#Robin buckely x you

[katyswrites]

Hi!!! I was just wondering if you could do like a one shot smut type thing for Robin where you’re having a sleepover and her parents are home but like you can’t resist each other and have to be quiet?? Preferably a sub reader if possible thanks so much!!!

Hi anon! I know you sent this forever ago, but life got pretty crazy! But I LOVE an opportunity to write for Robin, so here ya go!

Fever Dream High (In The Quiet of the Night)

Pairing: Robin Buckley x AFAB!reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+), vaginal fingering, oral, overstim if you squint, Robin is a giver in bed, softdom!Robin, sub!reader, implied period-typical homophobia, some fluff, established relationship, it's basically all smut

Wordcount: 1.8k

Smut below the cut!

It’s quiet - the kind of quiet that only falls over suburbia, in the dead of night. Crickets chirp outside, the din of night settling over Hawkins like a blanket. The light static of the TV illuminates the room - The Princess Bride had ended hours ago, but neither of you had bothered to get up to rewind the tape, let alone turn off the TV.

In fact, you had gotten… distracted. Because what had started as a sleepover is turning into something more.

You and Robin have been seeing each other for the last few months; not many people know. Steve, of course, and Nancy had found out soon after. None of the kids even know. Robin isn’t ready for that, and quite frankly, neither are you. Around others, you’re limited to hands held under tables, stolen kisses in cars, and alibis for how and where you spend your nights. As far as Robin’s parents know, you two are really good friends - which, in a way, isn’t a lie. So, when you came to stay the night, her parents didn’t bat an eye. In fact, Mrs. Buckley had said, it’s so lovely that you girls still love having sleepovers!

If only she knew.

It had started innocently, really - any moment with Robin was time well-spent. After the movie ended, you had both started talking about life, getting deep, as late night conversations tend to go. Then, the giggles had started - an all-out laughing fit, where every little moment sent you both into another round of uncontrollable mirth, shhhh-ing each other with little success.

“We have to be quiet,” Robin says, pressing her finger to her lips. You clutch your sides, giggling at something stupid she had said.

“I can’t,” you gasp, struggling to breathe. You fall back against the mattress, cackling.

“You have to,” she whispers, fighting her own laughter.

“Oh yeah?” you say, raising your eyebrows challengingly. “Are you gonna make me?”

A devilish glint passes Robin’s eyes, as she smiles and leans in closer.

“Yeah,” she whispers, her face inches from yours. “I think I will.”

Then she’s closing the distance between you two, her lips meeting yours. It’s sweet, and slow, and you kiss her back immediately, sighing into her mouth. Now, neither of you are saying anything. The kiss soon becomes more hungry, desperate - you two haven’t had a true moment alone in weeks, and you’re both feeling it.

Robin moans breathily into the kiss, and you open your mouth slightly, allowing her tongue to enter. You could die happily with the taste of Robin on your tongue - like bubblegum and Coke, and the scent of summer rain and her strawberry shampoo. 

You lean back more, back flat against the bed now - she’s pressing into you, chest-to-chest. You feel her hand snake up under your t-shirt, softly brushing against the skin of your stomach, making her way up. As she gently cups your breast, you gasp.

“Robin,” you sigh, arching your back to lean into her touch as her thumb circles your nipple.

“No bra,” she whispers. “Thank god.”

“It was - ah, fuck - I was ready for bed -” you gasp, as she continues to palm your breast.

“Yeah? Well, change of plans, babe,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the column of your throat.

You arch up again, pressing your clothed core up into her thigh, desperate for friction to resolve the heat pooling between your legs. 

She laughs huskily against your skin. “Desperate, huh?”

“Shut up,” you groan.

“What do you want, baby?” she asks, peppering more kisses up and down your neck. You just sigh, threading your hands through her hair.

“Use your words, sweetheart - you’ve gotta tell me what you want -”

“Fuck, I - I want more - I want you - it’s been so long -”

You’re aware that you’re practically begging, grinding up into Robin’s thigh, breathily moaning into each kiss as you ask for more. But, you can’t bring yourself to care, not right now.

“That can be arranged,” Robin whispers, lips inches from your ear. “But, it’s late - and my parents are home. So, you need to be quiet for me, baby. Can you do that?”

You nod, then breathe, “Yes.”

Needing no further encouragement, Robin pulls away, pulling at the hem of your shirt. Taking the cue, you hastily reach down and pull it over your head. She fumbles with your pajama shorts, shimmying them down your legs and tossing them carelessly across the room, baring you to her. Robin smiles at the sight.

“Wow,” she whispers, eyes raking up and down your form. “I’ll never get used to how beautiful you are, you know that?”

Despite yourself, you feel the heat rush to your face, suddenly shy. 

“You’re one to talk,” you murmur back - even after all this time, just looking at Robin doesn’t cease to take your breath away. Her lips are swollen and glossy from kissing - from kissing you - and her hair is mussed from where your fingers had been moments before.

She smiles softly, and pulls herself back over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Let me take care of you,” she breathes. “But not a sound out of you, got it?”

You nod, and she smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye as her hand snakes down, down, down -

W

She runs a finger along your slit, and gasps. 

“So wet, Jesus - all this just for me?”

You bite your lip, and nod. She presses another kiss to your lips, more wet and messy, as her finger finally brushes against your clit. You moan, and your eyes flutter shut.

“Good girl,” she whispers, starting to rub small circles around the bundle of nerves. You involuntarily buck into her hand, as she spreads the lips of your cunt with her fingers. 

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly as she continues to stroke your clit.

“Does that feel good, baby?” she asks. You just nod, unable to speak as stars begin to dance behind your eyes. Without missing a beat, she slowly sinks a finger inside of you. You groan at the intrusion, throwing your head back.

“Fuck,” you cry, “More, baby, please -”

“Shut up,” she whispers, clamping her free hand over your mouth. “Do you want the whole neighborhood knowing that I’m fucking you right now?”

You moan into her hand, grinding up into her hand again.

After a moment, she slides a second finger into you, stretching you out. Your hands grip the sheets as she begins to pump them, slowly, taking her time as she brushes that spongy spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. She starts to return attention to your clit with her thumb, causing you to curl up into her, burying your head into the crook of her neck.

You feel the heat building up in your core, a familiar, tight coil forming within you. She speeds up the ministrations of her fingers, brushing against that soft, sensitive part inside you, making your toes curl and your vision start to go white behind your eyes. Yes, yes, yes -

You come with a muffled scream, pressing your face into Robin’s shoulder to suppress the sound, remembering the need to be quiet. You clench around her fingers, coating them in your slick as you come down from your high.

“Just like that,” she croons. “Holy shit, you’re doing great, baby.”

You sigh as she extracts her fingers from you. Before you can say anything else, Robin is kissing between the valley of your breasts, making her way down your body. She presses open, messy kisses into your skin.

“Robin?” you ask, eyes flying open as she makes her way down. “What are you -”

“Shhhhh -” she says, bringing a finger to your lips. “I know you’ve got another one in you - I need to taste you, I’ve been missing you.”

Your heart does a somersault at that - she’s always so unbelievably good to you, in every way. She moves down, getting off the bed, leaving you lying there on the edge. You prop yourself up on your elbows. She looks up at you devilishly at you from between your legs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee, never breaking eye contact with you as she works her way up. 

Part of you wants to protest, to tell her to lay back and let you have her. But, she’s peppering kisses up your thigh, and it’s so hard to say no to Robin, especially like this. Before you can say anything else, she buries her head between your thighs, and suddenly nothing else matters. 

She closes her lips around your clit, making your toes curl and your entire body arch. Every movement of her tongue against your pussy makes you tense anew, new waves of pleasure shooting directly to your core. You’re still sensitive from your orgasm mere minutes ago, twitching at Robin’s every touch. Your hands reach  desperately for something, anything, before finally finding her hair between your legs. You grab onto her silky locks, eliciting a groan out of her.  She opens her mouth more, messily sucking at your soaked pussy.

Her tongue circles your clit expertly. You can’t even think, can’t form coherent thoughts beyond yes. Your hips jerk, rolling into her face as she continues. She slides her hand up then, finding your hand and interlocking fingers with you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as she continues to eat you out. 

“Robin,” you moan, your voice breaking. “Fuck, fuck - I’m - I’m gonna -”

“Do it,” she breathes into your cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

One last swipe of her tongue on your clit, and the dam breaks for the second time tonight. You bite your own hand, silently screaming as you toss your head harshly onto the mattress. Everything below your hips is on fire, squeezing and releasing, your pussy flooding her face. Robin continues to gently help you through your orgasm, lapping at you gently, until it’s too much. You gently tap her head, signaling her to stop before you’re too overstimulated. Soon, you’re trying to catch your breath, coming down from your high as pleasure continues to ebb and flow through you.

Robin crawls back up to you, her face glossy with the evidence of your orgasm.

“How was that?” she asks, almost innocently. You just laugh softly, and pull her in for a messy kiss, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“Fucking fantasic,” you breathe. She smiles into the kiss.

“I’m glad,” she replies, softly stroking your hair out of your face. You look into your eyes, and feel a grin forming on your face.

“Well,” you whisper, stroking her cheek, “I think I owe you one, now.”

Before Robin can protest, you’re kissing her again, and sliding your hand under the hem of her shorts. 

“Remember,” you whisper, lips pressed right to her ear. “We’ve gotta be quiet.”

Then, she’s laughing, and you’re shutting her up with another kiss, and nothing else in the world matters.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Between a Munson and a Buckley

Summary: unrequited love is a tough pill to swallow but that pain is made more bearable when unlikely company comes.

It hurt, having an crush on someone who’s totally oblivious to it because they’re in love with someone else who wasn’t you and is just as if not even more oblivious to their attempts. ‘Yeah that’s probably why it’s called a crush.’ You thought to yourself as you reminisced in watching the way Robin looked at Vickie the same exact way you looked at her; longing, admiration, loving, like a lovesick puppy.

It brought upon a tightness within your throat and a stinging to your eyes as the unfortunate realisation that no matter how hard you hoped, pleased, begged, wished on fallen eyelashes or wishbones you’d never be the reason of Robin’s long winded tangents nor be subjected to her subtle staring as she tries to take in every feature of your face and the insecurities within them as though they were like stars embedded within the skin of your cheeks. It just wasn’t mean to be between you and Robin and you were reminded of that whenever she spoke of Vickie’s laughter over the muppet joke and how genuine it was and how she wanted to ask her out but couldn’t bring herself to do so while your heart broke but each time into smaller and smaller pieces that sooner or later it would be proven too difficult to fix.

