#robin buckely fic

[gay-dorito-dust]

You, Steve and Robin being each other’s wingmen;

you and Steve being robin’s when it came to Vickie, going to pep rallies per her request, poking fun at Tammy Thompson, and making sure that she didn’t say anything that would ruin her chances whilst also hyping her up on the car ride there which only ends in Robin and Steve having their little arguments over the word boobies.

You and Robin being Steve’s whenever a beautiful/and or handsome person walks into Family Video, hyping him up, telling half-truth stories to make Steve look good and hopefully score a date, praising his skills and qualities without it coming across as anything other then platonic because to Robin Steve was the annoying sibling who’d stand in the doorway not speaking before leaving.

Robin and Steve being yours whenever you were talking with Eddie/Gareth/ anyone you were currently crushing on, facepalming from afar whenever you indirectly embarrassed yourself and would visibly cringe while giving you a halfhearted double thumbs up. There’s no doubt that they would playfully mock you afterwards as you groan into your arms, calling yourself an idiot as Steve and Robin sympathetically patted you on the back whilst agreeing that you were indeed an idiot but that’s one of the reasons why they love you.

You’d three would sit on the counter at Family Videos with the sign flipped to ‘closed’ as you laughed and bantered with one another, arms flung over each others shoulders, enjoying each others company and damning yourselves for not finding each other sooner in life if it meant having a friendship as great as yours.

[finntheehumaneater]

⭐️Radio Star⭐️ (part 2)

(Part one) (part three)

(TW: brief mentions of blood and Self-Harm)

Vickie was late. Very late. And Steve wasn’t one to jump to conclusions (okay, maybe he was) but he was pretty sure she wasn’t coming. Robin was slouched over in the chair, her head in her hands, the cat—which Eddie had come over to tell her it’s name (Ozzy) earlier—was curled up in her lap. Steve knew she was crying by the way her shoulders shook slightly and her fingers were all curled up, but he didn’t say anything because there were more people in the shop now and he didn’t want to embarrass her.

“This is just great,” She muttered, her voice strangled. “This is just fucking great.”

“Language.” Steve said back, and she looked all fuzzy now, making him have to squint hard to see her. He was getting worse, but he wasn’t going to admit that. Her head moved up and he opened his eyes again, looking away. 

“Steve —“

“I’ll be fine in a few minutes, just—give me a second.” He whispered, standing up and grabbing onto the chair. He needed another drink. 

There was a line this time, and he bumped into a few people on the way there, which made his insides twist into knots, because fuck, maybe Robin was right? Maybe he did need glasses, and he’d just have to suck it up and deal with it.

When he finally got to the front, everything was all just shapes and colors, and his ears were ringing, and fuck he felt dizzy, his head spinning. Everything was quiet and fuzzy, and there was someone in front of him talking, but it was quiet and distorted.

He placed his hands on the counter and felt himself slump over slightly, his breaths feeling heavy in his chest, quick and hard. There was a hand on his shoulder and he felt himself flinch away, but it was like he was floating outside of his body, looking down at himself, and all he could see were hazy blurry shapes. It was like he wasn’t ever there.

Then the hand was back and he leaned into it, despite himself, and the thing stuttered slightly, before he felt another one at his elbow, and he was being shuffled forward. “Robin?” He muttered, trying to lift his head up fully, but he felt like falling to the floor and just fucking melting. Why was there always something wrong with him? 

The person said something back, but their hands were rough and their fingers were long and thin, and some parts felt cold and hard against him, so it probably wasn’t Robin. He felt the back of his knees bump into a chair and he sat down blindly, his eyes squeezed shut so that he would stop nearly throwing up from the spinning colors and lights. He nearly fell over sideways, but the hands hauled him back up and into the chair properly, and then there was another set of hands on him, softer and more gripping then the first pair. That was probably Robin. He felt bad for the other person—the poor stranger who had to help him stumble over to his table while he put all of his weight on them and barely moved his feet.

After a few moments of peace, Robin’s hands wrapped around him and his face pressed against her shoulder, her hair in his face. It smelled like the conditioner he used. That’s what he got for leaving it in the shower instead of putting it back in the cabinet.

“You used my shampoo,” He mumbled, trying to push himself away from her, because she really shouldn’t have to be dealing with this on top of feeling shitty about Vickie not showing, but she held him firmly against her chest and scoffed out a laugh, her voice more clear and recognizable since she was practically speaking into his ear. 

“That’s what you’re worried about right now, Dingus?” She muttered, her fingers twisting and tugging anxiously at the hair on the back of his neck, and it was probably ruining the look—since he had spent an hour doing it, even though it wasn’t his date—but it was fine. As long as it stopped her from pinching bruises into her arms, he could deal with having slightly messed up hair—even if that thought made his skin crawl.

It took a while, but eventually the world stopped spinning, and maybe it was Robin’s constant panicked rambling that was helping ground him, as she went on and on about how this wasn’t really that bad compared to the time that a friend from when she was younger passed out at a basketball court and lost her vision and hearing for two weeks, and she still needs glasses and hearing aids even now, and—

“Robin,” He said, pushing himself up and rubbing his eyes, the room finally holding still long enough for him to focus on her face for a moment or two before he closed his eyes again. “I’m okay now. And I’m sorry that happened to Kayla, but I'm okay. It won’t happen to me.”

He hated hearing her talk like that, because that’s how she rambled when she was scared, and it reminded him of those hours sitting alone in the dark and bleeding, asking her to just talk to me to try and stop her from sobbing, because she was going to get dehydrated soon and he didn’t know the next time they were going to get water. Or food. And she did talk—about everything and anything. She told him that her favorite color was yellow, and that she really liked sharks, and that maybe if they ever got out and he still wanted to be friends he could drive her to her favorite aquarium in Indy—because she also confessed that she had never gotten her license—so that she could show him her favorite tank with the stingrays in it.

They hadn’t gone yet, but they had tried a few times. It always ended with one of them freaking out—because they were still kids, and not even grown-ass people are good at dealing with traumatic memories. Okay, they were both 20, but still. That was young. To young to have gone through the shit that they had fucking been through. They both had scars, and neither of them liked to talk about it. Even after two years of being told that they would “heal” over time, the marks were still there, white-hot and dark and dripping blood down their arms and their chests and their legs. 

Sometimes Steve would re-open them, but he didn’t do that very much anymore—not after Robin had found out why he still bled, knew all along but just didn’t know how to ask, and had told him to let her know when he got that bad again.

“—eve? Steven?” Robin was tapping his cheek gently with her fingers. “Did you OD over there?” She was trying to make a joke, but there was concern in her voice.

“I’m…no, no. Just thinking,” He said, laughing lightly, but there was no humor behind it. “I’m alright.”

“You keep saying that, but you’re not. Don’t lie to me,” She whispered, taking his hand in hers and squeezing gently, the lone ring on her middle finger cold against him. Was that what he had felt? But then why did the hands feel so rough? Calloused? Maybe it was all in his head. Everything seemed to be, these days.

“I am. I’m okay, Bobby,” He lies again, looking around once he can finally see everything normally again. His eyes meet Eddie’s over the counter, who looks concerned, but drops the face once he notices Steve looking at him—just giving him a shrug and a blank expression before turning to smile at the young woman at the front of the counter who’s ordering.

Steve doesn’t know why that stings in his chest, but it does—something sharp and aching as he watched Eddie flirt with the girl. So he does that with all of his customers. It wasn’t a special thing. Not that he wanted it to be, of course, he totally doesn’t care about this.

He and Robin just sit there for a while, her fingers tracing lines over his palm as she talks quietly about something that he’s not really comprehending fully. She had told him he should rest for a bit so that he won’t crash the car when they drive home. She still hasn’t gotten her license yet.

After a half-an-hour, Robin was still talking, and Steve wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep, even though it wasn’t really that late in the day yet, but then someone off to his side cleared his throat. Robin shut up and he looked over at—oh. Eddie.

“Hey.” Steve said, his voice breaking slightly from being quiet for so long, but he didn’t really feel embarrassed about it. He had a lot to be embarrassed about right now, really. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were tired and his skin was too pale with the scars on his arms poking out from underneath the sleeves of his shirt.

“Hey,” Eddie whispered back, looking down. “I just…how are you feeling?” He looked hesitant, and his cheeks were flushed.

“Fine,” Steve muttered, words short and clipped—like he was angry, but he wasn’t. “I’m fine. Sorry you had to see that. I’m just—tired.”

“Thanks,” Eddie mutters, almost absentmindedly, and Steve felt himself flinch slightly, because fuck, that was meant to be polite and not an actually fucking apology. Did Eddie really mind that much? Maybe Steve really was just a fucking inconvenience.

Eddie’s head snapped up and his cheeks went even more red. “Shit, I—sorry, sorry. It’s fine. It’s okay, I—you’re pretty light, so it really wasn’t any trouble,” He was rambling now, and as upset as Steve was in the moment, it was kind of adorable (fuck, he really needed to stop thinking shit like that). “Again, I—I tend to not think before I speak, so. Yeah.” His voice got quiet at the end, and he did really look apologetic about it, so Steve straightened up and shrugged, giving him a short, small smile.

“It’s fine, man. Don’t worry about it. I get it.” He glanced over at Robin, confused about the comment on him being light. Robin paused for a moment, and then gave him a confused look back, which he took to mean, why are you looking at me?

Steve sighed and looked back at Eddie. “We should go,” and then shot a pointed look at Robin, who shot him a mocking one back, looking slightly disappointed—for what, he wasn’t sure—and then helped him up. He could walk fine on his own, now, but she still hovered near him as he grabbed her green knit sweater with the little yellow star in the front that she must have taken off earlier.

Robin snatched it back from him and cradled it to her chest. “Don’t touch my stuff.”

Steve only rolled his eyes and said a quick goodbye to Eddie before walking out of the building as fast as he could without tripping or bumping into something. He was fumbling with the car keys when he heard Eddie tell Robin that they were welcome back any time, to which she replied, “Oh, yes, I will be coming back for Ozzy.” Before patting Eddie’s shoulder and following after Steve.

Once they were both in the car, he started it and sighed.

Robin was glaring out the window for the entire ride home, and Steve had no idea why. He turned the music on, and she slapped his hand away, turning it off again.

“Why didn’t you get his number?” She snapped, now glaring at him instead of off into space.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Robs. Just let me focus on driving.” He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his hands shaking slightly as he kept his eyes on the road. “I know you’re upset about Vickie, but you don’t have to take it out on me. We can watch that shark documentary you like when we get home and I’ll make you some tea, okay?”

“Fine,” she mumbled, ducking her head down slightly as she tried to pull her sweater over herself around the seatbelt. He ended up stopping on the side of the road so that she could unbuckle and do it before they kept driving home.

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[thelastwalkingsoul]

Steve’s fascination with makeup started as a kid. Back before his mum became as distant as his dad had always been, she’d allowed him to sit next to her as she did her makeup. He’d watched with wide eyes and asked her what each thing was and what she was doing. She’d explained patiently while expertly applying eyeshadow and lipstick and blush.

She even let Steve try to do her makeup one time. It involved a lot of giggling on Steve’s end and a very messy face of makeup on his mum's. She’d smiled and ruffled his hair, telling him he did a good job.

As Steve grew older, the simple pleasure of watching his mum's makeup routine became less and less frequent. His mum increasingly denied him, though always with gentle words and kind hands. Steve didn't understand. Not until he heard his parents arguing, his dad lowly hissing about Steve becoming the 'right type of man'.

