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#robin buckley fan fiction
thelovelylolly · 3 days
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could you do a robin buckley x theatre kid!reader?? i think it would be so cute if maybe robin has seen her in the school musicals and stuff but was always too shy to talk to her!!
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summary: robin sees you in one of your shows and gets a little crush on you... warnings: fem! reader, theatre kid *vine boom sound*, I wrote this on my phone while at my show’s rehearsal too lol (which means this is also not proofread) word count: 1k notes: as a theatre kid, thank you for this request lol
Robin didn’t want to necessarily see the musical, but if it meant getting out of math class, she didn’t mind. She was sat in the middle of the audience and thought she was going to take a quick nap, then the music started and you came out. Alone, in the spotlight.
As you started to sing, Robin was immediately hooked. Not on the show, on you. Your voice, your presence, your looks. She felt her heart race and her face blush as you continued with your song, pacing the stage as your cast-mates joined you.
She didn’t even think about a nap or anything else while you were on stage. Your performance was captivating, holding not only Robin’s attention, but everyone in the audience’s. Even if you weren’t singing or apart of a scene, if you were in the background, Robin’s eyes were on you.
Intermission came and went, but Robin couldn’t wait for act two to start and to see you perform more.
Robin didn’t consider herself a big theater fan. She loved movies, but she wasn’t interested in seeing live theater that often. Maybe if Steve or the kids dragged her, just not on her own free time.
Act two came and went. Robin stood with everyone else as they applauded, her eyes locked on you as you took your bow. You and your cast-mates left the stage and the lights came back up. Robin filed out of her row and into the isle, following her peers out of the auditorium.
Once in the lobby, she started down the hall to go back to class, but she stopped when she saw you. You were walking arm-in-arm with a co-star, laughing and still in your costume. Robin’s heart skipped a beat as her feet planted her where she was.
When you passed by her, she finally spoke up.
“Hey,” she said quietly, but it caught your attention. You stopped and turned to look at her, a soft smile on your face. “Y-you did really good.”
Your smile grew wider. “Thank you.”
You held her gaze for a few more moments before your co-star pulled you into the crowd, leaving Robin blushing and falling for you.
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Robin suddenly wanted to go to every show, more specifically, the shows you were in. It didn’t matter if you were the star, the supporting role, or in the ensemble, Robin wanted to see you. She didn’t know any of the shows, but it was worth it.
Steve noticed her new hobby, and brought it up one day as he drove her to work.
“So…you’re into theater now, huh?” He asked, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
“Yeah, I-“ Robin started, but quickly stopped herself. “Why are you bringing this up?”
Steve hummed, “I think someone has a little crush.”
His sing-songs voice made her roll her eyes.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I do, though,” he replied. “Your actress crush came in to the store on your day off with a friend. I overheard them talking about you, specifically she was talking about you.”
“And? What did she say?” Robin quickly perked up.
“‘Don’t know what I’m talking about’, huh?” He teased, earning a slap on the arm from her. “Fine! She thought you were cute and wanted to talk to you after her shows, but you always leave before she can.”
Robin leaned back in her seat, her gaze turning to the window. Maybe there was a chance that you liked her back, just a little bit. The thought of talking to you gave her butterflies, you had left her a bit starstruck.
“Earth to Robin!” Steve said loudly, waving his hand in front of her face.
She blinked and looked back over at him. “What?”
He laughed. “You’re totally head over heels for her.”
“I’m not!”
“You are!”
The rest of the ride consisted of Steve and Robin arguing over her little crush.
———
You excitedly scanned the crowd the best you could when you first went on. Even with the stage lights in your eyes, you spotted her in the middle seat, where she always is. Robin.
Your friend had a class with her and told you everything about her the moment you hinted at even liking her. You noticed her at your shows and you were developing a little crush on her, but she always left before you could see her after the show.
The rest of your performance went by quickly and you were the first one off stage. You were determined to catch her before she left. You raced out the door and down the hall to the lobby, watching the stream of people exiting the theater for her.
You spotted her and smiled, pushing your way through the crowd to get to her. You reached out and tugged on her sleeve, causing her to turn around.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, but no words came out.
“Hi,” you said timidly.
“Hi,” she replied in the same tone. The crowd moved around you two, making it seem like it was just you and her.
“Y-you were great.”
“Thank you,” you answered, “I’ve seen you at all my shows, but I never catch you afterwards.”
“Yeah, I, uh, I usually have to go…” Robin said, lying through her teeth.
“Well, I’m happy I was able to catch you. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”
“About what?”
You smiled wider and blushed. “If you want, I…I’d really like to hang out with you sometime.”
You noted the blush that dusted her cheeks.
“I-I, uh, I’d love that!” She quickly answered, stumbling over her words with how quickly she said them. She returned your smile and the two of you slipped your way away from the crowd.
“Um,” you glanced around before snatching a program from a stand and a pen. You quickly scribbled out your number on the piece of paper then handed it to her. “Here, call me and we can figure out the details.”
Robin smiled and took it. “Okay, great.”
You two stood there smiling at each other for a moment, then she pointed her thumb back. “I…I should get going.”
“Okay, I’ll see you later,” you said as you waved her goodbye. You watched her leave and sighed.
You quickly and turned to go back to your dressing room. You wanted to get out of costume and go home.
You couldn’t wait for her call.
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longlivefanfic-net · 2 years
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Make Her Happy
Summary: Robin has become an almost constant presence in your apartment, which isn’t a problem until you realize you’ve got a little crush. When you explain why you’re acting weird to Steve, your boyfriend, he decides to take things into his own hands. Steve/Reader and Reader/Robin.
Word count: 7.2k
Content: Mostly smut with perhaps a hint of angst?, F/F and F/M, threesome scene, female receiving head and fingering, penetrative sex, bisexual/pansexual/queer female reader, drinking. 
A/N: Robin and Steve are not sexually involved with each other. I kind of struggled with how to set this scene up so that it was very clear that Robin and Steve are 10000% not interested in each other but also like Reader gets to f*ck both of them because like. Jesus h christ they are both just so pretty. Frankly I think this…kind of hints at some queer polyamory for the female reader but ya know what. Thats what i would like to see and this is my world babes. Idk this might lead to more polycule-esque fics with nights with Robin interrupted by Steve and vice versa. Also special thanks to @thatsonezesty13 who requested bi!Reader <3
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You weren’t sure when it had happened. It had been slow, gradual. Robin had always spent a lot of time at your’s and Steve’s apartment, usually bringing a VHS she wanted to watch or funny stories about the people she had talked to at work that day. One night, she had come over late, letting herself into your apartment with her spare key and a paper bag full of cheap tacos, interrupting you and Steve on the couch. When you had looked up from between his arms at her, haloed in the doorway by the glow of the hallway lights, you had blamed the adrenaline from Steve’s hands for the nervous twinge in your chest. Another time, Robin had been sitting on the floor, leaning back against your legs while you ran your fingers through her hair and she bemoaned the tragic state of the lesbian dating scene in Indiana, and when she had turned to look at you with little pieces of her hair askew from your hands all you could think was beautiful, she’s so beautiful. Now, you were basically trying to avoid her: an impossible feat considering how often she was in your apartment (she really practically lived there, as often as she had started staying the night, crashing on your couch and insisting on Steve making pancakes most mornings). 
Steve had noticed. You really didn’t want him to notice, but he was so good with people and he always picked up on the smallest things and, as he had pointed out last week, he’d have to be stupid not to notice when his two best girls were acting weird. You had tried to explain that you weren’t being weird–you just, maybe, needed some space from Robin. He had offered to kick her out, saying he’d make her stay at her own place for a few nights, and you had said no. You held his hand, chewed on your lip, and told him you liked having Robin around. When his eyes had narrowed in confusion, you had put his hand in your lap, leaning against Steve’s broad chest, and quietly–very quietly–informed him that you just had…a little “girl crush,” as you called it. It was nothing; you had had a few of them before, but you still loved Steve more than anything in the world. For you, Robin was kind of like if Phoebe Cates walked into the Family Video store one day and told Steve she wanted to hang out with him. Obviously, you knew he would still be attracted to her–how many times had he watched Fast Times now?--but, at the end of the day, you assumed he would still come home to you, even if it meant bringing Phoebe with him. Steve had looked down at you, understanding dawning over his face, and asked “She’s your Phoebe Cates? I mean–Phoebe Cates?” You had just laughed, explaining that you had meant it more metaphorical than literal as he rubbed broad, warm circles into your back. A few mornings later, after Robin had walked out your front door with a leftover chocolate chip pancake in hand, Steve had wrapped his hands around your hips and pulled you tight into his chest, nipping playfully at your neck before he pulled back to look at you. “So,” he had asked, his face completely neutral, “You like me and girls? Or you like guys and girls, and me and Robin are the ones you like of those?” You had half laughed, interlocking your fingers around his neck. “I just like who I like, Steve,” you had said. “When I find someone attractive…I don’t know, I just don’t really think about if they’re a boy or a girl.” Steve had nodded, his uncombed morning hair flopping low over his forehead as he bent his neck to press a kiss to your cheek. “As long as you still like me,” he had said, pulling back with a playful grin. 
Robin had come over again tonight–not that that was a surprise–and you had moved to the other side of the couch than where you usually sat, making Steve sit on her usual end so she’d put all of her weight on him instead of you. For good measure, you drew your legs up beside you, curling them against your body as you leaned into Steve’s chest. He wrapped an arm around you, planting a kiss on the top of your head, then reached down to ruffle Robin’s hair. Something about the moment made you feel like you were in some sort of sitcom, but when Robin turned around to grin at you over her shoulder you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched. Steve’s arm tightened around you at the slight change, and you looked up to see him looking at Robin with the light of an idea behind his eyes. “Robin,” he asked, tentatively. “How’d your date last weekend go?” Robin groaned theatrically, throwing her head back against Steve’s legs. “Oh my god,” she said, “Don’t even ask me about that again. I am so tired of the women in this town. They’re all either terrible and, frankly, kind of stupid, with, like, no real taste, you know, I mean the movie she wanted to see? God, it was so bad, but they’re all like her–or straight, I guess,” Robin said, turning to look at you with a grin. “See, you’re lucky Harrington. Life’s easy for you. You just asked out the prettiest girl you could find and it turned out she was incredible and smart and sexy, too.” You blush, the heat snaking over your face, at Robin’s words. Steve just nodded, looking like he had just snapped two puzzle pieces together. 
“You know what we should do tonight?” Steve asked. “Eat junk and watch TV?” Robin asked, an eyebrow cocked. She already had a half empty package of marshmallows next to her on the floor, something you and Steve kept stocked in the pantry almost exclusively for her. “We should drink,” Steve said, standing up suddenly. You fell back on to the couch, and peered up at him, confused. Steve just looked between you and Robin, his hands on his hips, and said, “Yeah. Drinks,” before disappearing into the kitchen. “I am not drinking too much tonight, Harrington,” Robin called after him. He came back in with a six pack, setting it down next to Robin as she grimaced. “Beer, Harrington? What is this, a frat party?” “Shut up, it’s what we’ve got–unless you feel like walking to the liquor store.” Robin grimaced but pulled one of the brown bottles out of the cardboard case, taking the bottle opener Steve handed her and popping the top. Without even looking at you, she passed the slightly hissing bottle over as you sat up, pulling a second one out for herself. You took a long pull from the cool glass, the taste of hops smooth over your throat as you looked at Steve, one eyebrow raised. He shrugged, smiling, and mouthed “trust me.” Blinking quickly, you looked away, and noted Robin watching the exchange between the two of you. “Everything…okay?” She asked, her voice rasping. “Never better,” Steve answered, chipper, as he took his seat back between the two of you. 
“Is there a reason you’ve got me drinking tonight, Harrington?” You asked. You didn’t usually refer to Steve by his last name–except when you put Mr. in front of it–but anytime you were around Robin, it just came out. He looked over at you, grinning, and cocked his head to the side. “I just thought my two best girls might benefit from loosening up a little,” he said, all charm as Robin snorted. “What?” He said, bumping her with his leg. “As if you’re anything other than uptight.” “I am not uptight,” Robin answered, “I am a reasonable amount of tight.” She blushed at her own word choice, then rolled her eyes, turning back to face the TV as she muttered “shut up” before Steve said anything. Steve looked at you, watching the taut skin of your neck shift as you took a deep pull from your bottle, swallowing it down. He kept his eyes flicking between you and the TV screen for the next twenty minutes, only half-heartedly watching the cheesy sitcom Robin had turned on as soon as she had come in the door. That’s how it went with Robin: walk into a room, find a friend, and turn off whatever part of her brain held her back from giving into her impulses. She had changed the TV channel while you were watching something on more than one occasion, had even walked into your home and started cooking dinner with the groceries in your fridge, but nothing topped the time she had walked into a party at one of Steve’s old friend’s house, seen a guy feeling up a girl who was passed out on the couch, and immediately lifted her booted foot up, kicked him–hard–directly in the shoulder and yanked him off the girl. The three of you had been thrown out of the party not five minutes after arriving–taking Robin’s rescue back to the front yard with you where you found someone the bleary eyed girl recognized. 
Robin’s eyes were glued to the screen, apparently unaware of the looks you were giving Steve behind her back. You had fallen back against your side of the couch instead of curling against him, suspicious of what had driven his sudden interest in drinking an entire six pack that would usually last him a week over the course of one night. Steve was adamantly avoiding your gaze, though he did occasionally turn his head to you. He seemed to be examining the bottle in your hand, and when his eyes happened to meet yours he would only pause long enough to widen his eyes, or turn up the corner of his mouth, or once–as you got close to finishing your beer–wink at you. Finally, you took one last swallow from your drink, upending the bottle into your mouth with your head tilted back against the arm of the couch as you drained the last drop. When you straightened your neck, Steve was turned to you, fully grinning now, and he reached out one of his long-fingered hands to snag the room-temperature brown glass out of your hands. Your eyebrows slid down, furrowing over your eyes as you watched him. You couldn’t be sure but, in the glow from the TV, it looked like he had only had maybe half of his own drink; you looked at Steve, your earlier interest in his actions starting to form a knot in your stomach as you pulled the corner of your bottom lip in between your teeth. The TV suddenly played out the sharp notes of the closing theme for Robin’s show, and she set her own empty glass bottle on the floor next to her before pulling another out of the pack. She turned around, glancing at you before turning to Steve. You could almost swear you saw the slightest shade of pink cross under her freckles when she saw you already looking at her, but the light in the room was so dim you couldn’t be sure. “What’s the plan, Harrington?” Robin asked. “Should I open another?” Steve nods, and asks her to hand you one as well. When she does, your fingers brush and you swear Robin pulls her fingers back just a second too fast, almost letting the bottle drop. 
“Let’s do something fun,” Steve says, looking at you. The knot in your stomach constricts and you’re sure that whatever he’s about to spring on you is what he’s been working up to all night. “What would be fun for you right now, Steve?” You ask. You’re on high alert–but you’re also fascinated. Steve’s never done something like this before, keeping something from you (though he’s not doing a particularly good job of hiding whatever it is), and you’re anxious to see what, exactly, has motivated this within him. “I want to play a game,” he says. He stands up suddenly, reaching out for your hand and, when you put your fingers in his, he yanks you to your feet. “Sit,” he says, and you sink to the floor next to Robin. He sits down on the chill ground as well, crossing his denim-clad legs as he settles across from the two of you. Reaching out, he grabs you by the hips and slides you, just barely, to move you between him and Robin, making a clear triangle between the three of you. He reaches over to Robin, grabbing her empty beer bottle from beside her and placing it in the middle of the three of you. “Spin the bottle!” He exclaims, gesturing widely with his outstretched palms. “Gross, Harrington,” Robin says, taking another pull from her bottle. “I don’t want to kiss you.” “Oh, get over yourself, Buckley,” Steve groans, rolling his eyes. “I need something harder than beer to be willing to kiss you.” “The only point to this game, then, is for you and your girlfriend to kiss, and I’m sure the two of you do plenty of that, unless you want–” Robin goes silent, cutting herself off in the middle of her sentence. Steve’s eyes flicker towards you and Robin’s faces in  turns. The flush is slower in it’s creeping over your skin as a result of the alcohol, but it’s definitely still under there. It builds, burning brighter as you say in feigned casualness, “It might be fun.” 
Robin swallows, her throat bobbing with the pressure of her forcing her obvious nerves down. “Do you…want to play, Robin?” You ask quietly. She looks at Steve, and his eyebrows lift slightly. “Yeah,” she says, her voice hushed. “As long as I don’t have to kiss Harrington, I want to play.” Steve smiles, reaching out his long, pale hand for the bottle. The sound of glass spinning over the floor is entrancing, and the three of you fall silent to listen to it echo in the stillness. When it lands on Robin, she groans loudly. “See, I knew it, oh, don’t you dare, Harrington–” Robin growls as Steve moves towards her. “Hold on, just be still for, like, one second, you little–” Steve presses a quick, chaste kiss to Robin’s cheek and she yowls like a stray cat fighting for dumpster scraps as she wipes her wrist over her cheek dramatically. “That’s it! That’s it, I swear!” Steve protests, sitting back with his hands up in a gesture of peace. “Disgusting,” Robin mutters. “Yeah, well, mutual,” Steve says, and his eyes betray that he’s on the verge of a laugh–likely at Robin’s dramatic reaction. The kiss had been like something shared on Christmas days and, frankly, you had seen Steve kiss Robin’s forehead with more passion last year on New Year’s Eve. Your own lips were right on the edge of a grin, actually; Robin and Steve, together, always brought out a sense of family that just felt joyful to you. “Anyway,” Steve says, “You get to spin now.” Robin sniffs, rolling her eyes in return, and her hand reaches for the bottle. You’ve never noticed before how smooth her hands are, how soft the skin looks. The polish over her clipped nails is chipping slightly, and you can see what you think must be a small scar on one of her knuckles. When the bottle stops spinning, pointing at Steve, you burst into giggles, drunk on either the alcohol of the budding euphoria in your stomach.