You put distance between the two of you recently to save yourself but just like the old saying about how the heart growing fonder with distance. It also didn’t help that Robin took notice of this and began trying to Weasel her way back into your life by any means necessary, you even avoided going to Family Video all together because even if she wasn’t there Steve would be there anyways to tell her of your visitation which would only make it more evident to her that she was the one you were avoiding. Whenever you were at school you’d have earphones in so you wouldn’t be bothered or pretend that you had after school clubs to attend when everyone who knew you knew that was bullshit; You never put in the effort to join any club that suited your hobbies. Yet there was always one place you couldn’t avoid her without making a scene; the cafeteria.

“Hey y/n/n.” Robin greeted as she slid into the seat next to yours, smiling briefly at you before beginning to eat her lunch while you only took small bites of yours. “Hey Robin.” You replied halfheartedly as you tried to look anywhere else other then her and decided to hone in on the window across from you that showed the field where several students were chasing in their chance to soak up the sunlight whilst it still lasted. Robin knew something was off and her smile faded to that of a concerned frown. Usually you would’ve called her Robin-hood or birdie, general knock-offs of her name but something felt different to Robin it didn’t feel right in the slightest. Placing her hand on your shoulder and leaning in she whispered, “Hey are you alright? You don’t look like your usual self.” You hated how you practically melted under her touch and how your chest warmed at her concerns of your well-being but your mind forced you to remember that she was only doing so because you were her friend, nothing more and that you shouldn’t read so deeply into it when it’s nothing more then what it appears on the surface.

“Actually I’m not feeling so good,” you rushed out as you removed her hand from your shoulder and began to stand up from your chair, shrugging your bag onto your shoulder as Robin only looked at you with worry in her eyes, “I’m just gonna go get some fresh air, catch ya later.” Without letting her get a word in you practically sprinted towards the doors of the cafeteria with no real destination and down the halls until you found yourself outside, beneath the shade of the school building before bringing yourself to sitting down just near the entrance with your back against the wall, knees pressed against your chest, feeling utterly lost. “When is it my time to be loved, to be selfish with someone instead of relinquishing my happiness for others to be happy?” You whimpered, allowing the tears to finally fall onto the fabric of your jeans; wanting nothing more then to just will your feelings for Robin away but you knew better then anyone that it wouldn’t be that easy. That your feelings would just only fester and linger painfully until they found a new somebody to latch themselves onto.

It was painful but there wasn’t exactly anything you could physically do. You were too caught up in your failed attempt of gaining a love life to notice that Eddie Munson was standing by the doorway after having followed you out of the cafeteria when he noted the distraught and disheveled look you had when walking past his table that he felt that it was his duty to at least check on you and potentially stop you from doing something stupid and harmful; He just didn’t expect to come across you weeping to yourself. Eddie wouldn’t consider himself the best at comforting people but he would at least try. For you. To bring back that smile he’d catch glimmers of now and then whenever he had the golden opportunity.

“Hey, are you alright?” You quickly wiped your tears away with your hands before looking over at the voice to see Eddie’s brown eyes peer into your own with the same concern as Robin’s. “Yeah, I’m-“ “that was a rhetorical question, I could tell you weren’t because if you were you wouldn’t have rushed out of the cafeteria looking like someone had just ripped your heart out from your chest.” Eddie cut you off as he made himself comfortable next to you, shoulder brushing against shoulder, thigh brushing against thigh. “Eddie I assure you I’m fine.” Eddie scoffed indignantly, “bullshit.” He says softly and you knew that your excuses weren’t going to cut it for Eddie. You didn’t know him that well but you knew him enough to know that he wasn’t as much of a freak as everyone claimed him to be and that in fact he’s quite sweet and caring and a bit of a doofus.

“Fine I’m not okay, I’m just dealing with the fact that my unrequited crush on my friend will now and forever will be unrequited. Happy.” You snapped before bringing your attention to your hands and tear stained jeans. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap I just-“ you sighed, bringing your hands to your face as you tried to relieve yourself of the built up stress and tension. “Hey, it’s alright don’t apologise for how you feel, besides whoever your feelings are unrequited towards aren’t worth your affection. Oh and stupid because even though we don’t know each other that well enough to be considered friends I think your pretty cool.” Eddie rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to offer you some comfort and firmly believed that he was probably failing at even attempting to do that too. You on the other hand began to find some comfort in Eddie and the fact that he found you cool was enough to bring a small smile to your face as the two of you sat there for a while longer in silence before you brought your head against his shoulder, causing Eddie to flinch at the contact but relax soon after seeing that it was you that was touching his shoulder and let a small smile grace his lips.

“You know I ah…I meant it when I said that you’re cool.” Eddie admitted after awhile sheepishly.“I’d hope so, i wouldn’t want you to spout sentimental crap and not mean it just to spare my feelings and all that shit.” you chuckled finding him quite humorous even in the most shittiest of moments. It made you truly appreciate Eddie and everything he is that it just made you wish that during this time you could’ve been carelessly living it up with him doing god knows what instead of metaphorically pulling out your hair over something that was never going to become reality. Looking back at it now you really could’ve saved yourself the trouble. Eddie looked at you with an offended look, “you really think I would just say that shit to just anyone as if it’s gospel? Shit y/n I thought you would’ve viewed me differently then group me together with those fake fucks.” You laughed a little harder as you found yourself resting against Eddie even more as tears of happiness escaped the corners of your eyes.

“Holy shit Eddie I hadn’t laughed that hard in fuck knows how long.” You wiped the tears from your eyes as you started at him and his deep brown eyes, the pain in your chest was no longer there and in its place was akin to a wake fluffy blanket of comfort. “You didn’t have to come cheer me up you know.” You added, just about ready to send him back to the cafeteria to his friends when he just kept looking at you as though he could see you instead of through you like Robin. “Don’t know what your talking about,” Eddie shrugged, “I came here of my own fruition. No one asked me to come after you I did that because I genuinely cared for your well-being and wanted to do anything I could to make it that little bit better.” He admitted as he brought a hand to yours, squeezing it gingerly as he smiled softly at you. Seeing you for who you were and not who you could possibly be for his benefit. “Well you defiantly did just that Ed,” you squeezed his hand reassuring him of his valiant efforts, “you defiantly did. You really took my mind off of things that I needed to separate myself from and I don’t know how I could repay you.”

Eddie’s eyes softened at your words and not before long a though appeared in his head and he was quick to stand to his feet, pulling you up along with him as he began to walk you through the front of school, completely ignoring the fact that the school day was far from over; you didn’t question it though as you’d rather be away from your problems with Eddie then confront them. Eddie was the escapism you greatly needed. He was your escapism from the unforgiving reality.

[kanataka-san]

⚠️They dont ignore (Y/N)!! (Takes place when group gets to the upside down by watergate)

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*everyone tunes (Y/N)s chatter out as they focus to get to Nancys house but immediately turns around when they hear it*

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(Y/N):.... and he's really good with his fingers like- *looks up* why is everyone looking at me like that?

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Steve: (Y/N)... Do you know what you just said?

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(Y/N): Yea? He's good with his fingers- ohhh I love when he tunes his guitar and then play whatever comes to his mind.*wanders away like nothing happend*

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Robin: either he's got innocent mind or we dirty thoughts-

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Eddie:*fidgeting with his rings* no, he knows what he's doing-

[theapangea]

Night Out

Chapter: Girls Night Out Pt.1

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Nancy, Robin, Max, Eleven

Summary: You and Steve have been dancing around each other for sometime now, neither of you wanting to make the first move. All your friends decide it is finally time for you both to confess your feelings.

A/N: This is probably my fav piece of writing to date so hope you enjoy! Read Boys Night out Part 1 first!!

*Also posted on AO3: Theapangea*

Part 3

Tick tock

Tick tock

Tick tock

The faint clicking sound of the slow moving clock above the door echoes within your body. Your eyes follow as the seconds hand makes its way around the face of the clock. Your heart beat mimicking each second that passes by, each second slower than the last. Your shift crawling to the end of the hour as you bite your cuticles to the bed, anxiously waiting for it to be over. 

The clock was crawling closer and closer and closer to 6pm, the end of your shift. The smell of freedom was inching its way to you. You could almost feel the sign of relief when you will be off of work. 

The drowning sound of Robin’s voice following you around the store for the last two hours fades as she continues to talk about this week’s crush. This interaction feeling move like torture that the shift itself. And as much as you love Robin and her daily word dumps, you couldn’t help but not want to listen today. 

Pushing yourself off of your elbows and making your way to the opposite side of the counter. Leaving Robin to finish her monologue by herself. 

She watches as you grab the last stack of VHS tapes that need to be returned to their place on the shelf. Her gaze follows as you make your way slowly around the small store, half-assing the shelving job knowing she will have to fix all your mistakes when you leave. 

Step by step. One foot in front of the other. Dragging out the simple task of your simple job. Continuing to watch the clock as you pace your movements to match the speed of the endless dial.

12 minutes 43 seconds left

12 minutes 42 seconds left

12 minutes 41 seconds left

Your eyes only leave the countdown to follow the trail of movies on the floor that lead directly to the two girls gushing over some guy on the cover of one of them. “Don’t you two have somewhere better to be?” Pushing some of the movies with your shoe to see their selection. A quiet groan exits your mouth, one that only you would be able to hear, as you realize you will have to be the one to pick up their mess.

“Nope.” Max and Eleven say in unison as they stare up at you towering over them. Their ear to ear grin engulfing their faces.

You loudly groan now, letting them know of your distaste for what they are doing and this conversation. 

“What about hanging out with your little boyfriends ?” You speak as if you are talking to a small child, kneeling down to be eye level with them on the floor. Max rolling her eyes at your remark as you continue, “I mean come on - Friday night and you two are here?”

“You’re here.” El speaks before tearing a piece of licorice with her mouth. Her comment is not meant to be a jab at you but you couldn’t help to think that Max’s sarcasm is starting to rub off of her.

“That’s because I’m forced to be here.” You specify slowly, picking up a couple of movies that they have scattered on the floor before standing up again.

“Forced but loves every moment of it because I’m here.” The voice says from behind you. Robin chiming in as she swings her arm over your shoulder. 

And she was right. You love Robin, loving hanging out with her and love having shifts with her. But today was just too long and it felt like the rest of your life was waiting for you outside those glass doors that keep you prisoner to the capitalist society that you are forced to participate in as Robin would put it. 

“Besides,” You shrug her off nonchalantly, “I’ve got plans later.” 

“You never have plans.” Robin points out as you walk back to the center counter, the three girls following behind. All of them exchange the same curious expression of what could possibly be happening tonight.

“Well I do tonight.” 

Making your way around the counter to organize the various sets of movies that you had picked up into their designated genre piles. The three girls stay on the other side, playing the part of the anxious audience waiting at the edge of their seats for your next act to begin.

“Where are you going?” El asks, resting her head on her hands. Her palms pushing her cheeks and lips together into a make-shift fish face.

Your eyes glance quickly at the clock above their heads.