Steve royally fucked up a few weeks later when he was caught by his dad, lipstick in hand, his messy attempt smudged on his face. His dad had grabbed him by the wrist, screaming at him as he dragged Steve into the living room. Steve learnt fast after that.

He doesn’t even think about touching makeup again until he’s dating Nancy. Steve carefully watches her apply her makeup out of the corner of his eye, pretending to not be interested. She never seems to notice him looking, so he continues. He watches through their whole relationship, never saying a word. He’s not sure he could, even if he wanted to.

Steve’s friendship with Robin brings makeup back into his life in an almost all-consuming way. They spend a huge amount of time together, and Steve has ample opportunities to watch Robin do her makeup. In the car when he's driving her to school, as she fixes her makeup before she joins him at work after school, in his bathroom as she leans over the basin. He can't help but watch her in a similar way to when he was with Nancy, with fleeting looks and hidden longing.

Steve's not dumb. He knows that Robin would never give him shit for wanting to watch her routine. They both regard each other as platonic soulmates, and she isn't the kind of person to make fun of Steve for something he's unsure about. But he can't help but continue to hide his fascination and the strange urge he feels to try using the makeup himself.

So Steve's careful. Only allows himself glances and never asks Robin questions, no matter how much he wants to. He remembers small bits of what his mum had told him as a kid, but it's not enough. He wants to know more.

Steve's not careful enough. He knew Robin would catch on eventually. She's observant and smart. Smarter than him. They're lounging around on Steve's couch one night, the TV playing softly in the background, when Robin asks. She says it in that soft yet stilted way when she's broaching a topic that might make Steve uncomfortable. He'd hated that she'd felt the need to do it after their bathroom confessions. He thought they'd established that he wasn't the same asshole he was in high school. Steve had been so close to bringing it up with Robin, but he slowly heard the tone less and less. Robin only uses it now when she knows, somehow, that Steve's uncomfortable.

He kinda hates that she used it now, too aware that it does make him uncomfortable, though he wishes it didn't. Steve swallows hard, pushing down the irrational uncertainty, and, through stutters and quiet words, he tells Robin the truth.

There are more than a few tears and a lot of Robin comforting him, explaining things to him, just like she did when he broke down in her arms about liking guys too. She's his rock in his sea of emotions, and he loves her for it.

The next morning, Robin softly asks if he'd like his makeup done. He nods, probably a little too eagerly, but it makes a smile light up Robin's face, so the tiny amount of embarrassment he feels is more than worth it. He sits still and enjoys the feeling of brushes and Robin's fingers on his face. Just closes his eyes for the whole process and enjoys the warmth sitting in his chest.

When she tells him to open his eyes, Steve goes still. He can't help it. He just looks so...good? Pretty, his mind supplies. Steve just blinks at his reflection, surprised he doesn't hate it. He must be quiet for too long, though, because Robin nudges him, tentatively saying his name.

Steve looks at himself for a moment longer before turning to Robin. He bites his lip, trying and failing to hide the grin growing on his face.

"I love it."

brb gotta go speed write a fic about this now

[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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Prompts for blurbs 

[maxxinsstuff]

Eddie : I want to give Steve thing.. like

Blowjobs and self esteem

Nancy: Thank you Eddie I didn’t need to know that

Robin: yeah you don’t need to share everything with the class

Steve: ah doesn't sound like a bad idea

[unamused-boss]

Boots and Trumpets

Robin Buckley x Hargrove Oc

Warning, Strong topics: homophobia, child abandonment, troubled sibling relationship, child abuse, underage drinking, Homophobic language, strong language

I will not tolerate any negativity in the comments regarding sexuality or religion!

Summary: Amelia is now facing new challenges within Hawkins. One being her having the miss her friend Tina's annual Halloween party. So to counter for what she thought would be a boring night, she stopped by a little birdie's house instead.

I are currently sitting inside your shared ride with Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington. I had the pleasure to have the whole back seat to myself, with my boots propped up onto the window opposite of your head. My baggy washed out jeans hanging from my ankles with my golden colored sweater tucked into my jeans with a brown belt.

“Steve, the more you complain about it and not work on it the more it’s going to suck.” I said to him after hearing him complain about his college essay for the past fifteen minutes.

“It’s not bad Steve, it just needs some rearranging.” Nancy reassured. “You just have to…” Nancy went onto this thing about how he can fix it but I truly did not care. They went onto something else about some dinner that they had to go to. Everything came to a halt when a roar of an engine stopped every word that was about to be exchanged. Both Nancy and Steve stepped out of the car to have a look at the noise while I only peered out of the window. We all saw a charged blue Camaro drive by us and parked. Our eyes still followed to see who owned it. My eyes made contact with the California plate on the back of it.

“What are the odds..” I laughed, I’m kinda happy another Cali kid is here. Maybe I can make a new friend. Two people got out of the car, a dude wearing denim on denim with curly hair styled into a mullet and a twelve year old with red hair with a skateboard. They both looked familiar. But then I saw it, it was the missing earring to my set that I had when I left in California. I thought it fell out when I was packing my bags.

“No fucking way…” I said in shock. ‘Out of every town in this country, you just had to show up here…’

“Shit.”

You gotta be fucking kidding me. Out of every damn state that those asswhips could pick. They pick my state. Indi-fucking-ana. I can’t handle this. I'm gonna throw up. I don’t have the energy to go find a new place to live. I can’t let any of them see me. I can’t live through this. This has to be some sort of nightmare. A really bad nightmare. God I didn’t change my last name either. Everyone is going to know. He’s going to figure it out and I’ll be thrown in front of a flippin bus. What am I going to do?

“Hey!” An all to perky Tina jumped up at me while I was at my locker. “How are you Amy?”

God, here it begins.

“What’s up…” My voice sounds frazzled, get it together. “I’m fine. What do you need?”

“Well as you know by now there is a new hot topic on campus.” Tina grinned.

“Yeahh.” I answered clearly to most with no enthusiasm, but not to Tina. “What does he have to do with me?”

“Well. I was hoping you could hook me up with your cousin!”

“Cousin? No he is not my cousin, we are no were near related.”

“Really?” She seemed not to believe me. “You guys just look really similar, I mean if you never took your sunglasses off I’d think you were him.” She obviously meant it as a joke. I can tell by the light giggle that she gave after making her comment.

“Well we’re not so I can’t help you there.” I stated blankly to her. “Hope you’re able to get in his pants.” I tried to end the conversation there but I was stopped.

“Hey wait!” I turned back to face Tina, who had pulled out an orange slip of paper. “Here you're invited, hope you can make it.” She said before skipping away to her next class. I looked down at the flier to see ‘ Let’s get sheet faced’ printed in bold on it. I laugh a bit at the play on words before folding it and putting it in my pocket. ‘I am skipping school today’ I made my way to the back exit of the school when a light force knocked me a few steps back.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry, that was completely my fault. Please don’t yell at me, I’m just trying to get to chem.” A familiar frantic voice called out to me. Robin Buckley.

“Robin, it’s okay.” I reassured her.

“Are you sure? Cause listen if that scary dude is related to you please don’t send him my way.” She begged. 

I huffed. “I’m not related to him, Robin, don’t worry. I’m playing hooky, I’ll catch ya later… hopefully?” I say. I start walking past her to the free world from Hawkins High School

“Yeah, to-totally.” The faint voice of Robin can be heard from the closing doors.

…

Halloween Night: Friday 31, 1984

“Listen Tina, I can’t make it.” I told the bummed girl over that phone. “I’m sorry, I’ll come to the next party you throw.” I reassured her.

“But why are you flaking out on the Halloween bash! You never miss this specific party in the few years that I have known you.” That is true. Once you went to Tina’s annual halloween party you’ve never missed it. But that is changing this year. Being that your twin brother and step sister now live here, there is going to be a lot more flaking then just at the halloween party.

“Tina I told you, I’m taking Will trick or treating with his friends tonight.” You told her once again. “We can do a sleepover some time next week… okay.” 

“Okay.” I heard her sigh, “I see ya around.”

“See ya later Tina.” I hung up the yellow landline. I walk over to the livingroom to see Will fixing his ghostbusters costume.

“I still can’t believe no one else dressed up this year.” Will said sadly, “Everyone dressed up last year.”

“It’s okay Will, they just think they're too cool to dress up.” I reassured the small kid. In the back you can hear Bob explaining to Johnathan how the camera works when Joyce came behind Will with his, whatever it is, backpack for his costume.

“Listen, stay close to your brother and Amy, and you get a bad feeling just tell them so you can come straight home.” Joyce told him. “You promise.” Will gave her a thumbs up. “Okay.”

“You ready to rock and roll, Will the wise.” I smiled down at him.

“Be safe.” Joyce shouted out to us, mainly to Will. We all got into the car. Jonathan driving, Will in the passenger seat, and with me in the back. We start to make our way over to Mike’s neighborhood. 

“I just don’t get what she sees in him.” Jonathan says all of a sudden.

“What?” Will answered in utter confusion.

“Bob.”

“At least he doesn’t treat me differently.” Will said. “I can’t even go trick or treating by myself. It’s lame.”

“What, you think me and Johnathan are lame?” I said, trying to lighten his mood. 

“No, but it’s not like Nancy is coming to watch over Mike. You know?” Jonathan just sighs. He looks at me from the mirror. I give him the same look. We both feel bad for the kid, but what are we gonna do? I don’t want anything to happen to Will. Sooner than later we are at Mike’s front yard. Will makes his way to get out till Johnathan stops him.

“Hey.” Jonathan says to Will.

“Yeah.” He answers.

“If I let you go by yourself, will you promise to stay in the neighborhood.” Johnathan suggested. 

“Yeah.” Will’s mood brightened up. “Yeah-Yeah, totally.”

“And be back at Mike’s by 9:00.” Jonathan told him.

“9:30?” Will tried to persuade him. “9:00.” Jonathan said again.”Deal?” “Yeah deal.” Will rushes out of the car to go to his friends.

“Will.” Jonathan stops him from leaving the car to hand him the camera. “Don’t let any of your spazzy friends touch this.” Will laughed and took the camera to go over to his friends. 

“You’re a good brother John.” I smiled at him. “I’ll see ya later.” As is tried to get out of the car but Jonathan stopped me.

“Wait where are you going?” 

“I don't know, I’ll probably walk around the neighborhood.” I said. “I got a friend down that street.”

“You’re really not going to Tina’s party?” He was bewildered by this. 

“Yeah John, I’m really not going.”

“But you love Tina’s parties.” He simply stated.

“Well I’m not feeling it this year.” I told him.

“Bullshit.” He called. “Why aren’t you going?”

“I just don’t want to go.” I’m sticking to this. “I have someone I can hang out with, plus I’ll be close to Will if something happens.” John and I just stare at each other for a minute.

“Okay.” He sighed. “But if Nancy gets upset that you’re not there, I’m not taking the heat.”

“Okay.” I smiled at him as I got out of the car. I walked my way over to where the boys were messing around as John left for Tina's party. “Okay turd-nuggets.” I begin.

“Really, what are you twelve?” Mike sassed. 

“And are you a lollipop with that stick up your ass?” I sassed back to him, I start back up were I was interrupted. “I will be down that street with a friend, I will be back her at 8:45 to make sure you guys are fine. Okay?”

A chorus of “Okay’s” filled the air.

“Great! See you shit-heads later.” I walk off a familiar bird’s house. I walk up the stairs to the front door and give it a quick knock. I wait until the door opens. 

“Amelia?” Robin says confused. “What are you doing here?”

