#bottom!robin buckley

[unfinishedslurs]

aware of his bisexuality steve (steddie, buckingham)

“Is that a hickey?” Comes out of Steve’s mouth without permission. But there it is, bright purple and red against the slope of her neck. She’s been walking kind of funny this morning, too. He’d assumed her period came early, but… “Rob, did you—“

Eddie fumbles the coffee mug he was pulling down. Chrissy freezes, face turning white with fear. Robin whips around, face bright red, and slaps a hand over her neck. 

“Bathroom!” She yelps. “Bathroom now!”

“Wait,” Eddie says, setting the mug down with trembling hands. “It was me. Sorry, man.”

Steve stares at him, unimpressed. Why the fuck would he lie about—

He looks at Chrissy again, who takes a nervous step back, and it clicks. 

“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “You. You gave Robin a hickey. Had totally awesome sex that she didn’t even tell me about.�� He directs that last bit at Robin pointedly. He told her almost immediately when he lost his guy-ginity. Traitor. “Yep. Sure. Got it.”

Eddie blinks, confused. Robin buries her face in her hands. 

“Oh my god, calm down,” she groans. “That’s not going to work. Steve’s cool.”

“Cool?” Chrissy asks, still looking ready to bolt. 

“Super cool,” he assures her. “The coolest. So incredibly cool, even if my best friend didn’t even tell me when she lost her virginity.”

“Steve!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says. “But I am going to need details, Buckley. We can go over what worked, and what needs more oomph.”

“Oh my god, can we talk about this anywhere else,” Robin groans, at the same time Eddie asks, “What, so you can get off on it later?”

“What,” Steve says. 

“You think two girls are hot, is that it?” He’s got a sneer on his face now, but Steve’s more observant than Dustin gives him credit for. Even if he wasn’t, it’d be hard to miss how hard his hands are shaking, the nervous tilt to his mouth. 

“Ew.” Steve’s face screws up. “Dude, no. It’s Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Robin breaks in, from where she’s started comforting Chrissy. “You thought I was hot for at least a summer.”

His mouth drops open in betrayal. “We agreed to never talk about that again!”

“Can’t help being sexy,” she coons. Chrissy giggles wetly. “You wanna get married, Harrington? Have my babies? Stay home and raise six little nuggets while I bring home the bread?”

“I hate you,” he informs her. “Hate you so much. We’ll have a nice, heterosexual wedding and share a sad, heterosexual kiss, and you’ll carry me over the threshold of our nice, heterosexual house, and we’ll have boring, heterosexual sex that gives us nice, heterosexual babies, because we are so heterosexual and happy in our suburburban house in our nice little heterosexual town.”

He’s honestly kind of proud of himself for saying heterosexual so many times. Usually he fumbles words with that many syllables, especially after that many times in a row. 

Chrissy is outright laughing, now, endearing little snorts making their way between giggles. Eddie is looking between them like they’re a puzzle he can’t piece together. Robin grins.

“I’ll cuck you with the secretary.”

“Not if I cuck you first. You’ll be away all day in that office of yours, and I need someone big and strong to carry all the new furniture I ordered.”

“I knew it! I knew Timmy wasn’t mine!”

“Oh, but I couldn’t help myself,” he swoons. “Mark was just so sweet, with his bulging biceps and hand flexes, all hot and sweaty from helping poor little me while you were away! You know I’m weak to curly hair and brown eyes, Rob, how’s a man supposed to resist?”

“Fag,” she says, not without affection. 

“Dyke,” he shoots back. 

“Cocksucker.”

“Carpet—“

“Okay,” Eddie breaks in, clapping his hands. He and Robin both startle, and so does Chrissy from where she’s been watching them like a particularly interesting tennis match. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Robin lost her virginity and didn’t even tell me,” Steve says immediately, like he’s tattling to the principal. 

“Steve doesn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting,” Robin retorts. 

“I told you when I had gay sex,” he whines, and Eddie chokes. “I hate you. See if I ever give you tips again.”

“Oh, is that what you meant?” Chrissy asks. “Please don’t stop. They were good tips.”

Robin flushes all the way down to her toes. 

“You like boys?” Eddie wheezes. 

“Oh,” Steve blinks. “Yeah? I thought you knew.”

“You thought I—how would I know?”

The fuck is that supposed to mean? Steve’s been flirting with him for months!

“Robin always says we can sense each other! You sensed her.”

“You told him?” Eddie’s mouth drops open, and Robin looks sheepish.

“She didn’t have to,” Steve snarks. “You’re flagging in Hawkins, man. Was I supposed to miss it?”

“You know what flagging is?”

“Again, in case you missed it, I fuck men.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “Fuck! Christ, I can’t believe this. You’re, like, the epitome of heterosexual. I spent half of high school having to hear about how much pussy you were getting. Why are you not straight?”

“Wow, Eddie,” he deadpans. “Are you saying just because I like men and woman, I’m not queer enough? That’s kind of homophobic of you, man.”

“Yeah, Eddie, wow,” Robin says. “I thought you were better than this.” 

“Fuck off,” Eddie says. “I feel like I need to lie down. My entire worldview just shattered.”

“I have a couch?” Chrissy offers shyly. “Or a bedroom, if you need a minute away.” Fuck, Steve kind of adores her. Especially since she’s apparently vicious n bed, if the five other hickies he counts just from Robin bending down a little to whisper in her ear are any indication. Good for her.  

“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Robin says, with a glint in her eye that means he’s either going to love or hate what comes next. “If it helps, Steve’s never fucked a man in his life.”

Eddie’s brow furrows, looking between the two of them. “So…you’re just making fun of me?”

He looks a little angry now, and Steve can’t make heads or tails of this conversation because, “What the hell, Rob, yes I have—“

“Oh, so suddenly you’re the one doing the fucking?”

“Stop making fun of me for taking it!”

Eddie lets out an honest to god moan that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up. “Right,” he says fervently. “Okay. I need to lie down, like, for real.” 

They watch him stride down the hall, so fast he’s almost running, and slam the door closed behind him.

“I could totally top,” he mutters to Robin as something that sounds vaguely like muffled screaming echoes down the hall. “I top girls all the time. It’s not my fault prostates are a gift from God.”

“Uh, you top because all the girls you fuck are from small town Indiana. If one of them brought out the strap you’d drop to your knees so fast—“

“That’s—I like topping!”

“Your favorite position is cowgirl. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“I will show Chrissy your baby pictures,” he hisses. Robin makes a face at him. Chrissy nods excitedly from where she’s still tucked under Robin’s arm. 

“Oh what’s that?” Robin practically shouts. “You like being pressed against walls and ravished? You want someone to tie you up and have their filthy way with you? Is that what you said, Steve?”

Another noise from the bedroom. He narrows his eyes at her. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” she says sweetly. “You’re both hopeless.”

“I told you he’s shy!”

“Eddie?” Chrissy asks. “Shy?”

“Yeah, okay, I was confused too, but I figured it was the romance! He told me he hasn’t actually been in a relationship before, I assumed he was nervous to take that step.”

“Yeah, but dingus,” Robin says sweetly. “You’re missing a puzzle piece here. He thought you were straight. He thought he was flirting with his straight best friend he didn’t have a chance in hell with, and then he finds out that said best friend likes taking it up the ass and men with brown eyes.”

“Oh,” Steve says, realization dawning. “Oh, fuck. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Robin smacks the back of his head. “Why are you stupid?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Chrissy says. “Like, really don’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not coming over tonight,” Robin says. “I’m gonna stay with Chrissy again. Er…if that’s okay?”

“That sounds amazing.” Chrissy beams, and Robin turns red again.

“Yeah, I’m going to stay with Chrissy again tonight. You are going to invite Eddie to stay the night when he gets done with his little crisis, and then we’re getting lunch at the diner tomorrow and you can tell me about it before our shift.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Right, I can do this. I’ve invited guys over before, how hard can it be? It’s just Eddie. But that was hotel rooms, not my house and my bedroom with my shitty wallpaper. And it’s Eddie. Fuck, what if I’m shit at it? Robin, what if I’m actually bad at sex and everyone who’s ever said I was good was lying because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings? Oh my god, I’m totally bad at sex.”

“Woah, dingus, slow down. I think we took the mind meld too far, you’re turning into me.”

“If it helps, I don’t think you’re bad at sex,” Chrissy says. Steve and Robin look at her, and she flushes. “Because of the tips! Not because—I’ve never slept with you, but some of my friends did, and I got three orgasms out of last night, so…”

“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “I was worried for a minute.” Then he raises an eyebrow at Robin, and holds out his hand for a high five. She slaps it, begrudgingly proud of herself, and then takes the hand to pull him into a headlock that’s honestly more of a hug than anything. 

“You’re fine,” she whispers in his ear. “You’re great at sex, as you keep telling me. What’s more, you’re funny, charming, handsome, brave, caring—“

“Aww, Robin, are you getting sappy on me?”

“Plus Eddie literally moaned in front of you when he found out you bottomed. I really don��t think there’s a way to fuck that up.”

Steve grins. “He did do that. I’m going to make so much fun of him later.”

“So,” Eddie says with a smirk, “men with brown eyes?”