9 minutes 23 seconds left

You ponder the question for a moment, wondering if you should even share the information with them. You knew they wouldn’t understand why you are going to this stupid function. But maybe this was supposed to be how you ended your final month in high school. Maybe this was supposed to be the big event that happens before you graduate. 

“Jason Carver’s party.” You feel as if you have to force the words out of your month. 

And then you wait.

“Why?” Robin questions, you can hear the disgust tones as she drags out the word.

And there it is. 

This is exactly why you didn’t want to say anything. None of them exactly like Jason and why you should have kept your mouth shut in the first place.

At that moment you didn’t have an answer for Robin. At least not a good answer. At least one that she wouldn’t instantly dismiss knowing that you were lying. High school was ending, if everything went according to plan you would be out of this small town sooner rather than later and at this moment you wanted to be young and dumb. You wanted to go to this high school party just to say that you went. Just to experience the adoslance stupidity and underage drinking one last time. Trying to savor whatever distaste you had for the town of Hawkins.

And maybe because if the basketball captain invites you to his party personally, you don’t just not go. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her about some after school makeout sessions that you had with that specific basketball captain and that maybe you were hoping for it to develop into something more. But you couldn’t possibly let Robin know that you actually wanted to go to this party and that you and Nancy have basically been talking about it for the past two weeks. 

You stumble over the words as your thoughts become jumbled. Not knowing exactly what to say that would satisfy Robin, knowing nothing will at this point. 

Ding

All of your heads turn rapidly to see who has stepped into the retail space. The familiar girl with short brown hair coming to your rescue, saving you from the wrath that was Robin Buckley and her opinion. 

“My savior.” The whine in your tone was obvious but you didn’t care. You were just happy that Nancy was here to take you away from this conversion and this shift.

A suspicious smile rests upon her face as she comes to the small circle that you and the girls have formed. “I know something you don’t know.” She practically sings, the smile growing wider as she spreads her fingers along the counter, leaning closer to you.

“What?” Not breaking eye contact hoping that she can give it away without verbally telling the rest of the group.

“It’s about a certain boy that you like.” Her smile becomes too much to bear for her small face. You can basically see that holding in this information was visibly painful to her.

“Nancy.” You whisper in a harsh tone, you don't want anyone to know about any crushes that you may or may not have. You could feel their glancing eyes as you and Nancy share your hushed exchange.

“What boy?” El’s sweet voice echoes.

Your eyes widen as you practically beg her to remain quiet. To shut up now and forever or else . 

“A boy you know.” She says without breaking eye contact. Clearly she could tell you were bluffing as she knows you would never tell a soul about any of your private conversations. Obviously Nancy wasn’t always the best keeper of your secrets, especially when it came to spilling any crush that you may have. Her motives were more childish than sinister in nature.

“A boy I know…” El whispers to herself, trying to piece the puzzle together. Counting on her fingers all the boys she currently knows.

“It’s Steve duh.” Max interjects, lightly hitting El’s arm. El’s expression reliving as the mystery is finally solved.

You instantly object to the speculation, not saying anything that is remotely audible, but you can see Nancy shaking her head yes confirming Max’s answer. 

“Wait, how do you know anything about that?” You wonder out loud.

“Dude everyone knows that you like Steve.” Max adds, pushing herself onto the top of the counter. “Plus, Robin told me.”

Head whipping towards Robin, her name falling from your lips as loudly as a scream.

“I’m sorry , she got it out of me.” Robin mumbles under her breath, throwing up her hands as her last defense. Knowing that telling Max would have come out sooner or later but she was just hoping that it was much much later.

“Well it doesn’t matter be-because I really du-don’t like, I-I don’t like St-” Stumbling over your words again, trying to gain any sense of confidence to defend yourself. 

“Do you want to know what I know or not?” Nancy cuts your embarrassing ramble.

“Yes…” you groan knowing that none of the three girls listening intensely on the conversion are going to go away any time soon. 

“Ok,” She begins, tucking her loose hair behind her ears. “I was going into the basement to tell Mike that he needed to empty the dishwasher because I did it last time and mom always asks me to do it even though Mike is perfectly capable-”

“Nanc, the news.” Interrupting her blabbering to get back on track.

“Right, right…so…as I was walking down the stairs to the basement, I overheard Steve, Mike, Dustin and Lucas talking about you .” Enunciating the last word. The melody swirls in your head as you can only hear the words ‘Steve’ and ‘talking about you’. 

“Really?” Robin practically taking the word right out of your mouth. Her intonation more baffled than yours would have been. Almost as if she can’t believe that Steve would actually like you in return. A small roll of your eyes before landing back on Nancy.

You watch as Nancy nods her head signaling that her story was true. The corners of your lips slightly turn upwards when the image of Steve talking about you comes to mind. The way he would push his brown locks away from his face wondering if you actually liked him. The way his lips would speak your name into the universe, with tones of hopefulness and desire. Your name hanging onto his lips by a thread as he talks about his little crush that he has on you with the younger boys. All looking to him to set the example to go chase after the girl of his dreams.

“Well what did Steve say?” Robin questions as your mind runs loose. You’re incredibly thankful for her at this moment for being your voice as no words can make their way out of your dry throat.

“Well that was really all that I heard.” Nancy’s gaze shifts downwards as her hand falls onto yours, lightly running circles with her thumbs trying to comfort you in some way from across the counter. “I kind of ran back upstairs before I could hear the full conversion.”

“So no confirmation or anything?” Max feels a bit of an anticlimax with Nancy’s story. Though it was the best thing that has happened all day so she couldn’t complain much but still nothing like coming into the store with big news and it falls flat.

And there you were. Trapped in your own skin as your mind continues to race. Only this time the darkness begins to seep in as your heart comes crashing down from the high you were just having. Deep down inside you knew that Steve liking you was too good to be true. But there was still a sliver of hope that you tried so hard to hang onto.

Nancy studies your face as she can tell you are getting too into your head. Her hand squeezes yours to get your attention, “He could like you.” Hoping that her words would be the cure to the wash of sadness that has overtaken you.

“You don’t know that.” Your voice cracking as it feels like your world begins to break. Steve now knows that you like like him and you have no idea how he feels or what he is doing. 

“Why don’t you go ask him?” The soft voice speaks again, El’s bright eyes full of a small dose of hope. 

Robin practically screams with excitement over El's comment, “El’s right. He’s at Nancy’s house right now. You could tell him how you feel.” Her hands tightly wrapped around yours and Nancy’s arms, shaking them frantically.

“And say what exactly?” Trying to clarify what exactly this group wants you to do. Trying to understand how they think this is a good situation. 

“Hey I like you, do you like me, like’s makeout.” Max says so casually while picking at the sole of her shoe.

Nancy interjects before you get a chance to speak, “You’re coming over to my house anyways so what’s the harm?”

“The harm is that he could totally reject me to my face and then I would die.” You try to explain to her but it feels as if none of them are listening. None of them are understanding how this could possibly ruin your whole life. If Steve doesn't end up liking you then the next few months are going to be absolute disaster.

“ It’s now or never.” Nancy emphasizes every syllable . “You can’t avoid him forever.” 

“Yeah, don’t you open with him tomorrow.” Robins addition hitting you like a semi-truck. This whole day and conversion totally making you forget that you would have to come face to face with him tomorrow morning. Feeling as if you don’t make the confession tonight than it will be ten times more awkward in the morning. 

The loud sound of air being pushed through your nose, nothing making you relax as the anxiety begins to build as you look back up at the ticking clock. 

2 minutes 15 seconds left

2 minutes 14 seconds left

Only this time, you didn’t want the time to run out. You didn’t want your shift to end anymore. 

“Besides,” Nancy begins, her delicate voice lacing around each spoken word, “if he’s not at the house then we just go to the party like planned, right?” 

Shaking your head in agreement as there was no going back in time to redo this day. There is no way you can avoid Steve forever is this God forsaken small town. 

Nobody said anything after that. It was almost as if the room grew colder. The small glances that were being exchanged between the small group of girls trying to come up with any sort of plan other than just simply confessing was zero to none. Obviously you were going to think of the worst possible scenario because if Steve really doesn't like you then maybe it will hurt less. You know that's not true but you try with every ounce of you body to convince yourself that it is.

You grab your coat and purse from the back and follow Nancy outside the glass doors that once kept you safe from the impending doom that is this night. 

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I'll post part 3 this weekend!! Hope you are liking the story. Thank you for reading and I love YOU!!!

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Robin Buckley x Reader

Requests are: Open. I write for a large amount of characters, so check my pinned post for details.

Summary: Steve Harrington had no luck with Robin. But you might have had better results then your brother.

You were going to get caught. Steve had no clue you were bi. No clue at all.

That was how you you and your girlfriend had gotten away with dating for so long. Steve assumed you were both just really good friends.

He never got suspicious that while all of you had a group movie night once or twice a week, you and Robin always locked the door if you were having a sleepover.

Steve assumed you were going to talk about crushes. And other girly things (he was clueless). He didn't know you were having sex or making out with his best friend.

You smiled as Robin pressed a kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss and cupped her cheeks as you kissed her back.

She pulls away and smiles, "You're brother is going to literally kill you for dating his best friend," she smiles at you, "Like literaly. Doesn't he keep a nail bat under his bed? I mean, you saw what he did to Vecna. You were literally there." Robin gets a horrified look on her face, "Do you think he would kill me? I'm dating his little sister," she gives you a questioning look full of fear.

"Robby, I'm literally an adult. And he is a year older. One year. And you're his best friend. He talks about you a lot," you reassure her.

You cuo her cheeks and pull her in for a more heated kiss. She gladly obliges and allows your tongue to ented her mouth.

Kissing had become a great way to calm Robins nerves. She smiles as neither one of you hear Steve's feet pad up the stairs.

You skip your hand under her shirt and trace your fingers over her abdomen. She giggles into the kiss due to the feeling. You pin her to your mattress as her tongue starts fighting your tongue.

You giggle as she wraps her arms around your neck as you slowly push up her shirt, revealing her sports bra on underneath.

Rob-

"WHAT THE FUCK," you both jump apart as Steve screams.

Robin quickly pulls her shirt down and you try to reason, "Steve, you need to calm down. You had no problem dating my best friend," you say referencing to when he had dated nancy.

"No, you have been seeing my best friend. Behind my back? And you're gay?" He exclaims and the three of your cheeks all have a nice pink tint.

"No, I'm bi. I like babes and guys," you explain as Robin hides her face in a pillow.

"I'm not sorry , but it's been around six months," you say. Steve's face falls. Six months?!?!

"Fine. But, have you two, done...it?" He asks and your cheeks go three shades darker.

"Many times. Like I said Harrington, these women are hot and your sister was the one I had in mind when I said it," Robin blurts with a smile as Steve turns as red as your new lipstick and runs out of the room muttering 'no, no, no'

"That went well," Robin teases and you burry your head in your pillow. You were never going to be able to look at your brother again.

