#robin buckley the woman u are....

[demobatman]

robbie bobbie

[lionydoorin]

Hi this is for the drawing request involving the sapphic senate

Buff!Robin in her scoops ahoy outfit unloading and bringing in tubs of ice cream to the front of the store and putting them into the freezer before opening and having Nancy, Vickie, and Chrissy hiding in the bushes pulling a Dustin and Lucas with binoculars

OMG SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG 😭 tbh anon drawing buff people is always a challenge for me so i was kinda scared of doing it .. but yk i need to try right !

i know it's far from perfect but overall i kinda liked how this turned out :) it's such a nice/funny prompt tbh shskdhd

anyway, here it is! :)))

[jadeittic]

HS + Y/I: 2022 (SERIES)

EXTRA (3)

PREVIOUS. NEXT.

HARRY STYLES + PLATONIC!EX-1D MEMBER!FEM!READER

WARNINGS: typical instagram comments, swearing

harrystyles

liked by chrisevans, zendaya, florencepugh, and 7,517,918 others

harrystyles As It Was. Out Now.

view all 347,281 comments

username harry im at a funeral rn pls

username GIRL 😭😭😭😭

username TURN THIS SHIT UPPPP

username what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. the dancing???? the singing???? yn????? harry?????

tomholland2013 yourinstagram you look a little funny in that blue jumpsuit

yourinstagram SHUT UP I LOVED THE OUTFIT OKAY

yourinstagram ❤️💙

username THE VOCALS, THEY ARE SERVING. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENINGGG??!?!?! THE WORLD IS HEALING ‼️🙇‍♀️

yourinstagram

liked by harrystyles, jefezoff, gracieabrams, and 3,719,615 others

yourinstagram as it was out everywhere now!

view all 121,538 comments

username YN HONEY I THOUGHT YOU WERENT GONNA POST ANYTHINF TODAY.

username for a second i thought you and harry had serious beef

yourinstagram we do have serious beef

britanny_broski i fainted. it’s the second time this day

username THEYRE GOING TO BREAK THE INTERNET AGAIN SOON

chrisevans Dodger and I are so proud of you two ❤️ We miss you a lot.

yourinstagram sucks to say i only miss the dog, not the owner. thank u for ur kind words tho!

username JAILLLLLL 😭😭😭😭

username CHRIS 💀

chrisevans Ouch. What a way to offend me. 😒

username YOU KNOWWWW ITS NOT THE SAME AS IT WAAAASSSS

celebnews

liked by username, and 76,819 others

celebnews harry styles and yn ln rumored to be performing at coachella this year after releasing a collaboration album.

view all 10,718 comments

username YN AND HARRY???? AT COACHELLA???? PERFORMING TOGETHER??? IS THERE MORE I COULD ASK FOR

username you dk whats gonna happen to me if this actually happened

username omg. hoping for this 2 be true.

username YNRRY?????????? 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

username ❤️❤️

username WE SHALL RISEEEEE

username ALL HAIL YNRRY!

yourinstagram

liked by tomholland2013, gatenmatarazzo, harrystyles, and 4,261,197 others

yourinstagram robin when she found out yn and harry are performing at coachella this week

view all 238,860 comments

username HELLO???

username how is she so calm abt this what

username IM CRYING

harrystyles Another performance with you?

yourinstagram saying that like its a bad thing 😭😭

username MY FAV DUO LETS GOOOOOO

username TURN THIS SHIT UP YALL

username THE RIGHT WAY TO TREAT YOU BOTH 🙌🙌🙌

harrystyles

liked by jennaortega, noahschnapp, jefezoff, and 4,619,715 others

harrystyles Robin Buckley says that she’s delighted to have YN and Harry to perform at Coachella this week. Are you?

view all 281,821 comments

username WHAT A WAY TO CONFIRM THIS

username HARRY STYLES IS ROBIN BUCKLEY FAN?

username a crossover i didnt know i needed

username YES YES HARRY I AM DELIGHTED TO HAVE YOU BOTH AT COACHELLA THIS WEEK

emmachamberlain literally spending all my money just for this

username HISTORY. THIS WILL MAKE SO MUCH HISTORY.

noahschnapp milliebobbybrown TAKE ME HERE PLEASE

milliebobbybrown i literally just spent half my money for you

noahschnapp i dont care JUST PLEASEEE TAKE ME TO GO SEE THEM

yourinstagram

liked by timotheechalamet, chrispratt, zayn, and 4,716,810 others

yourinstagram april ‘22. coachella.

view all 491,471 comments

username I NEARLY PASSED OUT WHEN SHE STARTED SINGING

username oh lord

username when they both performed kiwi i swear i felt my legs become weak

username ON MY KNEES FOR THIS WOMAN.

sydneysweeney i cant believe i witnessed this moment. how are u both real!

username YNRRYCHELLA HAS MY HEART

zendaya what a wonderful show you both put on!! proud of harry and my girl <3

timotheechalamet GO GIRL WE LOVED YOU AND HARRY

florencepugh i lost my voice after screaming for yn and yn only

harrystyles Rude.

username her and harrys outfit are beyond omg

harrystyles

liked by yourinstagram, florencepugh, gemmachan, and 5,715,910 others

harrystyles Coachella, April 2022.

view all 371,716 comments

chrishemsworth Holy shit

chrisevans Holy shit indeed

username IM SHITTING MY PANTS

username HARRYCHELLA HAS MY HEART ❤️❤️❤️❤️

username definition of making history.

username WHEN HE AND YN SHOWED UP ON STAGE I WAS BAWLING MY EYES OUT 😭

username ok but the outfits did things to me and i think i like them

yourinstagram i almost tripped because of you

username GIRL YOU WERE ABOUT TO BREAK THAT GORGEOUS FACE OF YOURS

username IM GONNA CRY SHE LITERALLY WAS GONNA FALL OFF STAGE

username yall dont deserve the crowd you had last night

username YNRRYCHELLA SUPREMACY 🙇‍♀️

ynupdates

liked by username, and 12,462 others

ynupdates yn ln last night at coachella!

view all 5,810 comments

username YN LNNNNNN???!?!???

username THE HAIR. THE CLOTHES. THE GLASSES. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username MOMMY

username she and harry literally stole the show

username NEED A MAID???? I CAN CLEAN yourinstagram

username SHE IS EVERYTHING IM TELLING YOU

ynrry

liked by username, and 18,715 others

ynrry yn ln, harry styles, lizzo, and shania twain at coachella.

view all 4,817 comments

username WHEN SHANIA SHOWED UP I COULDNT EVEN THINK ANYMORE

username MY FAVORITES

timotheechalamet I LOVE MY IDOLS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username NOT YOU COMMENTING

username im telling my kids theyre the ones who ruled the world

username AS THEY FUCKING SHOUUUULLDDDDDD

username 🙌🙌🙌🙌

ynupdates

liked by username, and 6,850 others

ynupdates yn ln via instagram story.

[jaegerisim]

I am so mad rn. I was peacefully going thru the ronance tag when i came across a fic tagged as ronance. But when I looked closer I realized it was a “Steve/Billy/Eddie” fic cross tagged! Not only that but 2 tags were “Not Nancy Wheeler or Robin Buckley friendly” and the other was “Nancy Wheeler is homophobic”. The author is a cishet woman aka a fujoshi. 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 To make matters worse I discovered that “Not Nancy Wheeler friendly” is a whole ass tag filled with Steddie, H*ring rove and Stobin fics. I am so mad I wanna punch something. I will NOT tolerate Nancy Wheeler slander! It got worse cuz in one apparently it was tagged “Will Byers and Billy Hargrove have a sibling relationship” and “Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler Slander” So I’m like bitch?? 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 Will would hate Billy sm cuz he’d remind him of Lonnie. Also have u even watched the show?? These ppl physically pain me and make me wanna crawl into a hole and die.

[gay4abby]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do some Robin x reader fluff. Like maybe one is cooking and the other just comes up behind and gives some back hugs and nuzzles. Maybe with a lot of compliments or a love confession 👀 idk my head is just filled with clingy Robin

Have a good day/night! :)

ෆ pairing. robin buckley x fem!reader (no y/n)

ෆ word count. TBA

ෆ warnings. talks abt low self esteem !! & just tooth rotting fluff ‹𝟥 ( made this modern day if u don’t mind ! i imagined reader n robin in a studio apartment somewhere in seattle sjsjsjs )

the sizzling of the pan echoed throughout the very tiny apartment of ____ and robin, an pleasant aura wafting through every crook and cranny of the shoe sized home. they made do with what they had and could not complain anymore about it. so long as they had a roof over their heads, they were perfect. content. robin was off in her corner, behind the room divider that separated both their beds from each other and the hall. the pair were not anything besides friends, but robin was harbouring feelings that made her feel embarrassed about anything she did around the woman she lived with.

robin had a crush on ____. if anything, though, that crush became something even more the longer they spent in the same vicinity. it took a lot for robin to admit it to herself, but she did. and when she came to the realisation she felt as guilty as ever. it felt like an invasion of her space, like she was intruding on her in a way that was only allowed for a best friend. everything they have done together was under the guise of being platonic, but now that robin feels a different way, it just feels wrong.

