that she’s in the middle of Eddie and him.

Because this, right here, is all the love he’ll ever need.

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I'm behind on steddie week, but I want to throw my hat in the ring. Have a written a first kiss thing before? Yes I have. But I can’t resist. Thank for the read, love this community so much.

#steddie #steddieweek2023 #Steve Harrington #platonic stobin #robin buckley #Eddie Munson #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #steddieweek #stranger things #first kiss

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withacapitalp · 1 month

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@lazylittledragon did more Mombin (check it out here it's great) which I think means I might be contractually obliged to write more fic that is inspired by it. Like wowza I am obsessed with this concept

Tw: vomiting/morning sickness, reddit, discussions of cancer

Robin was dying.

That was the only explanation.

Dying.

And the worst part was, she was dying of something that was both incredibly funny, and incredibly sad, and she had been so desperate for answers that she had gone to a place no mortal should ever dare to go to.

Reddit.

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I (24F) think that I might have breast cancer, and I have no idea how to tell my (25M) best friend.

So my best friend “Sam” and I have been attached at the hip for as long as I can remember. He’s not just a friend to me, he’s my person (and before you get any ideas- I’m a lesbian, so no, not happening.) we tell each other everything, even the super gross stuff neither of us wants to hear- like seriously he’s asked me to check his ass to see if he managed to pop the pimple he found there before- so I’ve never been in this position before…

But I think I’m dying of breast cancer, and I have no clue how to start this conversation.

It just came on really suddenly??? Like last month I was fine, and this month my boobs just hurt in this really weird way I’ve never experienced before? Like I’m sore and tingly and my bras don’t fit?! Boobs are kind of a joke between us though, so I feel like if I just blurt it out then he will start saying ‘boobie cancer’ over and over at me and we will just end up laughing and he’ll think I’m kidding.

Sam is also my roommate? I don’t know if that matters here? I also haven’t gone to a doctor yet, but there isn’t anything else this can be, right? Nothing else just magically makes your boobs hurt and get big?

Robin had made the post at three am the night before while crying and eating Ben and Jerry’s, and she had forced herself to not look at replies all night, even going as far as to shut her phone off entirely.

But now it was the next day, and she had steadfastly ignored the notifications from Reddit all the way through Saturday Brunch and Bitch.

She couldn’t ignore them anymore.

“You’re good if I work a little?” Robin asked, pulling her laptop close to her and carefully angling it so Steve couldn’t see the screen.

“As you wish,” Steve muttered, completely absorbed with whatever dog video he was watching.

“Dingus,” She whispered affectionately, an odd mixture of love and guilt crashing in her chest as she opened the website and logged into her account. She had over a thousand notifications now, and the comments were still rolling in as she opened her post and scrolled down.

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OP are you sure you’re not in love with Sam

Grapenuts Dude she said she’s a lesbian

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Robin rolled her eyes. She had expected that, but she didn’t expect it to be the top comment. She quickly scrolled past.

Cheercaptainfromhell

OP I would definitely go to a doctor before anything else!

SmeddieSmunson Seriously how has she gotten this far without going to a doctor??

The answer was easy. Robin was terrified of doctors. Why go to a doctor when Steve had EMT training?

Because in this instance she couldn’t ask Steve for help.

Robin kept scrolling.

Frenchiefreis

You might be pregnant honestly…I would take a test first

Headphilosopher She’s a lesbian so I doubt it, but pregnancy can also cause those symptoms-

Robin snorted to herself, side eyeing Steve to make sure he didn’t look up when she did.

Did everyone just ignore the part where she said she was a lesbian?

…was Robin ignoring the part where being a lesbian didn’t mean fuck all when it came to her chances of getting pregnant?

Yes she was ignoring it because it was once just once and they had barely even gotten to do anything at all and-

Robin scrolled again, growing more and more desperate

Rummingbird

That doesn’t really sound like breast cancer to me My mom had similar things happen when she was pregnant though-

Another scroll. Another flutter of her heart.

No. It wasn’t that. She was dying. Dying was bad but the idea that she was…that she could be…

HyllyBRd

OP have you considered that you might be pregnant? I know that you’re a lesbian, but if you’ve had penetrative sex in the last month then you might want to consider-

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Robin gasped as the memory hit her, closing the reddit tab with a slam of her finger on the mouse pad, her entire body starting to softly shake as she panic opened a google tab.

Boobs hurt????

Not exactly the most scientific way of phrasing that question, but Robin needed an answer that didn’t involve nine long months of what the fuck. Luckily there was a read more question that got right to the heart of the issue.

What kind of breast pain indicates pregnancy?

It was going to say something completely different to what she had, and Robin was going to laugh, and then she would turn to Steve and let him know she was dying of boobie cancer.

It wasn’t going to be the same.

It wasn’t.

Robin looked at the screen.

Fuller. Sorer. Tingly pain that felt unlike anything else. Aka exactly what she had.

Robin’s fingers moved on autopilot, asking another question of Google

How late should my period be before I worry?

Worrying about what? She knew about what, but she couldn’t bring herself to type it, she couldn't even think of that word yet.

Google said after a week of missing your period it was time to see a doctor. Robin’s period was over three weeks late.

And a month ago-

A month ago…

“Fuck you’re so tight,” The woman above her whispered. Robin whimpered, unable to help herself as the stretch-

“I need to use the bathroom.” She blurted out, slamming her laptop shut and practically throwing it off of her, stomach twisting into knots.

“I’ll tell you what I tell my students Bobbin,” Steve said, barely looking up and completely unaware of her meltdown, “You don’t need to ask me for permission to go take care of your bodily functions,”

“Oh, shut up,” Robin replied, laughing breathlessly. It was such a stupid joke, such a meaningless stupid joke. But it was safe, and it was familiar, and if the sneaking suspicion creeping down Robin’s spine was true, then nothing would be safe and familiar again for a very long time.

She stood up, stopping to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head as she walked by, just because that was familiar too and she needed it. Steve hummed, leaning over to bonk his head against her tummy as she passed him.

A bonk on the tummy that may or may not be-

Nope. It was a no. It was definitely a no. There was no possible way.

Robin was going to be sick.

She basically flew the last few steps to the bathroom, managing to lock it tight before she threw up in the sink. It was disgusting, and messy, and she pushed the tap on before kneeling down at the porcelain throne and continuing to hurl.

I need Steve.

It wasn’t even really a thought. She couldn’t think while throwing her guts up, that was an experience that required every bit of her attention and mind power.

No, not a thought, just an instinctual message from the universe, a pull from somewhere deep inside her that felt like more than just a truth.

Because Robin didn’t need Steve because she was throwing up. Or because she thought she might have boob cancer.

Robin needed Steve because she knew she was pregnant.

“Fuck me,” She groaned, leaning back from the toilet only to lean forward once more as the rest of brunch came back up.

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #st drabble #robin buckley #mombin #platonic stobin #Steve and robin #robin and steve #tw: vomit #tw: vomiting #tw: mentions of cancer

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lavenderstobins · 13 days

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Thinking about egg Nancy who’s upset about Robin coming out a lesbian but can’t put her finger on why.

She’s not homophobic, and she wants Robin to be happy, but she feels sick whenever she thinks about Robin not wanting to date her because she’s a boy.

It’s not the thought that Robin doesn’t like boys. Not exactly. She likes Robin, but she could handle unrequited feelings.

It’s the thought that Robin doesn’t like boys, so Robin doesn’t like her. It doesn’t sit right, upsetting her beyond reason, and she doesn’t get it.

It frustrates her like nothing else. It’s a puzzle she can’t solve, the pieces refusing to fit together.

Then one evening, they’re hanging out at Robin’s house, her and Eddie and Steve and Jonathan and Argyle.

There’s a film on in the background but none of them are really watching it. Nancy’s lying on the sofa with her head in Robin’s lap, half-listening as Eddie and Steve bicker about something or the other.

She’s not really paying attention, more focused on Robin’s hand threading through her hair. Eddie says something about his biological advantage, whatever that means, and Steve starts insisting that it’s the opposite.

It’s only when she hears Robin’s name that she tunes back in to the conversation.

“Buckley!” Eddie calls, cupping his hands around his mouth. “You’re a lesbian.”

“Nice of you to notice,” Robin replies dryly.

“You can settle this. Who would make a prettier girl, me or Steve?”

She looks up, seeing Robin looking thoughtful. Both Eddie and Steve are watching her intently.

“Wheeler’d make the prettiest girl,” Robin says, causing Eddie to splutter and Steve to indignantly claim that isn’t an answer, Robin, come on.

Nancy doesn't care as they descend back into arguing. She's frozen, watching Robin, a strange feeling in her chest. She feels weirdly giddy and she doesn’t even know why.

The conversation moves on, but the thought stays in the back of her head for days.

Wheeler’d make the prettiest girl.

Easily, like that’s all there is to it. Had Robin imagined her as a girl? She tries to picture it herself, closing her eyes and imagining herself in her mother’s skirts, her curls growing out long. The girl in her head twirls, beaming, and her tongue dries in her mouth.

She could be a pretty girl, she thinks. Her heart starts pounding at the thought, and that scares her. The shiver that goes up her spine, the tingle of excitement—it’s almost scary enough for her to stop poking. She’s the firstborn son, the pride of the family.

She can’t just… change that. She has so many expectations to carry on her back.

Still, though, now that she’s started thinking, she finds herself unable to stop. She’s overanalysing everything. The way her clothes sit on her body, the way her face feels better shaven.

In the shower, curiosity gets the better of her, and she shaves her arms and legs. She cries in bed that night, running her hands over her smooth skin, a lump in her throat that won’t go away.

—

It’s Mike, of all people, she talks to in the end.

She’s not quite brave enough to have a conversation with Robin, not yet, and her mouth dries whenever she thinks about talking to the other boys.

They sit in the basement, just the two of them, and she tells him her problem, the way it hurts to think about Robin not wanting her.

Mike, to his credit, tries to cheer her up. “It’s not you,” he says helpfully, clumsily patting her shoulder. “Robin doesn’t like any boys.”

“I don’t want her to like boys,” she blurts out. “I want her to like me."

“But you’re a boy,” Mike says, sounding confused, and this, for some reason, is what makes her burst into tears.

Mike freezes, looking alarmed, and all she can do is sob harder.

“Uh,” he says, panic in his voice. “Should I get mom?”

“No!” she sits up quickly, scrubbing her face.

Mike’s eyeing her warily, like he could set her off again at any second. He probably could. She doesn’t know what’s going on with her.

“I’m sorry,” she sniffles. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Mike squints at her. She can practically see the cogs turning in his head.

“You’re not upset that robin likes girls,” he says slowly.

She shakes her head.

“You’re… not upset that she doesn’t like boys?”

She shakes her head again.

“You’re…” he hesitates, chewing on his lip. “You’re upset Robin… doesn’t like you.”

She nods.

“… Because you’re… not a boy?”

“I can’t just not be a boy,” she says miserably. Hearing herself say the words makes her feel sick, tears forming in her eyes again.

Mike, though, squints again. “Uh, yeah you can. Eddie stopped being a girl.”

She stops. “What?”

“Eddie stopped being a girl,” he repeats, then frowns. “Or—was never properly a girl, but stopped being one? I don’t—I think I’m saying it wrong.”

“Eddie used to be a girl?” The argument comes back to her head, Steve protesting Eddie’s logic of biological advantage.

Mike shrugs. “Something like that. You’d have to ask him, I dunno. but if he can be a boy, then you can be a girl, right?”

“I don’t…” she trails off, thinking about it. “I’m… I can do that?”

“I think so.” Mike sounds unsure, but shrugs again. “Why not?”

Her stomach flutters again. “You wouldn’t mind if I wasn’t your brother anymore?”

“It’s cool if you’re my sister. Just don’t go all ‘boy crazy’ like girls do.”

She bites her lip to hide a smile. “I’m telling Max and El you said that.”

“No, wait!” He scrambles up and she laughs.