[im-robins-bitch]

Paris is beautiful, but seeing Robin prance around Paris with a beret on her head and a cheesy smile on her face? Now that is a religious experience. 

Robin Buckley had a bucket list of things she wanted to do while she was in the city of love and as her dutiful girlfriend you planned on crossing off every single one while you were here.  

Taking photos of her posing bashfully next to the seine. 

Holding hands as you walk through various markets. 

Admiring the stained glass of Notre Dame and wondering if you could afford to have stained glass windows in your home or even some gargoyles.  

Feeding each other macaroons and trying to guess each flavour. 

Suggesting you put a love lock on the Pont Des Arts Bridge, but Robin spends 10 minutes explaining why it’s bad for the bridge. She also doesn’t want someone to cut off her lock and possibly jinx your relationship, but she keeps that reason to herself. 

You’ll walk around the Louvre Museum and every so often you’ll turn from a painting to ask her something and find her already looking at you adoringly. Every time she directs you to a painting she likes in particular she’ll always whisper in your ear after that it still isn’t as beautiful as you. 

After a whirlwind of sightseeing, you’ll both settle down for a picnic in one of the less busy parks, giving your feet some time to recover. Chocolate strawberries, fluffy pastries and some ice-cream helps you both recover your strength. 

Imagine Robins's face, warm from the sun, staring down at you while you rest your head in her lap, playing with her fingers while she tries to lick the melted chocolate from her lips. 

That night you’d walk around the town, seeing Paris lit up in the night. 

The day before you’d have to head home you’d go to the Eiffel Tower, kissing your girlfriend at the top like you’re in a movie. 

It was the last thing on Robin’s bucket list and the only thing that was on yours. There was one thing you wanted to do in Paris, and that was propose to your girlfriend on top of that tower. 

You’d turn around. You claim you want a proper look at the view, but really you're looking for the ring you’ve hidden in your pocket. It was a hard time smuggling that through security without Robin noticing, but it was all going to be worth it when you proposed to her in the city of her dreams. 

The speech is on the tip of your tongue as you go over the words in your head again and again. 

“Robin,” You would mumble, trying to work up the courage, but when you spin around to see her Robin is already on her knees, a velvet box held open to you with a ring between the cushions. 

“There was one more thing on my Paris bucket list”

Masterlist

[justlydiasworld]

Hi I would like to request for stranger things with only Robin Buckley Prompt list from the fluff prompt "Your lips,against mines. Boom. Kiss." (With a little fake dating for the holidays) Please and thank you! :)

ꨄ꧂Are You Serious?

Day 5 of 12

Pairing: F!Reader x Robin Buckley

Fluff Prompt List: “Your lips,against mines. Boom. Kiss”

Summary: Robin is to be known as a very, unpredictable person. Once she asked you to ‘fake date’ her, you don’t know if she was being genuinely serious or joking around, either way you didn’t want to just ‘fake date’ her. So what will you do now?

Warning(s): Angst, fluff towards the ending <3

A/N: Thank you for being patient with me and actually following the directions! Here’s the fanfic that you’ve requested, I hope you’re satisfied on how it turned out love.

One thing Robin can’t stand is being alone, just in general. This girl will push herself to be in group activities with her friends, even if she doesn’t like the idea. Christmas was around the corner and that means her hanging out with friends or make plans with them were low. Robin called up all her friends, Steve, Dustin, and even Eddie. Steve had a packed schedule due to a family reunion and still working at the rental video store. Dustin on the other hand caught a cold while he was out making snow angels in his backyard. And lastly Eddie held a meeting exclusively for hell-members in wheelers house, so her closest friends pretty much are busy the entire week.

Robin wanted to give up and accept the fact that she would be celebrating Christmas alone this year. She laid flat on her bed, wearing a set of Christmas pj’s. Robin groaned out in frustration but her eyes lit up once she thought of you. How could she possibly forget about you? You were close to Robin too, and maybe this was the time to ask her out this weekend? Robin didn’t know where all the sudden energy came from but this was good news to her.

She dialed up your number as fast as she could and now the classic ring follows along. After a few minutes, she heard your voice. Her eyes lit up and her smile curved too. “Hello? Whose this?” Your voice sounding soothing through the telephone. “He-hey, it’s Robin.” She felt warm when she heard your voice, enough to make Robin daydream. “Oh Robin! Hi! Do you need anything?” You were overjoyed and Robin could tell by the way you said her name. Robin knew deep down she needed an excuse and quick, you head her breath heavily on the other side of the phone. “Robin? You there?” Your voice now sounding lower.

“I, uhm,fuck, do you want start dating?” Robins eyes widen, she couldn’t believe what she just said. “I-I mean like fake dating, to you know, make vickie upset,yeah,yeah!” She let out a sigh but you on the other hand, was excited to hear that but not after hearing that. “Uhm, oh okay. Do you want to hang out in a few days? I’m pretty busy at the moment..” you whispered, eyes swelling up and your fighting to hold back tears. “Th-that’s fine, see you later y/n.” She took the telephone from her ear and placed it back. Why did her heart hurt that much?

-

It’s been a few weeks after ‘fake dating’ Robin, and you don’t know if she’s just playing around or being genuine. So the more she shows affection and attention towards you, the more you’ve had enough of everything. You’re sitting on robins couch, eating Christmas cookies with her too. Your eyes landing on the floor, thinking about the things you’ll have to say to her today. “Hey, you okay?” Robin holds your hand, with a light gloss in her eyes. You pulled away from her grip, leaving a small shock from Rob. “Are you serious?” You scoffed. “What even are we Robin? The day you called me about fake dating you, do you even know how I felt? Do you? Because I don’t know if-if your feelings are genuine for me-hell, I don’t even know if you have feelings for me at all!” Tears fall down from your eyes, blurring robins reaction, using the back of your hand to wipe off the liquid.

“ I’m sorry y/n..” Robin drifted, it hurt her so much. It was like gasping for air, but there weren’t any. It’s like the air was sucked out from her lungs. “Sorry? You’re sorry? That’s all you have to say?” Your little hiccups start to form and gosh was it embarrassing. “Mhm, I’m sorry love. You deserve so much better. I was just- I was just a bit of a pussy to tell you and I made up an excuse on the spot- I-I really did like you. And I still do! I was just being stupid and I wasn’t thinking!” Robin rambles about her perspective on this whole fake dating scene but you were genuinely not convinced by this.

But the more Robin talked about it, the more she started stuttering, then getting mad, then upset, then,crying. She wasn’t lying. She actually liked you. “You’re so pretty Robbie..it’s a shame that we’re only fake dating, and it hurts a lot..” you gazed into her blue eyes, her red puffy eyes looked so adorable on her,weirdly enough. Rob couldn’t believe what she just heard, that compliment changed everything to her. “Ah, it’s getting late Robin.I’ll take my leave, don’t stay up too late Robin Buckley..” you took your jacket that was on the couch. “Huh, ‘Robin Buckley’?” Her eyes start to swell again, gripping the couch. “Why not rob-or Robbie?” She whispered lowly, her raspy tone sending chills down your spine. “Please don’t make this any harder than it should be Robin.” You’re now facing the door, leaving Robin with the back of your head to look at. Right now all you wanted to hear from Robin was the truth.

-

You sighed and opened the door to leave, a sudden pull grabs your arm. Robin's soft lips smashed onto yours until you kissed her back. The small faint smell of hot choolate lingered on her lips, you pulled away from her kiss, gasping for some air. Robin just smiles,"holy shit I wanted to do that for years.." She gripped her hands tightly on your shoulder, leaving a goofy grin on her face. "Wh-what was that.." You shook you head in denial, but turned into a blushing mess. "Your lips,against mines.Boom.Kiss." Robin sounded very proud of herself once she said that, chuckling because of how stupid that phrase was. You knew it was a kiss but why so sudden, and you were about to leave too. "Can you stay a little longer so I can explain everything..please?love." Her puffy eyes still as recoganizable, and her damp sleeves drenched in her wet tears. "Alright, ten minutes, I'll give you ten minutes to explain yourself..Rob." Robin's blue eys sprinkled in star dust, her frown turned into the most mesmorizing smile ever.

[limerince]

Poor Baby.

Robin Buckley x shy!fem! reader :D

summary!! 🍥 : reader gets hurt on the way to Robins house, Robin being the perfect girlfriend kisses readers boo boos :(

word count ! 0.9k !! (cw!! use of fem gendered petnames , no use of y/n! , slight angst , small mention of blood.)

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While on the way to your girlfriends house you didn’t expect to see a pair of the most beautiful butterflies ever, you didn’t expect yourself to get lost in their dance or the colors of their wings and you also didn’t expect to trip over your own two feet, pushing off the tingly feeling on the palm of your hands and knees as something not so serious; so when you finally made it to her house and finally got to see your lover after what feels like a millennia you weren’t expecting the smile she wore to slip off immediately after catching your eye is what you thought but it was only when she caught sight of your bloodied knees did she begin to frown , slight worry taking over; though she could tell that there was nothing else to worry about, to the naked eye at least.

“baby what the fuck- what happened?”

Robin didn’t mean for her words to come off as agressive as they may have sounded so when she sees the bright smile that she’d come to love slowly turn into a frown she couldn’t even bring herself to apologize quite yet, allowing herself to take you into her grip, pulling you by your forearm and manhandling you ( which in the occurrence of some ‘different’ more exciting activities would you enjoy it but not in this case); never disrespectful but in a way that can only be described as worrisome, into her family home.

You allow her to drag you up the stairs and into her; confusion taking over your features as you stare after her stern figure as she pushes you gently to sit on her fluffy lemon covered toilet seat, soft hands rested on top of your shoulders as she knelt down so she was able to see your face.

“how’d you cut yourself, pretty girl?” Your face must’ve showed how confused you were as Robin brought a hand down to gently run her finger over your scrapped knees, apologizing quickly after seeing the slight wince on your usually smile stricken face.

“oh!..i didn’t even realize..”

she shakes her head and let’s out an exaggerated sigh, which slightly pulls at your heartstrings; she catches your sullen expression and tries to choose her words carefully, you’d always been a sensitive one (which was always something she loved most about you) and she didn’t want to make you feel as though she was upset with you, deciding that she wanted to get you fixed up before saying anything.

“my poor baby, lets get you cleaned up, yeah? She’d asked but it wasn’t really a question considering how she’d already started wiping away at the slight blood that started escaping the torn skin, dapping at it with a wet wipe softer than she should’ve before placing a pink bandage right over the aching spot on your knees.

There was a pause of silence, robin was only finding the right words to say at a time like this.

“honey.. my love, you should really be more careful when you’re walking alone, i just don’t like seeing your pretty skin all scarred up. I care about you baby, y’know that right? ”

Her intense gaze makes you nervous but you find yourself lost in her, unable to pull your eyes from her being, rosy cheeks with freckles littered over her slightly tanned skin. She was perfect, everything about her from her delicate but wild features to her signature scent to the smallest things you notice about her; like when she scrunches her nose up when she giggles or how she traces shapes on your skin when you lay together or when she lays her head softly onto your chest , because she loves the way your heartbeat feels, loves knowing that you’re there and alive and well.

