#robin buckley x bi reader

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Imagine you're dating both Steve and Robin (they're still platonic), and you show up to Family Video every day to affectionately annoy them. Sarah is there because I just love her outfit from the Labryinth. ❤️‍🔥

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Girlfriend - Robin Buckley X Female (Bi) Reader

Title: Girlfriend

Robin Buckley X Female (Bi) Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother, Reader's father, Robin's parents (Mentioned), Steve, and Mrs. Windlebergs (OC) (Mentioned)

Partially inspired by: Your Heart Is An Empty Room by Death Cab for Cutie and Imagine by Ben Platt

WC: 6,873 (long boi)

Warnings: Fake threats, Reader's bisexual, 80's homophobia fear, Reader's a bit shy, cuteness overload, cursing, relationship angst, mentions of killing, mentions of the mall, Upside Down monsters, crying, a lot of emotions, and big fluff

It was a bright, yet slow day at Family Video and Steve sighed as he stared at the clock at the wall, just wishing that time would fly by. The bell above the door jingled, grabbing his attention as he looked over. He watched as you walked in; a slight pep in your step. Sighing, Steve turned to the office in the back of the store, cupping the side of his mouth to be louder.

"Robin! You're girlfriend's here!" He called back, before placing his hands on the counter before him, giving you a lazy smile.

"Hey, Y/N. How's your afternoon going?" He asked and you simply smiled back, clasping your hands together behind your back as you rocked back and forth on the balls of your feet.

"Oh, you know... It's going. Boring day?" You asked and Steve nodded as you heard the office door open.

"Yeah, boring as hell. Please tell me you're renting something today." He practically begged and you just nodded your head.

"Yeah, I am, don't worry."

"Yeah, Harrington. Don't worry your pretty head about it." Robin quickly announced herself as she walked over to you, quickly making her way to your side and giving Steve a teasing smirk.

Steve only smirked back, pointing an accusing finger at her, "Ha! You called me pretty." 

Robin only crossed her arms, rolling her eyes, "Yeah, pretty annoying." She replied, making you laugh lightly, covering your mouth with your hand as Steve turned to you with a look of betrayal. 

“Y/N, I thought you’d at least be on my side here. Buckley’s being mean.” Steve pouted, looking like a wounded puppy.

You could only try and simmer your laughter as you shrugged, "I'm sorry, Steve, but I can't not laugh at her joke... She's funny."

Robin uncrossed her arms and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes, "Damn right I am. I'm hilarious." Looking very serious as you shook your head.

Your laughs quieted and you looked up at her with a small smile, "You think so?"

She gave you a nod, "Definitely. I mean, how can anyone not laugh when they hear something like that coming from my mouth?"

Steve only groaned, glaring at the two of you, but mostly at Robin. "I take it you'll be taking your break?" He asked and Robin nodded, not bothering to look up at him as she led you to the back office. Steve sighed, sitting back down in his crappy chair, and staring at the clock on the wall. He really wanted to go home.

Robin opened the door for you, turning on the small light as you lifted yourself up and sat down on the table in the middle of the room. You then watched as Robin walked to her locker, opened it, and grabbed a small brown paper bag. She then shut the locker with her hip, giving you a smile as she waved her paper bag in the air, walking over to you. 

"Guess what I got for lunch?" She asked, taking a seat on the tabletop next to you.

You tilted your head slightly, a curious look on your face, "What?"

"Sandwiches." She said with a shrug and you couldn't help but chuckle, shaking your head in disbelief as you took the bag. Same thing as yesterday. "So, how was your day?" She asked, pulling out the sandwiches inside.

You shrugged, taking the saran-wrapped sandwich from her, "Same as yesterday, I suppose. Helped Mrs. Windlebergs put the returned books away, and finished my shift by helping a kid with the computer. Boring really." You mumbled, taking a bite of the sandwich. Cheese and salami, you noted.

Robin smiled fondly down at her sandwich, picking at the crust with her fingers, painted nails chipped. "Better than here. You get to be in a room full of books. You love that stuff. I’m jealous of you. I’d probably just read the books instead of putting them away." She said and you hummed, chewing before swallowing.

"Yes, you would do that," You agreed, looking up into her bright blue eyes. "I could pick you up a book after work tomorrow?" You offered only for Robin to shake her head, her foot nudging yours lightly.

"No, you don't have to do that, babe. But I appreciate the thought. I’m still trying to finish The Hobbit." She replied softly before finishing off her sandwich. "Always so book smart." She muttered thoughtfully, stuffing the saran wrap garbage into the paper bag before turning to you as you finished yours. "Another thing I find irresistible about you." She sighed, making you look up at her with wide eyes as you paused your chewing, and swallowed, looking down at your lap as your cheeks flushed. 