“See,” Robin says, “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to play your stupid little kid game, Harrington!” “Yeah,” Steve replies, pushing his fingers up through his hair, “That doesn’t count. Spin again.” Robin looks at you, quickly, then spins the bottle. She’s spun it harder this time, and it seems like the three of you are waiting forever for the glass to stop grinding gently over your floors. When it does come to a stop, pointing vaguely in your direction, the two of you look at each other. “What do you think?” She asks. “Is it close enough?” “Close enough,” you say, and you use your hands to shift your weight forward, coming closer to her on all fours. When you can touch her, you duck your head slightly, pressing your lips to hers gently. Her lips are smooth and they feel damp, like she’s applied her favorite chapstick before coming over. You start to pull back–worried you’re going to make her uncomfortable–when she finally leans into the kiss as well, using one of her hands to cradle the back of your neck and hold your mouth to hers. When her hand loosens, you pull back and look at her. This close, you can tell that there is a definite blush spreading over her cheeks, and her eyes seem wider than usual. Her lips are rosy, the delicate cupid’s bow seeming almost to quiver as she breathes quickly through the small gap between her top and lower lip. Almost in unison, the two of you turn to look at Steve. His pupils are wide, his eyes darker, and he’s got a faint blush running up his own neck. You start to sit back, immediately prepared to apologize, when you notice the slight bulge in his jeans. “Steve,” you whisper, your head tilting slightly. “Are you enjoying yourself, babygirl?” He asks. You turn, looking back at Robin, who’s blush darkens, and nod. “I want to see you happy,” Steve says from behind you, and you look at Robin’s eyes. She’s watching your mouth, her pupils dilated when she makes eye contact with you. 
“Robin?” You whisper. She blinks quickly, her long lashes blowing her eyes clear. “Is this okay?” You ask her. Her face is still only inches from yours, the heat radiating off her body beating against your face like a warm summer breeze across your skin. Robin’s lower lip disappears into her mouth, gnawing it between her teeth like she does when she knows she’s said something really stupid, and she turns to look at Steve. You hear his smooth voice across the silence of your living room: “It’s okay with me.” Without ever answering your question, Robin wraps her delicate fingers around the nape of your neck, pulling your face to hers as she pushes her lips against yours fiercely. The electricity between the two of you is instant, is chemical–maybe pushed to the surface by the beer, which you can taste in Robin’s mouth as her lips open and her tongue slides over yours. You tilt your head, pressing your nose into her face as you kiss her aggressively–there’s a delicate balance to kissing Robin, one that’s wholly different from your experiences with Steve. She feels gentle, almost timid under your fingers as they slide over her throat, pinching slightly as you desperately try to find a place to hold her. Robin’s movements are quick, rapid in their lightness, like she knows you’ll pull back soon. You push your weight into her; she leans back, slightly, as you use your body to press her against the couch. You sit back, suddenly, and she freezes. For a second, you just look at her: the dim lights in your apartment are glowing against her collarbone, her cheekbones, and her eyelids are drooping hazily. Her mouth is still puckered, slowly pulling short breaths that raise her shoulders and make her chest heave. You slide closer to her, closing the last of the distance between the two of you as you touch your mouth to hers and place your hand over her heartbeat, letting it’s rapid pulse echo through your own body.
When you finally pull back, head dizzy and hands shaking, you sit back on your heels and truly, deeply stare at Robin. There’s a lot to be said for the way it feels to live out your fantasies: kissing Robin was different than you had ever dreamed, but already you were eyeing her body, looking for the next place you could press your mouth to. When you turned on your knees, bumping the forgotten brown bottle and sending it rolling under the couch, Steve was staring at you. You tucked your chin slightly, locking your jaw, and traced your eyes up, over his body as he sat cross-legged. When your eyes got to his face, you were prepared to see anger, mistrust, maybe even a smirk; what you saw instead shocked you. Steve’s eyes were wide, his jaw loose, and the look in his eyes was the kind you usually only saw when you had him under your thighs, pinning him down to your shared bed. You blinked at him, once, slowly, and he immediately held his arms open to you. “Come here, baby,” he half growled, and you closed the gap between the two of you while Robin panted behind you. Settling yourself over Steve, you straddle his hips with your thighs, snaking your fingers up over his neck and into his long hair. He tilts his head up slightly, and his lips move as he silently begs you to touch him. Slowly, making him wait for it, you dip your head to his mouth. You kiss him more gently than you kissed Robin–where kissing Robin was fast and hard, kissing Steve is slow and soft. His lips are wide, settling against yours patiently as you administer feather light touches to his skin. Your lips slide, slowly, down to his chin and over his jawline, and you go as slow as you can stand to. He moans under you, quietly, and you can feel him aching against the seam of his jeans as you draw out each second away from his skin. 
“Um,” Robin’s voice is hushed from behind you. “Should I–I mean, I should leave, I think.” You pull your mouth back from where you’re sucking Steve’s throat, whipping your head back towards Robin quickly. “Don’t,” you say before you have time to consider the word. “Look,” Robin says, raising her hands to chest level, palms out–a classic Steve Harrington, peace bringer, move. “I don’t know what, um, foreplay this is that you two are, like, in to or whatever, but I just–” “It’s not foreplay,” Steve says, his voice quiet. “I want her happy.” He’s staring at Robin as he says this, and you feel a blush snake over your body as you bite your lip. “Well, I’m not just here to teach you how to–I don’t know, fucking get your girlfriend off or whatev–” “Hey,” Steve says, a note of offense in his voice. “I don’t need you to teach me anything. She just–I mean, she–” “I have a crush on you, Robin,” you say, your voice small. It’s embarrassing to admit, even though her bottom lip had just been between your teeth minutes ago. Robin looks at you, her sharp eyebrows narrowing together. “But you’re with Steve,” she says, her voice thick with confusion. “You’re not the first girl who’s picked Harrington over me, but I just–” You shake your head at her. “Steve and I got together before I knew I liked you,” you say. “So…you like Harrington. And you like me.” You nod, slowly, watching her eyes narrow as she tries to make sense of what you’ve said. “Steve. You knew she liked me?” He shrugs, nodding slightly. “And you wanted her to kiss me?” You turn back to Steve at Robin’s question, interested in hearing his answer yourself. He reaches out, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone as his fingers settle under your jawbone. “Like I said,” he murmurs, eyes on yours. “I want my babygirl to be happy.”
“Okay,” Robin says, a note of skepticism in her voice. “I still feel like I should leave. You got to kiss me and Steve got to kiss you and everybody’s happy now, so I’m going to–” “You could stay,” you interrupt her. You turn back to Steve, and he’s looking at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. You widen your eyes at him in question and he nods. “Stay the night with us, Robin,” you say, turning back to her. “But I’m…I mean. I’m not like you,” she says. “I don’t want Steve and you, I just want you and I just–” You grin as her words flow out, her mouth moving faster than her brain as usual so she doesn’t even realize she’s said she wants you. “I don’t want you either,” Steve says, half grimacing as he shakes his head at Robin. “I’m not going to touch you; I just want to touch her,” he says, wrapping his thick fingers around your waist at his words. You can’t help the hot feeling of desire that snakes it’s way up from between your thighs at his words, and you feel your breath hitch slightly at his words, causing Steve to squeeze his fingers into your skin slightly. Robin’s eyes flick to his hands on your skin, and the desire in her eyes is palpable. “So, what?” She asks, her voice hushed, eyes on the floor. “I spend the night with the two of you, and then we spend the rest of our lives with the two of you happy and me as some sort of third-wheel?” The pain in her face makes your heart physically feel like it’s breaking, and you can’t stop the way your jaw drops as a tiny hitch of breath breaks out of her throat. “Robin,” you say, gently, watching tears build in her almond-shaped eyes. “You’re always going to be a part of our family.” She raises her face, eyes hopeful as one tear shines it’s way down her cheek, splattering a dark stain on her top; you don’t even decide to reach out her, but suddenly your fingers are waiting in the dim light, a link between her and you, and you and Steve, if she wants to take it. When her fingers slip across yours, you feel a breath loose from your chest that you didn’t know you were holding. You gently tug her wrist, pulling her body to yours, as you turn back to Steve. He looks up at you again, grinning, and whispers, “Happy?” Instead of replying, you just press your grinning mouth against his. 
When Robin wraps her arms around your waist from behind, bringing her hands up to cup your breasts as you lean forward over Steve’s lap, you feel your heart racing through all of your skin, the pulse beating like the thin skin between you and Steve, between you and Robin, is too much separation. Your core is hot, already aching with a soft, slow need for something, someone. You rub your hips against Steve’s lap, delighting in the sensation of your body over his and the way Robin’s arms squeeze you slightly tighter to keep her torso pressed to your back as you move. Her head lowers to the space between your shoulder and neck, sliding her lips down over your pulse dancing along the side of your throat, and she nips at you softly. The gasp she elicits breaks through your mouth right as Steve’s fingers come up under your jaw, pulling your chin to angle your mouth to his. His lips are soft against yours, and the wide, flat of his palm snakes up your side to your breast, sliding his fingers between Robin’s to squeeze your soft skin. You feel grateful, suddenly, that you had thought this was a casual night-in originally, as Steve’s thick fingers pinch and roll your nipple unhindered by a bra. You gasp into his mouth, and Robin’s hand on your other breast quickly begins mimicking Steve’s actions. It it almost overwhelming, this feeling of two sets of hands sliding over you, tickling your skin, teasing and pinching you, and you have to break your mouth away from Steve’s just long enough to gasp, trying to force as much air as you can down your throat. 
“You okay, baby?” Steve asks, burrowing his head along the side of your neck Robin has left untouched so far. His hair brushes against your jaw, tickling slightly, as Robin presses her teeth into your skin on the other side. You want to tell them, both, that you feel incredible, that your body feels like it’s got the sun tethered under your skin, that you want both of them to touch you like this for the rest of your life, but all that comes out of your mouth is a slight whimper. Robin pulls her head back, and you feel her turn to look at Steve. “Is she okay?” She asks, a note of panic in her voice as the same sound comes out of you a second time. “She will be,” Steve says, and you can hear the sadistic tone to his voice that means he’s going to give you exactly what you’re already begging for. He runs his tongue over your throat, pausing with his lips lightly against your ear. “Want us to take you to the bedroom, baby girl?” Your fingers tighten, knotting in his hair, and the other hand reaches behind you for Robin, sliding up her neck to tighten in her long strands of hair as well. Steve sits back, slightly, and slips you off his lap on to the floor. You would whine, but he’s pressed you directly against Robin and you take the opportunity to tighten your hand on her neck and bend her head down to kiss you. Your mouth is hungry against hers, hard and desperate as you seek her touch. You sense Steve standing up in front of you, and you pull your mouth away from Robin’s to look at him as he leans down, slipping his arms around your thighs and lifting you, wrapping your thighs around his waist. He looks over his shoulder at Robin still panting on the floor. “You coming?” You turn to look at her just in time to see her flush at his words before giving a tense nod. She stands quickly, following Steve as he carries you back to the bedroom. 
He sets you down in the center edge of the mattress, the soft comforter tickling the back of your knees as his fingers wrap around the hem of your shirt, pulling it directly over your head and exposing your breasts. The air is cool against your skin, and your nipples harden again. Steve can’t stop himself from letting his tongue wet his lips and, when he sees you smile in return, he drops his head, his hair tickling your collarbones as his tongue slides over your soft skin. You gasp, wrapping your hands around the back of his head to keep him there as his fingers slide down, hooking in the sides of your shorts and underwear. He pulls back suddenly, his large hands on your shoulders as he pushes you down to the mattress before hooking them back against your hips to push the fabric there off of your skin. Standing in between your legs, your flushed skin making the air feel cooler and forcing you to be overly aware of your nudity, Steve strips his own shirt off, unbuckles his jeans, and lets them slide to the floor. He’s staring at you, his boxers tight in the center where his erection is bulging. You turn your head to the side, however, looking for Robin. She stands, uncertain, at the edge of the room. Her eyes are wide, and you can’t help but notice that the fingers of one of her hands are resting over her own breast, squeezing slightly. “Come here,” you whisper, your voice rasping almost like hers does. Robin’s eyes flick to Steve again, and he nods at her, smiling slightly. With this permission granted, Robin crosses her hands over her waist, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it up; she tosses it on the floor, next to your own, and slips her pants off to leave in a puddle of fabric on the floor. In her underwear, she walks to the mattress you’re sprawled on and climbs up, her knees coming slowly closer to your torso. 
Robin places one arm over your torso, and the fingers of the other slip down your skin. Your skin pebbles under her touch, and the heat of your blush can’t bring the gooseflesh back down. You bring your hand up to her small hip, sliding your fingers against her skin as you loop them under her the sides of her underwear. You look up at Robin’s face over you, and she nods slightly. Your fingers pull the fabric down slightly and her own hands help you, bringing the fabric between her knees before she manipulates them over her legs to toss on the floor behind her. She leans down over you, pressing her mouth against yours again, as Steve rubs slow circles with his thick fingers over your thighs. Your hand slips from Robin’s hips, lower down to her soft skin, pressing into her sex with the pads of your fingers and she moans into your mouth, the sound low and angelic. You take this as permission, and slide your middle finger along her slit, feeling the thick moisture there as she stifles a groan against your mouth. You run your fingers against her again, taking delight in the way her hips roll over your hand. Before either of you can think about it, you slide your middle and ring fingers into her entrance, a slight push allowing you to glide inside of her to your knuckles. She gasps, her open mouth on yours, and you take the opportunity to snag her lower lip between your teeth and bite gently. The moan she lets out reminds you of all the other sounds you’ve heard her make before, but it’s gentler. Usually, she sounds like a cat, one frequently on the verge of scratching, but now, here, on your fingers, she has turned to a kitten who cries out gently as your thumb brushes over her swollen clit. 
You continue to pump your hand in and out of her tight warmth, using your thumb to circle her clit as you do, and she rolls her hips, fucking herself on your fingers. Her head shifts back, slightly and she whimpers softly, a honeyed “fuck” dropping off her tongue as you feel the first of her tightenings around your digits; Steve takes this moment to dig his thumbs into the inside of your thighs, using his fingers to stroke faster circles over your skin. You have to stop yourself from increasing the pace of your hand, desperate to bring her to her edge and send her over, desperate to watch Robin’s face contort as her body does. You increase the pressure of your thumb just slightly, knowing you’ve done the right thing when a high pitched moan snakes out of her mouth. Finally, she tosses her head back completely, the sounds coming out of her mouth completely animalistic as her eyebrows slide together and her mouth drops open. Her chest is heaving, and her fingers claw into the comforter around you. You feel a moment of satisfaction despite your own need, but it is cut short by the distraction of Steve’s mouth against your inner thigh. You gasp, still shifting your fingers inside of Robin as her aftershocks subside, and Steve runs his tongue up your center. “Fuck,” you exhale, and he stands up, placing himself in between your thighs with a self-satisfied grin at capturing your attention. His boxers have disappeared while you were distracted by Robin, and his hand is wrapped around his erection, pumping slowly as he watches your face. With a slight smile, you nod at him and Steve buries himself in you to his base. You brush your thumb over Robin’s clit again at the same time, and for a moment the room is filled with the sound of all three of you gasping at the same time. 
Steve waits, placing his fingers around your hips as you adjust to the feeling of him inside of you. “Okay, babygirl?” He asks, quietly, his hair slipping over his forehead. You nod and he begins shifting his hips, pushing himself in and out of you as his thumbs press into your skin. Despite the pressure of his hands, you still roll your hips against him, desperate for more friction–he feels good inside of you, filling you perfectly, but you need more somehow, more contact. He takes the hint, bringing one of his hands down to place his palm over your mound as his thumb slips in between your folds to rub long, languid strokes against the sensitive bundle of nerves above where the two of you are joined. You gasp, your head rolling back into the soft mattress, but it still somehow isn’t enough. You turn your head, looking at Robin as she watches your face contort with the sounds working their way out of your chest, and you whimper. “What is it, baby?” Steve asks, his pace faltering slightly. “What do you need from me?” You shake your head, eyes still on Robin. “Do you need Robin?” You nod, jaw clamped together against the sounds trying to burst out of your mouth. Steve slows his movement inside of you, starting to pull out, and you whip your head back to look at him. “No,” you practically growl, and he stills. “I want you inside me,” you say, and the side of his mouth tilts up as he slides back into you again. He runs his hands under your thighs, lifting you slightly and pulling you down just an inch or two to settle your body farther down on his length while he stands at the edge of the bed. You moan, softly, and look back at Robin. “What do you want from me, babygirl?” Robin’s use of Steve’s pet name for you makes your heart flutter in your chest, and you know he’s feeling a sense of pride right now. “I want you,” you say, and it comes out as a whine. She blushes slightly, turning her head to share a grin with Steve at the end of the bed. “Tell me exactly what you want,” she says, reaching a hand out to brush her fingers over a strand of your hair that has stuck to your forehead as you sweat. “I want you on my mouth,” you blurt out, and her eyes go wide with desire. You turn back to look at Steve, whose eyebrows are raised as he fails to bite back a grin. 