“hey, robin?” her voice fluttered through the home, gentle and knocking off the walls as it reached robin’s ears. every time ____ so much as uttered her name, she felt a whirlwind of butterflies in her stomach. a light hmm was said in return to ____’s call; robin did not waste any time in meeting her halfway, eyes solely on hers and nothing else. “i gotta use the restroom real quick, do you mind watching the stir fry?” her voice was soft, eyes gentle as it awaited an answer from the auburn girl.

robin nodded her head, a goofy smile appearing on her lips. “of course, i’ll try my best to keep it safe while you’re away.” ____ could not help but giggle, shaking her head and rushing off to the restroom in a scurry. the lovesick girl could not help but watch you run off in the direction of your shared loo, the smile on her lips never leaving as she finally turned her attention to the food you were making for the both of you. at the sight of it, she was actually confused on what to do.

if there is one thing robin does not know how to do, is cook. she has not cooked a day in her life. she practically felt useless about it some point when you both first moved in with each other, but ultimately had that feeling squashed as soon as you said it didn’t matter. and to balance out the work around the small apartment, the both of you decided you will do the cooking and grocery shopping, she will do the cleaning and organising. for a brain like hers, it just made sense. robin was a master of keeping her hands busy and the best way to do that was to put things in order.

the auburn girl had a knack for putting things in places that belonged together. she could not quite deal with the idea of house having things in them and those said items never having a place to go. everything had a place, you just had to figure out which category it meshed into. that is robin’s reasoning and you could not agree more. you both balanced each other in ways that seemed impossible. in ways robin thought she could never find. to be fair, every night she thanked whatever God was up there that she had you. but, this is something she’ll never admit to you.

she watched the stir fry as best as she could. and when i say watched, like she literally stared at it as she moved it around carefully with the spatula. hoping it would not stick to the pan and again hoping you would come back in time to do your thing. she was like a child waiting in line for their mother to come back and they were inching closer and closer to register. it frightened her because she did not know what to do. knowing robin, her heart rate began to pick up with each passing minute.

it felt like she stood there close to an hour, but it had only been three minutes before she felt a pair of lanky arms wrapped around her middle, her going stiff as her eyes stayed glued to the now finished stir fry. “you handled that pretty well.” your soft voice carried through her and she yearned for more as she leaned into your touch hoping it didn’t seem too weird that she melted as quickly as she realised it was you.

“told you i’d keep it safe,” she replied just as softly. “i even managed to give a little brown hue, you know the one that lets you know it’s all good? yeah. who said i couldn’t cook?”

“you, dingus.”

“hey? we stealing words now? that’s my line. no one ever uses dingus on me except for me.” a beat went by before she realised what she had said. in the moment of your quick banter she hadn’t realised she threw herself under the bus, a bright red hue appearing on her cheeks as you tried your very best to hold back a laugh that was trying to come out your throat. it was a pathetic attempt, one robin noticed quickly. “move over.” you squeezed her sides, gently placing her to the side and her yearning for your touch as you finished up the dinner for the night.

her mind was muddled with fondness. her eyes watched you carefully, whipping the spatula to get the food just right, hand on the handle of the pan and it clenching every so often when you wanted to lift it at a certain angle to move the food around to prevent sticking. you hadn’t even noticed there was a warmth settling over the apartment as you turned the stove off, placing the pan on the cooling tray and got ready for the plates. robin beat you to the punch, appearing next to you with two flowery plates, courtesy of your mother who had generously furnished and supplied you guys’ apartment when first moving in.

you placed the food on to the plates, robin immediately going to set up the table. “and when have you ever called yourself dingus? i thought you were too good for self deprecation,” you inquired. that stopped robin in her tracks for a moment, she realised she put up a persona around you when it came to her self confidence. in actuality, robin was the most low self esteemed person she’s known and it is insane that it just dawned on her that she was able to keep up a high confidence act around you. she wanted you to think she had a good head on her shoulders.

“uhh…you’re right. i was just staking my claim for the word. you know, how dogs piss to mark their territory.” that caused a loud snort to emit from you as you placed the food down on the table. robin stared at you with a dopey smile, she loved making you laugh it was a favourite pass time for her. if she could record the sound of your laugh and have it as her ringtone, she’d never change the damn thing.

“so that was you staking your claim?”

“solidifying it, if you will.”

“sit down and eat, buckley.” she saluted you. “yes, ma’am!” you could deal with her wittiness for as long as she’ll let you. there’s just one thing robin is very oblivious to, even if she thinks she has every thing down to a T. you like her just as much. if not more. two lovesick fools, living underneath one roof and acting as domesticated as two people can get who are just roommates. any outsider would think you both were very invested in each other, never leaving the others side unless it was to do something important like going to work (though, you both were home mostly due to remote work).

you both sat across from one another at the little table and dug into your dinner. the entire ambience was warm, calm. at least to you. you always felt that way when around robin, your heart flutters at the mere sight of her. never wanting that feeling to fade. “you’re not a dingus, by the way.” robin looked up from her food, dazed a bit by the overwhelming wave of flavour. if there’s one thing you really knew how to do well, was cook. she could never get enough do your cooking and baking. “what?”

“you’re not a dingus. i was just being silly with you. i don’t see you that way. i hope you know that.” your eyes carried a sincere expression as you looked at her. the food in mouth became dry, everything felt dry around her even with the warmth that the both of you radiated. “i knew that. i know when you’re joking with me, ____. i’ve learned to call the cues.”

your heart soared beyond the stratosphere. your face remained neutral. robin gulped inaudibly, she turned back to her food after giving you a soft smile. it wasn’t like robin to be so quiet, but in a moment like this she felt it better to be quiet and bask in the feeling of being in each other’s presence. you had caught her gulp, but didn’t speak anything of it.

you both subtly drew towards one another, you hadn’t realised your feet were playing a delicate game of footsie. your left foot over her left as the right made its way underneath both feet to intertwine with the other. it dawned on you both without realising it, and when you were finished eating you could not bring yourself to move your feet away. “that was delicious, ____,” she smacked her lips of the taste from the stir fry. you giggled at her childlike behaviour, both of you in sync on getting up. from any outsider’s point of view, it was as though the pair of you have been together longer than anyone knows. you both flowed with each other so naturally and there were opposing attitudes from you two.

robin had took it upon herself to collect both of your plates and began setting out to clean, already knowing her place. it was like clockwork with you two, one makes the food while. other deals with the mess that comes after it all. the pair of you had familiarised each other with all the quirks and habits that make you both who you are. robin was absolutely smitten the minute she found out you can do almost anything with a potato. and she’s a very picky eater, but somehow manages to scarf down anything that was placed in front of her that was made by you.

“i’ll clean up. you know the drill, go relax.” robin gently pushed you away from the kitchen getting back to the task at hand. you were going to be bored out of your mind waiting for robin so you decided that you’ll liven up the atmosphere a little by placing on a vinyl. the 1-800’s lovewave flowed through the speakers as robin was finishing up the last of the dishes, her eyes landing on you as twirled around the living area, swaying to the intro before it rushed into the verse. she couldn’t stop her heart from racing a mile a minute.

robin was so captivated by your carefreeness. if she could hold this scene in her memory forever, she’d play it a hundred times over any chance she got. “come dance with me,” you said, dragging out the word dance with a soft whine and the cutest pout robin has ever seen. she joined you, intertwining your hands together as soon as she got close to you. the music playing and the pair of you rhythmically dancing to the chorus, robin couldn’t keep her eyes off you.

“i-i have to tell you something.” moment of truth, robin thought. she said it so quietly, she had thought you didn’t hear her for a second. you looked at her with your big (e/c) eyes, expression becoming softer by the minute. you were anticipating what she was going to say and robin felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dropped over her head. she couldn’t lose you if it meant expressing her feelings would ruin the friendship. but she couldn’t stand the bubbling sensation she felt every time you looked at her or when you would talk about being involved with someone who wouldn’t treat you right like she would.

before she could continue, she walked over to the vinyl player and paused the music before turning around to face you. her expression was of a deer caught in headlights, robin didn’t know how to start this, but she knew she had to let it out. “we- we’ve always,” she paused, fiddling with her fingers. “you know i would never do anything to jeopardise what we have. and we have an agreement that if either of us get uncomfortable, we tell one another.”

that last sentence made your heart race. did you make her uncomfortable somehow? what did you do? you went back into your memory to see what exactly could have caused this to be sprung up, but you came up short. “did i do something wrong? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean t-”

robin was quick to shut down your overthinking. “no no, you didn’t! just — fuck okay, let me start that over.” she took hold of both your hands and led you to the small couch that occupied most of your living area. her hands tightly gripped yours and you waited patiently for the nervous girl to continue. “we always said we will communicate with one another when something is eating us alive. and it’s been bothering me for as long as i can remember.