“Hey man, don’t look at me. Blame Jonathan.”

Now Eddie looks stunned, mouth dropping open. “Byers?” He says, sounding betrayed. “You have a crush on Byers of all people?”

Steve feels offended on Jonathan’s behalf. “What’s that supposed to mean? Jonathan’s a good guy!”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess? He’s sweet, passionate, good with kids, nice eyes. Can pack a punch. I mean, what’s not to like?”

“Uh, didn’t he steal your girlfriend?”

He waves that off. “That was, like, years ago, man. We’re cool now.”

“Right, okay,” Eddie mutters. “Well have fun with Byers, I guess.”

It clicks. “Oh,” he says. “Oooh. You’re jealous.”

Eddie splutters. “Jealous? I’m not—I don’t—you’re jealous!”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” Eddie says resolutely, not looking at him. 

“Right,” Steve agrees. “Well, if I am jealous, maybe I should know that I got over Jonathan years ago, and have since moved on to brighter, hopefully more attainable pastures than my ex’s ex.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“A different man with brown eyes?” He suggests. “Who is also good with kids, and passionate, and…” he trails off, suddenly realizing all those times Robin made fun of him might not be based on nothing. “Oh my god, I have a type. Shit, I have to tell Robin she was right.”

“I figured that was a common occurrence.”

“Shut up. Where was I going with this? I had a point.”

“You were telling me how awesome I am?”

“Oh, suddenly it’s you we’re talking about?”

“I mean,” suddenly Eddie looks shy, and Steve can’t help but think even with the change in context he might have been right when he told Robin Eddie was nervous about being in a real, romantic relationship, “isn’t it?”

He feels himself smile, slow and wide and probably more revealing than he means it to be. “Yeah,” he says, in a tone he knows Robin would call soppy, “it is.”

[plistommy]

Robin: Okay, bottoms up!

Steve: *stands up*

Eddie: *smirks*

Nancy: I’m never hanging out with you guys again

[milf-harrington]

one of the only things i've drawn in weeks and it's just a whole page of cowboys lmao

[m3talmunson]

Steve Harrington is incredibly smart. It's not his fault nobody believes him. Or, well, maybe it is.

Steve used to be his parents pride and joy, everyone knew that. When he was young, doing his piano lessons, his mother would show him off at their house parties.

"Look at my Steven!" She'd say, and all the other mothers around would parrot something like "What a sweet boy!" and he would just keep playing. That night his father would commend him for keeping the ladies occupied, that he'd grow up to be a real ladies' man, and how great it was that he kept the women out of the men's hair. He'd never said "I'm proud of you," or "I love you," but that was as close as he got.

And for a while, Steve LIVED for it. He'd come downstairs, see his mother in her good pearls, her party pearls, and know that he'd be good for them that day. Be needed for something.

And then it got old. So he learned cello. That kept them entertained for a while, until it didn't. Then he learned flute. That one kept them occupied a little longer, Mr. Harrington could stand the fact that it was a "girly" instrument because it kept Steve's mouth shut. He got too good at talking while he played the other instruments.

Then he tried guitar, and well all the instruments just stopped impressing them, because they stopped having house parties. Instead, they'd started going out to them. Started going out and not coming back, for weeks upon weeks at a time. Steve was determined to give them something to show off, something to praise.

He had always been quite book smart, but he started really putting the effort in. Steve gave it a year and a half of straight A+'s, until he realized that his parents would never care. So he tried a new approach, called 'skating along right above failing'. It didn't get their attention one bit.

Even when Steve came home beaten and torn, from the upside down or a fight, they weren't even there to ever notice.

And sure, people like Joyce or Hopper would notice, check in on him until the black eye went away. But after that, they had lives to live.

So no, the adults in Steve's life didn't really give him much attention at all.

Of course he didn't mind it all that much. Some small part of Steve just figured 'I deserve it,' and he rolled with the punches.

He found solace in his instruments, still. He learned more and more. Piano was his best, but once you had learned piano you could learn just about anything else with some dedication. His guitar he could whip out at a couple of his high school parties. In private, alone in his room with a girl, he could strike a few chords and they would just obsess over it. Got him the companionship he so desperately needed for a while.

Even so, he never showed Nancy. She made it clear to him that she loved watching him swim, loved his muscles. The more masculine parts of him. So he never brought it out. When she asked about the shiny grand piano in his living room, he'd just say his mom played. He stashed away his other instruments in a spare room, so she wouldn't see them.

That's not to say he didn't want to show her one day. He wanted to, but once you get called bullshit once, you're pretty much over the vulnerability.

So he continued to hide it, hide his smarts. He skated through until graduation, nursing the wounds in his body and mind all alone. Then he met Robin.

And he was just too scared to show her that part of himself. His instruments had become his little secret, and he just wasn't keen on sharing.

Not until after the events of Vecna. He had lost enough by then. He didn't lose any friends this time, but he was close. Max regained some of her eyesight, wearing thick glasses that Steve paid for. He'd never let Max's mother do it. Eddie got his new government-supplied trailer, and walked the long road to recovery. And near the end of that road, Steve threw one damn good party.

It was early August. Steve and Robin had already celebrated a year of being best friends (and being free of Russian torture), but Max was having a harder time, so they waited a little longer, until the Byers-Hopper group had settled in, but before school started. It was pretty much a "Hey Hawkins is (Relatively) Safe!" party. Everyone had mostly recovered from the events of spring break, the Byers-Hopper clan had finally put the finishing touches on their home in Hawkins, getting a nice big house that someone left behind in the "Great Escape From Hawkins of 1986". Eddie had finished high school, a little bit with the pity of teachers who were sorry that they thought he was a murderer, combined with the pity that he was nearly killed in the "earthquake", but who's counting? It was his year.

It was all of their years, finally over with this upside-down business. So Steve threw a party.

The adults had left, calling in their bedtime at 9. The kids and the older teens were sleeping over though. Steve had more than enough space, and of course, the moment Joyce Byers closed the front door with her last "Call me if you need anything!" they had to break out the good old party games.

The kids insisted on truth or dare, and they got a couple rounds in before Dustin decided to single our Steve for once.

"You haven't been called on much, it's my turn to fix that." Dustin said. Argyle was the only person who had chosen Steve so far, since he was on vacation from California for the summer, staying at the Byers place after helping them move in.

"Yeah yeah just spit it out kid," Steve retorted, taking the last swig of his first-and-only beer for the night, always playing it safe in case he had to drive one of the kids home unexpectedly.

"Truth or Dare?"

Steve contemplated for a moment. He picked dare earlier with Argyle and it had been pretty simple. A truth might make him spill some of the secrets he was content to keep in his brain. Within the kids group half of the truths so far had been about crushes. It left Will stammering earlier, and he wasn't about to let the same thing happen to himself. He could admit he had... new feelings when it came to romance that he'd rather not let out in THIS room. What's the worst that could happen if he chose dare anyways?

"Dare. Hit me with your best shot kid."

"Damnit, I had only thought of a truth! Give me a second." Dustin fumbled, turning to Lucas and trying to think of a good dare.

"All that talk..." Eddie whispered into Steve's ear.

That was a new habit the older teens had gotten into. Whispered secrets behind flexed hands, like a little kid's game of telephone. Something that made them feel like kids again. Though if we're being honest, it was mostly Steve and Eddie.

"I know, right?" Steve whispered back. Admittedly, something about the whispering made the hair on Steve's neck stand up on end. It made him feel like he and Eddie were the only people in the world.

He always had to come back to reality though.

"I dare you-" Dustin interrupted, " -to show us something you've never shown anyone before. Like a hidden talent or something."

Steve thought about it for a second. Maybe he could finally be vulnerable with the group. He had gone to hell and back with these people, multiple times. Surely he could play some piano.

So Steve got up, passing his empty bottle to Nance who eyed it with a raised brow and set it on the side table next to her. He stepped over the boys' sleeping bags, all of them sticking around in the living room that night so the girls could have the basement. Steve chose to ignore when Mike fussed, saying that he got stepped on.

He sat down at the piano bench and cracked his knuckles, looking down at the keys before snapping his head up and asking, "Any requests?"

"Wait Steve you can-" Nancy started, before Robin blurted out a song.

"Take Me Home Tonight!" Robin shouted. It had become their collective favorite song recently, both of them singing it every day on the drive home from work.

"Yeah, I can do that one. Be my backup Robs?"

"You don't have to ask twice!" She swung up from her place next to Nance, stepping over the sleeping bags the same way Steve had.

When she made herself a comfy spot on top of the piano, swinging her legs back and forth, Steve started the intro.

Steve thought it sounded a little dinky on classical piano with no synth. He winced to himself as he played the intro, looking up to Robin for comfort. He just saw her jaw drop, and her mischievous smile go wider. He didn't have to look at anyone else, Robin's nod for him to start singing was all he needed to look back down at the keys.

Steve had never been a confident singer, always putting on a bit of a show, carrying a tune -but never doing his best- so if someone said it was bad, he could say he wasn't trying. This time though, he gave it his all.

By the first chorus he was throwing his head back and closing his eyes, putting on a show for a different reason, smiling as wide as he could whilst singing.