You had been dating Robin for almost two years and you still were not used to her flirting. Or her compliments. 

Babe, you look amazing. Why is my girlfriend so pretty?

You've got that little wrinkle between your brows when you're thinking hard or trying to decide what to eat. It is so cute.

Did you know every time I look at you the world stops? Crazy, right?

You never really knew what to say to her when she complimented you or anything. You'd just smile, thank her, or look away with very warm cheeks. 

Rolling the crumby saran wrap into a ball, you tossed it into the open paper bag, Robin suddenly raised her hands in the air, "And she scores!" She cheered, making you laugh lightly before Robin nudged your foot with hers again. Her red beat-up Converse knocked into your black Doc Martens again, bringing your gaze from your shoes up to her. She said nothing, looking at you with a small frown. 

"Are you alright?" She asked softly, her hand beside yours sliding closer her pinkie looping with yours, "You're pretty quiet today." She added, leaning in close to your face.

Your heart jumped slightly before you nodded, looking away. "I'm good. Just tired."

You both went silent for a moment, your hand gliding over hers; your thumb gently rubbing circles on Robin's soft skin; trying to convince her that you were, sort of, alright.

"Okay." She finally said, flipping her hand over for her fingers to intertwine with yours, "We can talk more later, okay?"

"Alright. Thank you." You whispered, closing your eyes as you felt her lean in, pressing her lips against yours softly, her touch lingering as she pulled away. You leaned forward, resting your forehead against hers, letting your eyes flutter shut as your lips brushed against her cheekbones. No matter how many times you kissed Robin, or she kissed you, you never got used to the feeling you'd get. As if there was electricity zapping through your veins, or as if little orange, white, and pink butterflies were stuck in your stomach; wanting to escape.

"You gotta get back... Don't you?" You asked softly, and Robin shook her head, her forehead rubbing against yours as she did so.

"Nah, Steve's fine without me. Give me five minutes with my amazing girlfriend." She muttered, and even with your eyes closed, you knew there was a small smirk on her face. 

~~~

Leaning against the hood of your car, you crossed your arms as the cold winter breeze blew past you. You wished you had worn your coat, your Y/F/C sweater the only thing covering your arms from the harsh wind. At least your legs were semi-warm as you were smart enough to wear leggings under your sweats. As you heard footsteps approaching you, you stood up straight, looking over to see Steve leave the Family Video, giving you a smile when he noticed you. 

"She's just grabbing her coat." He answered your silent question, only for Robin to push open the glass door a second later, looking at you, at Steve, and back.

"Awe, has my poor baby been standing in the cold, freezing her cute butt off and Harrington won't even let her borrow his jacket?" She cooed to you, giving you a small pout, quickly making her way to you, wrapping her arms around you as Steve gaped at her.

"Hey, if you must know, I was going to offer, but then you came out." Steve argued back jokingly, before walking to his car.

"Have a nice night, Y/N." He said as he passed you, "Don't let Robs ruin it." He muttered teasingly as Robin abruptly turned her head, her hair tickling your cheeks as she did so; her eyes glaring sharply at Steve's retreating figure.

She was about to yell something back at him, but you wrapped your arms around her waist, nuzzling your face into her chest, breathing in her scent of lemon and bergamot. Quickly relaxing you. Robin held you tighter as another sharp breeze went by, leaning down to rub her nose into your hair. You had gotten a new shampoo, she realized, before she closed her eyes.

"Can we go to your house?" You asked, voice slightly muffled, but you knew Robin heard you as she slowly unwrapped her arms from around your waist, sliding them up your biceps, rubbing them gently; warming you up.

She didn't speak for a while as she just looked at you, making your heart skip a beat, "Of course, sweetheart. You gonna stay over again tonight?" She then asked, taking one of your hands in hers, her finger tracing over your palm as she looked at you, waiting for you to answer.

"Yeah, I think so. If you want me to." You said with a shrug and watched as Robin rolled her eyes jokingly.

"Y/N, babe. If I could, you'd stay over every night." She teased, but you knew she was telling the truth, you felt the same. You never wanted to leave her side. She was your rock, your anchor. The only person who made you feel alive. Who gave you hope when things seemed hopeless.

Her blue eyes stared into yours as she brought your hand to her mouth, kissing your knuckles tenderly. Your breath hitched slightly as your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat. You loved her so much. "Come on, you're freezing. Let's get you home. We have The Secret of NIMH to watch." She said, opening the driver's side door. You climbed into the seat, smiling as Robin closed the door for you and went to the passenger side, and got in. You started the engine, glancing at her once more before backing out of the parking space and driving off towards her house.

