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You Belong With Me

Robin Buckley,, Stranger Things

Summary: Robin Buckley x Hyper¡Fem Reader,, Robin - the "loser" from band finds herself falling for (Y/n) - the bubbly cheerleader. Robin couldn't help but gawk at her during the football game.

TW: None

You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift

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Robin Buckley had never been interested in football games. The only reason she was here was because band kids were required to play during halftime, and the second their performance ended, she was ready to make her escape.

Or, at least, she would’ve been—if it weren’t for her.

(Y/N) (L/N), Hawkins High’s brightest, bubbliest, most unfairly pretty cheerleader.

Robin didn’t even like football, but she could not, for the life of her, look away from (Y/N) as she cheered on the sidelines. She was like a human sunbeam, bouncing and grinning, throwing her pom-poms in the air like this was the greatest night of her life. Her skirt twirled with every jump, her laughter was contagious, and Robin was sure her face was permanently stuck in a gawking expression.

The bleachers were clearing, and Robin was busy packing up her instrument when she heard someone call out—

“Robin!”

Her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.

She turned, and—oh.

(Y/N) was jogging toward her, still in her uniform, slightly flushed from the game, looking like she belonged in a dream sequence. Robin had no idea how to function.

“Hey,” (Y/N) beamed, stopping in front of her. “You guys were so good tonight! Like, seriously, I was vibing.”

Robin blinked. “Vibing?”

“Yeah! You totally killed it with that solo.” (Y/N) tilted her head, smiling. “You’re, like, secretly really cool, Buckley.”

Robin’s brain short-circuited.

Secretly cool???

Did that mean (Y/N) thought about her? Noticed her?

“I—uh—thanks,” Robin stammered, her face burning. “You, um, you were great too. Not that I was, like, watching you the whole time or anything—”

(Y/N) giggled, and Robin wanted to combust.

“You’re cute,” (Y/N) teased, giving her a playful nudge. “Anyway, I gotta go, but… I’ll see you around?”

Robin barely managed to nod before (Y/N) spun on her heel, disappearing into the crowd.

Robin exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “Holy shit.”

She was floating. Absolutely floating.

Until she saw it.

(Y/N), near the locker rooms, laughing as some stupidly handsome, broad-shouldered guy wrapped an arm around her waist. He leaned in, murmuring something against her ear, and she turned to kiss him, all soft and sweet.

Robin felt her stomach drop.

Oh.

Oh.

Of course (Y/N) had a boyfriend.

Robin forced herself to look away, shoving her hands into her pockets as she turned toward the parking lot.

“Hey,” Steve called from ahead. “You coming?”

Robin swallowed hard, pasting on the best neutral expression she could manage. “Yeah,” she said, voice hollow. “Yeah, I’m coming.”

She told herself it didn’t matter.

That it was just a dumb crush. That (Y/N) was never going to see her the way Robin saw her. That she’d get over it. She had to.

The car radio hummed softly, some cheesy pop song filling the silence between them.

(Y/N) stared out the window, the night sky blurring past, the neon lights of Hawkins’ tiny strip of shops flickering like dying fireflies.

Her boyfriend’s hand rested on her thigh, warm, familiar. Comforting.

She should be happy.

That’s what everyone always told her—You’re so lucky! He’s such a great guy! You two are perfect together! High school sweethearts—how cute!

And she believed it. Or at least, she tried to.

But tonight… tonight, she couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Robin Buckley.

The awkward, lanky band girl with sharp wit and nervous energy. The girl with messy short hair and big gazing eyes, the girl who always looked like she was thinking about a thousand things at once.

The girl who had been staring at her all night.

Robin thought she didn’t notice. But she did. She always did.

The way Robin’s eyes lingered on her during halftime, lips parted like she was seeing something she shouldn’t. The way she stumbled over her words after the game, cheeks flushed, like she was flustered.

The way she looked when she saw (Y/N) with him.

(Y/N) had seen it—just for a second, just long enough to notice how Robin’s whole face fell, how her shoulders tensed before she turned away.

And now, here she was, sitting in the car with her perfect boyfriend, his hand on her leg, his voice rambling about the game—

And all she could think about was Robin.

Her stomach twisted.

This wasn’t right.

She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not about a girl.

Not in Hawkins. Not in the 80s. Not when she had the picture-perfect life handed to her on a silver platter.

She squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deeply. Don’t think about her. Don’t think about her. Don’t think about her.

“Hey,” her boyfriend nudged her, pulling her out of her daze. “You okay?”

She forced a smile. “Yeah,” she lied. “Just tired.”

He smiled back, squeezing her knee before turning his attention back to the road.

(Y/N) turned toward the window again, her reflection staring back at her.

She ignored the way her heart ached.

She ignored the way her mind kept whispering—

What if?

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⊹˚˖⁺a christmas surprise - robin buckley

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Summary: reader gets robin a christmas gift & robin practically falls head over heels

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: late christmas post but its still december !! also props to u if u get the rebel robin reference

Word count: 351

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Robin walked into Family Video more relaxed than ever, knowing it was the last day she had to work before Christmas. She quickly spotted Y/N, her co-worker, restocking a shelf alone, whilst Steve helped a random mom choose a movie for her Christmas party, clearly over it.

As Robin waved hi, she spotted a small box neatly wrapped, with her name on it, sitting on the counter. She frowned, immediately intrigued by the box, even more so as she began to be haunted by the question of who the gift came from.

She decided to unwrap it carefully before assuming anything, and she was filled with surprise and excitement as she unveiled the gift: her very own walkman. She already owned one, a very old one that belonged to her mom, and she had been complaining about its worn down buttons and shitty audio quality to Steve for weeks.

Robin waited for Steve to finish helping around the store, before she walked up to him beaming with excitement and holding up the present.

“Thank you so mu—“, She squealed before Steve interrupted.

“Wasn’t me, Buckley,” He spoke as he nodded towards her.

Robin’s mouth fell in surprise and blush filled her face simultaneously. She was instantly confused, there was no way in hell the present came from her, right?

She shyly decided to approach Y/N, startling the girl slightly as she spoke.

“Hey,” Robin breathed out, still unable to hide her excitement, “I, uh, found this at the counter! Steve told me he didn’t get it for me, and I highly doubt Keith would get something like this for me…”

The girl smiled as Robin rambled on, “A little birdie told me you were getting tired of using a shitty walkman to learn French.” 

Robin felt her smile widen and her blush deepen, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N laughed.

Robin’s look grew from admiration to something else, something that didn’t need to be spoken, but was understood by both girls. And suddenly, Robin wasn’t the only one blushing as deep as a tomato.

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⊹˚˖⁺ but not kiss - robin buckley

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Summary: reader ditches her prom date to spend prom with robin

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: faye webster reference in the title, if u caught it lets kiss

Word count: 587

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Robin Buckley hated dressing up. Especially when it meant wearing something her mom had picked out for her. 

She sat alone, on the gym’s bleachers, watching her prom night slip away as all her friends and their dates were off mingling on the dance floor. Her mom had practically forced her to go, assuring her it would be fun, and that she wouldn’t feel like the odd one out amongst her friends and their dates.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked up to find her friend. Robin was in shock, she hadn’t expected for anyone to come up to her, much less this particular friend of hers.

“Hey, Robin,” She smiled softly, “Mind if I join you?”. Robin mirrored her smile and shook her head in response, watching her sit down next to her. “Whatcha doin’ here all alone?”