He took some liberties: embellishing a little on piano, changing "Ronnie" to "Robbie" because, honestly, who wouldn't have. He got to her solo and, playing the supporting chords with his left hand, held out his right hand and his fake microphone to Robin, who took his arm in her hands and let out her most dramatic "Be my little baby," straight from the heart.

Playing the intro to the next part, Steve remembered that there were people in the room besides him and Robin. He looked around at the faces of his friends. Lucas and Max were bopping along on the floor, Will, El, and Erica had been dancing haphazardly in the corner the whole time, El dragging her brother up by the arm. Erica followed; she had recently taken an admiring to the bitchin' girl with superpowers, plus both El and Max enjoyed having another girl at sleepovers. Dustin's jaw was still on the floor, although Nancy was more subtle about her shock, her mouth hanging in a little "o" . Jonathan and Argyle were nodding their heads along to the bass chords, having just the time of their lives. It was Eddie's face that made Steve's heart jump. He was marveling at Steve, and anyone could tell. It was enough to make Steve sing the next verse directly to him. It became all too real all of a sudden, and he wouldn't change it for the world.

Soon after, the game was ditched, all the kids rattling off songs for Steve to play for them, so they could sing along. After some Loverboy, Blondie, Grease, and their more-than-fair share of ABBA, the kids tired themselves out. Will and El made a point to thank Steve for his playing, Lucas, Max, and Erica whooped and hollered after every song, and the rest of them showed their thanks in other ways, in hugs goodnight or simple looks, eye contacts worth a million words. Then all the older teens headed upstairs. Jonathan and Argyle headed to their room early, but Robin and Nancy stuck around in the Steve's bedroom, where he was sharing with Eddie.

"When were you going to tell us you were a musical GENIUS?" Eddie asked.

"I'm no genius, I just- My mom wanted something to show off at parties when I was younger, I started learning when I was seven so I could be their free entertainment."

"Thirteen years, Steve?" Nancy felt pretty awful not knowing about something so personal to him.

"Yeah, this is my first time showing someone who wasn't at those parties though. Well, on the piano at least."

"What do you mean 'on the piano?' Do you play other instruments dingus?"

"Well, a couple others! Cello, flute, guitar, french horn, and drums a little. I can carry a tune on harmonica, but I mainly picked it up to learn Piano Man. Thought it'd be kinda funny."

"You are magical Stevie, did you know that?"

Those words, Eddie's words, bounced around in Steve's head for the rest of the night. Magical. Him? Magical.

"Seeing as we know a girl with superpowers, I doubt that I'm the magical one." Steve brushed it off.

The girls took their leave a while later, leaving Steve and Eddie to stew in their awkward nature around eachother.

"I guess I can give up on being the only cool guitar player in the group." Eddie said, faking a heartbroken look.

"You can still be the only cool guitar player, I'm just a guitar player."

"Oh c'mon Stevie! You know these kids think you're the coolest person on the planet."

"I think you've got that one covered, I'm just their ever-so-giving host and chauffeur." Steve tried to make a joke out of it, gave his best self-pitying chuckle and everything. Eddie saw right through it. Saw the tears cloud the edge of Steve's vision before he blinked them away.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey," Eddie stopped Steve, "You're so much more than a ride home and a place to stay to them, okay? I mean it, they think you're the coolest person on the planet. And they're not the only ones who think it."

"Ha, like you think it."

"I do, Steve. I do think it."

"I mean, come on Eds! There's really no redeeming factor," Steve let the tears fall freely, moving off of his bed where Eddie sat, and gesturing to himself,"I have a nice car, a big house, and a shit personality. I'm not good in conversation, I don't know any of their nerd games. I'm no good at keeping them safe from anything that isn't an interdimensional monster. I'm just kind of here. I'm not smart, or nice, or even funny, or magical like you said. I'm just here."

"Steve," Eddie started, this look in his eyes, trying it's hardest to tell Steve everything he means to them, means to Eddie. But Steve just closed his eyes, bowed his head, like Eddie had some power over him.

Steve just stood there, head bowed, flexing and unflexing his fists.

"Come here." Eddie commanded, patting the bed next to him. And, just like the little kid who learned piano to entertain his mom, Steve listened.

Steve sat down and Eddie immediately scooted him closer, putting Steve's chin in both of his hands. Making Steve look him in the eye.

"You are so much more to those kids. And even if I'm wrong, you're so much more to me. You are smart, you are kind, you are generous, and loving, and you care for each and every one of us more than anything or anyone in the world could reasonably ask you to." Eddie wiped Steve's tears as they fell, but he never broke eye contact. "You've saved their LIVES Steve. Many of them wouldn't be here without you. I wouldn't be here without you. You carried me out of that hell hole, and you've been here for me since. If there's anyone in this world qualified to tell you how much you mean to them, I think it's me."

"You really believe all of that?"

"Every syllable of every word."

See, Steve Harrington is incredibly smart. It's not his fault nobody believes him.

Not even himself.

But maybe, for the first time, he was about to make a smart decision.

So he learned forward, into Eddie. Pressed his lips into Eddie's and didn't doubt that Eddie would kiss back. And when Eddie did, Steve's heart soared. He put all of his gratitude, all of his feelings into kissing Eddie.

After he finally pulled away, Eddie just had to bring some light into the situation. He wiped away one of Steve's tears, and said:

"I hope I don't have to see those pretty eyes cry for that to happen again."

"You don't-" Steve leaned in again.

And if Robin found them suspiciously close in the morning, it was nobody's business but her own.

[artiststarme]

His whole life, Steve had been waiting for a reason. The fight with Byers hadn’t been enough nor had the loss of Tommy and Carol. Nancy’s cheating and the humiliation he felt almost did it but not quite. The first run in with the Upside Down, the second, the beating from hell, not getting into college, disappointing his parents, the Russians, losing Hopper, none of it was enough.

But losing Max and Eddie was. It felt like Steve had lost his tether. His new friend, his potential for more, was gone. Max, the random girl that had grown to be the snarky little sister he’d always needed, was gone. After that, his ever-there backup plan started feeling a little bit less like a backup. As soon as the Buckley parents decided to move away with a reluctant Robin in tow, Steve was done.

He slunk away from everyone, hiding from their gazes and escaping in their grief. He didn’t need their scrutiny or worse, their fake concern. He didn’t have any affairs to put in order, no one would notice anything amiss anyways. Steve always existed in the background, until he didn’t. He slipped under the water of his pool one night and for once, he didn’t feel turmoil. Even as his lungs ran out of air and every cell in his body screamed for air, Steve only felt calm. And soon, he felt nothing at all.

[lily-fics-11]

The Girl Next Door: Chapter 1 (Hazel Callahan)

The Girl Next Door

Fic master post here (feel free to comment to be added to tag list)

You hadn’t been close with your neighbor Hazel for a few years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of that changes.

Chapter 1

You reunite with Hazel and clean her up after fight club

CW: mentions of blood and injury, allusions to violence, cursing, not beta read

You make your way to the locker room after staying behind at school to work on a group project. You forgot your hoodie in your gym locker, so you are grabbing it quickly before heading home. 

While you are at your locker you hear the door open and close. Someone else has entered the locker room, but you don’t think anything of it. 

As you go to leave you walk past the bathroom and you see someone standing in front of one of the sinks. She is facing the other way but you can see her reflection in the mirror. You notice that there is blood on her face and dripping down her shirt, paired with a swollen eye. You are obviously concerned and stop to take a closer look. Upon further inspection you realize that it is your neighbor.

“Hazel?” You call as you approach her. She sees you in the mirror and turns around. Why does she look amused?

“Hey!” She greets you like the circumstances are normal. 

“What the hell happened to you?” This wasn’t the best school, but you would never have thought someone would get attacked like this. 

“Oh this?” She looks down at her bloody shirt and shrugs. “I was just in fight club.”

“Who are you? Brad Pitt?” You are a little angry, what the hell is fight club and how did someone sweet and innocent like Hazel end up in it? You can’t help but feel bad for thinking that she looks kind of hot like this. 

“No, no, of course not. Some of my friends have started a self defense club, we call it fight club because we learn to defend ourselves by fighting eachother.”

You sigh and decide to save your questions for later and give in to your instinct to take care of her.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up?” You suggest to her.

She shifts uncomfortably and scratches the back of her head. She avoids eye contact by looking at the floor.

“You don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really,” she protests. 

“I can’t just leave you here like this. I know we aren’t close anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” You mean every word. Hazel started to distance herself from you towards the end of middle school. You never knew why. You settled in with the popular crowd and Hazel settled in to her own niche. But it hurt you so badly and came right as you realized you had feelings for her. You have pushed those feelings down over the years, you’ve even had a girlfriend. But seeing Hazel like this, your old feelings are bubbling up to the surface. 

Her eyes just widen, surprised, as if you had been the one to push her away. She tries to hide it, but a smile starts to creep across her face. “I guess I could use some help cleaning up. It doesn’t usually get so messy, I swear.”

“Oh believe me, I’m going to need to hear more about this fight club. But right now we need to do something about all of this blood,” your voice is tender, you are not sure exactly what she’s been through today and you want to be delicate. 

You put your things down and grab a paper towel. You wet it and get closer to Hazel. As you reach towards her face she takes a sharp breath in. You aren’t sure why though, you haven’t even touched her yet. 