She doesn’t say anything more on the subject for a few days, but it’s all she can think about. She can be a girl. She can be a pretty girl. She blushes at the thought.

She tries subtle things, at first. Keeps shaving everywhere. Stops trimming her hair shorter.

She tries on her mother’s skirts when she’s home alone, giddily twirling around, delighting in how they flow with her. She catches sight of her reflection in the mirror and sees a beaming girl looking back, euphoria surging through her.

The next time El comes over, she lets her practice makeup on her, watching as El’s tongue sticks out in concentration. It’s clumsily done, but she has to bite down on her tongue to stop herself crying when she sees the finished look in the mirror.

She’ll tell her friends soon, she decides. She doesn’t feel as afraid anymore, not now that she’s put her puzzle pieces together.

Secretly, she hopes Robin will call her a pretty girl again. Imagines the grin on Robin's face as she crows that she was right.

Tomorrow, she thinks, a small smile on her face. She’ll tell them tomorrow.

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All is Well

Lost

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 1,199 words | CW: lonliness | Rating: T

College sucks.

There. She said it. It sucks.

Growing up, Robin felt like college was her promise land. She could go to any school, learn anything, and have the freedom to be the person she wanted to be. She’d always struggled with the social aspect of school, finding a few good friends here and there to get her through classes but nothing that lasted. No one wanted to hang out on the weekends or sleepover – it was only ever for her birthday or super rare occasions. And when she was extra lonely or the girls at school were a little mean, her mother would always remind her that she’d find her people in college.

Well, she’s here now and everyone sucks.

That’s not exactly fair, she knows. Her roommates are decent. They clean up after themselves and every now and then, they’ll all grab breakfast together before class. It’s just clear that Robin’s the odd one out. She’s the one who isn’t clicking with the rest of them for no other reason than they just don’t work. And there are a few people from her German class last semester that she really liked, who still say hello and reach out if they have similar classes to study together.

It’s just… tough to come back to, is all.

The first semester felt impossible. She was all alone, with new people and no one that understood her on any level. She’d met a few lesbians, gone on a few dates, and it’s been incredible to connect with people in an aspect of her life that’s been so closed off for forever. Steve and Eddie may be together, they may understand, but they’re not lesbians. And even if she’s finally finding a community that understands her sexuality, she’s still stuck up here without anyone who understands her.

Fine! There’s no Steve here. Happy?

Sometimes, when she’s struggling to breathe after a nightmare, she wonders if the Russians somehow swapped out one of her lungs for his because she can never breathe without him around. It would make sense that she would need to be around her old lung, around him, to breathe the right way again. She misses him with every fiber in her being.

The first semester was hard enough, but coming back after a month of uninterrupted Steve time? Where they spent the entire winter vacation attached at the hip?

It kind of makes her want to curl up and die, if she’s honest. Just to stop the pain.

Okay, she’s being dramatic. All that time with Steve meant she had to see Eddie and she’s pretty sure she absorbed some of his dramatics over the past few weeks.

Robin checks the watch Eddie got for her, one that matches the new one he bought Steve, and sees she’s nearly late for her pre-calculus class. Shit. She doubles down on her speed walking and books it to Chapman Hall.

The lecture hall is packed with students. It’s the first day back, so she’s not exactly surprised, but she really didn’t expect an early morning Tuesday class to be completely filled. There’s nowhere to sit other than by the windows and Robin can’t sit by the windows, she gets too distracted by the birds and squirrels (people she can zone out, but animals? They demand her attention, thank you).

She kind of wants to cry. It’s just all too much all of a sudden and she doesn’t feel like the strong, capable woman she tries to be. She’s fought Russians and monsters and government agents, yet finding a seat in class is going to be her downfall.

Maybe she should just run out of here, find the nearest bus station, and head back to Hawkins. She doesn’t need a fancy piece of paper to succeed in life. She just needs Steve.

“Are you okay?” a girl asks, hugging her books close to her chest.

Robin’s standing in the middle of the entry, blocking other students from slipping in behind her. She nods to the girl and slides to the left, away from the door, before she peers back up–

“Robin!”

She’s hearing things. She has to be.

A whistle sounds off, the one that could get her attention anywhere at any time. The one that has her heart racing and tears building in her eyes because that’s the sound of her soulmate calling out to her, bringing her back to safety.

That’s Steve’s whistle.

With the rest of the class, Robin follows the noise to see Steve waving at her, a few rows up and on the edge of the aisle, safely away from any windows.

She runs up the stairs and into his arms before she can take another breath without him. “I missed you,” she says into his shoulder as she hugs him tight, her bookbag dropped in the process.

Steve squeezes her back just as tight. “Missed you too,” he says. “I don’t know how to do shit without you, Rob,” he admits softly.

Robin only pulls away when someone shuffles by them. She swipes at her eyes and only then does she realize where they are, that she’s getting ready to learn pre-cal and Steve’s just… here? And with books?

He sits down, motioning for her to sit with him.

She does, her brow furrowed as she settles in.

Steve’s smile turns both mischievous and shy in a way she rarely sees. She knows he’s trying to hide behind the surprise, that whatever the reason is, this is big for him. “I’m, uh, auditing the class,” he says as a blush rises up his neck.

“Really?” Robin asks, scooting closer. She takes in the notebook and supplies he has set up in front of him, calculator ready to go. Ah! He’s really doing this! Robin has to bite her cheek as she gets her own things set up and ready, especially with the professor walks in to set up.

“Just this one,” he continues. “But I am an official student as of today.”

“What about–”

“We got a place off campus,” Steve says, the smirk back in full swing. “Eddie’s been moving us in for the last month–”

Robin swats at his arm with the back of her hand. “Is that where your bookshelf went?”

Steve’s grin gets bigger. “It’s a two bedroom.” He lowers his head. “If you ever wanted to ditch the mean girls.”

“They’re not mean–”

“Dude, they purposefully ignored you. They’re mean girls.”

Robin rolls her eyes as she picks up her pencil. “My last class is at–”

“Four, I know. I memorized your schedule,” Steve says. “I tried to get ours to align as much as possible.”

“That’s creepy,” Robin says even though her smile is too big to hide.

“What can I say?” Steve shrugs. “I’d be lost without you.”

She gags. “Ew. Did you steal that from Eddie? It’s got his particular stench of cheesy, emotional one-liners all over it.”

Steve’s laugh is too loud, especially when she joins in. But as they calm down, taking deep breaths and avoiding eye contact to stop their giggles, Robin feels her chest expand and take in all the air she can.

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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laundrybiscuits · 11 months

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“Yeah, I just told her to give them the cold shoulder. Don’t have to be mean or anything, just ignore ‘em a little. Play it cool. Drives girls crazy, ‘cause then they have to work to get your attention.”

Eddie stares at him.

“Holy shit, Buckley’s gonna die alone and it’s gonna be a hundred percent your fault. That is the worst fucking advice I’ve ever heard in my life.”

Steve actually looks offended, like his honor’s been impugned. “What the hell, man? I’ve picked up like a million girls that way. I’m telling you, it works.”

“Yeah, okay, now I’m seeing why my sage advice is required for this whole endeavor. That kind of thing might fly if you’re some alpha dog prom king, but lesbians are like…giant pandas or some shit, okay? The conditions have to be precisely calibrated or they’ll just hibernate in a cave by themselves eating bamboo forever.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” says Steve.

Eddie shrugs. “Whatever, I’m not a panda scientist. The point is…okay, let’s do a thought experiment.” Oh, this is a bad, bad idea. The Munson specialty. “Say you wanted to get a guy interested in you. How would you do it?”

“I’d just—” Steve stops, frowning. “I mean, girls usually just…laugh at guys’ jokes and stuff. Or wear, like, makeup?”

“How are you so awful at this,” says Eddie. “Jesus. I swear to god I remember you doing better with girls at school. Anyway, I didn’t ask what girls do, I asked what you’d do.”

“Shit, I don’t know. Isn’t that why I’m here?” Steve’s getting a little huffy, fidgeting. “I’d just…find a way to hang out with the guy, I guess. Laugh at his dumb jokes.”

“Yeah, sure,” Eddie says patiently. “But that’s what you do with friends too, right? And when you’re walking a perilous path far from the bright streets of heterosexuality, you probably don’t want to risk being too obvious, in case you’re wrong. So you gotta just…give them an opening to let them, like, signal if they’re interested. If they’re looking for a sign, they’ll take it.”

Steve wrinkles his nose. “Ok, but what if they’re not interested yet? Like…sometimes girls take a while to warm up to you.”

“Cut your losses and move on.” Admittedly, Eddie’s still working on that part.

“What? Man, I’m starting to think you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eddie scowls at the skeptical look on Steve’s face. “Jesus, the disrespect. Why am I not telling this directly to Buckley, anyway? She’s the one in need of these hard-earned pearls of gay wisdom.”

Steve lets out a big, gusty sigh and tips his head back against the couch. “Because she said if I tried to give her any more help with dating, she’d smother me in my sleep and pin it on Dustin.”

“Attagirl,” says Eddie approvingly.

“But obviously she still needs help, so this is like—a stealth mission. For love.”

“For love,” says Eddie. “Yeah, okay.”

———

“Hey, can you—”

Robin whirls around at the unexpected voice and promptly trips over nothing at all, arms flailing out to avoid crashing into the library returns cart.

“Oh, shit,” says the stranger, reaching out a hand like she’s going to catch Robin’s elbow, but pulling back at the last second. “Um. Sorry.”

Robin blinks down at a girl in head-to-toe black, including dusty black combat boots. “Aren’t you hot,” she says, then wants to die. “I mean—like, just, with the heat and all, it’s a billion degrees out, I think if I tried to wear that much black I’d instantly dissolve like the Wicked Witch of the West.”

The girl stares back at her for a second, then bursts out laughing. It’s a nice laugh.

“As if. I’m from Utah, this is nothing.”

“Oh! Utah! You’re not—are you, uh, Argyle’s girlfriend?” The way Argyle’d described her, Robin had been picturing some kind of Elvira-themed ingenue in lace, maybe smoking like a 1920s flapper. This makes more sense for a real-life teenager, though: oversized t-shirt tucked into ratty black jeans, with some cheap-looking silver jewelry tied around her neck. Her eyeliner’s heavier than anything Robin’s ever seen in Hawkins, smudging messily a little in the heat that’s apparently nothing to her. It makes her look a little bit like a panda bear, but not in a bad way.

“Not anymore.” She grimaces. “Ugh, that sounds mean. We’re, y’know, still friends and everything. I’m Eden.”

“Robin,” says Robin, gesturing at herself like a loser. “Hi.”

“Hi,” says Eden, and smiles at her.

#soooo I actually wrote most of this before it became acutely ironic for me specifically #ik I'm vagueing a little but uhh yeah there have been some positive but VERY unexpected developments in my personal life #and originally I was going to apologize for the panda+lesbian slander but yknow what? I stand by it #really need to figure out a tag for this series tho #as always: I do try to keep everything updated/organized on my directory page!#fic: somewhere sometime somehow

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Cute hospital date shenanigans for the boys, and a brief shovel talk from Robin. 😊

Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9 of the love spell no go au

They do have their hospital cafeteria date a few weeks later, and the food is as terrible as Steve promised. Or it looks terrible, anyway; Eddie sticks to jello. Eventually Steve gives up on the saddest attempt at a club sandwich either of them has ever seen (and Eddie has been privy to Wayne’s half-hearted bachelor attempts in the kitchen for years), gets back in line, and comes back with a tray full to capacity with more jello cups.

They attempt to treat them like jello shots until Eddie nearly busts a stitch laughing. Not quite, but It still hurts, and Steve keeps falling all over himself apologizing for the next half hour, but Eddie genuinely doesn’t care. It feels like he hasn’t been able to laugh like that in years, and before he’d grabbed his side and said “Ow” he thinks Steve looked more carefree than he’d seen him in… possibly ever. The existence of Upside Down had been weighing on him for years, and even though Eddie hadn’t known at the time he can tell that Steve holds himself differently now that it’s gone. In just the time Eddie has been awake, the dark smudges under his eyes have gotten lighter, less severe.