“Oh, you know,” Robin sighed, “School dances aren’t really my thing.”

“Yeah, I get that,” She laughed softly.

“Why did you…” Robin trailed off, “I mean, why’d you come up here?”

“It was getting a little boring, you’re a much more fun person to be around than anyone else here.” She teased.

Robin smiled at the comment. “Won’t your date get lonely?” She asked, batting her eyelashes playfully.

“Who cares, it's just a random guy,” She paused, her eyes scanning Robin’s dress, “Your dress is pretty.”

“Ha-ha, you’re hilarious,” Robin rolled her eyes, feeling her face grow red at the compliment, “This thing is hideous! I look like a freak in this thing.”

“I am being serious! You look pretty.”

Robin gave her a look, narrowing her eyes playfully, attempting to mask the flustered feelings that bubbled up inside her at the compliment. 

“Ditching your date and calling other people pretty? Imagine if your date found out about this.” 

The girl rolled her eyes playfully, laughing at Robin’s comment. “Oh no, speak of the devil.” She sighed, her stare widening in shock as she spotted her date in the distance, who seemed to be looking around for her.

Robin followed the girl’s gaze, catching on to what was happening. “Shit,” The girl frantically covered her face, racking her mind on what to do, “Wait, I know where to go.” And without any hesitation, she took Robin’s hand in hers and dragged her down the bleachers. She quickly came up with the perfect hiding spot, amongst the many fabrics that hung from the ceiling, decorating the room.

Robin, needless to say, was left startled, her face flushing with each second she spent hand in hand with her. As they finally settled, their faces ever so close between a soft world of aquamarine fabrics, the realization creeped in, both now too scared to acknowledge their joined hands, and equally terrified of letting go.

“I think we’re safe?” The girl spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

“I doubt many people are thinking of adventuring between these decorations,” Robin joked, a soft smile filling her face.

Just as tension began to lift the air, they caught the other’s gaze. Foolishly enough, it seemed as though the rest of the world seemed to fade away, neither of them breaking eye contact. Without truly realizing it, both of them began to inch their faces closer together. Their hearts raced in their chests as the moment continued on, Robin’s eyes nervously flicking back and forth between the girl’s eyes and her lips. 

Their lips, so close they could feel the other’s breath, but just as a kiss was about to be shared, a girl ran near them, sobbing loudly and startling their moment away. 

Maybe next time, Robin thought to herself.

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⊹˚˖⁺ check you out - robin buckley

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Summary: goodness! imagine robin buckley accidentally says she was checking you out...

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: this was lowkey hilarious to write

Word count: 698

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The door opened, the familiar bell signaling the entrance of yet another customer. Robin barely had a second to look up and catch herself from dropping the VHS tapes she carried as she watched a girl come in. Steve was just as dazzled as Robin, he stumbled out his usual “Welcome to Family Video!” line, and Robin just… stared.

Robin and Steve made eye contact, both exclaiming “Dibs!” at the exact same time. 

“She looks like she would be into more intelligent conversation anyway,” Robin raised her eyebrows.

“Uh, rude?” Steve joked, making his way over to the girl before Robin could even respond, “Guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Robin sighed and crossed her arms, scouring her mind to think of an excuse to hush Steve away from the girl.

“Hey, uh, need any help around here? What are we browsing for today?” Steve flirted as he approached her.

“Just looking, I don’t have anything in mind,” she responded, a lack of interest filled her words, but it was a hint a guy such as Steve wouldn’t really get.

Robin, clearly amused, watched Steve’s desperate commentary, her mind running faster than ever. Okay, Robin, think! He is totally dumb and will fall for anything. You just have to come up with something that he will actually believe.

“Steve!” Robin exclaimed, “Can you please come help me? The computer is totally jammed again!” 

Steve sighed at Robin’s words as he muttered an apology to the girl, who didn’t really seem to mind as she kept on looking around. 

Robin stepped back as Steve approached the computer, and before he knew it, Robin had approached the girl already. Steve sighed and rolled his eyes as he realized the computer was working perfectly, watching Robin hurry away to speak to the girl instead.

“Hey! Hi, do you need any help?” Robin smiled nervously.

The girl offered a kind smile, “Thanks! I’m just unsure of what to get. Just looking for something to watch over the weekend I suppose.”

“Cool cool cool,” Robin breathed out, “Well, are you a rom-com kind of girl? Or do you like sci-fi movies and stuff?”

“Oh gosh…” She laughed, “Not a rom-com girl I don’t think… I avoid watching them alone. It's saddening, I prefer sci-fi for sure. I love horror, does that help?”

“Understandable! I’m the same,” Robin smiled, “But uh… sci-fi and horror! I can work with that.” She spoke shyly as she scanned the ‘horror’ shelf that stood behind the girl. 

The girl stood there quietly next to Robin as she looked around, Steve stood watching them from afar, having his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he noticed the girl checked Robin out — something Robin, of course, had completely missed. 

“How about…” Robin spoke as she reached over to grab one of the VHS tapes, “‘The Shining’! A total classic. It’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Have you seen it before?”

“Are you joking? I love that movie. Wouldn’t mind re-watching it, I think.”

Robin’s face lit up as the girl accepted her request. “Alright! You’re all set then! I’ll just get you checked out.” Robin paused, flustered, “I mean, I’ll check you out—Not check you out like that, uh, check out your movie! Not that I wouldn’t, you know, check you out. I mean, wait, that’s not, I mean, get your movie checked. You checked. For the movie that you’re renting! Which… yeah — pay there?” She motioned to the counter and walked off, her voice increasingly getting higher with each word.

As she followed Robin to the counter, the girl shook her head slightly, a shy smile forming as she did so. 

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⊹˚˖⁺ our childhood is gone - steve harrington

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pairing: steve harrington x platonic fem!reader

summary: reader and steve end tied up in the secret russian base, where the reader turns to anger and finally confronts steve after he threw out their friendship just for popularity.

warnings: none

notes: i love angst long live angst

word count: 864

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When she first walked into her new job and saw Steve Harrington, she could not believe it. How could Steve, the most entitled and pretentious guy at Hawkins, end up with a crappy job at an ice cream parlor?

A bit hypocritical to say, seeing as though she had the same job. 

They exchanged a polite ‘Hello’ that first day, but no words were spoken. There was no acknowledgement of their past, of their friendship they once cherished, ever since they were 9 years old. High school had completely turned Steve into a jerk, and she resented him for it. Him and his ‘friends’ would stare and laugh when she’d walk by, just like they did with anyone they deemed ‘uncool’.

What hurt most, was making eye contact with him.

She never once saw an apologetic look from him. Not then, not now, not ever.

Scoops was a dead-end too, as she pretended not to know him, and he did the same.

How they ended up in an underground Russian base, tied to chairs sitting back-to-back with each other, was a question neither could answer. They sat in silence, waiting and fearing whoever was due to come in the room to question them.

“So…” Steve began, attempting to light up the dreary mood.

“So what?” Y/N snapped. Not a single bone in her wanting to be kind to him.

“I just, you know… quite the situation we’re in here.”

“Cut the shit, Harrington. Don’t act like you want to make small talk with me right now.”

Steve sat quiet. They both did for a few minutes. Taking in the gravity of the situation they faced, and the uncomfortable silence that filled the room.