“I promise I’m going to be as gentle as I can, but it’s still going to hurt,” you explain. 

Hazel just nods and closes her eyes.

You begin to dab the wet paper towel on her face and the blood starts to come off. She winces with pain and says “ow” every once in a while, her eyes still sealed shut. 

“Why don’t you talk to me? It’ll distract you from the pain.” You are suggesting it for her, but also for you. You’ve really missed talking to Hazel.

She opens her eyes to look at you with a tense expression.

“Right, right. Good idea. Um… how have you been?”

“Well I haven’t been punched in the face recently, so better than you,” you laugh a little and she does too. 

“Fight club is great, for real. Yeah we get a little banged up, but it’s a safe space.”

You can’t help but laugh more as you echo “safe space.”

You expect her to continue to defend her new venture but she quickly changes the subject instead. 

“So, how’s your um,” Hazel pauses to clear her throat, “girlfriend?”

That takes you by surprise. You didn’t really talk to Hazel at all but you guess that it makes sense that she would know which lesbians are in relationships with each other. 

“Oh, we actually broke up. Last week,” you tell her shyly. It’s weird discussing your love life with someone that has your old feelings for her creeping up on you. 

“I’m… sorry to hear that.” Does she sound relieved? It wasn’t a secret that your ex wasn’t exactly the nicest to you, so that must be it. 

“It was for the best. Things weren’t exactly good between us,” you admit.

“You deserve so much better than her!” Hazel blurts out unexpectedly.

“I… thank you. That means a lot to me.” She just nods her head. 

You take a step back and her eyes widen, seeming to think it was her fault. 

“I’m done,” you tell her and you see a wave of relief come over her.

“What are we going to do about that shirt?”

“I’ll just change when I get home.” Hazel tells you. 

“No, no.” You protest and pick up your hoodie. You offer it to her “take this.”

Hazel’s eyes dart around nervously. “That’s, um, okay.”

“You are going to get your little fight club disbanded” you warn, “if anyone sees you walking around with blood all over you like that. It’s bad enough that you’ve got a black eye. Plus everyone is still freaking out about that girl getting beat up by the Huntington football player.”

Hazel takes a nervous breath and starts to pull her shirt off. Your eyes widen and you know you should look away but it’s hard to when she reveals her toned stomach and sports bra. “What are you…” you begin to question frantically. 

She cuts you off, “I don’t want to get any blood on your sweatshirt.”

You nod and finally peel your eyes off of her. You look away but leave your hand out so she can take the hoodie. 

After a moment she clears her throat and you look back at her. You can’t help but smile a little bit seeing your hoodie on Hazel. 

“I better get going,” she says and she starts to walk away. You step in front of her.

“Your eye is practically swollen shut. You can’t drive like that. I’ll give you a ride home.”

She freezes like a dear in headlights. She looks like she’s about to protest but she knows you are right. 

“But my car? How am I supposed to get back to it, get to school tomorrow?” She asks nervously. 

“I’ll just drive you to school tomorrow,” you tell her with a smirk. You can’t help it. The thought of getting to spend more time with Hazel excites you. She looks a little intimidated by how forward you are. She avoids eye contact. “I guess I’ll grab my stuff.”

[celestiansui]

robin buckley 🤝 hazel callahan

lesbians that i would allow to do

anything to me

[lokiiied]

steve harrington and robin buckley would love bottoms (2023) dir. emma seligman

[nattroan]

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𝐻𝑖𝑖<3 guys I leave these recommendations so that if you can take a little of your time to read these beautiful fics, do it because you won't regret it, please, I beg you to reblog it and give it a like because I need these writers and the wonderful fics that they They make them have more recognition (by the way, thanks to the writers for taking a few minutes and even hours of your time to make such wonderful fics)

𝓝𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑜:

SPIDER!NATALIE @abbysbabe

-the bet @24hlevi

Natalie does your eyeliner @pinkmoonzzz

The wilderness dance @lacyscabinet

—dizzy like! @shaunashipmansgf

Cool About It @rae-writes-sometimes

calming the storm @coalswriting

Unexpected Christmas @devskindawritingblog

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[rogueddie]

Robin and Steve getting excited when she starts dating Chrissy, realizing that their partners are also besties. Steve saying that it'll be fun to have a friend that's into the same things as him- Robin stuttering and trying to explain that Chrissy isn't as quiet as she seems. Steve, horrorfied, explaining that he was talking about sports.

[julietsversion]

Someone should make a stranger things x bottoms (2023) fic

Mike is Pj, Robin is Josie, and Will is Hazel

Someone must create this and if it has to be me then so be it

[gigi-loveless]

classes are cancelled tomorrow in my area!! send requests angels ₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊

[hawkinsglasscloset]

Sappho Punch | Bottoms x Stranger Things AU

Chapter 1: All is Fair in Love and War

Word count: 2k

Warning: strong language, mention of SA, mention of violence and blood.

A/n: So my obsession with the movie Bottoms and my obsession with the show Stranger Things came together to create this baby. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Comments are greatly appreciated :3

Fall came, but the weather was still pretty summer-like. There was a soft breeze and a sky sprinkled with stars, making that night the perfect night to finally talk to the girl of your dreams. The only issue was... maybe the girl of your dreams was also the girl of your best friend's dreams. 

Hazel and Robin had been friends since third grade, they bonded over being tomboys and eventually their friendship grew deeper, but never into a relationship. They simply could not see each other in that way, not to mention they both were more into femmes, which led them down a long road of falling in love with straight girly girls. 

They usually went for the opposite type, it definitely made things easier when it came to relationships (or the lack thereof, in their case since they were both virgins), they never fought over a girl in all their years of friendship. 

Robin was more into petite redheads and blondes who could sing or play some instrument. Meanwhile, Hazel liked brunettes or girls with colorful hair, taller than her and on the chubbier side.

Unfortunately, as there's a first time for everything, this time they were both in love with the same girl. She wasn't exactly Robin's usual type, neither was she Hazel's usual type. 

Men usually say bros before hoes, straight girls say chicks before dicks, what do gay girls say? Chicks before clits? Well, something of the sort was decided between the two friends. They were definitely NOT gonna fight over some girl. 

And if she ever happened to show interest in any of them... the other would have to gracefully accept it and move on with no hard feelings. All is fair in love and war, but losing someone who has been in your life before you could even do long division was a price they were not willing to pay for coochie.

"If you don't say hi, I'm gonna say hi," Robin said with a nonchalant shrug. 

"She's definitely straight! What are you even thinking?" Hazel cried nervously as she fidgeted with a big roll of tickets and waited for her cotton candy.

"She's British! Maybe that's how British people are... straight looking," Robin shook her friend by the shoulders. 

"I don't think so, I think in Britain they're even gayer looking than usual," Hazel took the cotton candy and shoved part of it in her mouth. "Look! PJ and Josie!" 

The unpopular, supposedly untalented, lesbian crew of Rockbridge Falls was almost all there after the two arrived, Sylvie was the only one missing, but... nobody really wanted Sylvie around (except for her stepdad, of course). 

"What happened to your arm?" Hazel asked, seeing that Josie had a cast on. 

"She ate shit," PJ laughed. 

"She ate literal shit? What the fuck?" Hazel chuckled. "Did you get beat up again? Were you jumped? Was it spy camp? Did you go to juvie?" 

"Yeah, we went to juvie," PJ sarcastically sneered. 

"OH MY GOD, IT WAS JUVIE?" Hazel gasped just as Jeff, their golden boy from the football team was introduced in the most ridiculous fashion, making all the girls scream and beg him to fertilize their eggs. 

"Why are people so obsessed with him?" Robin mumbled. "He has a round jawline... like a girl." 

"I don't get why girls like boys like that. They're like dogs or pigs or... what's the grossest animal?" PJ huffed while the Viking players passed by them without caring if they bumped into someone. 

"The human being, no animals are gross" a soft voice answered her question.

"Naomi!" Robin nearly screamed.

"Where?" Hazel turned and squealed when she was met with the girl she'd been dreaming of for about a year since she moved from London with her mother. 

Naomi was the British straight girl in question. She was tall, taller than both Hazel and Robin (who was already quite tall), but in a delicate way. Her many curves were perfectly hugged by her bellbottom jeans and a crop top that said vegan women taste better. 

She had long jet-black hair and pale skin which gave her a Snow White quality that made both Hazel and Robin lose their minds.

"Hey, mate," Naomi smiled, as her cheerleader friends, Isabel and Brittany joined her. 

While PJ and Josie fumbled to talk to the other two, Hazel and Robin stared at Naomi without knowing what to say. It was like she always stole all the words from their brains. 

"I see you're vegan," Robin pointed at the shirt. 

"Yeah, I don't like to take part in any kind of animal exploitation," Naomi sweetly replied. "They are friends, not food." 

"Did you know Hazel worked all summer on her uncle's farm? In the slaughterhouse!" 

"Shut up!" Hazel hissed and then put a smile back on. "I didn't... I worked at the National Meat Association." 

"That's well bad," Naomi frowned. 

"I know, right? I don't even eat meat-"

"Yeah you do, your favorite food is steak," Robin said before being elbowed right in the boob by her friend. 