“Do you understand, love?” She asked softly, as she always did when she was with you, keeping her tone teeth rottenly sweet and her touches even sweeter.

You hadn’t even realized she’d been talking to you before.

“..what?” her shoulders shook as she giggled lightly at your drowsy expression, high off of just her presences alone.

“said I want you to be more careful on your way here , don’t want to see such a pretty thing like you coming here hurt anymore. do you understand?” She brought her hand up from it’s place on your bare thigh to brush her thumb over your cheek, smiling gently, expression so sweet you felt like you’d get cavities.

“okay baby , im sorry n’ I’ll be more careful..” you hadn’t meant to sound as nervous as you did: you knew your lover was only worried about you, but you couldn’t fight off the embarrassed feeling that swam around in the pit of your tummy, your eyes breaking contact and your face warming up slightly.

“hey , hey! what’s that look? im not mad yknow that, i just hate seeing my girl hurt, want you to be in pitch perfect shape when you come over.” Your gaze moving back to hers as you heard the suggestive tone in her voice, giggling as you shook your head slightly.

“you’re crazy..” gentle smile never wavering.

“you love me.” She whispered as your shy but loving fingers made their way up the nape of her neck and into her hair, slightly tugging on the short, growing roots.

“I do..and you love me.” you knew she did, you could feel it.

That i do. She thought.

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[tired-bisexual-brainrot]

robin: yk you and eddie munson are looking suspiciously couple-y

nancy: oh my god, please ignore her

steve: we’re friends. he’s my friend

robin: well, friends as in friends, or friends as in friends?

nancy: robin.

steve: why? are there rumors, or…

robin: no, no. nothing but my gay intuition

[kaylans-imagines]

i. prologue

synopsis: in which yn 'tulip' hopper endures the strangest of things.

pairing: eventual steve harrington x reader

warnings: overusing promise. young steve and yn. death. angst, fluff.

word count: 4378

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Vietnam, 1966

The first promise Y/N had ever been made was by her father. It was before she had even met him, unaware of his presence. He had been out of her life for the first three years, fighting in the war. His only source of information about her came from the letters his former lover would send him and the pictures she clipped onto them. Upon seeing her full, chubby cheeks and bright eyes, he promised her that he would live for her. 

Fresh out of high school, with a raging war going on, James Hopper decided to do the patriotic thing and enlist in the army. He left his hometown in Indiana, and his high school sweetheart, to fight in a war that had nothing to do with him–he just wanted to do something with his life. It was dangerous for one’s mind to be clouded with anything other than surviving, but all Hopper could think about was his beloved. The girl of his dreams that he left behind in Hawkins. With her shiny eyes, soft hair, and genuine personality, Hopper thought she would be the one he would marry. But reality was nothing if not cruel. He left his beloved with a tearful and passionate goodbye and boarded the plane, unknowing if he would live. 

Surrounded by the sounds of explosives going off in the background and the phantom feeling of his guns ricochet, Hopper stared down at the letter addressed to him. He knew the handwriting; he would copy off it all the time while he was in school. He had love notes directed to him with the same loops and dots. It was his ex. The girl he left behind. Despite their agreement to end things between them, she had promised to write to him every day, but she hadn’t made good on her promise until that day. He thought she was punishing him for leaving her.

Smelling her perfume, he thought about the taste of coconut on her lips and the times they would spend doing nothing together. It made him yearn for her. Their breakup was mutual, but she still held her heart in her hands. Sighing, he ripped open the seal and pulled out the letter. The white letter spotlighted the polaroid photo she had shoved in. The photograph was of a baby girl dressed in purple. It didn’t take much before he realized he was staring into the eyes of his beloved. 

Jimmy, 

I don’t know why you’ve yet to write me, but this is the last time I will try. I can take a hint and move on. I thought the news of our love personifying would have you over the moon, but I guess I don’t know you the way I thought I did. At least I don’t know this version of you. Nine months I carried what I felt would be the last remnant of you–I will be the first to confess this war scares me. I’ve read what goes on over there in the papers, and it terrifies me. While I may be angry at you for ignoring me, I still believe you have a right to look at what our love created. This little person is your daughter. 

Y/N Tulip Hopper. You always said you wanted to name our daughter after the flowers you got me on our first date. I wanted to honor that. It doesn’t matter if I’m mad at you. I don’t want to regret not doing that if reality turns its back on us and the unimaginable happens. I see so much of you in her already. She’s got your tenacity and compassion. And most importantly, she’s got your heart. Maybe she can act as an incentive for you to live, and I sincerely hope she is because as much as I may be angry at you right now and miss you, I want our daughter to know her dad.

Please don’t abandon her the way you did me. Please. 

All my heart, 

Your Petal

The knowledge of his daughter was new, but he already loved her more than anything else in the world. He had yet to meet her, but he assured himself he would do everything he could to ensure he got his chance. He would survive if only for her. That was his promise. 

Indianapolis International Airport, 1969

For three years, he lived. He fought against everything attempting to kill him. People with guns, explosives set with sensitive triggers, and the silent killer, Agent Orange. His exposure and the unknowing effects on him granted him an honorable discharge. While part of him wanted him to stay and fight out the war, the other major part was ready to see his daughter. He impatiently sat on the uncomfortable plane seat, taking in the sight of the Indianapolis skyline. His hand had clutched the years worth of photos of his daughter. He had watched her grow up behind the plastic covering of polaroid photos. As soon as the plane landed, he would finally meet his little girl. The little girl he’d been living and fighting for. 

The plane came to a stop, and he stood up hastily. The passengers let him off first, making note of his uniform. Some thanked him for his service, while others bowed heads in silence. Hopper thanked them briskly and hurried off the plane, eager to see the girls. His eyes scanned the vicinity, wandering over moving bodies and patient loved ones. They settled on those of his former lover. At the sight of her, he rushed towards her. He pushed through people, offering apologies over his shoulder. Her figure came to view with their toddler in her arms. She made eye contact with Hopper and grinned, her eyes looking at the girl in her arms before they pointed at him, urging her to wave. 

“Petal,” he whispered into her hair after pulling her into a hug, “I’ve missed you.” 

His former lover stared at him with a tearful smile, “I’ve missed you too.”

His eyes settled on the little girl staring at him with wide eyes, Hopper held open his arms for her, and she easily went to them. Hopper choked back a sob. He hugged her close to his chest. 

“Tully,” her mother said, drawing her attention, “this is your daddy. Jimmy, this is your daughter, Y/N Hopper.” 

“Blob,” the toddler giggled, poking at his stomach. Hopper let out a watery chuckle and pulled her into him. Her tiny arms wrapped themselves around his neck in response. 

“My tulip,” he whispered. He felt a watery kiss be placed on his cheek, and he couldn’t refrain from shedding the tears he’d been holding back. 

Hawkins Hospital, 1971 

The second came when she met her baby sister. Sara was born on a cool autumn night, blue eyes blinking up at her. At five years old, Y/N didn’t know how to be an older sister. But she swore to the baby resting in her arms that she would be the best for her. That they were sisters forever. 

Y/N’s hand sat clasped on her lap, and her pink sneakered shoes dangled above the white vinyl flooring of the hospital. Her mother sat beside her, engrossed in the lengthy book, while her step-father looked over the magazine he’d found. It was early, too early for the five-year-old to be awake, but her father had called the house informing them Y/N’s stepmother had gone into labor. The family of three had rushed to the hospital and took up residence in the hospital’s waiting room. 

Bored, she turned to her mother and tugged at her sweatshirt sleeve, “mommy, when is my sister gonna come?” 

Her mother smiled at her daughter and her unnecessary whispering, “I don’t know, darling. Babies take time.” 

Y/N started at her with wide eyes, “did I take time?” 

“You did, my flower,” her mother admitted and pulled her into her lap, “but you were so worth the wait.” 

Satisfied with her mother’s response, Y/N laid against her and watched the clock tick above her. The incessant clicking had lulled the little girl to sleep. Her father walked through the hallway and into the waiting room, greeting his former lover and her husband before his eyes landed on his eldest daughter. Her mother nodded for him to wake her up and share the news. 

Upon seeing her bright eyes, Hopper smiled at her and opened his arms, taking her into them. “You have a baby sister, Tulip. Do you want to meet her?” 

Hopper stood up with her in his arms at her sleepy nod and led the family to his wife’s room. Y/N seemed to instantly wake up at the sight of her stepmother holding a bundle of pink blankets. Diane Hopper motioned for her stepdaughter to come to her. Hopper placed her on the floor and watched as she settled onto the bed. 

“Hi,” Y/N greeted. 

“Hi, Y/N,” Diane repeated, “This is your baby sister Sara. Would you like to hold her?” 

Y/N’s eyes widened at her question, “can I?” at her affirmation, Y/N nodded. After assuring her stepmother that she was comfortable, she accepted her baby sister into her arms. Looking down at Sara’s sleeping face, Y/N smiled before dropping a kiss on her head. 

“You’re my sister forever, Sara,” she promised. 

Hawkins Elementary School, 1972 

Y/N sniffled as she watched the frogs jump from one lilypad to another in the pond behind the school. She had bidden her father a goodbye that morning as he packed away his life in Hawkins for New York. He promised to keep in touch with her, keep her updated on everything her little sister did, and fly her out every summer, but that didn’t stop the six-year-old from missing her father. 

“Do you want a tissue?” a nasally voice asked from behind her, startling her. 

She shook her head and kept her gaze on the frogs, “no, thank you.”

“Why are you staring at the lilypads if there are no frogs anymore?” the voice queried. Y/N shrugged her shoulders and looked at the boy who invaded her space as he plopped down beside her. 

“I don’t know why you like looking at the frogs,” he judged, “they’re gross and ugly.”

“That’s mean,” Y/N scolded, brows pinched in the middle as she took offense for the animals. 

“It’s only the truth,” the boy defended. Y/N didn’t know where the anger she felt came from–perhaps it was watching her father leave her behind for his new family or the strong desire to prove him wrong–but she grabbed hold of a stray frog and thrust it in the boy's face. It drew a shriek from him and caused him to rush up, running away from her. His running away only spurred her on, chasing him the length of the playground. She stopped at the sound of a shrill voice yelling her name.  

“Y/N Hopper!” Her teacher, a plucky woman, Mrs. Dubose, yelled. She stomped over to the children and recoiled in disgust after she caught sight of the reptile in the little girl’s hand. “Drop the frog this instant! We do not chase our classmates with outside creatures, Y/N. Apologize to Steve.” 

“But Mrs. Dubose,” Y/N protested, “he started it. He said the frog was ugly, even though it didn’t do anything to him. He was being mean.” 

