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madaboutmunson · 1 year

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Raspberry Riddle

A little fic I wrote about Eddie meeting Scoops Ahoy Steve, sort of from Robin's POV

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Despite it being the summer holidays and despite it being warm weather, Scoops Ahoy was virtually empty. The reason was that there was some sort of parade going through Hawkins, so the mall was pretty dead, but once the parade was over, it might get hectic here.

A rounded face with small tight curls and heavy-lidded eyes looks through the store window, his mouth hanging open and their eyes blinking slowly. A sleepy smile sweeps over their face as they point upwards and beckons someone else over.

Two other faces appear, also slowly scanning up at the menu above the counter, until their sloth-speed eyes catch up to where their friend's finger is pointing. Giggling ensues.

"Brace yourself, Steve, we've got some little stoners on the way," Robin says with false excitement, "They'll probably buy us out, and we'll get to go home early," she says her words dripping with sarcasm, as her elbows land on the counter and her freckled face lands in her hands.

Steve reverses through the swinging door, arms laden with fresh tubs of ice cream, "If only", he observes the mirthful trio who are contemplating entering the store but seem to be deciding who should go in first, "This looks like your department Rob, three guys? I can't really turn on the Harrington charm for upselling here, can I?" He laughs at the ridiculousness of the prospect.

"Well, you aren't gonna make it as a salesman if you can only sell to one gender, Steve. I'm sure your charm would be as effective on these chumps as on all the ladies you served today." Robin laughs, pointing at the whiteboard under the counter. The tally under You Suck looks extensive, but zero tally marks are beneath You Rule.

"Hey, that's just because I have to wear this stupid hat, ok? The hair is part of the total package! With it covered up, it's not quite as effective, alright? Being dressed like a little sailor boy doesn't lend itself to being…er…alluring." Steve complains but then tries to see the bright side, "Though these shorts do make my thighs look great." He adds, trying to catch his reflection in the polished glass or metal surfaces.

"Gross!" Robin retorts, "Stop looking at your own ass."

"I wasn't… that's not…urgh" Steve resigns himself to refilling the tubs and taking the empties to wash as Robin takes point on sales.

"Ahoy, Mateys. What can I get you?" She says in a lacklustre tone.

They eventually all get to the counter, all three misjudging where it was in their own way, but all three sets of eyes trail up slowly to Robin's face simultaneously, and two sets continue up to the glowing menu above.

The set that remained on Robin belongs to a plaid-vested young man with jaw-length wavy light brown hair. He leans one hand on the counter and misses but rectifies his mistake quickly, "Good Moro, fair lady. We have travelled far to sample your wares."

"I know exactly where you've come from, and it wasn't all that far, well, not for anyone currently experiencing space and time like an average human being", Robin chides, knowing full well all three of them had just spilled out of the back of Eddie Munson's van along with their own personal cloud.

The young man gently strokes his chin, "You know where I've come from, huh? Spying on me were you, m'lady? Oh, to be under your beautiful watchful eyes is truly a tonic for my very soul."

"I know where you've been because you smell exactly like the van parked out back, where I take the trash out" Robin folds her arms and looks at him disapprovingly.

"Forgive our sweetleaf aroma, fair Robin. I sincerely hope your nostrils be not offended." He bows low, almost hitting his head on the countertop, which does raise a laugh from Robin but purely in response to his idiocy, not his flirtation, "Your name so apt as your voice trills like a beautiful birdsong to the ears of Gareth the Great. I will pen a masterpiece. With the crumbs of your laugh and the sea in your eyes, as the ink ."

Robin's eyes widen as Gareth tilts his head, leans his other hand on the counter, and sighs.

"STEVE!!!!" Robin shouts in his direction, not taking her concerned eyes from the floppy-haired rocker at the counter.

"I'm kinda busy here, Robin!!!" Steve's annoyed voice rings out, followed by a loud metallic clattering, "God damn it!"

A fourth wiry frame enters the store, carrying several shopping bags. Robin breathes a sigh of relief, "Eddie, finally. Can you keep your little drummer boy under control, please?" She gestures at Gareth, who tries to catch her hand as it flies towards him, but Robin is too fast.

Gareth receives a sharp backhanded slap on the arm from Eddie, "Gareth! For the last time, leave Buckley alone before you get your waffle cone privileges revoked!"

Another chorus of metal objects falling over comes from the other side of the hatch.

"New crew mate, Captain Buckley?" Eddie laughs, nodding towards the back of the store.

Robin sighs and gives Eddie an exhausted look, "Yeah. About a week now."

"Is there to be a mutiny? Will the new scoop-slinging chick usurp the mighty Dread Pirate Buckley?" Eddie grins broadly, taking out his chain-attached wallet.

"Doubtful, that new scoop-slinging chick only wants to serve the ladies. Adverse to guys for some reason, can't think why." Robin says sarcastically, looking at Gareth.

"Oh really?" Eddie says, raising an eyebrow, handing Robin $10 and jutting his thumb at his bandmates, indicating that he was buying for them as usual. He adjusts his battle vest, "Challenge accepted"

Robin opens the hatch for Eddie, takes a look through and then engages with the other three, but now with an enormous smile on her face.

Eddie skips around the counter and throws his head through the hatch. Robin knows he is only to be greeted by a little pair of shorts and the back of some ample lightly tanned legs as the rest of the sailor is searching for something under a trolley.

"Hey! Sweet Cheeks! Your shipmate is drowning out here," Eddie shouts, making the sailor jump and bang their head on one of the trolley shelves.

Eddie shuts the hatch and runs back around to the customer side of the counter. He fixes his hair a little, adjusts his belt buckle and does his best casual lean and finger drum on the countertop waiting for his sailor.

The door to the back swings open. Eddie takes a deep breath and puffs out his chest a little, which is almost taken straight back out of him, in a wheeze, when he realises the sailor shorts he'd been admiring belonged to none other than Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High.

The alarm on Eddie's face is evident, and Robin bursts out laughing and almost loses it entirely as Steve gets to the counter with an official "Ahoy, there. What flavourful voyage would you like to embark upon today?"

Eddie glares at Robin tight-lipped before continuing, "Hmmm…" he looks up at the menu and taps his chin thoughtfully, "Which one would you recommend…" he looks at his badge as if he doesn't know his name, "er…Steve?"

Steve lets a small smile slip and then straightens up a little, spinning his scooper into its holster, "You want my advice on the best ice cream we have?" Steve asks, looking Eddie up and down.

"Yeah…" Eddie drawls out slowly, "Wouldn't ya know it, some days I'm just so darn indecisive, and I find it best," Eddie leans a hand on the counter and himself towards Steve as he looks down and backs up into Steve's eyes, "to ask an expert."

"Huh," Steve says, "Well…". Then, as he moves towards the ice cream on display, as they pass Robin and the rest of Corroded Coffin, Eddie gives Robin a smug smile, and Robin replies with a silent look of disbelief.

Eddie waits on the other side of the glass as Steve seems deep in thought, "Normally I would say banana, but this cherry has actual cherry pieces in it, so you know it's a treat and got some goodness in it too."

"What other goodness does ice cream need? It's ice cream!" Eddie says, tilting his head.

"Well, it's got actual fruit in it, well...kind of, but it's still better than none. I guess?" Steve shrugs, and a slight concern pinches his brow.

Eddie quickly catches the thread before it's pulled and unravelled, "Absolutely, quite right." He gives a big broad smile, "I'll take a scoop."

A half smile sneaks into Steve's face as he grabs a tub and spins his scooper in his hand.

Eddie pulls an impressed face as Steve hands over the tub and anoints it with a small spoon and an extra cherry.

Steve is standing a little taller. He adjusts his hat and heads back through the doors to the backroom.

Eddie sidles up to the counter, "Told ya!" He smiles smugly at Robin, taking the cherry off the top, dangling it in his mouth, and pulling off the stalk.

Robin is totalling up the ice creams for them all, "You've proved nothing, Eddie."

Eddie leans over to shout whisper so Steve can't hear, "What do you mean, nothing??! I'm not a girl. He served me. I. Win."

"No. You see. You told him I, a girl, needed help. So he rushed out here to do so. You only win if he serves you before a girl waiting to be served." Robin smiles back at Eddie, "So. You. Don't. Win."

Eddie wrinkles his nose, "I. Will. Win!"

Robin shakes her head and laughs, "No. You won't. Just cut your losses, Eddie. The odds are against you."

Eddie points at her, "Never tell me the odds!" Then, he grabs his tub of ice cream and beckons the others to follow him out of the store.

A few hours later, the store is rammed. The queue is out the door, and surprisingly Steve is at his most efficient under pressure. Seeing Robin's stress, he had asked her to cover the register, and he'd manage the ice creams.

Which, to Robin's alarm, he did with gusto, entertaining the waiting people with spins of the scooper or bottle flips of sauce in the air. The customers ate it up, and if it hadn't been helping, Robin's cringe-o-metre would be rocketing into next week.

After some time, the queue thins out, as does the amount of ice cream they have left. Several makeshift signs have adorned the window to advise what Ice cream flavours have run out.

Finally, there is a break, no customers, and the tables are all clear.

"Why don't you take five? I've got this," Steve offers kindly. Robin jumps at the chance for even a few minutes with her feet up and not having to pretend to smile.

What was odd was almost as if Steve didn't seem tired at all. Instead, he appeared energised, like that mad rush had somehow charged him up to full power.

Robin sits at the table for no longer than two minutes when she hears a loud and cheerful "Ahoy Matey!" from Steve, but the noise that follows isn't a smattering of girlish giggles. Instead, it is a low, piratey accent, "Arrr me hearty, another round of ye good stuff, if ye don't mind. What be your sage advisings this time?"

"Well, honestly, there isn't much choice left, but there is a lot of vanilla. I can always jazz it up for you," Steve replies with enthusiasm, and Robin is sure she hears the shaking of a bottle. She peeks through the hatch window, and sure enough, Steve is tossing the bottle around his back. Eddie is following it with his eyes and suddenly catches it out of the air a split second before Steve does and hands it over to him, leaning over the counter.