“____, i really-” she didn’t get a chance to finish before you cut her off with your own confession. “i love you, robin.” those three little words short circuited her brain for a bit; eyes blinking profusely. she felt as though her ears weee deceiving her, “come again?”

“i always have and i couldn’t sit here and watch you choke up on yourself to admit it. we both know you have a hard time doing that,” you smiled warmly at the flustered girl, robin’s heart rate itself speeding up but not over anxiety, but of excitement and relief. she couldn’t believe the person she’s been pining after felt the same way about her. it was already hard enough to come to terms that she is lesbian, but to be in love with your best friend on top of that was even more frustrating. it was something she had to get used to.

robin’s eyes fluttered closed for a minute before she opened her eyes again to stare at the beautiful dream in front of her. “can i kiss you, pl-”

“yes. as many times as you like.” that was all she needed to hear before she dove right in and planted a soft kiss on your warm lips. that’s all she felt after that moment you two shared. and you made sure she always had enough of it to carry her on.

[clemkruckinnie]

^^pov: robin looking adoringly at u

warnings: nothing really?? mentions of insecurity, steve is a menace

robin having a gf taller than her would include…

-the first time she sees you is at scoops

-it’s a humid summer day in the mall, so you’ve got on shorts and a tank top, talking with your friends as you walk in to the parlor

-you’re in at the request of your friend, who only went in because she’s had a crush on steve forever and wanted to talk to him.

-instead of steve, however, it’s another girl your age, eyes widening when she looks at you.

-you feel a pang of insecurity at first, but then you realize where her gaze is.

-all she can look at is your long legs in those shorts, even as she explains to your disappointed friend that steve is on his break.

-your friends leave soon after, and you promise to catch up, claiming that you wanted ice cream, so you were buying ice cream, god damn it

-you talk as she scoops the ice cream for your sundae, and as if robin wasn’t screwed enough, you laugh at all her dumb jokes.

-for once, robin throws caution to the wind, and asks for your number-to “hang out”, trying to make it so she can pass it off as completely platonic

-you, having used your sapphic spidey sense, tell her “it’s a date” with a wink, paying for your ice cream and sliding her a napkin with your number on it.

-you hear the back door open and shut as you turn around, then a loud “ARE YOU KIDDING???” from a masculine voice, and then the door flies back open.

-you stand there in shock as steve “the hair” harrington, clad in the most ridiculous work uniform known to man, gives you a once over and then sighs angrily, turning back to the breakroom

-“oh what the FUCK, BUCKLEY, SHE’S HOT!”

-robin is so fucking whipped for you, it’s insane

-be prepared for all the cheesey height-specific nicknames

-“legs, can you get me that tape from the top shelf?”

“my girlfriend, the amazon” etc etc

-robin isn’t tiny either, can i get a “power couple” anyone???

-steve making the two of you stand back to back, then making you stand back to back with him, trying to prove he’s taller than you

-“i can’t believe you got a girlfriend first, buckley”

“one that’s got a few inches on you, too”

“hey, i’ve got ‘em where it counts”

(cue you boo-ing as robin throws empty tape boxes at him)

-clothes sharing!!!!! we know robin buys her clothes bigger and she would keep doing that for her gorgeous tall gf

-even if something is a few inches short on you, she likes it when you cuff your jeans because she thinks it’s cute. win-win

-when the kids meet you they’re :O because growth spurts aside you’re still the tallest woman theyve ever seen

-(el is convinced you’re wonder woman. no one has the heart to tell her you’re not)

- -the day mike passes you up is one for the books-there’s a lot of screaming, laughing, scream laughing, and genuine joy from steve especially

-“WHAT NOW!!! WHAT NOW!!!!”

“she’s still way prettier.” robin tells him, slinging a proud arm around you, and this time it’s steve’s turn to boo her

-in conclusion robin loves tall women, @ duffer bros cast me as her gf for s5

[esoterium]

top 100 characters statistical "which character" is similar to yours personality quiz

**picking five characters i know to add to the list while i take a couple!!*

Nomi Marks (Sense8): 83%

Marianne (Portrait of a Lady): 83%

Inej Ghafa (Shadow and Bone): 83%

Salvatore Romano (Mad Men): 82%

F o x M u l d e r  (T h e X - F i l e s): 82%

Torvi (Vikings): 82%

Baby (Baby Driver): 82%

Ally Maine (A Star Is Born): 82%

Marie Kreutz (The Bourne Identity): 81%

Riley Blue (Sense8): 81%

Elisa Esposito (The Shape of Water): 81%

Buck Vu (The OA): 81%

Alice Cullen (Twilight): 80%

Abby Sciuto (NCIS): 80%

Ben Hargreeves (TUA): 80%

Andy Dufresne (The Shawshank Redemption): 80%

Floki (Vikings): 80%

Rogue (X-Men): 80%

Amanita Caplan (Sense8): 80%

Juliana Crain (The Man in the HC): 80%

Ola Nyman (Sex Ed): 80%

Willow Rosenberg (Buffy): 79%

Neo (The Matrix): 79%

Ariadne (Inception): 79%

Guinan (Star Trek: TNG): 79%

W i l l G r a h a m  (H a n n i b a l): 79%

Bonnie Bennett (TVD): 79%

Monica Dutton (Yellowstone): 79%

Sam Button (The Perks): 79%

Frenchie (The Boys): 79%

Robin Buckley (ST): 79%

Marianne Sheridan (Normal People): 79%

W a n d a M a x i m o f f  (WandaVision): 79%

Violet Parr (The Incredibles): 79%

Luna Lovegood (HP): 78%

Nymphadora Tonks (HP): 78%

Trinity (The Matrix): 78%

Jasper Hale (Twilight): 78%

Toni Topaz (Riverdale): 78%

Kalinda Sharma (The Good Wife): 78%

Han Lue (Fast & Furious): 78%

Amélie Poulain (Amélie): 78%

Maeve Wiley (Sex Education): 78%

Cassie Thomas (Promising Young Woman): 78%

River Tam (Firefly): 77%

Omar Little (The Wire): 77%

Morpheus (The Matrix): 77%

William H. 'Shakespeare' Hill (This Is Us): 77%

Jonah Byrde (Ozark): 77%

Chris Washington (Get Out): 77%

Lane Kim (Gilmore Girls): 77%

Céline (Before Sunrise): 77%

Ada Shelby (Peaky Blinders): 77%

Jonathan Byers (ST): 77%

Benjamin Button (TCCBB): 77%

Heloise (Portrait of a Lady): 77%

Lily Iglehart (Sex Ed): 77%

Naomi Nagata (The Expanse): 77%

Hester Prynne (The Scarlet Letter): 77%

Remus Lupin (HP): 76%

Maeve Millay (Westworld): 76%

Daniel Jackson (Stargate SG-1): 76%

Rosalind Walker (CAOS): 76%

Storm (X-Men): 76%

Hernando Fuentes (Sense8): 76%

Dr. Sean Maguire (Good Will Hunting): 76%

Mozzie (White Collar): 76%

Kinsey Locke (Locke & Key): 76%

J o h n W i c k  (John Wick): 76%

Ekko (Arcane): 76%

Albus Dumbledore (HP): 75%

Inara Serra (Firefly): 75%

D'Angelo Barksdale (The Wire): 75%

Janis Ian (Mean Girls): 75%

Damian Leigh (Mean Girls): 75%

Dom Cobb (Inception): 75%

Michael Scofield (Prison Break): 75%

Jughead Jones (Riverdale): 75%

Darlene (Mr. Robot): 75%

Wyldstyle (The Lego Movie): 75%

Nairobi (Money Heist): 75%

Penelope (The Odyssey): 75%

Aunt Polly (Peaky Blinders): 75%

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds): 75%

Joyce Byers (ST): 75%

Will Byers (ST): 75%

Angela Montenegro (Bones): 75%

Maleficent (Maleficent): 75%

Kang Sae-byeok (Squid Game): 75%

Jules Vaughn (Euphoria): 75%

Viktor (Arcane): 75%

Suzuha Amane (Steins;Gate): 75%

Natalie (Yellowjackets): 75%

Jyn Erso (Rogue One): 75%

S i r i u s B l a c k  (HP): 74%

Elizabeth Bennet (Pride & Prejudice): 74%

Black Widow (MCU): 74%

Paul Smecker (Boondock Saints): 74%

Ciri (The Witcher): 74%

Kurt Hummel (Glee): 73%

[justlydiasworld]

hii can i get 3 and 5 from the nsfw prompt for dom robin buckley 😛 thank u

Needy Thing

Pairing: Robin Buckley x F!Reader

Summary: Robin once again has to remind you that you’re the submissive one in this relationship. It doesn’t matter if she has to tell you personally or fuck the living hell out of you. She just likes proving her point, and that’s exactly what she’s doing.