"Meat is murder... I just needed a job," Hazel tried to save face. 

"If you don't mind me asking, how much do you get paid there?" Naomi tilted her head. 

"Fifteen bucks an hour, it's pretty good," it really wasn't, not for handling guts and blood for hours and coming home every day looking like the final girl from a slasher film. 

"Say what, if you're interested, the golf course I work at needs new caddies, they pay twenty quid an hour plus tips. The old guys usually tip well if you laugh at their bad jokes."

"Wait, seriously? And I'd get to work with- with you?" Hazel's eyes lit up, not even caring if the old men in question happened to be pervs or not. 

"Yeah, kinda. I drive around serving drinks, we'd see each other all the time."

"Yes, please! I'd love that! The job, I'd love that job!" 

"I'll give you my manager's number tomorrow and you can give her a call to apply, you have the right build for it," Naomi said, eyeing the cotton candy. "Can I get a little bit?" 

"O-of course! Take all of it!" Hazel handed her the remaining of her treat.

"C-could I get a job?" Robin asked timidly. 

"I thought you worked at the video store, you don't like it there?" Hazel quirked an eyebrow at her friend. 

Before Robin could answer, PJ and Josie stormed out, snatching the big roll of tickets from Hazel and giving it to Brittany. 

"Hey, no, steady on," Naomi took the big roll of tickets back from her teammate. "These are Hazel's." 

"She knows my name," Hazel whispered to herself.

"But the little Dutch boy gave it to us," Brittany protested without any heat behind her words, as usual. 

"Don't be a twat, go buy your own," Naomi handed the roll back to Hazel and followed her friends to the nearest ride. "Have fun!" 

"Don't you work at the video store?" Robin repeated in a mocking tone once they were alone. "Fuck you, Hazel! Eat a bag of uncircumcised veiny dicks!" 

"You did way worse! You told her I eat steak!"

"You do!"

"I can stop."

"Isn't your mom throwing a barbecue tomorrow?"

"I can stop... after tomorrow. Anything for love!"

**

The next morning, when school finally started, Jeff showed up in crutches. He looked completely fine with the exception of a nasty black eye, which left PJ and Josie puzzled. 

Yes, they had technically driven into him the night before, but the car barely touched his leg, how the hell did he get hurt like that? He refused to explain anything more than the fact that he was supposedly run over.

That's what they tried to explain to Principal Meyers, but he wasn't having it, he had to protect their perfect quarterback... to escape expulsion then, Josie made up a story. 

She said they were just practicing for their self-defense club, to help the girls be prepared to face Huntington players that might want to hurt them, which had already started to happen. 

"I can't believe they're letting you guys start a fight club," Hazel chuckled as she ate her lunch next to Josie and PJ on the bleachers. 

"No, they're not, we are not!" Josie shook her head, too scared to even think about it. 

"Of course we are! Did you see the way Brittany and Isabel were looking at us?" PJ countered.

"Wait... girls were looking at you because they thought you ran over Jeff?" Hazel asked, her interest piqued.

"Hell yeah! Nothing makes a girl wetter than displays of power and strength," PJ nodded. "If we get this fight club going, we can get whatever girl we want. We just have to learn how to fight..." 

"You guys probably fought girls in juvie."

"We were lying about that, obviously!" 

"About juvie? Why would you lie to me?" Hazel asked, unintentionally looking like a mistreated puppy. 

"You assumed, I just didn't correct you," PJ rolled her eyes. "We just need to teach girls how to not get punched in the face, easy, and they drop their panties!" 

"Hey, hey guys! Did you hear?" Robin ran towards the trio suddenly. "Huntington shot up our books so the library is out of order again this year!" 

"No, actually... we're discussing creating a fight club to teach the girls self-defense," Hazel squinted, her blue eyes hurting from the sun hitting her face. "We can start with taekwondo, which I got covered."

"Wait, why are we even doing this? This sounds dumb," Robin started eating the sandwich her mother packed in a plastic grocery store bag. 

"We teach a bunch of girls how to defend themselves against the evil Huntington killers. They are grateful to us, we build a community, we bond, we share, we connect," PJ explained while gesturing with her hands and her hips. "We're punching each other, adrenaline is flowing, next thing we know Brittany is kissing me on the mouth!" 

"I take it back..." Robin shared a look with Hazel. "We definitely need a fight club. Hazel, bring Stella-Rebecca! She'll attract the cheerleaders."

"You know Stella-Rebecca?" Josie sat up, starting to consider the idea.

"We're family friends," Hazel shrugged.

It was true, but before even thinking of Stella-Rebecca, Hazel and Robin had bigger priorities.

"Naomi will be so impressed, she'll need to bring an extra pair of underwear to practice every week, cause she'll soak through the first!" Robin cheered quietly. She was usually shy and nervous, but they had a real shot this time, she couldn't throw it away.

"Shhh..." Hazel held a finger in front of her lips when she heard Naomi's voice coming from the principal's office. 

"I'm really sorry," she said. "But he tried to grope me."

"He's a boy, Naomi! He doesn't know any better!" Principal Meyers argued. "We won't make any of this public because it would hurt Jeff's image, but you can't just punch someone for their natural instincts.

"Naomi gave Jeff the black eye!" Hazel whispered. 

"Shit... it won't be as easy as we thought to impress her with our sexy fighting skills," Robin mumbled, but then she smiled. "But on the other hand, she has sexy fighting skills!" 

Hazel nodded, understanding right away and as soon as the principal's office door opened, Naomi was stopped by both girls. 

"Hey! Don't you think there's a lack of female solidarity at this school?" Robin asked, trying to sound casual. 

"Um... what?" Naomi narrowed her eyes. 

"You know, that Huntington player who fucked that girl's face up, we should do something about it," Hazel suggested, almost as if she just had that idea on the spot. "Hey, why don't you come over to our self-defense club after class?" 

"Self-defense club?" Naomi breathed. 

"Yeah, like a fight club! You can beat up people in the name of feminism!" Robin nodded excitedly. 

"Today at 3:15," Hazel added. 

"Okay, I guess it sounds nice. I'll be there," Naomi smiled as she walked away. "See you guys later!"

"May the best tomboy win?" Robin held out her hand.

"Oh, I will," Hazel teased, shaking her friend's hand.

Tag List: @mrprettywhenhecries @elliethesuperfruitlover

[sarahisgay01]

Needy 👏 Bottom 👏 Nancy 👏 Wheeler 🤝

Please write top Robin with needy bottom Nancy. Honestly I need this. I need this to survive. I literally have no ideas I’m so uncreative, I just would really love if you wrote something with this. Thank you in advance.

In honor of Valentines day, I pulled an all nighter to write this for you guys💖

update: it’s a day late, I apologize that I couldn’t finish it in time!! My thoughts for this fic just kept going and going…anyway enjoy the smut lol

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!)

Valentines Day💌

Dom!Robin x Sub!Nancy

Notes: Both of them have a praise kink, overstimulation, crying. all the good stuff

Today’s February 14th, also known as Valentines day. For the past 18 years this day has meant nothing to Robin, she’s never had a valentine and has loathed the holiday for as long as she can remember. This year though, this year is different. Why? Because she is dating the most beautiful girl in Hawkins, no other than Nancy Wheeler. She couldn’t sleep the night before because she was too excited for the surprise she had planned for her girlfriend. Once Robin’s alarm went off that morning, she jumped out of bed, for once actually excited about this stupid holiday. Yesterday, she went to her local florist and had a special bouquet made for Nancy. It had a bunch of different flowers in it, but it’s color scheme was Nancy’s favorite colors, pink, yellow, and orange. The florist balanced out all the colors with white roses and the bouquet looked absolutely amazing. Steve picked Robin up that morning to take her to school and when he saw the beautiful bouquet, he smiled. He said, “Aw, are those for Nance?” Robin smiled, but then started rambling out of nervousness, “Yeah. Do you think she’ll like them? Is it too much? Should I have just done roses? Oh my god, does she even like flowers?” Robin gently places the flowers on her lap, then turns to face Steve. She puts her head in her hands and says, “Oh my god, I’m an idiot.” Steve grabs her shoulders and says, “Hey, relax for me, Rob. Nance is gonna love them, okay?” Robin’s hands slowly fall from her face and she looks at Steve. She quietly, with a bit of worry in her voice, says, “You really think so?” Steve replies, “I really do” and Robin takes a couple deep breaths, then seems to relax a little bit. After knowing Robin for so long and seeing her almost every day, Steve knows exactly how to calm her down. He says, “Tell me what you have planned for you guys tonight.” Robin gets excited and starts to ramble about the night she had planned for her and Nancy.