“Anything for you, babygirl,” Robin says, and she lifts herself up, settling her hips over your face. Steve slowly begins to pick up his pace again, thrusting in to your molten core as your tongue slowly slides in between Robin’s lips. She sighs quietly, settling more of her weight around you as your hands slide up her torso to squeeze her breasts over your head. Steve is moaning slightly, his fingers tightening around your thighs, and you decide to skip the foreplay with Robin’s body, wrapping your lips around her clit and sucking. She gasps, and when you lightly graze your teeth against her you can feel her thighs shake around your face. The combined pressure of her earlier orgasm and watching you get fucked by Steve has kept her close to a second orgasm, and you can feel her core tense over you as you run your tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves in between your lips. With Robin’s orgasm so close already and the feeling of Steve filling you, you feel your own muscles start to tighten. Steve takes his signal from your body, bringing one of his hands up to press lightly against your stomach, and you are suddenly moaning into Robin’s warmth, still desperately working your tongue against her as your muscles hitch inside your body, bringing you crashing over the edge Steve has spent hours working you towards since he first suggested drinking, and you almost worry you’re going to go blind as your legs shake and white pinpoints of light flicker over your vision. Robin moans as well, and you feel her come over your face, dripping down your chin as she bucks her hips against your hands still desperately holding her in place. Steve is the last to finish, his soft grunts turning into low moans of “fuck, babygirl, fuck” as his fingers bruise your skin and he buries himself in you, letting his orgasm fill the deep need inside of your core. His cum is thick as he twitches inside of you and his hands claw at your skin desperately as your aftershocks quiver around him, pulling his cock further into you as he fucks you through his orgasm, pushing the heavy mixture of his seed and your arousal back out of your body with each thrust. 
Finally, there is quiet in the bedroom except for the sounds of the three of you panting. Robin lifts her legs from around your face, sliding over to one side of the bed before she leans down to kiss you again, moving her tongue in between your lips to taste the mixture of your mouth and her orgasm and wiping your chin softly with her fingers. You sit up, just enough to slide your body back more fully on to the mattress, and lay back down, feeling the plush come up behind every pulse point of your skin. Robin settles down next to you, turning on her side so her face is tilted to yours and you can watch the flush slowly recede under her skin as her breathing slows. She gently puts one hand over your breastbone, watching her own fingers move as you inhale. Steve is the last to join you on the bed, still breathing heavy as he settles himself on his side next to you. He buries his head in the skin of your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent as he presses his lips to the spot under your ear. “Are you happy, baby girl?” He asks. Your eyelids feel heavy, your body spent and satiated, and your heart–your heart feels like, if they could see it right now, it would be shining a nearly blinding golden light of joy. You nod, and he sighs. Robin, quietly, says “That’s a yes, right?” and you almost laugh at her, but you just turn your head to her and smile before nodding again. She smiles and then purrs almost as she settles herself closer to you. Steve wraps an arm around your ribs, slipping his fingers around the top of your stomach as he pushes his torso closer to yours. “Harrington,” Robin rasps, voice thick with sleep already. “You’re touching me.” “Then move over,” Steve says, yawning, but she stays where she is, already asleep. “We’re going to need a bigger bed,” Steve mutters, and the room fills with the sound of their quiet breathing. 
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Hell Raiser Part 2
I'm stuck in bed and sick so here's part 2 of Hell Raiser
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Saturday at Family Video was notoriously busy, but on that particular Saturday, Robin and Steve had been swamped, drowned, revived, and sunk again. The video store was so busy that some shelves had started to empty, and they'd run out of tapes to restock the spaces. It wasn't the busy aspect of the day that was causing the two employees the most upset on their shift. It was the customers themselves. They were…well…weird!
Steve looked at his watch, "Jesus Christ. I'm sure I checked my watch an hour ago, and it was five past, but now it's only quarter past!" His elbows hit the counter in front of him, and his head fell into his hands.
"Oh, what happened to the Steve from this morning, huh?" Robin does her best Steve stance mimicking the one hand on her hip and the other running through the side of her hair with a big smile. "Love is in the air today, Rob! It's everywhere! Today is gonna be our day. I can feel it!" She says in her best Steve impersonation.
He raised his head from his hands to offer her a sarcastic smile in return, "Yes, very funny, ok, I get it. I was wrong. Today sucks!"
Robin cupped her hand to her ear, "Oh, what was that again, the great Steve Harrington admitting he was wrong about something? Has hell frozen over?" She said, putting her hands to her mouth in pretend shock. One of Steve's hands went to his hip as the other pointed at her and was about to say something when there was a crash of tapes.
"Hey! For the last time, if you aren't renting anything, get out of here!" Steve hopped over the counter and went to pick up the pile of tapes from the floor at the feet of the lip-locked couple, who were paying him no attention whatsoever. Steve looked around the store, and it was full of couples getting way too friendly with each other for his liking. He shoved the tapes roughly back onto the shelf and stomped into the backroom. He re-emerged with a step and stood on it, "Listen up, dipshits!! If you don't rent or return something within the next five minutes, you should leave because this is a video store, not your gross little bedrooms, ok?!" Steve shouted, and this time that did gain him the attention of everyone in the store, but also the attention of his supervisor Keith, who had just walked through the door.
Keith raised his hands up to a red in the face, chest heaving, furious Steve, "Hey Stevie, baby. Listen, ok, come on down, everything is ok. People are just having a little fun, that's all" Steve noted that Keith's tone was different. It was… unnatural, it was…sweet? Steve turned and shared a concerned glance with Robin, who looked just as weirded out as he felt. "Come on, come on. That's it. Why don't you go make yourself a nice herbal tea? I've got a box full in my stash round back," Keith said as he lifted his hands to help Steve down. Out of pure fear and confusion, Steve accepted daintily and stepped down. "What's gotten into you, Stevie? You're my number one guy here, right?" Keith threw an arm around a bewildered Steve, "Tell Papa Keith what the problem is, yeah. He's gonna fix everything for you." Steve was trying hard to hide the look of disgust on his face. This was weird, too weird. Then suddenly, a partial answer appeared. A woman in a form-fitting electric blue dress entered the store and immediately latched onto Keith's arm, pulling him thankfully away from Steve and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"What's taking so long, pooky? I thought you were just gonna grab a movie and come back to me," she pouted at him, snuggling in closer. Steve blinked several times to make sure this was not, in fact, a nightmare. Steve mouthed 'Pooky' at Robin with a bewildered look. Keith and this woman did not compute in Steve's mind, but he had been wrong about relationship pairings in the past, so he tried his best to move past it.
"I was honeysuckle, but Stevie here is having some kind of breakdown, and I couldn't just leave him. He seemed really distressed" Keith kisses the tip of her nose, which pulls a giggle from her, and they both turn to look at Steve, "Are you distressed, Stevie?"
Robin must have heard the metaphorical kettle whistling coming from Steve's ears as his blood came to a boil because she quickly interrupted, "I think maybe Steve is just a little run down, that's all, we're eager to head out tonight, and you know how we don't like to leave until we've made our quota and the store is in a suitable state to leave for your shift tomorrow" This was a complete lie when that clock indicated shift end, they couldn't get out of here quickly enough.
"Aw pooky, your staff really love you. I mean, I can't blame them" Then she leaned in and whispered, not nearly quietly enough, "And all that respect, you really must be a big boss-" Steve quickly blurted something out to stop hearing any more of this.
"What is going on? How long have you two been together? Why is the store full of disgusting noises and people that don't know the meaning of consumerism?!!" Steve aimed the last sentence at the nearest canoodling customer couple. Out of fright, one of them picked up the closest tape, without looking, and took out their Family Video Membership card. Then without taking their eyes off, the clearly pissed-off Harrington handed them to Robin.
Keith turned to his girlfriend, "Apple blossom do you mind waiting in the car. I think I need to have a private word with Stevie. He seems very tense."
"Nice to meet you, Robin. Nice to meet you, Stevie," She said, waving them goodbye.
Steve screwed his eyes up tightly, "It's Steve", he said through gritted teeth tapping his badge.
Keith cupped Steve's face in his hands, "Oh, my precious Stevie. You don't know, do you?" Keith laughed in realisation and squeezed his hands together, making Steve's mouth pucker up like a goldfish. Steve forced out a sound and expression that indicated he, in fact, didn't know. "Of course! You were both on shift last night. You didn't go, did you?" Keith said, releasing his grip and gently tapping Steve on either side of his face. "It's this place at the carnival. It's magic."
"What do you mean by magic?" Steve said, crinkling up his nose at this nonsense.
"It brings you the love of your life!" Keith said animatedly. The couple at the counter that Robin had just served nodded in agreement smiling at the group. Then their eyes landed back on each other, and a dreamy stare overtook them again. Steve clapped his hands loudly and nodded at the tape on the counter, which one of them picked, and they left the store.
Robin leant over the counter, giving Keith her full attention, "How does it work? Is it-Is it like a…er…matchmaker? Is it expensive? Do they make you do a quiz on phobias so you don't get the wrong person?"
"No, not at all. It's completely free. All you have to do is sing a song in front of an audience," Keith beamed excitedly.
Robin grabbed one of Steve's now folded arms, "Hear that, Stevie? The people of our dreams are only a serenade away!"
"That's impossible. It must be a setup or something." Steve reasoned.
"I don't know what to tell you, but it worked for me and probably most of the people here, I'm guessing. Well, apart from you two, obviously," Keith said, giving them a pitying look.
"Ok, let's say that's true. What did you sing?" Steve asked Keith, still not sold on the whole thing.
Keith smiled wide, "Devil with a blue dress on."
"But she had a blue dress on today," Robin said confusedly as Keith locked eyes with Steve and knowingly pumped his eyebrows at him. It was almost enough to tip Steve over the edge again, but he managed to keep it together.
"You know what, my little x-wings, how about this, finish serving up the people in here. Stock up what you can, and then call it a day, huh? Get yourself to the carnival. You won't regret it. I promise you." Keith smiled happily at them.
Steve and Robin exchanged a look for a second before they rushed around the store, herding the various couples to the counter as Keith grabbed a video and saluted them a very happy goodbye.
Not twenty minutes later, Robin is at the front door waiting for Steve to do the final checks so she can lock up.
"I can't believe it! We finished a whole four hours early!" Robin rejoiced, "We didn't even have to deal with the late-night creeps!"
Steve checked his reflection in the window before smoothing down the sides of his hair and moving a few strands around. "Are we really gonna do this? Go to this magic carnival karaoke?"
Robin put her hands on Steve's arms and said gently, looking up at him, "At this point in the demolition derby that is our respective love lives, what do we have to lose?"
"Self-respect, the respect of the people of the town?" Steve says, looking concerned, "What if I just embarrass myself up there? Or worse, what if it doesn't work for me?"
"Ok, first of all, you never had anyone's respect Steve, and second of all. If it doesn't work for you, it won't work for me either. You know how this dynamic works. We're platonically bonded, Stevie," She said genuinely but ended with a smirk.
"Ate two booty," Steve said mockingly with wide eyes.
Robin stopped and stared at him, "It's Et Tu Brute."
"Yeah, that's what I said, ate two booty," Steve said with a frown as he muttered something about her never listening to him. Robin decided to leave it be. She wanted to try this carnival, and Steve was her ride. She didn't want to annoy him too much. Ok, so it wasn't just that. She was scared too. What if she did meet the love of her life in the middle of a massive carnival in Hawkins, she couldn't just go for it in front of all those people, right? But if she had Steve with her, she had a safety net, her best friend.
"Ok, so, drop me off at home and pick me up around seven?" Robin tested.
Steve reluctantly nodded, "Sure" He threw his hands up, "Why the hell not, right? What's the worst that could happen?"
Several hours later, Steve was parked up outside Robin’s house, waiting for her. He was passing the time, double-checking his outfit and hair. If that night was going to be the night he finally met The One, he would make sure he looked and smelled his best. Robin seemed to also have had the same idea, wearing an outfit that looked like she had just been working on the latest John Hughes movie, and even she was wearing perfume, which was something Steve had never known her to do. She spluttered and waved around her hand as she got in, “Jeez Steve, Macy’s called. They’d like their fragrance department back when you’ve finished with it.”
“Do you want a ride to this thing or not?” he blinked at her. He obviously had no intention of letting Robin go to this thing alone. It sounded too good to be true, and in Steve’s experience, if it sounded that way, it generally was. That aside, it was a crowded carnival in Hawkins, and with what they’d both been through the last few years, it was better to be together in case something kicked off than apart.
Once they got to the carnival, they headed straight for the tent. No sense in waiting around all night. The queue looked long, but it was moving quite quickly, but there was still time to kill.
"So, do you already know what you're gonna sing to Hawkins to lasso your soulmate in?" Steve asked with a large helping of sarcasm, but he was genuinely curious too.
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna go for Angel by Madonna. I think lyrically that fits," she leans in to whisper to Steve, "and it's not gender specific, so I don't have to sing about a guy" Steve nodded in understanding, "What about you?"
"Africa by Toto," Steve said quickly, and Robin's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"You sure about that one, buddy? You're after one girl, not a whole country, right?" Robin said, half joking, but was still unsure how this whole magic thing worked. Steve pursed his lips and waved her toward the gap that had emerged in front of them.
In no time at all, they were past the pyros and into the tent itself. Steve felt something was off about this place, he wasn't sure if it was how the materials billowed down towards them or how narrow the passageway was, but he was starting to feel almost suffocated. "You know, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. They're probably just gonna fleece us, right? Some kind of scam or something," Steve said with a shrug.
"Pretty big production to convince two people that work at a video store to part with no money, Steve," Robin says, rolling her eyes, "If you're worried about it, just wait outside, or, you know, don't sing, No one is gonna judge you for it" Robin didn't really want Steve to go outside honestly this place was so dimly lit, shadows were cast all over and a few times already had made her jump, but having her best friend by her side, helped conquer that fear, especially for the promise of the impossible, her true love.
They finally reached a more illuminated part of the path and saw the embossed plaque. Steve ran his fingers over it, "Huh, that's weird."
"What's weird," Robin said suddenly, snapping her head to Steve.
"The arrow. I've seen it before on an old plaque from the war at my grandfather's. The back of Robin's hand hit his chest lightly in annoyance.
"It's probably a similar stamp, that's all", she said as they watched the person in front of them disappear behind a thick set of curtains. "You know, like in a set or something," she said with a gulp and reached for Steve's hand. That was all the indication he needed to take point and pushed through the curtains to the next section. The loss of illumination behind them made the page-filled binder and podium in the distance look so bright, but in the area where they currently stood, the darkness crept around and upon them. Robin firmly pressed herself to Steve's back, still gripping his hand. They'd been through horrors together, but what is to say, the next weird thing they get pulled into in Hawkins won't be infinitely worse.
"I think it's ok, Rob. It's just some weird guy and a book." Steve assured her, and whilst that was confident enough to bring her to his side, he still forced his one shoulder in front of hers. They could see a person at the podium but could hear absolutely nothing, no matter how close they got. Once that person disappeared, it was like a bubble popped and sounds other than one another resumed.
"Don't be shy little ones. Step forward into the light." The voice above them beckons pleasantly. They did as asked and looked up at the red-caped beautiful woman with incredibly long, flowing, curly dark hair, a shining welcoming smile on her face as she stretched her arms out to them and once close enough, she raised her hand to motion them to stop. Steve and Robin cannot look away from the ethereal beauty. She looked them over and giggled, pointing at their joined hands, "Seems you don't need the assistance?"
"No! we do, we really do!" Robin blurts out, "Help us, please!" Now Steve wasn't unaccustomed to Robin blurting things out, but with such desperation to a stranger seemed strange.
"Oh," the figure above them says with another melodic giggle, "I love a riddle. When is a couple not a couple?" There is a blast of a familiar floral aroma, lavender, into the space.
"We're just very close friends", Robin emphasises, and the figure looms over the lectern edge at them, observing them, analysing them.
"Friends", she peered over at them, looking intensely at each in turn, "yes, of course," their melodic voice seemed to stretch into something a little reedier. "Knows", they nodded at Steve, "Suspects", they smiled with an unnaturally rapid tilt of her head, almost like their neck snapped. Robin adjusted her fingers between Steve's, and the heat built at her palm as her fear increased. Steve looked Robin over and observed the occasional swallows at her throat. He was curious about Robin's suspicions, but he also knew she was afraid. So he resolved to speed up the process.
"Alright, that's enough," Steve said in his most Dad-wrangling-a-bunch-of-kids tone at the figure above them, "I get it, you gotta scare people. You've scared us. Mission accomplished. now if we could move on to whatever the next part is, so we can leave this moth-eaten, musty tent as soon as possible, that would be fantastic." He flashed his best closed-mouth customer service smile at the performer.
"Oh, yes, but of course, we wouldn't want to make a Harrington wait now, would we? Choose your song," They reply, almost with a slight wheeze weaving around their words. Steve felt himself falter for a second. They knew his name. He shakes it off. So did most people in Hawkins? He steps forward towards the binder full of aged paper. The figure above lurches right over the lectern, their hand splayed in a stop motion inches from Steve's face, before twisting jerkily into a finger pointing at Robin, before their hand jerks to turn over and beckons Robin towards the base of the lectern.
As Robin followed instructions, she released Steve's hand. He tried to gain his grip on it again but couldn't. Robin stepped forward almost in slow motion. The figure above them retracted back to standing like a spring that had just been released from its stretch. Steve moves around to the side a little to better look at Robin's face. His eyes on her ensured she was ok, but they would dart up to the performer too. Be vigilant. Steve had no trust for them. He knew something was wrong here. He just couldn't quite figure it out. The dimensions of this place made no sense. The person in charge was weird, everything about this place was old, yet it had a karaoke machine. His train of thought was broken by the rapid sound of fluttering, his eyes went to the noise, not to find a bug or bird, but Robin's fingers moved the pages of the binder faster than he could make out. The rest of her stationary, static with closed eyes. Her hand was a blur. Suddenly her hand slammed down onto a page, and Robin's eyes opened. Her normal relaxed posture resumed, and she looked at the paper. A smile spread across her face as she turns to Steve with a laugh of disbelief.
"Ha! It's Drop the pilot!" Robin said excitedly and stepped aside for Steve to take his turn. Not wanting to be controlled by this apparent hypnotist or whatever they were. Steve stepped into the space without hesitation and began turning the pages, which were all blank. Impossible the books could not have been switched that quickly! He had been watching the whole time.