“ I was hoping we could hang out for a bit.” I suggested. “Is that okay?”

“Oh! It’s completely fine!” She exclaimed, “I just thought you'd be at some party.”

“I didn’t feel like partying tonight, ya know.” I made my way into her house.

…

Tina’s Halloween Party: Friday 31, 1984

The party was in full swing. TP covering the lights of every room. Alcohol filling the mouths and noses of every teenager on the property. Music blasting as loud as physically possible. Someone throwing up in the front yard. The smell of weed coming from the master bedroom with each new blunt that was lit. The sound of a name being chanted in the backyard. A keg stand can be seen with an all too familiar blonde on top, like always. 

“Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!” Is chanting through the crowd as the new keg king came down from his stand. Spitting out that remaining beer from his mouth.

“That’s how you do it Hawkins! That’s how you do it!” Billy yelled. The statement “We have a new keg king, ladies and gentleman!” Being shouted along as Billy made his way into the house. His senses are filled with the atmosphere of the room. Till he sees a certain fallen king with his princess. 

“Got ourselves a new keg king Harrington.” Tommy boasted.

“Yeah, eat it Harrington!”  Steve looked onto the, now new, keg king. Waiting for something to happen.

“What’s wrong Harrington? Your little dyke is not here to save you.” Tommy fake whined to him. As a way to taunt him. Tommy was about to keep laughing when he felt beer splash over his shoulder. “What the? What the hell Tina?!”

“Don’t call her that!” Tina shouted at him “If she was here she’d leave you crying.”, too drunk to keep dealing with him but still wanting to defend her friend. Nancy, now done with the testerone in front of her, quickly left to get something stronger to drink. Tommy is now pissed that he is covered in pungent drink. 

“Go worry about yourself before you come at me guys.” Was all Steve said then walking away from the other teenage boys. Staring off at the brunette as he went after his girlfriend.

Billy turned himself around to face Tommy. “How were you talking about that got Tina mad?” He asked, genuinely curious about the lesbian that was not present tonight at the party of the semester.

“Oh. Just some lesbo that hangs with Harrington.” Tommy retorted, making it seem like she isn’t worth Billy’s time. “She can be a fucking asshole.”

…

Laughter filled the Buckley house this Halloween. The two girls conversed with one another for the past few hours. Being comfortable with one another knowing how the other truly is.

“Wait.” Robin kept laughing. “You got caught kissing Heather Halloway from her bedroom window then proceeded to fall from the second story?!”

“Yeaah, I’m not welcomed over at the Holloway house any more.” I giggled.  

“Jeez, you’ve done more than I thought.” Robin smiled. “I’m still scared to change in the girls locker room.”

“Hey I’m the town lesbo.” I calmly giggled. 

We fell into comfortable silence, “Hey, I wanna ask you something?” Robin asked.

“Sure.” I said, waiting for her question.

“What was California like?” I sat silent for a second. Due to my silence Robin thought she had hit a nerve. “If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to!”

“It’s okay, I just haven't talked with anyone about California.” I reassured her. “ It was like a constant sunset everyday…” I started.

“The weather was always perfect. And the beaches, oh my god the beaches. They were always clear. I lived in Santa Monica, very touristy but beautiful.” I was happy I could finally talk about my home again. “Ugh that sand was so soft under your toes when you walked. And there was this boardwalk that my mom took me and my brother to all that time-” 

“You have a brother?” Robin asked curiously.I stopped. ‘No I messed up’.

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“Do- Do you miss him?” Robin asked.

“Everyday… but I hope he’s living the California dream as you guys would say.” I covered my truth with a lie. Not wanting her to know that my brother is here in Hawkins. 

“Well from how to describe California, it sounds beautiful.” She reassured me.

I stared back at her with a smile. “Thanks Robin.” Silence filled the room again. Comfortable silence. I liked being around Robin, even with her nervous attitude, she was truly one of a kind. I was about to say something when I glanced at the clock of the wall to find it was close to the time I told the boys I would meet them.

“I gotta go.” I sighed disappointedly, “But I’d love to spend more time together.” I am hoping her answer is a yes.

“Yeah, I would love that! Well not like love-love, but do love being around you. Not in like a couple ways cause that would be weird since we’re just friends. Yaaa know.” She panicked.

“I know Rob.” I smirked, “I’ll see you at school later.” 

As we said our goodbyes, I made my way down the street to see the boys. I saw the familiar ghostbuster’s suits from where I was. I could tell that they picked someone up along the way to go trick or treating with. ‘How cute, they made a new friend’. There were two stragglers in the back of the group, by the hair cuts I could tell that it was Mike and Will. I did a small jog over to them.

“Hey shit-heads!” I yelled to them, all their heads slowly turning to me as I made my way over to them. “Did you guys get anything good?”

“What Amy, why are you here?” Mike complained.

“Cause it is close to 9:00 and I want to check on you guys, is that so bad?”

“Yes.” He answered.

“Okay you know what, you're a little shit.” I said to him, “Besides who’s your new?... friend…”

Fuck.

It appears that we have the same looks on our faces. I stared at Max. She stared back at me.

“Shit…” I accidently said out loud.

“Do you know Max, Amy?” Lucas asked me.

I took a deep breath in. “No.” I said simply. “Listen, hit up a few more houses, I’ll come get you in a minute.”

“Where are you-” Dustin started.

“I need a minute guys!” I shouted at them, walking over to Mike’s front yard. Dammit, why. Why! The last person I want to see is with the kids I watch. Shit. This is bad. She can’t tell Niel. No, she can’t tell Billy. Would they even believe her if she told them? Shit, what do I do? I was taken out of my head when a very upset Mike walked by me. I was about to ask him if he was okay when I heard a commotion in the street. I look over to see Will being picked on by some older boys.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing!” I shout at them as I run over to them. “Get back here you fuck heads!” They ran away the minute I had my eyes set on them. Will was pushed to the ground, dropping his candy and camera. I kneel down to him, “Hey Will, are you okay?” I calmly asked him. “Did they hurt you?” I kept asking. Will was not responding what so ever. He just kept looking up at the sky, like something was looking at him. “Will?... Will!” He started to get up slowly, still not answering me. He started to move slowly. Till he ran straight to the back of Mike’s house. “Will!” I shouted after him, grabbing his candy and camera. The other apparently heard me since I heard multiple pairs of feet behind me. I made my way down some brick stairs to find Mike with Will hiding behind a wall.

“Will! I couldn’t find you.” Mike panicked with worry. “I heard Amy shouting then I couldn’t find you, are you hurt?” Due to Will’s heavy breathing I could tell what was up.

“Holy shit!” Dustin yelled. 

I kneeled down to his level looking him in the eyes. “Did you have another episode Will?” He was still looking around like a scared cat. “I’m gonna get you home, okay buddy.”  Mike made his way to help Will up. When others tried to help he called them off. Blocking off the rest of us to take Will with him.

“Mike?” Dustin tried.

“Keep trick or treating, I’m bored anyways.” He started taking Will with him.

“What’s wrong with him?” Max asked, looking to us for an answer. The boys and I were silent, nothing to say.

“It’s something you don’t have to worry about.” I told her. “Dustin, Lucas go up there for a minute. I need to talk with her.”

“What! Why?” They both started to complain.

“I don’t want to hear it. Go!” I hardly ever get stern with them, but when I do I hope they know I mean what I say. They both, begrudgingly, made their way up the stairs. I turn myself back to Max.

“Max.”

“Amelia.”

“I go by Amy now…” Well this is awkward.

“What did you want?” She asked me, quit literally over me already.

“You can’t tell Billy I’m here or anyone.” I told her.

“What? Why not?” She was baffled. “Do you not know how much Billy misses you?”

“No Max I don’t, because I’ve been here for the past 4 years.” I stated. “Just please don’t tell him, and don’t tell anyone that we’re related. Got that.”

“Yes.”

“Good. As far as me and you go, we just met. Okay?”

“Okay.” She said a bit quietly. “Now let’s get you back up there with your friends so you can enjoy the rest of the night.” I take her back up to Dustin and Lucas. And since Johnathan isn’t here by 9:00, looks like I’m stuck here.

Jeez, the next month is gonna be a shit show. Max knows I’m here now. Johnathan is nowhere in sight. On top of that my twin brother is here too. Hopefully this can’t get any worse than it already is.

Man. I was so wrong about that…

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There is nothing like staying at home, for real comfort 🌷- pick a character or a few and come up with a prompt and I’ll write a fluff blurb <3

hi hi can u do robin buckley and her asking u to go out with her (which u assume is just as friends) but then she confesses to u on the date and it's just super cute

this is so awkward why cant i phrase things normally

Eeeeeeee thank you, I love you, this has been sitting in my docs for forever but you're finally back so it can finally see the light of day!!!

a/n: ummm to many princess bride references but I love it more than anything soooooo i'll reference it til I die <3 wc:2.4k Also, like, hardly proofread :( but I hope you like it <3 (you're an amazing friend and everyday I'm so grateful for you sara)

“Steve,” Robin rushed behind the counter and kept her back to the edge, a poor attempt to not be recognized. “Steve, Steve, Steve, please, I beg, I can’t do it. You have to help me. When do I ask you for anything?”

“Literally every day.”

“Steve, please, literally I am asking you to help the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and you’re saying no.”

“I still don’t understand why you can’t talk to her.”

“Why can’t I talk to her?!” She looked around frantically trying to find you, making sure you weren’t close enough to hear her panicking. “Jesus Christ! Have you met me?! I’m a disaster. Last time I talked to her, I couldn’t stop!”

“I remember, Keith got all bent out of shape cus you left a line of 3 people.”

“Heh, yeah,” she agreed with a sarcastic laugh. “Also, I was saying so many things even I couldn’t keep up. It was horrible. It was so bad, I—” Steve turned her around by the shoulder and you smiled at her and held up the VHS in your hands. She finished the other half of the rotation and stopped Steve from running off to the back. “You cannot leave me alone, please, I beg of you,” she mouthed.

He twirled his finger around in the air, meaning ‘turn around,’ and pushed the swinging door open with his back, mouthing “Do it”. Leaving Robin to her own devices indefinitely.

“Hi, um, just this.” You put The Princess Bride on the counter. The 5th time you’ve rented it in 6 months (which she definitely knows from the records on your account and definitely not because she’s been keeping a mental note of everything you like. That’d be ridiculous).

“You really like this one.”

Your eyebrows kind of twitched in a way that made her regret so much as breathing wrong around you, but it vanished before she got the chance to grovel for forgiveness. “Yeah, uh, I really like it.”

She doesn’t even need to ask for your phone number anymore. It’s been on constant repeat in her mind since last Saturday and every Saturday before that. “And your phone number?” But she thought it’d be weird, too forward for you to know she knew it by heart.

“You don’t know it by now?” You raised an eyebrow and she gave you a half smile. She typed it in faster than you could watch her fingers to make sure she got it right, and the lack of hesitation did not go unnoticed by you. She really knew it.

“Uh, did you know…while they were filming, Andre the Giant needed an ATV to get around set since it was like, up on a big hill?” She asked while you counted out the change. She didn’t even want exact change. She’d put up with it. She’d make 97 cents for you, even though they’re fresh out of dimes.

“I did know that. Did you know Cary Elwes broke his toe on said ATV?”

“I did not. How’d he manage that?”

“His foot got caught on the petal and I guess it was enough to break his toe.”

“Oh wow.”

“Sorry, it’s uh, a little over.” Your fingers brushed her palm as you handed her the coins.