"There you go, sailor," he smiles.

"Hockey player." Steve points at Eddie's hand.

Eddie's mouth opens to say something and then promptly bites his lips together for a second, "I was, yeah, how could you tell?"

"Oh, you know, I've got an eye for these things." Steve shrugs, trying not to sound pleased with himself as he coats the base and sides of the tub with a jumble of sauces and sprinkles.

Eddie's eyes shoot directly to Robin's peering through the glass, and he pumps his eyebrows at her with a smile, then quickly reverts to his previous stance as Steve looks up at him again.

"Are you allergic to anything?" Steve asks thoughtfully.

"Like what? Ice cream? A bit late for that sunshine," Eddie laughs.

Steve's hand goes to his dropped hip, and he gestures with his scooper, "No, like, um, bananas or nuts."

Eddie's fist goes to his mouth for a moment, and his eyes flash with mischief before he clears his throat, "No, I'm not allergic to any of those", Eddie says with a smile before promptly turning around to face away from Steve. His face looks like it's contorted in pain.

Eddie reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bubble gum. He unwraps it, takes out the small temporary tattoo inside, puts it on top of his money and slides it over the counter next to the register.

Steve hands over the ice cream to Eddie, who is reading the inside of the bubble gum wrapper, as Steve picks up the money and tattoo transfer.

"Huh. Interesting one today…." Eddie says, trailing off.

"What's interesting? Oh, I'm ok for stickers, thanks," Steve says, pushing back the tattoo transfer paper.

"Ok, well, today's riddle is interesting, and it's not a sticker. It's a temporary tattoo. I don't need 'em," Eddie says, pushing up his sleeve to reveal his puppet master tattoo.

Steve shakes his head and pockets the temporary tattoo, "A riddle?"

"Yeah, wanna give it a try?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at Steve.

"Nah, you're good," Steve says very quickly and starts cleaning the counter.

"It belongs to you, but your friends use it more. What is it?" Eddie says, ignoring Steve's answer, collecting his ice cream and change. "Until next time, Cap'n", he salutes and walks out of the store.

Robin watches Steve continue cleaning the counters and register until Eddie is out of sight, and then he leans back on his hands for a moment watching the front door, muttering, "friends use it more…".

Robin frowned. What was Eddie trying to do here? Confuse Steve into liking him more? If anything, this was gonna do the opposite. She didn't know him exceptionally well at this moment, even though the rate at which she and Steve were getting to know one another was rapid, the one thing she knew about him for sure: he didn't like to be made to feel stupid.

But then something interesting happens.

Eddie returns the next day, a quiet spell, the exact exchange of all American sailor and bloodthirsty pirate. An ice cream, a bubble gum, a temporary tattoo and a riddle.

"I am hard to find, difficult to leave and impossible to forget. What am I?" Eddie says, tapping a finger to his lips in thought.

"Oh, that one I know!" Steve says excitedly, "A friend!"

Eddie smiles hugely, "Really?" He unravels the wrapper a little more and flicks it, so it makes a snapping sound, "By Jove! You've got it!"

This time Robin can clearly see Steve's face, and he is beaming with pride, though he is trying to hide it, Eddie dips his head to chase it for a moment before reverting back to his normal stance and picks up his ice cream cup, as they make their goodbyes.

Eddie passes Robin and gives her a nod and a wicked smile, "Buckley".

As he reaches the doorway, Steve's voice rings out, "I think I got yesterday's too. Your name!"

"It's Eddie!" he yells back before exiting the store.

Steve smiles back and shakes his head whilst wiping down the counter.

Then over the next two days, the same thing happens. All that differs is the ice cream, the riddle and the behaviour.

Robin keeps a notepad

Cherry, Your Name.

Vanilla Craziness, A Friend.

Strawberry with a single strawberry. A Heart

Banana Caramel with a chocolate straw, A Promise.

Triple Chocolate with Fudge sauce and chocolate drops, A Secret.

Over those few days, she notices a shift in behaviour, it's not huge, and it's not as rapid a bond as she and Steve had, but it is something, it was different.

So different that Robin had done some investigations of her own. She got her own set of bubblegum sweets. Whilst they did indeed contain a random temporary tattoo, none of them had anything written inside.

For the past two days, she'd hurriedly decided to take out the trash as Eddie left, and both times, she saw him handing the ice cream and his change to a homeless person outside the mall before hopping into his van.

Then came Saturday, and the hordes of hell itself had descended upon the mall as usual. After the sell-out the other day, the order was triple the size, so there was absolutely no chance of the selling out today.

Last week there had been a decided split between Steve serving the girl customers and Robin getting lumped with the guys, but today, maybe because it was so busy, they had adopted the same team positions as before. Steve on scooping, with his additional flair and Robin on the register.

A few hours into the shift, both their tummies growling, only to be staved off by sneaking the occasional piece of fruit or broken waffle cone hurriedly crunched around back whilst grabbing a refill, a familiar silhouette enters the store.

Robin immediately sees Steve's eyes drawn to it, and his energy shifts. He's no longer showboating. Instead, he's opting for speed. Churning out requested ice creams so fast, Robin can barely keep up on the register.

Eddie finally reaches the counter, Robin is unceremoniously hip-bumped to the side, and a scooper is thrust at her, "Raspberry ripple, with the freeze-dried raspberries and dark chocolate sauce, please", Steve says to Robin quietly.

A group of older teen girls are also at the counter, all coiffed hair precisely placed on make-up and smacking their lips from chewing gum. Next to them was the tall, wiry-framed metalhead.

Eddie looks at the girls next to him and casts his eyes down, waving a hand in front of himself for them. Robin can see Steve's eyes dart between the ladies and the gent.

"Ahoy, ladies," Steve says, and Robin locks eyes with Eddie, who mouths, "You win" at her.

Robin thinks a win over Eddie should have felt a lot better than this. But instead, it feels flat as she passes the ordered ice cream to Steve at the register.

He takes the order from the girls and asks Robin for it, and as soon as they are dealt with, Eddie steps forward with a big smile and pushes over his money and temporary tattoo, and Steve pushes the Raspberry Ripple order over to him, and Eddie positively beams at him and lifts up a wrapper to his eye line.

"No, not today, Eddie. I've got one for you." Steve says and takes a handmade miniature scroll, made of two matches and rolled paper, from the crevice of his hat, placing it next to Eddie's change as he passes it over.

Eddie collects everything up, and off he goes again. Robin waits a few minutes and offers to take out the trash, a fully charged and weirdly grinning Steve nods, and she heads out back. She scrambles up the wall a little to peek out at the parking lot. Eddie does the same as usual, hands out his ice cream and change before walking to his van.

But this time, there is a pause at his door. He leans against the van and marvels at the little scroll with a big sweet smile. He opens and closes it a few times as if he were about to read a royal decree.

Robin wrinkles up her nose. Eddie was not ever this happy about losing anything.

He unrolls it, reads it, his smile disappears entirely, he shoves the scroll into his pocket and looks around quickly. He even does once around his van before getting into it to reread the note. Then, finally, he sits back in his seat, looking out the window and tapping the paper with his finger.

Realising she probably has been out back for too long, Robin runs back inside to help Steve, but once back inside, the place is virtually empty again, and Steve is in the process of winding down, stacking up boxes ready to take around back. Whistling The Sailor's Hornpipe tune to himself.

"Sorry, Steve, is everything ok?" Robin asks, a little out of breath.

Steve smiles at her, "Yeah, all good here", and he lets a little sigh.

Robin is desperate to ask what Steve put in that note, but she knows she shouldn't.

The next day, Eddie didn't turn up again, and Robin was disappointed, to say the least.

Robin wasn't sure if she was ready to tell Steve that she also had a history of striking out with the opposite sex. In hindsight, it's probably because she wasn't all that into them in the first place. So she could say she understood or at least could see a similar pattern, except that Steve seemed to only focus on pursuing his attraction to girls, but it was clear to her some guys caught his eye too sometimes.

This back and forth with Eddie these last few days must have been what Steve had been trying to instigate with the girls, but they either didn't get it or gave him that pitying look that shook and ultimately starved his confidence.

Eddie fed it.

And though Eddie might not have noticed, Robin sure did. Steve was letting Eddie do that.

Letting him lean a little too far over the counter, serving up innuendos that Eddie would pretend flew right over his head, saving up new tricks with the sauce bottles for when he turned up, but then purposely missing something so it would drop to the floor for him to go and collect and leaving pauses in the conversation for Eddie to fill in with one of his riddles.

Despite all of that, there was a tiny bit of Robin that was also glad Eddie hadn't shown up again that next week because that's when everything kicked off. First, Dustin had turned up, then the Russian code, the Russian military, Robin's confession to Steve in the bathroom stall, and the giant melted flesh beast.

The subject isn't brought up again until she and Steve have a movie night, deciding on their next steps after their last job got burned to the ground. Tonight The Breakfast Club.

Steve is poking around in his tub of strawberry ice cream, "Do you ever miss working at Scoops?"

Robin wiggles her way to sitting-up position, her legs still lying across Steve's lap, "Yeah, I guess. The money was ok, and sometimes you were bearable." She laughs, "What made you ask that?"

Steve holds up his ice cream tub at her. Robin narrows her eyes in response, glances at the TV screen, then back to Steve, and folds her arms, "So all those other times we've had ice cream, you've not missed Scoops?"

Steve shakes his head in a no and continues eating.

She doesn't press the issue, but she knows for sure this isn't about the ice cream alone. So she leaves a silence.

"Robin?" Steve says cautiously, "Why did you egg Eddie on with the getting served first thing?"

Robin keeps her eyes on the tv, but her pulse is racing. Was he going to call her out on attempting a set-up? "Um, I don't know what you mean, Steve."