"Know what you're looking for, Master Harrington?" A voice says. He looked at the person above him, but their mouth was not moving. However, their speech continued. "Oh, he thinks he does, a past romance, a cruel and unusual heartbreak that rendered him changed and unable to give his heart to anyone else. What if we told you, you were wrong? So very wrong," the voice cackles in his head. "The answers lie in the things you bury deep, so deep you try to ignore them yourself, but people already suspect Mr Harrington, and soon they'll all know" A wave of shame crashed over Steve. That was his secret. In frustration, he thumps at the table.
"Hey, you ok, Steve?" He heard Robin's voice and turned to it like a lifesaver in his thoughts' bleak, never-ending ocean. He sighed, releasing some tension, and returned to the book. He read the words and laughed with relief.
"It's Brown Eyed Girl," he says to Robin.
"Very interesting," the actor said in their original melodic voice, "Enjoy your evening, my dears," she said and waved them towards the next curtained barrier.
As the curtains parted, the first thing to hit them was the room's heat, next the sort of sea of bodies dancing in unison in the centre of the space towards the stage. Then a few stationary people dotted around, and then the couples sprinkled throughout the area, not dissimilar to the scenes at Family Video earlier today. Robin looks at Steve, eyebrows raised hopefully. Steve would have been more on board with her enthusiasm if he hadn't started spotting other things that seemed out of place here. How the walls of a tent should be material, but between the billowing fabrics above him, Steve is sure he can see things from past eras. A car door from a 40s Cadillac, slivers of army recruitment posters, and the worst part is it looks like something is moving between the layers. It must be the wind, but the depressions in the fabric looked so purposeful. Robin tugged at his arm to pull Steve toward the queue and pull him from his thoughts.
"Robs, I got a weird feeling about this place," Steve says, looking around at the people in the crowd, many almost unblinking in their synchronised dancing.
"Don't chicken out on me now, Steve! We're so close!" Robin wasn't even really teasing Steve about this. She was almost pleading. She sighed, held his arms, and captured his attention, looking into his eyes. "After we've done our songs, you can go, ok? I know this is a lot for you. I know you're still hung up on this idea of Nancy, but maybe this is your chance to break away from it, Steve."
"What do you mean, the idea of Nancy?" Steve tried to deflect, "She doesn't even have brown eyes. Besides, she's with Jonathan" His insides squirmed. Suspects he heard in his head. He had loved Nancy, that was absolutely true, and he'd been chasing that same thing with other girls, sure, but it just wasn't happening for him. Then there were the other thoughts, the ones that made him cling to Nancy even tighter. Maybe too tightly.
"Sure, ok. Look, I'm next. That means in ten minutes, you're free to leave, ok?" Robin scrunches her nose adorably at him, “Please, Steve, just this once?” He absolutely overacts the sigh he lets out and nods in reluctant agreement.
A minute or two later, Robin took to the stage. She is not a performer per se, she gently swayed to the music and generally muttered out the lyrics for the most part, but then Steve noticed her stomp her foot, clench her free hand into a fist, and shut her eyes to belt out the chorus like it's her last chance at this.
Drop the pilot, try my balloon
Drop the monkey, smell my perfume
Drop the mahout, I'm the Easy Rider
Don't use your army to fight a losing battle
Animal, mineral, physical, spiritual
I'm the one you need, I'm the one you need
At that moment, Steve felt something shift in the atmosphere, like an invisible ripple of force, the centre of which was Robin. For a second, he’s sure he saw a light glow from under the stage, a rumble through the earth under his feet. The crowd were much more into the song now, which seemed to encourage Robin and further amped up the crowd. It was some sort of amplified energy exchange. Steve was sure Dustin would have the right words for this kind of thing like one was feeding off the other.
Robin took her enthusiastic bow and let out a raspy squeal of delight as she beamed over at Steve, hand extended towards him, holding the microphone. He could help but smile hugely back at her. It must be good if his best friend was this happy about something. So he decided to put all the charm he could muster into his performance like he was singing for his life. Occasionally he looked to Robin for a thumbs-up of support, and a few times, he got distracted by some sort of ruckus at the exit of the tent, but no one else seemed concerned, so he just continued.
Hey, where did we go?
Days when the rains came
Down in the hollow
Playin' a new game
Laughin' and a-runnin', hey, hey
Skippin' and a-jumpin'
In the misty morning fog with
Our, our hearts a-thumping and you
My brown-eyed girl
He handed off the mic to the next singer and descended the stairs with a jump. He was full of energy that seemed to buzz around and within him. He felt incredible.
“Ok, so what now?” Steve grins at Robin, who seems equally charged, sort of excitingly shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
“Er…I don’t know. I guess we wait around? Maybe something will happen?” She shrugged happily, but suddenly on the edge of Steve’s, hearing an argument, some kind of fight possibly? And it pulled him out of his happy bubble straight back into vigilant mode.
Suddenly someone rushed into the tent through the exit and bumped Robin, whom Steve instinctively pulled to him to protect, “HEY! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING, AS-” he yelled after the figure but was cut off by Robin’s finger pressed against his lips.
“Look,” She said in awe, pointing at the stuffed monkey on the floor. Steve looked at her in pure confusion, “The song I sang…Drop the monkey.” she half-sang the lyrics and launched herself towards the plush toy on the ground, pulling Steve with her through the crowd until they came to an abrupt halt. “OW!”Robin exclaimed, having butted heads with another person who seemed to have had the same idea about the stuffed toy. As Steve ran into his friend's defence, he stopped to observe something he had only ever seen on a movie screen.
Robin’s screwed-up eyes from the collision blinked open, and she looked down at her hand, which had another on top of her own. Her inquisitive blue eyes trailed up the mystery person’s arm, and their gazes met, causing electricity that Steve knew only too well. Robin and the opposite girl erupted into huge grins that soon opened to release soft bashful giggles.
“Are you ok?” Robin says, reaching up her hand to touch the other girl’s forehead and Steve checks around for anyone else looking at them, but the crowd are all otherwise occupied either with the show or someone of their own. The other girls nodded without a word, and Steve couldn't help but notice her eyes dancing between Robin’s eyes and mouth. Robin looked dazed, and the big smile on her face shrank to something softer and love-doped. “Is this your monkey?” Robin tries again. Her words are gentle and slow, and if Steve hadn't learned how to lip-read a little better this last year, he would have missed it entirely.
Steve watched the other girl for a response, he couldn't make it all out, but it was something like, “I lost my friends. So I came in here to watch the show” Robin blinked a few times, her shoulders seemed to drop in defeat, and her smile shrank again before the customer service smile appeared in its place, and Steve’s heart broke for her.
“You were watching my friend, Steve? He’s just here” Robin jutted her thumb towards him, and the girl looked up at him and almost jumped out of her skin like she hadn’t even realised he was there. He watches the girl go through a series of emotions looking at him, fear, worry and then. Finally, she wrinkled her nose and pressed her lips tightly as if steeling herself for something. She quickly turned back to Robin.
“No. I wasn't watching him, I saw you though.” Steve can see the girl breathing heavily like she might burst into tears.
“What? Really?” Robin offers back with a surprised laugh, and the girl nods, casting a quick worried glance at Steve. “Don’t worry, he’s ok”, Robin reassures her, and Steve notices Robin’s hand turn from the monkey to interlace her shaking fingers with her new acquaintance. Steve felt like he could just absolutely lose it, mainly for his best friend possibly finding something she thought impossible, but also a tiny hope for himself beginning to grow in the centre of his chest.
Steve waited around with Robin and her new friend, Donna, for a little while, mainly playing the third wheel, but he was worried about Robin’s safety. He had tried to keep his eyes open for his own potential meet-cute, but so far, nothing. Maybe he was too distracted by being guarded.
“You know, Steve, I think I’m good here,” Robin said, smiling at him. He scanned her over, and her expression seemed sure, as did Donna’s arm around her waist. “We might be leaving soon anyway.”
“I can give you a ride if you want. It’s fine. I was going to take Robin home anyway,” Steve offered, the worry still festering within him, but then Donna pulled out a set of keys and dangled them at him.
“I think I got it, Steve,” Donna said with a smirk, sending Steve’s eyes darting back to Robin, who shrugged and nodded so that Steve knew his presence was no longer wanted or required in this small dark space of the tent right now.
“Ok, fine” His one hand went to his hip, the other pointing accusingly at Robin, “You, let me
know when you are home safe. Time of call is irrelevant.” he turns his attention to Donna, “You, drive safely. No drink, no drugs, no handsy behaviour when driving, you hear me? Eyes on the road!” He takes a deep breath, “I’m happy for you both”, he mutters.
“I’m sure it will happen for you too, Steve. Maybe standing with two girls doesn't scream available, though?” Robin suggested, and Steve nodded, a little disappointed. He gives them a short wave and turns on his heel to leave. He probably looked back more times than he should, but this was scary stuff, especially out in the open of Hawkins like this. What if someone from school caught them? Robin’s life would be over. He was surprised she had been so blase about it. He decided that he would “leave”; by that, he meant wait outside the tent and stalk them like a ninja when they left, just to ensure they were safe.
As luck would have it, he found a shadowy area to lurk in, and settled into it as uncreepily as he could. He spotted a pack of camels and a metal lighter on the ground. Robin might have lectured him about it, but smoking could kill some time, so he picks them up. He turns the lighter over in his hands and reads the engraving with a laugh.
WHEN I DIE BURY
ME FACE DOWN SO
THE WHOLE WORLD
CAN KISS MY ASS
He wasn’t even halfway down his smoke before he heard the ear-splitting scream that sent him racing back into the tent.
“LOOK OUUUUUUT!”
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r-anela · 1 year
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Robin x female!reader
“Everything is better when you are here” trip to NYC
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Ohhh thats a good one.💚💚
I had to think a bit to sort it all out, but I hope you like it.
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"Bobiii, have you put everything in the car? We're about to leave" you walked past the living room into the kitchen with your backpack over one shoulder, only to hear Robin mumbling something in the bedroom. "What's wrong, hon?" Robin sounded stressed, so you hurried into the bedroom where she was rummaging around in the closet. "I can't find my favorite jacket, you know the denim jacket with the lettering you gave me" out of despair she continued to dig around in the closet. You, on the other hand, had to stifle a laugh because she had the jacket on, along with her plaid shirt. "Bobi, come here and calm down please". Hugging her, you threaded your arms under the jacket and pulled it off her shoulders "Babe, how about this one?". With a choking sound she made you understand how much she hated that pet name, but the next moment her eyes were on her sleeves and she burst out laughing." What would I do without you" "Without me you would forget your head at home , come let's go".
After a few minutes the two of you sat in the car and went over everything one more time to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything " Food?" "Check" "Music?" "Check" "Road map?" " Uhhh…" "Bobbi? If you're not driving it would be nice if you didn't neglect your navigator duties" you said as she stuck her tongue out at you. "Wait a minute, the bastard has to be here somewhere" after a short dig in the glove compartment she held it up triumphantly. "Well here we go then, NYC here we come!!!"
During the drive you sang along to every song that was playing, or talked about all the things you wanted to do in NYC. The plan was to stay for a week to feel as free as possible in the city that never sleeps. What Robin didn't know was that you had planned the vacation to hit right in line with the NYC Pride Parade. You wouldn't tell her until you arrived in NYC. But that wouldn't be until tomorrow night. Since you had to drive alone, you had planned to find a small motel after 5-6 hours.
The room in the motel was small, but it was clean, the two beds comfortable and it had a small bathroom. "Bobi, which bed should we take? It'll be a little cozy, but I don't think you want to sleep in separate beds, do you?" "No way, Dingus! We'll take this one!" she said, amused, and pulled you over to the bed, which was further away from the entrance.
A little later you were lying arm in arm, Robin's head on your chest, in the small bed looking up at the ceiling, Robin gently stroking your arm while you ran your hand through her hair. "I'm sorry I couldn't find us something better Bobbi" you whisper to the ceiling. "Oh you know, everything is better when you're here. Even a little shithouse of a motel room like this". She gave your breast a kiss and you pulled her to you to deepen it.
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lovesickrobin · 2 years
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Little Bit Distracted | Robin Buckley x Reader
Summary: Your crush suggesting everyone to strip down after being drenched in bat venom is definitely not how you thought your day would go.
Word Count: 0.8k
A/N: so this is my first fanfic I’ve written in hmmm maybe 2 years? I’m still getting used to it again so I’m sure I’ll get better with time. I used to write fanfics every single day and that’s gonna be a goal I pick back up! If you know me you know Robin is my biggest crush so writing a Robin fanfic again was amazing! I hope you enjoy! :)
Warnings: Nudity
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The Upside Down.
Filled with floating orbs, killer bats, and apparently four people who have zero clue what they’re doing.
You are way too busy stressing over your millionth near death experience with the bats to even remember your intense, head over heels, if you could you would be clinging to her every part of her body, crush on Robin. But she’s certainly about to bring that thought back to the forefront of your brain soon enough.
Steve and Eddie are doing this thing that looks like arguing, with it being an obvious cover for them to flirt and dance around that sexual tension everyone could see a mile away.
“Harrington, I’m just saying, the amount of moose and hairspray and shit you probably have in your hair, I honestly expected it to stay in place much, much longer!”
Eddie reaches to mess with his hair even more but Steve ducks, shooing his hand away.
“Oh I’m sorry I let down your expectations as I was BATTLING DEADLY BATS!” Steve says as he turns to face Eddie.
“Okay guys, not to break up the fun, but we have god knows what on us- probably venom, and it could be seriously poisonous. We need to get out of these clothes before our body consumes whatever bat shit liquid this is,” Robin interrupts.
Suddenly you were brought back down to earth- well not earth, since you’re technically in the upside down, which is probably not classified as earth, but whatever.
You pause as Robin takes her backpack off her shoulders and hands out spare clothing.
“Damn Robin, you were really prepared,” Steve says, taking the clothes from her.
“Gotta be ready for anything,” she responds.
You stand completely still, unable to move as Robin hands you your clothes. Somehow your hands are able to grab them though, despite your body feeling like it had already shut down.
Everybody rushes, Steve and Eddie both lifting shirts over their heads in quick time, obviously understanding the dangers of the situation, but your brain is a little preoccupied to fully understand those dangers.
Robin pulls her shirt off, quick but delicate, and tosses it to the side.
You swear your jaw is laying on the floor as you watch the fabric leave her body, revealing a small red bra, cris crossed in the back. Her boobs bounce as she shimmies her pants down, tossing them to the side as well. You can’t believe it. Robin Buckley, the hottest girl in Hawkins, is standing in front of you in nothing but a bra and panties.
Robin lets out a breath, lifting her hair off the back of her neck with her fingers, some hair still sticking to her damp skin. She picks up the spare clothing, and begins to put it on when you soon realize you have been starring for way too long. As much as you would love to stare at her gorgeous figure or imagine your hands caressing her soft skin, you unfortunately have more important things to do. And yes, they are somehow more important than gawking over Robin Buckley half naked in front of your eyes.
You notice Steve looking at you as you snap out of your trance, a knowing smirk on his face that he shakes off into a laugh. He knows just how massive of a crush you have on Robin, and he also knows how terrified you are to ever tell her.
You shoot him a look before shaking off your feelings and stripping down.
“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Eddie asks as you all walk through the upside down.
He looks at Robin who is talking with Steve up ahead.
You blush, hanging your head down.
“Is it that obvious?”
Eddie laughs. A comforting, reassuring laugh.
“You sorta haven’t taken your eyes off of her since we began walking.”
You squint your eyes shut with the words.
So you really weren’t that great at hiding it, huh?
“Well,” you say “what about you and Steve?”
You get a smirk out of Eddie as he cocks his neck down to the side. He laughs before lifting his head to speak.
“Well…”
“You’re seriously in love with this girl, aren’t you?” Steve asks Robin as they walk ahead of you and Eddie.
She scoffs while rolling her eyes.
Something you failed to notice moments ago was Robin stealing glances as you slipped out of your clothes.
When your shirt hit the ground her eyes quickly looked. She was in awe. Her cheeks grew warm and she looked away with a small smile before Steve gave her that same look he gave you, with an added eye roll.
“Yes I’m in love with her, how could I not be?! But it’s not like she even likes me.”
Steve stops in his tracks, his brows furrowing as he sighs.
“Wow, you’re both oblivious. It’s like you were made for each other!”
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imfinereallyy · 7 months
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you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.
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everybodyhatesari · 4 months
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Sometimes I get happy bc of a fanfic then remember I’m reading a fanfic
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peterparkersnose · 2 years
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New
Eddie Munson x reader
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: {STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 SPOILERS} anxiety, age gap (i do not promote minors dating adults), mentions of alcohol, mentions of divorce, erratic driving, new student in a new school, mentions of smoking, negative comments about reader’s looks, awkwardness, mostly a fluff piece if anything. IM WORKING ON A PART 2 DONT @ ME
a/n i love eddie with my whole heart. hands will be thrown if anything happens to him. 
summary Y/N is a new student at Hawkins. She attends Hawkins high school with her cousin, Robin and meets a mysterious man her in her english class. 
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read time: 11 mins 17 seconds
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A chill went down your spine as the cool Hawkins air blew past you. You picked at the chipped black nail polish on your fingers as you waited for your cousin Robin to come outside. Today was the first day of school, your first day as a senior at Hawkins High School. You had moved here over the summer after your parent’s divorce had uprooted your life. 
“Is he running late?” Robin asked, throwing her backpack on her back as she met you standing by the driveway. You were waiting for Robin’s co-worker Steve who you had grown to know over the last summer. Especially after all of the events that occurred that summer, him and Robin were your closest friends. “No clue. Think he’s hung over?” you asked your cousin. “Wouldn’t doubt it.” she scoffed, bending down to tie the lace on her converse. As on cue, you heard the BMW take a sharp turn on to your street. “Finally!” Robin yells, throwing her hands in the air. “About time,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. 