Warning(s): pet names, dom!robin , sub!reader , aggressive Robin , begging, just really smutty. Fluff at the end so don’t worry. Jealous Rob!

Nsfw prompt list: #3 “I’ll rub your puffy clit whenever I want. I own you.” #5 “Yeah?you like that baby?You like that?

Authors Note: I suck booty at making smut,so this may end up into a one shot,but who knows. Thank you for requesting anon, hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it out for you guys! My requests are still open at the moment so please take full advantage of that.

Edit: it turned out to be an actual long fanfic. Enjoy!

“what were you doing with Eddie?” Robin sat comfortably on the edge of her bed. Her eyes laid not on you- but her rings. She twisted it with irritation. “we were having our usual movie night at his place, you know this Rob.” You chuckle softly and gently close the magazine, leaving it on top of a nightstand near you. You pull the thick blanket over your body, expecting Robin to cuddle against you like she always does. “Rob? You coming my love?” Your tone becoming softer, worried that she might take it the wrong way. You sat up next to her and grabbed her arm and hugged it. “I promise It’s-“

your lips tingled from the sudden sensation that hit your mouth. Robins cherry cola lips smacked onto yours.

“You know I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” Her voice changed. Very low and possessive. You were flustered by everything and it took you a second to realize that Robin was jealous, and a horny-jealous robin, is hectic. “Baby- you know it’s not like that.” Her hand were now pressing against yours. Your hands above you, not being able to budge.

“Struggling there sweetheart? Mommy’s gonna show you who you belong to.” Her raspy voice becomes more clear and now two inches away from your ear. Your body twitched, aching for more. “I swear it’s not like that Rob. Please.” You begged, not liking how this is turning out but fuck did you want her to destroy your insides. Robin chuckled, she loved seeing you beg and turning helpless. It turns her on even more.

“Take your clothes off.” She demanded. Her grip now lifted, sitting back and watching you take your clothes off gingerly. You take off your pjs and swiftly the make your way on top of her bed. Robin takes her shorts and tank top off. She’s now laying perfectly on top of you, blue eyes and just the right amount of freckles kissed her face. Your eyes weren’t laid on hers though, it was laid on her plumped chest. It was beautiful.

You had no clue what you got yourself into once you were about to grab robins chest. As much as she loved you, she can’t let you have your way in bed. It’s her way of punishing you. She smacked your hand away from her boobs, not a light smack but a smack that leaves a harsh sting at the end. “Ow” you bit your lip and immediately take your hands away. She took your hand that she slapped and kissed it. Muttering some words that left her mouth,” ‘m sorry princess, but I have to mark what’s mine. I’ll treat you better don’t worry. “ The things this woman did to you were outrageous. The light rasp in her tone and how you can feel her smirk growing against your warm skin.

After teasing you for half an hour, Robin decided that she had her fun. You were close to coming on her fingers until she slipped it out. You could hear grunts and your lewd moans bouncing off the walls. “ mmh, Rob baby please. “ your eyes squeezed shut. Panting and trying to catch your breath. “ yes love? What is it that you’re begging for? “ your legs spread wide and robins head now kissing the inside of your thigh. Small sloppy kisses. She was teasing you again. You open your eyes to see the brunette look at you with her unholy blue eyes. “ Tell me what you fucking want. “ Robin bites softly on the sucked on bruise she left before. A moan slipping from your lips. Arching your back and grunting. “ Robin pl-please, I want your hands in me. Fuck! Please!” Pathetic. Such a needy thing for her.

“Just like that. Yes, tell me what you want sweet girl.” She makes her way on top of you and now kissing your lips gently. A way of telling you that she’s gonna take things seriously now. “Mm, thank you Robin. Thank you.” You whimper underneath your breath. “ But don’t forget one thing (y/n). “ She pulled away from the kiss and looks at you. “ I’ll rub your puffy clit whenever I want. I own you. “ She takes two fingers and not with any heads up- she shoves them in. No mercy. Jealousy still hits heavy on robins poor heart, but she can’t let you forget that she owns you. “Fu-Fuck! Robin! Mm! Thank you!” She fucked you so well. Pounding her fingers in your ruined hole. So swollen and red from all the teasing. As Robin picks up her pace and places her tongue on your puffed clit, she takes her tongue away and sees you roughly playing with your nipples. Head tilted back and eyes rolled. You could see fucking stars.

She smirks at your sinful state. Her head now lowered and putting her tongue back to work. Pounding you, and in exchange for doing so, she can hear you scream her name endless times. Can Eddie fill you up better than your own girlfriend? Absolutely not. You were now reaching your climax, walls tighten around robins finger. Back arching and now fucked to the max by just her tongue and fingers. Robin can’t help but smile at you, wanting to cum on her precious fingers. “ Yeah?you like that baby?You like that? “

You screamed out her name once more and your sweet cream filled her mouth. Licking everything that came inside of you. She wasn’t done yet, she took three of her fingers and aggressively stuffed it in. “Ro-Robin. Mm, can’t take in. Pl-please. “ You muttered out barely. Eyes closed and body tired from that one stimulation. “ No. One more. “ Thrusting in with no mercy. Please is all you felt from her fingers, pounding and pounding endlessly. You’re now gripping the sheets and moaning with satisfaction. Not even seconds later, cum left your fucked up hole. The blue eyed girl sucked gently and licked everything. Your whole body shook, pussy swollen and tired eyes.

“How was that baby? Did I do well?”She whispered beside you. Cuddling up against your heated body. Being the warm sunshine she is after a rough sex, she understands that she needs to be quieter than usual. “ hmph. “ You furrowed your brows and pouted. All Robin could see was the back of your head and body, but she can definitely hear that pout. “ mm? Did I not do well princess? “ her voice changing, an upset Robin was the last thing you wanted. “tha-that’s not it. “ you barely muttered out. “ wha-what’d I do then? “ she gulped. Robin is such a cutie. “ mm, Robin mean. I don-don’t like. “ you huffed. Clearly angry. Robin pulls your body against hers. Her neck laid on your shoulder, hands on your waist with care. “I’m sorry princess, I’ll make it up to you.” She whispered near your ear. You didn’t give in, responding with silence. She kissed your back and laid soft kisses. “ may I take care of you now? “ she was sincere about it. About taking care of you. But as petty as you were, you shook your head a bit. “ I take care of-of me. Not y-you. “ stuttering and not even getting the words out was frustrating. “oh. yeah that’s fine. “ she let go of you, keeping her hands to herself. Turning her body. You got up cautiously, Robin stealing a few glance. Making sure you don’t wobble and fall on the ground. Then you finally get in the bathroom and clean yourself off, putting on robins old T-shirt and your shorts back on. Struggling along the lines. You open the door and you see robins soft puppy eyes in front of you. She put on her pjs and holds the little teddy bear that you won for her at the carnival. “Mm? Rob? Why are you crying baby?” Your legs still shaking, but worried about your girlfriend then your leg. “do you still love me? “ she frowns. At the end of the night, she’s still a big baby. You chuckle softly. “ come here, you know I still love you regardless. “ she hugged you with love. She was taller than you but she’s still your little baby. “ ‘m sorry. Just wanted to remind you that you’re mine.. not Eddie’s. “ Robin rubbed your back up and down. Soothing you. “ you’re fine Rob, just be gentle next time please? “ You whisper. “ I promise. “ She muffled against your shirt. Gripping it. Not wanting to let go of you.

[mogai-headcanons]

Jonathan Byers is an autistic bi asexual demiboy with depression, anxiety and selective mutism. He is still figuring his identity and pronouns out, but likes he/they pronouns. He is in love with Nancy Wheeler, a bisexual girl with anxiety who uses she/her and doesn't mind friends calling her they/them. Nancy is also dating Robin Buckley, an autistic lesbian who uses she/he pronouns, he also has adhd and anxiety. Robin has a crush on Vickie, a transfem sapphic who uses she/he/they pronouns, she's autistic and has adhd. Steve Harrington is a bisexual man with pstd, ocd and anxiety who uses he/him pronouns. He is also an age regressor due to trauma, and Robin is his best friend/sister figure. Robin is an age dreamer herself!! Eddie Munson is an autistic gay guy with adhd, he has a special interest in dungeons and dragons and metal music, he uses he/they pronouns but doesn't mind most others except she/her. They're dating Steve, and are also his cg. Jonathan is in a qpr with Argyle, an unlabeled agender gender apathetic dude who doesn't mind masc terms and uses any pronouns. Eddie's friend Chrissy Cunningham is a demigirl lesbian with anxiety and autism, she's also an age regressor!