“Thank you,” she whispered and you felt the chill of her hand, but you wanted nothing more than to warm them in yours and never let go. She never counted change so fast, just to get to give it to you faster; for your fingertips to brush again. “Um, heh–“ she cut herself off for fear of further embarrassment.

“Sorry?”

“What?”

“You were saying something.”

“Yeah, it was dumb. I don’t–“

“It’s not dumb.”

“Yeah?”

“Now I’m curious so you kind of have to tell me now.”

“I suppose I do then. Do you want–” she huffed and started over. “Are you doing anything Thursday night?”

“I’m working til 6, but I’m free after that.”

“Yeah, at the- the arcade.”

“The arcade, yes. But what were you thinking?”

“Hm?”

“You asked if I was busy, was that just out of curiosity or did you want to go out?”

“Go out?”

“Is that a question?”

Robin just then noticed how close both of you were leaning on the counter. “Um, heh,” she cleared her throat with an awkward laugh. “They're having a special showing, at the drive in, just a town over, and uh, I was wondering if you–If you’d wanna go with me?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t have a car, my brother has it that day.”

“I don’t either.”

“My brother usually picks me up, we get off work at the same time so he could just drive me over to yours and we can figure out something else?”

“If you really want to go, we should go. I really want to take you.” You both smiled brighter than the sun at that. But then Robin had to go and have the worst idea of her life. Worse than following a middle schooler into a secret Russian bunker. “Maybe, uh, Steve could drive us?” She definitely saw the way both corners of your mouth dropped, but you were quick to pick them back up.

“Yeah, yeah. That’s uh, that’d be great. Pick me up at 6:15, yeah? Give me a chance to get ready and then we’ll go?” Robin nodded, mortified, dying on the inside, how could she be such an idiot. You spoke while walking backwards towards the door, “Great, you have my number. Give me a call if anything changes.” You never speed walked to the car. You didn’t even have the chance to turn the key in before you were throwing your head back against the rest. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” then you realized you walked out empty handed. No tape in sight. “Goddamn it.” You were not going back in there.

***

“Oooohhh, is somebody ready for their big date?” Cecelia, your coworker, walked into the bathroom where you were checking your eyeliner in the mirror.

“It’s not a date.”

“The drive in with Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington? Sounds like a date to me.”

“He’s just dropping us off.” You so, so, so carefully fixed a flake of mascara without messing up the rest of the look.

“Oh, so you’re going with someone else?” Cecelia leaned her back against the small cabinet diagonal from the 2 stalls. “Tell me everything.”

“You know the girl he works with, Robin?” She cocked her head. “Buckley?” Still nothing. “Dirty blonde, in the marching band, plays the trumpet, took AP Spanish freshman year? It was a whole thing.”

“Oh her. Yes, yes, I know her…You’re going on a date with her?”

“Well, I was kinda hoping yeah, but now she’s having Steve drive us ‘cause neither of us have a car, so now I just don’t know.”

“But you want it to be a date?” She stepped up to you and licked her thumb to fix your lipstick.

“Yeah.”

“Then kick him out. Make him fetch you guys some drinks, some popcorn. Tell him to see how many numbers he can get before the Fire Swamp.”

“They’re like a bonded pair! I can’t just separate them like that.”

“You can and you must.” And then she checked her watch. “Better watch it, Sappho. You’re cuttin it close. All that yearning is gonna make you late.”

“Fuuuuckkk.” You groaned then practically ran out the door.

Right out the door and right into Robin.

“Hi,” you smiled regardless of the disappointment in the lack of romantic undertones. You smiled big, and so did she, like your faces didn’t know how to do anything else when you looked at each other.

“Hi, how– how are you? I didn’t mean to scare you, they told me you’d be back here and I didn’t want to seem like a jerk and wait in the car for you to come out because that’d be– that’d be pretty, really shitty. And… yeah, how are you?” You were surprised she didn’t run out of breath, she hasn’t run herself out like that to you in a while. She hasn’t been nervous around you like that in a while.

“I’m good, better now that you’re here. How are you?”

“Good, really good. It starts at 7 but we should get going now if you want a good spot.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.”

“Perfect…I, uh, I hope you don’t mind, Steve brought Max and El, the boys had a campaign and they were all bored.”

Everything she says makes this less and less of a date. Whatever, doesn’t matter, you’ll take her in whatever way you can get her.

“No, that's ok. They’re cool.”

“The coolest.” She offered you her arm which you gladly took.

You’d known each other for months, why did it feel like you didn’t know what to do with each other.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” Steve asked when he got out to open the back door for both of you.

“Good, pretty good. I’m excited for tonight.”

“Good. I should warn you, me and the kids–” “We’re not kids.” “ –will probably be taking off early, Max wants to go look at some supernatural museum she found nearby, but we’ll definitely be back to pick you guys up. It’s a pretty short walk.”

“We have to walk there?!” Max asked with enough attitude to rival Mike’s. Steve gave her a look paired with a sharp nod trying to get her into the front seat. Trying his hardest to be a good wingman.

She shook her head and mouthed fine, then El took the middle seat and Max did the same head nod with her to get her to one side. Robin slid in first to take the middle and you got the seat next to her.

It was a fun ride, Steve and the girls were at their funniest, doing their best to paint Robin in only the most complimenting light. You got the perfect spot. Not too close to the front or back, the perfect distance to see the whole screen but not have it in your face and the concession stand was far enough that it was a walk but there’d be none of it’s traffic buzzing around you.

Somehow, Robin convinced you to stay behind and fix the radio to the right frequency while Steve took her to get a pep talk drinks and popcorn before he left.

“You’re gonna be fine. You were great in the car.”

“Steve, no, listen to me, I cannot do this alone. You cannot leave me.”

“Robin, listen to me. Ok? The whole time in the car she was smiling, she’s having a great time. She really likes you. You feel that electricity?”

“What?”

“The electricity? Between you guys, it’s like off the charts. You got this, man. You’re fine.” He put a hand on her shoulder and El handed her the massive popcorn from one side and Max gave her the extra large slushy with two straws from the other. Then they both gave her big smiles and two thumbs up.

“You got this,” El said and Max gave her another pat on the shoulder and off she went.

You had just got the radio right when you saw her coming down the row of cars. Clearly, her hands were overfull so just as she came up to the car you opened the door and oh fuck.

In a flash of blue, slushie was all over. All over Robin, that is. “Oh thank god none of it got in the car.” She gasped, though her lips were on their way to turning just as blue.

“Robin, no, what about you?!” The urgency was enough to pull you over the center console rather than out the door and around the front to brush off the few pieces that clumped together. “Are you ok?! I don’t care about the car. I’m so sorry, my depth perception has been so messed up from staring at the computer all day, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was– I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works,” she mumbled.

“Come on, let’s go change.” You started pulling her in the direction of the bathrooms.

“Into what, I’m soaked.”

“Yeah and if you don’t get into something dry; like my sweatshirt that I promise you I don’t need before you try and tell me I’ll be cold; you’ll freeze.”

“I really don’t– You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I do. Come on.”

You took her into the family one, the big clean one right in the center of all the rest. “Here.” You pulled off the big, fluffy, crew neck and she thought she’d drop dead when she caught sight of the way your shirt rose up the slightest bit. You held it out to her and it took her a second to remember that she wasn’t dreaming.

“Thank you,” and leave it to Robin Buckley to say the dumbest joke at the worst moment. Just as she was about to pull her soaked shirt over her head, “Wow, and here I was thinking we’d get to at least a third date before you got me in such a compromising position.” She said with an unforced laugh at the end with her head still deep inside her sweatshirt so she didn’t see the feature film that was your face trying to figure out what she meant.

“This is a date?”

Really catching her off guard while she’s pulling a soaked bra, now probably stained blue, out of the sleeve.

“Uh, did you– I just– I thought–” She tried to go for the door but you caught her eye.

“I want it to be.”

“You do?”

“I’ve been tearing myself up all week ‘cause I wasn’t sure. But I really wanted it to be. So,, is it?”

She nodded fervently, “Yes, yeah, absolutely.”

“Good, so uh, do you maybe wanna go get some hot chocolates instead and we can take that blanket Steve was trying to be sneaky about and cuddle in the back seat?”

“As you wish.”

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stars and sand and leaves, pt I

also on ao3 // part II // part III

Nancy never knew women were an option.

It's always been boys, always been men, even when her eyes lingered on Phoebe Cates while watching Fast Times.

It was never a possibility, being with a woman. It never even occurred to her that she would want to be with a woman.

But Robin fucking Buckley is meandering around her bedroom while Nancy rummages through her closet, humming to herself, and Nancy can’t stop smiling.

Steve is outside in the hallway, probably still sulking, but Nancy can’t bring herself to care.

“God, Nance,” Robin groans as she takes the clothes from her. “I’m gonna look ridiculous.”

“Watch it,” Nancy says. “These are my clothes.”

“Yes,” Robin says, looking at her with wide eyes. (God, her eyes. Nancy could daydream about them. Whole universes behind them.) “And I’m sure you look beautiful in them. But I’m not a blouse and skirts kind of girl.”

Nancy rolls her eyes, turning away so Robin can’t see her face flush with colour.

“You are today. Get changed so I can do your hair.”

Robin groans again.

Nancy kneels on the ground, pushing aside some fallen clothes that she hasn’t worn in ages to find her shoes. There are two pairs of sneakers, mud-stained and faded, and next to them is a pair of church heels.

Nancy grabs them and stands, turning and opening her mouth to ask Robin what size shoe she wears, but her voice dies in her throat when her eyes find Robin. She’s facing away from Nancy, her back and legs bare, bending over to tug her pants off from where they’re caught on her ankles. Her underwear is blue.

Nancy exhales sharply and turns away, her heart pounding, and she squeezes her eyes shut, taking a slow breath.

“Uh, hey, Nance?”

“Yeah,” she says, looking back at Robin before she can actually think, and Robin is facing her now, an arm across her chest to cover herself, and Robin’s cheeks are red, and Nancy must be matching her because she can hear her own blood rushing.

“I don’t… have a bra.”

Nancy’s chest tightens, and her eyes glance down at Robin’s forearm that’s squishing her breasts against herself without her permission.

“Uhm.”

Her breath catches in her throat. Robin’s skin is almost gold in the sunlight from the window, spotted with freckles and acne and bruises, and Nancy feels fucking sick.

“I might— I might have one that’ll fit you,” she stammers out weakly, turning away and squeezing her eyes shut before she drops the shoes and reaches into her closet again. "Here," she says when she finds one that's a bit small for her, and she holds it out to Robin, who looks at it distastefully, her nose wrinkled a little bit. It's pink, and the tops of the cups have some delicate lace, and there's a bow between the cups, but it should fit her. Nancy shakes it at her.

"Are there wires in it?" Robin asks almost nervously. Nancy glances at it.

"No, it's just fabric."

Robin hesitates, then releases her chest to reach for it, and Nancy thinks maybe they won't have to fight to save the world because it's already ending right now. She looks away sharply as Robin takes the bra, and Robin bursts with a, "Shit, I'm sorry--"

"No, it's, uhm. It's fine. What size-- What size shoes do you wear?"

"Uh, nine." Robin turns around again, struggling to put the bra on, and Nancy lets herself watch Robin's back, the muscles beneath her skin shifting, her arms reaching. She looks so... soft. And Nancy suppresses the urge to touch her. Her back. Her waist. (Her waist. Nancy could cry.) Her chest. Her legs and arms and her hands and her belly and her face and

"Okay," Nancy says lightly, ignoring the way her brain is yelling at her. "You'll need to wear my mom's shoes, I'll get them when we're ready to go."