When Steve pulls into the school parking lot, Nancy’s standing outside her car. A wide smile appears on her face upon seeing Steve’s car pull in. Before Steve could even put his car in park, Robin had already hopped out, throwing her backpack over her shoulder and holding the bouquet in her hands. She started running toward her girlfriend, a wide smile on her face as well. Nancy’s smile grew when she saw the bouquet her girlfriend was holding and once Robin got close to her, she said, “Happy Valentines day, my love.” Even though the pair had been dating for months, Robin still blushes when Nancy uses cute nicknames like that. With her cheeks tinted a bright pink, she replies back saying, “Happy Valentines day, angel”, then gives her a cute little kiss on her nose. Robin then hands her the bouquet and says, “I uh- I hope you like them. I’m not sure if you like flowers, if you don’t, I can take them back, really I don’t mind.” Nancy’s eyes soften and she gently puts the bouquet on the roof of her car, just for a second. She then takes both her hands and cups Robin’s face, then kisses her sweetly. Nancy says, “Sweetheart, I love them. Thank you so much, they’re beautiful.” Robin lets out a sigh of relief with a wide smile plastered on her face. Her girlfriend opens up her car door and says, “I have a surprise for you”, then pulls out a heart shaped box. Robin immediately gets excited and says, “Is that- Is that chocolate!” Nancy nods her head and says, “Mhmmm, milk and dark chocolate since I know you like them both equally.” With no warning, Nancy is now wrapped in a tight hug by Robin. She says, “Thank you so much, Nance!” Immediately, Robin rips open the box and pops one of the heart shaped chocolates into her mouth. With her wide smile still on her face, she hums in pleasure at the deliciousness of the piece of chocolate. Nancy’s smile stays on her face, almost like it’s glued, at the endearing sight of her girlfriend looking like a little kid opening a present on christmas morning. She looks at her watch and says, “Come on baby, we’re going to be late.” Robin replies, “I wish I could just spend the entire day with you” with a small pout on her face. Nancy says, “One day, baby, but I’ll be over at 5:00pm and I’ll be there all night, okay?” Robin smiles at the thought and says, “Alright, alright. Fine.” Nancy grabs her wrist, then both girls wave at Steve as Nancy gently pulls Robin towards the school building. She gives Robin a kiss before they go their separate ways for classes.

Robin may have physically made it to all her classes, but mentally, all she could think about was Nancy. When the final bell rang for the day, Robin was the first one out of her classroom and was hauling her way to Steve, who was waiting for her in the parking lot. He drove her home and that’s when the Valentines day preparations began. Robin wanted to make this Valentines day super special for Nancy, because, as she explained to Steve, “Nancy’s super special so she deserves a super special Valentines day.” Her parents were out of town, so it made everything she wanted to do 100 times easier. First, she rearranged the furniture in the living room to make a fort with twinkly fairy lights around it. She made sure the TV was inside, along with blankets and a few different movies. Next, she made chocolate covered strawberries, 6 dark chocolate, 6 milk chocolate. After that, she went upstairs to get changed. She put on a black tank top and paired it with her short red and black flannel pajama shorts. Underneath those shorts though, she purposely put on the pair of panties that always makes Nancy’s eyes pop out of her head. By the time she had changed and made her way down the stairs, Nancy’s car was pulling into her driveway. Before Nancy even had a chance to knock at the door, she was greeted by Robin smiling and practically shaking from excitement. Nancy asks, “You okay, baby? You look like you’re going to explode with excitement”, then she giggles. Robin says, “Yeah! I’m just super excited to show you something. Close your eyes.” Nancy does as she told and Robin says, “Good girl”, eliciting a small, needy whine from Nancy, just like she wanted. Robin acts like she didn’t hear it and helps guide her into the living room. Once they’re both inside her living room, Robin says, “Okay open your eyes for me, angel.” Nancy’s eyes open to the sight of the beautiful fort and the chocolate covered strawberries on the coffee table next to it. Her eyes soften and her mouth slightly opens in shock. It’s silent for a little too long, as Nancy’s trying not to cry because this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her. Robin’s nerves kick in and she thinks Nancy hates it. She begins anxiously rambling, “If you don’t like it, we can move the furnit-”, but her rambling was cut short by the sweetest and most intimate kiss the two of them have ever shared. Nancy doesn’t fail at many things, if anything really, but her trying to hold back her tears at this moment, she failed at. A couple tears start rolling down her cheeks accompanied by the biggest smile on her face. She says, “Robbie, I- I love it. This is the sweetest thing- the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you, baby.” Robin smiles, wipes away her tears, then kisses the tip of Nancy’s nose and says, “Anything for you, angel. Happy Valentines day.” Nancy’s smile grows and she grabs her girlfriend’s wrist, then pulls her towards the fort saying, “Come on!” enthusiastically. The two of them crawl into the fort and start to watch Nancy’s favorite movie, ‘The Breakfast Club’.

During the movie, while the two of them are all cuddled up, Robin reaches over and grabs the plate of chocolate covered strawberries. When Nancy goes to grab one, Robin gently taps her hand away. Nancy looks back at her confused, then Robin says, “Pretty girls don’t get their hands all dirty, allow me, my love.” Robin takes a strawberry and holds it in front of Nancy’s mouth. As she’s about to bite into it, Robin says “Ah, ah. Did I say you could do that?” Nancy now understands what’s happening and she’s definitely not mad about it. A quiet whine leaves her mouth, followed by a quiet, “No.” Robin’s voice somehow got raspier and she replies, “I’d hate to have to punish you on Valentines day, sweetheart. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?” Nancy’s dire need to be praised, her dire need to be Robin’s good girl, made her submit right then and there. She was already needy for her girlfriend before she arrived, but now, now she’s on the edge of desperation. She’s desperate to have Robin’s hands and mouth all over her body. Nancy says, “I do! I do, Robin I- I promise! I want to- I want to be your good girl! I promise I’ll be your good girl, Robin! I swear!” Robin could easily hear the desperation in her girlfriend’s voice, the pure sound of her need. She responds back saying, “That’s my good girl. Now open that pretty little mouth of yours.” Nancy opens her mouth and Robin places the strawberry in between her lips. She bites down on the half of strawberry that was placed in her mouth and hums at the taste. Nancy says, “Robbie these taste so good. Oh my god!” Robin smiles and says, “Thank you, angel. I’m glad you like them because I love watching your perfect lips wrap around them. Perfect.” Robin then pops the rest of the strawberry in her mouth with a slight grin on her face as she sees the slight blush creep onto Nancy’s face. A small whine slips from Nancy’s mouth soon after. Her eyes are fixated on Robin as she takes another strawberry and bites into it, her perfect, soft lips wrapped around it. In this moment, Nancy realizes why Robin said she likes to watch her eat them. Nancy watches her girlfriend’s lips wrap around the strawberry and for some reason, this very simple action, just looks so sexual. Nancy can feel her arousal in her panties and Robin hasn’t even touched her. What makes it worse is after she takes a bite, Robin hums and says “Mmmm fuckkkkk.” Nancy lets out a small, quiet whine and Robin turns to make eye contact with her. As she looks over, she notices that Nancy’s bottom lip was now in between her teeth. She knows that she’s trying her best to hold back more whines, which plants a grin on her face.

Robin cocks her head to the side slightly, acting confused on why Nancy had just whined. She asks, “Everything okay, baby?” and Nancy responds with a high pitched “Mhmmm.” Anyone with half a brain could tell that Nancy was needy, but if she didn’t want to flat out tell Robin, she was going to have to coax it out of her. Robin says, “You sure, sweetheart?” and simultaneously places one of her hands on the inner part of Nancy’s mid thigh. She starts to glide her hand back and forth, driving Nancy to release another whine, this one louder than the others. Still acting naive, Robin says, “Why don’t you be a good girl and tell me, sweetheart?” Robin was confident that her question would be Nancy’s breaking point and she was correct. Almost breathlessly, Nancy says, “Please, Robbie.” Robin thinks to herself, if Nancy wanted to play games, so will I. So, she replies back, “Please what, angel? You’ll have to be a bit more specific if you want something. Be a good girl and tell me, Nance.” The praise hits her immediately and she says, “Touch me, please. Want you, Rob. Need you. Need you so bad, please. Please, Robbie.” You’d have to be an idiot to turn down Nancy Wheeler, but you’d have to be an absolute psychopath to turn her down while she’s begging for you. Robin is neither one of those things. Her lips crash into Nancy’s hungrily and both girls taste the chocolate on each other’s lips. She pulls away, causing another whine to escape Nancy’s perfect lips, then a small pout forms on her face. Her pout doesn’t sit on her face long though, because only a few seconds after disconnecting their lips, Robin says, “You wanna go to my room, sweetheart?” She knows the answer to the question before she even asked it, but she wanted to hear Nancy say it. Nancy nods her head and says, “Yes please. Can we? Please, Robs.” Before she knew it, Robin was out of the fort, standing up, and grabbing her wrist, lightly pulling her towards her stairs.