Steve shifts in his seat, "You sure about that?"

"It was just Eddie and I having a bit of fun", She replies as casually as she can.

"Funny because from where I was standing, it looked a lot like you were trying to set him up to lose." Robin can hear the smirk in Steve's voice.

"Why would I do that?" She scoffs with a laugh.

"First of all, I heard you. Second of all, you one hundred per cent knew that Eddie would not be ungentlemanly enough to be served ahead of a girl" Steve takes Robin's arms gently so he can look her in the eyes as he talks, "I think you wanted to see what he would do to win me over. I think you wanted to see one of your little movies play out in real life."

Robin throws her hands up and slumps back against the arm of the chair, "Ok, you got me, alright? Eddie is a nice guy, if a little weird, but-but you know, you're a nice guy, and a little weird too…, and he's the only person that knows who you are and was over fifteen to come to that counter that didn't judge you for working there. Plus, you kept striking out with these girls, and I thought, what if-if there was a reason for that…." Robin lets her last words hang in the air.

Steve looks at Robin and swallows nervously, "Yeah…I kinda started to wonder about that too…."

"When? Now??" Robin rapidly sits up and curls her legs behind her, so she's now kneeling on the couch, looking at Steve and grabbing his shoulders to turn to her.

Steve laughs, "Hey, easy. No. Well yes. Now and then too."

"So wait-wait-wait, you liked Eddie? Did you speak to him after? What happened?"

Steve gives her a small forlorn smile, "Ah, you know, I don't think…um…I don't think he felt the same, but at least he was kind enough to keep it to himself."

Robin's eyes go wide, but she doesn't peel her eyes from Steve as she reaches for the popcorn bowl, "Tell me everything…immediately!" She says in all seriousness.

Steve shakes his head, "There honestly isn't much to tell. I wrote him a riddle thing back, and I think he didn't like the answer."

"Ok, I disagree hugely, but we'll circle back to that. What did the riddle say?" Robin asks, leaning over the bowl towards Steve in anticipation. So close, she sees the little flush of embarrassment hit his cheeks.

"Alright, but don't laugh too hard. I'm not Shakespeare, ok? It said:

I can be at hello

I can be at goodbye

I'm on the tip of a straw when your mouth is dry

But you can't have mine if you're too shy." Steve mutters faintly.

In joyous disbelief, Robin pushes Steve's shoulder, "Are you kidding me? You wrote that on that tiny little scroll thing you made?"

Steve looks a little embarrassed and nods.

"Well, do I have news for you. He didn't hate it. He loved that little thing. He had this great big grin on his face! He wasn't even coming in for ice cream! He gave them away, and when he opened it, he was thinking about something." Popcorn is flying everywhere as Robin animatedly reels off all the snippets she saw, gesturing wildly.

Steve laughs heartily and captures her arms, "Hey, calm down. Even if all of that was true, he never came back or tried to contact me about it. So you know, that's that."

Robin throws her arm around Steve in a big side hug.

"It's fine, honestly. I've got a few dates lined up this week, so it's all good. But, in a way, I'm kinda glad he didn't come back to the mall. He could have got dragged into all that stuff like you did, and honestly, I wouldn't have wanted to get drugged, crash a car or set fire to the grossest thing I've ever seen in my life with anyone else," Steve smiles bashfully and feeds Robin a spoon of ice cream.

She smiles back reassuringly at him for a moment, and then she recalls something. Something she thought at the time made no sense, but now it was all slotting together. Robin points at him, "Fire! Fire!!"

Steve frantically looks around as they both leap off the sofa. Robin has a huge smile on her face and runs out of the room and up to Steve's room and pulls out their scrapbook. She flicks through the pages of photos, newspaper clippings and debris of the mall incident and scoops.

She finds the article she wants and flicks through the surrounding pages excitedly, "There!! Right there!!" She pokes at the black and white grainy photo of the Mall site when the clean-up crew was there.

Steve circles the bed to kneel next to her and looks at the book.

Burnt into one of the panels around the site are the words, "NOT SHY JUST STUPID X"

There is a kind of sequel to this as requested by a reader. It is a small completed series and is set after the events of S4 in a universe where everyone is still alive Cryptic Cupid

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inviswounds · 2 years

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In The Bathroom - Robin Buckley *

18+ ONLY. (BY CLICKING READ MORE YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING EXPLICIT CONTENT.)

WARNINGS: SMUT, fluff, pet names (good girl, pretty girl, sweetheart, baby), overstimulation, fingering, awkwardness, mention of alcohol and being drunk, kissing, inappropriate language.

SUMMARY: You go to a party, dressing to impress your crush, when you end up giving her more than just a good impression.

A/N: I found this hard to write because I’ve been writing Robin as awkward and flustered, but this request wanted confident Robin so I’ll try :)

REQUEST: “Heyyyy I just read It'll Never Be Real and I absolutely love it ! Could you maybe write something with a confident Robin flirting with a kind of flustered reader at a party where she is all dolled up for Robin ? Thanks you !!!” & "uhhfhfhdh robin making you ride her fingers like w her rings on just skdjdj she has me on a death grip with her fingers and like her just like worshipping your body shsh -🫧"

CHARACTERS: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler & Steve Harrington.

Your POV:

As you stood outside in the front yard, just a few steps away from the party, you fiddled with your hair and fixed yourself up. You pulled your small makeup mirror from your purse, flicked it open and checked your makeup before reapplying some lip gloss. You sighed as you placed the mirror back in your purse.

You weren’t going to go to this party, since you hated them, but when you found out Robin was going, you knew you couldn’t miss it. Tonight, you had dressed out of your comfort zone. You wanted to impress Robin. You wanted her to notice you. Like, really notice you.

“You good?” Nancy asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You took a deep breath before nodding.

“I’m fine, just a little nervous.” You replied, brushing your hands against your skirt. You turned to face the front door, nerves pooling in your stomach.

“Nervous? For what?”

“Just–” You started, but before you could finish your sentence, your eyes locked onto a familiar brown-haired girl through the window. You stared at her, watching as she laughed and danced alongside some of her friends. Nancy followed your line of sight over to Robin.

“Robin?” She wondered, turning to face you. You fell from your daydream, turning to Nancy with a defensive expression.

“No!” You protested, unable to make eye contact with her.

“Alright, alright,” Nancy mumbled, throwing her hands up in front of her and backing away slightly. You took in another deep breath before forcing your lips into a smile and heading toward the entrance. Nancy followed after you.

As you walked through the front door, your nose was infiltrated by the unpleasant smell of alcohol and sweat. You turned to the right, looking at the spot you had seen Robin in through the window, and realised she was gone. You made your way through the crowd of people that spread themselves out throughout the house, looking for her. Somewhere, along the way, you had lost Nancy in the swarm of drunk bodies that filled every room of the house.

Suddenly, your search was interrupted when you ran straight into someone, causing both of you to fall to the floor.

“Hey, watch where you’re–”

“I’m so sorry,” You apologised, steadying your dizzy eyes.

“Y/N?”

“I’m so stupid, I should’ve–” You continued, not realising who you had run into. You scramble to get to your feet, but fall after a failed attempt. You lifted your head to look at the person and realise it’s Robin. Your mouth opens with a gasp and stills, staring at the girl for a moment.

“Y/N,” Robin repeated.

“Fuck. I’m sorry.” You said, blinking rapidly and waking yourself back up.

“No, no, don’t worry about it, pretty girl.” She replied, reaching out her hand for you to grab. You look down at her hand and then back at her. She moves it closer to you and wiggles her fingers, signalling for you to grab it. You reach for her hand and gently wrap your fingers around her palm, letting her pull you up to your feet. You take a deep breath and gulp, looking back into her eyes and maybe holding her hand for a little longer than you should’ve.

“Thank you.” You added, looking around the room to avoid eye contact. Robin looks down at your shirt, which is now covered in red punch.

“Shit, fuck, I’m so sorry,” She added, guilt flooding her voice. You looked down at your shirt and the big red stain that now came with it and sighed. You had gotten all dressed up for Robin, just to have her ruin your pretty little outfit with her drink. You looked up at Robin with a fake smile plastered onto your face.

“It’s fine, Robin.” You assured, looking around the room for the closest bathroom.

“I’m– fuck.” She cursed, running her hands through her hair. “Here, let me help.” She grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd of people, not caring for the other people she ran into. She grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open, revealing two people making out inside. She cringed as she shut it again, before reopening it with her eyebrows raised.

“Steve?” She said, looking at the boy and girl who had now stopped kissing each other.

“Robin! H-Hey!” He called, wiping the lipstick off of his lip and turning to face her. He looked down at where your hands entwined and raised his eyebrow before looking back at her with a smile. “Oh, you two were– right, right, no, yeah.” He stuttered. You looked at him, confusion written all over your face.

“No, Steve–” Robin tried, but he stopped her.

“We’ll just get right out of your way,” He continued, grabbing the girl and dragging her out of the bathroom. It was almost like there was some kind of secret message floating between the two of them that couldn’t be spoken aloud; or at least not in front of you.

Robin rolled her eyes as she pulled you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She grabbed a couple pieces of toilet paper before wetting them under the tap. She moved to pat the paper against your shirt but stopped herself before awkwardly handing the paper to you instead. You took it from her with a smile and slowly began trying to get the stain out of your shirt.

You patted the paper against your shirt a couple more times before tossing it onto the sink. Robin looked at you.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s gonna come out.” You added, breaking the silence.

“Wouldn’t be the first thing to not–�� She paused. “Never mind.” She grabbed the scrunched-up piece of paper and bent down, holding it close to where the stain sat. She paused and looked up at you, “Can I..?”

“Oh yeah, sure, go for it.” You said. She gently pressed the paper against the stain, testing the waters, before lifting it back up and doing it again. She pulled away and stood up straight, nodding her head toward the counter. "Up."

"What?"