And, Robin tells him one of the rare occasions Steve isn’t at his bedside, the obsessive jogging and workout sessions have tapered off.

“Thank god,” Eddie groans, leaning theatrically back into his pillows as if in a swoon. “I don’t think my delicate constitution could handle it if he ever asked me to go for a run with him.” But really, he’s relieved that Steve isn’t pushing himself so hard, running himself ragged to prepare for a threat that has finally been put down for good.

Robin snorts. “Yeah, I think we can safely rule out that happening. He pestered Dustin into helping him find books on physical therapy at the library though, so I’m pretty sure you’re still in for it.”

“… Okay, that sounds ominous.”

“Doesn’t it just.” She leans forward, eyes narrowing slightly. “The dingus is very invested in making sure you heal up as best you can, and I think you know what happens when he sets his mind to something. You’re going to get well to within an inch of your life, mister, and if you ever bitch enough to make him truly upset or feel unwanted in any way, I will destroy your fretting hand. Got it?”

Eddie swallows hard. “Loud and clear, Bucks.”

“Good!” Robin sits back, switching easily from deeply threatening to relaxed and smirking. “Now that that’s out of the way, I can tease you for being just as much of a romantic as he is. A love spell, really?”

That’s when Steve returns from the bathroom, overhears, and groans. “Rob, I hadn’t told him I told you yet! You’re making me look like a jackass…”

“No no, I knew what I was getting into with you two,” Eddie says, recovering from the threat Steve had missed and flashing him a grin—because he does. Even before he was clued in on all the monster hunting stuff, he’s seen how close Steve and Robin have become since last summer. It makes even more sense now that he knows about the Russians (and that as a lesbian and a bisexual dude they’d bonded over a shared appreciation of boobies) but he already knew they tell each other everything and support each other relentlessly, even if it’s something dumb. Maybe especially if it’s something dumb.

And then he turns back to Robin with a gleam in his eye.

“By the way, Bucks, you might want to get used to the door swinging both ways, because I heard about the time you screwed up the laundry and crawled in his window before dawn on a school day looking like a pink marshmallow peep trying to steal some of his clothes.”

Robin whips her head around towards Steve. “You swore you wouldn’t tell anyone about that!”

“Why are both of you doing this to me?” Steve asks with a pout. “What did I do?”

“You’re a gossip, sweetheart,” Eddie tells him with a grin. “But we both still love you, don’t worry. Here, you want my pudding cup?”

“I thought that was the only part of the shitty hospital meals you actually like,” Steve protests, but gamely comes over (via the side of the bed opposite of Robin, who sticks her tongue out at him) and settles himself carefully on the edge of the bed at Eddie’s side.

“The meatloaf is marginally more edible than whatever that chicken casserole thing they usually serve. But we can share,” Eddie offers, and takes Steve’s pleased hum as his answer.

“You guys are going to give me a toothache,” Robin grumbles.

Steve lifts his head a little. “Shit, that reminds me. Help me remember later to call the dentist?” He’s looking at Robin, but quickly redirects his attention as soon as Eddie nudges the pudding spoon against his lips.

“Oh? What happened to Mr. Oh So Superior, ‘I never have to go to the dentist Robs, that whole summer eating ice cream and not one single cavity’?”

At the word ‘cavity,’ a tiny landslide of memory is triggered in the back of Eddie’s head and he clears his throat sheepishly. “Uh, that might’ve been me, actually. The not getting cavities after Scoops, and the, um, getting them again now.”

Steve pauses with his mouth full of a second spoonful, little traces of chocolate on his lips that Eddie is valiantly resisting licking right now. His “Mm-hmm?” sounds like it’s maybe meant to be a ‘Really?’

So Eddie explains some of his panicked spellcasting while Steve was missing beneath the mall. Steve and Robin keep exchanging these looks—”Was it to protect teeth or nails, Munson? Which one?” “Yeah, because I almost got a nail pulled off with Russian pliers, so maybe it was both” is a series of sentences that will haunt him for a long time—and by the time it’s over he’s promised to recast that spell for the entire Party. He declines to mention it’ll probably be a while before he has the energy for that and will leave him with a monster headache whenever he does, because they just saved the fucking world. And yeah, the government is flat out paying them not to tell anyone about it this time along with the usual NDAs, but they definitely deserve to exist free of dental expenses for the rest of their lives.

Also by the end of the conversation, Steve has absentmindedly finished off the pudding. Eddie doesn’t even mind, just chuckles and kisses Steve’s nose when he tries to apologize, because he’d wanted his boy to have it anyway.

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Part 11

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whataboutthefish · 1 year

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While you were sleeping

Omegaverse, Steddie, mpreg

Words 900

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Dear Eddie,

Where do I start? Dustin has given me this tape recorder so I can keep a diary of sorts for you. I guess we have some pretty big news to share.

We’re pregnant.

So I found out today. I’ve been feeling a bit shit, tired and achy and Robin and her big mouth joked that I could be pregnant. I think the way all the color left my face concerned her a little, so she held my hand and we did the test.

I don't want you to miss out on a single moment so here I am probably 6 weeks pregnant, taking a polaroid in profile to show you with this recording.

Any bump you see is more to do with the box of twinkies I stress ate this morning than the tiny bundle of cells making themselves at home in my womb.

I’m so scared, Eddie, I know you’ll wake up soon and laugh; we’ve been to hell, fought demons and survived, what’s scary about one little pup.

Please wake up soon.

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Nine Weeks

Morning sickness is the worst, especially at 3pm. Why do they even call it morning sickness? It's stupid and I hate it. I can’t stand the smell of tobacco, Hopper stopped by the hospital and I vomited on his shoes.

Oh yeah Hopper’s alive, he’s different, you can tell he’s been through it. 8 months is a long time to rot in a Russian jail. You don’t need to beat him by the way, we’d be happy to see you open those eyes any day.

It doesn’t feel real yet, the seedling is still just a bean, and besides the nausea and back ache I don’t feel any different.

I miss you.

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Twelve Weeks

Doctor asked if we wanted to know the sex, I said no. I don’t want to find out without you, I want you there when we first meet our seedling. You can almost see the bump now, Robin says I’m just getting fat, maybe she’s right.

I love the way my body is changing, I’m going soft everywhere, not just my stomach, my chest, my face everything is getting soft. Nancy says I have the pregnancy glow, and my hair is the healthiest it’s ever looked. I guess pregnancy looks good on me.

Wake up soon, Eds, I don’t want you to miss this.

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Sixteen Weeks

I had to get elastic waisted pants. You better not laugh when you hear this because this is all your fault!

Robin is going to birthing classes with me, I'm pretty sure half the group think we are a couple. I’m not in a rush to change their minds, the sad looks are getting to me. When you tell someone your partner is in hospital and you don’t know when they will come home, well, people look at you with pity and a sense of panic in their eyes. Seems people are uncomfortable with the prospect of death, and me an unmated omega, the shame.

No, I think I'll just be the turkey baster lesbian couple instead for now.

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Twenty Two Weeks

Felt her kick today, at first I thought it was just gas but then she really got going, it’s like butterflies in your stomach. I know we decided to keep the sex a surprise but I just have a feeling. Dustin did some old wives tale trick with a pendulum and agrees with me, god knows where he dug that bit of information from.

We are past the point of fitting into elastic waists and I am officially in maternity wear. I am not happy about this. The clothes are obscenely cutesy, with a wide variety of moo moos and oversized sweaters to choose from.

I’m afraid your hellfire shirt is now completely stretched out and no longer yours. I’m not giving it back.

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Twenty Five Weeks

Robin is on at me about picking a name, at least a short list, but I can’t. Seedling will suffice for now, you’ll wake up soon and we can argue about all the silly names you’ll choose. I’ve already vetoed Frodo so you can forget about that suggestion.

The nurses helped me lay beside you today. I was so tired and seedling was very active, they helped me lay your hand over my stomach and she played with you for over an hour. I would have been mad, she was really going for my kidneys but I swear I saw your eyes open, just for a moment. The doctors think I'm over tired, seeing things that aren’t there, but I know you’re still in there.

You just have to follow my voice, just follow my voice and come back to us.

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Twenty Eight Weeks

Seedlings' favorite time of day is when we are with you, she can’t seem to sit still when she’s with her daddy. I don’t know what you’ll want to be called when she arrives, but I’ve decided on Oma. I know it’s old fashioned but it feels right.

We are so close now, my back aches and my ankles are swollen and all I want is for you to hold me in your arms and tell me it’s all going to be alright.

We might stay a little longer tonight, seedling wants to feel you close and so do I.

Eddie?

Oh my god, Eddie…

Nurse, come quick he’s opened his eyes…

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museumgiftshoperaser · 11 months

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only bought this dress so you could take it off

(lil Ronance modern AU, neighbors kinda thing)

Robin’s already in pajamas when someone knocks on her door. And by pajamas she means she’s wearing boxers and a bleach stained shirt she stole from Steve. So she’s not exactly thrilled to get up. And why should she anyway? Sunday nights are sacred, especially now that classes started back up. It’s the one night of the week where Steve’s gone for basketball practice and she can watch whatever she wants on the TV in the living room. She loves Steve, platonic soulmates and all that jazz, but she can’t for the life of her get him to enjoy the wonders of competitive cooking shows. Like right now. A woman on the screen tilts a skillet over the fire, cooking a steak to absolute perfection as Robin pops another handful of M&Ms into her mouth. It’s quality entertainment. If she gets up now, she might miss something important. What if that woman overcooks her steak? Maybe if she keeps quiet the person will just go away. “I can hear the TV!” the voice comes through the wall, too muffled to recognize. “I need some help!” And then, after a short silence. “Please?” She rolls herself off the couch with a groan, doesn’t even care if the mystery guest can hear it. She runs a quick hand through her hair to make herself somewhat presentable opens the door and- Oh fuck. It’s her. Nancy. Their new next door neighbor and coincidentally the most beautiful person she’s ever laid eyes on. Robin clutches the doorpost so hard it hurts because her elevator crush is two feet away from her, dressed in deep blue, skintight satin. Nancy’s hair is pinned to the side and she’s holding her strapless dress up at the neckline. “Can you zip me?” she asks with a sheepish grin. “I’m running late and I’m all by myself.” Her heels make them almost the same height, but Nancy is still an inch short, leaving her to look up at Robin through her thick, black lashes. She doesn’t usually wear this much make-up. Wherever she’s going, she’s trying to impress someone. When Robin doesn’t speak, Nancy turns her back, revealing a long stretch of exposed skin. The zipper goes all the way down to her lower back. There’s a little mole next to her spine, which is a thing that Robin knows about her now, and it feels far too intimate. “Uh sure…” she mumbles. “Just… What do you…?” “It’s just a zipper, Robin.” Nancy’s back is turned, but she can hear the grin is her voice. “I’m you can figure it out.” She swallows hard. Nancy knows her name. Of course she does. They’ve talked a handful of times when they happened to enter the lobby at the same time. She came to introduce herself when she moved in last month. Still it’s weird that she takes up any mental real estate for this girl so beautiful it physically hurts. Robin takes the end of the zipper between two careful fingers, but it doesn’t budge. “It’s a bit finicky,” Nancy says and she tilts her head to the side, exposing even more of the bare skin around her neck. “Just give it a good tug.” Fucking hell. Robin places a hand on Nancy’s waist for leverage and zips the dress along the curve of her spine. She’s not wearing a bra, strapless and all, and Robin’s trying really hard not to think about that. “So where are you going?” she asks and then she just keeps talking. “You got a date? A boyfriend?” She clenches her jaw and crosses her fingers that didn’t sound weird. Just polite conversation. Making acquaintance. Right? “Oh, God no.” Nancy turns around and smooths down the fabric over her hips. “I have yet to find a man in this city worth dressing up for.” “Tell me about it,” Robin says in a lame attempt at a joke. Nancy no doubt has different reasons for her lack of interest in the men around these parts. Like being objectively out of everyone’s league. Unlike Robin, who realized she was a lesbian back in middle school and hasn’t looked at a man since. Well, she’s technically looked at Steve, if you wanna get literal about it. But he doesn’t count. That’s practically her brother. “Nah, I’ve got a work thing,” Nancy says and she rolls her eyes. “Office party I can’t really skip.” Robin vaguely remembers an elevator conversation where Nancy told her she worked in publishing. “Well, you look great,” she squeaks. Nancy smiles, showing off the dimples that kickstarted the elevator crush all those weeks ago. “You’re so sweet.” She doesn’t even break eye contact as she says it. Robin can feel her cheeks flush and she mentally prepares herself to scream into her pillow the second this door closes. “Which reminds me,” Nancy adds with a coy smile. “I have a little housewarming coming up next Friday. You and uh…. Steve was it?” Robin nods. “Well, you and Steve are definitely invited.” For a brief moment, Nancy’s eyes flick past her so she can sneak a glance into the living room. “Starts at eight, be sure to ask him too.” Oh. Was that her goal? Was she hoping Steve would answer? That makes sense. “We’d love to,” Robin says with a polite smile. “I’ll tell Steve, I think he’s free that night.” Nancy runs her hands along her sides one more time, smoothing down the already flawless curve of her dress. “That’d be lovely,” she says and before she turns she adds; “Can’t wait.”

#stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #no clue where this came from #but suddenly it was written #might give it a little sequal at some point #nancy knows what she's doing #i cannot be held responsible for what i write after listening to dress by taylor swift

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An expansion on this post about Steve and Eddie drunkenly eloping via an underground pastor at a pride event the same day they get together.

(If anyone wants to write anything inspired by this or the original post please do)

It’s 1990 and Steve, Eddie, and Robin end up visiting NY for xyz reason and when they hear about a Pride event they take the opportunity to go. They have fun, get emotional, somehow bond even more. Steve and Eddie have been teetering on the verge of something for what might be years now, the unspoken slow burn of falling in love with a close friend finally getting acknowledged, putting words and actions to the tension between them. They get invited to some more hidden low key community events to follow up the main event.

They get wasted, Robin gets distracted by some fellow lesbians. She gets Steve to let her slip away for a bit, insists that she’ll stay safe and believes Steve and Eddie can handle themselves without her for awhile, perhaps they could take the time to focus on this new evolution in their relationship.

When one of her new friends drags her to where a small excitable gathering is she doesn’t expect to see Steve and Eddie stepping up to the front of the scene. She can’t press herself through the crowd fast enough to interrupt the basement ceremony happening ahead of her. The audience is too loud in their catcalls for her to even make out much of what makeshift vows her friends are sharing but she can hear just enough to know some of it must sound absurd and hyperbolic to anyone paying close enough attention. She makes it to the front in time to see the swoon worthy kiss of a finale before the boys are gently guided to the side and gifted a Polaroid picture as the next couple falls into place in front of the pastor as he puts himself on the line to help same sex couples feel recognized in their commitment to each other.

She drags a giddy Steve and Eddie to a motel a few streets away, manages to keep them safely off each other long enough to snag a couple rooms, doesn’t even attempt to suggest they sleep apart and instead finds minimal sanctuary on the other side of a worryingly thin wall.

The next day they seem to remember all the important details and neither seem mortified with regret which is a big relief to Robin but there’s a stretch of awkward tension through the makeshift breakfast in her room before they checkout where they seem to be trying to get a footing for how to proceed with each other as boyfriends, let alone as unlawfully wedded spouses.

A couple jokes between the three of them and things start feeling more natural, less tense. Steve and Eddie make a few jokes about spousal privilege, Robin playfully laments she hasn’t even had an official girlfriend yet while Steve’s already snagged a husband. Steve counters with how to be fair he and Eddie had only got together a scant 6 hours prior to eloping and never officially used labels so would it really count as him having a boyfriend before her a girlfriend? And if that’s the case she can still brag about that since he won’t ever get to have a boyfriend since he’s married and all now.

It should be a joke but Robin knows Steve, reads the expression on his face, the inflection in his voice. She catches the way Eddie is eyeing him with heart eyes that reflect too much love and adoration and not enough humor for the joke it should be. She doesn’t miss the way he doesn’t make his own quick witted remark to correct or deflect Steve’s assertion. They don’t talk about it in further depth that day, or the rest of the trip.

When they return to their shared three bedroom home life continues in a way Robin assumed it would once her friends figured things out, the boys are more affectionate in a way that would be unbearable if it wasn’t so sweet and slowly one of their bedrooms becomes unused. There’s occasional references and inside jokes that crop up about the elopement but Robin lets it slide for quite awhile after, glad to see her two pining idiot friends are finally happily together. Within the codependency she has with Steve is a constant twist of protective concern and if she lets herself overthink too often she knows she’ll only spiral among a feedback loop of negativity.

It’s when the comments and jokes about marriage and husbands don’t peter out but instead morph into more casual comments that live on the side of too authentic for Robins comfort that the suspicions she’d felt turns to anxious worry that she stops ignoring.

The shiny new rings given to them for the ceremony are still in place on their fingers in a way that really only stands out on Steve’s normally unadorned hand. He gets offended when she suggests he moves it to a chain or something, quips about what kind of husband she must think he is before he gets quiet and swiftly changes the subject when her answer is a fake husband.

It’s 6 months after the trip to NY and Steve is pondering out loud to Robin, which is nothing new, but he’s going on about if it’s tacky to celebrate a 6 month wedding anniversary and how those expectations might differ between dating and marriage. She knows he’s more musing to himself than expecting a response from her but she can’t help the way she eventually explodes on him in frustration born from her concerns that he’s in too deep, too fast.

She suggests that maybe he’s taking the joke too far. He admits it doesn’t feel like a joke. She wants reassurance that he’s not just deluding himself, that the feeling is at least mutual. Steve is too insecure to speak for Eddie since they haven’t explicitly talked about it. They do mutually call each other husbands as a term of endearment and aren’t shy about voicing their love, but a lot of things just haven’t felt necessary to voice. Things just feel right in a way Steve isn’t sure he’s ever felt before. He gets why it sounds insane to want to take their elopement seriously but he thought if anyone would support him wanting to hold onto their opportunity to marry the love of their life, lawfully or not, it would be her.

Robin isn’t so easily reassured. She worries that Steve has fallen victim to playing out his youthful domestic fantasy to the point he’s speed running things and it could be to the detriment of his relationship and his future. She just doesn’t want him to get hurt. Her anxiety runs through all sort of reasons it’s a bad idea. And she lists them off in a near panicked ramble.

He’s young, the relationship is still new, they haven’t even been together a year. How is he sure Eddie is the love of his life? Wouldn’t he have said that about Nancy when he was with her? Has he considered if the trauma bonding is affecting his judgment? He really only came to terms with his sexuality a year ago. He hasn’t decided on his direction in life yet between college or a career. What happened to focusing on finding himself? What if he misses opportunities to find his true potential because he’s prioritizing playing house?

She was the only who knew about their drunken vows, there wasn’t any evidence besides the blurry Polaroid they’d been handed but when she couldn’t ignore the unsettled feelings about the situation she had turned to talking them through as vaguely as possible with Nancy, someone logical and sensible who also knew enough of Steve’s baggage to give some sort of informed insight as she vented.

Steve had been able to handle listening to Robins spiral of doubt, even as it bordered on lecturing, because he knew it came from a place of care and concern as she struggled to understand this discrepancy in their usually compatible logic. But when Robin begins sounding less like herself and more like she’s quoting from memory he doesn’t let her continue.

Robin ends up saying something that sounds just like Nancy and Bullshit. Suggesting Steve might care about being wanted in a relationship more than he did the reality of the relationship, implying every fast track couple was doomed to the fate of Ted and Karen Wheeler’s unhappy marriage or Joyce and Lonnie’s inevitable divorce. She alludes to his abandonment issues, his struggles with self esteem, and his lack of self preservation, as if they might have something to do with why he would want to honor his inebriated spontaneous illegal marriage instead of doing the more sensible and safe route.

Once he’s realized she’s actually been talking to Nancy about him he gets upset. He’s hurt and affronted and as much as he was willing to give Robin some allowance to judge him she had taken her lack of faith in him and in his relationship with Eddie too far. Knowing she’d gone behind his back to talk about him and Eddie to his ex girlfriend and had came out with such negative conclusions and assumptions made him feel raw and defensive. He lets his inner high school bitch take the wheel and watches Robin deflate as he begins correcting her where she’s overstepped.

He’s unable to stop some bitter self deprecation from slipping through when he tells her he might not be the smartest and may not be going many places, or making plans to do big things with his life, but that shouldn’t matter. Not everyone wants to make a difference to the world on a grander and more public scale than secretly saving the world repeatedly from the Upside Down. Not everyone’s priorities are to escape their hometown as soon as possible to disappear into a big city or learn it all at big fancy schools. The only opportunity he currently cares about missing is embracing the direction life will take him and Eddie together, and who they can grow to be while alongside each other. And maybe his aspirations seem lacking to someone as smart and talented as her and Nancy but he’s happy and content in a way he can’t recall ever experiencing, not even with Nancy. And maybe it’d be nice if his best friend didn’t suggest it was all bullshit or insinuate he was an idiot for wanting to keep that feeling alive and strong. There’s more he says but he doesn’t stick around for Robin to respond.

Eddie shows up in time to overhear something that could be taken out of context before Steve storms off but instead of assuming the worst and miscommunication dragging out the ordeal he actually checks on Steve and they communicate via a healthy discussion and Eddie confirms he is just as stupidly invested in Steve and meant every word of his vows too. At first Steve had tried pulling away when Eddie comes to him, Robin (and Nancy’s) words getting to his insecurities and stirring doubt where there’d previously been none. Eddie easily reassures him. Despite not being particularly religious he married Steve under God by the power of a badass rebel pastor and they didn’t need government approval or fancy paperwork or even their friends approval for it to be real.

Robin went to apologize to Steve and Eddie but accidentally eavesdrops which makes her feel even worse for doubting Eddie’s level of seriousness about Steve or that Steve couldn’t handle his own relationship and life, realizing that maybe if she hadn’t been so caught up projecting her own insecurities onto the situation she may of realized Steve and Eddie deserved more credit for understanding each other than she had initially been willing to give them. She does end up apologizing and Steve appreciates it even though he can admit he would of probably stressed out and made an ass of himself over Robin eloping so quickly as well.

For their 6 month anniversary they take the opportunity to get the kids together while everyone is still available. Eddie slips into one of his showy rants against the government and why some laws were better broken, ending it with the declaration that he and Steve being together is a prime example of how worth it some laws are to ignore. Most of the party roll their eyes, used to Eddie’s passionate spiels and gushing about Steve, something that’s only got worse since they returned from NY and were caught being borderline indecent at Joyce and Hoppers wedding reception. Steve had blamed it on their new relationships own honeymoon phase.

Mike who was hanging on Eddies words wrinkles his nose and points out in confusion that sodomy wasn’t illegal in Indiana. This gains everyones attention on him and he flushes, pointing out in his defense that he was just saying it wasn’t exactly illegal for Steve and Eddie to be dating like Eddie implied. The kids rush to tease Mike for just blurting something like that out despite the context until Eddie cuts in to correct the misconception that him and Steve are dating.

This immediately quiets everyone, confused and a little concerned they glance between their two older friends and Steve struggles to keep his face neutral. Beside him Robin shoves her own face in a book in an attempt to hide her own poor poker face. Almost simultaneously Max and Dustin both break the silence, rushing to get clarification and talking over each other as they ask what that means. Steve’s a bit surprised by the amount of hackles raising around the room at the simple statement. Max and Dustin especially looked prepared to follow through on previous shovel talks if necessary, hanging onto every word of Eddie insisting insists him and Steve aren’t boyfriends. They’re just shy of becoming feral as they try to make sense of the situation when Steve finally feels pity and casually chimes it that while sodomy isn’t outlawed same sex marriage is illegal, and yet…

There’s a moment of confused quiet that falls over the room only broken by Dustin huffing exasperatedly until Will lets out an almost involuntary sounding Oh. He’s all wide eyed and pink around the cheeks even before everyone focuses on him and Steve knows Will’s clocked the truth when he sees the way he’s looking at Steve’s ring finger. Will finally meets his eye and offers a hesitant congratulations. It’s only another bated breath before the kids stir with the revelations as their genius minds catch up to the insinuations.