“You know,” Y/N laughed, sarcasm lacing her words, “You really are the same person you were back in high school. When I first saw you here… I cannot believe I really thought you’d changed. But of course, you didn’t. You’re still the same douchebag you used to be… pretending not to know me. You’re an ass.”

Steve was at a loss for words, “Oh, don’t act like you’re a saint,” He snapped, “You ignored me too. I guess you’re a douche too, then.”

“It takes one to know one. I wasn’t the one who went prancing around to the ‘cool’ kids as soon as we entered high school just because I wanted to be ‘someone’.”

“At least I was someone.”

“Harrington, I think you’ll be happy to know, making fun of people doesn’t make you ‘someone’. It just makes you an asshole.” She shot back.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” He muttered under his breath.

“You are fucking unbelievable.”

He rolled his eyes in response, “For the love of God, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“You don’t even know what to be sorry for, Harrington.” She hissed, “A half-assed apology won’t get you anywhere after the hell you made me go through these past 3 years. You know, when I first started high school, I foolishly thought ‘How cool! I have my awesome, cool, friend, Steve Harrington in the grade above me! What could go wrong?’”

Steve laughed, “You did not say that–”

“Of course not, asshole, I was being sarcastic.” She sighed, “I still did not think you and your fucking ‘friends’ would make it hell to walk through those halls. Never had a single day of peace. If you weren’t making fun of the books I carried, it was the way I walked. Or the way I wore my hair. How does doing that to so many people not haunt you, Steve?”

He stared at the floor. His expression dropping with each word she spoke, hurt and sarcasm never leaving her voice.

“Do you not regret it, Harrington?”

They both reflected on the words exchanged, the minutes dragging out before they spoke again. Their minds raced and dwelled in the hurt and regret filling the air.

“I do. I never thought it was going to go that way. I never thought…” He paused, “I never wanted to hurt anyone. But I sat with them on my first day. And suddenly I was part of it, I finally… belonged somewhere. I started playing basketball with them, and before I knew it, I was in too deep. I never planned to make fun of people in the halls, but when you stand there with them, careful not to laugh too loud and… they turn to you and wait for you to make a comment, you just do. ”

“Please,” She huffed, “You’re not getting any pity from me with that fuck-ass story. You threw away years of friendship to make fun of people and shoot balls up at the ceiling? Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve responded quietly. “You’re right. I was a coward, an asshole, and a douche. Everything you said,” He sighed, “You are correct about it all. I hurt a lot of people, and I do wish I could un-do that damage. I wish I hadn’t thrown our friendship away either.”

“You were my best friend,” She spoke, her voice breaking, “I wanted to believe in the 9 year old Steve I once met. But you made me feel invisible.”

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Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader Fluff/angst 18+ for suggestive mentions WK - 4.3k TW for homophobic slurs Closeted reader and Robin, first kiss, first date, drive in date, Steddie setting up Robin and reader.

The overhead bell at Family Video dinged above you as you pushed your way into the air conditioned storefront.

“Right on time.” Steve said from the checkout counter. 

He was glancing down at his watch, boyfriend and best friend huddled around him as usual. You’d made a habit of checking out two or three movies every week just to have an excuse to wander over from your job at the record shop next door. 

“I take lunch at two o’clock every day, dingus.” You replied. 

Robin couldn’t help but to smile. She’d noticed you’d picked up that nickname for Steve after hearing her call him it a time or two. 

But she couldn’t smile for too long. Couldn’t let her eyes linger too heavily on the fray of your denim shorts — or more accurately, the flawless skin that sat just beneath it like a colliding estuary. Couldn’t let you know that she adored you in that way. 

Robin took a step back when you approached the counter. Sometimes she felt scared to even be around you, like you could smell the fag shedding off of her. As if she was sickly. Contagious. That’s what people would say behind her back if they knew. 

“Got anything new in?” You asked while sliding Steve the VHS you’d barely had for twenty-four hours. 

“Since you came in yesterday?” He cocked an eyebrow, “No.” 

“New release at the drive-in tonight though. Elm Street 4.” Eddie mentioned from your side of the desk. It was so miserable out that even he’d shed the leather jacket you typically saw him wearing, settling for a simple all black get up with that telling bandana hanging out the back of his jeans. 

“Eh, let me know when it comes in. Last time I went to the drive-in alone some high schooler tried to hop in my passenger seat and cop a feel.” You mentioned. 

You were content with watching re-runs on television late into the night while curled up on your sofa, you supposed. But a part of you wished you could just ask Robin to accompany you to that fucking movie. 

“No goddamn way she’s not into chicks,” your co-workers told you to every time you came back from leaning over that fucking service desk during your half hour lunch. “She hangs out with Steve and Eddie all day, for fuck’s sake!”

Fuck, how you wished you could believe it as easily as they did. Even if you did believe it, it was easier just to protect your ego. 

What if you made a move and she wasn’t into it? Would she recoil like she’d been shocked by a live wire? Maybe she’d use one of those hurtful words that you’d only heard while kissing girls outside of bars in the city. It was less painful to not take the chance. At least this way you could admire her from afar — on your lunch break, while she was dressed in that adorable uniform that fit her so well. 

“Why don’t you go with her, Robin?” Steve said, ripping you out of your daydream and forcing fear up your spine like the knived fingers of Krueger himself. “You love the Elm Street movies.”

Robin’s baby blues widened from sudden anxiety. She used them to stare at Steve frantically, as if he hadn’t been the one to just thrust her into this situation in the first place. Instead, all she received from him was raised eyebrows and a humored smile while her own mouth failed to produce words. 

“I, uh—” Robin stuttered, “I think I close tonight, actually!”

“Negative. Harrington closes tonight.” Eddie replied with cheek. Of course he had his own boyfriend’s work schedule down pat. God only knows how they defiled that check-out counter once Robin left those two alone in the evenings. 

You cocked an eyebrow at her. The way your bubblegum peeked out from between your teeth when your lips parted into a smile had her wondering how sugary sweet it tasted — how sugary sweet you tasted. 

“Don’t wanna be seen in my hatchback, Buckley? I’ll let you play DJ on the way there.”

Robin could feel the blood pumping through her veins. Every beat of her heart became so increasingly violent she could hear it in her ears. Of course she wanted to sit shotgun to you while you toted her around, but even the occupation of passenger princess came with its anxieties. What music to play, directions to give, do you hold a conversation or is that too distracting?

“Yes.” She burped out, and it sounded much like a bubble popping or a bullfrog croaking late in the night. All three of you looked at her with confusion. 

“Yes, what?” You asked. “Yes, we’re going?”

“Ye—yeah, that. Let’s go!” She continued after flitting her eyes to Steve and then immediately away. “I get off at six, movie starts at seven. Pick me up at my house?”

She followed the question with that nervous, adorable half-smile you often saw — and adored — right after she did something embarrassing, but there was no excuse to be embarrassed here. 

“Okay.” You said with disbelief. “Okay, yeah. You live off of Rosewood, right?”

She nodded through a broken grin and you began backing up toward the door. There was still plenty of time left on your lunch break, but suddenly Family Video felt even hotter than late August in Indiana and you needed air. Why was there no air in this goddamn building?

“Great,” you said in time with the bell above the front door. “Cool. I’ll be there.”

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“Cool, you finally asked her on a date!”