~~~

The drive to Robin's place wasn't long, only ten minutes, maybe fifteen tops, but it was an enjoyable ride nonetheless. You parked your car outside Robin's house, stepping out onto the pavement, Robin quickly making her way around the front of the car to take your hand in hers before walking up to the door. Fishing out her keys, she unlocked the door and let you inside first, shutting the door behind her as you took off your boots. Robin simply toed off her Converse before leaning against the wall, watching as you sat your shoes neatly by the door. She noticed that you did that every time you took your shoes off, a little quirk of yours. One of many she found incredibly adorable.

"Wanna watch on the big tv in the living room or the small tv in my room?" She asked, pushing off the wall. You bit your lip, glancing at the living room. Robin gently took your hand in hers, bringing your attention back to her, "Don't worry, parents won't be home until way later. But we can watch the movie wherever you are most comfortable." She quickly added and you nodded, making Robin smile.

Taking your hands in hers, she led you back toward the living room where you sat down on the plush cotton couch as Robin went to the kitchen for the snacks and drinks. You pulled your mismatched socked feet up onto the couch, wrapping your arms around your legs as you nestled your chin on your knees, letting out a big sigh.

Robin was everything to you, and you wanted nothing more than to introduce her to your parents as your girlfriend. But you were scared, scared that they wouldn't understand. They were kind, and always supportive of you no matter what. They even let you get a tattoo when you were seventeen. And yet… You couldn't help but wonder what they'd say if they found out you were bisexual. Would they be angry? Disappointed? Disgusted? All these thoughts kept running through your mind. 

Robin suddenly walked back into the room, plopping down beside you, and handed you a bowl of popcorn. In her other hand was your favorite blanket of hers, it was made out of fleece, decorated with stripes of black and white. She spread the blanket across both of your laps, before placing her legs over yours as she cuddled closer to your side. Resting the bowl on her legs, you watched as Robin grabbed the tv remote and started the movie.

You really wanted to pay attention to the movie, since it was one of your favorites, but your mind was still racing. Robin seemed to have noticed this, and after a few moments of silence, she reached out to grab your hand gently on her knee, squeezing it reassuringly. "Hey," She whispered softly, as she began playing with a loose strand of your hair as you gazed down at your lap. "Is everything alright?" Your breath caught in your throat, and you blinked back tears. There was a lump forming in your throat as you swallowed thickly.

You finally got the courage to turn and look at her, nodding hesitantly before wiping your eyes, trying to hide your emotions as best as you could as Robin smiled lightly, bringing your hand to her lips as she pressed gentle kisses along the top of your palm before resting your hand in her lap. She waited patiently, her blue eyes scanning your features as she occasionally wiped away your tears as they fell down your cheeks.

You took in a deep breath, closing your eyes briefly before speaking, "I'm scared, Robby." You began, voice soft and full of emotion. And Robin knew that whatever you were feeling was important, obviously, but you hardly ever called her Robby. It worried her. Last time you called her Robby was back at the mall. When she was all looped out and unable to stand without getting dizzy. It was a hard memory to remember, but Robin could picture the terrified expression that you had on your face; tears on your cheeks, your eyes wide in fear. She never wanted to see you like that.

"Why, baby?" She asked you softly, rubbing the pad of her thumb against your cheek, her other hand still clutching yours.

"I am scared that my parents won't like you. I'm scared that if I tell them I'm bi they'll hate me and you. Or worse, they'll force me to break up with you. I don't want either of us to lose each other." You admitted a bit rushed, voice cracking as you finished speaking.

Robin frowned slightly, brushing your hair back from your forehead as she leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to the middle of your furrowed brows. "Baby, you won't lose me. Never. I love you too much to lose you. Even if they don't like me, that won't make me leave you. I know how much you love them and I know how much they love you, too. Just think, they'll be happy that you're happy, right?" She encouraged, rubbing her thumb over your knuckles comfortingly.

You sighed softly, looking up into those beautiful ocean-blue eyes staring back at you, "Yeah, I guess you're right." You mumbled, causing Robin to beam.

"And we've been through worse together, right? You saved me from angry Russians and evil monsters. You're brave. You're strong. And you're my hero. We'll make it through anything.” Robin whispered as she leaned forward, pressing her forehead against yours.

"You say I'm your hero, but you are the one that saved me. If I ever lost you..." Your words faltered as you nuzzled your nose with hers gently.

Robin hummed, "You won't lose me. I believe in you, that you can do this," She quickly answered, her hands slowly wrapping around your waist. "Now watch the movie before I start tickling." She faux threatened, teasingly wiggling her fingers softly against your sweater, making you giggle.