They clarify for El how they eloped and what it meant, how they refuse to let the government dictate their use of matrimonial vows, holy or unholy. Eddie preens under the ability to brag about Steve agreeing to become his unlawfully wedded husband. Steve was prepared for someone to voice skepticism but when he hears Mike through the excited chatter grumbling about not understanding Eddie’s poor choices it means a lot for Robin to be the first to quickly shut it down, a chorus of vocal support following her lead.

#steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #really hope I was awake enough for this to make sense since I came up with it as I went #this is basically just a skeleton to a fic I’ll never write

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I Found Myself a Cheerleader 27

Chapter 27 out of 28

Bumped to the lowest step on the social ladder after his fight with Billy, Steve gets roped in with the cheer team. What starts as a favor to help them out when one member breaks her leg in turn for protection from the brunt of the bullying, sets the universe on a different path.

In this chapter, they're in the hospital and the party stitches itself back together again as they all heal and come together. Hopper returns from the dead and the people from Cali reunite with the others as they catch up and wait for Eddie to wake up again.

On AO3.

Ships: steddie & buckingham

Warnings: hospital, hate-crime mention, homophobia mention, f-slur

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Chapter 27: The Hospital

It’s been two days since the door has been unlocked for the party and uncle Wayne and Eddie still hasn’t woken up yet.

Steve has spend most of his waking moments glued to Eddie’s side, though he makes the rounds past Chrissy and Max whenever Wayne is around, since he is too scared to face the older man just yet. Dustin assures him he’s very nice, but Dustin doesn’t have Steve’s history. So, not meeting between the two so far.

Today is another moment that Steve has ducked out when Wayne came down the hall and has fled to Chrissy’s room to hang out with her and Robin. Chrissy’s own parent have been giving her the cold shoulder for her stunt, especially when she refused to go to bible camp to get her rebellion fixed.

Despite the likely disownment hanging over her head, however, she’s in good spirit. That is probably helped by Robin’s parents, who are taking her under their wing much like they had done for Steve. It’s also helped by the fact that she and Robin have been spending a lot of time together and growing more and more enamored with each other.

However, their budding relationship doesn’t stop them from including Steve whenever possible and the three of them hanging out like they used to do.

“I got a card from all the cheer team, looks like Mary is making head cheerleader after all,” Chrissy tells Steve.

“Bet coach Miller is pissed off she lost her best flyer right before the last championship,” Steve says.

“Yeah, she really thought we were gonna win this time.”

“She always thinks we’re going to win,” Steve rolls his eyes, making Chrissy snort.

“Why do I like you jocks again?” Robin whines. The conversation about cheer has been going on for a while already.

“Because we’re charming and lovely,” Steve suggest.

Chrissy meanwhile grins: “Because you’re a lesbian.”

“I hate you both,” Robin tells them, but she’s grinning too.

“No, you love us,” Steve teases her, feeling safe to do so because he’s getting all their secrets and confessions from both of them.

Like expected, Robin gets a dopey look on her face and grins: “Yeah, I do.”

On the bed, Chrissy blushes, though a happy smile fills her face. She takes Robin’s hand and shyly says: “I love you too.”

Robin’s dopey smile gets even wider and a blush appears, before squeals and kicks her feet, burying her face in the blankets as she face plants into them to hide.

“God, you two are so disgustingly in love, it’s adorable,” Steve complains. Without his consent, his mind wanders to Eddie and how maybe that can be him too, if the other ever wakes up.

The two girls know him well enough to guess where his mind has gone, because Robin pokes her head up from the blankets again and takes his hand, while Chrissy bumps her cast against him. He smiles at them, grateful for their presence.

“He’s going to be okay,” Chrissy assures him.

Robin snorts: “Yeah, he’s too much of a stubborn asshole to go down like that.”

That makes Steve laugh. Robin always knows how to make him laugh or smile again, even when it all feels hopeless. She also knows how to give him hope, they both do.

Their laughter is interrupted by a female voice, who says: “Max told us we could find you here.”

Steve whips his head around and his eyes land on Joyce. She’s standing in the doorway, looking tired but happier than he has seen her since Hopper’s funeral. Before he’s even aware of it, he’s out of his chair and walking to her, hugging her close.

An adult is here to take over again. Joyce is here. He has always felt safe with her, even if she might have only taken him in out of obligation, he knows she cares for him in some way. She wanted him to come to California with them. She wanted to keep him safe. And now she’s here.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice tight with unshed tears and colored with disbelief.

“It’s a long story,” Joyce answers, stepping back so she can cup his cheek and check him over, eyebrows frowning when she spots the bruises on his neck. “We were coming home to make sure you all were okay.”

“And El, Will and Jonathan?” Steve asks. “How did you know?”

“El contacted us, she has her powers back. I was in Russia with Murray when she contacted us, because-”

“Russia?” Steve almost shrieks, the thought of meeting a Russian again terrifying to him after last summer.

Before Joyce can answer, however, another voice comes down the hall. A voice that shouldn’t be here, yet is. Hopper who calls out: “Joyce, you know I don’t move as fast with my passenger.”

It seems impossible, but Hopper is indeed there, coming down the hospital hallway with El clinging to his side. He doesn’t look upset as he holds her close and shuffles as best he can without dislodging her in any way.

“You’re- You’re-” Steve stammers, legs almost numb as he stumbles towards Hopper, one hand raised, reaching out, but unsure if he’s truly seeing this.

“I’m alive, kid,” Hopper tells him, finally there.

Almost as if watching from above, outside of his body, Steve sets another step forwards, collapsing in Hopper’s arms. Tears that have been threatening to fall since Joyce’s arrival begin to fall as he clutches to Hopper, his strong arm coming to rest around Steve as well.

Hopper’s death has been one of the worst things that has ever happened to Steve, which is saying a lot with his life so far. It has given him so much responsibilities and it hurt to loose him. This last stint with the Upside Down, has only made Steve miss Hopper more, feeling the gaps left by his presence.

But now he’s here.

He’s alive.

Hopper is alive.

“It’s okay, kid, it’s okay, I’m here,” Hopper shushes him, rubbing his back as he attempts to soothe Steve.

Steve honestly doesn’t care that he’s an adult and that he’s crying like a little boy in Hopper’s arms, unable to stop. He hiccups: “I lo- love you so so much, I miss- missed you. I’m sorry for not hugging you at the mall, I’m sorry for- I- I’m sorry.”

And he’s only crying more as Hopper holds him. He’s glad the other isn’t too macho to push Steve away after that, because Steve couldn’t have handled that. Hopper is one of the few adults that actually cared for Steve and Steve has regretted not telling him that when he was gone. He needed to say it and now he has.

“Me too, me too,” Hopper says and that’s more than enough for Steve, who continues to try and squeeze the life out of him with how tightly he holds him, uncaring about his stitches.

Robin, however, does care about his stitches and comes to pull him away. She says: “Come on, dingus. The nurse will yell at you if you pop your stitches again.”

Steve stubbornly tries to hold on for a little bit more, but the comment has worried Hopper and Joyce enough that they don’t let them. Joyce going to check him over again, frowning: “Are you hurt?”

“A little bit,” Steve says, playing it off. There are people more hurt than him anyway.

“He nearly got eaten by Upside Down bats along with Eddie,” Robin tattles and he kicks at her, though she jumps out of dodge. She sticks out her tongue and he glares at her.

“Eddie took the brunt,” Steve tries to make it less.

“Let’s just start at the beginning,” Hopper says, moving to go sit down.

Steve now properly spots El and he immediately knows that getting her powers back wasn’t fun or easy. He also knows better than to comment on her lack of hair, so he just hugs her like he did at the funeral and fiercely says: “I am so glad to see you, El. Thank you for coming to save Chrissy and Max.”

She hugs him back and says: “Thank you for keeping my friends safe here.”

It chokes him up all over again and he holds her close. He got everyone through alive, but they have never been more hurt collectively, so he doesn’t feel like he should be thanked. But hearing it from her means everything to him, because she has always been the one keeping everyone safe right alongside Hopper and Steve. It feels good that he had her back.

“Always,” he promises her, rubbing her head. Quietly he tells her: “You look bitchin’.”

El pulls back at that and smiles at him. It’s small, but it’s there and it is so good to see her smile again.

While he was saying hi to El, Robin awkwardly half-introduced herself, because she never really got the chance to get to know Hopper and Joyce, as well as introduce Chrissy. Since she is Robin, she also half catches them up on what has happened by introducing Chrissy as the girl who got Vecna’d with Max, before going into a ramble about Vecna.

Steve puts her out of her misery as they all catch each other up on what happened.

They explain how Hopper is alive, though how Hopper survived that, Steve doesn’t know. He spent a few hours with the Russians and that was more than enough for him, being there for months sounds like a death sentence. But he’s here.

Hearing how Joyce got kidnapped to Russia is insane. He has always known that Joyce was one of the toughest people out there, but he only gains more respects for her.

It’s not really until El tells them how they fared that Steve gets mad. Robin of course notices and grabs his hand to prevent him from picking a fight with the government again.

The others have heard a little bit about what happened with them as well and they catch them up on all the drama and nonsense they’ve had to face. Luckily able to also tell them that Eddie’s name was cleared yesterday and they’ve let Henry Creel take the fall for his own killings, painting Eddie as a hero who tried to take him down, found by Steve.

It has been quite a lot for just a week and Steve is so happy they’re there. They are as tired as they are, but with them there, they have more eyes to watch out for those townsfolk who haven’t been convinced and just in case the Upside Down isn’t as collapsed as they think it is.

Steve isn’t alone in his responsibility anymore.

Will and Mike are with Lucas and Max, Dustin also having joined them, while Jonathan is visiting Nancy along with his friend, Argyle. Their group has come straight to the hospital when they arrived, but they’re tired and Steve suddenly remembers he left his cabin like… that.

“Uhm, I-” he starts, suddenly and all turn on him. He says: “I don’t know if El said that I- I have been staying in the cabin.”

“I am his landlord,” El says proudly at the new word she knows now.

Steve flushes a little as Hopper raises a brow and looks between the two. Steve shrugs: “She wanted to give it to me, I convinced her to rent it to me, but I don’t actually pay rent, I just live there.”

“Well done, kiddo,” Hopper says, ruffling El’s hair as she practically preens.

Then she tells them: “We saved your room. All your stuff is as you left it. I made Steve promise.”

Steve cringes and he tentatively says: “Uhm, about that…” El’s head whips around and Steve can feel his soul shrink under her betrayal. Quickly he waves his hands as he explains: “No, not like that. It’s all there, the basketball team just kind of broke in and searched the place and maybe also spray painted some slurs on it.”

His voice almost disappears at the end, shame taking over. He promised to keep their cabin safe and instead he led the basketball team to it.

However, when Hopper speaks, his anger isn’t directed at Steve when he asks: “They’re still targeting you?”

“I mean, it got better for a while, but they, uhm, they thought I would hide Eddie, so they came to look for him there,” Steve tells them, then hesitates before he adds: “You know how they can be, said ‘a fag will hide a fag.’ Even if they don’t know shit.”

The girls also haven’t heard that detail and they gasp alongside Joyce and Hopper when he tells them. El frowns, Steve is sure Joyce has told her not to use that word, like she told him.

Robin’s hand finds his own and he squeezes it, glad for the support. It’s not really a coming out and he tries to hide behind the fact that the basketball team doesn’t even know shit, because it’s true that they aren’t dating. Sadly. Still, it’s scary.