“I didn’t ask her on a date,” you told Mitch, your coworker, for the fifth time. “And I don’t even think it’s a date! Harrington kinda just set us up on some weird playdate like moms do with their socially awkward kids so they can get some alone time.”

You’d been trying for the past two hours to sort through the boxes of new inventory, but with your brain so scrambled, Blondie and Bowie read the exact same. Besides, you couldn’t get that adorable pout out of your head. The way Robin had looked so pitiful when she’d realized you were making an abrupt escape from such a sticky situation.

Sticky, because sometimes being queer felt like a glue trap sitting on your skin. Like you were a little mouse frantically trying to pull yourself free, or a fly hanging midair on a strip of paper. Sometimes you thought it might kill you.

“What’re you gonna wear?” Tiffany asked from behind the register. 

You looked down at your sprawled out form, comfortable and covered in records on the floor of the shop.

“This?”

“That?” She asked again. “You look like fucking Munson.”

It was true that you and Eddie shared a few qualities, at least when it came to style. The frayed hem of your shorts tickled your thighs and was mostly chosen for aesthetic purposes, but the cut off sleeves of your Iron Maiden t-shirt were purely practical. It was too goddamn hot to not show a little skin. 

“Robin dresses like a fucking dad. I’m wearing this, Tiff.” You reiterated.

Tiffany shrugged and went back to her counting, as if to say something along the lines of, “It’s your funeral.”

You stood in front of your mirror after your shift that afternoon.

Would it be your funeral if you wore the same outfit you’d been seen in earlier that evening? Maybe Robin didn’t like the way you dressed. If she didn’t like your cut offs, this very well could be the death of something that hadn’t even started yet. 

You held up top after top in front of your chest, shorts after shorts before your waist and nothing seemed perfect. You wouldn’t wear a dress to the movies with a straight girl – which is all that you could assume Robin was, and all she could assume you were as well. So you remained in your cut off shorts and Iron Maiden tank top while sliding your sunglasses off of your forehead to face the blinding late afternoon rays. Grabbing your keys off of the counter seems like a battle in and of itself, as if holding them in your hand meant that you had to get in your car and make a fool of yourself, but you combated that thought by snatching them up quickly. Hardly giving yourself enough time to talk yourself out of the date that you’d been set up on. 

But calling it that was dangerous. Presumptions got people killed. That’s what Steve and Eddie and Tiffany and Mitch failed to understand. 

You’d heard the stories in the city. They were talked about loudly while you flirted with girls at gay bars in Indianapolis — how another queer teenager had been killed, a casualty of the growing “gay panic” that seemed to be the excuse of every homophobic, bloodthirsty meathead that was looking for an excuse to rough someone up. 

Those thoughts faded away with the roar of your engine, and soon you were heading down Peony Circle, then Dahlia Street, and then Rosewood Drive. You recognized her house from the many birthday parties your mother had forced you to go to as a kid, until birthday parties became uncool — or at least until Robin stopped handing out invitations. 

She was waiting outside for you. And Jesus Christ, the way she knocked her knees together while sitting on the front steps of her porch caused you to pump the brake just a little bit harder. 

You liked Robin’s freckles the most. You liked how they didn’t stop at her cheeks, rather decorated her body in constellations. Even her shins and arms. Now that she was out of her Family Video uniform and adorned in a more comfortable pair of shorts and tank top, you could see the spots splattered across her chest, too, and that alone made heat fill your face. 

“I think I prefer your uniform.” You teased as she plopped herself down into your passenger seat. 

“Oh, shut up.” Robin spat with no malice, but the rasp of her voice never failed to make your heart swell. “I can’t believe you don’t have one. How long do we have?”

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard and signaled a three and then a zero with your free hand while popping a cigarette between your lips with the other. 

“Want one?” You asked. 

And to your soul crushing dismay, Robin visibly recoiled. 

“Gross.”

Immediately, back into the pack it went. 

She chose a Joan Jett & the Blackhearts album for the drive, which was to be expected. It wasn’t like you had any Madonna or Bowie albums lying around for her to choose from. And even if it wasn’t exactly her style, Robin put her feet up on your dashboard and tapped her toes along to the beat of Crimson and Clover like she’d been here before. Like you picking her up and toting her around was an everyday occurrence. Like she belonged in your passenger seat. 

“I got it.” You told her when she tried to hand you a few crumpled up dollars as you pulled up to the gate, then handed the teller a fiver. Enough to cover the bill for both of you. The drive-in on a Friday night was a lot like a no man’s land. Everyone in Hawkins seemed to flock there for a bit of entertainment and respite from the summer heat once the sun went down. The layout was structured:

In the first set of rows were families with screaming, playing children and nervous first dates. Little boys and girls running around outside of cars with bubble wands and teenage couples who got there earlier enough for a good parking spot, that way there was no pressure to make out or fool around in the back seat once the stars aligned. In the second rows were those that needed the stars to align. The lovestruck couples that couldn’t wait for the lights to dim over Indiana, just so they could get a taste of each other. The second batch or rows meant heated touches and wandering hands, fogged up windows and cries muffled into a cigarette burnt seat cushion. It was sweaty, once in a lifetime summertime teenage love that one looks back on well into their life and reminisces just for a moment before continuing on with their day. 

Had you gotten there earlier, maybe you could have been one of those second rowers. God knows you needed the stars to align. You needed Robin to be like you, needed someone in this town besides fucking Steve and Eddie to be queer and not be afraid to show it. 

Instead, you parked your hatchback at the very back of the lot, where high schoolers and washed up jocks roamed the gravel like lions during a feeding frenzy.

“You’re sure about this?” Robin asked, nerves settling into her throat and weeping out through her tone of voice. You could see it painted on her face when she glanced past you and noticed Jason Carver leaned against the hood of his car, still sporting his letterman jacket from three years ago.

“We can go grab a movie at work and go back to yours instead?”

“I think we’ll be okay.” You said while flashing her a half-hearted smile, “Just… lock your door.” But the look on Andy’s face when you stole another glance their direction told you that you would make a liar out of yourself by the end of the night, and there was something comforting about knowing that maybe the universe was about to start making decisions on your behalf. Concessions came around shortly before the movie began, and you bought a large popcorn and two sodas. You let the bucket rest between the two of you and were careful to not put your hand anywhere near it when hers was there — as if one touch was all it would take. The simple brushing of a few fingers, and she would begin calling you that ugly “F” word.

“Does Steve do this to you often?” You asked when there was hardly any light left in the sky. Just a few more minutes, and you wouldn’t feel the need to make small talk. You could enjoy the movie in peace and go back to admiring Robin from afar tomorrow, just like you preferred doing.

“Set you up on playdates, I mean.” You continued when she scrunched up her eyebrows in an adorable manner. 

“Oh, uh…” She said while glancing down at her hands, and you were afraid then that you might’ve offended her. “He just wants me to make more girlfriends — FRIENDS! Friends, I mean!”

She stuttered, and her baby blues became wide. But she snapped them up to you, and as more words came tumbling out of her mouth, you were just thankful that she was actually looking at you again.

“Friends. I don’t really have any besides Steve and Eddie, but no, they don’t do this often.”

Now you were the one furrowing your brow, along with the cock of your head. You turned sideways in your seat to face her.

“You don’t think we’re friends?” You asked.

Robin shrugged. “Are we? This is the first time we’ve hung out since we were in grade school.”

“I come to see you every day at work.” You slipped.

And with those words slipped your heart.