Smiling softly, watching as Robin started the movie, the sound of the familiar sound of the movie started to fill the air again. Robin scooted closer to you, her legs overlapping yours again as she rested her head on your shoulder, fiddling with your hand in hers. You stayed there, with your best friend, your soulmate, watching TV in complete silence, just enjoying each other's company, and loving each other's warmth. You closed your eyes, relaxing into her hold, letting yourself fall into a deep sleep, wrapped up in her arms.

~~~

Only a couple of weeks later, you waited outside the Family Video for Robin, wearing her denim jacket with the cute patches. You stole it from her when you dropped her off at FV after she got out of school earlier in the day. Well, technically, Robin gave it to you since you always forget yours. You loved her jacket... It smelled just like her. You loved everything she wore. Even the Scoops uniform but you never told her that. You even had one of her shirts, an old gym shirt from freshman year. 

Letting out a breath, you watched as your breath vapor swirled into the air, the cloudy, dull air. You stuffed your hands further into Robin's jacket pockets, pulling the denim tighter around yourself. A slight breeze blew past you causing your hair to dance across your face. You were right about to just sit in your warm car until she came out, watching as Robin rushed out of the store.

She dashed over and right into your arms, making you stumble back slightly into the passenger side door. Robin pulled back, holding you by your shoulders as she gave you a once-over. "Look at you, in my clothes," She teased with a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows at you as you tried to contain your smile, rolling your eyes.

"You were the one that gave it to me to wear, Robby-Bobby." You reminded her. 

Robin slid her hands down your arms, stopping where they stayed on your waist. “We should get matching outfits. We’d be so cute.” She thought out loud only for you to tilt your head to the side slightly.

“Or maybe we stick to stealing each other’s stuff. I’m worried if we get any cuter we’d blind someone. Almost blinded Steve.” You joked and Robin just let out a laugh, shaking her head before slipping into the passenger seat, you then hopped into the driver's seat.

"Whatever you say. And please remember your jacket. It's going to snow soon and I don't want to have to take care of a sick girlfriend," She scolded lightly, putting your favorite cassette into the player. You just shrugged, starting the engine before pulling out of the parking lot. 

“So you don’t want me to wear your jacket?” You asked and Robin huffed, putting her feet up on the dash. 

“Babe, if it was possible, my clothes would be the only thing you wear.” You wished you could hide your blushing cheeks.

As you began to drive to Robin's, your eyes widened. You quickly turn to Robin once you stop at a red light, "Robs, I have to go to mine real quick. I forgot my notebook." You spoke and Robin just gave you a confused smile.

"You forgot your notebook? You never do that." She replied with furrowed brows while you just shook your head, turning back to watch the light.

"I know, I know, it just slipped my mind after I grabbed my bag. I'll be back soon though, okay?" Robin just nodded, before she leaned over the middle console.

"Fine," She sighed dramatically, gazing at your side profile as you continued to watch the light, "Kiss?" She asked softly, pouting her lips slightly, you glanced at her and at the light once more before you turned to her and quickly pecked her on the lips. As you pulled away, Robin smiled and placed her hand on yours, intertwining your fingers together on the middle console. As the light turned green, you began driving down the road, taking a few turns before you pulled up into your driveway. 

Turning off the engine, you let out a sigh, leaning back against the seat. Robin squeezed your hand lightly, drawing your attention to her as she gave you a reassuring smile. "I'll be here when you get back. I'll be jamming out to Cyndi Lauper." She spoke and you nodded, returning her smile before you took your hand back, albeit reluctantly, and grabbed the door handle. Hearing a knock on the window, you looked up, jolting back slightly as you placed your hand on your chest. Your mother gave you a small smile, gesturing for you to open the window. 

Cranking the window down, you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked up at her, "Geez, mom, you scared the heebie jeebies out of me."