"Sit on the counter, it'll be easier for me." She instructed, nodding to the sink once more. You stared at her for a moment, your lips parted slightly and your eyebrows raised. "I said, sit on the counter." She added, her tone growing sterner. You quickly obliged, lifting your butt on top of the counter. Your feet dangled above the ground as you looked at Robin. She smiled at you before moving her hand to your face and gently pushing a stray hair behind your ear, "Good girl." Your cheeks reddened at the praise, undoubtedly noticeable.

She pulled away, grabbing some more paper towel before wetting it under the sink. She tried at the stain for a bit, awkwardly shifting the towel around your chest, making sure to avoid certain areas. Although she seemed to get more of the stain out than you did, it still wasn’t enough.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s coming out.” She spoke, throwing the paper down. You giggled with a nod, looking down at your dangling feet.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll buy you a new shirt.” She said. You could tell by the tone of her voice that she wasn’t offering, she was stating.

It was just now that you realised you had somehow managed to get you and Robin in a room, alone. Your eyes glanced around the room, looking for something to strike up a conversation and keep her here.

“I thought Steve was your boyfriend.” You blurted out. You bit your lip anxiously as you waited for her response. She let out a small laugh but that did nothing to ease the tension you held in your body, begging for her to say what you had been waiting for this whole time.

“Nope, not my boyfriend.” She answered, picking up the wet paper and tossing it into the bin.

“Oh, so, do you have a boyfriend?” You asked, looking at her nervously.

“No.”

“Do you want a boyfriend?” You questioned, your composure slipping. She turned to face you with a smirk.

“Why do you wanna know so badly?” Robin asked.

“I– I don’t!”

“Well, you seem to be getting a little worked up about it.” She said, looking your body up and down. You now noticed how hard you were squeezing your hands, how clenched your jaw was and how high up your shoulders sat.

“I’m not worked up, I’m just–” You paused, searching for the right words to say. You relaxed your body, letting your shoulders fall as you let go of your palms with a defeated sigh.

“Just what, baby girl?” She said, tilting her head slightly like she knew she had power over you right now. The nickname sent shivers up your spine as you stared back at her, unable to get any words out.

Her fingertips gently grazed the top of your thighs, slowly getting closer to the end of your skirt. As your heart began to speed up, your eyes trailed down her face from her eyes to her lips. You bit your lip, lost in a trance at the feeling of her touching you.

"You gonna answer me, pretty girl?" She asked, raising both of her eyebrows. Her fingers danced along the edges of your skirt, playing with the hem gently. You blinked, looking back at her eyes and realising how she had shifted closer to you.

"I– um, I'm just–" You tried, unable to think with her hands on your body. She looked up at you, blinking innocently as her fingers slipped underneath your skirt and slowly inched closer to where you wanted to feel her the most.

"Can't think straight?" Robin asked, pouting at you mockingly. 'Literally' You thought. Your legs subconsciously parted, allowing her to move her body between them while her fingers crawled up your thigh. Her eyes stayed focused on yours, raising her eyebrows as if to ask for consent. You panted softly, nodding desperately for her. Her fingers moved to trace the outline of your panties, teasing you slowly.

"R–Robin," You breathed. Your eyes glued to her lips, wanting them on yours.

"What is it, baby?" She asked, tauntingly.

"I– I need–" You tried, gasping once you felt her fingertips gently grazing over your panties.

"What? What do you need?" She replied, keeping her eyes locked on your face. She cupped your chin with her other hand and titled your head to look at her eyes. "Tell me what you want, pretty girl." Her thumb trailed over your bottom lip before pulling it down gently.

"I want you."

"Hmm, I'm afraid you're gonna have to be a little bit more detailed than that, sweetheart." She taunted, running her fingers along your covered pussy. Your cheeks flushed red, not wanting to say the words aloud. "Aw, don't be embarrassed, baby," She cooed. She moved her face closer to yours, whispering in your ear, "I just want to hear you say it."

"P–Please, Robin–" You whimpered, trying to move your throbbing pussy that begged for more attention, closer to her fingers. "Please just touch me,"

"Where?"

"Robin!" You whined, throwing your head back.

"Alright, alright, shhh." She chuckled, slipping her fingers under your panties. Her fingers swirled around your wetness, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me baby.” You lifted your head when you felt the cool metal of her rings mixed with the warmth of her hands trail over your clit softly before moving lower. "Shh, you like that, beautiful?" She asked. You nodded desperately at her words, wanting more. "Wow, so desperate, so eager," She snaked her arm around your waist, helping to keep you steady, "I didn't know you were so– dirty."

"Mmm– please, Robin," You moaned, moving your hips against her hands as she rubbed slow circles around your entrance. The circles grew smaller and smaller until her fingers were pressing against your hole. You gasped when you felt one finger enter you, your eyes closing.

“W–Wait,” You whimpered. Her finger froze as her concerned eyes glanced up at your face. “Your rings.” She looked down at where her finger sat inside of you, only halfway in; the ring on her fingers pressed against your pussy lips.

“Hmm, maybe I should keep them on.” She said, smirking at you. “I mean, you wanted my fingers so badly, didn’t you?”

A wave of embarrassment flushed over you, making your cheeks turn red. She slowly eased her finger in, the coolness from the metal rings adding new sensations. She watched your face closely, making sure you liked what she was doing.

When all she was met with was moans and soft whimpers, she knew you were okay. She pushed in another, gently thrusting the two digits inside of you.

“That’s it, baby, you like that?” She asked. You nodded, wrapping your arms around her neck and holding her close as she fingered you. You pulled on the back of her neck, wanting to feel her lips on yours, and she obliged. She kissed you softly before pulling away, her eyes scanning your face for reassurance, before reattaching her lips to yours.

Her fingers thrusted faster into you, dragging a moan out of your mouth and into the kiss. You pulled away to let out another, letting your head fall back in pleasure. She licked her bottom lip as she smiled, watching you squirm and moan from her fingers. "I can't wait to see that pretty little face when you cum for me." She whispered into your ear. You felt your orgasm building as she curled her fingers, hitting that spot you never could.

"Oh!" You gasped, moans trailing after. Suddenly, she slowly started to slow her movements, taking your peak away from you. "R–Robin," You whined, moving your hips against her fingers to try and get more. She held your waist firmly, keeping you in place.

"Shh, pretty girl, I know." She said softly. "You were getting close, weren't you?" You looked away from her and bit your lip. She chuckled at your embarrassment, "Oh I know, sweetheart, but I have an idea I want to try." You lifted your eyes to meet hers as her free hand roamed your body. "I want you to fuck yourself on my fingers," Robin continued. A small whimper escaped from your lips at her words, making her smile grow even more.

"Oh, you like that?" She asked, teasingly moving her fingers inside of you. You rested your head against her shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face from her. "Oh, it's okay, baby," Her voice laced with condescending undertones and her torturously slow fingers making you squirm and whine. "Look at me." You peeled your face away from her shoulder and looked at her. "Good girl." She whispered, looking at your body up and down. Your legs clenched against her at the praise, making her attention immediately focus back onto your face.

"You like being called a good girl?" Robin teased. She leaned in closer to your ear, "Or do you like being my good girl?" Your body shuddered, signalling just how much you wanted her. She let out a small laugh and began slowly kissing your neck. She pulled away, "Go ahead baby, make yourself cum on my fingers." She whispered. You bit your lip and slowly started thrusting your hips against her fingers. Robin looked down at where her fingers met with your body, groaning softly at the sight of her rings hitting the edges of your pussy; sometimes slipping in.

"Thats it, good girl," She praised, slowly starting to help you move your hips. "Ride my fingers, thats it," You rocked back and forth on her fingers, letting out soft moans and gasps at the pleasure. "Mmm, so pretty," Her hand rubbed around your waist, feeling the curvatures of your body. "You like that? You like feeling my fingers inside of you?" She teased, kissing your jaw.

"Yes, so good– it's so good." You moaned, your brows furrowing as you tried to grind against her faster. Your hips moved greedily, trying to make yourself cum on her fingers. You looked desperate. You felt your body getting tired, no longer having the same energy to keep up with what you wanted. "Robin~" You cried, pouting at her. She raised an eyebrow before mockingly pouting back at you.

"What is it, my sweet girl?" She asked, titling her head as you moved against her fingers. "You getting tired?" Her words teased and mocked you, making you feel like desperate pet, but you loved it. You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes at your own frustration. "Can't make yourself cum on my fingers, baby?"

"I need more– I need you–" You begged, your movements slowing. She cupped your face, pushing your hair behind your ears.

"Oh I know, baby, I know," Robin said, nodding slowly with a teasing frown. "You just look so pretty when you beg." She started thrusting her fingers again. Your frustrated pout curled into a smile, moaning at the pleasure she was giving you. "You just relax and let me take care of you, okay?" She pressed her lips against yours slowly.

"Yes, yes, thank you!" You moaned, throwing your head back. A part of you was embarrassed to be acting like this, so desperate, but the other part didn't care. She pressed down on your lower belly as her fingers moved faster.

"Is my pretty girl gonna cum for me?"

"Y-yes! Oh, yes, please!" You yelled, starting to move your pussy against her fingers again. She began trailing kisses down your neck.

"Shhh, baby girl, you gotta be quiet," She added before sucking on your collar bone and definitely leaving a mark. "We wouldn't want anyone to know what we're doing in here, would we?" You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to quiet your moans. You could feel your orgasm building as your eyes rolled back and your desperate moans turned to open-mouthed silence.

Robin looked at you, nodding with a smile as you started to fall apart on her fingers. "Yes, baby, thats it," She encouraged, thrusting through your orgasm. "Cum for me, baby, cum all over my fingers." You smacked your hand over your mouth, silencing the moans that emerged from your throat as you shook uncontrollably. "Oh baby, you look so pretty cumming on my fingers," She continued, watching your face contort with pleasure. "Good girl, keep cumming all over yourself." Your eyes shut tightly as waves of pleasure crashed through you repeatedly.