Once they both were in her room, Robin grabs Nancy by her hips and pulls her up against her. She leans down and hums as she kisses those perfect lips again. She releases from the kiss shortly after and says, “Take your shirt off for me, angel.” Without a single hesitation, Nancy does what she was told and within seconds her shirt winds up on the floor, exposing her lace white bralette. She was rewarded with Robin acting like she was about to kiss her, but instead stops mere inches away from her lips and whispers, “Always such a good girl for me, aren’t you Nance?” At that moment, Nancy’s brain had short circuited and she could only reply with a whine of pure need. Robin grinned for just a moment before reconnecting their lips again. While kissing, Robin undoes Nancy’s bralette and lets it drop to the floor. Then, she backs her up, until the back of Nancy’s knees hit the edge of the bed. Once Nancy feels the mattress against the back of her legs, she gasps and practically within a blink of an eye, finds herself laid down on top of it. Her eyes trail upwards to find that she is being towered by her girlfriend. Robin stands in between her legs and looks down at Nancy. Their eyes lock and neither one of them can spot the blue that’s normally there. Currently, all that’s visible are their pupils. Robin loses eye contact to look at her girlfriend’s exposed chest and says, “You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” She reaches both of her hands down and starts to knead her breasts roughly. A loud gasp, followed by a moan leaves Nancy’s mouth and Robin continues on, saying, “Just so pretty for me, aren’t you? So perfect and beautiful, all for me.” Another moan escapes her mouth and she breathlessly says, “All for you. I’m yours, Robin. All yours.” Robin hums at her words, then leans down and whispers in her ear, “Good girl. All mine. My good girl.” She then bites Nancy’s ear lobe, not too roughly, but not too soft either. Nancy whimpers in response and she can feel her arousal starting to pool in her panties. Robin’s lips soon make their way to her neck and she sucks several marks, marking what’s hers. After the last mark she sucks onto Nancy’s neck, she moves closer to her ear and whispers, “I’m marking what’s mine. Your body, is mine. It belongs to me, you belong to me.” Nancy whimpers, then breathlessly says, “I’m yours, all yours. My- My body belongs to you, Robin.” Robin looks Nancy in her eyes, then says, “Good girl” and watches as Nancy attempts to hold back a whine. The longer her girlfriend’s eyes are looking into hers, the harder it is to stop herself from whining. The whine eventually slips out after seeing Robin’s hungrily eyes for too long. Robin’s lips start to trail below Nancy’s neck and soon her collar bone has several marks on it as well. As her lips continue to get lower, Nancy begins to whine, growing impatient with how slow Robin’s being. She whines out, “Please, Robin. Please touch me. Please!” Right as she was about to lick one of Nancy’s nipples, she stops and straightens her posture. Nancy whimpers and watches as her girlfriend’s facial expression changes.

Robin looks down at her and says, “I thought you wanted to be my good girl, sweetheart and we both know good girls aren’t greedy, right?” Nancy whines, but responds back with a quiet “No.” Robin continues and says, “Now, do you want to be my good girl or would you rather be punished for being a greedy little whore, hmmm?” Nancy loudly whimpers, then replies back saying, “Good girl! I’m sorry! I promise I’ll be good! I promise! I’m sorry!” Robin says, “You’ll take what I give you, understand?” Nancy nods rapidly and says, “Yes! I understand!” Her girlfriend hums, then leans back to down to continue where she left off. Her tongue licks across one of Nancy’s hardened nipples, then she grazes her teeth against it. Nancy sharply and releases a shaky breath. A few seconds later, Robin’s mouth is latched around her nipple and sucking on it roughly. Countless moans are slipping from Nancy’s mouth, each one as beautiful as the one that came before it. Her moans stop for a second, but only because Robin switched to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. Once she was satisfied playing with Nancy’s breasts, she lifts her body back up so she’s standing straight up. Robin hooks her fingers around Nancy’s pants and her underwear, then looks into her eyes for consent. Nancy starts to nod her head, then mutters out a breathless, “Please. Yes, please.” Robin grins, then pulls down both articles of clothing in a single fluid motion. She peaks at Nancy’s pussy and sees it’s glistening with her slick. Her grin widens and she says, “You’re so wet for me, angel. Is that all for me? All mine, sweetheart?” Nancy breathlessly replies back, “All yours. All yours, Rob”, then Robin hums. As she starts straightening up, she says, “Good girl.” Nancy whines in response, then whimpers as she finds herself, again, being towered over by Robin. Before Robin could do something else, Nancy lets out a small whine. This time, Robin was a little confused on why she was whining, so she asked, “What is it, my love?” Nancy replied, “Want to- Want to see you. It’s not- It’s not fair you have all your clothes on and I’m naked.” Robin can’t help but let a out a little giggle and she says, “Okay, angel”, then takes off everything, but her underwear. When Nancy sees the panties Robin chose to wear, she moans and says, “I knew you were wearing those.” Robin playfully rolls her eyes, then starts to crawl onto the bed, over top of Nancy. She responds back while planting kisses down her body, saying a word, then following it up with a kiss until she reaches her girlfriend’s hips. Robin says, “Because you’re so smart. And so pretty. And so nice. You’re absolutely perfect, Nancy.” Robin stops for a second, then her lips continue downwards. They start to go to where Nancy’s been begging to be touched all night, where she needs Robin to be so desperately. She grips Nancy’s thighs harshly and pushes them deep into her mattress, eliciting a loud moan from Nancy’s mouth. Robin’s lips hover inches away from Nancy’s clit, then she says, “Look at me.” Their eyes lock again and Robin says, “You’re absolutely perfect, Nancy Wheeler. My perfect girl. So perfect for me.” Those words alone, leaving her girlfriend’s mouth could have made Nancy’s arousal pool out of her. But the mixture of them with how close her mouth is to her clit and with the borderline bruising grip she had on her thighs, it caused another loud moan to leave her lips. The praise went straight to her head and after being teased for what feels like forever, she is finally given some relief.

Robin’s tongue flattens and licks a stripe from Nancy’s entrance to her clit, eliciting a loud moan of not only pleasure, but also relief from her girlfriend. Robin hums at the taste of Nancy’s arousal and only pulls her mouth away to say, “You taste so good, angel. So sweet. I could eat you all night.” She takes a few kitten licks at her clit, then hums and lifts her head again. This time, for just a moment, and she says, “And I just might”, then finds the perfect pace to lick Nancy’s clit. She’s already so worked up, so it doesn’t take her very long to feel her orgasm building inside her. As Robin speeds up her licks, Nancy moans out “Fuck Robin! Oh my god! Feels so- Feels so good! You’re doing abso- fuck- absolutely amazing! So good, Robin! You’re doing soooo good!” All the praise makes her tongue work even faster. Not too long after, Nancy’s legs begin shaking and she moans out, “I’m cl- I’m close, Rob- Robin! I’m close! Can I- Can I c- cum, please? Please, Robin! Please! Please, let- Please, let me cum! I’ve been- I’ve been so good! Please! Need to- Need to cum! Please Robin!” Robin lifts her head briefly and says, “Cum for me, angel. Be a good girl and cum for me.” She lowers her head back down and her tongue moves even faster than it was before. Nancy screams out moan after moan of Robin’s name until she’s finally interrupted by her orgasm. Robin gradually slows down her licks until Nancy’s orgasm is completely ridden out. She gives her only a couple seconds to catch her breath, then she shoves two of her fingers inside Nancy’s neglected entrance. Nancy lets out a loud moan, saying, “Oh fuck, Robin! Fuck!” and Robin says, “Mhmmm, you’re such a good girl, baby. You’re taking my fingers so well. Such a good girl for me Nance.” The praise, along with Robin’s fingers working perfectly inside her, makes Nancy throw her head back in pleasure and scream out a moan. Robin grins, knowing she’s doing a good job, then starts doing kitten licks on Nancy’s clit again. A high pitched strangled noise leaves her girlfriend’s mouth and her walls start to clench around her fingers. Nancy moans out Robin’s name, over and over again, until her second climax hits her hard. Robin leaves her fingers inside of Nancy’s entrance, but moves into a different position.

Robin now has her knees planted on both sides of Nancy and is eye level with her, hovering over her naked body. She waits until Nancy’s breathing has completely steadied, then connects their lips for a heated kiss. While they kiss, Robin unexpectedly curls her fingers and Nancy lets out the most beautiful sounding moan directly into Robin’s mouth. Robin pulls her head up and Nancy chases her lips, then whines when she can’t reach them. Her eyes meet Robin’s and Robin says in a condescending tone, “Aw, you’re still so needy sweetheart, aren’t you? Still desperate for me to make you feel good, hmmm?” Nancy can only reply with a whine, but Robin can’t have that. She says, “Be a good girl and use your words for me, sweetheart.” Nancy whines out, “Yes. Still need- Still need you, Robin. Please.” Robin’s grin returns on her face and she says, “Okay, baby. I want you to be a good girl and look at me while I make you cum, okay?” Nancy replies with a high pitched “Mhmmm” while squirming underneath Robin. Robin continues on and says, “If you break eye contact with me, I’ll stop. Do you understand?” Nancy’s eyes widen and she whimpers out, “Robin, pl- please no! Please!” Her girlfriend’s tone quickly switches to one that’s more assertive and she says, “If you want to cum, you will do what I said.” Nancy whimpers again and replies back, “Yes, Robin. I under- I understand.” Robin smiles, then says, “That’s my good girl” and Nancy whines. Her whine quickly turns into a moan as Robin’s finger curl inside her again, perfectly hitting that special spot inside her. She almost breaks eye contact, but she’s too needy for Robin to stop her movements. The way Robin towers over her body and how her eyes look at her, makes her feel small, so very small. She loves it and it makes the knot in her stomach form faster. Robin starts moving her long fingers in and out of her entrance, almost fully taking them out, then pushing them back in, knuckle deep. Nancy’s moans are loud and her hands quickly make their way to grip the sheets beneath her. It doesn’t take long for her knuckles to turn as white as the sheet she’s gripping onto. Her loud moans turn into screams of pleasure as Robin starts to move her fingers faster. Their eyes are still locked and Robin says, “You look so perfect like this. So perfect as you fall apart underneath me, sweetheart. So beautiful as you take my fingers so well. Such a good girl for me, Nance. So perfect for me.” Robin feels Nancy’s walls clench around her fingers at the praise she’s given her. While her walls are clenching, Nancy lets out a sound, something between a moan and a whine. Her eyes are still fixated on Robin’s and she feels the knot in her stomach start to tighten. She breathlessly starts to stutter out, “I’m- I’m cl- cl-”, but her girlfriend takes some pity on her and interrupts her, sweetly saying, “I know, angel.” Seconds later, Robin then adds a third finger and Nancy screams out, “Oh fuck! Fuck Robin! Fuck!” Robin can’t help the wide grin that appears on her face as her girlfriend screams even louder, loud enough that she thinks her neighbors could hear. It didn’t bother her, not one bit. The whole world could hear for all she cared, that just means more people would know who Nancy belonged to. With all three fingers inside of her, Robin curls her fingers upwards, hitting Nancy’s special spot perfectly. She does this motion repeatedly until Nancy cums, which didn’t take very long. Tears start to form in her girlfriend’s eyes from Robin’s fingers making her feel so good. As she’s about to fall off the edge, Nancy screams, “Yes, Robin! Yes! Oh my god, yes! Yes! Robin! Robin!” With a couple tears beginning to roll down her flushed cheeks, the last scream of Robin’s name was strangled in her throat as she cums all over Robin’s fingers.