You opened the passenger door as Robin slid in the back. “The hell were you Harrington?” you asked Steve. He sighed, running a hand through his infamous hair. “Traffic this morning,” he yawned, looking at the time. Almost without warning, he hit the gas making a B-line for the school. Robin then hit the seat behind you with a thud. “Could have given me a warning?” she yelled, adjusting herself in the back. “Was there traffic or did you just forget?” you asked Steve, adjusting your backpack on your lap. “Traffic. I could never forget your pretty face,” Steve said, adjusting his hands on the wheel. 
Steve was a flirty person. He had a flirty personality. He had a way with people. In all, he was charming. The hair, the personality, the looks. Steve was a gorgeous man. You knew he had a crush on you, it was very obvious. Maybe this started because you somewhat resemble Robin. Or the countless times you saved his life (and the countless times he saved yours). But deep down you didn’t have the same feelings as he did. You loved Steve, but just not in that way. Maybe some part of you did, but you felt like it would go nowhere. He was too obsessed with his next date, or the next time he’ll get some head. Gawking over the women who would come into the movie store. Witnessing all of that first hand was enough to feel like he’d never change. 
Steve halted the car at the school, jerking Robin once again. “Watch the pedal, jesus.” she complained, fixing her hair in the rear view mirror. You began to exit the car when Steve grabbed your hand. 
“Hey,” he said, his longing eyes staring up at you. “We still hanging after school?” he asked. “I dunno, ask Robin. You wanna hang after school?” you asked Robin. “Maybe. Depends,” she said. You could see the disappointment in Steve’s eyes. “Be here at 3!” you yelled to Steve, following Robin into your new school. You waved back at Steve and flashed him a smile. He gave you a tight lipped smile back, sighing once again. 
“Always the chauffeur,” he muttered, putting his car into reverse and leaving the parking lot. 
First days were always intimidating. At your old school, you knew everyone there pretty much since Kindergarten. This was a whole new ground. You stuck by Robin’s side as much as you could, trying to spot out a few potentially friendly faces. The bell rang for first hour and you reluctantly had to leave Robin and make your way to your first class. English. 
The room was small and smelt of cigarette smoke. The teacher was an older woman with a bitter face. You sat at a desk the farthest in the back, trying not to draw attention to yourself. You traced the stick n poke Robin had given you a few weeks ago on your thumb as you tried to get a feel for the room. The tiny diamond printed on your thumb gave your anxiety a place to focus. You practiced in your head how you would say ‘here’ when the teacher called your name and was thinking it over and over in your head when someone slid into the desk next to yours. You glanced over briefly, staring back at the chalkboard when you saw the fluffy brown hair next to you. The feeling of eyes beat on the side of your head like an open wound. 
The teacher made her way down the list, calling on each student. When she got to your name, everyone in the room turned to look at you. “Miss Buckley, I presume you know Robin?” she asked, staring at you from above your glasses. “Y-yes ma’am,” you stuttered, cursing to yourself. You heard the mutters of kids around the room, and you tried to keep your focus on the teacher, analyzing the stickers on the back of her clipboard. 
“I didn’t know Robin had a sister,” “You dweeb, it’s probably her cousin.” “She’s kind of hot bro,” “Nah, she got that weird dark look going on.” 
Your head began to spin as the teacher put an end to the lowered voices. “Welcome to the school,” she said in a monotone voice, moving on to the next students in the alphabet. 
You kept your head down, staring at the empty notebook in front of you trying to re gain your emotions. 
“Munson,” you heard the teacher sigh, expressing her dislike for the student. 
“Pleasure to be back Mrs. K,” the boy next to you said, kicking his feet up on the desk. “Feet down, pay attention. I don’t want to have to be saying this again next year.” she scoffed, moving down the list once again. 
“Kind of an ass, huh?” you heard the boy next to you whisper to you. Shocked, you turned to face him. He looked older than the other students, but not by much. His wild hair framed his face in a flattering way. You noticed the rings on his fingers and then the tattoos on his forearm. He smelt of heavy cologne with a scent of pine, masking the stench of cigarettes from his clothes. You met his brown eyes with yours and felt a spark in your stomach. You gave him a slight smile and a small puff of air from your nose, recognizing what he said. 
“Wheeler,” said the teacher. Your head snapped to look around the classroom, finding Nancy in the front row. She had been apart of your summer… adventures. Thank god, someone you knew. A friendly face. 
When lunch rolled around, you rushed to the lunch room in hopes to find Robin. She sat at a table with the other band kids and an empty seat next to her. “Ah, finally! Guys, this is my cousin Y/N,” she announced, introducing you to the table. Many just ignored it and continued eating your lunch. “This is Vickie,” Robin said to you, motioning to the girl to your right. Your eyes widened in understandment, Robin had not been able to shut up about her for the past few weeks. “Hi,” you shyly said, giving her a smile. “Nice to meet you,” 
You told Robin about your first half of the day. How some mysterious man with tattoos spoke to you this morning, how an art example resembled Steve in your art class, how you could have sworn this other kid in your third hour looked like someone from your old school. You were about to tell her how in the lunchline three people cut you off when the lunchroom went silent. 
Everyone’s eyes were on a certain table. You recognized Dustin and Mike sitting there, looking shocked and somewhat embarrassed. You recognized the guy now standing on his table, making a scene. 
“As long as your into band…”
Robin’s head shot up, scoffing.
“...or, science,”
“That’s the kid from first hour,” you whispered to her, nudging her arm. 
“Or parties,”
“Him?” Robin asked, confused. “Who is he?” you asked.
“Or a GAME where you toss balls into laundry baskets!” 
“That,” Robin began to say “Is Eddie Munson.”
“Yeah, and he’s been here longer than we have, and will probably be here for a while,” Vickie laughed, mushing her mashed potatoes around with her fork. 
“You want something freak?” you heard a jock say, pushing in his chair angrily. Eddie threw his hands up to his forehead making horns, and sticking his tongue out at the jock in a disturbing fashion. 
You watched in awe as he moved back down his table, jumping off and startling a passing group of girls. 
“Eddie Munson?” you asked, confirming the man to Robin. “Weird if you ask me. And that’s coming from me,”
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You sat on the curb with Robin in the groggy air. She checked her watch. 3:12. 
“I can’t believe he’s late again!” Robin complained, but your mind was elsewhere. About thirty seconds ago, the doors flung open and the screams of Eddie erupted from them with his friends. You once again saw Dustin with him with a few other kids. They made their way to a van, and all piled in. The second Eddie jumped into the drivers seat, loud music burst from the thing obnoxiously. He ran a hand through his hair, reminding you of Steve this morning. Robin noticed your puppy dog look, watching Eddie pull out of his parking spot and speed out of the parking lot.
“...Y/N!” Robin yelled, finally catching your attention. She looked you up and down with a suspicious look on her face. “Whatcha lookin at?” she asked with a huge smirk on her face. “Uhh,” you began to say, searching for an excuse. Again, perfect timing, Steve whipped into the parking lot. 
“I’m sorry I’m late, this old lady wouldn’t leave the store and-” “Chill Steve,” you said, opening the passenger door once again. “How was it?” he asked, not leaving the parking lot. He was looking for an honest answer for you. This poor man. 
“She’s got the hots for Munson,” Robin piped up from the back. “Munson?” Steve asked, with a half-disgusted half-disappointed face. “Shut up Robin, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.” you scrambled to say. You figured liking this guy seemed like social suicide. 
“Munson though? Y/N, you could do much better,” Steve suggestively said, but you ignored it. “I gotta pick up Max soon, I told her I would teach her some more driving tonight. Sorry to squash our plans, ladies.” Steve said, taking the exit towards the trailer park. “We’ll live Steve.” Robin laughed. “Can we come though? You know who lives next to Max?” Robin taunted. “Who?” you asked eagerly, making Steve laugh. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” she chuckled, an evil smile grew on her face. 
Steve pulled into the eerie trailer park. The fog had seemed to grow thicker and thicker the closer you got. You could see Max’s red hair sitting on her porch. Steve halted the car on the gravel, making a scratching sound on the wheels. “Ready kid?” he asked, leaving the door open for her. “Mind if we stay for a bit Max?” Robin asked, leaning against the railing of her porch. 
“Mom’s not home, go for it.” she shrugged, buckling in her seatbelt. “Good luck!” you waved to her as she slowly made her way out of the park. Halfway down the road, you could already hear Steve yelling. 
“So,” you asked Robin. “What’s the surprise?” 
“Just wait and see,” she laughed again, watching the highway. “You said that last time…” you muttered, fidgeting with your fingers. You felt Robin move from besides you when you heard a loud car start approaching. Your heart dropped when you saw the familiar van pull next to the trailer next to Max’s. 
“You bitch,” you hissed through your teeth, slapping Robin on the arm. She laughed at you, relishing in your stress. 
“Dusty!” Robin yelled, getting the attention of the boy hopping out of Eddie’s van. “Hey Robin, hey Y/N. Whatcha doing here?” he asked, walking over to the two of you. “Steve took Max driving, I just figured we could chill out here until they got back.” she said proudly. 
“Dustin!” you heard Eddie yell from his doorway. “Let’s go!” 
Dustin looked back at Eddie then back at the two of you. “You wanna join? Lucas isn’t here so we could use an extra player, I’m sure we can make some more room.” he offered. “Thank you but I think we’re-” you began to say “Sure!” Robin yelled, overriding you and heading straight into the trailer. Standing there mortified, you followed Dustin waving you in. 
“Eddie! I got us some new players,” Dustin yelled, presumably into his bedroom. “Yeah but is he as good as Sinclair?” he yelled. You could hear rummaging coming from the room. “He? She. Well, more like she’s,” Dustin said. The rummaging stopped and Eddie poked his head out of the door. He looked at you, then Robin, then back at you. “No.” he said, moving back into his room. “What do you mean no?” Dustin yelled back, following Eddie into his room. 
You and Robin stood there awkwardly. “You asshole,” you muttered under your breathe. The rejection to play a game you weren’t even sure of by Eddie was borderline heartbreaking. Arguing erupted from the bedroom and Robin went to investigate. 
“No dude, absolutely not.” “Your being ridiculous, you said we needed more players.” “Not chicks. They don’t know what there doing.” “Me and Mike know ‘em. There cool, trust me. Can’t they team up with us?” “Team up- Henderson. Get your head out of your ass,” “But didn’t you say-” “You shut your mouth right there, do NOT say what I think your about to say.” 
Dustin came into the view of the open door with his hands open. “Perfect chance, dude. Just saying,” he shrugged. You heard a growl come from Eddie as Dustin left the room. 
“Sorry guys, he’s not budging. It’s stupid, maybe if you want we can play with just Mike later-” Dustin went on, but was interrupted by Eddie bursting out of his bedroom. 
“We’d love to have you!” he yelled, somewhat sarcastically. “Really?” you, Dustin, and Robin all said in synch. “Oh yeah. Henderson’s right, we need more players.” he said with a whole demeanor change. “Get out the table Dust, I’ll go get Wheeler.” he announced, pulling a bottle of soda out of the fridge along with a 12-pack. 
“Funny. Do you even know where Mike lives?” Dustin asked, getting the box out from Eddie’s closet. “Uh, I know the general area,” he shrugged. 
“Let Y/N go with you, she’s over there all the time!” Robin said perkily. You shot her a death glare. “Yeah, uh, sure.” Eddie responded nonchilantly, grabbing his keys from the counter. You swore at Robin under your breathe, not noticing Eddie left. 
“You coming?” he asked, swinging his head back into the door for a moment. You gave Robin one last dirty look and followed him into his van. 
The floor was covered with crushed up beer cans and candy wrappers. The second he turned on the car, the cassette began to play and made you jump at the volume. 
“Sorry,” he muttered, turning the volume down. You sat in silence as he exited the trailer park. His quality of driving had seemed to improve from what you saw of him leaving the parking lot. A lot more calm. You were staring at the trees, trying to focus on that and not your pounding heart. 
“You don’t talk much, do you?” Eddie asked, finally breaking the silence. “Um, sometimes.” you awkwardly responded. More awkward silence. 
You glanced over at him, his eyes were glued to the road. 
“How do you like Hawkins-” 
“So you like Metallica-” referring to the song quietly playing
The two of you had began to start a conversation. You both awkwardly laughed, offering for each other to go first. 
“Okay okay, how do you like Hawkins?” Eddie asked, caving into your insistence. “It’s okay. Many nice people,” you said, laughing to yourself internally. You started Hawkins with defeating a huge spider demon just a few months ago, to now plainly sitting in school. 
“Everyone treating you alright at school?” he asked. You began to get the vibes of a protective father figure from him, something you craved ever since your parent’s messy divorce. “I mean your legitimately the only person who spoke to me today other than my cousin,” you said quietly. “Really?” Eddie asked, looking at you when you came to a stop sigh. “Left,” you replied. 
“You seem like- super cool.” he said also quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. You blushed and looked down at your shoes. He came to another stop, and noticed the clanking of cans in his car. “I-I would have cleaned if I knew someone would be in here,” he stuttered. You felt the same spark ignite again, knowing he was just driving around Dustin. “No, it’s okay. You should see my room,” you laughed, not realizing how suggestive that sounded. 
More silence. 
“I like your tat,” he said. “My tat?” you asked. “On your finger. I saw it this morning.” “Oh, the stick n poke,” you smiled, tracing the small diamond again. “I like yours,” you blushed, staring at the one on his arm. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw him driving with one hand straight out on the wheel, his veins present with his tattoos. 
“Ah, yeah, I got the bats when I was 16.” he said, smirking to himself. “Got this when I was 17,” you said, following up to his comment. “Your, how old…?” he asked, hesitantly. He didn’t want to come off as creepy. “18 in a few weeks,” He let out a sigh. “Nice,” 
“I’m 19. You heard Mrs. K’s comment this morning, didn’t you?” “She sounds like an ass anyways,” you scoffed, referencing his comment from this morning. 
You entered Mike’s neighborhood and he started to slow down, searching for houses. “A little more down, the brick split white one on the left,” you said, pointing to the house. Eddie pulled up into the driveway and honked his horn loudly.
“Wheeler!” he yelled from the open window. “Coming!” Mike yelled, making his way to the van. 
“Oh, before I forget-” he said, turning to you. “You wanna be my partner tonight?”
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PART 2
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finntheehumaneater · 4 months
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⭐️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.
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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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"Go to prom with me?" He says softly, contently holding Steve, their bodies tangled together on his bed. His voice almost sounds shy, uncharacteristically anxious to even be asking.
Steve, head on Eddie’s chest, as he traced invisible lines on his torso, stiffened slightly. God, he would love to go to Eddie’s prom as his date. His own prom, he brought some girl he never spoke to again after that night. He would love to go with someone he loves, like half the straight couples. But he knew they couldn't. Boys like them didn't get to go to school dances together in small town, Indiana. "Eds... we can't." He says sadly, like he knew he would be disappointing Eddie. He tries to lighten the mood. "Besides, didn't peg you as someone that would want to go to prom."
"Honestly..." Eddie sighs, "You're right. A few months ago, you wouldn't catch me dead at prom, other than to sit outside and make a few quick sales. Never had anyone I really wanted to dance the night away and shit, with. But now," Steve can hear a smile in Eddie's voice. "I have someone that I want to do things like that with, princess. You know, do all the cheesy things, flowers and corsages, dancing together under those stupid crepe paper decorations hanging from the ceiling, kissing you softly as we slow dance to a song I hate. " There is a l giddiness in Eddie's voice as he talks, wanting to go with Steve so badly. And the fact that Steve knows they could never really go together, kills him. Sure they could go with Nancy and Robin, and everyone could use each other as beards, but they still couldn't be open like other people.
Eddie seemed to sense the tension in Steve’s shoulders and could practically read his mind. "Don't worry, Stevie. I'm happy just being with you, I know we couldn't really go together. Wouldn't be safe, I'm not that naive. Just thinking out loud..." He squeezes Steve tighter, seemingly leaving the conversation there.
But Steve couldn't stop thinking about how excited Eddie got talking about going to something like prom. And he knew he couldn’t give Eddie that. But he was determined to figure something out that was better.
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It was the Saturday night of prom. Steve was supposed to pick Eddie up for a movie. Eddie was waiting in the livingroom with Wayne. About 6:30, there is a pound on the door before it just flies open. Eddie assumes it's just Steve letting himself in. He is confused instead by the sight of Nancy, hair and makeup done, wearing a poofy light pink dress. She is carrying a garment bag with her.
"Nance? What are you..." He starts, completely unsure of what to make of what is happening.
"Come on, Eddie. Steve and Robin will be here soon and you don't even have your tux on." She says, not doing anything to alleviate the confusion. Nancy simply makes her way down the hall to Eddie’s room. Wayne smiles from his chair, obviously in on whatever is going on. When Eddie looks to him for clarification, he just shrugs his shoulders and goes back to his newspaper.
"Eddie! Come on!" Nancy yells from his room, prompting Eddie to run down the hall to meet her.
When he gets in there, she is already pulling out a fancy looking suit.. but he doesn’t hate it. It had black pants and a black shirt, but the bow tie was red and so was the velvet jacket. She can feel him staring so Nancy just says, "Don't laugh, Steve picked it out for you when he went to rent his tux too."
Eddie can't help but smile. Steve saw this and thought of him. "I wouldn't. I'm kind if into it. But... I still am confused on what's happening." He puts his hand on the back of his neck.
"It's prom night, Eddie. Steve and Robin are getting ready and then they are picking us up." She sounds exasperated, like it should be obvious.
"Okay, Wheeler, I get that. But in case you forgot, I'm dating a dude. Also, you're dating a girl. We can't really walk into Hawkins's gym with them on our arms, can we?" He says sarcastically.
Nancy shakes her head, trying to hide her amused smile. "Don't worry about it, okay? Just get ready." She hands him the suit before leaving to give him privacy before he can press anymore.