She just gave you a shrug, leaning down to pass you your notebook, "I saw you left this at home. Thought I'd save you the trip of going inside." Your mother then turned her attention to Robin beside you, giving her a warm smile. "And you must be my daughter's friend. Robin, right?" She asked and Robin gave her a small smile with a nod. Your mother's smile widened as she gushed, "Oh, she talks so much about you. Thank you for putting up with her. I know how troublesome she gets." Your mother then teased you, making you duck your head in embarrassment.

"There’s no need to worry, Mrs. L/N. Never take my eyes off of her." She joked which made your cheeks blush furiously while your mom laughed heartily, clapping her hands together happily.

"Well, you two have fun! Don't stay up too late. Oh! And I'll bring some muffins over tomorrow morning!" Your mom added, “You’re mom likes my chocolate ones best, right?” She asked Robin who nodded again.

“Yes, ma’am.” She saluted, making your mother smile widely.

“Alright, you get going. I have to get back to my Scrabble. I’m beating your father.” She finished cheerfully, waving you both goodbye as she headed back into the house and you rolled the window back up.

It was quiet between the two of you for a while, you staring down at your lap, fiddling with the edges of your notebook as Robin stared ahead. Robin licked her lips, swallowing as she spoke, "I'm your friend?" She asked quietly and you quickly turned to her to answer.

"You are my best friend, but you are more than that, Robin." You were quick to hold her hand, her hair blocking the side of her face from your sight. "I just haven't gotten there yet. But, they will know, soon, honey." Robin just nodded her head, biting her lip as her eyes began to tear up. Slowly looking up, your small smile fell immediately when you saw her frown and teary eyes. "Hon..." Your words died as Robin's tears finally fell down her cheeks. 

She reached up with her other hand to quickly wipe them away, sniffling as she let out a sad sigh. "I'm just upset." She answered simply.

"With me?" You asked, guiltily, only for Robin to shake her head.

"No, I am just being selfish. I'm- I'm upset with myself. I want you to come out to your family, but it's unfair to ask that of you if I couldn't even do that myself. I feel frustrated with myself... Disappointed in myself. I know I say I don't mind what they think about us, but it’s not like you have to tell them. I’m not the boss of you. I'm sorry." Her voice trailed off as she bit her lip nervously.

A long pause filled the air, as you stared at your girlfriend with wide eyes, "Robin," You began, reaching out and grabbing her hand again, pulling yourself closer. Your own eyes threatened to tear up as you before she spoke,

"We should get going," She muttered, breaking the silence. "I think I should just go home today. We can study another day." She finished, looking up at you with her eyes still glassy and wet.

Your entire being filled with dread as she let go of your hand and stared down at her lap. "Are you sure?" You asked, hoping to god that she wasn't breaking up with you.

Robin nodded as she picked at her nail polish, "Yeah, just don't think I'll be able to pay attention and get any homework done tonight, is all." She mumbled and you nodded, twisting the key and starting the engine.

The two of you said nothing as the radio played soft music. You didn't know what to say to make things better. You had no clue where you could start, or how to help her feel better. You parked in her driveway and she unbuckled her seatbelt. You were quick to get out of the car and rush to her side, opening the door for her as she stepped out. She was already halfway to the front door when you shut the door. You could see her shoulders trembling as you made your way to her side. she turned to look up at you, her blue eyes shining with tears. Her bottom lip trembled as she then looked down at her feet. 

"I'll pick you up tomorrow?" You asked, more like a question as Robin grabbed her keys from her pocket. 

"Alright," She answered softly, as she unlocked the door.

You watched as she went to grab the door handle but you stopped her, "Robin," She looked up at you, eyes still glossy as you bit your lip and quickly looked around the small neighborhood. Finding no one, you were quick to lean in and kiss her on the cheek. "Goodnight, Ro," You whispered, pulling away and giving her one last smile before heading towards your house. You didn't miss the small smile that crossed her face as you made your way back to your car.