Little did you know, Robin’s heart slipped, too. Right out of her chest. She would’ve bet money that had she looked down, that still beating organ would’ve been a bloody mess at her feet and she would’ve had to apologize for dirtying up your floorboards. 

“You’re visiting me?” She asked quietly, mouth slightly ajar.

“Not Steve?” is what she wanted to follow with, as she was more than used to seeing Steve upsell like a pro daily with the ladies at Family Video — even if they did know that he was dating Eddie.

Even with the truth laid out before her on a silver platter, Robin still refused to believe it. 

And by the grace of God, before you were forced to answer with a gut wrenching, moment defining confession, the big screen lit up and A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master began its opening credits. 

You turned forward in your seat, and Robin continued to rasp her fingernail against the side of that sweating Coca-Cola cup as the movie played on. Anxiety riddled thoughts played out in her head in rapid fire succession, so quickly that each jump scare didn’t cause hardly a flinch as she stared forward.

You’d been visiting her. In your cut off shorts and tank tops that’s been sliced down the sides. Every day, for months. Had those movies gone unwatched, or had you actually taken all of her recommendations to heart and played them over and over again in the darkness of your living room? Had you invited another girl along to watch them with you? Maybe they hadn’t even made it out of the record store. You’d left them there overnight just as an excuse to bring them back the next morning to see her again. And you were punching yourself for talking so much. Because everything was ruined now, wasn’t it? Robin would know you were a dyke, a fag, and she’d duck into the back of the store every time you came to snag a peek at those constellation-like freckles that darkened with the summer sun.

But all thoughts, yours and Robin’s alike, came to a screeching halt when faced with that damned waterbed scene. 

A beautiful blonde, completely nude, hair splayed out around her, breasts pressed against translucent rubber. She was unrealistic. Not perfect, just unattainable, but that was what made Joey — and you — so fixated on her. 

You had to move. You could feel your limbs tensing up, as if they were about to creak like the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. You slipped your hand to the center console to grab a fistful of popcorn. Even if you weren’t hungry, you had to pretend like you weren’t sweating bullets, right? Had to pretend that you didn’t feel like some undercover agent that was being talked about in the third person. But why did the girl on the screen have to be so pretty? You couldn’t help but to stare, and the warm butter mixed with the stickiness of summer air forced a whole new sensation to befall you. The sensation of everything closing in, of it all coming to a head, to an end. And then, there was skin. 

Robin’s fingers met yours at the center of the popcorn bucket, and she was sure that her heart stopped. It might have minutes ago when that girl had popped up on the screen, but it was nonexistent now. 

And you didn’t move your hand away when it met hers, despite it feeling much like a jolt of electricity racing through your entire body. That momentary effervescence, it was enough to get you through the stress of living in a world that didn’t understand.

But it wasn’t long lasting, as a chili dog thrown with the force of a football hit your back windshield full speed. You ripped your hand away from Robin’s, nearly knocking the bucket of popcorn all over her in the process. 

“Fuck!” You mumbled to yourself. From the driver’s side mirror, you saw Jason and Andy approaching your window. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It was Andy who tapped against the glass with knuckles calloused from years of playing sports, and you bit the inside of your cheek while rolling the window down. 

“First date?” Jason grinned from outside of your car. 

“Go fuck yourself, Carver.” You spat with immediate regret. 

But then Robin’s elbow seemed to bump yours near the center console, and whether it was on accident or purpose you couldn’t be sure, but that skin to skin contact allowed you to ground yourself a bit this time around. 

“Just trying to enjoy our movie.” You continued, and never once did you dare meet eyes with either of them. 

Because last time you had, well, they’d seen too much.

You and some redhead tangled up in each other beneath a streetlight in a sparse parking lot. You’d thought you were the last ones out of The Hideout that night, but you’d been wrong, and they’d witnessed it all. Every bit of your mouth on hers, her hands around your waist, and the way you’d ushered her quickly into your car once you caught a glimpse of your audience. 

“Right.” Andy drawled, and you saw him lean past you to look at Robin in the passenger seat. “Know what else she enjoys?”

“Andy,” You bargained with a nervous smile covered by your fingers, eyes closed gently so you wouldn’t have to witness the explosion of what could have been. 

But Robin was already anticipating his next words, and her heart hurt for you.

“She’s butch.” He said loudly, “A fuckin’ dyke, y’know? Right here in Hawkins.”

There it was, the final nail in your coffin. You could feel the pity shedding off of Robin from the seat over, and perhaps that was the worst part of all. 

“Come on.” She whispered. The blood and gore playing out before you was nothing compared to how absolutely gutted you felt inside, and Robin could certainly sense that. “Let’s just go home.”

“Home?” Jason teased. 

From what little you could see through your back window, you noticed a third figure blocking your exit.

“So you lesbos can scissor it up in private? That’s what you came here for.” He continued, and your hand slowly made their way toward the keys that sat in the uncranked ignition. “Go on, give us a show. Just like you did at the bar.”

With the roar of your engine, Patrick McKinney scarcely missed getting snagged in the ass with the edge of your bumper. You peeled out of there, dodging roughhousing teenagers and kids that were just heading back to their parents with fresh buckets of popcorn just alike. You could hear your heart thumping like a drum in your ears, could feel the tears prickling the corners of your eyes — but you wouldn’t cry. Not yet. 

It wasn’t until you pulled up in front of your apartment and let your knuckles soften around the steering wheel that you realized what you’d done.

“I didn’t — I didn’t mean to bring you back here.” You sighed while shaking away the thoughts in your head like an Etch-A-Sketch. “Like, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to—”

“I don’t think anything.” Robin interrupted. 

She hadn’t put her feet up on the dashboard during the drive back. Hell, she hadn’t even put her seatbelt on — which was uncharacteristic of a hypochondriac. Instead, she’d sat there holding her hands in her lap, disbelieving of what she’d just found out to be true.

She wasn’t alone. In this small, backwoods town — there was someone like her. 

You washed your hand over your face and contemplated where to go from there, and after a moment, you knew what you wanted to do.

“They weren’t lying, you know.” You laughed, and then looked at her for the first time in what felt like ages.

And the look you saw on Robin’s face, surprisingly, was not that of disgust. But one of hope. A light sheen covered her waterline, as if she’d just been granted her dying wish — kinship.

“I kiss girls.” You said while running your hand through your hair. “Like, a lot. Almost exclusively, actually. I just don’t want you to think that I was trying to bring you home, or that I was trying to pull anything weir—”

But everything past that first sentence was lost on Robin’s ears. The next thing she knew, her mouth was moving without permission from her brain.

“No, I kiss girls, too!” She blurted out, and then squeezed her eyes together with embarrassment. 

You smiled, and she spoke quickly to save herself.

“I mean, in theory.” She corrected, “I would love to kiss a girl! I haven’t actually kissed a girl. I mean, it isn’t like there are tons of options in Hawkins. But if I had the chance — I mean, if the right girl came along—”

“Robin,” you interrupted, and her chest deflated with relief. 

You reached forward to place a gentle hand on her cheek, and it almost seemed right that all of this was happening under the cover of the night. Like it was made easier for her because of it. You could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she could feel the pulse thumping away in your thumb as you brushed her temple. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” You asked.

And with a sigh, as if she’d been waiting for you to ask since you’d first set foot in Family Video some months ago, she replied.

“Please.”