Jim Hopper has ptsd and depression, he is also questioning if he's asexual/acespec. He uses they/he pronouns, and is dating Joyce Byers, a bisexual woman with anxiety and ptsd who uses she/they pronouns. The two are parental figures to Jonathan, El and Will. They're also both close to Murray Bauman, an unlabeled queer neurodivergent man who doesn't care what pronouns people use for xem. Alexei is (was?) a bisexual autistic man who uses they/he pronouns.

Eleven/Jane Hopper is an autistic nonbinary lesbian with ptsd, they use they/she pronouns and are an age regressor. She has a requited crush on Max Mayfield, a bigender bisexual with adhd and autism who uses he/she pronouns. Max is also dating Lucas Sinclair, who has adhd, is questioning his sexuality, and uses he/him pronouns. His little sister Erica is autistic, gendercute, and has adhd + uses she/her pronouns. Lucas' best friend is Dustin Henderson, an autistic transmasc kid with adhd who uses he/they pronouns who sees Steve as an older brother figure. He's also close friends with Nancy's little brother Mike Wheeler, an autistic trans boy who is also bisexual and in the closet, who uses he/him but doesn't mind they/them. Mike has an unrequited crush on Eleven, but also has feelings for Will Byers, an autistic gay trans boy with anxiety and ptsd who uses he/they. Will has a special interest in art and dungeons + dragons.

They all see each other as found family!!

Oh shit I just realised I forgor smth on my stranger things req that started with an autistic bi ace Jonathan, could u add Jonathan has a special interest in photography pls !! Thank u

Stranger things rqer with Autistic bi ace Jonathan again I'm sorry to keep adding stuff but!! Bob Newby is also dating Joyce Byers and he's a bisexual transgender man with autism and adhd (he/they)

Also could u maybe use a pic of Eleven from s3 if possible !! Aaa I'm sorry I keep changing stuff

fvjdkhjgbkflds oh my god i forgot smth again. same stranger things anon (the jonathan one. again. can i be 🍡 anon?) could u add that steve is questioning his gender, might be transfem, and is experimenting with she/they pronouns with friends as well as usually using he/him (im sorryyyyyyy i keep forgetting >.<)

🍡 anon back again because. i forgor AgAiN im sorryyyyy, could u add that Barbara Holland is a lesbian with anxiety, adhd and autism, she/they, and dating Nancy ? tyy

queued!

[satelitis]

HOW I LOVE BEING A WOMAN — oh how the turn tables ;) , tell me which character you ship me with, or who i remind you of

u remind me of robin buckley idk why 🤭

HOW I LOVE BEING A WOMAN — oh how the turn tables ;) , tell me which character you ship me with, or who i remind you of

RAHHHH TYSM ML <3333 I LOVE ROBIN SM !!!

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

The Only Lesbian- Robin Buckley

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Henderson!Reader

Characters: Robin Buckley

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- OMG SAW U TAKE REQUESTS FOR ROBIN!!! Please do one with Robin x Dustin's Older sister reader HAHAH i think it would be funny to see their dynamic

Word Count: 772

Author: Charlotte

When you needed to find your brother, you had always known where to go. A year ago, you would have been straight to the Wheeler’s to pick him up from playing D&D with his friends, but now if you needed him, he was going to be with Steve Harrington. You had been in the same year as him at school and never really got along, and as Dustin tried to remind you that had had changed a lot recently, you still found it a little odd that your brother was now such good friends with him.

You headed to Scoops Ahoy to find him, knowing that was where Dustin had headed out to this morning. Since Steve had been hired there, you had avoided going to Scoops Ahoy and with Dustin being at camp, you didn’t have reason to go but now that he was back, you didn’t get a choice.

You walked up to the counter, not seeing Dustin or Steve but a pretty woman about your age, wearing a sailor’s costume.

“What can I get you?” She asked.

Blood rushed to your cheeks as she spoke to you. She was vaguely familiar, probably having passed her at school at some point but having never gotten to know her or paid much attention.

“My brother is meant to be hanging out here, curly hair, a complete nerd,” you explained, trying to keep your words straight and not make a fool of yourself in front of someone you found attractive.

“One of Steve’s children,” she said.

You nodded your head. “Yeah, he’s like our unpaid babysitter for Dustin. I don’t understand their friendship, but I somewhat trust him to keep my brother alive.”

She gestured you to come around the counter into the back where Steve was sat, slacking from work but without sign of your brother.

“Where’s Dustin?” You asked. “My mum wants him home for dinner after we’ve barely seen since you two have been up to whatever you’re doing.”

“He’ll be back in a few minutes,” Steve said.

You let out a sigh, not knowing what you were going to do whilst you waited for him to return. You looked around the room, noticing a whiteboard with the English alphabet lined up with what you guessed was Russian.

“So, this is where Dustin came to translate that recording?” You asked. “He mentioned it to me but supposedly I wasn’t trustworthy enough to help him fight Russians.”

The woman’s eyes lit up. “It was really fun to translate the message, Steve and Dustin were quite useless at it, but I figured it out. I had never considered learning Russian before, but I might now.”

“You did it?”

She nodded.

“Dustin’s way of telling the story was very different, of course he missed out that someone else did it. Like when he didn’t tell me that he’d kept a baby Demogorgon in our house and let it eat our cat.”

Her eyes widened. “It ate your cat?”

You nodded your head. “He’s very intelligent but he’s a complete idiot. I honestly thought I’d be worrying about my brother dating or his schoolwork, not the fact he was fighting interdimensional beings and now the KGB.”

She snorted as she laughed, instantly flushing red, embarrassed by the noise she made. Steve looked between the two of you, seeing the awkward laughter and pleasant smiles but nothing more being able to come from it between the two of you.

“Can I say something?” Steve asked.

“Can we stop you?” She retorted.

He rolled his eyes. “I know I promised not to say anything Robin, and I also promised Dustin not to tell either, but I think you should both know that you’re batting for the same team.”

Both of your expressions dropped. “What?”

He huffed, running a hand through his messed-up hair from the hat he had to wear at work. “You both like girls and it doesn’t take a genius that you like each other but neither of you will take the risk in fear that the other is straight, so the least I can do is let you both know.”

It felt as though your heart was going to explode out of your chest as you look over to Robin who looked equally as nervous.

“I honestly thought I was the only lesbian in Hawkins,” you admitted.

“There’s at least two of us,” she awkwardly smiled.

You bit down on your lower lip, chewing at the skin. “Well… would you want to maybe go out on a date and get to know each other?”

She nodded her head. “I would love to.”

[snowangeldotmp3]

cowboy like me 👀 show me the goods liv

🫡 here's a rough snippet for u alex! (these are really more like character introductions more than anything lol but!!)

steve harrington is a changed man. a reformed man, if you will. not in the good, christian sense of the word, but he was a changed man. a better man than he had been, he knew that for damn sure.

sure, his circle of friends looked…different than his previous friends, but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. if anything, they’re the reason why he’s become a better man. they’re a bunch of little shits, but he wouldn’t trade them for the world.

he met them a couple years ago, while trying to reconcile with the woman who left him at the altar, nancy wheeler.

****

robin buckley was a different kind of woman. never prim, never proper. always considered peculiar, more boyish than her mother would’ve preferred. took an interest in literature and languages rather than boys and being a proper lady or whatever.

she was a lesbian, she knew that from a very young age. men were just gross.

oh, and she was also a werewolf. so you know, that tends to further ostracize one from society.

she was bitten when she was fifteen, not even old enough to get married, and it had been an…interesting discovery to say the least.

at first, she genuinely thought she was going to die. she’d been bitten by what she thought was a dog in the woods a few days prior, and was convinced that it was without a doubt rabies.

luckily for her it wasn’t! it was lycanthropy. who knew?

she doesn’t like to dwell on it. as her luck might have it, she, as far as she knew, she was not a very violent werewolf. she could be, if she wanted to be, but it just simply wasn’t her nature.

**** nancy wheeler did not want to ever see hawkins again as long as she lived.

when nancy met steve he was an asshole. a downright son of a bitch. but she went along with it because what else was she to do? she had the most sought after man in the town, she couldn’t afford to lose him! her reputation would be in shambles, her family would be embarrassed (well, maybe not mike, he didn’t care[ nancy gets her monster training from murray bauman.]).

maybe she should’ve felt embarrassed about leaving him at the altar, or maybe something akin to regret but, she couldn’t find it in herself to actually regret it. she’d felt free when she left him, like some unnamed weight had suddenly lifted from her shoulders.

looking back, nancy knew what it was--she didn’t love him.

that sounds harsh, but it’s true. at least, she could never have loved him the way he could her. she didn’t like men. at all, it seemed.

there was also the fact that steve had so much trauma attached to him, not fully on his part either. you see, when steve and nancy were still dating, nancy’s childhood friend, barbara holland, disappeared without a trace. nancy, having a curious mind and a strong instinct, fuelled by her grief, sought out to find her missing best friend.

and she did. nancy found barbara holland in the woods, with two puncture wounds on her jugular.

though nancy did not literally kill her, she did feel some sort of responsibility for her death. steve told her to ignore it, that there was nothing they could do. nancy though, has never been particularly good at listening. she headed straight to the library, and did the most research she could.

the preacher never let barb’s disappearance go, always talking about some evil in hawkins, an evil in the world that must be snuffed out.

turns out, the preacher was right, there is an evil in this world. maybe not  the evil that he was talking about, but there is evil in this world.

monsters, it seemed, were real. realer than anything those preachers could’ve ever imagined.

and nancy intended to put a stop to them.

