#i love the hc that steve's robin's and eddie's wardrobe gets all mixed together

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If you’re still taking requests, can I ask for 8. sweater weather and either romantic steddie Or platonic stobin?

i wasn't expecting this thing to grow legs and run as far as it did. i'm sure i lost the original plot somewhere along the way. but i hope you like it! takes place after the events of spring break and is a companion piece to this. also now on ao3

Robin will admit she's a bit of a clothes thief. 80% of her closet now consists of every article of clothing she'd ever stolen from Steve's wardrobe.

Though, stealing is a strong word, she thinks. They're more like hand-me-downs, or "a charitable donation to the less fortunate, Steve. I won't get mad if you write it off your taxes, pinky promise."

Most of the clothes Steve doesn't even realize are gone until Robin wears it to work or a movie night. Just gives her a once over, an appreciative nod, and a "looks nice, Rob. Better on you than me." Which.

Okay.

They're platonic soulmates. Best friends. Twin flames, even. Everybody knows this. They've both come out to the party and Steve is with Eddie exclusively now, so there's no romantic feelings between them whatsoever— excluding the brief moment of one sided attraction on Steve's end.

But.

Steve is still Steve.

He's still Steve Harrington.

His natural state is casual flirting even if he doesn't mean anything by it and Robin is 100% a hot blooded lesbian, but his easy compliments still manage to make her tummy flutter and her cheeks pink as she fights the smile trying to worm its way onto her face. The giggle (a fucking giggle) that bubbles from her throat is no help, either.

She chalks it up to never receiving a lot of compliments from people in her formative years.

Now that Steve's dating Eddie, though, their closets look like they've exploded together in a clash of brights and darks, leather and chains meeting polos and denim. Eddie would never spend his hard earned drug earnings on school spirit attire, but sometimes he'll be lounging around the trailer in some Hawkins High sports shirt. Steve wears Eddie's band shirts more often than not because of how comfy they are (he does this on purpose.)

So now when Robin raids Steve's closet, she gets Eddie's clothes too, which is what gets her into the current situation:

She doesn't even think about what she puts on that morning before rushing out the door so Steve will stop honking the fucking horn. It's 6:30am and she has elderly neighbors who need their beauty sleep, for Christ's sake.

(Mr. Cochran currently mowing his yard across the street doesn't share the same sentiments.)

She can tell something's wrong by the whispers that follow her down the hallway as she walks to her locker. She ignores it, though, chalks it up to another rumor about her and Steve making the rounds again.

It's not until lunch that the reason becomes apparent.

She sits beside Nancy at the Hellfire table. The boys aren't there yet so it gives them a chance to catch up and gossip a little, something Robin never thought she'd be interested in before becoming friends with Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler and learning that little miss reporter has stories on almost everyone of their classmates.

They're in the middle of Nancy telling her how Becky was caught in a janitor's closet making out with someone not her boyfriend, when—

"That my jacket, Buckley?"

Eddie's voice is suddenly right in her ear and he materializes out of nowhere, dragging a chair to the head of the table and turning it around to sit on it backwards. The guys follow suit and sit in their own chairs, flanking Eddie's left and right.

Robin frowns and lifts the collar like she's expecting to see Eddie's name stitched on the inside. "Uh, no? I think I'd notice if it were, Munson."

Eddie laughs as he pulls out his lunch that he won't admit Steve made for him. "I do think it is, little birdie."

Robin bristles a bit at the nickname. Eddie jerks his chin.

"Take a look at the back."

Robin glances around the table before hesitantly shrugging the jacket off. She balks at the very obvious image of the signature Hellfire Club devil, painted against a wall of white on the black denim.

"What the hell was this doing in Steve's closet?"

Eddie chokes on his sandwich.

Nancy's perfect eyebrows pull together. "Why were you looking through his closet?"

"Stealing his clothes, obviously."

"Why do you steal his clothes?" Gareth asks.

Robin throws her head back and groans. "I always take his clothes, haven't you noticed almost every shirt I wear is his? We're getting off topic, why did Steve put this in his closet?" She throws an accusing look at Eddie who shrugs.

"Why are you acting like my clothes being in my boyfriend's closet is some big conspiracy?" he shoots back.

Robin narrows her eyes. They stare each other down for a few seconds. She can hear that little whistle from all the western movies and she glares at Jeff to knock it off. Eventually, Robin concedes.

"Touché, Munson. Just don't be surprised when I start wearing your clothes, too. If it's in his closet it's fair game."

Eddie tilts his head in a bow. "As you wish, Lady Buckley."