Your hand raced to grab her wrist as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, but your strength was no match for hers. She continued thrusting her fingers into you through your orgasm, making you shake and moan uncontrollably. You desperately squirmed trying to get away from the pleasure she was giving you; the sensation becoming too much.

“R–Robin I–” You whined as she held you still. She pressed her forehead to yours, still forcing her fingers in and out of your hole.

“Shh baby, you’re okay, you did so good.” She whispered before gently leaning down to kiss your lips. Your moans and whines were muffled by her mouth on yours; her firm grip around your waist stubborn. You wrapped your arms around the back of her neck as you moaned into the kiss, annoyed when you felt her lips pull away with a smirk. “You just look so pretty when you cum.” She said. The power she held over you was strong, stronger than either of you had realised.

As your high began to fade, Robin slowly started to ease her movements before gently pulling her fingers out of you, making you wince.

“Damn,” She pants, running her hands down your thighs as she pulls herself away. “You gonna say thank you, baby girl?” Her voice makes you shiver. You bit your lip as your cheeks flush red once more.

“T–Thank you.” You choke out.

“I wish you could see how fucking hot that was from my perspective.” She adds. You look away from her eyes, unable to bear the butterflies filling your stomach again. “Aw, you’re gonna act all shy now?” She asks, letting out a small laugh. “Baby, I just made you cum on my fingers, there's no need to be shy now.” Her lips formed a smirk that taunted you.

She knew the effect her words had on you. That's why it's so easy for her to be so confident and domineering around you. She loved how flustered you’d get at her flirty comments and not-so-friendly ‘accidental’ touches. She had you wrapped around her finger. Literally.

You gently pushed at her chest, rolling your eyes. You placed your hands on either side of the counter below you and gently slid yourself off. Robin pulled at your skirt, readjusting it to cover more of your legs. You were now both standing, facing each other with Robin towering over you. The two of you looked at each other for a moment as the room filled with silence. You fought against the urge to say something, too afraid to say the wrong thing.

You sighed with a nod, too nervous to say anything else, before turning toward the door to open it. She grabbed your waist, flinging you back around to face her and pressing you up against the door.

“You’re just going to leave me here like this, baby?” She asked, furrowing her brows and pressing her body into you. “Or are you going to return the favour?”

#robinbuckley #robinbuckleyimagines #robinbuckleysmut #robinbuckleyxreader #robinbuckleyxyou #robinbuckley x reader #reader x robin buckley #readerxrobinbuckley #robinbucklyimagine #robinbuckleystrangerthings #strangerthings #stranger things s4 #strangerthingss4 #stranger things season four #robin buckley #stranger things imagines #strangerthingssmut #stranger things smut #strangerthingsimagines

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eddiesprettybabygirlstevie · 4 months

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Why does this sound like Eddie talking about Steve, like I can just see it:

Robin: Alright, let's play cards against humanity!

Eddie: sure, I'm down

Steve: sure whatever

* a few turns later, it's Robin's turn again *

Robin: Alright, Grabbing my man by his love handles and fucking his big ass

* Everyone puts they're cards down, except Eddie *

Robin: Ed's your card?

Eddie: easy, Steve!

Steve: * blushing miserably as he stares wide eyed at Eddie in shock *

Robin: that's not how you play * shakes her head *

Eddie: * shrugs * its true, is it not? Princess?

Steve: ya whatever * doesn't make eye contact with anyone *

Eddie: * smirks proudly *

#SteveHarrington #EddieMunson #RobinBuckley #Steddie

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justonemorewallflower · 3 months

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Here it is! My first Ronance one shot!! I hope you guys enjoy it!

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teddyrb · 2 years

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Her Birthday

Robin Buckley x fem!reader

Genre - Fluff, slight angst.

Warnings - Internalised homophobia? Reader feels like an outsider at first because of their sexuality.

Summary - Y/N hasn’t been hanging around with Robin as much as it nears the girls birthday, but there’s a good reason.

A/N - I think it’s kind of clunky but I love Robin.

Word Count - 1,238

Robin was your girlfriend although she hadn't been seeing as much of you recently as she may have like. It was the weekend before her birthday and at first she thought that you we're planning to surprise her but she didn't have many friends and you didn't have much money for anything extreme. Then she thought you were avoiding her on purpose, that you wanted to break up with her, but then you'd call her at night and the two of you would talk to each other for a while as she could hear you making something with your sewing machine.

Your cute outfits where a part of the reason the two of you had gotten together, nobody in Hawkins could rival your brightly coloured closet of clothes that you'd made yourself. Robin had complimented your outfit's for a while, until her feelings for you had grown too strong and she began avoiding you, that's when you began to approach her. You'd smile as she babbled away, having asked her what she thought of your new outfit the girl went into a stumbling spiral about how incredible you looked, she was in such a state that she hadn't heard the bell for class ring. Inevitably the two of you began hanging out outside of school, you'd turn up at Scoops Ahoy and sit near enough that the two of you could talk with her still behind the counter. Miraculously Steve was never in sight when you showed up, although Robin didn't need to know he was the one feeding you her timetable.

Your first kiss was in your bedroom, Robin had been comforting you on your feelings, you felt like a freak being attracted to someone who wasn't a guy. You'd felt alone your entire life, but one kiss had been able to block out those thought, you started dating one another not long after. Soon enough you were crying outside a burning building, praying that she was safe. That was the first time you'd told her you loved her.

Months later she was sat in her room wondering when you'd become so busy. She wanted to know if the two of you could go out to eat for her birthday but your call's were so short she never got the time. It made her frustrated, but Robin wasn't the type of person to confront issues so she let you be. As the day ticked away, she wondered if you could have forgotten her birthday. She didn't know how she'd react if you did, the thought made her want to cry but she thought it would anger her less than it did. The idea that you were playing around with her feelings, calling her but not trying to see her made her feel too much and when you called her that night she didn't answer.

You turned around, having reached the door. "I love you too, Robin." You pulled on the handle. "I'll see you tomorrow and you can the night."

Robin spent her morning with her parent's until just before noon when she went to hang out with her friends. At 7:55 pm Steve dropped her off outside the restaurant, promising to drop her birthday presents off the next day so she didn't have to carry them. She walked inside and saw you stood at the back of the line. "Boo!" you jumped a bit in shock before hugging her.

"Happy birthday, Robin!" You smiled at her excitedly. "When we sit down your gonna tell me about everything you got." Your conversation continued until you where sat down. "You can open your present from me when we go to my house, I left it there because of how clumps you are. I though you might get food all over it." Robin was in no place to argue.

After you drove back home, you directed Robin to your room and led her over to your bed where she sat down, "Okay, close your eyes. I'm gonna give you your present." Robin did as you asked and you place the large bag in front of her. "Open your eyes, love."

The bag was full of wrapped up presents. "Oh my god, You're insane." Robin spoke as she began opening the presents.

The first thing she opened was a pair of trousers. "Did you make these?" You nodded your head, happy to see her so excited over the present. Robin stood up from the bed and compared them against herself, they were the perfect size. "You're incredible, is this why you've been gone so much?"

You nodded. "You kept complaining that there wasn't anything in the stores around here that fit your properly." Robin walked towards you and kissed you deeply.

"I thought you'd forgotten about my birthday or that you maybe wanted to break up. Don't worry me like that again Y/N." She chided you softly.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to do something special for you." Smiling up at her you knew that there was nothing to be sorry for.

Robin spoke, inching her lips closer to your own. "God, I love you"

"Well, I love you more." Robin went to speak again but you closed the gap between the two of you before she could argue.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x y/n #robinbuckley #robin stranger things #robin buckley stranger things #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley x you #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley one shot #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things 4

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muppetgelica · 2 years

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Robin and steve are the 2 hottest stranger things characters. change my mind

#strangerthings #strangerthingsedit #strangerthings4 #strangerthingsseason4 #strangerthingsday #strangerthingsart #steveharrington #steveharringtonedit #robinbuckleyedit #robinbuckley #pxndlifestrangerthings #st4 #Stranger things #stranger things #stranger things s4

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smileweakandwrong · 9 months

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Just the fluffiest little ronance 5+1 full of sweetness and not a single bit of hurt because I decided to be kind for once.

Summary:

“What do you mean you’ve never caught anything? Like…anything anything?” Nancy shook her head. “After the things I’ve seen in the last year and the way you’ve handled them there’s no way I’m believing that Nancy Wheeler was an inside girl afraid of getting dirt under her nails growing up.”

“Not by choice! But it was always ‘don’t get mud on your shoes’, or ‘you can’t climb trees in a dress’, or ‘don’t touch anything, you’ll get salmonella’ or ‘stay out of the woods, it’s not ladylike to get dirt on your clothes’,” Nancy said in a deep voice mocking her father. “Catching tadpoles and frogs was ‘boys’ play’ so I just stuck to riding bikes and the playgrounds.”

Robin shook her head sadly. “You poor thing. Well, that settles it then—” She patted Nancy’s legs and moved to finally stand up. “—I’m going to teach you how it’s done, expertly, starting tonight with fireflies.”

#ronance #nancywheeler #robinbuckley #tooth rotting fluff #the fluffiest thing I’ll ever write #eventual first kiss once these ding dongs get it together #I love them but they’re very bad at this #ronance fic #ao3 #5 + 1 things

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cowboylikesaturn · 1 year

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stranger things season 5 better have 20 episodes, each 5 hours

#stranger things #stranger things season 5 #eleven #mikewheeler #duffer brothers #this is not a want but a need #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #willbyers #vecna #steveharrington #robinbuckley #hopper #stranger things tv show #st5 #milliebobbybrown #noah schnapp #finn wolfhard #netflix

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nr-yb-wm-hm · 2 years

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Nancy: Robbie, I’m going to the store can I get you anything?

Robin: My will to live.