"God, I'm gonna wear mom shoes."

Nancy laughs in spite of herself.

"It's not the end of the world."

"It could be," Robin argues, her fingers reaching to untwist the clasp of the bra, but she can't reach it. "I might get overwhelmed from the way this is pinching my boobs and I might cry and I am an ugly crier, you have no idea, and then I might give us away because academics don't cry because of bras, and then they're gonna catch onto us and we're not gonna get any information and we won't be able to save the world, and it's all gonna end just because I'm a pussy that can't handle wearing a bra even though it's normal for girls my age to wear them, and-- Jesus fuck, I can't untwist it, oh my god--"

"Can I help?" Nancy asks even though she might be dying because Robin's voice saying pussy is rattling around in her fucking skull, and Robin lets out a, "Yes, please."

Nancy steps up behind her, her eyes tracing the line of her spine, and she reaches with trembling hands to untwist the clasp. Her fingertips brush Robin's skin, and Robin stiffens, her back straightening. Nancy can hear her breath catch, and she realises she's holding her breath as she carefully smooths the straps of the bra, moving them from where they're resting on the edges of Robin's shoulders so they're fitting properly.

"Thanks," Robin says after a moment, and Nancy blinks, realising she's just touching her now, not even the bra straps, just brushing her fingers over her shoulders.

"You have so many freckles," Nancy says absently, unmoving. Robin's head turns a little bit like she's hesitant to look at Nancy.

"Yeah, my mom used to say it looks like I've been playing in mud." Her voice is light, careless, but Nancy's nose wrinkles, and she blinks, snapping out of her trance.

"God, your mom sucks."

Robin giggles.

"Yeah."

"That's so rude. Jesus." She reaches up to touch Robin's shoulder again, brushing over the freckles. They look warm. They look carefully painted, delicate and intentional, and Nancy feels like she's stargazing. (If God is real, He took his time making Robin Buckley.)

"You don't think they look like mud?"

"God, no," Nancy says, her voice too soft. "They’re beautiful, Robin."

"...Oh."

Nancy's face burns. Too honest.

"Uhm. Sorry. You're good now."

She turns away and goes back to her closet, stepping inside and resting her face on a shelf as she listens to Robin get dressed, to the rustling of the fabric and to Robin's quiet muttering.

Nancy finds the box of hair ties and hair clips that's under a fallen blouse, and she turns around when Robin says, "Okay, uhm..."

The blouse is unbuttoned, but it's tucked into the skirt properly, and Nancy pauses, looking Robin up and down. The colours look nice on her, but she's so visibly uncomfortable that it makes Nancy's stomach twist.

"Do you want me to button it for you?"

"Uhm. Yeah."

Nancy nods, taking a breath and setting the box down, stepping closer. Robin puts her hands behind her back, looking at the floor, and Nancy can feel her breath on her face as she carefully reaches to do the first button.

The ruffles around the neck make the fabric heavy, and it falls open even as Nancy does up the second button, exposing Robin's collarbones and the tops of her breasts, and even those are covered in scattered freckles, and Nancy wants to fucking kiss them, to connect the freckles like constellations with her lips--

She bites her bottom lip hard enough that it hurts, trying to stay focused even though she feels almost lightheaded. The air feels tight between them, and Nancy wonders if Robin feels it too.

"Uhm, I have to do your hair," she says softly, trying to keep her voice steady.

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing, it's just... not professional."

She glances up at Robin's face, suppressing a smile at her visible confusion.

"It looks nice on you," Nancy says as she buttons the blouse. (It does. Always perfectly messy and tousled, and Nancy wants to tousle it more, and she really needs her brain to shut the hell up.) "But you're not you today, you're... an academic."

"...Right."

Nancy looks at her again, reaching for the next button. She's looking at the floor again, looking so sad Nancy wants to hug her.

"That... That came out mean," Nancy says anxiously. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to--"

"It's fine, Nance," Robin says softly, smiling now, her eyes shining. "I know what you mean."

Nancy exhales, looking away from her eyes to finish the blouse, tying the small ribbon into a bow deftly, and she pauses when she's done, staring at the bow and the pearly buttons and the way the soft shade of pink looks against Robin's skin. Robin waits.

"You're really smart, Robin," Nancy says finally, looking into her eyes. Robin blinks in surprise, and her cheeks flush pink, a shade or two darker than the blouse. Her lips twitch into a hesitant smile.

"Thanks."

Robin sits on the edge of Nancy's bed while Nancy rummages through the box of hair accessories. She's petting one of the blankets when Nancy approaches her, looking around the room curiously even though Nancy is pretty sure she knows the room better than Nancy herself at this point, and her eyes shine at Nancy when she steps in front of her.

Nancy's never done anyone's hair except her own and Holly's, but she does her best.

Neither of them says anything while Nancy does her hair, carefully moving the waves of her hair (which is wildly soft in Nancy's opinion; it's honestly unfair. Nancy doesn't want to stop touching it.) and spraying it with spritzes of hairspray to keep them in place. Robin is staring at her the whole time, eyes wide and unblinking like she's studying Nancy's face, and Nancy wills her face not to flush with heat every time their eyes meet.

Nancy is careful not to stab Robin's head with the clip as she pushes it into Robin's hair and presses it down until it clicks.

"There," she says. "Uhm. Are you cool with makeup?"

"Yeah," Robin says, her voice light and soft, and Nancy doesn't think she's ever heard her so quiet. She hesitates, but Robin is almost smiling, her eyes shining.

Nancy does her makeup. She's more careful than she thinks she's ever been in her life, gingerly brushing the blush over Robin's cheeks, moving closer and holding Robin's chin to keep her steady so she brushes eyeshadow over her eyelids and mascara on her lashes, and Nancy pauses as she holds her face, looking at her. She looks like she could be sleeping, face relaxed, eyes closed, and Nancy wants to kiss her.

Nancy wants to slap herself. Because she has a fucking boyfriend, and Robin might not even like girls, and Jesus fucking Christ, what horrible timing to be having a sexuality crisis. All because of Robin Buckley's pretty skin and freckles and because Nancy saw her tits and they won't stop flashing in her mind, and because she keeps hearing Robin's raspy voice say pussy, and Nancy feels like a fucking teenage boy. This is ridiculous.

Nancy goes to get her mom's shoes after she finishes with Robin's makeup, and while she's gone she smacks her head on the wall in her mom's closet a few times, eyes closed, resigned. Robin is still sitting on the bed when she gets back, kicking her feet and looking around again.

She still doesn't say anything, even when Nancy kneels on the ground to help her put the heels on, carefully buckling them and trying not to let her hands shake as Robin hikes the end of the skirt up so it's out of Nancy's way, exposing her ankles and bruised shins. (Nancy wants to kiss the bruises better. She tells herself the shut up.)

Steve is downstairs at the table with Holly when they go downstairs, talking with her quietly as she colours in a colouring book, and when he looks up at Nancy and Robin, his eyes widen.

"Holy shit."

"Steve," Nancy snaps as Holly giggles, and Steve lets out a quick, "Sorry," and then he looks at Holly firmly.

"Don't say that." He looks up at Robin again. She's fidgeting with the collar of the blouse, pulling it away. "You look..."

"Shut up."

"I was gonna say you look good!"

"No, you were not, do not even try to lie to me, Steven, I look ridiculous and you know it."

Nancy lingers in the kitchen as they head outside to Seve's car, bickering like siblings, and Nancy sighs heavily.

"What's wrong?" Holly asks without looking up from her colouring book.

"Nothing, Hol, just tired."

"Why does she think she looks silly?"

"Uh..." Nancy sighs again, leaning against the table next to Holly and watching her colour over her shoulder. She's holding a marker with a vice grip, but she's still managing to colour mostly in the lines. "She doesn't usually wear stuff like that. She dresses really differently from me. So now she's wearing my clothes and she thinks she looks weird in them."

"Why is she wearing your clothes?" Holly asks, looking up at Nancy, who makes a silly face, widening her eyes and leaning down to brush their noses together before she whispers dramatically, "We're going undercover." Holly giggles, her eyes crossed, and Nancy smiles, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I think she looks pretty," Holly says, going back to her colouring book.

"I'll tell her."

She comes up behind Holly and hugs her tightly, leaning down to squish her cheek against the top of her head and sighing. Holly lets her. She always lets her.

"I love you," Nancy says after a moment. "You know that?"

"I know," Holly says lightly. "You tell me a lot."

"More than all the stars," Nancy starts dramatically, swaying with Holly in her arms as Holly pauses her colouring.

"And sand and leaves," Holly finishes for her, giggling.

"And don't you forget it," Nancy says, kissing her head again before she steps back and grabs her purse. "Give Mommy a kiss for me."

"Okay."

Steve and Robin are waiting outside the car when she gets outside. Robin is leaning against the car, wincing as her feet shift in the heels.

"Holly said you look pretty, by the way," Nancy says as they're getting in the car, and she watches Robin's face light up.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Robin smiles brightly, happily, and Steve shoots her a look.

"So you'll believe a five-year-old, but you won't believe me?"

"Correct."

Nancy's thing for Robin spins out of control into a full-blown crush while at the prison. Because Robin gets it. She gets Nancy. She knows what it's all like, and because she's so stupidly brave it makes Nancy feel like her body's on backwards. She makes everything on the fly, complaining about her bra and her blouse and getting them exactly what they need in a way that Nancy would never have thought of.

Nancy pushes the crush down, hides it away, locks it up inside her chest to be dealt with later. She focuses on her priorities. On saving the world, saving her friends and her family, and then she can deal with... this.

She can't forget it, though. It's still there. Lingering in her mind, nudging at her every time she looks at Robin, whispering every time she hears Robin's voice. But Nancy ignores it.

-------

The world is saved.

They're all fine, save for some scrapes and bruises and a broken arm or two.

Robin hugged her when it was okay. Nancy thought the world was ending again.

It's been two weeks. Nancy doesn't know what to do with herself, no just about the think with Robin, but just in general. She broke up with Jonathan soon after he got back to Hawkins. She expected it to be this big thing, expected tears and broken voices and shaking hands, but when she said it, "I think we should break up," Jonathan just sighed and said, "Yeah. Probably."

He hugged her when they said goodbye. It was so much easier than she expected. It was fine. He was smiling. She was smiling.

But now...

She hasn't told anyone. She assumes Argyle must know by now, though she suspects Argyle knew all along. She doesn't know who to talk to. Not Jonathan. Not Steve, because weird. Not Robin, because Nancy might spill over herself.

She doesn't really have any friends, she realises.

So she's crying. Her face is tucked into her pillow, and the pillowcase is wet, and her nightlight is glowing golden. (She can't sleep without it. She doesn't think anyone can sleep without a light on anymore.) She's sobbing, probably dehydrated at this point, and her face is wet and sore, and her hair is a mangled mess, but no one is here to see it.

She's trying to catch her breath when her door swings open, and she jumps, sitting up and wiping her face quickly as Mike steps in, looking rumpled in his sweatpants and a t-shirt that's a size too big for him. The front says Megadeth. She assumes he stole it from Eddie.

"Jesus, do you knock?" she exclaims, turning her head to hide her face and wiping her cheeks so hard it stings a little.

"Sorry," Mike says, sounding not even remotely sorry. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she says. "God."