Steve is sure both Joyce and Hopper never fully believed him when he told them those rumors weren’t true, but they have continued to have his back, so Steve doesn’t expect a big blow out from them. Especially not Joyce and he doesn’t think Joyce would want to be with someone who couldn’t accept her boys.

“Is Powell doing anything about this?” Hopper demands to know.

“He’s kinda had his hands busy and it’s not like I’m reporting it to the cops,” Steve replies. “I don’t need that right now. I just said so you won’t be shocked when you get there. You’re free to use whatever you need.”

“When’s the last time you went home?” Joyce asks, obviously concerned, but luckily stopping Hopper from starting an interrogation about it.

Steve isn’t about to tell them that it’s been days, so he just smiles: “Not that long ago, I have the night watch with Eddie tonight.”

It’s not a lie, he just also doesn’t add that he has the night watch every night, because that’s when Wayne leaves. A detail everyone has been kind of aware of, but has kindly not mentioned in his presence yet. Except for Robin and Chrissy, who back him up and don’t mention it now.

“You’re taking care of yourself?” Joyce checks.

“I am,” Steve assures her. “Don’t worry about me, I didn’t just break a man out of a Russian prison.”

“No, but you kept a group of kids out of the hands of a super powered serial killer, that has to count for something,” Joyce tells him kindly, making Steve blush and duck his head, before they bid their goodbyes.

Once the group is gone, Chrissy lets out a deep breath and says: “I can’t believe the chief’s still alive. Breaking into your house for his funeral seems so long ago now.”

“Do you think you’ll get to keep the cabin now that he’s back?” Robin asks.

“I’ll at least get to crash there. Hopper wanted to take me in from the start,” Steve says. “But with El and Joyce in Cali, he’ll probably join them, so I might.” Not that he cares. Steve can sleep in his car for all he cares. Hopper is alive.

That night he holds vigil at Eddie’s bedside again. Max and Chrissy might get to leave in a few days, but Eddie is still out. There’s a little color in his cheeks again, but it is still wrong to see him like this. So still and quiet.

There are no rings on the hand Steve holds. All Eddie’s stuff has been given to Wayne and a selfish part of Steve wishes he could have one of them. Just to make Eddie look more like Eddie again. To know what it would be like to hold his hand properly, instead of this lifeless imitation.

“Please, wake up, Eds,” he whispers softly. “I miss you. You promised we’d move to the city together, that we’d get out of this hellhole. I still have to sit in on one of your games with the kids. I was going to make you dinner and trace your tattoos. Remember? You still need to find out if my moles make constellations. You gotta be awake to do that.”

It’s selfish to ask Eddie to wake up just for him. But Steve does it anyway. Now in the dead of night with no one around, he can ask it of Eddie. He needs to hear the other say it again. To be assured it’s not just a confession made when they thought they wouldn’t make it. To know that Eddie wants to make good on those promises.

“I love you,” he tells the sleeping boy in the hospital bed, a tear leaking from his eye and falling on the limp hand.

For a second, he thinks Eddie squeezes it, but when he frantically starts to call his name, nothing happens again.

Steve sleeps fitfully on the hospital couch, like he has so often done. Nightmares still haunt him and while he hasn’t thrown up yet, he knows it’s only a matter of time, before that happens. It makes him anxious to actually go to bed, so he gets up early and sleeps only as much as necessary.

That morning, he slips out of the room, before Wayne can arrive. It’s become routine and while he hates leaving Eddie, he is more scared of Wayne. Besides, it gives him an opportunity to check in with the others.

Today, he goes by Max. She’s flipping through a magazine, looking bored. Lucas has been forced home by his parents today along with Erica and Dustin always goes by Eddie first when he gets to the hospital. Will and El might come by later, but that isn’t now.

“How you feeling, Mayfield?” he asks, leaning against the door frame.

She scowls at him, but doesn’t look annoyed with him, just the world. “Like my legs are itching and I can’t scratch them and I have nothing to entertain me but stupid magazines.”

“That sucks,” Steve sympathizes, pulling a face. “I can ask Robin to bring some of her weird novels she loves so much. I think you’ll like them.”

“Thanks, Steve,” she smiles, a good sight. “I can’t wait to get out of here. Then I can start learning tricks with my wheelchair. Not a skateboard, but close enough.”

“God, you’re going to give me gray hairs,” Steve groans, but he’s secretly glad she doesn’t hate it entirely.

“Funny, that’s exactly what my mom said,” Max teases him and like the adult he is, he sticks his tongue out at her.

The two continue to chat a little bit more. It’s good to talk to her, to know how she’s doing, to see her. After having her nearly die because they didn’t check on her enough, Steve revels in getting to shoot the shit with her again.

After a bit, she suddenly asks: “Did you and Eddie make up again?” Steve doesn’t know what face he pulls at that, so she explains: “I saw you knocking and then he wasn’t there at new years and I never saw you two together again, but you seemed friendly again on the run.”

He had almost forgotten Max had been in on their prank on the others, but he nods: “Yeah, we- we did. Turns out, we both were being stupid, me especially. But I said sorry.”

“I hope he wakes up soon,” Max confesses softly. “He’s always nice to me.”

Emotion overtakes Steve and his voice sounds choked up as he agrees: “Me too.”

They’re startled out of the moment by a knock on the door. Both turn to find Will and El standing there. Will waves awkwardly, but El skips into the room, throwing herself at Max.

El had been there yesterday too, but her newly returned dad kind of took up a lot of her mental space, so they hadn’t caught up properly yet. But they are now. The two of them immediately start chattering away.

As they do, Will comes to sit next to Steve. He and Max are friends too, but he’s content to let his sister catch up with Max first. He can always do it later and she needs this right now. And he and Steve probably need to have a conversation too.

Steve hasn’t spoken with Will after those few words before they moved to California. Right now he’s glad that he didn’t have the chance to fuck Will up again when his own bullshit came in the way again. But right now he is in a good space. The best space actually. He can talk to Will now, should he want that.

He’s about to subtly ask if Will wants to, so they can find a more private space to sit. However, before he can, there is screaming coming down the hall.

They rush to the door where Steve almost collides with Dustin, who yells: “Eddie woke up! He woke up!”

It takes a second before the words register, then Steve almost pushes Dustin out of the way as he starts sprinting down the hallways. He is dodging nurses left and right, while Dustin and maybe Will follow behind him.

The elevator takes too long, so he’s taking the stairs two at a time, before flying into the hallway where Eddie’s room is.

When he gets there, he nearly runs into the door frame in his scramble to round the corner, skipping to a halt in the room. He’s breathing loudly as he takes in Eddie, who is sitting upright, his eyes open, looking tired but awake. Alive.

“Eddie,” Steve breathes, almost like he can’t believe it.

“Stevie,” Eddie smiles, his arm shaking as he attempts to reach out, though his muscles are still too weak.

However, before it can drop it, Steve is already holding his hand, pushing into his space or maybe pulling himself into it. He sits on the edge of the hospital bed as he brings up a shaking hand, tucking a strand behind Eddie’s ear, which makes the other boy blush.

“You’re- you’re awake,” he says, his voice quiet and filled with awe, as if he’s afraid the moment will become undone or broken if he speaks too loudly.

“I am,” Eddie replies, a crooked grin coming over his face as adds: “I still had a few promises to fill, remember? Like moving to the city, letting you sit in on a game… tracing your moles, finding the constellations there.”

Tears appear in Steve’s eyes and he buries his head in the crook of Eddie’s neck as he starts to weep. It’s not really crying or sobbing, just little gasps as tears stream out of his eyes. Unable to out all his emotions in any other way.

Eddie probably thinks he’s pathetic, but he truly can’t help but cling to him. Though Eddie is clinging back just as hard and a wet spot appears on Steve’s shirt too.

“I’m so sorry for passing out on you, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers.

“Don’t apologize for that, you idiot. I’m just glad you came back to me,” Steve tells him. He’s not going to let Eddie feel guilty for nearly dying of all things.

“I’ll always come back to you,” Eddie promises and even though he can’t truly promise that, Steve believes him.

“I’ll be waiting,” he replies, a promise in his own right.

It’s not an I love you, but it feels the same. It’s enough of an affirmation that that’s still real, now they get to built up to it again. Say it when their lives aren’t in danger, when they’re not in a hospital.

The two of them finally manage to let go and look each other in the eye. Even tear stained and bruised with exhaustion, Eddie’s eyes are beautiful. And now Steve is finally allowed to get lost in them like he has always wanted to.

Well… Almost.

Behind them, someone clears their throat and Steve startles as he scrambles off the bed to check if they’ve been caught. If they’re going to die now.

Instead, he comes face to face with something that is almost worst; Wayne.

“So, you’re the Steve Eds has told me so much about,” he says, looking Steve over. Probably seeing all the parts where Steve fails. Where he isn’t good enough.

Steve swallows: “Yes, sir.”

“Uncle Wayneee,” Eddie whines. “Steve is cool.” Wayne raises his brow, obviously not believing it, but Eddie isn’t letting it stand. He crosses his arms and juts his chin in a way that is very attractive as he argues: “Steve believed I was innocent. He hid me from the cops, fed me and drove me to the hospital. We talked. It was a misunderstanding. He’s cool.”

Okay, so Eddie did tell Wayne about their fight and their friendship. Steve is now glad he avoided Wayne, because he feels his knees shaking under that stern gaze.

However, with Eddie’s words, Wayne’s face softens and he steps forwards. Without thinking about it, Steve steps backwards, mentally cringing at his own actions, though they are founded in valid experiences.

Wayne frowns again as he does, but he doesn’t move any closer, which Steve is grateful for. Instead, he says: “Thank you for bringing my boy home to me.”

“Oh, uhm, you’re welcome, sir. It- It was no issue,” Steve stumbles, unsure how to act in face of this sudden chance of tune. “Is- Is this okay?” he adds, because he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop, even if he knows Wayne knows Eddie is gay, this might be too much.

“Of course it’s okay,” Wayne assures him. “Eds told me you were family.”

It’s the same euphemism Eddie used at that picnic table back in the spring of 1985, now almost a year ago. The sentence that made Steve feel safe for the first time. Now he knows where Eddie got it from.

Oh my god, Eddie got it from Wayne. Wayne knows. Wayne is gay.

Steve is sure his eyeballs nearly fall out of his sockets and Wayne sends him a crooked little grin that makes him look like Eddie. “I mean no harm, son,” Wayne assures him and Steve again feels that blanket of safety fall over his shoulders.

Tentatively, Steve allows himself to smile back. “Thank you, sir.”

“No need for that sir shit,” Wayne tells him, again stepping closer – which Steve allows this time – and clasps a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You saved Eddie and you made him smile, that’s more than enough for me. You’re always welcome at our house.”

“Thank you, s-” Steve stops himself before he can say sir again, but he doesn’t care about the mishap. Meeting Wayne could have been so so so much worse.

“Can I please have my Steve back now,” Eddie interrupts them and Wayne chuckles, while Steve blushes.

Though, despite his red face, he still sits down next to Eddie again. His Steve. It sounds great, the best and now that Eddie is awake and all their issues cleared up, Steve is never just leaving his side again. Unless like Robin needs him.

Eddie sags back into the pillows and softly murmurs: “I’m a little sleepy, sweetheart. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Eds, just rest,” Steve tells him.

“Will you be there when I wake up?” Eddie asks.

“Of course,” Steve promises. “And I’ll be there when you recover and when you get released and then I’ll take you on a silly movie date, if you’d like.”

“I’d love that, Stevie,” Eddie grins tiredly, before he drops off again.

Steve rearranges the pillows a little until Eddie is comfortable, though it might not have mattered, since the boy is fast asleep again. A fond smile graces his lips as his hands linger slightly on Eddie’s skin, finally allowed to touch. To be close.

Dustin’s voice cuts through the moment as he complains: “I didn’t even get to say hi to him.”

He is standing at the doorway alongside Will, who is staring at the scene with eyes big as saucers, which are filled with awe and hope. Dustin however, looks displeased, crossing his arms as he goes on: “When I got here the doctors were poking at him and now you stole all his attention.”