****

eddie munson, insofar as he knows, is the only one of his kind. a vampire. has been for a little while now. he knows for sure though, that he’s not the one responsible for the murders happening in hawkins…

[lostfrcst]

P A I S L E Y D U N N // jericho worker

⌈  KAYLEE BRYANT,  SHE/THEY,  CIS WOMAN ⌋  have  you  seen  PAISLEY DUNN walking  around  recently ??  you  know,  the  TWENTY FOUR  year  old  WORKER  ??  i  have  a  question  i  wanted  to  ask  but  i  haven’t  seen PAIS  around.  have  you  noticed  they  tend  to  be  INDECISIVE  and  SHY  ?? but  i  guess  they  make  up  for  it  by  being  THOUGHTFUL  and  LOYAL.    i’ve  heard  they’re  often  found  MAKING ARTS & CRAFTS AND BLANKETS FOR EVERYONE .  anyways,  if  you  see  them  let  them  know  to  come  find  me.  ————  

BASICS

name: paisley grace suzuki dunn nickname: pais age: twenty four birthday: march 1 zodiac sign: pisces sexuality: biromantic bisexual height: 5' 8" eye color: brown hair color: brown distinguishing marks: a tiny scar at the bottom of her thumb from cutting herself on a piece of glass,

RELATIONSHIPS

father: ken joseph suzuki  mother: mabel rachel dunn (presumed dead or missing) siblings: two older brothers (one presumed dead or missing) and an older sister (presumed dead or missing) pets: n/a  exes: open to players (for one year when she was 19-20), open to players (for two years when she 22-24) flings: n/a friends: open to players ex-friends: open to players enemies: open to players, although she doesn’t feel the same

PERSONALITY

postive traits: thoughtful, loyal, kind, enthusiastic, co-operative negative traits: shy, indecisive, worrisome, moody, fearful moral alignment: neutral good hogwarts house: hufflepuff mbti: infp element: water enneagram: type seven - the enthusiast character inspos: newt scamander (fantastic beasts), rapunzel (tangled), belle french (once upon a time), anna of arendelle (frozen), ron weasley (harry potter), robin buckley (stranger things)

BEFORE JERICHO

the eternal winter being all she ever knew, paisley tries their best to remain positive for the future. living with their family, which consists of their parents and three older siblings, she was always protected. she never really felt like she was in danger. it didn’t help that she was always with other settlements either. she never had to witness an attack. that was until she was fifteen. icebergs came into the settlement at night and nearly half of the people she grew up with perished. their father took them and one of their older brothers to safety before going back for everybody else. it felt like forever before he returned. but alone. they had to move even through their turmoil.

finding jericho not long after a few weeks, they settled down. their father never stopped looking for his wife and other children. he’d often volunteer on scouting missions, being quick on his feet and knowing the location, but he always came back empty handed without the rest of his family. each time paisley’s hopes dropped but she never let it keep them down. one day they would be a happy and whole family again.

PRESENT JERICHO

as soon as she got here and after recovering from their harrowing escape and weeks out in the eternal winter, paisley befriended many. she told stories of old friends, of how there was a tamed arctic fox, or of how their older brother was one of the bravest guys she ever knew, or of how she got to know how to knit. she could tell some knew she was not experienced with what was out there but after nearly becoming an iceberg theirself the last day before they had found jericho, paisley wasn’t too keen on going back. she had to find their place here and given there was mandatory basic training maybe she could prove upon herself.

being a worker - working at the market place and being a cleaner - she is content. but anytime hunters or scouts come back she’s always there to ask if they seen anybody matching her mother or siblings descriptions. maybe one of these days she could be brave enough to go out herself but she doesn’t think that’s anytime soon. so she stays within jericho. her older brother is security and that fits him perfectly. he’s become a bit closed off throughout the years but she still loves him. their father is also thinking of retiring sometime soon and she’s worried there will be no-one out there to help find her mother and other siblings and each year that passes is more motivation for them. 

she likes reading, knitting, cleaning, and being with friends.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends best friend  neighbors exes an older mentor a crush  family friend of her father bully

[rystonlentil]

2022 Podfic Roundup!

(2021 here)

forever hurtling towards the earth, by vienna_salvatori The Mechanisms Raphaella la Cognizi, Dr. Carmilla teen and up 24m 3s

Brilliant scientist Raphaella la Cognizi is down on her luck. She might've made more breakthroughs in her field over the past six months than most could hope to achieve in a lifetime, but it's still not enough. Her project isn't working, and she's run out of time. No one else sees the potential. No one else appreciates the majesty of it, the impossible breakthrough with every painstakingly assembled connective joint, the full sum of scientific knowledge etched into the sweeping curves of not-quite-feathers. It's not enough. And yet- And yet there is a woman standing in the middle of Raphaella la Cognizi's lab, annotating her diagrams and rearranging her wires, and even though it might kill her, Raphaella realises she might just have a chance.

when midnights break their sleep, by SummerFrost The Witcher Geralt/Jaskier, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, Geralt & Renfri mature 1hr 48m 55s

The first Snapchat that anyone ever sends Geralt is a picture of his own irritated face. shrike_princess: can u believe this dumbass finally got a snapchat bc a cute boy asked him nicely "It wasn't even that nicely," Geralt says flatly. AKA: The one where Geralt is a bartender and Jaskier sings karaoke.

Blurry .jpeg of a Little Glass Bird, by spaghetti_garrote Five Nights at Freddy’s mature 51m 44s

In an alternate universe, where instead of hanging around Hurricane as a security guard, William Afton takes on the identity of Dave Miller, a widower and art gallery secretary in Saint Johnsbury, Vermont...

I Want My Octokitten Back, by shella688 The Mechanisms teen and up 6m 13s

Gunpowder Tim has lost his octokitten. What if he never sees it again? WAIT He has seen his octokitten... (A Mechs version of I Want My Hat Back, by Jon Klassen.)

where no man (should have) gone before, by fushifables Stellar Firma teen and up 28m 45s

“You– You’re not going to stay?” he was saying nervously. “Don’t you think you should... er, instruct me? Commentate? Mock me for my hubris? Please Hartro anything—” “Stop whining, Trexel,” Hartro said, pressing a large green button on the console in front of her with a flourish. “I have zero-gravity yoga, so you’ll have to manage on your own. Just remember,” she added, making for the door, “If you die in the HoloDome—trademark Stellar Firma, Limited—you die in real life! Toodles!”

The Point Of Clothes, by pikablob Five Nights at Freddy’s Vanessa & Glamrock Freddy & Gregory general 16m 1s

After taking Gregory in, Vanessa takes him to get new clothes for the first time. While there, he plucks up the courage to ask for something specific.

so i’m the dragon (big deal), by SummerFrost The Witcher Renfri/Yennefer, Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer, Jaskier & Renfri, Geralt & Renfri explicit 2hr 51m 0s

If Renfri were straight and also someone who believed she needed a relationship to have a meaningful existence, she'd probably marry Geralt and not totally hate her life. Luckily she's neither of those things, so she's fucking Geralt's girlfriend instead.

You’ll Figure It Out When You Get There, by TheQuietWings Five Nights at Freddy’s Vanessa & Glamrock Freddy & Gregory teen and up 15m 3s

Vanessa doesn't know exactly what she's supposed to do now. It turns out there is no 12 step program for recovering from being manipulated and possessed by a child murderer who likes to dance around in a rabbit suit. or, an ex-security guard and a piece of stolen property have a chat while Gregory robs a gas station blind.

Nothing Really Sticks, by Rosie447 Stranger Things Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington & Nancy Wheeler teen and up 1hr 11m 9s

Steve cuts his hair with safety scissors in the bathroom of Family Video. Maybe he's less okay than he's been letting on.

The Very Best People, by scioscribe Stranger Things Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington teen and up 1hr 45m 40s

“Why are you messing up my undercover operation, Steve?” Dustin said. “Do you want another tear to open up in the space-time continuum and suck us all into the Upside Down? Do you want the entire world to turn into squishy, mind-flayed zombies because you and Robin couldn’t get your shit together?” (Or, the one where Steve and Robin go undercover in an evil suburb.)

Case #0222411, by FireflysWriting The Magnus Archives, Goncharov (1973) general 6m 37s

Statement of Maria Angelova regarding her supposed involvement in the film Goncharov (1973). Statement given 24th November 2022.