~~~

"I don't know, Robs, I think you're fine," Steve said on the other line, Robin holding her phone to her ear as she lay on her bed. "You said she kissed you goodnight, so I doubt she'd break up with you."

Robin sighed as she rubbed her face with her other hand, "I don't even know why I'm talking to you. You're terrible with women and advice." She mumbled making Steve scoff.

"She is not going to break up with you, Robin. Plain and simple. It was just one fight- actually I don't even think this counts as a fight." Steve pondered to himself more than to Robin.

Robin gave a hum of an acknowledgment as she sat up in her bed and brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and burying her face in her legs. 

“You know she is obsessed with you, right. I think she still sleeps with that shirt you gave her.” Steve revealed, making her body freeze as a small smile grew on her face. Her free hand moved beside her where she kept one of your shirts as a pillowcase.

"You're probably right, Steve. But I still feel guilty." She answered, her smile turning back into a frown.

"It's alright to feel that way, Buckley. What matters is that you love her and she loves you. Tomorrow, talk about it some more. Communication is key in every relationship.” Steve explained and Robin nodded. She was quick to hang up the phone, before digging her head back into her legs, Fleetwood Mac's 'Say You Love Me,' playing through her small speaker.

~~~

Robin shrugged on her coat as she pushed out the door of Family Video. Looking up, she paused, adjusting her fuzzy collar to stare at the empty parking spot. Her heart plummeted from her chest into her stomach. You weren't there. You usually were early, five minutes to be exact, and now it was a quarter after five; the snow falling softly from the sky, piling on the sidewalk, and you weren't there. Steve furrowed his eyebrows from his seat in his car, turning to Robin, he opened his window.

"Want me to give you a ride?" He called to her, and Robin sighed, already feeling the snow melt and wet her shoes to her socks. Maybe you're just late, yeah... 

It's a lot of snow. She might've not been able to get out of the driveway. But... She would've called...

Wordlessly, Robin stepped off the sidewalk, leading to Steve's parked car when your car quickly pulled into the parking lot. She watched, shocked as you parked the car, and quickly got out. Your feet made prints in the snow as you rushed over to Robin. She noticed the determination in your eyes as you stopped in front of her, turning to look at Steve from his seat in his car.

Glaring at the young man, you pointed your finger at him, "I love you but back off my lady, Harrington. She's got her ride." You ordered and Steve chuckled from his seat, shaking his head as you then turned to Robin, looking up at her before looping your finger through the belt loops of her jeans, making her stumble into you. In one swift move, you leaned up and pressed your lips against her gently, yet passionately; sending Robin in a dreamy daze. Robin was quick to pull you close to her, her eyes fluttering shut as she wrapped her arms around your neck. She kissed you back, your sudden confidence surprising her.

You could barely hear Steve groaning from behind the wheel. You broke apart when Steve cleared his throat. The both of you blushed as you pulled away from each other. "PDA to a minimum, please," Steve begged with a small smile before he pulled out of the parking lot.

Robin looked down at you with a smirk, her fears vanquished, "Wow, where did that all come from?" She asked cheekily as she watched your face flush, your eyes widened in embarrassment.

"I just wanted to make sure you knew that I love you." You mumbled shyly, watching as the snow fell upon her; her hair sprinkled with snowflakes. "You look pretty today." You muttered, only for Robin to laugh lightly.

"And I'm not always?" Robin smiled at you, placing your hand on your cheek, stroking your jaw tenderly with her thumb.

"Yeah, but somehow your beauty grows each time I look at you," You added, leaning in and pressing another gentle kiss to her lips.

Robin hummed, "Oh, how the tables have turned. So, miss cheesy pants... Why do I feel like you did something troublesome?" She asked, incredibly captivated by you as her lips softly caressing against yours..

"I didn't do anything." You muttered before pulling away and taking her hand. "Now, come on. I don't want to have to take care of a sick girlfriend." You finished, mimicking her words from just weeks ago, making Robin laugh; her stomach filled with butterflies. 

You opened the door for her and quickly got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking lot. The car ride was quiet, except for the radio as you drove slowly, wary of ice. At a light, Robin grabbed your hand from the steering wheel, taking it in hers as she placed it on her thigh, interlacing your fingers together, her thumb tapping the skin of your hand softly to the beat of the current song. You glanced at her briefly, seeing her stunning smile before returning your focus to the road, your heart racing wildly in your chest.

Robin tapped along to the beat of the song as she listened to you begin to hum along. She always loved when you sang in the car. She thought your singing was beautiful. She loved the days when you and her just rocked out in the car, singing along to the song you both loved as you drove around the town. But, Robin especially loved it when you stayed the night and you both were cuddling in her bed. Her head resting on your chest as you ran your fingers through her hair; singing a soft lullaby. Another remarkable thing she loved about you. 

Looking up from the two of your hands, Robin's fond smile faltered slightly as she watched you pull up into your driveway. Parking the car, Robin noticed the slightly anxious expression on your face, but you were quick to give her a breathtaking smile. "You hungry?" You asked and Robin pursed her lips as she furrowed her eyebrows. 

Looking at your house and back to you, Robin spoke, "Why are we at your house?" She asked, and you simply ignored her question, hopping out of the car and going around to open her side. Robin stepped out and watched as you looked everywhere but her as you quickly grabbed her hand and led her to the front door. The closest to your house that she's ever been. She then watched as you fidgeted in your spot, your left foot digging into the concrete as you shook your free hand at your side. Suddenly, before Robin could speak, you looked up at her. 