Eddie reluctantly listens to her, slipping on the tux that seems to fit him perfectly. He looks in the mirror, feeling a little out of his element but still liking it. He does decide to add a chain to his pants and ditches the bow tie when he can't get it tied. He doesn't really own dress shoes, so he opts for black boots instead. Finally he ties his hair up in a lose bun with few stray pieces framing his face. He doesn't know what Steve has planned but he wants to look good.
He makes his way to the front room to find, to his "horror, " that Wayne had dug out the old camera, aiming it at him when he walks in. "Come on, man. What are you doing?"
"You think I'm not going to take pictures of my kid going to prom?" Wayne shoots back. And Eddie can't argue with that, can't help but smile when Wayne snaps a picture.
He sits by Nancy on the couch, but it isn't long until there is knocking at the door. Wayne opens it to let Steve and Robin in. Robin looks beautiful in a little one sholder blue dress with a poof on the shoulder, hair teased, and make up done. She instantly makes her way to Nancy, smiling as she does.
But Eddie can't focus on them, not when Steve Harrington is standing in front of him, pulling him up from the couch. He is wearing a very traditional black and white tux, with a red bow tie. As usual, his hair is perfect. He has a rose boutonniere pinned to his jacket and is holding another in his hand. He is staring at Eddie with the biggest smile.
"You look beautiful, Eds..." He says softly like they were the only two in the room. The girls were too wrapped up in their own conversation to even care. Eddie feels his cheeks turning red. It does not matter they have been dating for two months, he still gets butterflies whenever Steve stares at him like that.
"Thanks, princess. So do you. You look really hot, actually." He smirks, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist, careful not to crush the boutonniere in Steve’s hands as he does.
Steve is blushing as he starts to pin the almost matching rose to Eddie’s jacket, except with one small difference. On the stem is a tiny black bat lapel pin. "Do you like it?"
"Yea, I love it, baby." Eddie smiles before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to Steve's lips. As he pulls away, he says, "But can you tell me what is going on? Nancy wouldn't tell me anything."
"Good, she wasn't supposed to. " Steve just smiles before pulling away, lacing his fingers with Eddie’s before pulling to the door, obviously not answering either. Before they can leave, Wayne stops them. He makes all of them take a million pictures, all posing in those silly prom couple poses... and Eddie is beaming through each and every one.
When they finally leave, everyone refuses to tell Eddie what is going on. Steve had made them promise not to ruin the surprise until they got to where they were going.
What Eddie does not expect was to pull up at Steve's house or to see so many cars there. Before Eddie can get out, Steve is out and goes to the other side of the door, opening it for him, Nancy doing the same for Robin. Nobody mentions that it's Steve's house, leaving Eddie even more confused as they walk to the door.
Everything clicks when they step inside. Eddie can feel his mouth drop open. All the furniture from the open living room/dining room had been pushed away into another room, except for the table, where there were some pizza, chips and punch. The room was dark, but in the corner sat one of those plastic disco light balls flashing colors throughout the room. Hanging from the ceiling were crepe paper decorations. The stereo was play generic pop songs that Eddie "hates." On the wall read a poster Hawkins's "Gay" Prom '86
But that wasn't the most shocking part. The room was filled with at least 35 people. Jonathan(brown suit and his camera) and Argle(in a powder blue tux) were there , talking, as Jonathan pushed Argyle's hair behind his ear, standing way closer than they would in public. Corroded Coffin was there. Gareth and Jeff were there with their girlfriends, obviously preferring to be with their friends, than regular prom anyway. Plus, technically Gareth wasn't a senior. Jared brought his boyfriend, who, to Steve's surprise, was a swimmer that used to be on the team with him.
More than that, the kids were there since they were high schoolers now too. Dustin is dateless, so he is manning the fruit punch/DJing. Max, El, and Lucas are all dancing together, while Mike and Will awkwardly try to not look like huge doofuses dancing together. Eddie thinks it's cute to see.
The biggest surprise, though, were a few random people from school and their dates. Being queer in a small town, you tend to know the others. There was, of course, Vickie and some girl she was dancing with from Eddie’s first period math class. There were also a few random juniors, sophomores, and freshmen, all here being unapologetically queer.
Eddie didn't realize he had been staring until Steve grabbed his hand and stepped in front of him. "What so you think?" He says shyly.
"I...I...love it." Eddie stutters, still dumb founded. "How did you do this?"
"Just had the kids and Nancy and Robin reach out to anyone at school they knew were... you know. I figured there had to be other people who wanted to go to prom but couldn't, not really. Not with the people they want to." Steve smiles and Eddie swears he has fallen even more in love with Steve. Nancy and Robin have made their way to the "dance floor."
"You're amazing, sweetheart. Thank you. " Eddie's eyes are glowing as he leans in to give Steve a little kiss. No one around them bats an eye.
They spend the night dancing together and just enjoying themselves with the others. Steve "requests" I'd Die for You by Bon Jovi and sings it at Eddie as they dance. They all slow dance to "True Colors" by Cyndi Lauper (Robin's song to Nancy). Robin and Nancy "win" prom queens. It's honestly one of the best nights of Eddie’s life, and he is so grateful for Steve.
And the next year, they keep it going, opening up a secret queer prom for kids at the high school. It's a tradition. And now, in 2022, 36 years later, it doesn’t have to be a secret anymore. Hawkins's still has a queer prom, and the Hawkins's High guidance consoler and his rock star husband still chaperone it(grant it, in a much bigger venue than Steve's living room).
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STWG daily prompt 07/10/23
Prompt: star
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It starts in the hospital.
Eddie isn’t really there, at first, in and out of consciousness for the first week or so. But once he’s awake for long enough to hold a conversation he starts asking for the blinds in the room to be open. Always. The nurses keep closing them, but Steve’s been there a couple of times when Eddie’s woken at night to find the blinds closed. Saw how agitated he got. So Steve swings by later and later and makes sure they’re open. He does what he can.
When he comes home, back to a small two bedroom house that they all fought tooth and nail to get for the Munsons, Steve notices the curtains are always open. Living room, kitchen, doesn’t matter. Wayne Munson isn’t over the moon about it, he’s worried about intruders, about people coming for Eddie. The curtains won’t protect them, they all know it won’t put anyone off if they’re determined, but it makes Wayne feel better if they’re closed.
Problem is, it makes Eddie feel better if they’re open.
As he gets better, able to move around on his own, Eddie spends all his time on the porch. Everytime Steve rocks up, dropping a kid off, picking one up, Eddie is outside waiting. 
“Does Eddie ever go inside?” he asks Dustin on the way home one night. Tries to frame it like the  joke they both know it isn’t.
Dustin is silent for a long time, plays with the cuffs on his shirt. Steve knows he’s trying to make things better for Eddie, things have changed. Eddie has changed. But it’s taking it’s toll on Dustin.
“He doesn’t like the dark. He hasn’t really… hasn’t really said that. I’ve just noticed.”
Steve squints as he drives, thinking. “It’s dark outside, though. Like, darker, surely? He sits out there at night, right?”
Dustin nods. “I don’t know what to tell you, Steve. He likes it out there, just stares up at the sky for hours.”
When he’s well enough, Eddie moves to Cincinnati. He needs to get out of Indiana, he says, but it’s only a couple of hours from Wayne. Steve helps him move, not that he brings much with him. He has a little apartment on the edge of the city. Steve assumes it’s because the rent is cheaper, but he doesn’t ask.
The first thing Eddie does is take all the curtains down.
Steve thinks about Eddie a lot. Misses him more than he ever thought possible. They talk on the phone sometimes but Eddie always sounds distant. Lost. 
Robin says she’s ready to try college. She put it off last year, just couldn’t face starting over somewhere, not then. She needed to be close to them, she said when Steve asked her why she didn’t leave. He gets it. Nancy left in the fall, as planned. Jonathan went to the community college a couple of towns over from Hawkins. But Robin needed the closeness. The feeling of safety, familiarity.
“What about Cincinnati?” he asks her.
They don’t move to the same neighbourhood as Eddie. Steve gets the impression that he still needs the space and doesn’t want to spook him, even though he sounds excited that they’re moving close by.
Eddie invites them over, they hug, Robin squeezes him tight, whispers something in his ear that Steve isn’t privy to. But while Eddie has his arms wrapped around Robin, Steve sees them. The tattoos that weren’t there before.
An interlocking sun and moon, surrounded by stars on the inside of his right arm. And a shooting star, a trail of smaller stars in its wake, wrapped around his arm like a vine, moving up under the sleeve of his t shirt. 
Eddie and Robin break and he catches Steve looking at the tattoo. Eddie takes a deep breath.
“They weren’t there,” he say. “It-it makes me feel better, being able to see them. Makes this feel real.”
And Steve nods. Finally understands.
When they move in together a couple of years later, the first thing Steve does is go from room to room, removing all the curtains.
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thelovelylolly · 2 months
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Kiss Me
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Summary: One of Robin's overthinking rambles leads to your real feelings coming out. Warnings: overthinking, love confessions and fluff Word Count: 459 Notes: @buckley-simp here ya go love! i hope you enjoy :)
You could already tell something was going on with Robin. From the moment she stepped into your room, she wasn't her usual relaxed self. She was jittery and replied to you with only a few short words. You could tell there was something on her mind, something that was picking at her.
"Rob?" You asked, grabbing her attention while you were by your dresser.
"Hm?" She hummed, her head turning to look at you.
"Everything good?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm..." She sighed and stood up from the edge of your bed. "Actually, no. It's not good, and I feel like I have a gazillion voices in my head talking at once and I can't figure out which one I should listen to."
You turned around to face her, a worried look on her face. "Do you think talking it out would help? I'm here if you need me. I'll always be here for you."
"See? That right there," she started. "You say stuff like that, and I'm scared you don't actually mean it. Like, you say you're alway going to be there for me, but what happens when you find out something bad about me? Are you still going to be there? Or does it depend on what it is? I don't want to lose you ever, because I love you and I never, ever want to let you go. I can't let you go-"
"Robin."
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and kiss me," you say as you step closer to her.
"W-what?" She replied, confused before it hit her. She let it slip that she loved you.
"You heard me."
Robin nodded then cupped your face in her hands, smashing her lips onto yours. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around her neck, holding her closer. You hoped the kiss would tell all those voices in her head would shut up and let her enjoy this. You didn't know what all they were telling her, but you knew from your own experience that it couldn't be good things.
When you pulled away, her hands stayed on your cheeks for a few moments before falling to your waist.
"You like me?" She asked quietly.
"More than like," you answered.
"You feel the same way?"
"Of course, I do."
"You don't think I'm weird for loving you?"
"Robin, I will say this over and over again just to reassure you. I love you, and nothing is going to make me stop loving you. Ever."
She smiled and you saw her cheeks turn pink.
You laughed softly. "Aw, you're blushing."
"Shut up," she said through a laugh.
You let her settle down before leaning your forehead against hers. You both closed your eyes and let your noses brush.
"Then kiss me."
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dynamic-power · 7 months
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Coach H
Rating: T
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A look at a possible future for Steve Harrington.
Taylor has known Coach H for almost 4 years, and still can't quite figure him out. They have the opportunity to investigate his office a little, and they learn more than they thought they would.
This is totally Steve-centric. All others, though I love them all dearly, are only briefly mentioned.
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Coach Harrington's office is one of four tucked behind the gym, between the girls' and boys' locker rooms. Taylor has never been in here before. Students rarely have a reason to come to the coaches' offices; they can all usually be found in the gym, even when class isn't in session.
Taylor has known Coach H for four years; their freshman year had been Coach's first year at Lincoln High. They know him just well enough to not feel guilty about wanting to snoop around a little while they are waiting. Maybe they can learn something.
Coach H is a bit of a point of confusion, even for many of the students who know him. He looks normal enough; Taylor guesses he's in his fifties, with thick brown hair that has started to go gray at his temples, kind eyes, and a boyish smile that is contagious. It's when he starts to talk about himself that the oddities begin to show.
He has tattoos, the most notable of which is an electric guitar that takes up most of his right inner forearm. It's upside down, with the bottom of the body tucked into the crease of his elbow and the neck stretching down to his wrist. When asked, he always admits that he doesn't play guitar; in fact, he knows very little about music at all. He says he got it because someone saved his life with that very guitar, but Taylor suspects he'd just thought it looked cool when he was young.
He also, allegedly, knows an unusual number of people with significance to the LGBTQ+ community. Taylor has heard him mention having lunch with Michael Wheeler, an author who gained popularity in the early 2000s for his fantasy novels that often feature queer characters. Kelly swears that she heard him mention the Byler siblings once. The three artists, each known for having their own distinct mediums of photography, paint, and sculpture, had risen to fame in the nineties for the mix of praise and criticism they'd received for their first joint exhibit. It had been an exploration of the realities of being gay at the time, and the artwork is still discussed and admired today.
There's also a rumor that he knows a member or two of Corroded Coffin, a metal band who toured for thirty years and was fronted by an openly gay man, though Taylor is unfamiliar with them and finds this a bit less impressive than the other possible connections.
They don't know how many of these rumors, if any, are true, but it's interesting nonetheless. It makes him a sort of unspoken, safe space for the queer students.
He has a strange scar across his throat, and if asked about it, his responses are varying levels of insane, ranging from very improbable to outright impossible. He'd been mistaken for a patient in need of a thyroid operation when he'd gone in for a knee surgery. A sentient vine got wrapped around his neck while he was being attacked by giant bats. A serial killer known simply as The Strangler had tried to make him a victim when he'd gone back to his hometown for a high school reunion. He'd been hanged for being a pirate in a past life and bore a scar as a reminder to always abide by the law.
He claims to have a brother just a few years younger than himself, but he also tells stories about being an only child. He says his reason for choosing to be a high school teacher is that he raised six teens himself, but it's common knowledge that he's never had kids. He's a nerd, which had caught Taylor by surprise the first time they'd realized it. He'd mumbled something about Coach Roberts sounding like a demogorgon when he passed by Taylor during class one day. He'd said it like he knew exactly what that fictitious beast sounded like. As though it was a sound that existed.
Then, of course, there is his friendship with Ms. Buckley, who had arrived at Lincoln the same year as Coach. There's speculation that they are actually married to each other - their wedding rings, though different, are equally strange - but Taylor has never gotten that vibe from them. They do interact with the familiarity of people who have known each other a long time, though.
Peering around the room, Taylor takes stock of what they can immediately see. A shelf is lined with trophies that the school has won in Coach H's brief tenure. At the end of the shelf, proudly displayed besides the shiny plastic, is a crudely made clay trophy that reads "#1 DINGUS" at the bottom. There is also a tall bookshelf. It's almost entirely full and has a variety of genres and authors. Taylor notices a selection of Michael Wheeler on one of the middle shelves at perfect eye level. His desk is cluttered with papers, though it looks like it is an organized sort of chaos. He has a couch that sits opposite the desk. It has a soft-looking blanket folded across the back and an assortment of pillows and plushes taking up much of the sitting space.
What catches Taylor's eye is the pin board hanging just beside the door. It is just as covered as the surface of the desk. There are a couple of fading children's drawings, a birthday card with the beginnings of a bad joke on the front, and a bunch of photos of people Taylor doesn't recognize. In the middle of the cluttered board are three photos pinned in a neat, tidy column. The top and bottom are of six people, taken probably 10 or 15 years apart. In the top one, the younger version of the group is standing in a row, arms around each other, grinning at the camera. Taylor recognizes the two in the very center; a young Ms. Buckley and Coach H are leaning into each other, pulling their friends in closer on either side. In the one on the bottom, they are all older but, in a way, the same. They've paired off, each couple kissing dramatically for the camera. On the right, Coach Harrington is being dipped back by a man with long curls pulled back into a messy bun. In the center, Ms. Buckley and a woman with a short bobbed cut each have both hands holding their partner's face. The two men on the left, one with short brown hair and the other with a mane that reaches halfway down his back, are flipping off the camera, hands held out low enough that their audience can still see them kissing.
It's the photo between these two, though, that really draws Taylor's attention. It's clearly a professional picture - six gold rings in a circle, displayed on a gnarled stump with bits of greenery in the background. The rings are three distinct pairs, each set across from each other in the circle. The first pair, the thinnest, set at the top and bottom, have been fashioned to look like vines with impossibly intricate leaves and flowers. Taylor knows Ms. Buckley wears one of these. The next clockwise are of a more medium width and have a spiral seam and tiny frays to make them look like rope. The final pair is the most familiar to Taylor; thick, golden chain links. One of those is Coach Harrington's.
"That one's been nicknamed 'the rings of power'," Coach H says, materializing beside her to examine the photos, too.
"Who took it?"
"Jonathan Byers," Coach H says easily.
Taylor's eyes nearly bug out of their head. "Like, the famous photographer?" Taylor, an amateur photographer themself, discovered Jonathan Byers and his work a few years ago and had loved it all. "You actually know him? For real?"
"I actually know him for real. He's in these other two photos."
Taylor stares at the top photo for a moment before the realization of what that fact could mean hits them. "Are you married to Jonathan Byers?! Is that him?" Taylor takes a closer look at the curly-haired man, trying to remember if they've ever seen a picture of Jonathan Byers.
Coach chuckles and shakes his head. "No," he says with a grin, "but he'd be amused to know you think so. That's Jon." He points to the man on the far right side of the first photo. He's the one with the short haircut. "This is my husband." Coach points instead to the man with the wild curls. "Eddie Munson. He's the front man of Corroded Coffin." He begins to point out the other three. "That's Jon's husband, Argyle. He owns a food truck. You might have seen it downtown. You already know Robin. That's her wife, Nancy Wheeler. Nance is a freelance journalist."
"Wheeler?" That can't be a coincidence. "Holy shit," Taylor says, unable to hold back a disbelieving laugh. "The rumors are true."
"Which ones?" Coach asks with an amused, knowing smile.
"The ones about you knowing a bunch of famous gays!"