A Mile Away, by lenaballena Check Please! Nursey/Dex, Chowder & Nursey & Dex teen and up 5hr 32m 45s

The thing is, he’s had study nights and TV marathons in Chowder’s room. He’s gotten stoned in Shitty’s, and Lardo’s, crashed on Jack’s floor after a kegster, gone to Bitty’s for advice, and checked Ransom and Holster’s for ghosts. If it were anyone else’s, Nursey would at least have some indicator of what was going on, because he’d be able to recognise the decorations, the layout. But Derek Nurse wakes up in William Poindexter’s room and has no idea where the fuck he is.

A Christmas Carol - Mechanisms Style, by otherhawk The Mechanisms teen and up 18m 34s

On the night before Space Christmas, Ebenezer Scrooge is going to change his ways. Brian will make sure of it, with some unhelpful help from his friends.

[smithsibsceo]

ASK GAME. U R THE ROBIN TO MY STEVE 💕

THATS THREE FOR ROBIN BUCKLEY FOLKS LETS GO. A WIN FOR WOMAN EVERYHWERE.

and i ADORE being the robin to ur steve mills <33 wouldnt trade it for the world

[harringtown]

time’s gonna take me - pt. 1

wow I am SO excited about this!!! This spin off has been in the works for months, and while it def didnt need to take that long, I got a little too into creating the characters and world lol. this fic wouldnt be possible without @daddystevee​ help, so thank u for listening to my writing rants and helping me create things out of that madness! this will follow the events of time flies by, but based off the alternate ending rather than the original. weird, I know, but like, hey, im doing it anyways. im gonna make a post soon introducing all the characters, because we’ve got lots of new ones! the old crew will be in this fic, quite a bit, but it’ll also include their kids!

read time flies by here - find upcoming parts here - join the taglist

Summary: After the events of Time Flies By, the reader makes it back to 2019, with Steve in tow. But the Upside Down and the scientists trying to weaponize it aren’t finished, leading Steve and the reader to find allies in the original party, as well as their children, to stop them once and for all. 

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: cursing 

-

The world - your world - looks different after over a month in the past. Despite years of walking the path through the forest and guiding yourself by muscle memory, your time in the other Hawkins has affected you, and oddly enough, walking along the dirt path leading out of the woods feels more unfamiliar than walking the path behind Steve’s house, back in 1985.

You’ve been gone for six weeks, or thirty five years, depending on how you look at it.

You found your phone where you dropped it - six weeks or thirty five years ago - and though its dirty, half dead, and covered in scratches, it still works, and tucking the object into your pocket is an immediate relief borne out of years of carrying the thing.

Steve walks beside you, hesitating when you exit the trees and come onto your street, the new houses off-putting after the 80’s style. He stops at the edge of the grass, frowning, and you pause, turning to face him.

“You still sure about this?” You ask. His brows twitch, and a smile tugs up on his lips. He crosses the short distance between you, wrapping his arms around you.

“You kidding?” He asks. “I almost lost you today. Now, instead, I’m walking around town with you. I’m pretty damn sure.”

“I still can’t believe you did that,” you say, hands sliding up to settle against his chest. He shrugs, cocking his head.

“Me neither,” he says, grinning.

You smile, pulling out of his grip, reaching down to take his hand in yours. He threads your fingers together, and you squeeze.

“Seeing as I’ve been missing for weeks, my house is probably not a safe bet tonight.” You tug your phone out, tapping a few times before the screen lights up, damaged but not destroyed. Steve’s eyes widen, and he steps closer to you, peering over your shoulder.

“The hell is that?” He asks.

“It’s a cell phone,” you say. “Like, the landline in your house, except its right in my hand.” He nods, clearly still confused, but watching as you flip through apps and search bars.

“If we can’t go to your house, where can we go?”

“For tonight?” You ask. Your lips tug into a grin. “It’s time to find an old friend.”

-

Having the internet after six weeks of slaving around without it is like being handed the keys to the universe; it’s so ridiculously simple, after those weeks of trying to coordinate and navigate without it, that you almost feel like it’s too easy when you find the article about the music teacher Robin Buckley, with the photo of her standing outside a home that you recognize from your years biking and driving around the town.

Before, you didn’t know the woman who lived inside the big brick house. Now, though a little and a lot of time has passed - depending on how you look at it - that house contains one of your best friends. The Robin Buckley you and Steve remember has grown up, but you have to believe she’s still her, that she’ll still open the door for you.

The house is a short walk from the woods, and for the first few minutes, it feels like you’re out for an evening stroll with a boy, like the world is normal. Steve asks questions about the new technology he sees - cars and TV lights flashing through windows - and you feed him answers. It’s like that first day in Hawkins, back in 1985, except now, Steve is out of place, thrown into a world that is not his own.

This time, though, there will be no going back. When Steve jumped through that hole, you watched the gate close up behind him. You were the key, and with your exit, the door was locked. You just hope that Steve doesn’t come to regret it, to regret you.

“It’s so weird,” Steve says as he walks, shaking his head. “Like, Robin’s gonna be old. Dustin, Lucas, all the kids.”

“Time travel’s a bitch,” you say, and Steve snorts a laugh.

“It got me you,” he says.

“Cheeseball.”

He grins, swinging your hand with exaggeration as you head down the sidewalk. The brick house comes into view, two stories, covered in gnarled vines that climb up and down the walls. Two cars sit in the driveway, and a light on the porch beckons.

You both stop at the base of the driveway, staring up at the house.

“This is it?” Steve asks.

“This is it.”

He nods, taking a breath before tugging your hand, pulling you up the drive.

“Well,” he says, “guess it’s now or never.”

You stop before the door, and Steve reaches out, rapping his knuckles against the wood. He lets his hand drop, stepping back, shifting back and forth on his heels, the only indication that he’s nervous. You reach out to take his hand, squeezing, and he catches your gaze in his.

“It’s gonna be fine,” you say. “It’s not like she forgot us.”

He nods, but before he gets the chance to speak, the door swings open, and a girl around you and Steve’s age stands on the other side of the threshold. She’s beautiful, with shiny dark hair and curves, and her dark brows furrow at the sight of you.

“Can I help you?” She asks, propping a hand on her hip. Steve looks to you, dumbfounded, and you clear your throat.

“We’re looking for Robin Buckley. She lives here, right?”

The girl’s brows arch, and she nods, stepping back and turning toward a staircase stretching up and out of sight of the door.

“Mom!” She calls. “It’s for you!”

A moment later, a woman in her late forties comes down the stairs. She has dark hair and bangs, and light eyes, and though her initial expression is curious, it hardens the moment her eyes land on you.

“My god,” she says, coming to stand beside the girl. “It’s you.”

There’s something familiar about her, and though it takes a moment, old memories from the world before you went back in time flutter into your head. The woman standing before you is Reagan Ruthers, and she’s a member of the Hawkins Police Force.

Fucking hell.

“I-uh-we-” You stammer.

“Reagan? Kait? What are you two-” Another woman descends the stairs, but this one is familiar, recognizable, though older.

Robin Buckley, now 50 years old, but still resembling the 20 year old version of her that you remember. Dirty blonde hair, though now it’s longer, tucked back, and streaked with gray, piercing gaze, though with more lines on her face, and that expression she had reserved for Steve Harrington and his stupidity. It’s that expression that plays on her features, now.

A wide smile tugs on her lips, and she pushes past the two women onto the porch, wrapping you in a tight hug. You hug her back, burying your face in her hair, remembering the last time you hugged Robin Buckley. Not much time has passed for you or Steve, but for Robin, it’s been a lifetime.

Last you saw Robin Buckley, she was still figuring out who she was. Now, she’s concretely herself, with a wife and a daughter. As far as you can tell, she got everything she wanted; everything she deserved.

Maybe that means you did the right thing by coming back. Maybe that means you fixed the problems, that the gate and the Upside Down died when you left them behind.

She moves on to hug Steve next, and steps back, looking between you and shaking her head.

“Took you two long enough.”

“Mom?” The girl - Kaitlyn - asks, peering at you an Steve curiously. Reagan stands behind her, fully in cop mode, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed. Robin turns to face them, giving them a soft smile.

“You owe me twenty bucks,” she says to Reagan. “I told you they were coming.”

Reagan shakes her head, eyes wide, lips parted. Her gaze stays on you, her brows furrowing.

“We’ve been looking for you for a month,” she says.

Robin scans the driveway and street, and thought quiet and dark, she frowns, gesturing for you and Steve to go inside. You do so, and she follows you in, tugging the door shut behind her. She leads you, Steve, Reagan, and Kaitlyn through the main entrance down a hall opening to a big living room with big, comfy couches and a flat screen propped on the wall.