Nancy: Max’s at school, but I’m picking her up later-

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madaboutmunson · 1 year

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The Drive-In Part 14

Part 1 | Part 13 | Part 15 | Links to all Parts | AO3 Link

Taglist: @2btheanswertothequestion @cr0w-culture @panicatthediaz @rhyswritesreadsandcries @weirdspaceowl @duraffinity

Not even two hours have passed since leaving Eddie at the drive-in before Steve is tearing up the road toward Family Video. He knew he was going way too fast, but he needed to speak to Robin immediately.

He'd got home, chucked down some aspirin, and went for a swim to clear his head. Every other lap, he'd turn his head to breathe and catch a glimpse of the pool loungers. Then his brain, like a TV with a bad signal, gave him flashes of the program. Eddies face lit up in a cool blue light. Eddie's hand outstretched to him. Eddie's lithe torso stretched back on the lounger in front of him.

He felt that feeling again, nervous. No, not just nervous. It was something else. He'd gotten so annoyed with himself, being unable to pinpoint this feeling and given up on the swim, headed for the shower again and returned downstairs to tidy up.

He'd caught a glimpse of the refrigerator and noticed a small plastic bag with a few pre-rolled joints stuck to it and a note.

'For emergency recovery only!! E'

Steve smiled and shook his head, and started to load the dishwasher. He checked in the oven. There was indeed another stack and a half of pancakes. Eddie was bad at measuring for someone who played a game that seemed to Steve like a glorified math problem. Too good to waste, Steve had thought and wrapped them up.

Then trash bag in hand, he'd begun the mission of locating all the randomly placed beer cans, including the tower of them in the den.

Jesus, they'd drank so much last night. Steve could hold his drink, but there was much more to him than Eddie. How neither of them had been violently sick somewhere in the house was a miracle.

Steve cringed a little as a sudden memory of him throwing his arm around Eddie a few times permeated his brain. He shrugs it off. Eddie hadn't mentioned it. Lots of people do that when they're drunk. It was fine.

He had left the doors open to air out the rooms. He knew the maid could have done all this tomorrow, but he didn't want her to wade through all this trash and the thick smell of weed, tobacco and beer that had consumed the house.

He'd disposed of the cans and returned to the furniture that Eddie had tried to move back the best he could, but nothing was exactly where it should be. Once it had been rearranged to perfection, Steve went to assess the damage and honestly, there wasn't much. A bit of a shoe mark on the table that Steve easily wipes away and a little pile of ash by the stereo next to the box of mix tapes.

Steve clears away the ash, looks back at the tapes, and wonders...Did they invite girls round? Steve vaguely recalled dancing, so they must have. When his curiosity had gotten the better of him, he'd opened the tape deck to read the name. Jackie? No, surely not. The Disco girl? That had not ended well, and Steve doesn't remember seeing her at all.

Steve rewound the tape a little hoping that music might jog his memory, and it did. He remembered someone dancing up on the table, and he got that nervous feeling again. No, it wasn't just nervousness. It was something else as well. Steve had shut his eyes and let the music take him back to seeing an outline of a tall, slender girl dancing on the table. That's when that nervous feeling translated for him finally. He'd fallen for them. His stomach flipped at the recognition like a reward.

He got flashes of zoomed-in pictures in his mind. Her smile, one of her eyes with beautiful long eyelashes, a wave of her dark hair, he's holding her hands, and he could almost feel her wrapped up in his arms.

Maybe Jackie paired off with Eddie, and this was one of her friends? That had made much more sense. Steve had figured the girls had probably decided not to stay over. Eddie had probably freaked Jackie out and messed up Steve's chances with this mystery girl.

Is it possible to fall for someone so quickly? One night. Maybe this was it? Some kind of kismet love at first sight?

Steve grabbed a cushion from the sofa and gripped it to his chest. A lovesick sigh escaped his mouth as he had lain on the floor looking at the ceiling. His heart beat so hard against his sternum when the little snippets ran through his mind again. Who was she? Steve had to know.

Steve had contemplated calling Jackie or even finding out Eddie's number to see if anything had come back to him yet like it had for Steve.

Steve cursed at his memory. He rewound the tape, played the song again, shut his eyes, and willed his brain to remember.

In hindsight, Steve can't decide if it was fortunate or unfortunate that his memory had finally decided to give him a snippet.

The room was dark. His hand grabbed her jeans, he called her beautiful, and she spun around.

No!

No! No! That's not right. He thought, no, he prayed, his brain had got this mixed up. It didn't make any sense.

Then this small memory retrieval broke the dam, and Steve remembered everything. Ev-ery-thing!

And that is how he'd ended up breaking the speed limit on the way to Robin.

He screeches into the parking lot, stalks out of his car and bursts through the door.

Robin nearly jumps out of her skin as the door slams open, and she looks him up and down in alarm. She jumps out of her seat, shouting, "Everybody out! I've just had a call. There is a rabid wave of rats headed this way." Most people drop what they're doing and head out, pushing a sweating, heavy-breathing Steve out of the way. Robin walks up to the last remaining customer, sporting a walkman. She lifts up their headphones and says urgently, "Out! Now!"

As soon as the last person is ushered out. Robin flips the sign to closed and locks the door before running back behind the counter, ducking down and coming back up repeatedly, putting box after box of fireworks on top of it.

"So-so wh-what are are we dealing with here. Russians? Giant slimy meat beasts? Government agents?" she asks in a panicked voice.

"No! It's way worse than all of that," Steve says, waving his hands in front of him.

Robin ducks down again and puts a machete on the counter.

"Robin! What the hell?" Steve looks at her in horror.

"Well, you just never know?!" She shrugs.

"Unfortunately, none of this is going to help," Steve says, wiping the sweat from his forehead as his tone relaxes.

Robin's hands go to her waist, and she tilts her head, "Please don't tell me I've exposed my secret weapon collection, lost five customers and shut the store for another episode of Steve's girl problems?"

They stare at one another in silence for a while.

"Just listen..." Steve starts as Robin throws her hands in the air and groans in frustration, stomping to the door to flip the sign to open.

Steve immediately flips it back and follows her around the store, begging, "Robin, please, this is serious this time. I really need your help."

Robin looks at him, shuts her eyes and shakes her head before grabbing some tapes and starting to set them out, ignoring him and flipping the sign back to open.

Steve continues to follow her, flipping the sign back to closed, "Please, Robin. You're my only hope."

"Did you just use half a Star Wars quote on me?" She turns and examines his face, "You are desperate", she says in realisation.

"Yes! Yes, I am!" Steve shouts in exasperation, slamming the side of one of his hand into the palm of the other, causing pain to shoot through his knuckle, and his brain flashes back to punching Eddie's van.

Steve rubs his face with his hands before dragging them down it in frustration.

Robin's expression softens, "Alright then." Steve sighs with relief as Robin points a finger at him, "But just the highlights, alright? No gory details. I would like to be able to stomach some food at some point today."

Steve takes the tapes from her hands and dumps them on the nearest shelf before holding her hands and sitting her down in the chair behind the counter. Steve reaches into his pocket, pulls out a foil parcel and hands it to Robin, "Banana Pancakes", he says as he begins pacing left and right in front of her as she tucks into the food, watching him.

"Wow, these are good!" She says quietly to herself, and Steve just goes for it.

"Ok, so last night I went to the drive-in with Felicity..."

Robin rolls her eyes. She had a deep dislike for this girl in particular.

"Don't worry, she ended up leaving with her friends, ok? But I met someone else whilst I was there."

"Whilst you were still there? Is that a new record?" She laughs.

Steve huffs and thinks for a moment. He wanted to know. He wanted to see if it was the same or if he had misread this friendly interaction as something more, so he bends the truth. Talk about it like this was a girl.

"So me and this...girl are sitting in my car, then she leaves, has car trouble, and I go to help. Some guys are harassing her, and they run away when they see me. We talk, and she laughs. A lot. With me, not at me. So then I offer her a ride, home or mine. She says mine. We go to mine, we have the best time, like a two-person party, talking for hours, drinking, getting high, dancing, she danced on a table...for me...and that was...well..." Steve lets out a long exhale and gets lost in his own thoughts.

"Steve! Highlights!" Robin reminds him.

"Then there was flirting. I called her beautiful and pretty. She put me to bed and slept in a separate room, and this morning she made me banana pancakes...from scratch." Steve gestures at the pancakes Robin is eating: "I take her back to her car. On the way, we sing together, and you should hear her voice. It's all raspy and stuff." Lost in his memories again, Steve's eyes roll to the back of his head, and he grips his jacket collar with both hands. He takes a deep breath and looks back to his potential saviour.

Robin is blinking at Steve. She's probably processing, "So what's the problem?"

"The problem! The problem, Robin, is I don't know. I'm not sure if I like her that way or if it was a friendship thing like I had with you, and I'm reading it all wrong. I feel like it's real. Like, really, real. But then I'm wondering if it can be. How can it be? And...I can not emphasise this enough. I can not get this wrong, ok? It would be social standing ending to get this wrong."

"You're asking me to tell you if a girl I've never met is into you or not?" Robin asks incredulously.

"Yes! Yes, that is what I'm asking!" Steve says, slightly agitated, "Sorry, Rob, I'm not annoyed at you. I'm just...my brain is all messed up. I just met her, you know, and it feels like a big deal, but it can't be, right? It was one night."

"Well, did you kiss or anything like that?" Robin asks

"No, but there was flirty touching. She said some flirty things, I think, and some hand-holding, but from what I can remember, most of that was me."

Someone starts knocking on the door.

Still staring intently at Steve, Robin shouts, "We're closed!"

"I'd give it a maybe. I'm your friend, and I would dance on a table. I'd even dance on a table with you, but for you? No way. We hold hands. And sometimes people say flirty things to be funny. "

Steve sits on the floor, runs his hands through his hair, and looks back at her. He felt hopeless. Nothing was any clearer. He wanted to just spill his guts, but he was worried. Not worried that Robin would turn on him, that would never happen, but that once the truth left his mouth, it would become real.