Will glances at Dustin, then at Steve. He’s clearly unsure if Dustin is that oblivious or if he’s that cool and he doesn’t know how to react.

Steve smirks at Dustin then says: “Probably because he likes me better.”

At that Dustin is about to get say something huffy, before he remembers Will and stops himself, also glancing between his friend and Steve. It’s very touching that neither of them want to out him to the other.

“It’s okay,” he assures them.

That’s enough for Dustin, because he immediately pouts: “Just because Eddie’s your boyfriend now or whatever, doesn’t mean he’s not my friend.”

“Technically, I found him first,” Steve points out.

“But I didn’t know that!” Dustin exclaims. “You still have to hang out with me. Both of you. This is unfair.”

“Dating someone doesn’t mean dropping all your friends,” Steve rolls his eyes. “Of course we’re still going to hang out with you. I’ve had to sit both of your rambling about your little board game too much for either of you to give that up.”

“You know DnD isn’t a board game,” Dustin complains, but he’s smiling again as he sits on Eddie’s other side. He tells the sleeping form: “You better say hi to me when you wake up again.”

Steve snorts at that, but doesn’t tease Dustin further. He knows how Dustin felt about Eddie being in a coma. How badly he wanted the other to wake up. Dustin deserves to be a little huffy about not getting to say hi to him when he finally did woke up.

Will cautiously follows Dustin, unable to stop looking between Wayne, Steve and Eddie. It’s both adorable and heartbreaking. Steve wants to say something to him, but Dustin is there and Steve knows better than that.

Wayne also goes to sit back down and sags a little in his chair. The man must be exhausted, working the nights and spending the day here. An idea pops in Steve’s head and he says: “I’m getting some coffee while Eds is still asleep. Want me to bring you one too?”

“Hm? Ah, yeah, thank you,” Wayne says, startling a little from where he was nodding off.

Steve nods, then turns to Will, asking him: “Wanna help me carry, Will?”

Smart as he is, Will sees the offer for what it is and gratefully takes it, following Steve out of the room and down the hall. As always, leaving Eddie hurts, but knowing he’s awake makes it all the easier.

Instead of going to the cafeteria directly, Steve leads Will outside. Once in the privacy of the outdoors, Will bursts: “You and Eddie are dating?”

“Yeah, but it’s a new thing. We danced around each other until- Well, until it was nearly too late,” Steve tells him.

“You have a boyfriend,” Will says, more for himself, because he needs to hear it to believe it.

“I do,” Steve smiles giddily. He also almost can’t believe it either. With all the ups and downs he’s had in accepting himself, it’s almost unreal to be here. To have this. To be in a place where it doesn’t want to make him curl into a ball.

“How does it feel?” Will asks.

“Odd, but great,” Steve answers honestly. “It’s not really real yet. Having this.”

“So, uhm, you’re gay?” Will quietly asks, as if he knows he shouldn’t, but needs to know.

“I am. I’m gay, yeah,” Steve says, because Will needs to hear that even if it’s just once. He needs to have someone say it and it be okay. “I’m sorry about not talking to you last summer. You didn’t deserve that.”

Will looks to the ground, looking grateful but guilty as he kicks the dirt a little. He says: “I mean, I get it. You just got kicked out. Probably wasn’t a good time.”

“Nah, it wasn’t, but I was a bit of dick about it,” Steve shrugs easily. Thinking about that day still makes his heart constrict, but it’s getting easier with time. Easier with people around him, who do accept him.

“A bit,” Will gives in, sending Steve a small smile to tell him he doesn’t mean it.

They’re quiet for a second. Steve isn’t sure if more is coming, but he’s giving Will time. Everyone needs time with this.

After a minute or so, it seems like Will isn’t going to say anything. Steve is about to herd him back inside and get that coffee like they promised, when Will suddenly says: “I might be too, you know, uhm, gay.”

Steve has already known that, but he doesn’t say it. It can be terrifying to hear that you didn’t pass as straight and the only reason Steve even suspects is because Will let him see glimpses of himself that allude to it. So instead he says: “Thank you for trusting me with that,” as he pulls the kid into a hug.

Will goes easily, hugging Steve tightly. It makes his wounds twinge, but he doesn’t care.

It feels good to be in a place where he can hold Will. It hasn’t been easy to get here and there probably will be roadblocks ahead that he can’t foresee yet, but right now, he’s in a good space and he can be here for Will, like he couldn’t last summer. That’s already amazing.

They stand there for a bit until Will pulls back and clears his throat, obviously embarrassed. Steve gets it, so he just asks: “Anything you wanna know before we go back in?”

“Who knows?”

“That I’m…?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Robs – Robin – knows, Chris- Chrissy, too. Eddie of course, Dustin too and Wayne. I’m pretty sure Joyce and Hopper suspect, but I never confirmed. And I accidentally came out to Nancy, but I haven’t spoken with her since,” Steve lists.

“Can I talk to those people about it?” Will asks, sounding like he isn’t sure it’s a question he should be asking.

Steve can read between the lines and figure out, Will might want one of his own friends to talk about his struggles. Steve will always be his brother’s girlfriend’s ex, who is friends with his friends and who he has gotten to know. He never had Will under his wing during their run ins with the Upside Down, so they have a different connection.

“Course you can, kid,” Steve tells him, ruffling his hair. “Now let’s get that coffee before they start wondering where we are.”

Will looks lighter than he has in a long time as they walk back into the hospital to get the coffee for Steve and Wayne, as well as some snacks for Dustin and Will.

When they get back, Steve knows they’ve been gone a little too long for getting coffee. He meets Wayne’s eyes and nods to him as Wayne nods back, a bit of approval and understanding in his eyes that has pride swell in Steve’s chest.

Eddie is still asleep, but he’s sniffling and shuffling a little as he sleeps. It’s an infinite improvement to the stillness from before.

Things are looking up. Finally.

A/N:

We’re finally here! Steve and Will buddies! It took so many chapters, but we’re here :D

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denim-mixtapes · 1 year

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Congrats with the 1k followers! 🥳 Don’t know if anyone asked yet, but I’d love to ask for Mistletoe with Robin.

Hi buddy, thank you!! <3 <3 She was the one I was most excited to write this prompt for so I got a little carried away! Giggly awkward Robin is my FAVORITE.

Robin's mistletoe kiss, w/c: 1k

Join the Christmas Party!

“What’s with you? You’re acting weird.”

You glare across the drink table at Steve’s comment, but don’t argue. He has a point. You’re not usually like this at parties, distant, hovering around the kitchen and doing little more than sipping your drink and observing. Usually, you’re more social, flitting from room to room and saying hi to all the friends and acquaintances you can find, fueled by the false confidence that cheap beer provides.

But that’s because she isn’t usually at these things.

Robin Buckley. Your neighbor Steve’s best friend and the reason you’ve been avoiding the rest of the party. She just makes you nervous. With her wrinkle-nosed smile and melodious laugh, the way her eyes always managed to find yours during band rehearsal and the cute blush that followed when you caught her looking. She’s stupid. And she’s mentioned before that she hates big parties so you’re not at all used to seeing her in this setting.

“Oh, I get it,” Steve says, hiding a smirk behind the rim of his bright red plastic cup. “You’re avoiding Robin.”

“No!” You say, too fast, too loud.

“You know, you don’t have anything to worry about.” He sighs. He’s a good guy, he doesn’t want to out his best friend, but if he has to keep track of one more awkward lesbian he’s going to lose his mind so he’s trying to move things along for both of your sakes. “She’s not scary. Neither of you are, you just need to–” He throws his hands up in defeat when you cut him off with a fixed stare.

“Fine, I’ll go mingle, but only because Eddie looks miserable all alone over there.”

You pour another drink and kick away from the counter, if only to shut your friend up, and make your way to the living room to chat with Eddie for a bit. From your new spot on the couch, you can feel eyes on the back of your head, the warm, tingling feeling of being watched. Peering over your shoulder, you catch Robin at the window, talking to Nancy Wheeler and suddenly staring very intensely at her shoes as she takes a sip of her wine cooler. Your cheeks heat, but you force yourself to turn back to the conversation at hand. She was probably staring at Eddie, anyway.

Later, when you’ve made your rounds and visited with (almost) everyone, you circle back to the empty kitchen for another drink. The white noise of a successful party is quieter here, but you can still hear the cheek in Steve’s voice when he yells, “I think I left it in the kitchen! Robin, could you look?”

Oh god.

She’s grumbling about his lack of self sufficiency when she crosses the threshold, but as soon as she looks up from her glare at the floor, she brightens.

“Hi,” she breathes, knocking her fists together awkwardly.

You’re just as awkward back, chewing on your lower lip and leaning back against the counter, “hey.”

Maybe it’s the red Christmas lights hanging from the kitchen cabinets casting a rosy glow on her face, but you swear she’s blushing.

“Did Steve leave a record in here?” She asks, looking around the room with a pinch between her brows. “He’s insisting on playing Blue Christmas like, right now.”

“I haven’t seen it, sorry,” you laugh nervously, then gesturing to the array of bottles on the table, “but maybe a drink will help you avoid him longer? I've been told I make a mean cocktail.” You’re not sure where that came from, but the bright smile that breaks out on her face is worth it.

She rounds the table and nods, ready to accept your offer, but before she can speak Steve’s voice rings out from the doorway.

“I think maybe I left it on the, uh, ceiling.” He says, which prompts both of you to shoot him a confused look. Behind him, Nancy is rolling her eyes but still watching expectantly. “Try looking…up.”

Despite his lame attempt, you fall for it, and glance upwards to see that in your time mingling, he’s haphazardly hung a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling fan. The hitch in Robin’s breath is audible, but you’re no better.

“Steve this is–” you protest, but get cut off.

“It’s the law of Christmas!” Robin blurts, a little too loud and with the hint of a shake in her voice. She clears her throat and tries to force an air of nonchalance, “you know, you can’t… you can’t leave unless you kiss, right? Like the mistletoe traps you, or something?”

Your heart slams in your chest, fingers twitching where your hands dangle loose at your sides. “Y-yeah, okay.” Quickly, you dart your gaze to Steve in the doorway, suddenly hyper aware of your audience, but he just shoots you two thumbs up and he and Nancy dart away (thankfully). When you turn back to Robin, she’s minutely closer, stepping toward you expectantly but still buzzing with nervous energy. Your cheeks hurt from the force of your smile when you mumble, “c’mere, then.”

Neither of you know what to do with your hands. It’s supposed to be quick, a peck to appease Steve the Christmas Gods or whatever, but as soon as your lips touch it’s all over. All the denial and every claim that Robin couldn’t be into you because she must be straight go out the window.

It’s like static between you. A fizzle and a pop! against your skin where your lips meet, warmth flooding your cheeks, and you’re drawn to her. A small squeak of surprise escapes her throat and has you smiling into the kiss, unable to resist touching her now. You bring your hands to her cheeks, holding on for dear life as if she were going to disappear if you didn’t, and much to your delight, hers wind around your waist to keep you in place.

You both giggle as you pull away, chapped lips sticking together slightly, and you rest your forehead on hers.

“I knew that idiot was up to something,” she sighs, shaking her head, jostling yours where your foreheads connect and forcing another laugh from you.

“I’m glad he was.”

“Mmh,” she hums her confirmation and hugs tighter around your middle. “Me too.”

#1k celebration blurb #robin drabble #robin buckley/reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley/you #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert

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collectivecloseness · 1 year

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robin is 100% the type of person who has to be touching you at all times, even as just friends. sharing a bed together on a warm summer night? her legs are tangled with yours. you’re walking around together? her hand is in your back pocket. she doesn’t care about the people staring either. hanging out in a friend’s living room? her head is in your lap. she can’t help it!!!

See I think Robin gets a little anxious, but also can be excited about touch if it’s with a friend (granted it’s still like ‘I’m gonna throw up on the floor rn’ excited sometimes), but especially if it’s set in canon ST during like the 80s and such I don’t think she’s that brass, in public, and with just a friend.