Robin, Reagan, Kaitlyn, and you immediately settle on the couches, but Steve hesitates, clearly trying to take in the room and getting overwhelmed by it all. You reach out, touching his hand with yours, and he meets your gaze. You give him a reassuring nod, hoping the message of ‘ill answers any questions later’ is conveyed. He nods back, some of the tension leaking out of him, and comes to sit beside you.

Robin stares at you both, a hint of a smile on her lips.

“Sorry,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s just…it’s weird. I haven’t seen you in over thirty years, and now, here you are, exactly the way you looked the day you left.”

“You really did it, then?” Reagan asks, sitting beside Robin, her brows furrowed. “You went back in time, and jumped forward again.” Robin’s eyes widen, and she pushes off the couch, crossing the room to the fireplace the TV rests atop. There are photographs in frames along the ledge, and a small stack of pictures near one corner. Robin grabs it, thumbs through it, and pulls out a photo, coming back to the couch. She stretches across the coffee table to hand it to you, and you take it, sitting back to show Steve.

You don’t remember the photo being taken, but it must have been done by Jonathan. It’s old, faded with time, but the photograph clearly shows you standing in the Wheeler’s basement with Robin, Steve, Nancy, El, and Max, all of your heads tipped back and eyes closed as you laugh about something.

Your heart twinges, an ache for the world - the time - you left behind and found a home in. That place is gone, and all of those people, with the exception of you and Steve, are grown up. Life never affords us the opportunity to go back, but in this case, that inability feels heavier than you expected.

Robin has a family. The rest of the kids are grown up, likely with their own lives and families, too. And yet, you and Steve are still at the beginning of your journeys. You’re standing on blank slates, and will find others to walk the paths with. It’s a little sad, but hopeful, too.

“Hold on,” says Kaitlyn. “They’re the Steve and the Y/N from the stories.” She looks to you and Steve, one side of her mouth quirking up. “You guys were my bedtime stories. I grew up hearing about how Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N closed the gate and saved Hawkins.”

“You know about us?” You ask. She nods, smile widening.

“Of course. All of us do. I mean, Steve was named after you,” she says gesturing at Steve. Steve stiffens, gaze snapping to Robin in a silent question. Robin grins, shrugging.

“That’s Dustin and Luna’s son. One of their twins is named Steve,” Robin says.

“After…after me?” Steve asks, sounding a little breathless. Robin nods. Steve shakes his head, sitting back against the couch. “We missed so much.”

Your stomach twists, and you take Steve’s hand. He squeezes, but keeps his eyes on Robin.

“The others. They’re all okay? After we left, nothing…I don’t know, happened?”

Robin nods again, leaning into Reagan, who wraps an arm around her wife.

“It went silent after that. The hole you came through disappeared, and we went on with our lives,” she says, though there’s a little sadness to her voice. You realize that, while you’ve only spent a few hours in this time, missing the time you lost, Robin and the others mourned you and Steve. You weren’t dead, but you weren’t alive, either; you were out of time, and all they could do was wait, and wonder; wonder if you would pop back up eventually. “I graduated. Then the kids. Lucas and Max were in California for a while, and Will went to school in Washington, but they’ve been back for about ten years.” She presses her lips together, inclining her head. “We all knew that, if you two were coming back, it would be around 2019. No one knew when, so we made sure everyone was here.”

“And they’re all…” You flick a glance at Kaitlyn. She may have heard the stories, but she didn’t live through the bloodshed, and you’re not sure how much of the darkness Robin and Reagan let slip into the tales. “Alive?”

“They are,” Robin says, smiling. “And they’ll be thrilled to see you two. If you’d come back twenty years ago, you likely would have gotten punched out by Dustin, but thirty five years is a good buffer period.”

“Can we…see them?” Steve asks.

It’s Reagan’s turn to speak now, and she straightens, nodding.

“For right now, you both should stay here. Steve, because you technically died in 1985, and Y/N, because this entire town has been looking for you. Tomorrow I can take you into the station,” Reagan says, looking at you, “and we’ll contact your parents. Steve, you’re damn lucky Lucas and I are officers. We should be able to make you official again soon enough.”

Robin pulls out her phone, tapping away for a moment before looking up.

“I let the others know that the package arrived. I imagine they’ll start showing up as soon as its socially acceptable.”

“Which, if the kids are involved, will be around 4 AM,” Kaitlyn says. Robin and Reagan smile.

“They’re just like their parents,” Robin says. “Luckily, their parents grew up, and won’t bug us until at least ten.”

“The package?” Steve asks, cocking a brow. Robin grins.

“You’ve been gone thirty five years,” she says. “We had to have some fun with it.”

-

Robin directs you and Steve to a guest bedroom for the night, though it will likely become Steve’s room, as he can’t exactly go after his parents, if they’re even still in Hawkins, or alive. You mentioned it once, and he shot it down quickly, saying he didn’t jump through time just to move back in with his shitty parents. So, for the time being, he’s the Buckley-Ruthers household’s fourth occupant.

The house quiets quickly, Robin, Reagan, and Kaitlyn heading to bed. You and Steve borrow pajamas, but you’ll need to take Steve shopping; just thinking about that reminds you of the mall, all that time ago - six weeks or thirty five years, depending on your preference - when you still had no idea where your path would lead.

You certainly didn’t expect this, to be laying in a bed in 2019 with a boy from 1985 beside you.

“How are you holding up?” You ask, rolling so that your head is on the same pillow as Steve’s your faces inches apart.

“I’m okay,” he says. His brows twitch. “I guess I know how you felt, now.”

“Weird, isn’t it?”

“Did you get used to it?”

You purse your lips, and say, “In some ways. In others, though, I always knew it was…off, if that makes any sense.”

He nods, shifting, gaze moving to the popcorn ceiling above you. He’s quiet for a long moment before he speaks again.

“I always felt, like, out of place there. Like I was on the wrong step, or I was missing something. And then you showed up, and I felt like I was halfway there. I thought that coming here would…I don’t know, throw me even more off step, but…” He shakes his head, gaze slipping back to yours. “It doesn’t make any sense, but the minute I came through that hole, I felt like, for the first time, I was in the right place.” He shakes his head. “How is it possible that the only place I’ve ever felt right isn’t even mine?”

Your stomach tumbles, and you shift closer to him, slipping an arm around his waist, curling the fingers on your free hand around the fabric of his shirt, knuckles against his chest.

“Maybe it is yours,” you say. “Maybe it was always supposed to be yours.”

A tiny smile tugs on his lips, and his eyes flutter shut.

“So…you don’t…I don’t know-”

“Regret it?” He asks, opening his eyes. He lets out a breath, and says, “No. Not even for a second.”

You smile, and he ducks his chin, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sink into him for a long moment before pulling away, tugging the blankets up. You reach over to grab your phone off the nightstand - an old but familiar habit - and open it, the screen lighting up. Steve stills, gaze snapping to the phone, curiosity weaving itself into his features.

He doesn’t say anything, so you let him watch as you go through the old motions, checking social media - not the best idea, seeing as everyone thinks you’re missing. You end up on google, and type in a few keywords, just to see what comes up: Hawkins Starcourt Mall Explosion & Deaths.

The article, old, tells the story of the explosion, and just as expected it’s as cleaned up as it was in 1985. The cover up was successful, and from what you can tell, the Russians and the Americans working in the lab halted their operations after Starcourt; or, at the very least, halted them in Hawkins.

“So…it’s really over, then?” Steve asks, reading along with you. He’s shifted, has his head pillowed on your chest and an arm across your waist, the weight comfortable against your side. You smile, nodding.

“It’s really over,” you say.

“Good fucking riddance,” Steve says. You laugh, turning off your phone and setting it aside.

“You can say that again.”

“What do we do now?”

“We live, Steve Harrington,” you say. “We live.”

-

SOMEWHERE IN HAWKINS

The control room is full of desks and computers, each with a man or woman sitting behind it. They all wear headphones, listening to radio broadcasts and snippets of phone calls. The computers run on their own, working through algorithms, plucking out information deemed relevant.

In the back of the room, a man in a suit stands overlooking. He’s young, new to his position and eager to follow in his predecessors footsteps. He’s confident that he will be the one to complete the work started, and destroyed, here so long ago.

Behind him, taped to the wall, are a handful of photos. A few headshots - three teenage girls, two Wheeler’s and one Byers’ - and a few of people in action, walking through town or leaving the high school or heading into Melvald’s general store. At the top of the photos is a copy of a polaroid taken in a basement.

A few teenagers stand in the shot, and though the photo itself was already old and faded before the copy was made, the faces are clear. The names are scrawled at the bottom - Robin Buckley, Eleven Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, and Max Mayfield - but two are missing: the names of boy in the middle and the person beside them. The boy has an arm around them, and they’re all laughing with their eyes closed and their heads tipped back.

There is no label for the boy, only a question mark; they have no name for him, as his very existence cannot be verified. He’s a ghost, just like his partner.

As for the other person in the photo, the monicker simply reads: the Key.