"My mom is making her special meatloaf and soup." Was all you could say, your voice stumbling slightly as Robin just stared at you with a very confused expression.

You opened the door, and stepped into the house, pulling Robin in with you. She watched as you shut the front door, taking off your boots and setting them by the door. Robin slowly, beyond confused at this point, slowly toed off her shoes, setting them beside yours. You then turned back to her and let out a breath before speaking in a small whisper. "I also want to apologize for yesterday-"

Robin began to shake her head, "No, that was all me-"

"Robin. I am sorry." You interrupted her, taking her hands in yours as you looked up into her wide blue eyes. "I am sorry that I made you ever think that I would break up with you about this." 

Robin raised her eyebrows, "How- how did you know I was worried about that?" She stumbled over her words, and you bit your lip briefly, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Steve. He called last night." You answered and Robin groaned, glaring at the ground, noticing your mismatched socks. How cute.

"I'm gonna kill him." She muttered and you shook your head. 

"No, Rob, you know he means well. If it helps, I called him a jerk." You finished and Robin sighed, looking up at you, her glare softening completely the moment she looked into your eyes.

"Now, here's the plan." You began, voice still considered a whisper as you leaned in closer to Robin, "We're going to go in there, and I am going to tell them." Robi opened her mouth to protest but you shook your head, "No, hon, I've made my mind up. I am telling them and there is nothing you can do about it. And if they don’t accept us then we’re moving to The Netherlands."

Robin's eyes widened and a small smile grew on her lips, "Your mom was right... You are trouble."

"The best kind." You shrugged, surprising yourself as your eyes widened and you covered your mouth. 

"You're getting all shy now? You had such confidence earlier in the parking lot." Robin laughed, trying to stay quiet as she was beginning to smell something good cooking in the kitchen.

"Shush, let's go before I explode." You answered before you began walking to where Robin presumed was the kitchen. She was quick to follow you, taking note of the framed photos of your parents with you at various stages of life. Getting a bit distracted, Robin paused at a photo of you as a baby, holding some weird plush bear with a missing eye and ear. She wondered if you still had that bear. Or even the pale pink baby blanket at your feet. Looking back at baby you, she noticed your little smile, not even looking at the camera as you wore a yellow onesie. You were such a cute baby.

You, on the other hand, gained your parents' attention, both of them finishing up dinner. "Mom, dad... This is-" You paused, looking over to see Robin was gone. Darn her ADHD. Stalking over, you grabbed Robin's arm and pulled her into the entranceway of the kitchen with you, surprising her slightly as she stumbled into your side. You then looked up at Robin before slipping your hand in hers and turning to your parents once more. "Mom, dad, this is Robin... My girlfriend. I like girls and boys." You said, confidently.

It was eerily silent in the kitchen aside from the boiling of the soup pot on the stove. Your mother just stared at you as your father nodded and went back to chopping the veggies. Your heart plummeted and you felt Robin squeeze your hand gently, scooting closer to you. 

"We know, dear. Well, we knew you liked the girls part, that's for sure." She let out a laugh, your jaw dropping as you stared at her.

"Huh?" You exclaimed, Robin’s expression on her face very similar to yours as she looked at you and your parents.

Your mother hummed, looking off at the cream walls as if she was remembering something. "When you had those barbie dolls, you had a ballerina Barbie, an Olympic champion sort of Barbie, and some Ken doll. And you'd always made the two barbies kiss. Ken was always on the floor, face down, looking dead…"

You blinked, you didn't remember any of that, but you did remember the dolls, specifically when ballerina Barbie's, (you called her Dolly), arm fell off and you screamed bloody murder. "I was like seven. So you knew for twelve years?" You asked, as your mother hummed again and nodded.

"That sounds about right, your father and we have been waiting for when you would bring someone home. Your father won that bet. And you bringing up Robin all the time made us figure that you two were possibly together.”

You gaped at your mother and narrowed your eyes slightly, "When did you figure that one out? And you betted on me?" You asked as your father finally spoke up. 

"I knew you liked her the moment you ranted about your plan on picking her up from school and work every day." He spoke, setting the now dirty in the sink. "I watch all those crime shows, so I knew from day two." He finished and your mother scoffed, softly hitting him with a dish rag.

"I knew it when she was still in school, David. Remember when she came home that one time and showed us her yearbook, I saw the little hearts she drew over Robin's picture." She jested, only for your eyes to widen comically wide as Robin chuckled under her breath.

"You saw that?" You let out, as your mother nodded.

"Yes, dear. Now, Dave, are those carrots done? We have a guest." Your mother then quickly turned to your father, the two getting lost in their own conversation as you looked like a fish out of water.

Robin placed a finger under your chin, pushing it closed. "You'll catch flies, babe." 

You breathed out a laugh, looking away from your parents and turning to Robin with a huge smile. Robin matched your smile, taking her time to move a strand of your hair out of your face. You took a hold of her hand, pressing it into your cheek as you closed your eyes. "I can't believe it." Robin muttered softly, as you opened your eyes, moving her hand over your mouth where you pressed a kiss to her palm.

"I can't believe it either, but then again we did fight interdimensional demons." You joked, as Robin's cheeks reddened, feeling slightly embarrassed. 

"Yeah, yeah. You are soooo funny." She grumbled teasingly, dragging her words along, as you just smirked up at her.

"Damn right I am, I'm hilarious." 

Robin said nothing but smiled, leaning forward to peck your lips lightly. "I love you, you know." She whispered before she leaned back again.

"I love you too, Robin." You replied, smiling admiringly at her. She grinned, her nose scrunching adorably as she gave you another kiss.