“Y/N, what you did was mean. We do not chase people with frogs. Apologize to Steve, please.” 

Y/N pouted and sneakily rolled her eyes, turning to look over at the frightened boy, “I’m sorry, Steve.” 

Satisfied, her teacher turned and returned to where she was gossiping with her coworkers. Y/N smirked at Steve. 

“I’m sorry, a frog is prettier than you,” she snarked. 

“Oh, yeah? Well, a frog is smarter than you,” Steve retaliated. 

Hawkins Elementary School, 1975 

At nine years old, Y/N felt silly donning a pinstriped dress. She had been cast as Alice for the fourth grade’s rendition of Alice in Wonderland. She’d endured the embarrassment and annoyance because her mother had stitched her costume by hand. And her father had promised to be in attendance. After long rehearsals and late-night readings, it was finally the premier day. 

Y/N peeked out from behind the red curtain, eyes gleaming as she caught sight of her family in the stands. Her mother beside her stepfather, both holding cameras. Beside her mother sat her dad with Sara in his lap. Her family had shown up, and it was as if all her nerves had dissipated. She drew back from the curtain and caught sight of her best friend, dressed in pink and purple. 

“Steven,” she called. Steve’s anxious face relaxed upon seeing her easy smile. 

“Everyone’s out there,” she stated, “come look.” 

Without waiting for his response, she pulled him towards the curtains, “look, even my dad’s here.” 

“That’s nice, Y/N,” Steve said half-heartedly. Y/N pulled away and looked at her downtrodden best friend. She wasn’t used to her name coming out of his lips. It was always some variation of a flower or a nickname with Steve. 

“What’s wrong?” Steve sighed. 

“Nothing,” Y/N glared at him before tugging him to a secluded corner. 

“Steve? What’s going on?”

Steve stared down at his shoes, “it’s just, not everyone’s here, Tulip. My parents aren’t, and they promised they would be.” 

Y/N had only ever felt rage twice in her life. Once when someone commented on her being unwanted because her parents weren’t together. And the second was when Steve had confessed his parents had broken their promise to him. There wasn’t much Y/N could do. Not at nine years old, but she could offer her best friend a shoulder to lean on. And her family. Both of them. 

“You don’t need them, Steven,” she stated, mind already made up, “we can share my family.” 

“That’s not how it works, Tulip,” Steve said. 

“Yes, it is,” she declared, “it works that way because I said so.” 

In her determination, she missed the small smile that graced Steve’s lips. He didn’t know what he did in a past life to have been granted an amazing best friend in his current one, but he wasn’t about to complain. With the thought of being part of a loving family, Steve performed happily by Y/N’s side. The curtain drew to a close after their bow, and the children were dismissed to the stands to search for their families. 

“Come on, Steve,” Y/N dragged him to her parents, “hurry up.”

Steve stumbled over his feet before he was able to gather his barrings. His voice caught in his throat as Y/N’s mother took him into a bear hug. She dropped a kiss on his head, and for once, he didn’t yearn for a mother’s comfort.

“Oh, Steve,” she breathed proudly, “you did so good.”

She pulled away and reached behind her to her seat for his bouquet of roses, “we’re going out to dinner; get your stuff.” 

Nodding, Steve complied and rushed to get his belongings. He was quick in his movements, not wanting the family to regret inviting him to their dinner. To his surprise, they were still there, waiting for him. 

“Let’s go, kid,” Hopper urged him, clapping his shoulder. “We’re celebrating you guys tonight.” 

For once, he wasn’t disappointed in his flakey family. He had a better one. 

Providence Residence, 1978

Y/N rolled her lips as she waited for her best friend to show up. All her family’s belongings had been stored in boxes and shipped off to their new home in New York. The decision to move from Indiana to New York came from her stepfather getting a new job in the state and her desire to be closer to her dad and younger sister. She was ecstatic to be closer to them, but she would miss the life she’d made in Hawkins. She spent twelve years of her life in the small town, making memories with her friends and adjusting to a busier and fuller city would come with its challenges. 

“Tully, come on, honey,” her mother urged as she walked past her, a small bag of their final belongings rested on her shoulder. 

“Just one more minute, mom,” Y/N begged, “he promised he’d come.” 

Her stepfather pulled her mother in and walked them both to the car, “just give her a few minutes, love. Let her wait for him.”

Her mother squeezed her arm before she fell into step with her husband. Y/N rolled on the balls of her feet, ears perking up as she heard the familiar sound of a bike chime. His bike chime. His fluffy hair came into view as she threw his bike onto the lawn and ran up the stairs. His hands fell to his knees, wheezing slightly as he caught his breath. 

“I’m so glad you’re still here,” he gasped out, “I thought you’d left.” 

“I promised I’d wait,” she reminded, “and I never break my promises.” 

Steve nodded, finally catching his breath, “you’re my best friend, Chrysanthemum.” 

Y/N mugged him, “I should’ve left when I had the chance.” 

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he confessed, “I’m glad you waited to say goodbye.” 

“I couldn’t leave without one last hug,” she said, “you’re my best friend too, Steven.” 

Steve smiled softly, “I’m going to miss you.” 

Y/N looked at her best friend before throwing her arms around him and pulling him close.

“Me too, and I’ll come to visit in the summer,” Steve promised into her hair. 

“Tully, baby, we gotta go,” her mother called from the car. Y/N pulled away from him and smiled at Steve tearfully. 

“I have to go,” she whispered. Steve nodded his head, wiping his eyes. 

“I have to tell you something,” he spat out before he could stop himself. Y/N turned to look at him, eyebrows raised in surprise. Y/N tilted her head in confusion, urging him to speak. 

Steve drew in a breath, “I like you, Tulip. Like, like like you.” Y/N felt her heart bursting. 

“Tully, let’s go!” Her mother interrupted, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her away. She gaped at Steve, stumbling as she followed her mother to the car. She shuffled in, staring at her best friend. As his body grew smaller the further they went, Y/N pressed her hand against the window. The words she wanted to say died on her lips. 

Hopper Residence, New York, 1978  

“Where’s Lyra?” Y/N asked her little sister. Sara pointed at a cluster of stars, making out the shape with her tiny finger. Y/N pretended to follow along; she wasn’t about to tell her sick sister that she couldn’t make out the constellation. In her eyes, they all looked like glittering balls. She kept silent. Sara loved astronomy, and Y/N wanted to grant her a semblance of normalcy before she began her treatments. 

“I know what you’re doing,” her younger sister admitted from beside her. Y/N turned to look at her, but she was met with Sara’s pigtails. 

“What am I doing?” Y/N asked, “you know, besides stargazing with my baby sister.”

Y/N could feel the eye roll Sara made, “you’re trying to distract me.” 

Y/N sighed, “is that such a bad thing?”

Sara looked at her, “no.”

The elder sister grabbed her younger sister’s hand and squeezed it, assuring her that she would be by her side through it all. Her reassurance didn’t need to be said out loud–Sara felt it. She lived in peace, knowing that Y/N would always be in her corner, loving and protecting her with everything in her. 

“Tuls,” Sara whispered, drawing a hum from the girl.

“Can we watch Halley’s Comet when it passes by?” Sara didn’t know why she was scared of asking her a simple question. Her sister would never deny her of anything, especially nothing as trivial as watching a comet streak across the sky. But her small body coursed with fear. 

“Of course. I wanted to do that with you anyway,” Y/N admitted, “when does it fly by again?”

Sara giggled, “1986,” 

“You’ll be fifteen by then,” Y/N said, turning to look at her with a teasing smile, “you wouldn’t think hanging out with your twenty-year-old sister would make you a dork?”

Sara stared at her, “you’re the coolest person I know, Tuls. That will never change.” 

“Promise you won’t change your mind?” 

“Pinky,” Sara said, holding her pinky finger up to link it with her older sisters.

Sara shuffled on the grass and rested her head on her sister’s shoulder, breathing in the comforting smell of coconut. Y/N was the definition of peace.  

 New York Memorial Hospital, 1978

The thundering grey clouds exemplified the mood inside the stuffy white room. Y/N could only focus on the headache-inducing smell of saline and hand sanitizer. She pushed the headache aside, smiling at her younger sister. Her eyes stained red, and her nose ached from the constant running, but she kept her emotions at bay for the sake of her younger sister. The pain she felt in her heart didn’t compare to the pain her younger sister felt in her body. 

“Dad’s sleeping,” Y/N whispered, pointing out the obvious, “so I snuck in some pudding. Do you want vanilla or chocolate?” 

“Is that even a question?” Sara snarked, “chocolate.” 

Y/N handed it over and settled in beside her sister, eyes peering over to their father resting on the cot. It had taken some convincing for him to finally sleep. Y/N had to promise him that she would keep a vigilant eye on her. His exhaustion was evident, and his heartbroken eyes didn’t help ease Sara’s pain for something she couldn’t control. 

“Tuls,” Y/N hummed, “can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it,” Y/N allowed. 

“Do you love me?” Y/N turned to look at her younger sister in confusion.

“Of course I do, Sara,” Y/N stated as if it were obvious. She sure as hell thought it was apparent. “Why would you think I didn’t?” 

Her younger sister drew into herself, shuffling under her blankets, and in a small voice answered Y/N’s question, “because I’m not your sister sister, I’m just your half-sister.” 

Y/N shuffled down until she was shoulder to shoulder with Sara, “that doesn’t mean anything, Sare Bear. There is no such thing as half love; I love you fully.” 

Y/N knew that deep down, these words would be some of the last she ever said to her younger sister, and while the thought brought tears to her eyes, she felt a sense of peace knowing they were words of reassurance. Her words summarized her deep love for her little sister, and they would follow her to eternity. It brought minimal comfort in knowing that her baby sister would take those words with her in her next life, where she would play to her heart's content and read all the stories she wanted. 

“Can you promise me something?” Sara whispered. Y/N cradled her head closer to her, sniffling before she nodded. 

“Promise you won’t miss Halley’s Comet,” Sara begged, “I’ll pass by with it, just for you.” 

“We’ll watch it together, Sare,” Y/N said, not wanting to come to terms with the reality of her sister dying. 

“No, we won’t,” Sara said. Y/N’s heart broke at her answer. She hated the thought of her baby sister accepting death, “and that’s okay. Looking down at you, I’ll have the best seat on the comet. Just promise me you won’t miss it.” 

“Okay,” Y/N murmured, “I promise. 1986, I will find the best spot and wait for you.” 

“Thank you,” Sara smiled, “I love you, Tuls.” 

“I love you more, Sare.” 

Y/N couldn’t hold back the tears as they fell when her sister closed her eyes. She knew it wasn’t exhaustion. Sometime in the night, her sister would take her final breath, which would shatter her completely. She was right. Her little sister took her last breath the same night they all slept. The only thing that helped was knowing she was surrounded by the people who loved her. 