So you did. You leaned across your center console, and her lips were just as plush and pillow soft against yours as they looked. It was everything that you’d anticipated, everything that those second rowers back at the drive-in were chasing after. Robin tasted like a cotton candy summertime sunset that would soon fade into a cashmere sweater, and there was no better way to explain that other than the cusp of summer and fall was your favorite. She was your favorite. 

When you pulled away, you could see by the way her eyes remained closed that perhaps you were her favorite, too.

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hii! could i get a trick with robin with the novelbear haunted house scenario "Or the two of them are just clinging to each other in fear the entire time" :0 maybe u can have it end with a little treat too! :D thank you!!

Or the two of them are just clinging to each other in fear the entire time

Prompt by @novelbear

903 words

A/N: Thank you for the request! So ummm…I got a little carried away with this one 😅 I didn’t really follow the prompt exactly…it just inspired it. But I hope you like it anyway!! This one has a few trigger warnings because I tried to make it really angsty and spooky. This is my first time ever writing something “scary” so please be kind, I tried. But it has a happy ending I PROMISE!!!! (Still on hiatus, this is a scheduled post)

Trigger warnings: horror elements, mentioned death of friends, there’s a monster, description of being burned alive, fear, general creepiness (I tried…)

.✦ ── Requests are now closed ── ✦.

The creek of a floor board had you freezing in place. Goosebumps stood to attention on your arm as you purposely tried to slow your breathing to create as little noise as possible even though you could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

You wondered if it could too.

A clicking noise came from around the corner. The monster was only a few feet away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. Not that it would help much with the lights being out. A storm had knocked the electricity and not long after, the creature came. Shambling through a hole in the basement wreaking havoc on the horror movie night you had planned with friends.

It slowly picked each of you off one by one, dragging its latest victim down to the very depths it came from. Their screams still haunted your ears even now. The only person whose status you were unsure about was your girlfriend Robin. You hadn't seen her in awhile. You had gotten separated when you and your friends tried to fight back.

The plan seemed like it would work. Use anything that could be used as a weapon and stick together. But nothing seemed to hurt it. At least not enough to kill it.

The clicking noise came closer. You tried to stay as still as possible, as quiet as possible. You weren’t sure how this thing seemed to be able to sense people. It had no eyes, no ears. Yet it always knew.

It could only be described as an abomination. Perhaps a demon. You never really believed in hell before tonight, but this creature could only have come from a pit of damnation. Unnaturally long arms and legs crawled into the hallway you were crowded in. Its leathery black skin glimmered in the pale moonlight coming from the window beside it. With razor sharp claws, it clawed at the floor. Its torso turned in your direction. No head, only a toothy maw that sat where a stomach would be.

You held your breath and stayed still, praying to anyone or anything that would listen that it would simply pass you by.

Something must have heard you, because with a frustrated, ear piercing shriek, the monster slinked away. With careful steps you back away down the hallway to create as much distance as possible. Just as you were about to cross the threshold into the kitchen, where the back door, and your escape was, you heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from the basement.

Robin.

Without thinking you grabbed a knife from one the drawers and rushed to the sound, clambering down the stairs to get to her. But in your carelessness you tripped, following down to the bottom.

“Robin!” You screamed after her.

At the back of the basement, Robin was trapped in the extra bathroom with nowhere to escape as the monster stalked closer. But with your cry out to her it perked up at the sound and quickly turned, making its way to you instead.

You watched as the creature skittered towards you, its clicks the last sound you ever thought you’d hear. You scrambled to your feet, preparing to fight until your last breath. If you weren’t making it out of this you hoped you could at least give Robin some time to get away.

The creature lunged for you but instead of biting into your flesh it screamed in pain as flames erupted down its back.

Behind the creature stood Robin, a lighter and bottle of hairspray in hand.

Fire seemed to do the trick as it fell to the floor and twitched in pain. Your eyes scanned the room to find something to help speed up the process of the monster's demise. A tub of paint thinner sat under a workbench, you snatched it up, dowsing the creature in it. The flames roared as Robin quickly ran to you past the burning beast, too enveloped in its own suffering to make a swipe at her.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She asked, inspecting your body for any injuries. But you knew there wasn’t time for that.

“We need to go!” You grabbed her hand, dragging her up the stairs with you.

The flames quickly found their way to the basement couch providing more kindling. Smoak poured into the room as you and Robin ran up. You dashed to the front door but just as you made it the creature began shambling up the stairs after you. Robin lifted the lighter and hairspray again in preparation, ready to burn the monster back to hell where it came from. The smell of the creatures burning flesh filled your nostrils as you tried to unlock the door despite your shaking hands. You yanked the door open just as the creature's outstretched hand fell limp to the floor, its life leaving it with a final whimper.

Without so much as a second glance back you and Robin ran out of the house and onto the street. The flames were quickly taking over the rest of the house as you and Robin stood in the street watching them dance over the carnage.

You turned to each other, tears streaming down your faces before you pulled her into an embrace. In the distance echoed the sound of sirens, flashing lights coming closer and closer. But you merely stood there, holding each other. You were safe now.

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⊹˚˖⁺ dating robin buckley headcanons #2

masterlist | requests

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: headcanons on how i think robin would be as a gf: asking out edition

Warnings: none

Notes: decided to do a part two on one of my old works while i wait for this fandom to revive fully

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robin would be awfully nervous before asking you out.

she would ramble on and on to steve... (who is fed tf up at this point)

for the sake of the post, by now its assumed you and her are aware of the romantic feelings you have for one another, just... neither of you have made any moves forward.

robin would come up with a plan to ask you out, planned down to the time of the day

therefore, when every day at 12:00 pm she approaches you as you're doing your job at family video & then randomly brings up something silly, you begin to get suspicious

12:00 pm on the dot for days straight.

robin would get her courage up, but at the moment of 'impact', she would freak out and burst out whatever she could think of.

"Hey! Hi! Nice... restocking you got there!"

steve would call her out for it as he drives her home, earning nothing from robin other than a few eye rolls here and there.

robin would go over her plan with steve over and over, to the point where steve can finish her sentences perfectly

"Seriously, Robin, all you gotta do is go for it man!"

"Wow! Really, Steve? I hadn't realized all I needed to do was go for it."

and finally, after 3 weeks of awkward 12:00 pm interactions and uncomfortable car rides, she 'went for it'

she approached you at 12:00 pm for a final time, her voice quiet and shy making sure no customers were around

she would begin by rambling about you, and how fun she found it to be around you as they worked, and even outside of work

she would then apologize for rambling, and then would begin to ramble again as she tried to explain why she was doing so

finally, she would pop the big question

"I guess, all I'm trying to say is, I like you. Yay! Right? And I hope you still feel that way for me too! If not then thats... cool. Kind of sad. Cool with me! I think. But either way, if you do feel that way, then maybe you would consider going out with... me?"

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omg hiii! could u do your halloween prompt 'american psycho - select a character and i'll tell you how i think they'd respond to a scary movie' with robin buckley :0 i love your work!!

thank you so much!!!

i think robin would be like me in the fact that while things may look creepy/scary to her, she'll make it less scary by thinking about how it had to be shot yk??? like she'd be thinking about how to make something float they had to attach a string to it or something and then she'd start laughing and she'd be good for the rest of the movie

unless it's gore. robin and gore do NOT mix well

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⊹˚˖⁺ whispers - robin buckley

masterlist | requests

Summary: short and sweet, who doesn’t love to gossip

Warnings: none

Notes: are robin buckley posts still popular in this day and age or did i miss my window after being so busy?