"Nancy," he says dryly. She looks at him, and he's looking at her intently. His hair is tied up in a messy bun that looks unfairly good for how quickly he must have done it. He sighs and shuts the door behind himself before he comes over to sit on her bed as she rolls her eyes. "What is it?"

"Nothing, Mike."

"Liar."

"God."

He's quiet for a moment, looking at the floor, kicking his feet.

"Nightmares or something else?" he says finally, his voice gentler, and it makes her want to cry all over again.

"Why do you care so much?" she snaps, shifting to sit up, cross-legged, wiping her face again. Her eyelashes feel heavy with tears, and the ends of her sleeves are wet now.

"Because we survived the end of the world like three times," he says sassily. "Sorry I get worried when I hear my big sister crying through the wall."

"I'll cry quieter."

"Or you can cry with me here," he says, still looking at the floor. "You don't have to talk about... whatever it is. But just... Jesus, Nance, you're not completely alone."

She exhales shakily, looking at him in the dim light of her nightlight. He looks so much older now, even older than he did a few weeks ago. Sharper. More tired. He even sounds older. Like he's lived five lives in his fifteen years.

"Something else," she says. "It was... something else."

"...You wanna talk about it?"

She hesitates, knotting her fingers.

"No secrets, right?"

He scoffs, his lips twitching into a smile.

"Yeah."

She takes a slow, deep breath, hesitating again.

"I, uhm." She swallows. "You know Robin?" Her voice cracks at her name, and she winces.

"Yeah, 'course. What about her?"

"Uhm." Nancy takes another breath, and her hands are shaking now. She feels a little lightheaded. Mike looks at her.

"Is she okay?" he asks, worry audible in his voice, and she nods.

"Yeah, no, she's-- she's fine, I just... Uhm."

"...What is it?"

"I have a crush on her."

The words come out too quickly, and she's terrified that he can't understand her, and almost more terrified that he can, and she looks up at him again.

He's staring at her, his eyes wider, wider than she's ever seen, and her stomach twists, and she might throw up, and her heart might stop beating, and she didn't realise until this moment how desperately she wants Mike to love her, how desperately she wants her little brother to not hate her, and--

Mike hugs her. His gangly arms wrap around her neck tightly, pulling her into an embrace that's a little awkward because he's sitting sideways and they're leaning over their legs, but she bursts into tears, sobbing loudly into his neck as she hugs him back.

And her little brother is whispering to her, murmuring quietly.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

And it's so much nicer to cry into Mike's boney shoulder than into her pillow. She never knew.

His hand is running over her head, over her hair, and she's shaking, so he pulls her closer, tugging her to rest against his side as she sobs. She lets him.

She doesn't know how long she cries, but Mike just lets her. He's rocking, swaying back and forth with her in his arms, and she feels small again, letting Mike murmur to her, whisper that it's okay, even though Nancy knows it isn't.

When she stops crying, Mike pulls away to lift the hem of his shirt, wrapping it around his fingers and wiping her face as she breathes.

"It's okay," he says again when he finishes, and she shakes her head.

"It's not okay, Mike," she says, and he tuts at her. "It's not. I know."

"Why isn't it okay?" he asks like he's personally offended, and she looks down.

"I just..."

"Because of Jonathan?"

"No, I... I broke up with Jonathan."

"Then why?"

"Just--" She huffs, tossing a hand. They're facing each other now, their knees touching. "Dad..."

"Has shit to say about everything," Mike says, sneering. "Who cares what he says? He doesn't even know us."

Nancy blinks, startled by the sharpness of his voice, by how angry he sounds. Her lip trembles.

"She's my friend," Nancy says. "I don't wanna ruin everything."

"I know," Mike says, shrugging weakly, and he looks so resigned and tired that Nancy believes him. She looks into his eyes, trying to find whatever it is that's there.

"Mike," she says.

He looks away, blinking, and his eyes are suddenly glistening with unshed tears, and he swallows.

"I, uhm. I broke up with El."

She blinks in surprise again, staring for a moment before she smacks his arm.

"Hey."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

He shrugs, rubbing his arm where she smacked him.

"Just... I, uhm."

"Mike," she says softer.

"No secrets," he says almost resolutely, nodding to himself, and he looks up into her eyes, and he suddenly looks nothing like the boy that was just holding and rocking her, whispering to her, taking care of her. He looks small. Young. Scared. "Me too."

"You too... what?" she says, confused.

"I-- Me-- I'm--"

He cuts off, and she inhales deeply, nodding when he copies her, and they exhale at each other, quiet for a moment.

"I'm the same," he says finally, his voice quiet. "We're the same."

"We're... the same," Nancy repeats.

Mike huffs, his shoulders dropping, and for a moment he's just a dramatic teenager again, annoyed.

"I..." He exhales shakily, looking at the bed between them. "I like... boys."

Her eyes widen, and his eyes cut up to her, and then understands the sudden, catapulting hug he gave her earlier, because that's all she can think to do now. She knocks him onto his back, arms tight around his neck, and he hugs her back, letting out an oof as they roll over on her bed.

"Holy shit," she says. "Holy shit, holy shit."

He laughs, giggling like a little kid, and even as he laughs she can hear that his eyes are filled with tears.

"Oh my god," she says, and he says it back.

She sits up, hovering over him, staring with wide eyes.

"...Will?"

His face turns red, and he swats at her, sitting up as she laughs.

"Shut up," he whines, pushing at her.

"Are you serious?" she asks, laughing, her eyes tear-filled.

He groans loudly, rolling and shoving his face into a pile of blankets, the groan becoming muffled.

"Tell me," she says, sitting cross-legged.

"Only if you tell me about Robin," he says.

"Deal."

He sighs heavily and sits up, reaching for one of the stuffed animals that's on the bed, and he rolls to lay on his back, hugging the bear to himself as he looks up at the ceiling.

"He's just... I don't know. Is it cliche if I say he's everything?"

Nancy scoffs, leaning against the headboard of her bed.

"Yeah," she says. "But it makes sense." He's quiet, so she takes initiative. "...How long have you liked him?"

He sighs.

"I think I always have," he says softly. "Just didn't know it."

"What about El?"

"I don't know," he says. "I think... I think I do love her. Just not... how I'm supposed to. And I just thought I did because I thought I was supposed to. Like... It makes sense that I would like her. And she thought she liked me too, and so we just went for it, but it didn't last because neither of us knew what we were doing."

"You don't think she really liked you?" Nancy asks, confused.

"Not... like that. She didn't even know what a friend was when we met, of course she didn't know how to be in a relationship," Mike says. "And I didn't either because I was a stupid twelve-year-old, and I just... I don't know. I think I was, like... avoiding my feelings. Everything happened with Will and I had no idea what was happening or what I was feeling or..."

"Jesus," Nancy says softly.

"Yeah," Mike says. "It was a lot. Still is sometimes."

She pauses before she reaches a leg out and kicks him.

"What do you like about Will?"

He suppresses a smile.

"Everything?"

"Even the bowl cut?"

"Shut up," he says, reaching out to hit her. "He's cute. And you can't say anything, what about Jonathan's hair? Christ."

"Fair," she cedes. "Everything isn't an answer, I need specifics, Mike."

He groans, lifting the bear and holding it to his face for a moment before he drops it.

"He's kind," he says finally. "Just... really fucking kind. He always has been. 'S like he's got this... heart of fuckin' gold even though the world's never been anything but cruel to him."

Nancy listens intently. He spends too much time with Eddie.

"Even when he's angry he's still so... I don't know. And he's funny." He's smiling now, absently, up at the ceiling. "He's like... sarcastic. In the best way."

"Sarcastic," she repeats.

"And sassy." He's grinning now. "He's witty. He makes me laugh."

She smiles, watching him. It's like five lives melt away from him. He's fifteen. Crushing on his best friend. And it's so painfully normal that Nancy aches.

"And he's so good at art," Mike gushes. "He gave me this-- this painting while we were in California, and he said it was, like, a commission from El at the time but he told me a little while ago that he lied, that-- that he just did it himself, and it just..." He squirms, smiling so brightly his eyes squeeze shut, and he's squeezing the life out of the bear.

"What's the painting?"

"It's, uhm. Us. Will and me. And Dustin and Lucas. We're fighting a dragon, as our D&D characters. And I have a shield, and it has this... heart. On it."

"...Is he..."

"Shut up. I don't know."

"Okay. Where's the painting."

"My wall. He saw it last time he came over and he couldn't stop smiling, it was so fucking cute."

"What else?"

"God, his smile. He just... He's like the fucking sun. I could stare at him for hours."

"You shouldn't stare at the sun--"

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

"I know," she snickers.

Mike is still staring at the ceiling, his eyes shining, almost glazed over, and he’s smiling absently.

“He’s so beautiful,” he whispers.

It’s precious.

Her heart swells a little bit.

She reaches a leg out and pokes his side with her foot.

“You’re in lo-o-ove…” she teases. He blinks hard like he’s snapping out of a daydream, and he turns red, throwing the bear at her face as she laughs.

“Shut up.”

“How’d you realise you like him?”

He groans and takes the bear back, hiding his face for a moment.

“It’s so stupid.”

“Oh my god, tell me,” she says excitedly.

“Okay, so.” He sighs, setting the bear up so it’s sitting on his chest, and he plays with the arms, making it dance. “Hellfire had a meeting. Not for, like, a campaign, just so Will could meet Eddie and the others. And it was really fun, they all loved him, obviously, he’s…” He hesitates, smiling softly, and for a second it looks like he’s going to cry. “And afterwards Eddie kind of pulled me aside and looked at me, like, really intently, and he just said, ‘It’s okay,’ and I had no idea what he was talking about.”

Nancy looks at him, listening like her life depends on it.

"And I told him that," Mike continues. "That I had no idea what he was talking about, and I was so confused, and he just said... 'You like Will. It's cool. It's okay,' you know? And I just..." He exhales, blinking at the ceiling. "God, I just cried. And Eddie just... held me."

"He's really nice, isn't he?" Nancy says softly. Mike nods.

"I ran to catch up with Will and Dustin and Lucas, and uhm, They could tell something was up, and I just... had to pretend everything was... Fine. The same. Like my whole world hadn't just flipped inside out. And they asked if I was okay and I said yeah, and then... Dustin and Lucas let it go. And Will..." He suppresses a smile, biting his lip. Nancy leans forward, wide-eyed.

"Did he fucking kiss you?"

"God, no," he says, swatting at her face. "I would have told you already if he did."

"Okay."

"He just... He asked if I wanted a hug. I said yes. He stopped walking, right there in the middle of the sidewalk, and he just... hugged me. He's... God, his hugs are so nice. You remember what I said about him being the sun?"

"Yeah."

"Imagine hugging the sun," he says dreamily, and she grins, furrowing her brows.

"It doesn't sound... pleasant."

"It's fucking magnificent, Nancy."

She giggles, closing her eyes.

"I've never heard you talk like this," she says lightly after a moment,

"I don't think I've ever talked like this at all," he says.

He sighs.

"Robin," he says abruptly, looking at Nancy. "Tell me about Robin."

Her face flushes with heat, and she lets her head fall back to the headboard as she sighs too.

"Uhm. She's pretty."

"Cut the shit," he says snarkily, and she scoffs. "Tell me."

"Jesus, she's fucking gorgeous," Nancy says. "She's hot as fuck." A laugh bursts out of Mike, and he's cringing, but his eyes are shining with amusement. "And she's fucking brilliant, she's so smart. And funny, and witty, and she's... Adorable. She's clumsy and she always talks way too much, but I love her voice, and I swear I could listen to her for hours. And she's got these freckles, they're everywhere, all over her shoulders and her back, and it's like she's the sky, oh my god."