She doesn't give the jacket back. Isn't sure if she wants to and Eddie doesn't mention even wanting it back. So she keeps it. Admires the little stitches on the front pocket and traces her fingers over the painted devil. There are pins she was somehow blind to, of bands she'd never heard of— except Metallica and Dio— and she curses her brain for being too curious for its own good.

A couple weeks pass and Robin casually mentions to Steve in passing that they should take a day trip down to Indy and hit up a few thrift shops and music stores. He doesn't question it, so they do, and she comes home with new tapes she wants to show Eddie and new clothes that she can call hers.

She doesn't give the jacket back. Instead it hangs on her closet door as she pulls on her own, decorated in various pins and patches she bought in the city and had her mom help her sew them on, over a black Blondie t-shirt.

She's even taken a chance with eyeliner and darker eye shadow that compliments her nails. Wears the chain necklaces she was wearing the day she got Steve as a best friend.

He's leaning against the car when she walks out of the house. He gives her that same once over and she can already feel the warmth spreading across her cheeks. She comes to a stop in front of him.

"It's a good look on you," he says gently as if he can sense her nervousness. He probably can. They share a brain cell, after all.

She lets out a sigh of relief and leans into his space. He just laughs and pulls her in to plant a kiss on the middle of her forehead.

"Does this mean you'll stop stealing my clothes?"

"Not a chance, dingus."

[berrymoos]

do you have any little robin hcs?

hm ... i may have some off the top of my head, just for you anon (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ it's not a lot but i hope u enjoy regardless!

🍦─ regresser robin headcanons!

regresses to the mindset of an elementary schooler (so a 1st – 3rd grader), but if someone asked for an age, theyre not getting a straight answer ... and it's not because she's a lesbian 💀 it's because she doesn't have a specific age, it's just based on vibes

her wardrobe consists of those short overalls, graphic tees, flannels, & primary colors. very easy to play around in. OH & mix-matched socks; she mixes them on purpose bc she thinks it's Neat

so very clumsy. she's clumsy as it is outside of headspace, but when she's regressed it's amped by like .. five. nancy has learned to keep carebear bandaids on her at all times, especially when they're at the park – there has never been a time where robin's left without any new scrapes. she's very used to taking tumbles though, so she rarely ever cries!

loves loves LOVES going to the park to swing. she likes going down the slide, playing in the sandpit, all of that ... but the swings are her favorite! each & every time she's there, nancy & steve have to take turns pushing her bc their arms get tired before she gets tired

chalk art on the sidewalks! courtesy of the lovely steve, she's got a jumbo pack of chalk with so many different colors!! once she's tired of swinging to the stars, robin bounces to drawing hearts in light red & smiley faces in yellow & doggies in dark orange. bathtime is in session afterward, always

she's absolutely wonderful at soothing her friends when they take a tumble, too! she knows jonny nor an extra small eddie can't take falls as well as she can, so she's super quick to get down to their level, reassure them that everything is gonna be okay bc stevie & nance know how to fix it, take their hand, & lead them to the caregivers

her favorite stuffie is the swift heart rabbit plush nancy bought her; takes them everywhere with her, which results in plenty of visits to the bath

her & eddie? conjoined at the hip. where one goes, the other one follows. agents of chaos. nancy & steve never get a break when these two are together .. but honestly, they wouldn't change it for the world

her fear of needles (and doctors in general) is increased tenfold; takes the strength of a thousand men to get her in to an appointment on time. the simple mention of doctors or her annual shot coming up drives her to tears

steve started the nickname “baby bird robin”. robin picked up on it after the first three time it was in use & uses that to tell him or nance when she's feeling small (*´˘`*)♡

ooo she talks so much!! just a rambler that starts on her favorite thing about swift heart that ends on the corgi she saw at the park that she got to pet two days ago. her cgs like to egg her on by asking questions and by golly does it always work! her favorite thing to ramble about is deff care bears; she could legit go on for hours

sweet tooth? no, sweet TEETH. steve has to hide all of his sweets in very obscure places so robin (+ eddie) doesn't find & eat them all in one go. her favorites are chocolate chip cookies & chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream - rocky road is a close second, but it has to be homemade bc she's allergic to the almonds usually mixed in

if she & her crime partner do manage to get their hands on the hidden sweets, they're splitting their prize between each other & jonny. baby buddy deserves some candy, too!

self-indulgent pkmn au hc: robin with a boltund that matches her high energy perfectly ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ always zoom, zoom, zoomin around together, then crashing head first into bed when all of their energy is drained. his name is cheddar biscuit, – no, robin did NOT name him in her smallspace; that's all big robin's doing 🤭