Coach laughs at that. "I guess? I knew them before the fame. We sorta grew up together. We all ended up being in the public eye pretty abruptly in the mid-eighties. Lots of interviews and publicity. It all kinda spiraled, and now, some of us are - well." He shrugs. "You can Google it."
"Wait," Taylor says, shrugging their backpack off their shoulder and pulling their notebook out. This is the reason Taylor is here in the first place; interviews with a few of the favorite teachers for the school newspaper. But this is starting to sound like so much more than a simple "fun facts" kind of interview. "Can I just ask you? This stuff is best straight from the source."
"Sure."
"This is so cool. So, what's the real story behind the guitar?"
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skepsiss · 7 days
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Chapter 7 is up now! (2,755 words)
Read it here on AO3: The Last Strange Thing
Rate: Explicit (violence, gore, and s*x) Read tags under the cut for warnings, and details.
Chapter summary: Robin has made it out of the city, and now has to keep herself calm while she waits for Steve to return. She doesn’t know if he is alive or dead, but she forces herself to believe that he is coming back in 3 days time. Those plans change as the barn where they board their horses is infiltrated and Robin has to try to talk herself out of a bad situation. 
The journey is full of romance, death, action, and suspense. This is a "The Last of Us" alternate universe. This work is 100% completed, and I will be posting each chapter between now and April 7. Prepare yourself for approximately 52k of action, horror, romance, supernatural happenings, and love.
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Welcome to the apocalypse. The demo-infection has taken hold of the world, and humans are a rare thing these days. Still, people hang on to civilization in pockets across North America and beyond. Hawkins is one such place.  Steve Harrington is a scout who runs missions for Hawkins, and on one of those missions, he becomes separated from his scouting partner, Robin. He has to find his way across Indianapolis in an infected world, meeting one very important individual on the way, Eddie. The two of them must trust one another in order to journey across Indiana, while perhaps finding something softer to nurture with one another along the way.
@llamalpaca will be posting some VERY COOL accompanying art that inspired this WHOLE PIECE! So be sure to give them a follow and check out that art piece when it drops in April.
Big thank you to @knormalizeknitting for being my beta reader!
Link to the Monster Reference Guide, here.
Censoring the word s*x so tumblr doesn't get mad at me. Please don't tag with NSFW or other such tags. The post itself is not inappropriate, but I want people who are going to read the fic to be aware of what is there.
Additional Tags: action, romance, hurt/comfort, alternate universe, The Last of Us AU, canon divergence, apocalypse, apocalypse au, body horror, gore, blood, animal and human death, excessive force (weapons), level of violence and graphic nature of imagery that aligns with Stranger Things, dead dove don’t read, dead dove don’t eat, smut, nsfw, frotting, handjob, happy ending, zombies, zombie apocalypse, steddie, stobin, platonic stobin, Steve and Robin are best friends, Steve and Robin are platonic soulmates, slow burn, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, miscommunication, misunderstanding, Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson loves Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson, betrayal.
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madaboutmunson · 1 year
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Raspberry Riddle
A little fic I wrote about Eddie meeting Scoops Ahoy Steve, sort of from Robin's POV
Word count: 4.8K Ao3 Link
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Despite it being the summer holidays and despite it being warm weather, Scoops Ahoy was virtually empty. The reason was that there was some sort of parade going through Hawkins, so the mall was pretty dead, but once the parade was over, it might get hectic here.
A rounded face with small tight curls and heavy-lidded eyes looks through the store window, his mouth hanging open and their eyes blinking slowly. A sleepy smile sweeps over their face as they point upwards and beckons someone else over.
Two other faces appear, also slowly scanning up at the menu above the counter, until their sloth-speed eyes catch up to where their friend's finger is pointing. Giggling ensues.
"Brace yourself, Steve, we've got some little stoners on the way," Robin says with false excitement, "They'll probably buy us out, and we'll get to go home early," she says her words dripping with sarcasm, as her elbows land on the counter and her freckled face lands in her hands.
Steve reverses through the swinging door, arms laden with fresh tubs of ice cream, "If only", he observes the mirthful trio who are contemplating entering the store but seem to be deciding who should go in first, "This looks like your department Rob, three guys? I can't really turn on the Harrington charm for upselling here, can I?" He laughs at the ridiculousness of the prospect.
"Well, you aren't gonna make it as a salesman if you can only sell to one gender, Steve. I'm sure your charm would be as effective on these chumps as on all the ladies you served today." Robin laughs, pointing at the whiteboard under the counter. The tally under You Suck looks extensive, but zero tally marks are beneath You Rule.
"Hey, that's just because I have to wear this stupid hat, ok? The hair is part of the total package! With it covered up, it's not quite as effective, alright? Being dressed like a little sailor boy doesn't lend itself to being…er…alluring." Steve complains but then tries to see the bright side, "Though these shorts do make my thighs look great." He adds, trying to catch his reflection in the polished glass or metal surfaces.
"Gross!" Robin retorts, "Stop looking at your own ass."
"I wasn't… that's not…urgh" Steve resigns himself to refilling the tubs and taking the empties to wash as Robin takes point on sales.
"Ahoy, Mateys. What can I get you?" She says in a lacklustre tone.
They eventually all get to the counter, all three misjudging where it was in their own way, but all three sets of eyes trail up slowly to Robin's face simultaneously, and two sets continue up to the glowing menu above.
The set that remained on Robin belongs to a plaid-vested young man with jaw-length wavy light brown hair. He leans one hand on the counter and misses but rectifies his mistake quickly, "Good Moro, fair lady. We have travelled far to sample your wares."
"I know exactly where you've come from, and it wasn't all that far, well, not for anyone currently experiencing space and time like an average human being", Robin chides, knowing full well all three of them had just spilled out of the back of Eddie Munson's van along with their own personal cloud.
The young man gently strokes his chin, "You know where I've come from, huh? Spying on me were you, m'lady? Oh, to be under your beautiful watchful eyes is truly a tonic for my very soul."
"I know where you've been because you smell exactly like the van parked out back, where I take the trash out" Robin folds her arms and looks at him disapprovingly.
"Forgive our sweetleaf aroma, fair Robin. I sincerely hope your nostrils be not offended." He bows low, almost hitting his head on the countertop, which does raise a laugh from Robin but purely in response to his idiocy, not his flirtation, "Your name so apt as your voice trills like a beautiful birdsong to the ears of Gareth the Great. I will pen a masterpiece. With the crumbs of your laugh and the sea in your eyes, as the ink ."
Robin's eyes widen as Gareth tilts his head, leans his other hand on the counter, and sighs.
"STEVE!!!!" Robin shouts in his direction, not taking her concerned eyes from the floppy-haired rocker at the counter.
"I'm kinda busy here, Robin!!!" Steve's annoyed voice rings out, followed by a loud metallic clattering, "God damn it!"
A fourth wiry frame enters the store, carrying several shopping bags. Robin breathes a sigh of relief, "Eddie, finally. Can you keep your little drummer boy under control, please?" She gestures at Gareth, who tries to catch her hand as it flies towards him, but Robin is too fast.
Gareth receives a sharp backhanded slap on the arm from Eddie, "Gareth! For the last time, leave Buckley alone before you get your waffle cone privileges revoked!"
Another chorus of metal objects falling over comes from the other side of the hatch.
"New crew mate, Captain Buckley?" Eddie laughs, nodding towards the back of the store.
Robin sighs and gives Eddie an exhausted look, "Yeah. About a week now."
"Is there to be a mutiny? Will the new scoop-slinging chick usurp the mighty Dread Pirate Buckley?" Eddie grins broadly, taking out his chain-attached wallet.
"Doubtful, that new scoop-slinging chick only wants to serve the ladies. Adverse to guys for some reason, can't think why." Robin says sarcastically, looking at Gareth.
"Oh really?" Eddie says, raising an eyebrow, handing Robin $10 and jutting his thumb at his bandmates, indicating that he was buying for them as usual. He adjusts his battle vest, "Challenge accepted"
Robin opens the hatch for Eddie, takes a look through and then engages with the other three, but now with an enormous smile on her face.
Eddie skips around the counter and throws his head through the hatch. Robin knows he is only to be greeted by a little pair of shorts and the back of some ample lightly tanned legs as the rest of the sailor is searching for something under a trolley.
"Hey! Sweet Cheeks! Your shipmate is drowning out here," Eddie shouts, making the sailor jump and bang their head on one of the trolley shelves.
Eddie shuts the hatch and runs back around to the customer side of the counter. He fixes his hair a little, adjusts his belt buckle and does his best casual lean and finger drum on the countertop waiting for his sailor.
The door to the back swings open. Eddie takes a deep breath and puffs out his chest a little, which is almost taken straight back out of him, in a wheeze, when he realises the sailor shorts he'd been admiring belonged to none other than Steve Harrington, former King of Hawkins High.
The alarm on Eddie's face is evident, and Robin bursts out laughing and almost loses it entirely as Steve gets to the counter with an official "Ahoy, there. What flavourful voyage would you like to embark upon today?"
Eddie glares at Robin tight-lipped before continuing, "Hmmm…" he looks up at the menu and taps his chin thoughtfully, "Which one would you recommend…" he looks at his badge as if he doesn't know his name, "er…Steve?"
Steve lets a small smile slip and then straightens up a little, spinning his scooper into its holster, "You want my advice on the best ice cream we have?" Steve asks, looking Eddie up and down.
"Yeah…" Eddie drawls out slowly, "Wouldn't ya know it, some days I'm just so darn indecisive, and I find it best," Eddie leans a hand on the counter and himself towards Steve as he looks down and backs up into Steve's eyes, "to ask an expert."
"Huh," Steve says, "Well…". Then, as he moves towards the ice cream on display, as they pass Robin and the rest of Corroded Coffin, Eddie gives Robin a smug smile, and Robin replies with a silent look of disbelief.
Eddie waits on the other side of the glass as Steve seems deep in thought, "Normally I would say banana, but this cherry has actual cherry pieces in it, so you know it's a treat and got some goodness in it too."
"What other goodness does ice cream need? It's ice cream!" Eddie says, tilting his head.
"Well, it's got actual fruit in it, well...kind of, but it's still better than none. I guess?" Steve shrugs, and a slight concern pinches his brow.
Eddie quickly catches the thread before it's pulled and unravelled, "Absolutely, quite right." He gives a big broad smile, "I'll take a scoop."
A half smile sneaks into Steve's face as he grabs a tub and spins his scooper in his hand.
Eddie pulls an impressed face as Steve hands over the tub and anoints it with a small spoon and an extra cherry.
Steve is standing a little taller. He adjusts his hat and heads back through the doors to the backroom.
Eddie sidles up to the counter, "Told ya!" He smiles smugly at Robin, taking the cherry off the top, dangling it in his mouth, and pulling off the stalk.
Robin is totalling up the ice creams for them all, "You've proved nothing, Eddie."
Eddie leans over to shout whisper so Steve can't hear, "What do you mean, nothing??! I'm not a girl. He served me. I. Win."
"No. You see. You told him I, a girl, needed help. So he rushed out here to do so. You only win if he serves you before a girl waiting to be served." Robin smiles back at Eddie, "So. You. Don't. Win."
Eddie wrinkles his nose, "I. Will. Win!"
Robin shakes her head and laughs, "No. You won't. Just cut your losses, Eddie. The odds are against you."
Eddie points at her, "Never tell me the odds!" Then, he grabs his tub of ice cream and beckons the others to follow him out of the store.
A few hours later, the store is rammed. The queue is out the door, and surprisingly Steve is at his most efficient under pressure. Seeing Robin's stress, he had asked her to cover the register, and he'd manage the ice creams.
Which, to Robin's alarm, he did with gusto, entertaining the waiting people with spins of the scooper or bottle flips of sauce in the air. The customers ate it up, and if it hadn't been helping, Robin's cringe-o-metre would be rocketing into next week.
After some time, the queue thins out, as does the amount of ice cream they have left. Several makeshift signs have adorned the window to advise what Ice cream flavours have run out.
Finally, there is a break, no customers, and the tables are all clear.
"Why don't you take five? I've got this," Steve offers kindly. Robin jumps at the chance for even a few minutes with her feet up and not having to pretend to smile.
What was odd was almost as if Steve didn't seem tired at all. Instead, he appeared energised, like that mad rush had somehow charged him up to full power.
Robin sits at the table for no longer than two minutes when she hears a loud and cheerful "Ahoy Matey!" from Steve, but the noise that follows isn't a smattering of girlish giggles. Instead, it is a low, piratey accent, "Arrr me hearty, another round of ye good stuff, if ye don't mind. What be your sage advisings this time?"
"Well, honestly, there isn't much choice left, but there is a lot of vanilla. I can always jazz it up for you," Steve replies with enthusiasm, and Robin is sure she hears the shaking of a bottle. She peeks through the hatch window, and sure enough, Steve is tossing the bottle around his back. Eddie is following it with his eyes and suddenly catches it out of the air a split second before Steve does and hands it over to him, leaning over the counter.
"There you go, sailor," he smiles.
"Hockey player." Steve points at Eddie's hand.
Eddie's mouth opens to say something and then promptly bites his lips together for a second, "I was, yeah, how could you tell?"
"Oh, you know, I've got an eye for these things." Steve shrugs, trying not to sound pleased with himself as he coats the base and sides of the tub with a jumble of sauces and sprinkles.
Eddie's eyes shoot directly to Robin's peering through the glass, and he pumps his eyebrows at her with a smile, then quickly reverts to his previous stance as Steve looks up at him again.
"Are you allergic to anything?" Steve asks thoughtfully.
"Like what? Ice cream? A bit late for that sunshine," Eddie laughs.
Steve's hand goes to his dropped hip, and he gestures with his scooper, "No, like, um, bananas or nuts."
Eddie's fist goes to his mouth for a moment, and his eyes flash with mischief before he clears his throat, "No, I'm not allergic to any of those", Eddie says with a smile before promptly turning around to face away from Steve. His face looks like it's contorted in pain.
Eddie reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bubble gum. He unwraps it, takes out the small temporary tattoo inside, puts it on top of his money and slides it over the counter next to the register.
Steve hands over the ice cream to Eddie, who is reading the inside of the bubble gum wrapper, as Steve picks up the money and tattoo transfer.
"Huh. Interesting one today…." Eddie says, trailing off.
"What's interesting? Oh, I'm ok for stickers, thanks," Steve says, pushing back the tattoo transfer paper.
"Ok, well, today's riddle is interesting, and it's not a sticker. It's a temporary tattoo. I don't need 'em," Eddie says, pushing up his sleeve to reveal his puppet master tattoo.
Steve shakes his head and pockets the temporary tattoo, "A riddle?"
"Yeah, wanna give it a try?" Eddie raises an eyebrow at Steve.
"Nah, you're good," Steve says very quickly and starts cleaning the counter.
"It belongs to you, but your friends use it more. What is it?" Eddie says, ignoring Steve's answer, collecting his ice cream and change. "Until next time, Cap'n", he salutes and walks out of the store.
Robin watches Steve continue cleaning the counters and register until Eddie is out of sight, and then he leans back on his hands for a moment watching the front door, muttering, "friends use it more…".
Robin frowned. What was Eddie trying to do here? Confuse Steve into liking him more? If anything, this was gonna do the opposite. She didn't know him exceptionally well at this moment, even though the rate at which she and Steve were getting to know one another was rapid, the one thing she knew about him for sure: he didn't like to be made to feel stupid.
But then something interesting happens.
Eddie returns the next day, a quiet spell, the exact exchange of all American sailor and bloodthirsty pirate. An ice cream, a bubble gum, a temporary tattoo and a riddle.
"I am hard to find, difficult to leave and impossible to forget. What am I?" Eddie says, tapping a finger to his lips in thought.
"Oh, that one I know!" Steve says excitedly, "A friend!"
Eddie smiles hugely, "Really?" He unravels the wrapper a little more and flicks it, so it makes a snapping sound, "By Jove! You've got it!"
This time Robin can clearly see Steve's face, and he is beaming with pride, though he is trying to hide it, Eddie dips his head to chase it for a moment before reverting back to his normal stance and picks up his ice cream cup, as they make their goodbyes.
Eddie passes Robin and gives her a nod and a wicked smile, "Buckley".
As he reaches the doorway, Steve's voice rings out, "I think I got yesterday's too. Your name!"
"It's Eddie!" he yells back before exiting the store.
Steve smiles back and shakes his head whilst wiping down the counter.
Then over the next two days, the same thing happens. All that differs is the ice cream, the riddle and the behaviour.
Robin keeps a notepad
Cherry, Your Name.
Vanilla Craziness, A Friend.
Strawberry with a single strawberry. A Heart
Banana Caramel with a chocolate straw, A Promise.
Triple Chocolate with Fudge sauce and chocolate drops, A Secret.
Over those few days, she notices a shift in behaviour, it's not huge, and it's not as rapid a bond as she and Steve had, but it is something, it was different.
So different that Robin had done some investigations of her own. She got her own set of bubblegum sweets. Whilst they did indeed contain a random temporary tattoo, none of them had anything written inside.
For the past two days, she'd hurriedly decided to take out the trash as Eddie left, and both times, she saw him handing the ice cream and his change to a homeless person outside the mall before hopping into his van.
Then came Saturday, and the hordes of hell itself had descended upon the mall as usual. After the sell-out the other day, the order was triple the size, so there was absolutely no chance of the selling out today.
Last week there had been a decided split between Steve serving the girl customers and Robin getting lumped with the guys, but today, maybe because it was so busy, they had adopted the same team positions as before. Steve on scooping, with his additional flair and Robin on the register.
A few hours into the shift, both their tummies growling, only to be staved off by sneaking the occasional piece of fruit or broken waffle cone hurriedly crunched around back whilst grabbing a refill, a familiar silhouette enters the store.