"Oh, no...no...uh-uh...i know that face. There's something else. Is she married? Is she someone we know? Is it my Mom, Steve?!" Robin leaps out of her seat dramatically.

"No, it's not that," Steve says miserably.

The knocking at the door was getting louder. Robin tries to block it out and focuses on Steve, "Then what is it? Are they on the run from the law? Are they in league with a supervillain? Are they a monster from the hell dimension?"

Steve reaches for Robin's hand that doesn't contain pancake, "Don't freak out, ok. "

"Ohhh, why did you say that? I know I'm definitely gonna freak out now, Steve!" Robin whines, taking another bite of pancake.

Steve bites the bullet. He has to know, and Robin is the only person he knows that could know. So he blurts it out, "What if I told you it wasn't....it wasn't a she?"

Robin's eyes frantically search Steve's as she nervously takes another bite of a pancake. Takes her time chewing it, not losing eye contact with him and then says, "Can you please be explicit in your words right now, Steve, because I think I know what you're saying, but I want to be absolutely one hundred per cent sure, that what I think you're saying, is what you're saying"

"What if I said it was a guy?" Steve says quietly and then tucks his lips back into his mouth nervously, waiting for Robin's assessment.

Robin's eyes go wide. She open's her mouth to speak but is interrupted by a pounding at the door.

"Hey! Don't think I can't see you in there!! I swear to Christ, if I get a late fee!!" An annoyed voice shouts through the door.

Both their heads turn quickly towards the voice.

Steve weakly smiles up at Robin from under the counter, points at the door and whispers, "That guy."

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It'll Never Be Real - Robin Buckley

WARNINGS: Food, internalised homophobia, angsty-ish, swearing, kissing.

SUMMARY: You've been avoiding Robin for a while now, ever since the last week of school when she confessed something you weren't ready for.

CHARACTERS: Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, mention of Billy Hargrove & Mike Wheeler.

A/N: Just to give you a bit of a timeline, this is happening way before the events of season three. Steve doesn't know Robin is gay yet. I wanted to write it like he already knew, but obviously the mall "burnt" down after season three so it wouldn't make sense if they worked at scoops. I'll try to write one where he knows using the family video store which they work at in season four :)

Your POV:

On a hot summer's day like today, the only thing better than going for a swim in Hawkins' community pool, would be getting some ice cream. You and Nancy had planned to go swimming at the pool, but that plan was quickly shut down once you found out Billy Hargrove got a job there as a lifeguard. You had nothing against Billy other than his rough exterior, his harsh words and his overwhelming urge to look so damn punchable. So actually, you had a lot against him. But to be fair he was a pain in the ass.

Now that your pool plans had been ruined, the best option you had was the mall. It had opened at the beginning of summer causing chaos. Everyone wanted to be there. Hawkins was a small town and the new mall was the biggest thing to happen there since Nancy's younger brother's friend went missing and your friend, Barb, too. You still shudder at the thought of it.

Pushing past the unwelcome thoughts your mind always seemed to wander to, you forced your lips into a smile as you stepped out of Nancy's car. Though, it didn't take long before your fake smile turned into a real one. You loved the mall. You had gone almost every day of the summer since it opened. You and Nancy walked together through the mall, basking in its colourful glory.

"What should we do first?" Nancy asked, her smile growing bigger the more she looked around. You pointed to one of the stores, lit up with bright fancy lights that showcased all the colourful shoes it offered.

"That one!" You squealed, grabbing a hold of Nancy's hand and dragging her into the shoe store.

In just an hour and a half, the two of you had already covered multiple stores and were now carrying a heap of bags. Both of your eyes lit up after noticing the bright blue and red lights of the sign that read, 'Scoops A'Hoy.'

"Ice cream!" You squealed, turning to look at Nancy who carried the same expression as you.

"Uh, hell yeah!" She replied. She grabbed a hold of your hand and began pulling you through the crowd of people, aiming directly for the ice cream parlour ahead. Just as the two of you were about to reach the entrance, Nancy stopped. She gasped before quickly pulling on your hand, dragging you to the side and out of sight from the employees, and moving you away from your promised destination.

"Nancy!" You whined, unsure of why she pulled you away.

"Shhh!" She hushed. "It's Steve! I didn't know he worked here!" She peeped her head around the corner, looking at the brunette at the counter once more, before moving to look at you again.

"Huh?" You said, turning and following her eye-sight into the store. Your eyes locked on Steve Harrington, Nancy's ex.

"Yikes, Nance," You started, wincing at the sight. "Maybe we should go somewhere else."

"No, no. It's fine." She said. She brushed out her dress and fiddled with her hair, trying to gather herself.

"Nance?" You questioned, raising a brow.

"What?" She said blankly, looking back at you. "Oh, come on, I'm just trying to look presentable."

"Presentable?"

"I don't want to look like I need him, you know?"

"You don't need him." You corrected, folding your arms.

"Yeah, but, he tends to see whatever he wants to see." She replied, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. You shrugged before you both slowly made your way inside the parlour. Nancy wore a straight face, pretending as if she was not affected by Steve's presence. You couldn't help but smile while looking at the ship-themed decor, the blue and white painted walls and the delicious desserts that filled the display cases. By the time you reached the counter, you were practically drooling.

"Ahoy ladies!" Steve yelled happily, not looking up from the counter. "What can I get yo-" He paused once he noticed Nancy. "Nancy, Uh- Hey." He quickly pulled his hat off of his head. She smiled sheepishly at him. The two of them stared awkwardly at each other for a moment before you decided to break the tension. You cleared your throat.

"Um, can we get one vanilla and one strawberry, please?" You said smiling. Steve's eyes broke away from Nancy's and quickly met yours.

"Oh, yeah, sure thing." He said. He tapped a few buttons on the cash register as you handed him some money. He turned to face the back window and peaked his head in slightly, "Hey, Robin, little help?" You flinched at the name that fell off of his tongue.

Robin? No. Please don't be Robin Buckley. Please. You thought. You had been desperately trying to avoid Robin Buckley ever since the end of the school year. She had built up the courage to admit that she liked you. You were shocked. Obviously. You had been told all your life that girls weren't supposed to like other girls, and you had always tried to ignore the part of you that did. You did like girls. But over time you had convinced yourself that you liked one thing more. Other people's validation.

[FLASHBACK]

"I don't know how to say this," She said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "But, Um-" Her voice shook as she spoke. You bit your lip slightly, afraid of what she was about to say. "I like you." Your eyes shut tight as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You knew this was coming. "Like a lot, I really like you." Robin's eyes glanced over your face, trying desperately to get a read on whatever you were thinking.

"Robin, I–"

"Oh." She interrupted, sadness flooding her voice as it cracked and broke through her words. "I'm sorry, this was a bad idea, I shouldn't have-"

"No, no, Robin–"

"Look, I get it, you don't like me." She said, wiping away a tear that fell down her cheek, trying her best to cover up her feelings. "You like guys."

"Robin–"

"It's okay, it's fine, really,"

"Robin, look," You started. "It's complicated, okay?" You caught a glance of some of your other friends in the corner of your eye and your head immediately turned to face them. Robin followed your eyes, locking hers with the group of girls that laughed and giggled just a few steps away.

"It's not about me, is it?" She asked, her eyes pooling with tears once more. You turned back to her, not able to find any words to respond with. "It's not about liking guys, is it?" Another tear slid down her face as she bit her lip to stop it from trembling. "It's about you wanting to be little miss perfect for all of your stupid little friends." Her eyelashes blinked rapidly in an attempt to stop any more tears from escaping. She had already been vulnerable with you enough today, she didn't need to show any more of herself.

"Robin," You spoke softly.

"Just forget I said anything." She interrupted, grabbing her things and standing up. "Y/N, you may try to be perfect, but," she bit her lip and shook her head, letting out a small huff. "It's not real. It'll never be real because you're not yourself." And just like that, she turned and walked away.

You blinked rapidly, trying to hold in your tears, as you watched her walk further and further away from you. Your lips parted as you turned, now just looking at the blank space. As her words replayed over and over again in your mind, you gulped, trying to take them all in.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Your whole life you had done whatever you could to get people to like you. You tried your hardest to be kind, to follow trends, and basically do whatever anyone asked of you. If you didn't meet their expectations, they would throw you out. You craved their validation. You needed them to like you.

As much as you wished that people would just accept you for you, you understood that it probably wasn't going to happen. It was unfair, you knew that. It was always going to be unfair.

"No thanks!" A voice called. As soon as you heard the voice responding to Steve, you knew it was her. You darted behind Nancy in an attempt to hide yourself from her. When you peeked over her shoulder, she was nowhere to be found.

"What? Robin?" Steve repeated. Suddenly, the window slammed shut, blocking Steve's view into the back room. He paused for a moment before slowly turning and making his way over to the ice cream canister. You and Nancy looked at each other, unsure of what just happened. You moved to stand next to her again. Steve slid open the freezer and scooped one scoop of vanilla before placing it into the cone. He handed it to you.

"Thank you." You replied, passing it over to Nancy. He turned back to the freezer before scooping another scoop, this time of strawberry, and placing it into a cone. He handed it to you with a smile bigger than before.

"So, Y/N, uh– how's it going?" He asked, resting one of his arms on the counter. You took a lick of your ice cream as you looked at him, not really sure what he was trying to do. Nancy stood beside you awkwardly. "You busy tonight?" As much as you felt bad for Steve, there was no way in hell you were going to play along with his little game to annoy Nancy. You had known Steve for ages and even became good friends with him, but Nancy was always going to be your priority.

"Yeah, um–" You stopped. "I have plans."

"Oh? Doing what?" He asked, raising a brow. You looked around, searching for any sort of excuse. Before you could get too ahead of yourself and answer with something crazy, Nancy interrupted you.

"Girls night!" She said, smiling awkwardly. She quickly pulled on your arm, dragging you out of the parlour and away from whatever awkward situation had just happened. The two of you giggled, arm-in-arm, as you talked about it.