 JFK International Airport, NY, 1984 

The last time Y/N had been in the airport was her incoming to New York. In the six years since her sister's passing, her father had moved back to Indiana following his divorce from her stepmother. She had stayed in New York with her mother and stepfather, growing in social status as her stepfather became a business mogul. She loved the lush life and the center of attention, but the emptiness in her heart never left. She knew that if she felt that way, her father was probably worse off.

The decision to move back to Hawkins was an easy one. She missed her father, and the spaced-out phone calls didn’t cut it. She missed Hawkins and its simplicity. She smiled at her mother and drew her into a tight hug, doing the same with her stepfather and pouting little brother. 

“Be good, Tully,” her mother warned, passing her her bag. 

“I’m always good, mom,” Y/N laughed, taking the bag with ease. Her mother returned her laugh and wiped away her tears. 

“We’ll miss you, Tully,” her stepfather informed. 

She knelt down to her brother’s height, staring into his teary eyes, “I’ll miss you, guys, too. But mostly you, big guy.”

He huffed and turned away from her, crossing his arms. Y/N chuckled and pulled him into her, feeling him melt into the hug, “be good for mom and dad. I’ll bring you something when I come back, and we can go on so many adventures.” 

“Promise?” he lisped out. 

“Pinky,” her flight was called over the speakers, and she stood up with a sigh. 

“I love you all so much. I’ll send pictures and call,” 

“We love you! Be safe!” her family called as she walked towards her terminal. 

She was going home.

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Y/N: You gave me up, you let me down, you turned around, and deserted me. Robin: But did I make you cry? Y/N: *cries on the spot* Robin: ...Shit.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Number 42 from this prompt list.

A/n: Steve, Robin and reader all live together cuz that’s the dream.

“Steve.”

“Steevee.”

“Steeevvvveee- you know I think he’s dead.” Robin jokingly assumed, looking over her shoulder at you with a cheeky grin. You scoffed, looking over her hunched form at your friend with the perfect hair who totally wasn’t drooling on his pillow, snoring obnoxiously loud that you were half tempted to smother him with his own pillow. “Let me try something.” You told Robin, reaching down to lightly pinch Steve’s nose, watching as he began to struggle; his brown eyes shot open where they trailed up the arm of the person that had been pinching his nose where he saw that it was just you and Robin dressed in nothing but pyjamas before briefly remembering the pressure upon his nose and promptly smacked your hand away.

“What the hell were you trying to do? Kill me?” Steve said as he rubbed his nose, give you both weird looks as he sat up in his bed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean yeah that’s what we were originally going for.” You shrugged, amused as Robin playfully nudges you in the side. Steve only shot you a look but you knew he loved these types of banter you threw constantly have whether it be in his car, at work or even here in his own bedroom at three in the morning as it only solidified your friendship with the dynamic duo that was him and Robin; you had boringly worked in family video longer then them, so when Keith told you that there was going to be two new hires looking for a job, you didn’t think much of it at the time but when Robin and Steve walked through those doors of the store you knew they were going to be important to you later on and you were proven right when they started their first shift.

“What’re you guys doing here anyway?” Steve asked, voice tinged with slight concern as his mind curiously wondered what your arrival at such a time could mean, his thoughts, despite fogged with sleep, were ran ramped with worries about you, Robin, Dustin, Eddie and the other kids well beings, both mental and physical. His eyes instinctually looking you both over incase there was any injuries either of you were hiding from him and yourselves unknowingly as to keep the illusion that everything was fine when it was far from it. Yet he couldn’t seem to find a single scratch, scrap nor bruise on either of you which made Steve sigh in relief that he covered up as a yawn. “We want food.” Robin said straightforward, Steve’s expression dropped to that of annoyance, “that’s it?” “Yep.” “You came here at,” Steve checked the time, squinting through the sleep that blurred his vision, “three in the morning just to ask for food? Don’t we have any in the fridge? I’m pretty sure I made sure to stock it up-“ “yes we have food but me and Robin aren’t too chuffed with the idea of having to do the preparation, the cooking, so on and so forth-look just answer the question dipshit it’s a simple yes or no.” You cut Steve off, slightly agitated and albeit a little hungry.

“So you want me to cook?” “No! We wanna head out to the nearest store and get junk food but neither of us have a car and you do.” Robin butted in this time when it became clear to you that Steve wasn’t picking up what you were putting down. “Is that all I am now that I’ve got a car? Your choir boy?” Steve asked in disbelief as you and Robin looked just shared a look for for a split second before shrugged your shoulders. “Maybe? kinda? yeah your our choir boy. Congrats.” You patted him on the shoulder as he started to get out of bed against his own body’s wishes as he rummaged his jean pockets for his car keys while you and Robin threw each other a thumbs up with the widest grins across your faces. Neither of you saw but after having found his keys,Steve stopped to smile at yours and robin’s theatrics, he acts like he hates them when in reality he couldn’t wish for better friends who’d drag him out of his bed at ungodly hours just for junk food. He would’ve never gotten this with his other friends back at school, not a chance; it was another reason why he damned himself for not finding you both earlier in his life because if this is what he has to endure for the rest of his life then he’d gladly venture to find you both again and again as though you were bonded for life as platonic soulmates.

Alright, alright, let’s get you two your junk food so I can get back to my beauty sleep.” Steve called, standing up from his crouching position to walk out of the bedroom with you and Robin following soon after like little ducklings following their mother. “I call shotgun.” Robin cried as you ventured out towards the car, not caring who she woke up. You groaned, “come on Robin you always get shotgun! When do I get shotgun! Steve I want shotgun!” You looked to Steve, tugging his arm playfully as he laughs, managing to get his arm out from your grasp so he could put it over your shoulders, bringing you into his side as he talked to you in a low whisper. “You can get shotgun when we get back, deal?” He offered you his hand that you eagerly took without a second thought. “Deal.” “Come on you two I‘lol be dead by the time you get over here!” Robin cried as she waited by the car for you two impatiently causing you and Steve to laugh in response.

‘Yeah,’ Steven thought as he watched you run over to Robin with the widest grin across your face, waiting on him, ‘this is the life.’

[kittycat09]

Crush- Robin x fem!reader PT2

It has been weeks and you still haven't visited Scoops. For the most part, you stayed locked up in your room, too sad to actually do anything.

Who knew heartbreak could feel this bad.

Robin called and tried to talk to you in the halls, but you couldn't bring yourself to talk to her; if you did you feared you would burst out crying and not be able to stop.

You knew being gay was going to be hard. It's not like you could just talk about your crush out loud. But you didn't know it was going to be this hard.

Falling in love with a straight girl, how stupid.

Even though you didn't talk to her, you still admired her from afar. The way her short hair stuck to her face during gym, or how her fingers moved so delicately while playing the trumpet.

And her eyes, god those eyes. You would gaze into them every chance you got, but quickly looking away before you got caught.

It was sad, how head over heels you were for this girl. If she asked you to fetch her the moon, you would be on the next flight to space.

The bell rang and snapped you out of your daydream. You started packing up your stuff but someone stopped you.

You already knew who it was before you even looked up at them.

"Y/N, we need to talk"

'Shit'

You didn't reply right away. You were too busy racking your brain for some kind of excuse.

"Y/N" Her voice was softer than before, a certain type of longing present in the way she said your name.

You looked up at her, your eyes meeting her perfect blue ones. You caved almost instantly.

How could you say no to her?

"Ok," Your voice was soft and quiet. The corners of her lips pulled up slightly when you said this. Nobody else would have noticed it, but you did and it filled your stomach with butterflies.

"Meet me at Scoops" That was the last thing she said before leaving you to sit alone in the classroom, too love sick to even move.

After school, you made your way to the mall. Anxiety was starting to build up and you almost turned back. But your mind went back to the way she smiled when you agreed to talk to her and suddenly you were walking faster.

You walked cautiously into Scoops. You have been here so many times, but this time it felt different. The air was thick and your heart rate was picking up.

Your eyes wandered over to the counter, where you saw Steve flirting with a group of girls.

This made your blood boil.

How dare he flirt with other people while he was dating Robin. You wanted to punch him square in the jaw, but you clenched your fists and took a deep breath.

Steve noticed you standing there and called out your name. You jumped a bit, not expecting to be called out so soon.

You walked over to him, your eyes boring into his. He gave you a weird look, not understanding where this attitude came from.

You were always a nice person, even to people who weren't always nice to you. You believed in second chances, but Steve had crossed the line.

You didn't bother saying hi, it would only make you more pissed to watch him smile and talk like he did nothing wrong.

"Where's Robin?" Your tone was sharp and demanding, shocking Steve.

"She's uh, in the back" You didn't thank him but just walked through the door and into the small back room.

Your tough demeanor broke when you saw her sitting there. Her hands were folded on the table and her leg was bouncing. She always did that she got nervous.

"H-hey" You stuttered, slowly moving closer to the girl. Her head snapped up and her eyes lit up.

"Hey" Her voice was quiet and sounded sad. You sat down on the chair across from her, looking anywhere but at the girl in front of you.

The silence was thick and heavy, making it hard to breathe.

Robin was the first one to break the silent game you two were unknowingly playing.

"Why are you ignoring me?" She jumped straight to the elephant in the room. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself. There was no way you could keep lying to her about it.

You had to tell her the truth.

Your friendship was doomed anyway, whether you told her or not. You rubbed your sweaty hands against your jeans. The action released some of your pent-up anxiety.

"Y/N" The way she said your name sent butterflies to your stomach. You hated how she made you feel like this.

But craved it at the same time.

You took a long, deep breath in. Trying to find the right words to say.

"Robin," You let out a shaky breath, tears already threatening to spill. Robin noticed them and rested her hand on top of yours. Your breathing slowed down, as you tried to focus on Robin's warm hand.

"I'm sorry for ignoring you. The reason why is going to seem stupid and weird. It will probably ruin our friendship, but I can't keep lying to you" She gave you a reassuring squeeze. Asking you to continue.

"Robin, I-I love you. I love you more than a friend" Robin almost fell over in her chair. She has been waiting to hear those words come out of your mouth since you met.

"Y/N-" You cut her off and continued rambling. You did that a lot when you got nervous. Your brain was running a mile a minute and your mouth desperately trying to keep up.

Causing you to ramble.

"I know it's weird, and it's fine if you don't want to be friends anymore. I understand. I would never want to get in the way of you and Steve-"

"Hold on, Steve?" Robin as quizzically.

"Why would that matter?" You started at her, a strange look on your face.

"Well you guys are dating so-" To say Robin was baffled would be an understatement.

"Steve? you think I am dating Steve?" She laughed, not at you but at the thought of dating Steve "the hair" Harrington.

"Wait so you're not dating Steve?" Your lower lip was jutted out and your eyebrows furrowed. Robin laughed again and shook her head.

"No, I am not dating Steve" Emmbaresment rushed through your veins.