Word count: 201

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Robin Buckley would be absolutely lying if she said she did not enjoy these moments, moments of closeness and a side of giggles.

Yet again, Scoops stood relatively empty, Y/N and Robin behind the counter gossiping to each other, occasionally exploding in fits of laughter.

Robin loved seeing her laugh and smile at her words, though she would never admit it.

Steve could hear them from the back, in fact, he began to get sick of it. What could they be talking about that required so much whispering and giggling?

Robin leaned into her ear, a smile so big you wouldn’t miss it miles away, yet whispering only loud enough for her co-worker to hear.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she listened closely to what her co-worker had to say on the matter the two spoke of, before she could reply, Steve barged out wearing an exasperated look on his face.

“What could you two be possibly talking about that requires so much giggling? Seriously?” Steve exclaimed, annoyance and despair filling his words as his eyes darted between the pair.

It only took once glance between Robin Buckley and Y/N for them to explode in quiet laughter.

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once st s5 drops and the robin buckley fangirls revive you people wont be ready... just wrote 7k words on an unfinished robin buckley scenario. real writers r still alive guys i got u

[robinbuckleyluvr]

<3

stranger things recs:

all the fics ive reblogged here and loved :)

fluff: ✿ | angst: ϟ | spice: ☾ | favourites: ♡

(spice implies making out etc, but no explicit smut - essentially it isn't fluffy enough for the fluff key, and i don't know what else to use :))

anyway, this is a little less exhausting than going through the eddie and steve dominated nancy and robin tags for fics i hope :)) pls enjoy - also feel free to nosy at mine here

robin buckley

five minutes | @scoopsohboi (♡ )

here | @iliveiloveiwrite (✿)

heaven knows im miserable now | @delfiore (ϟ)

jealousy, jealousy | @milkxcheese-ii (ϟ✿)

(sorry if this isnt the right account, i struggled)

bucket list | @thatonegirlwhowrites (✿)

this week at family video | @intergalaticaquarium (♡ )

(this is x oc, not x reader, but i loved it so much so fight me)

i kissed a girl (and i liked it) | @marvelsswansong (☾)

the dinner | @fan-fictent (✿)

skinny dipping w/ robin | @bloomsunfold (✿)

(hopper!reader)

say you love me | @gogobootz1 (✿)

untitled | deactivated account (✿)

(cant find the account but if you know if they've moved let me know!!! i wanna give proper credit!)

robin headcanons | @robinbuckleyluvr

fast times at family video | @burgundybmw (✿)

getting to know you | @ghostdaichi

hopscotch | @where-is-francis (✿)

redemption make out sesh | @munsster (✿)

head in the clouds | @smallestvictxries (✿)

'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger..." | @chaseadrian (✿)

medusa | @vanillann (♡ )

(idk what key to tag this with but i love love loved it so much)

robin as human weighted blanket | @luveline (✿)

she wears short skirts, i wear tee shirts | @hawkins-losers (✿)

lipgloss and libraries | @hellfirewhores (☾)

sleepyhead | @mirclealignr (✿♡ )

stolen kisses | @chloeisaslut (✿)

moonlight | @robinbuckleyluvr (✿)

fade into you | @delicrieux (✿♡ )

redeem the cursed | @munsster (a)

blue hoodie | @robiin-buckley (✿♡ )

accidental confessions | @nancys4gf (✿)

posso ancora aspettare | @delfiore (ϟ)

fuzzy duck | @natashasnoodle (✿)

what about me | @justlydiasworld (ϟ)

furrowed brows | @writingquillsandpainpills (✿♡ )

sleepyhead | @theoreticslut (✿)

roller skates | @buckleymess (✿♡ )

nancy wheeler:

sweet | @stevesharrlngtons (✿)

"i think im in love with you" + "can i kiss you?" | @kaylawritesfics (✿)

crybaby!reader | @bloomsunfold (✿)

[robinbuckleyluvr]

Awesome fics dude!

- [can I be biker anon?]

thank you! i’m glad you like my fics<3

and yes ofc!!

[robinbuckleyluvr]

“robin and nancy should end up together.” i say into the mic, the crowd boos.

“no, she’s right.” i hear a voice say. the lights turn on, it’s natalia dyer herself.

[robinbuckleyluvr]

OMG congrats bee!! ur so awesome

3k follower celebration event <3

can’t believe 3000 of you actually stick around to read my self-indulgent fics and daily oversharing on the internet!! thank you so much i’m really happy to have so many people enjoy my silly writings, and glad to to have the space to share them :)) love ya!

as per usual it time for ask games and blurbs but this time with a brown aesthetic!

open: mon 1st august -> sun 7th august

🐌 | blurbs

-> pick a dialogue prompt (or two) from either of the prompt lists below and a character and i’ll do my best to come up with something :)

-> prompt list i and ii

-> usual requests rules apply, please read my request guidelines x

🍂| ask games

-> fmk , two truths and a lie, etc

-> not cym because i’m a nervous wreck, luv u mutuals but i am also scared of annoying u all

🥐| fic recs

-> i’m always look for good robin, nance + joyce fics! self promote or send me that one fic you can’t stop thinking about!

-> i’ll reblog with my thoughts (but can’t reblog smut this is a pg13 blog pls)

📖| book club

-> let’s trade book recs and talk about characters and ur latest reads - indulge my need to talk about books pls

🎻 | musical chairs

-> i have an unhinged taste i music: my fourth most listened to spotify artist of all time is the glee cast, i own the pride and prejudice 2005 soundtrack on vinyl and i have a playlist for just about every emotion i’ve ever felt - let’s talk about music!

-> need a song for an incredibly niche daydream? want to correct my music taste? exchange favourite songs? i’m down

🍪| chit chat

-> let’s just chat! got something on ur mind? need a rant? need someone to spill you incoherent fandom thoughts to? spill bestie, nothing is too unhinged - this isn’t celebration specific, but it’s an obligatory addition

as usual, drop an emoji into my asks to take part if you like :)

mutuals i love and adore for putting up with me <3 : @paqerings @robinbuckleyluvr @cupids-crystals @mirclealignr @greendinosaursocks13 @magicalxdaydream <3

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⊹˚˖⁺ it’s always been you - robin buckley

masterlist | requests

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Reader and Robin are in the Starcourt bathrooms after being drugged by Russians, and they both accidentally (not so accidentally) confess they have feelings for each other.

Warnings: mentions of throw up, drugs, fluff!

Notes: i dont know why i wrote this and i gotta be honest, some parts are a bit dramatic but anything 4 robin

Word Count: 1.6k

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Y/N and Robin sat on the dirty floors of the Starcourt Mall bathrooms, each in a different stall of course, enjoying the peaceful silence that filled up the room after throwing up and being drugged by Russians.

“Never in my life I thought I’d figure out a super secret Russian code, and then be drugged and beaten up by Russians,” Robin laughed softly, breaking the silence.

“Me too,” Y/N chuckled, “Although the fact that I worked at an ice cream shop with Steve Harrington is way crazier than that,”

“Talk about unique experiences,” Robin laughed.

“Totally," Y/N laughed with Robin, "I just want to get home and sleep, but for now I’m thankful I’m not too dizzy anymore.”