Steve pressed his lips together and sighed. He really knew how to make a fool out of himself. He ran a hand through his hair as he pushed the door to the back room. Robin, his co-worker, was sitting in the corner nervously.

"Are they gone?" She peeped.

"Yep. They're gone." Steve breathed, flopping into one of the seats with a loud sigh. His browns suddenly furrowed as he flung his head up to look at Robin. "Wait– What just happened before?"

"Huh?"

"With you not doing your job? and slamming the window shut on my face?" He asked, annoyance lingering in his voice.

"What- I- Well- You know!" She stuttered, unable to get the right words out.

"No, actually, I don't know."

"Well! It's just–" She stopped herself, almost as if she were fighting with her own mind on what to say. "Never mind." Steve rolled his eyes before leaning back in his chair and letting out an annoyed groan.

"What is it? Just tell me!" He whined, growing more frustrated.

"Well, I don't know," She started, biting her lip. "A friend of mine really likes Y/N, like a lot," Steve turned to her and raised a brow. "And sh- He told her that he liked her." Her voice began to crack as she spoke. "And um, she didn't like him back." She looked down at the floor, "Or she was afraid to like him back."

"So?" Steve interrupted, breaking the emotional moment. Robin looked at him. "What does that have to do with you?"

"Nothing! It's just–" She paused, resting her head against the wall with a sigh. "It's just awkward because she knows I'm friends with him." She looked down, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. "She knows I know."

"Right, so it's awkward? So what?" Steve said, shrugging his shoulders. "Did you not see what just happened?" He added, referring to whatever had just happened at the counter before. Robin's frown quickly turned to a smile as she let out a small laugh.

"Yeah, that was pretty bad." She replied, smiling back at the boy. The two laughed for a moment before they were interrupted by loud teenagers giggling and the sound of the shop bell ringing repeatedly. They both groaned simultaneously.

"It's your turn." Steve said, leaning back in his chair.

The moment you and Nancy had left the store, she was quick to jump to her many questions.

"What was that?" She asked, looking toward you.

"Steve? Yeah, I know right." You laughed.

"No. I was talking about how you hid behind me."

"Huh? What? No, I didn't." You lied, trying to cover for yourself.

"Uh, yeah you did." She corrected. Your mouth opened as your mind searched for the right words to say, or the right excuse, but nothing came out. Just as you reached the parking lot, she stopped and turned to face you, grabbing your arms to keep you from moving. "Just tell me, do you like Steve?"

"What?" You gasped loudly, quickly looking around to see if anyone heard what she had just accused you of. "Steve? No!"

"Then why were you being weird?"

"I wasn't being weird!" You protested, jerking your head back quickly in shock.

"You froze when he asked you out."

"Yeah because I didn't know what to say!"

"Because you wanted to say yes, but you couldn't because I was there."

"No! Wait- what? No!" You argued back. You paused and took a step back, trying to ease the tension the two of you had created. "Look, okay, it wasn't Steve I was nervous around."

"What?"

"He mentioned Robin." You said quickly before forcing your mouth closed in an attempt to stop yourself from saying something else you'd regret later.

"Huh? Who?" She questioned, raising a brow. You took a deep breath before finally giving up on your attempts to conceal what really happened.

"Robin Buckley. She works there." You replied softly, looking down at the floor. "He said her name, and I heard her voice, she was there."

"Um, okay? I don't understand."

"I've just been avoiding her, okay?" You snapped, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the subject.

"Are you going to tell me why?" She asked. You stared at her for a moment. Nancy was your best friend. You had known each other for years. She loved you and you loved her. But still, a part of you wasn't sure how she'd react to the truth.

"Just– something happened."

"What happened?" You had always loved Nancy's curiousness, it was a part of who she was. But now it was just making the fighting in your head worse. Should you tell her? Could you tell her? You were constantly at war with yourself, never truly understanding your own feelings and never truly being able to express them. You wished it didn't have to be this difficult. You wished that the panicked anxiety that tore through your stomach daily, forcing you to keep silent, would for once just go away.

"I can't." You said softly, almost like a whisper. Your voice cracked slightly as tears pooled in your eyes. Nancy noticed how fast your defences fell. She noticed how quickly you put up that wall and shut her out, just like you always did. But to be fair, it really wasn't your fault. It was the worlds.

She didn't say anything after that. Instead, she sighed and headed towards the car. You followed slowly behind her. When you both reached the car, you got inside and sat in silence for a moment. Suddenly, Nancy shifted in her seat to face you.

"Y/N," She said gently. You turned, looking at her, and realised the concern she now carried in her eyes. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you." Her brows furrowed softly as she nodded, gulping down the lump that grew in her throat. "You're my best friend, and you can tell me anything," She continued. She looked away quickly as she bit the inside of her cheek. Your lip began to tremble as tears flooded your eyes. You tried your hardest to hold them in. "Just know, I'm always going to love you no matter what."

Silence filled the car once more. She slowly looked up again and turned back to face you. Now she could see all of the emotion held up in your eyes and she could almost feel how heavy your heart sat behind them. She quickly wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. A tear slid down your cheek as you held each other.

What you didn't know, was that Nancy knew. She had always known. And she loved you regardless. It didn't matter to her whether you liked girls or guys or anyone. People were people. People loved people. Nancy understood that. Little did you know, a lot of people understood that.

By the end of the week, you had built up the courage to go see Robin. You had been arguing with yourself back and forth ever since the day she confessed. You knew how hard it would've been for Robin to tell you, and even worse, you knew how hard it would've been to let that memory swim through her mind over and over again, tormenting her.

As you drove through the streets of the small town you lived in, small droplets of rain began to patter against the roof of your car. You didn't notice it at first. But when the light tapping turned to a much louder batting against the car, you worried that maybe it was a sign. A sign for you to turn the car around and go back home.

As you reached the familiar house and pulled over, you raced with the rain to get to the front door. Thankfully, the struggles of running through the rain gave you no chance to worry if this was the right decision. You instinctively knocked your hand against the door, wanting to get away from the rain. A few moments later, the door swung open revealing Robin's mother.

"Oh Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" She said, smiling. She looked at your slightly wet hair and the light droplets of water that fell from your shoulders. Thankfully, you hadn't gotten too wet. "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages!"

"Uh, is Robin home?"

"Oh, right, yes!" She replied, turning to glance around the room. "She should be here somewhere, probably her room," She moved aside, signalling for you to come in. You walked through the door and headed towards Robin's room. You paused at the closed door. Was this a bad idea? You thought. Before you got the chance to further argue with your own thoughts, your hand lifted itself to the door and knocked.

"What?" Robin called out from behind the door. Your mouth opened but no words escaped. "What is it?" She said louder, annoyance lingering in her voice.

"Uh, it's me." You managed to choke out. There was no response. Instead, your ears were met with the sounds of Robin ruffling and running towards the door. You gulped as you watched the knob turn and the door fall back.

"Y/N?" She said softly. She looked you up and down, unsure if it was really you.

"Hey, uh–" You paused to clear your throat, sucking up the courage to actually talk to her. "Can we talk?" She stared at you for a moment before moving aside, allowing you into her room. She shut the door behind you. "Look, um, I just wanted to say I'm sorry." You said. Your leg bounced up and down as you avoided eye contact. "I'm sorry for how I reacted and I'm sorry for avoiding you and–" You stopped yourself. You knew what your mind wanted to say but you weren't sure if you'd ever be able to find the right words to say it. A part of you didn't want to say it at all, but you forced yourself to ignore the part of you that told you to hide.

"Y/N," She whispered. Your name fell off her lips so gently that it was almost like she never said it at all. You looked up at her eyes, watching as they filled with tears. Say it. Just say it. You thought. But you couldn't. And you wondered if you'd ever be able to say it.

The brief moment of silence between the two of you gave you your chance. You opened your mouth, begging for the right words to spill out, but instead, it closed. Instead, your eyes lingered down to her lips and before you knew it, you collided. You pressed your lips against hers. She fell back a little, shocked at the sudden movement, before kissing you back. You both pulled away and stared at each other.

"I–" You started. You licked your lips as you looked down. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I–" Your mind began to fill with millions of unwanted thoughts that tore through your mind repeatedly, yelling at you that you had done something wrong. Before you could dig the hole deeper, you rushed out of her room. You could hear the faint sounds of her calling your name but you ignored them. You hurried through her house and out the door, running straight into the pouring rain.

You gasped as you felt someone grab your wrist and swing you back around. Your lips met with Robin's once more as she pulled you into her. You froze for a moment before wrapping your arms around her neck, allowing yourself to deepen the kiss. Her hand slid up to your cheek, gently holding it as her other grabbed onto your waist. She held you close to her, not breaking the kiss. The rain hissed as it fell down on the two of you, drenching your hair and clothes.

You blinked rapidly as you pulled apart, looking back into Robin's eyes. You stared at each other for a moment, still holding each other, but unable to talk. Your chest heaved as you looked at her blue eyes through the rain, watching as they sparkled. Suddenly, her hand moved from your face as she broke the silence.

"Y/N–"

"I like you." You interrupted. Your teeth instinctively bit your lip, telling you to shut up, but you didn't. "I like you a lot." Your breathing slowed as the tension in your body fell. It was scary, sure, but it sure felt good to say it. "Like a lot, a lot."

"A lot, a lot?" She mimicked, tilting her head with a smile.

"A lot, a lot." You repeated, your smiles turning to soft giggles. She grabbed your face gently, stroking your cheek with her thumb and looking at you lovingly. "I don't want to hide anymore," You said. Her eyes moved to your lips and then back to your eyes. She pulled you into her, attaching her lips to yours once more. Your arms tightened around her neck, trying to bring her closer as you laughed and kissed in the rain.

Little did you know, that in a few weeks time, you'd be sucked into a supernatural mess filled with secret Russian operations and otherworld dimensions. And even worse, Steve Harrington.

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