She swoons, sliding down the headboard and falling to her side as Mike laughs out a, "Holy shit."

"And her smile..." Nancy says, staring at the ceiling. "Beautiful."

"What else?" Mike prompts.

"...She gets it," Nancy says, her voice softening.

"Gets what?"

"Just... She knows what it's like to be a girl," Nancy says adamantly. "No one else gets it, but she... God." She sighs heavily. "Jonathan and I had this fight a while ago. When we were fired from the paper in town."

"Yeah," Mike says, rolling onto his side and listening just as intently as she listened to him.

"I was one of the only girls there," she says. "And I got no fucking respect. They treated me like shit. And Jonathan just... didn't get it. And he kept... trying to say it wasn't that big a deal, that it was worth it to just have a job, and I-- I didn't get that he needed the job, and I get it now, but he just... God, it made me so mad that he just didn't get it." She huffs. "But Robin knows. And I just... Yeah."

"...How'd you know you liked her?" Mike asks after a moment. She suppresses a smile.

"Uhm. We had to go undercover as academics to talk to Creel, right?" she says, and he hums, listening. "So... Her wardrobe is, like, all second-hand men's clothes and shit she takes from Steve, so she needed to wear some my clothes, and..."

"Oh my god," Mike says, and she grins. "Do not tell me her wearing your skirt turned you on."

"It wasn't the skirt, it was her tits."

"Ew," he yells, hitting her with the bear, and she shushes him almost as loud, snatching the bear and hitting him in the face as he gags obnoxiously.

"I'm kidding," she says, still hitting him and laughing. "Jesus, you're dramatic."

"You're gross."

"The female form is beautiful, Michael."

He gags again.

"Anyway," she says, hitting him one more time before she lets him take the bear and hold it again. "It wasn't actually her tits, it was just... I don't know. I think I've always liked women and I just didn't let myself think about it. And then she was in my room and the sun was on her and I could see all her freckles and I needed to help her fix her bra and I just... couldn't not think about it. You know?"

"Yeah," Mike says. "That was it after Eddie told me. Like it just... suddenly louder."

"Yeah," Nancy says. "Exactly. And she was looking at me with those eyes, and I just..." She sighs. "Fell. And then tried to ignore it because I was still with Jonathan and the world was on the brink of collapse and I had priorities."

Mike is quiet.

"Did you break up with El because of Will?" Nancy asks after a moment.

"No," he says. "I broke up with El because we just... didn't work. We both knew it. It was kind of over when we met in California. She pointed out that I... I never said 'I love you' to her. I never signed my letters with 'love' and I just... I don't know. I realised after everything with Eddie that I, uhm. I always had to hold back from telling Will I love him. Because I thought it was weird, even though I thought it was purely platonic. And then I just... I don't know. It clicked. That I wanted Will the way I thought I wanted El."

"Wow," Nancy says softly.

"Did you break up with Jonathan because of Robin?"

"I don't know. Maybe a little. It was also just... I don't know. We weren't like we used to be. We weren't talking as much, and I just felt frustrated every time I thought about him, and every time I brought him up people would... ask if we were okay. Just because of how I seemed. And I just thought maybe it was time. Before we went to college. And then he told me he'd applied to some community college in California and he was accepted and I said he should go for it. If it would make him happy." She pauses. "Think that's why I did it. ...I wanted us to be happy."

Mike pauses.

"Are you?"

"...Am I?"

"Are you happy?"

She takes a deep breath, pausing.

"Sometimes," she says, and then she rolls her head to look at him. His hair is falling from the bun, into his face. "It's only been two weeks."

"I'll give you two more, then I'll ask again."

"Okay," she says.

They both sigh again. Nancy's cheeks feel too dry, tight from the tears that have dried on her skin. Mike moves a little closer, rolling onto his back and looking up at the ceiling. His legs are hanging off the side of the bed. She forgets how tall he's gotten sometimes.

"Are you gonna tell her?" Mike asks softly.

"God," she breathes. "I don't know."

"I think you should," he says.

"Why?"

He shrugs. He's playing with the bear's arms again, flapping them up and down.

"What's the worst that could happen?" he asks quietly, but it's half-hearted like he already knows the answer.

"I could lose a friend."

He hums quietly.

"That's scary," he whispers.

"Yeah."

He rolls closer, curling up next to her, and she lifts an arm to slide it across his shoulders. It happens again. He shrinks. He's too good at that, she thinks. Switching between being the little boy he was before all of it started and the boy that's lived five lifetimes too soon. The boy whose eyes shine like a child that's scared to cross the street alone and the boy that holds his older sister and whispers that it's all okay.

She lets him shrink down now, listens to him exhale as she presses a kiss to the top of his head.

"I love you, you know," she says softly.

"I know," he whispers.

"More than all the stars and sand and leaves." He's smiling, his eyes closed. "So much, Mikey."

She hasn't called him that since they were little. His smile falters a little bit, and his lip quivers, and she whispers.

"It's okay."

[wildlife4life]

Full moon bond or once upon a buddie intrigue me for wip asks if you’d like to share anything 😊

Because I admire you and your work so much, I will gladly share snippets from both!

Full moon bond is very popular today and I've answered a few more about it here. Here is another snippet:

Maddie and Chimney were the last to arrive, strolling up to the camp site looking slightly haggard and very tired. Jee was apparently going through another sleep regression period and lately super attached to both her parents. Technically they didn't need to shift during the full moon due to being lynx shifters instead of wolves, but Chimney says that he's been joining full moon gatherings for so long now that he swears he can feel the pull of the moon just like a wolf. Maddie, having taken Chimney's bite, says she feels the same. Plus they're pack and the bond would be very inconvenient to ignore when they can feel the others had shifted and the thoughts that are being shared. Maddie makes a beeline for Eddie the moment she notices him and Eddie braces himself. He knows exactly what she is going to speak to him about. Its the same conversation every full moon since her turning. Brown eyes misty with concern, the female lynx plants herself in front of her brother's partner. Her gaze flickers away for a second, taking note of the magical markings around the campground. A deep breath in and Eddie suspects she's trying to catch a whiff of Buck's scent. Maddie recognizes the witch's work and she was probably hoping at the sight of it, that Buck had joined the shifters this full moon. She becomes further disheartened when that is not the case and her saddened eyes return to Eddie. "He told me he was going to think about." She says softly. Buck has been telling his sister that before every full moon since she took Chimney's bite. It was lie every time and only to have one less person pester the witch about joining the pack. Slowly, Maddie reaches out and lets her fingers hover over Eddie's bare chest, glowing gold orbs tracing the geometric brand that marked him as Buck's mate in replacement for a bite. "I thought when you two mated, when he took you as his anchor Evan would..." Evan would finally join the pack and be one with them all during the full moon. Yea, Eddie thought so too.

Once Upon a Buddie is much beloved and the first fic I actually created for buddie and I really hope to get back to it.

Hot deputy whipped his full attention towards the jailed man, causing Buck to take in sharp breath. The entire force of the deputy’s anger and attractiveness were slightly overwhelming and made him a little weak in the knees. “Oh, you’re not?” Hot deputy growled and shivers went down Buck’s spine, imagining that same tone used in another less civilized situation. “Then what are you? Huh? Cus what I see is a stranger, an outsider from a big city driving my son around and feeding into his out-of-control imagination.  Letting him believe that you are some sort of Prince!” Buck jumped to his feet, “Hey man all I did was listen.  I didn’t confirm or deny anything.  And I drove him to a hospital, a safe haven where he told me his mother works!”  He was getting tired of the being accused as some sort of child perv.  “Christopher ran away on his own accord.” “My son has no reason to run away!” the Deputy yelled. “No one would listen to him! And when someone finally did, he was told he was crazy, making everything up.  He felt alone, so he ran to find someone who would listen, who would maybe understand!” The Deputy took several steps forward, fist clinching tight at his side, “Don’t act like you know my son!” “Diaz that is enough!” Sheriff Grant jerked the Deputy back at the collar of his jacket before turning back to Buck, “You too Buckley.” Buck threw his hands up in surrender and dropped back on the bed, “I’m done answering questions. Give me my phone call and corroborate my story.  I want out of this town.”

WIP tag game

[gay-dorito-dust]

Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson fic list (ft Robin and Steve)

Eddie Fics:

Eddie w/ a quiet male!Reader (requested)

Where were you when I needed you most (requested)

Soft!eddie moments

Dustin, where’s Eddie?

You’re my everything

Between a Munson and a Buckley

Prompts 45 and 56 (requested)

Eddie x ftm!Reader (requested)

Eddie x chubby male!Reader (requested)

Eddie x glasses/braces reader (requested)

Eddie x male!Reader enemies to lovers (requested)

Eddie x nb!Reader (requested)

Chrissy is dead

Robin fic:

Between a munson and a buckley

Prompt #42 ft Steve Harrington

Robin, reader and Steve being each other’s wingmen

Steve Harrington fic:

Prompt #42 ft Robin Buckley

Steve, Robin and reader being each other’s wing men

Steve x male!reader

[smokingthemoutbasement]

Would you guys be interested in a fic of the fruity four being in a band (Måneskin)?? After I finish Eddie Munson (rockstar, father?) of course.

[poetrylovinglesbian]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: robin buckley x nancy wheeler

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: very mild volume 2 spoilers + fluff!!

𝐚/𝐧: as always: ignore the typos lmao- ALSO thank you very much for all the support after my first post on here! i didn't expect that so thank you, thank you, thank you! <3 my requests are currently open, in case anyone has any ideas for new ronance fics! <3

The pitter-patter of the rain falling against the window isn't the only thing stopping Nancy from sleeping. 

It is true, she hates to sleep when it rains. While others might consider the sound of rain comforting, it has always scared Nancy.  Once, there was Steve Harrington, who'd hold her and cover her ears if she needed him to, comforting her until she eventually fell asleep.  Then there was Jonathan. Though it is strange to think that there is a 'was' now, rather than an 'is'. Her ex-boyfriend, from whom she knows that he loves her dearly. And Nancy had found peace with him. She'd found someone who understood and comforted her more than any other boy ever did.  And she hadn't thought of this as something that was even possible in the first place—finding peace with a boy.  Yet doing that had been one thing, he'd made it easy for her. But returning his love had been quite another and until this day, she can't tell if she ever fully succeeded with that.  Nancy knows what love is supposed to be like, she sees it every day.  In the movies she watches, in the books, she reads...everywhere she sees the picture-perfect love stories.  Love is supposed to feel like Jonathan Byers or Steve Harrington. The guy gets the girl. Saves her from monsters, or holds her as she falls asleep. 

Love isn't supposed to be the touch of two hands in the darkness of the upside down. Love isn't supposed to be a gorgeous pair of eyes meeting hers. Rescuing her from the fear that had wrapped its dark fingers around Nancy's throat, nearly suffocating her.  It isn't supposed to be Robin Buckley. It can't be Robin Buckley. 

Yet ever since the moment her fingers had touched Nancy's, it is all she can think of.  It isn't Jonathan who is on her mind all the time, even though they recently broke up. It isn't him, who she secretly wishes for on rainy nights like these.  She inhales deeply, desperately trying to push the thoughts of Robin Buckley away from her.  This isn't the first time something like this is happening to Nancy, though she hates to admit it.  None of this is new to her: The laying in bed all night trying to run away from the thoughts of another girl, the urge to scream into her pillow, because there's a part of herself she can't understand... There once was Barb, who had caused her to stay up all night. It all had been so new, so different from everything Nancy had ever known. 