The whole reason you started ignoring her in the first place was that you thought she was dating Steve. But you were wrong the whole time.

Now you just looked stupid.

It got silent again and like before Robin was the first to break it.

"Hey, um. I love you too, as more than a friend" Now it was your turn to almost fall out of your seat.

Robin Buckley loved you as more than a friend.

"Really?" She smiled and nodded her head.

"Really"

The two of you stared at each other. Suddenly a force started pulling you two together, like magnets. You leaned over the table, drawing closer to her face. Your eyes fluttered shut as your lips met hers.

It was a euphoric experience. The way her lips danced on yours. How she smiled into the kiss.

God, it was perfect.

You pulled back and stared into her eyes. They were swirling with emotions and you assumed yours were too.

"What?" She asked, a grin on her face.

"You have the most beautiful eyes"

I finally finished it! I hope everyone enjoyed it and let me know if I made any mistakes. I wasn't sure how to end it so I hope it's still good:) have a great day or night<33

[theapangea]

Night Out

Chapter: Final Night Out

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Robin

Summary: You and Steve have been dancing around each other for sometime now, neither of you wanting to make the first move. All your friends decide it is finally time for you both to confess your feelings.

A/N: I am so sad to wrap up this series as it was just so much fun to write and explore the characters. Thank you to all the cuties who have supported this series and my writing. I LOVE YOU ALL !!! All mistakes are mine! My replies are still being weird so sorry if I am not responding to comments

This is the final part to the series. Hope you all loved it as much as I loved writing it.

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The adrenaline is wearing off, the buzzing that once coated Steve’s skin is replaced by a deep, empty pit that sets him on edge. A small part of the sinking feeling from the jarring driving from Robin and the other huge part of it being from the anxiety of telling you how he feels. 

The remembrance of the past several minutes dies as flashes of Robin snatching Steve’s keys and forcefully volunteering on driving this little freak show to the party. The party where you supposedly were. The party where he can finally confesses his true feelings.

Nervously picking at his dry lips as he silently thanks the person who created seat belts. The packed car races down the street before whipping quickly into the driveway without a second of slowing down. With the sound of the gear shift locking itself into park and the car doors opening and closing, Steve can’t move. The air escaping his lungs, the buzzing in his head as he just stares out the front window. His eyes tracing the house as the music beats through the walls and the lights strobe out the windows. 

The doubt starts to seep in and his mind lands on regret again. What if he is wrong? What if he goes into that party and you end up not liking him? Or worse? Steve’s mind races to all the possibilities of what you could possibly be doing in that house. Instantly shutting his eyes as it fears it may be too late. 

Tapping on the passenger windows pulls Steve back to this hell of a reality, desperately wishing he can escape within his mind forever, “Dude, are you coming or what?” Dustin’s voice muffles through the window.

Steve nods his head, a quick exchange of reassuring smiles between the two boys before Steve hesitantly climbs out of the car. Stepping out of his safety net, his only means of escape, but unfortunately Robin stills has the keys and no way in hell would she let him leave without getting his confession off of his chest. Slightly annoyed at having such a good friend.

Robin leads the bunch into the party. Mike and Lucas are in awe as this is their first high school party, lightly elbowing each other back and forth at their excitement. Steve follows closely behind Dustin who every so often sneaks a glance at the older boy. Feeling sorry that this night isn’t going as easy as they all thought it would in Mike’s basement. 

Steve takes a final breath before entering through the door, the music beating through his body, enough to increase his heart rate, unsure if it is actually racing from the music or his growing anxiety with each step through the crowded house. 

Steve has been to many parties during his high school career, has hosted many parties, yet he feels so out of place. Combing his fingers through his hand as he looks around the rooms, barely recognizing anyone. Barely able to recognize himself when he passes a mirror. 

Who is the person he’s become? He used to be so suave around other girls, but you, you were different. Constantly going over the conversations in his head that he shared with you. Nervously fixing his hair in anything that reflects to make it look nice for you. You affected Steve on a physical, mental, and emotional level. 

He just couldn’t help but feel this overwhelming warmth towards you. Steve may not admit it now but the feeling of love is definitely coming to mind as he pushes his way through the kitchen. Robin and Steve subconsciously looking for you in the sea of teenagers. While the younger boys can’t help but not be able to take their eyes off of the unfolding scene of girls dancing and drinking. 

Steve herds the gang into the living room, almost pushing them so they all fall onto the couch. 

Taking a breath before he anxiously speaks, “Ok, stay here and don’t touch, drink or smell anything.” Both hands in front of the boys and then his pointer towards Robin, “Just watch them while I go find Y/N.”

And before Robin can interjet with some snarky comment about not wanting to babysit, Steve is already gone. His shaggy hair disappearing within the crowd. 

The party is a madhouse, barely any room for Steve to move around. Wondering how the hell he is going to find you if he can barely see a couple feet in front of him. Checking all the common areas before he reaches the long hallway full of doors that obviously lead to bedrooms. 

Steve’s heart drops as he hesitates, not wanting to see if you are in any of the bedrooms. Not completely knowing what he would do if he found you hooking up with someone. But he has to know, so very slowly Steve starts to move down the hallway. 

Hand shakily coming up to the first door on his left, taking a deep breath as he tries the knobs, thankfully or not, the door is locked. The tiniest amount of air escapes his expanding lungs as a wash of relief fills his body. 

Moving onto the next door a couple of feet on the other side of the hallway. He can see a sliver of light coming from the bottom. Taking another breath as he reaches for the handle, but before he can turn, his attention is brought upon a door opening at the end of the hallway. 

And there you are.

Steve barely noticed the way you were fixing yourself until a heavy arm is placed over your shoulder. Jason Carver, smiling wide as he practically asserts dominance over Steve. No words spoken, just the small action of letting Steve know what just happened behind that closed door.

And fuck, did it crush Steve.

Standing there, just staring at the two of you, his mind running wild of the images. Trying his best to hold himself together, hold his head up high until he finally locks eyes with you. A sharp breath and then excusing himself quickly. Regretting this night almost instantly. 

Shrugging Jason’s arm off of your shoulder as you make a remark of him being an asshole. Picking up your pace as you chase after Steve. Desperately needing to explain the situation. Continuing to call out his name over the pounding music, jumping above the crowd to get a better look. Pushing, shoving, bumping into anyone who got in your way. 

You aren’t going to let Steve go. Not until he understands, not until he hears you out.

But Steve ignores you as you call his name. Ignores the pain that coats your voice over the loud music because he can’t seem to ignore the crushing feeling in his chest. Knowing that this idea of coming to find you, of professing his love for you was so beyond stupid that he almost can’t handle being around himself. 

Finally breaking away from the party as you stop for a moment on the porch, your chest heaving rapidly as you see Steve walking across the yard, rubbing his hands up his face and through his hair.

“Please,” Jumping from the stairs to catch up to him, “Please stop.” You reach out to grab his arm but he immediately pulls away from your touch. Your electrifying touch.

“Why Y/N?” He stops, turning around to face you.  “Why would I stop? So you can tell me that you just hooked up with Jason Carver?” His words scream anger but his eyes are soft, “You think I really want to hear that?”

Steve’s voice is strained as the tears begin to build, “I like you, Y/N. I really like you. An-and I don’t care if you don’t like me back. I just thought you have to know how I feel about you, because I can’t keep living this way.” And Steve rambles on, like his mind and mouth are no longer connected. And you just stare at him.

Can’t move, can’t talk, as hearing the words fall from his mouth flutter your heart. Obviously you knew Steve liked you but hearing him actually say the words, right in front of you. It feels like a dream.

“I didn’t hook up with Jason. I couldn’t. I couldn’t go through with it.” You explain quickly. “I couldn’t go through with it because I like you too.”

The three words making the air around the two of you heat up. 

Steve’s voice is low, steady, “You like me?”

“I just need you to know that before you hate me forever.” Several tears slip down your cheeks, fingers playing with the hem as your shirt.

“I don’t hate you.” He takes a step closer towards you, his cologne filling your nose, “I mean I came to this stupid party because I like you so much.” Steve takes another step, closing the gap between you two even more, “I could never hate you.”

The sound of your heart pumping clogs your ears as your breaths become uneven. The brown haired man is standing just a little too close for you to properly think straight. The effect that Steve Harrington has on you is overwhelming. 

“Oh my god just kiss her already.” Robin shouts. 

Collectively pulling you and Steve from this little staring contest. A giggle escaping your lips as you lick your lips, eyes shifting from Steve’s eyes to his mouth. His fingers reach out towards you, lightly gripping the hem of your shirt to pull you closer to you. Steve looks into your eyes as his hands cup your face, sinking into his kiss as your lips meet.

“Finally.” Dustin shouts.

Quickly prompting Steve to flip off the younger boy as he continues to kiss you.

~~~

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[p0is0nvalz]

w/ the sweetest robin buckley? a squint of angst maybe

-mimi

seriously i love the way your brain works

(context: you and robin were having a conversation about PDA and how robin never showed affection, leaving you to overthink)

p.s, reader doesn't understand homophobia that much

"its just.. you never show me affection in public..its like your.. embarrassed of me" you sniffled sadly, tears running down your face "oh baby, i always want to show you affection, and of course im not embarrassed about you, its just.. some people dont think that girls should love girls.. m' sorry for making you feel that way, please dont cry" robin sighed sadly, if only we weren't in 1986.

robin pulled you in for a hug, kissing your tears away as you sniffled, you stood on the balls of your feet and leaned in for a kiss. Robin gladly accepted it and kissed you back.

"A KITTY!!" you squealed, running (and maybe tripping once or twice, but that doesnt matter) and somehow the cat didnt scurry away, but ran into your arms instead "ohhhhhh robbie can we keep... him?" you checked, proving that he was indeed a boy "sure baby, anything for you" she sighed "whats his name?" "m' gonna name himmmmmm fin!" running around with him in his arms as he looked like he wanted to grow legs and run around with you. He certainly matched her energy.

a while later, you and fin were closer than ever and robin was not happy about it. He always stole your lap before robin could rest her head, the cat giving her a smirk saying haha loser i stole your human. when robin invites the gang over, she insisted not to get close to the cat. "robs! you didnt tell me you had visitors, i was just dressing finnie up" robin opening the door startled both you and the cat, almost knocking the cats wig off. You held up fin proudly "look guys! he looks like elvis!!! hey there little mama," you tried your best elvis impression, slightly shaking the cat so it looked as if he were speaking. the cat was not having the wig but loved the outfit.

robin smiled lovingly as she introduced you to everybody and fakely smiled as fin was introduced, him glaring at everyone but you.

this was so fun to make! send in more please

[roadtonowherexx]

I usually forget that the majority of my favourite ships from some years back (I still love them today tho) are actually canon but for some reason now I seem to only ship characters that I feel they have chemistry but that are not actually canon-compliant and I don't know what that says about me.