Especially if she’s not out to you yet, which, there’d either have to be a life or death situation, you’d have to come out to her in any way first and Robin be 101% you weren’t lying just to out her, or you both finally lean in for that first kiss. She may even be 99% sure, but in her mind she’ll keep going back to how she doesn’t know and she can’t be positive, because it’s risky if it all goes wrong. Even if you are okay with her being gay, she doesn’t want to lose your friendship either.

Once she’s with you however? Robin’s gotta make up for lost time of being scared of allowing herself to be touchy with girls she likes, and you like her back!!!

She’s definitely felt that panic of not allowing herself to be touchy with her friends who are girls, or friends she has crushes on, because she’s secretly lesbian, and in a time where that wasn’t as accepted. So finally being able to touch you, even when you are friends, then crushes, before being girlfriends, is just, while a lot, so good for her. She’s missed touch so much and she didn’t even realise it. The first time she genuinely allowed herself to hug Steve back, and it wasn’t just a quick half a second hug, she actually thought she might cry. She hadn’t hugged anyone properly, actually held someone, and been held back, for years. That was also her first hug with Steve, and damn was he a fantastic hugger. But it always makes her feel so good, even if a little heart raising, whenever she touches you, in the beginning.

She’s still a little anxious about it at the start occasionally. But if there was like a drinking incident early on where her cares are quelled a bit, she’s just looking up at you in adoring and yearning awe, her hands on your face constantly to pull you back, for more kisses, or just to look at you, until Steve literally has to haul her into his car to drive her home. It’s a good ice breaker, since you two can’t be scared of accidentally brushing hands the next morning, when the night before she was literally whimpering into a puddle on Steve’s couch, that you were pressing her into, while you both egregiously made out. All night, for hours.

Robin smushes with whoever she’s sleeping next to, she can’t help but sleep in the weirdest positions. Steve’s been kicked in the head somehow, Nancy’s had Robin drooling on her hip but her feet under her chin, and you... you’ve given up counting what the weirdest positions have been. She definitely tangles her legs with you, lays herself directly on top of your own body (which in summer is so hot but you also can’t push her off :( ), and you’ve woken up with her holding your arms around her. When you go to move, her nails have sunk into your hands, and she murmurs happily in sleep when she steals your hands to cage her in closet to your body even more. Robin loooooves to be held. And she’s a cuddlebug at night.

Before you got together, she liked to see what she could do that you’d still be friends with her for, or maybe she could figure out if you liked her back. Both of you laying your heads on top of each other/in each other’s laps? That’s perfectly normal for friends! The amount of cuddles and snuggles you two could both argue to teasing comments from your friends (even if imaginary) that it was just normal friend things! Pecking on the cheeks (and one time on the lips) when you two are just having fun, was everyone on that room telling you they hadn’t kissed someone platonically on the cheek before? Then they were liars, you branded them.

Robin likes if you’re a bit braver, and you hold her hand in public when you two are together. And you say girls who’re friends do it! So the public wouldn’t know the difference. Plus if you’re that kind of person anyway, people around town might see you holding other friends hands all the time, girls and boys, so you say they wouldn’t think anything of you holding Robin’s hand, if it was simply a you thing. No one would come for Robin because of it. She loves that you talk about protecting her, and taking the blame or dishing out the reasons, on the small chance someone asked about it. Also, if someone did call you out and you just bluntly stared at them like they were crazy and it was obvious, saying “we’re just friends”, Robin trusts your acting techniques are enough to make them feel embarrassed. But you say if you both act confident enough about walking around holding hands, like it’s normal, no ones gonna come up and question you anyways. And after enough feigning confidence in practice, Robin starts to not fear every time you two do that.

One day, you both shared a straw with a milkshake, walked back holding hands, and you gave Robin a kiss to her cheek goodnight at her doorstep, and Robin felt exhilarated knowing that, after your assurances, these could all just be taken as close friends actions, if you two argued well enough against anyone, who could even read between those blurry lines! She loves when you come up with these ‘plans’ so she feels safer, but can still touch you.

Once you two get into your relationship though, you love seeing Robin come out of her shell at home. Getting past the ‘oh my god I can’t believe they’re touching me too, and they want me to touch them, and I’m touching a girlfriend’ type of thing, and she’s able to become her more flirty self. You even get to see dom Robin come out, which is a blessing. I definitely think she’s a switch.

Robin will be touching you all over at home, once she’s got you back all to herself. Robin’s all over you, holding you however she can, with whatever she can, giving you that touch she hasn’t been able to give you because you’ve both been out all day (well, except for when you both shared a bathroom, and even that was minimal because it was risky). Saying ‘poor you’, and how you must have been so needy, waiting for Robin to finally touch you all day, where you what to be touched, in the way you want to be touched. And how Robin’s been starved all day too. You gonna let her get what she’s been waiting for? She doesn’t know if she can resist you, don’t be shy, she can feel how much you need her.

You aren’t getting away from her hands, and lips, and hips... She’s surrounding you in her touch. She wants to see you get dizzy from it. And then she wants to watch you fall apart, before slowly, with her own hands, putting you back together again.

#fears of homophobia but no actual homophobic acts mentioned #Robin Buckley/reader #platonic stobin #Robin Buckley drabble #Robin Buckley fluff #Robin Buckley hurt/comfort #Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley x reader #Robin Buckley thoughts #Robin Buckley hc’s #Steve Harrington #stranger things #ask #anon #robin buckley blurb

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beesinajarbuzzzzzzz · 3 months

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Information on my DOL PCs

Decided to make a long post for my PCs. I'll be making one for my NPCs as well. Feel free to ship your PCs with them if you'd want to. Also, I use the DOL+ mod, specifically with Paril's Sideview + BEEES + hairstyles extended.

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Name: Hannelore Diamante/Hana The Heartless Nickname: Hana Age: 18-19 Voice Claim: Jecka from Class of '09 series

Physical Apperance (original): Long black hair, dark blue glassy eyes, pale skin that bruises and burns easily, freckles on her face. Average height, slender definition with little muscle mass (doesn't stop her from beating up everyone), and the flattest chest imaginable

Appearance: Dyed hair that damaged beyond repair, contact lenses, layers of makeup that cover her scars and freckles. Wears a padded bra. 🍰 Currently wear red and soft pink hair dye with maroon contact lenses

Aesthetic: Kangel/Ame from Needy Streamer Overdose/Overload, anything related to dolls, strawberries, colours and shades of red, pink, purple

Relationships to others Hans: Her older twin brother whom she’s incredibly overprotective of. He’s currently gone missing PCs: Feel free to customize

Reputation: The Townspeople Know Her as "Orchid" The Underworld Call You "Scrappy" School Delinquent, Barely Passing

Personality: An edgy, bitchy, boderline emo young woman who uses violence to get her way. Highly aware of how messed up her hometown is and indulges in it. Uses her body but never allows anyone to touch her. Cares for a select few, like Robin and her older twin brother, Hans.

Currently working at mansion parties once a week, typically every weekend. Also works at the Danube Spa for spare change.

Has considered stealing, but her current fame makes that impossible. Highest Exhibitionist, Medium Combat, Medium Business

Inventory: school supplies, spare bandages and various stolen medications, left over stimulants from the maths competition, opened bag of strawberry gummies, 2 canisters of pepper spray, small makeup kit, wallet, broken phone that barely work, spare underwear and bra

Handheld: School Messenger Bag in one arm, a pink customized metal bat in the other

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Hana’s Type

She’s a lesbian, so women only. Hans is gay tho :))

But not like any type of girl. She’s into girls who dress in really cute pastel colours. Hana’s favourite colours are purple and red so that’s a bonus

Someone who’s really good at dancing is great! She’d lead them in a couple’s dance and twirl them around a lot. Hana’s main speciality is in ballet, which she’s been trained in as a child (when her parents were still alive)

Someone who can put up with her mood swings and violent tendencies. Plus her jealousy issues (that are mild compared to Kylar's) is also something major to consider

A baker or at least someone who’s good at cooking. She’s got a big sweet tooth but also enjoys super sour foods as well.

Someone who isn’t fazed by the sight of blood. She just seems to get covered in it a lot, oopsies tee hee. She’s strong despite her seemingly weak disposition, mainly due to her baseball bat

In the same vein, someone who can take of her injuries. She bruises easily because of her pale skin

Doesn’t tolerate anyone who is even slightly mean to her older twin brother. They get the bonk

Seems to have a distaste for overly religious people, as she’s had to fight off cult members for Hans in the past. Also has trauma related to the Ivory Wraith and Blood Moon (aka I heard the Wraith could get you pregnant, had no success with it so far)

(I haven't gotten the Harpy TF yet on this save)

Name: Ansel Diamante/Hans the Hospitable Nickname: Hans Age: 18-19 Voice Claim: Freminet from Genshin Impact

Physical Appearance: Medium length curly black hair, dark blue glassy eyes, pale skin that bruises and burns easily, freckles on his face. Tall for his age, some muscle definition from all the gardening he does. Often seen wearing a cap to protect his face from the sun. Currently has the Harpy TF. Still a virgin atm

Appearance: Has a pierced ear with earrings from his sister. Doesn’t use any makeup though he has some fresh scars and bruises from recent encounters he’s been in. Has binding marks on his arms. Temporarily has an eye patch and obscured vision in one eye. Has that TraumaTM stare

Aesthetic: MedicalCore, the colours blue, gold, and black, Poppies, Farmcore to some extent,

Relationships to Others Hana: She’s his younger twin sister who is known for being violently overprotective of him. Harper: His boss who he’s infatuated with on a disturbing level. Though after his trip to the Asylum, Harper doesn’t really pay as much attention to him :(. Despite his young age, he’s smart and a fast learner. He’s just a nursing assistant for now Great Hawk: He was kidnapped by the Great Hawk while foraging in the Moor. After a few weeks, he somehow turned into a Harpy. Using his new transformation, he escaped but only to pass out and be transferred to the asylum by Harper PC: Feel free to customize

Reputation: He’s basically a nobody, but his sudden reappearance has got some rumours flying around about his absence.

Personality: He’s a meek and shy individual who normally keeps to himself. However, his personality has changed drastically upon his return. Though he’s become more happy-go-lucky and carefree, he’s still naive deep down.

While he attends school on a regular basis, they are times that he misses class to work at the Hospital. There are days where he’s not even at school or the orphanage, and has become more reliant on coffee as a result.

Anyone who even questions the change in Hans’ personality gets beat up by Hana.

Inventory: His pills from Harper, Pain Killers, Water Bottle, Gardening Gloves, Miscellaneous Plants and Seeds, a Feather from the Great Hawk, School Supplies, First Aid Kit,

Handheld: A black backpack

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Han’s Type:

A gay man (FTM)

He’s at the hospital most of the time, so he rarely gets to interact with others outside of that. It pays well enough to cover his and Hana’s rent, but he’s always tired as a result. Lives off of coffee and seasonal salad. Will eat flowers if delirious enough

If you can get past the traumaTM stare, then he’s pretty cute

Acts meek, is super strong and tall (moe gap?). He’s unaware of it, but he’s high on Harper Pills 24/7 and is very susceptible to acts of hypnotism. Has memory gaps because of it.

Someone who takes the time to preen his whitish-blue feathers makes his heart beat. Hana always gets them covered in blood

He’s not a germaphobe, but he’s always wearing a surgical mask and gloves

Someone who likes exploring the outdoors is someone he gets along with in general (as a friend or romantic interest)

He’s like the Great Hawk in the sense that he’ll give you gifts at the oddest times. Also like the Great Hawk, he will try to feed you Lurkers.

No sex for him! Unless you can get the golden chastity belt off of him. Good luck…

You have to be able to convince Hana that you’re not going to hurt him in any way. No incest involved between these two, Hana is overly protective, even more so, as Hans has just come back from his long absence

#DOL #degrees of lewdity #Hana Diamante #Hans Diamante #DOL PC

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