Robin immediately sees Steve's eyes drawn to it, and his energy shifts. He's no longer showboating. Instead, he's opting for speed. Churning out requested ice creams so fast, Robin can barely keep up on the register.
Eddie finally reaches the counter, Robin is unceremoniously hip-bumped to the side, and a scooper is thrust at her, "Raspberry ripple, with the freeze-dried raspberries and dark chocolate sauce, please", Steve says to Robin quietly.
A group of older teen girls are also at the counter, all coiffed hair precisely placed on make-up and smacking their lips from chewing gum. Next to them was the tall, wiry-framed metalhead.
Eddie looks at the girls next to him and casts his eyes down, waving a hand in front of himself for them. Robin can see Steve's eyes dart between the ladies and the gent.
"Ahoy, ladies," Steve says, and Robin locks eyes with Eddie, who mouths, "You win" at her.
Robin thinks a win over Eddie should have felt a lot better than this. But instead, it feels flat as she passes the ordered ice cream to Steve at the register.
He takes the order from the girls and asks Robin for it, and as soon as they are dealt with, Eddie steps forward with a big smile and pushes over his money and temporary tattoo, and Steve pushes the Raspberry Ripple order over to him, and Eddie positively beams at him and lifts up a wrapper to his eye line.
"No, not today, Eddie. I've got one for you." Steve says and takes a handmade miniature scroll, made of two matches and rolled paper, from the crevice of his hat, placing it next to Eddie's change as he passes it over.
Eddie collects everything up, and off he goes again. Robin waits a few minutes and offers to take out the trash, a fully charged and weirdly grinning Steve nods, and she heads out back. She scrambles up the wall a little to peek out at the parking lot. Eddie does the same as usual, hands out his ice cream and change before walking to his van.
But this time, there is a pause at his door. He leans against the van and marvels at the little scroll with a big sweet smile. He opens and closes it a few times as if he were about to read a royal decree.
Robin wrinkles up her nose. Eddie was not ever this happy about losing anything.
He unrolls it, reads it, his smile disappears entirely, he shoves the scroll into his pocket and looks around quickly. He even does once around his van before getting into it to reread the note. Then, finally, he sits back in his seat, looking out the window and tapping the paper with his finger.
Realising she probably has been out back for too long, Robin runs back inside to help Steve, but once back inside, the place is virtually empty again, and Steve is in the process of winding down, stacking up boxes ready to take around back. Whistling The Sailor's Hornpipe tune to himself.
"Sorry, Steve, is everything ok?" Robin asks, a little out of breath.
Steve smiles at her, "Yeah, all good here", and he lets a little sigh.
Robin is desperate to ask what Steve put in that note, but she knows she shouldn't.
The next day, Eddie didn't turn up again, and Robin was disappointed, to say the least.
Robin wasn't sure if she was ready to tell Steve that she also had a history of striking out with the opposite sex. In hindsight, it's probably because she wasn't all that into them in the first place. So she could say she understood or at least could see a similar pattern, except that Steve seemed to only focus on pursuing his attraction to girls, but it was clear to her some guys caught his eye too sometimes.
This back and forth with Eddie these last few days must have been what Steve had been trying to instigate with the girls, but they either didn't get it or gave him that pitying look that shook and ultimately starved his confidence.
Eddie fed it.
And though Eddie might not have noticed, Robin sure did. Steve was letting Eddie do that.
Letting him lean a little too far over the counter, serving up innuendos that Eddie would pretend flew right over his head, saving up new tricks with the sauce bottles for when he turned up, but then purposely missing something so it would drop to the floor for him to go and collect and leaving pauses in the conversation for Eddie to fill in with one of his riddles.
Despite all of that, there was a tiny bit of Robin that was also glad Eddie hadn't shown up again that next week because that's when everything kicked off. First, Dustin had turned up, then the Russian code, the Russian military, Robin's confession to Steve in the bathroom stall, and the giant melted flesh beast.
The subject isn't brought up again until she and Steve have a movie night, deciding on their next steps after their last job got burned to the ground. Tonight The Breakfast Club.
Steve is poking around in his tub of strawberry ice cream, "Do you ever miss working at Scoops?"
Robin wiggles her way to sitting-up position, her legs still lying across Steve's lap, "Yeah, I guess. The money was ok, and sometimes you were bearable." She laughs, "What made you ask that?"
Steve holds up his ice cream tub at her. Robin narrows her eyes in response, glances at the TV screen, then back to Steve, and folds her arms, "So all those other times we've had ice cream, you've not missed Scoops?"
Steve shakes his head in a no and continues eating.
She doesn't press the issue, but she knows for sure this isn't about the ice cream alone. So she leaves a silence.
"Robin?" Steve says cautiously, "Why did you egg Eddie on with the getting served first thing?"
Robin keeps her eyes on the tv, but her pulse is racing. Was he going to call her out on attempting a set-up? "Um, I don't know what you mean, Steve."
Steve shifts in his seat, "You sure about that?"
"It was just Eddie and I having a bit of fun", She replies as casually as she can.
"Funny because from where I was standing, it looked a lot like you were trying to set him up to lose." Robin can hear the smirk in Steve's voice.
"Why would I do that?" She scoffs with a laugh.
"First of all, I heard you. Second of all, you one hundred per cent knew that Eddie would not be ungentlemanly enough to be served ahead of a girl" Steve takes Robin's arms gently so he can look her in the eyes as he talks, "I think you wanted to see what he would do to win me over. I think you wanted to see one of your little movies play out in real life."
Robin throws her hands up and slumps back against the arm of the chair, "Ok, you got me, alright? Eddie is a nice guy, if a little weird, but-but you know, you're a nice guy, and a little weird too…, and he's the only person that knows who you are and was over fifteen to come to that counter that didn't judge you for working there. Plus, you kept striking out with these girls, and I thought, what if-if there was a reason for that…." Robin lets her last words hang in the air.
Steve looks at Robin and swallows nervously, "Yeah…I kinda started to wonder about that too…."
"When? Now??" Robin rapidly sits up and curls her legs behind her, so she's now kneeling on the couch, looking at Steve and grabbing his shoulders to turn to her.
Steve laughs, "Hey, easy. No. Well yes. Now and then too."
"So wait-wait-wait, you liked Eddie? Did you speak to him after? What happened?"
Steve gives her a small forlorn smile, "Ah, you know, I don't think…um…I don't think he felt the same, but at least he was kind enough to keep it to himself."
Robin's eyes go wide, but she doesn't peel her eyes from Steve as she reaches for the popcorn bowl, "Tell me everything…immediately!" She says in all seriousness.
Steve shakes his head, "There honestly isn't much to tell. I wrote him a riddle thing back, and I think he didn't like the answer."
"Ok, I disagree hugely, but we'll circle back to that. What did the riddle say?" Robin asks, leaning over the bowl towards Steve in anticipation. So close, she sees the little flush of embarrassment hit his cheeks.
"Alright, but don't laugh too hard. I'm not Shakespeare, ok? It said:
I can be at hello
I can be at goodbye
I'm on the tip of a straw when your mouth is dry
But you can't have mine if you're too shy." Steve mutters faintly.
In joyous disbelief, Robin pushes Steve's shoulder, "Are you kidding me? You wrote that on that tiny little scroll thing you made?"
Steve looks a little embarrassed and nods.
"Well, do I have news for you. He didn't hate it. He loved that little thing. He had this great big grin on his face! He wasn't even coming in for ice cream! He gave them away, and when he opened it, he was thinking about something." Popcorn is flying everywhere as Robin animatedly reels off all the snippets she saw, gesturing wildly.
Steve laughs heartily and captures her arms, "Hey, calm down. Even if all of that was true, he never came back or tried to contact me about it. So you know, that's that."
Robin throws her arm around Steve in a big side hug.
"It's fine, honestly. I've got a few dates lined up this week, so it's all good. But, in a way, I'm kinda glad he didn't come back to the mall. He could have got dragged into all that stuff like you did, and honestly, I wouldn't have wanted to get drugged, crash a car or set fire to the grossest thing I've ever seen in my life with anyone else," Steve smiles bashfully and feeds Robin a spoon of ice cream.
She smiles back reassuringly at him for a moment, and then she recalls something. Something she thought at the time made no sense, but now it was all slotting together. Robin points at him, "Fire! Fire!!"
Steve frantically looks around as they both leap off the sofa. Robin has a huge smile on her face and runs out of the room and up to Steve's room and pulls out their scrapbook. She flicks through the pages of photos, newspaper clippings and debris of the mall incident and scoops.
She finds the article she wants and flicks through the surrounding pages excitedly, "There!! Right there!!" She pokes at the black and white grainy photo of the Mall site when the clean-up crew was there.
Steve circles the bed to kneel next to her and looks at the book.
Burnt into one of the panels around the site are the words, "NOT SHY JUST STUPID X"
There is a kind of sequel to this as requested by a reader. It is a small completed series and is set after the events of S4 in a universe where everyone is still alive Cryptic Cupid
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Hospital Jail Break
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premise: this is my version of what happened if Eddie lived in Vol.2 and everyone cared about him! A week after the events in the upside down and Vecna cracking Hawkins in half Eddie finds himself cuffed to a hospital bed with no escape in sight. Until, Dustin's older sister shows up to save the day with a half cocked plan and a ragtag group of accomplices.
pairing: eddie munson x dustin's sister!reader
word count: pairing: 1899
warnings:  none
notes:  the plan is to write some sort of continuation to this but I want to see if anyone is even interested in more of it. So, please comment and interact to let me know what you guys think!
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Eddie’s eyes started to water as he continued to stare at the same ceiling tile he’d been observing for the last twenty minutes when he heard the voice. 
Such a familiar voice. 
But it couldn’t be, there’s no way you’d be anywhere near this place right now let alone trying to get into his room. They’d had this place locked down like a high security prison since they’d brought him in a week ago. At least, that’s what the nurse had told him when he first woke up. It wasn’t like he could really verify the accuracy of that statement seeing as he was handcuffed to his bed almost 24/7.
“Thank you so much, officer,” the sweet voice rang out, louder now. Like it was coming from just inside the door to his room. “I promise I’ll make this quick!”
Holy shit, it is her.
The door clicked closed before an echo of heavy boots followed on the tile before he saw you appear around the corner. “You up for a jail break,” you asked, hands placed matter of factly on your hips.
“Uuuuh,” was all Eddie could get out at this point.
Nobody, not one single person, had been allowed in his room since he’d been brought here. Not even his poor uncle who he’d heard begging the cop guarding the door on his second day there. But here you were, like it was just another day. A lot cleaner than the last time he’d seen you, although his mind was a little fuzzy from that night given all the blood he’d lost.
A hand waved in front of his face, “earth to Munson,” you sang, pulling him from his thoughts of that night.
“Shit, sorry,” he finally responded. “What exactly do you mean jail break? I’m in here for murder, multiple to be precise.” 
You huffed as if he wasn’t getting some joke you’d just told, annoyance evident on your face. Without another word you pulled two bobby pins from the tight bun you had pulled back at the nape of your neck, the long strand of hair they’d been holding back falling in your face before you could tuck it safely behind your ear.
“I’m getting you out of here,” you spoke softly as to not let the cop just outside the door hear. “We all know you’re not the psycho killer the entire town has convinced itself you are. You should hear the news, are they letting you turn the tv on? It’s probably a good thing if they aren’t. This total idiot is on the news saying it wasn’t an ‘earthquake’ that cracked the entire town in half but that you opened some portal to hell with your creepy voodoo.”
All the color drained from Eddie’s face, “what, you’re kidding!”
“Keep it down,” you shushed him, taking one of his hands that was cuffed to the bed and trying to find a good angle on the lock. “I need to concentrate.” 
“You know if you get caught doing this you get a nice jail cell right next to mine, right,” Eddie whispered, his voice on edge.
You waved him off with a nod of the head, twisting the bobby pin between your teeth until it straightened just enough. “Yeah, Eds, I’m aware of the risk but seeing as you just saved all our asses in the third dimension or whatever the hell that place is I think I owe you one.”
“Sweet face,” he spoke, an attempt to press your buttons so you’d look up at him. “You don’t owe me shit.”
Any other time he’d called you by that name you’d ignore him or flip him the bird but now, now it made your cheeks burn red hot. “I beg to differ,” you replied, brows knitted in concentration as you slid the two little metal pins into the lock of the cuffs. “This isn’t up for debate, Munson. Robin is already talking the cops ear off outside the door. Too late to abort the plan now.”
“W-wait,” he stammered. “You’ve got Robin roped into this too?”
A huff of breath escaped you, annoyed at his dimness, “did you think I was planning the hospital jail break by myself?”
“Well,” he started, his head falling back onto the pillow now. “I guess I didn’t think they’d be rushing to my rescue now that I’m a caught criminal.”
That made you laugh. He was as dramatic as they came and hearing him, the kid who ran the nerdiest club at Hawkins High, call himself a ‘caught criminal’ reminded you of just how dramatic. “They’re the ones who helped me carry your sorry ass out of the upside down after you passed out, Eddie. Those asshole cops won’t let anyone in here…they’ve been trying all week.”
“So…you got in here, how, exactly,” he questioned, looking back down at you.
One more twist of the two bobby pins and bam they popped right open, freeing his right hand. “My charming personality, of course.”
His eyes looked like they were about to bug right out of their head as he realized you’d actually been able to free him of the cuffs. “You’re a genius, I’ll give you that, but how in the hell are you planning on getting me out of this room? Robin can talk but I don’t think she can do anything to move them from that door.”
“Ye of little faith,” you grinned, sitting on the side of the hospital bed, reaching across Eddie’s body for his other cuffed hand. “You’re going out the window, Munson.”
He really couldn’t believe it. Just a few days ago you barely knew each other more than a passing glance as you dropped your younger brother off at Hellfire Club and here you were saving his ass, again. “I’m in the hospital for a reason, Y/N. I don’t know if I’m in the best condition to be scaling a building.”
“You know if you’d shut up for five seconds and stopped doubting me I think this,” you gestured towards your fingers twisting and turning the pins around in the lock. “Might go a little faster. If you must know, Harrington is helping me with the window escape, Dustin is on the ground with Nancy waiting in the getaway car. Besides, we’re on the first floor of this shit hole hospital…you can make it that far in your fragile state.”
Eddie watched your lips curl into a devilish smirk at that last remark, still able to tease him as you worked to get the second cuff off. “You’re all insane, you know that?”
“Dustin would kill me if I didn’t at least try to save your ass,” you replied, finally getting the other cuff to pop open. “Besides, if any Henderson is going to jail I think I’d handle it a lot better than the kid would.”
Before he could think Eddie’s hands grabbed either side of your face and quickly planted a kiss on your lips, something he’d thought about doing every time he’d see you yelling at Dustin from your car outside of the school. It was quick, nothing more than a peck, but it took both of you by surprise. “Uuuuh,” he struggled to find the words, his hands still cupping your face. “I, uh, don’t know what got into me there.”
“Heat of the moment,” you offered, eyes still wide from shock.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he quickly agreed.
Quickly you got up from the bed and tossed his crumpled, bloody clothes over to him, “couldn’t sneak in fresh clothes so that’ll have to wait. You better make it snappy because Robin’s been going for 15 minutes and that’s about 5 minutes longer than I’d planned on.”
The soft murmur of Robin’s rambling could be heard from the other side of the door but now you could hear the voice of a very annoyed cop too. You quickly shot over to the window and fumbled with the heavy lock keeping the window shut to the outside world. Just as you got the lock snapped open Steve popped into view scaring you half to death. “Harrington,” you breathed, shoving the window open as quietly as possible. 
“Sorry, I got held up down below and didn’t think I was gonna get my ass here in time,” he got out in between heavy breaths. “Is the prisoner ready for transport?”
Before you could turn to check you felt Eddie press up behind you, leaning his head over your shoulder to get a look at Steve. “Shit, you weren’t kidding about this plan!”
“I wasn’t risking my ass for nothing,” you grinned, moving out of the way to allow him to start out the window. “Careful, none of us have any medical training outside of Neosporin and a Band-Aid. And I promise you that my bedside manner is a lot worse than those snooty nurses I met outside your room.”
“Oh you mean my biggest fans,” Eddie joked, carefully putting one leg through the window then the other until Steve steadied him on the other side of the glass.
“Making friends everywhere you go, I see,” Steve rolled his eyes.
Eddie opened his mouth to say something back to you but you’d already closed the window and locked it once more. A quick thumbs up to Steve before you closed the curtains quickly and made your way back out of the room. 
Now this was the tough part of the plan.
In Dustin’s scenario the idiot cop would shoo you out of the room and down the hall without thinking to check in on Eddie. But it couldn’t be that easy, could it? 
One quick deep breath before reaching for the handle to the heavy wood door, your fingers trembling worse than they had been after Eddie had kissed you just minutes ago. As nonchalantly as you could muster you breezed out of the door, slamming it behind you, before turning to the cop. “You know what, you were right, that kid is a real psycho,” you spit out the prepared speech your little brother had coached you through. “I appreciate you letting me tell him off one last time, for my brother.”
“You better leave before my boss finds out you were anywhere near here,” he replied, eyes still focused straight ahead.
Your eyes went from him to the door and back, waiting for him to look in on his prison but not so much as a twitch of his hand alerted you to that being his next move. “No worries, officer,” you grinned. “You won’t be seeing me anywhere near this place anytime soon!”
A few steps took you around the corner and you ran directly into a very worried and wound up Robin. “Did it work, is he out? Did he get down the building alright? Wh-,” she rambled quickly.
“Robin,” you whispered, grabbing hold of her shoulders to steady her before you got motion sickness from the way she was flailing her hands about. “If you don’t shut up I’ll turn right around and tell one of those cops that you’re the one who sprung the psycho teenage serial killer.”
She bit her lip in an attempt to stop her word vomit, “But, did…”
“He’s on the roof with Steve as we speak,” you winked, giving her a reassuring squeeze. “So far, so good.”
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