“God, I hate throwing up,” Robin sighed, “Although, I think the ceiling has finally stopped spinning,”

“Thankfully it has,”

“Do you think we’ve gotten rid of all drugs in our system?”

“I don’t know, ask me a question.”

“How about…” Robin spoke, but not before pausing to think, “Oh, I know! Do you like anyone right now?”

“Crazy question,” Y/N laughed, “But no, I don’t think I do,” She lied, “What about you?”

“Don’t think so either,” Robin said, lying as well.

Y/N leaned back and closed her eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet once again. Robin, on the other hand, was wide awake, eyes fully open, her brain working at a thousand miles per hour, so many thoughts going on at once.

“Steve told me he likes me,” Robin blurted out, breaking the silence once again.

“Oh,” was all Y/N could say. She was at a loss of words, surely Robin liked him back right? It wouldn’t be so surprising as he’s literally Steve Harrington, every girl liked him.

Every girl except Y/N. She had known for a while she didn’t feel the same way for boys as other girls did, it took her a while to realize what was going on with her, but at last she knew. And she knew before working at Scoops, and was even more sure when she started to befriend Robin.

Although she knew she was attracted to women, she hadn’t known what it was like to have feelings towards her coworker and practically best friend until then. And it wasn’t all magical and cute. She was a hundred percent sure Robin had feelings towards Steve.

And even if Robin didn’t like Steve that way, she sure as hell was not going to feel that way towards her.

“Y/N? Did you just OD over there?” Robin joked, in an attempt to lighten the mood somehow.

“Not yet,” Y/N joked back, “What did you tell him? You like him back right?” She asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“What?” Robin exclaimed, “One second,” she mumbled, leaving Y/N confused, but suddenly, Robin slid across the floor to the stall next to hers, where Y/N sat.

“You know, you could’ve picked up at least five different types of bacteria doing that, the floor’s disgusting,” Y/N joked, now facing Robin.

Robin smiled softly at her joke, but continued, “I don’t like Steve, actually, and that’s what I told him, that I didn’t like him,” She said quietly, shifting her gaze between Y/N and her lap.

“That is so not true,” Y/N said quickly, not even thinking twice before speaking, “I don’t believe you, every girl in Hawkins likes Steve.”

“Well, have you ever thought that maybe I am not quite like every girl in Hawkins?” Robin spoke slowly, almost in a whisper.

Y/N stayed silent once again, looking down at the floor, unsure of what to say. Robin looked at her, desperately analyzing her expression, trying to find something that would help her know if what she had just said was a mistake. But she found nothing.

Tears started to fill her eyes, and she quickly looked up at the ceiling to make them go away, but she almost couldn’t.

Because she hadn’t lied - not about what she had just said anyway - she wasn’t like every other girl in Hawkins, and she didn’t like Steve or any guy for that matter, like every other girl in Hawkins did.

Like Y/N, she slowly figured it out. And like Y/N, she too liked her coworker, but had always been too afraid to say anything about it, until then. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt the urge to tell her how she felt. It was a big risk, knowing how most people felt about girls like her, but maybe one she would be willing to take at that moment.

“What did you mean by that?” Y/N asked after awhile, finally looking up to meet Robin’s gaze.

“Pretty hard to explain,” Robin sighed and lowered her head.

“You know, I think lied to you earlier today,” Y/N chuckled softly, her heart beating faster than ever, “When I said I didn’t like anyone?”

“I think I did too,” Robin said quietly, lifting up her head, smiling at her coworker when she met her eyes.

“Actually, I don’t think, I know I lied to you, and I don’t know if it’s the drugs or something, but I’m having this urge to tell you about this,” Y/N explained dreamily, waving her hands lightly around whilst speaking--so quiet she was almost whispering, “There’s this one person - and I work with them, and I think they’re the coolest person ever. They’re really funny, and smart, and sweet, they let me borrow their music tapes, and it’s worth mentioning that they have great taste both in music and books. We go to the same school and have had two classes together overall, but we never talked until now, when we started working together at Scoops. I really really like them.”

Y/N paused briefly, fear filling her face, her voice quivering. Whilst Robin was in state of shock, she was sure she was either hallucinating or that Y/N was lying.

“And I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, because I am almost completely sure this person likes my coworker, Steve, because who wouldn’t like him? He’s funny, charming sometimes, and I guess he’s handsome, but don’t tell him I said that. He’s the Steve Harrington. I’m happy for them, I really am, I just hate how he’s the one that always gets the girl you know?”

But Robin once again stayed quiet, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Sighing, she leaned back against the stall's wall, staring up at the ceiling, in an attempt to process what she had just heard.

A few seconds went by - and Y/N felt desperate to know if she had just made a mistake.

“Robin? Did you OD over there?” Y/N joked, trying not to make things more awkward, blinking away the few tears that had filled her eyes.

“I am still alive,” Robin replied, finally making eye contact with Y/N.

“What do you think?” Y/N asked, nervously fiddling with her bracelets.

“I think you are insane if you think Steve’s getting the girl,” Robin said, a weird and sudden feeling of confidence spreading through her, “Because I know this coworker of yours doesn’t like Steve, they like someone else.”

“And who do you think they like?” Y/N sighed, playfully rolling her eyes and smiling softly.

“Oh, my God, you are blinder than Steve is,” Robin chuckled, “I’ll keep it simple, I like you. I like-like you. I love spending time with you, my favorite part of the day is whenever you come in and talk to me about whatever song or album I let you borrow. Or whenever we play those stupid games to see who goes out to take care of Erica. And of course, can't forget whenever we fight on whether chocolate-chip ice cream should be considered a real flavor or not.

Robin paused, her face blushing bright pink, feeling as scared as ever, "And being honest, without you I wouldn’t have survived the Russians or working with Steve.”

“Guess not many people can survive working with Steve,” Y/N smiled, feeling her face heat up.

“Guess not,” Robin smiled back shyly, “Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen, with the Russians and all - I mean, but I really really like you, and I think that maybe after this, we could... go out, you know?”

“Are you asking me out, Robin Buckley?” Y/N chuckled.

“I am! I think! If you're okay with it.” Robin chuckled softly as well, shyly reaching out for Y/N’s hand.

“I see... Very well then, I think going on a date would be lovely,” Y/N smiled, lacing her fingers with Robin’s.

“You know, we can even have like a picnic!" Robin said excitedly, "Or even better - we could go to one of those fancy restaurants and pretend to be super important people,”

“I think we should practice beforehand,” Y/N laughed, “Hello my dear Robin Buckley, may I take your coat?”

“Why, thank you! Of course!” She responded with a foul attempt at a British accent.

Before they knew it, they were mocking rich couples in such a stupid way, they were laughing so loudly, their laughter echoed across the bathroom.

Suddenly, Dustin, Steve, and Erica bursted into the bathroom. Y/N and Robin’s laughter ceased for a second, both turning their heads towards the door, where their friends stood.

“Dude? What the hell?” Dustin spoke.

And once again, both girls started laughing again, leaving their friends even more confused than before.

[robinbuckleyluvr]

To all Steve/Eddie writers:

Incorrectly tagging your STEVE/EDDIE fics as “Robin x Reader” or “Nancy x Reader” won’t make us want to read it! some of us don’t want to read about steve or eddie!

we scroll through the robin/nancy tag for content ABOUT THEM! NOT ABOUT EDDIE OR STEVE!