Nancy’s breathing is now erratic and she’s overstimulated. Her eyes are still looking into Robin’s and she can’t help but whine when Robin says, “You did such a good job, sweetheart. So perfect.” Then, she asks, “You can give me one more, right angel?” in a sweet tone. All Nancy can do in response is nod. Robin knew that there was no way Nancy was going to be able to talk anymore, she’s honestly surprised she can still comprehend what she’s saying. She gives her a sweet kiss on her lips and when she pulls away, she whispers, “You’re so perfect, Nance.” Nancy’s eyes are still looking into Robin’s and she loves that she can tell by the way Robin looks at her, that she means it. She means it when she says that she’s perfect and in that moment, Robin feels Nancy’s walls tighten around her fingers. This time she doesn’t say anything though. Instead, still using her sweet tone, Robin asks, “Do you wanna suck on my fingers while I eat that pretty pussy of yours, my love?” While she asks the question, Robin repositions herself, so her head is in between Nancy’s thighs, but her eyes never leave Nancy’s face. Nancy weakly nods and Robin says, “Okay, sweetheart. I’m going to take my fingers out nice and slow, alright?” Again, Nancy weakly nods her head and Robin slowly pulls out her fingers. Nancy loudly whimpers as Robin slowly retracts her fingers. Then, once her fingers are entirely out of her, she starts to sob from the emptiness. Her sobs are soon muffled by the three fingers previously inside her entrance, now entering her mouth. Robin sweetly says, “Shhhhh, it’s okay angel. It’s okay” while her free hand runs up and down the top of one of her thighs. A few seconds later, Robin begins to lightly lick Nancy’s clit again. Her girlfriend’s clit is so sensitive from overstimulation and she loves it. The light licks she’s giving, allow her to bask in the way Nancy’s body responds to her tongue. Meanwhile, Nancy’s trying her best to suck on Robin’s fingers, but she just can’t. She’s too overstimulated and she can’t stop herself from sobbing. Her body is trying to move away from pleasure of Robin’s mouth, but Robin takes her forearm and pushes Nancy’s hips into the mattress, not allowing her to move. Her mouth then latches around her clit and she sucks on it, her tongue occasionally swiping over it. Robin removes her fingers from Nancy’s mouth once her girlfriend’s already shaking legs, start to spasm out of control. She quickly wipes her hand on the sheet, then moves her hands so they’re gripping Nancy’s thighs apart and pushing them down into the mattress. Her grip is so hard that it’ll probably leave a bruise. Nancy continues her sobbing from the overstimulation, now completely unmuffled. With a few more licks and sucks at Nancy’s clit, a high pitched scream leaves her mouth as she cums for the fourth time tonight. Robin quickly, but gently, licks up all of Nancy’s cum and wetness. When she finishes, Nancy’s still sobbing, so she quickly scoops her up into her arms and places her onto her lap. Robin holds her there in a tight embrace while she whispers, “Shhhh, it’s okay, I got you. I got you, angel. You did so good. So perfect for me, always so perfect for me, Nance. Such a good girl. It’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” Within about 5 minutes, Nancy’s sobs stop, tears stop rolling down her cheeks, and her breathing patterns return to normal. She moves her head onto Robin’s chest and her ear is placed right against her girlfriend’s beating heart.

Nancy still can’t manage to form words and her brain still feels fuzzy, like cotton candy. Robin doesn’t mind though, she just continues to hold her and eventually starts running her fingers through her thick curls. She occasionally kisses the top of her head, comforting the weak girl who’s slump in her arms. After around 20 minutes of sitting like this, Nancy mumbles, “Thank you.” Robin lets out a little giggle and gently pushes Nancy’s face up to look at her. They’re both smiling and Robin says, “Happy Valentines day, my sweet angel.” Nancy’s voice is soft as she replies, “Happy Valentines day, baby. I love you so much.” Robin’s eyes soften at her voice and she says, “I love you more”, then gives her a sweet kiss on the tip of her nose. She says, “How about we get you all cleaned up, does that sound, okay? I can draw a nice warm bath for you, then we can do whatever you want afterwards.” Nancy’s eyes soften and she asks, almost sounding shy, “Are you- Are you going to join me in the- in the bath?” Robin smiles and says, “If you want me to, sweetheart.” Nancy quickly responds back, “Please” and Robin replies, “Then of course I will, angel.” Nancy smiles back at her and says, “Thank you.” Robin says, “I mean, honestly Nance, only a complete and total dingus would turn down getting into a bath with a naked woman. They’d have to be blind and an idiot to say no to getting into a warm bath with you though.” Nancy giggles and Robin continues, “No, seriously! Blind and a complete idiot. You do know what you look like, right? Like, you’ve looked at yourself in the mirror?” Nancy’s smile widens as she playfully rolls her eyes. Both girls are now giggling, then Robin gives Nancy a kiss before leaving to go draw the bath. She comes back around 5 minutes later, scoops Nancy up in her arms, and carries her to the bathroom where the warm water awaits for her arrival. Robin gently places her inside, then strips off her underwear and climbs in, behind Nancy. Her long legs are spread, long and wide, and Nancy sits in between them, with her back up against Robin’s bare chest. Robin cleans Nancy up and the two of them sit in the bath until it starts to get cold. As they’re drying off, Robin says, “What do you want to do now, my love?” Nancy smiles and says, “Go down to the fort and cuddle while watching movies please.” Robin nods, acknowledging she heard her. She bends down slightly to plant a sweet kiss on Nancy’s lips, then she says, “Think you can make it down the stairs?” Her signature devilish grin appears on her face, followed by a few giggles. Nancy laughs, she wishes she could be mad, but she was just about to ask if Robin would carry her down. After they’re both dried off, Robin lets Nancy borrow one of her t-shirts and finds a pair of underwear that Nancy keeps at her house, for times just like this. Robin throws on a tank top and a pair of boxers, then carries Nancy down the stairs. They get into the fort and cuddle together while watching where they left off in, ‘The Breakfast Club’. Both girls think to themselves, “Maybe Valentines day isn’t such a stupid holiday after all.”

I hope you liked it!!🥺💖

I’m going to try to get back into writing since my mental health is getting better!! Hopefully posting once a week, but we’ll see🤷🏻‍♀️

Thank you for reading!!🥺💖

I’m going to try and continue writing more, now that my mental health is slightly better😊

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The Girl Next Door (Hazel Callahan, Bottoms)

You hadn't been close with your neighbor Hazel for a few years. But you find her beat up in the locker room after fight club and all of changes.

Chapter 1: You reunite with Hazel and clean her up after fight club.

Chapter 2: Car rides with Hazel have you falling for her harder than ever.

Chapter 3: You attend your first fight club meeting, and it causes things to go awry with Hazel.

Chapter 4: After getting cleaned up by Hazel and clearing the air, things are beginning to feel the way that they used to. Aside from the romantic tension, of course.

Chapter 5: Now that you are an official member of the fight club Hazel is ready to teach you everything she knows.

Chapter 6: Isabel and Brittany question you about Hazel. Your best friends can’t help but try and push you and Hazel together, and it seems to be getting to your head. It almost seems like Hazel is treating you like more than a friend?

Chapter 7: You have some intimate moments with Hazel when you do her makeup, and even go on your first date.

Chapter 8: After resolving some miscommunication, things heat up with Hazel. Also between Jeff and Mrs. Callahan, and of course the bomb that gets planted under Jeff’s car.

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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I feel like if Robin from Stranger Things and Hazel from Bottoms met they would be like best friends