Not what people had told her about love, no.  It had been tender and sweet, looking back at it now.  The smiles the girl had shared while walking to class and the way Barb had always been able to give Nancy something to laugh about.  Yet she never figured out a way to tell her about it. 

After months of denying all those things, she had died and Nancy didn't dare to think of what she had felt for her ever again.  Until now. 

A noise snaps her back to reality—a gentle, careful knock against her window.

For a moment, she hopes for a sign, in the shape of Jonathan Byers. A sign that will take those thoughts away from her, prove that they are nothing but silly fantasies of a girl.  But then she gets up to let in whoever wants to visit her at 02.00 am and all hopes slip away from her, like sands between her fingers.  And no matter how hard she tries to hold onto it, it vanishes into nothingness as she lays eyes on Robin Buckley.  Soaked from the rain, she smiles at her from behind the glass.

Her blonde hair is sticking to her face, that's how wet it is, yet her lips are forming a wide grin.

Nancy brings up a hand to her mouth in shock, quickly opening the window so that the other girl can enter. 

"Robin!" she whispers as soon as she's inside.  Her clothes are dripping, leaving a trail of drops on Nancy's bedroom floor.  She's wearing nothing but a t-shirt and pants, goosebumps all over her arms and Nancy feels the strange urge to touch her skin.  She wants to stroke her hands all over it until it is smooth and warm again. She wants to be the one to hold and comfort her.  Robin wipes away the water from her cheeks and forehead. "I'm sorry, I- god did I wake you up? Did I scare you? Damn it, this seemed like such a good idea in my head, I-" "I was up already, don't worry" she tries to calm her but Robin keeps on rambling.  "I really didn't mean to bother you, I mean it is 02.00 am and I am in your bedroom, which is clearly not where I should be and...god what if your parents woke up? Will you get into trouble?" Nancy remembers being annoyed at Robin for all of her talking, at least when they first met.  Now she has no idea how she didn't adore it from the very first second.  "First of all: No, I won't! Don't worry about that. But Robin you need other clothes!" "Seriously?" Robin raises a brow, seemingly amused. "I show up in your room in the middle of the night and that is your first thought?" 

Nancy blushes, stepping past her quickly in a desperate attempt to hide her burning red cheeks from her. "Maybe while I- Uhm, get clothes for you, you could explain why you are visiting me in the middle of the night?"  "That's a really funny story actually, so...I was in the area and I remembered you live nearby so I was like 'Why not visit Nancy Wheeler?', which brings us here" Nancy smiles to herself, her back turned to Robin.  "Robin, it's 02.00 am why would you be 'in the area'?" "Fair point..." she shrugs. "I guess I just...wanted to see you"

She stops her movements for a second, letting the words sink in. I just wanted to see you.  She inhales deeply, and holds the air for a second. She replays the sentence in her head all over. It sounds so beautiful coming from Robin. So...meaningful.  Nervously, she continues her search for a different shirt.  None of her clothes seems to suit Robin, she's almost embarrassed.  Her tall, slim body doesn't seem to be made for Nancy's skirt and tops.  She remembers making Robin wear her stuff back when they were trying to quite literally hunt a monster down.  And she remembers how uncomfortable they made her feel, she almost feels sorry for putting her through it, though it had been necessary.  Now she knows better than she did then. 

She can feel Robin's eyes on her and it makes her feel unexpectedly seen, almost exposed.  "You can sit if you like" she offers, pointing to her bed, in an attempt of escaping their silence.  But Robin rather stares, inspecting Nancy's room in all its nightly glory.  "I can give you a towel, too" she adds. "Nance, really, it's fine! I'm fine, okay?"  Robin takes a step forward, closer to her, and Nancy doesn't dare to look up, doesn't dare to meet Robin's gaze and all the things she might find in it. 

"Found something" she breathes, her fingers curling in the soft fabric of an old shirt of hers.  "Great" Another step.  Finally, Nancy turns. Immediately, eyes are meeting eyes.  Robin has already reached out with her hand, still, her stare lingers on Nancy rather than the piece of clothing she's holding.  Looking down at her palm brings back the memories from only a couple of days ago when Robin had touched her hand in the darkness. It had been sudden, unexpected, almost frightening until she had realized that it was just Robin. No monster, hidden in the shadows around them, was trying to gain control over her senses, just the other girl, holding onto her with an unfamiliar comfort.  Her palm had been soft, where both Jonathan's and Steve's had been rough. Slim, and delicate where theirs had never been.  Standing in her room now, surrounded by darkness again, she wonders if they'd still be as soft as they were then.  If taking them would cause her heart to beat faster, her cheeks to flush even redder. 

"Nance" Robin whispers carefully. "I'm just gonna, you know, take this? Okay?"  "Of course" she bites down on her lip, flustered by her presence only. 

As Robin changes, back turned to Nancy, the girl can't help her mind from wandering, her thoughts from racing.  She thinks of all the things hidden behind her back. Robin's bare, still wet skin against the light of the moon.  The crook of her neck, leading down to her outstanding collarbones.  Nancy remembers Steve as well as Jonathan, kissing her in those places.  She wonders if Robin would shiver the way she did then, if her body would ache for more... "Nance?" she says suddenly, causing Nancy to flinch.  Robin's back is still turned, but she knows by the tone of her voice that something is going on. 

"Look, this isn't supposed to sound weird or anything but...About recently, when we were...well in this literal other dimension, I just-" she clears her throat.  "I didn't mean to, you know, bother you or cross a line or something. When I...When I took your hand"  Silence.

Finally, Robin turns around.  "I- I know you're- you were with Jonathan at the time and- and not that this would mean anything because like- it's not like I'd be a threat to your relationship or whatever- I mean just look at me, but- I don't know- Was it okay?" It's not like I'd be a threat to your relationship. This is what gets Nancy, almost like a wake-up call, an alarm ringing in her ears.  Because what if she is? What if it was supposed to be her all along? What if Robin Buckley holds the power to make Nancy's entire life fall apart, only to put it back together in a new way? 

"It was okay!" she says reassuringly. "I- I mean I was surprised but- it helped a lot"  Robin's face enlightens and she looks up, meeting Nancy's gaze.  "Yeah and- and I think I...liked it?"  She can see surprise flashing through Robin's eyes, as she steps closer again.  A part of Nancy wants to step back, build a wall around herself and never come out again. Another part of her longs for Robin to come, it wants her to break all the walls down, to pull her in.  "Liked it?" she repeats, stopping right in front of Nancy.  She finds herself at a loss of words, being this close to Robin, feeling her breath on her face and the heat of her body radiating. Not knowing what else to do and nearly choking on her own breath, Nancy seeks the comfort again.  She isn't even capable of stopping herself from reaching out, her fingers brushing Robin's in one swift motion. 

The moment skin meets skin, the world around them seems to slow down entirely.  It hasn't been more than 2 weeks, yet here they are again.  Hands, meeting in the darkness.  Eyes, finding their way to each other. Heartbeats increasing.

Nancy's fingers slip between Robin's, allowing their palms to fully touch. 

The other girl inhales sharply at the sudden sensation, breaking the eye contact only to glance down at their hands.  Nancy studies her face, as she does so, mesmerized by each and every detail she can find.  Her soft lips, slightly parted as her breaths come quickly, hundred of freckles all over her face, the color of her eyes, and the red flush on her cheeks.  It all seems to draw Nancy in.  She can see it all fall apart, then.  Her life, her love, everything she believed to be true. It crumbles and shatters until it finally falls. And she can't help but watch it all happen. Like tides control the ocean, coming and going as they do so. She could reach out, try to hold the water in her hands, yet it would slip away from her regardless of that. Only this time, Nancy doesn't have to try to hold onto it like she did with Barb all these years ago. She lets it all go.  She lets the tides take it with them because she has someone to hold her.  Robin Buckley.  No matter what might fall apart, along with all of Nancy's beliefs, this girl won't let her down.  Her hand has its strong, still tender grip on her and there is nothing that could possibly happen to her as long as it lasts.  As long as Robin keeps holding her.  The seconds are passing by and neither of them dares to say a word, afraid that what they share might go as fast as it has come, leaving them with nothing. Nancy can hear Robin's breathing, quick and short.  "Nance..." she whispers eventually, voice trailing off already. "I- I don't understand"  And, hell, she can't blame her. She doesn't understand either.  All she truly knows is that this moment feels like home. And maybe this is all she needs to know.  Maybe it doesn't even take any more than just that.  Maybe if she just-

Slowly, she gets on the tips of her toes, using Robin's hand to pull herself closer.  Their chests are nearly bumping together when Nancy leans in. Robin's eyes fly wide open in surprise, her hands reaching up, as if in defense.  But then she sees Nancy's closed eyes and feels her body pressed up against hers, finally she senses the other girl's lips, gently put on her own. 

She exhales, breathing out the tension and fear she felt, her arms wrapping around Nancy's waist.  Until then, she'd felt Nancy tensing up, but when her fingers meet her skin, she can feel her finally relaxing into the kiss.  Her hands come up to cup Robin's cheeks, holding onto them gently. 

Nancy feels it all then, her heart beating a mile a minute, every cell of her body yearning for Robin, leaving not the shadow of a doubt.  Her lips are soft against Nancy's, yet the hand she has on her body is strong.  For the first time since she'd known herself, Nancy feels like she actually did something right.  And how couldn't she? How couldn't she when Robin is kissing her back with an equal amount of passion? When it makes her whole body tingle in excitement? 

Only when Robin leans back, does Nancy open her eyes again, frightened of what she might find in her now. 

"Robin I-" but before she gets a chance to finish, Robin opens her mouth just to say, well, the most Robin thing ever.  "Nancy Wheeler, did you just kiss me?" 

"I supposed I did- I mean- I didn't- Look this might sound very off but- I like you, Robin. I mean I really like you and-" But Robin already cuts her off by placing another kiss on her lips. 

"I like you too, Nancy Wheeler" 

[gay-little-bitch]

Idk why but any TV girl song reminds me of either ronance, steddie, byler, and sometimes elmax <3333 idk just thinking

[dreams202]

Looking up Maya Hawke on google to pinpoint a hair color and stuff for a fic im writing and in shock she’s only 23 years old?!? The way she holds herself made her seem older like, dunno, 27/28.

[on-coming-dusk]

This is one of the harsher ideas that I have toyed with for my zombie AU. But I wanted to do something different with the dynamics of the characters in this universe, considering how different the world itself is I haven't had too hard a time doing that.

Content Warning: reference to suicide, mention of death, grief

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"Steve, you need to calm down! I've never seen you so agitated. What is going on with you?"

"Yeah, come on Steve, lets-"

"Nance, Robs, don't you get it?" His voice shook and he finally stopped pacing.

"Uh...well, no. Clearly we don't."

"Steve," Nancy's doe eyes looked up at him. "Talk to us. We can't help you if we don't know what's wrong."

"Henderson has some how acquired a fucking zombie friends and he's changing. They aren't imagining it either. I saw the look on E's face when he realized the world was shit now because of the Dead." His vocabulary had expanded so much since meeting E, since listening to Dustin, since letting his guard down. "He's fully capable of thoughts and and and feelings! My friend ate a bullet after he was infected so he wouldn't become one of them. And now I'm learning that he didn't have to, that we might have been able to save him?"

"Steve..." The girls spoke in unison.

"And it's not just that. He was my friend, it fucked me up, but I've managed well enough. It's... he was... He was Max's older brother."