~~~

“You drew hearts over my yearbook picture?” 

“I hate you.”

“Liar.”

[bitchybarbarianenthusiast]

12/06/23 - THE INTRO :)

Hi, my name's cherry/katt. Yes, katt is spelled that way.

This is a sub-blog i created in lieu of just having another platform to spew my girly little wisdom on.

At the time of this post i am 18 years old. And my dad is dead. One has no relevance to the other i just like pointing that out so people don't get disappointed when they find out that i'm actually kind of disturbing.

If we're being completely honest here, i'm just a weird girl who happens to be hot.

That being said, I'm in a lot of fandoms. This blog was created as a ted talk of sorts. Everything from what current characters i stan to any random piece of thinking i have while stoned. [This blog is 420 friendly, let's talk about it!]

I will try and post daily but there's no promises that i won't be able to keep.

Alright, that'll be all for this post!

Lukewarm regards,

xoxo - Cherry <3

[superblysubpar]

📻 “It’s your summertime magic, make me feel this way. Got me boo’d up. Girl, oh, you’re my world - baby girl my whole world. You feel like summertime, you took this heart of mine.”

Hawkins, Indiana: 80 degrees and sunny all summer long - perfect for falling in love. With a newly renovated downtown, there’s plenty of opportunities for stolen kisses, loud arguments over miscommunication, and grossly public displays of affection.

You’ll be able to visit Holland’s - the new record store and coffee shop where Robin can tell you why your taste in music is a bit pedestrian but she’ll make you a mean latte while she does. I hear when the sun goes down, her drink making skills get even better.

If you’re looking for something a bit more active, Hawkins now has it’s very own roller rink. There’s this grumpy employee, Eddie, but he’s all bark with no bite - you’ll have fun…for awhile.

And then of course, no hot day is complete without a Summer blockbuster! Steve will make sure the PacMan machine doesn’t eat your coins and your cherry slurpee never reaches lower than halfway down the cup, and on Wednesdays, you can watch him interact with all of the kids for free movies in the park - try not to melt like the popsicles he’s handing out.

*Set during the same summer. While you’re the reader in all of them, these are three separate stories. All will contain smut and therefore 18+ get out of here minors!

Strawberry Lipstick State Of Mind

robin buckley x fem!bi! reader | hidden relationship | the vibes

Love The Way You Look At Me

eddie munson x fem!reader | grumpy x sunshine | the vibes

If You're Wondering If I Want You To, I Want You To

steve harrington x fem!reader | best friends to lovers | the vibes

the key things to note about the stories - the warnings

the soundtrack of summer

the full playlists for each story can be found on their individual masterlists

the vibes

[marie-swriting]

Need More Fanfics ? Part.2

Marvel

Killer (Kate Bishop x reader) by @upat4amwiththemoon

Vigilante Shit | Part two (Kate Bishop x BlackHill!reader) by @upat4amwiththemoon

Clint's Stray (Kate Bishop x reader) by @maximoffsmuse

Never Let Go (Kate Bishop x reader) by @lightupthemoon

Frost Covered Window (Kate Bishop x reader) by @mayfieldss

The Scrapbook of You and I (Kate Bishop x reader) by deactivated account

Unpacking (Carol Danvers x reader) by @yelenasdiary

Care Bear (Carol Danvers x reader) by @captains-simp

Home For Christmas (Bucky Barnes x reader) by @onceuponastory

In Every Lifetime (Bucky Barnes x reader) by @wkemeup

Bi (Bucky Barnes x daughter!reader) by @alyswritings

I've Got You (Bucky Barnes x reader) by @onceuponastory

Lessons In Chemistry (TASM!Peter Parker x reader) by @mayfieldss

Black Velvet (Natasha Romanoff x reader) by @imtryingbuck

Society Says (Steve Rogers x Tall!reader) by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Nice To Be Kneaded (Steve Rogers x reader) [serie masterlist] by @rogersideup

Thirty-Two Years (Sam Wilson x reader) by @thepokyone

Criminal Minds

Starry Night (Emily Prentiss x reader) by @criminalmindswhore

Secret Santa (Emily Prentiss x reader) by @max-the-d0g

I Guess Sometimes We All Get Just What We Wanted (Emily Prentiss x reader) by @bi-bard

Untitled (Emily Prentiss x reader) by @reidsdaisies

My Favorite Medicine Is You (Emily Prentiss x reader) by @ssa-sugar-tits

Leave It At The Door (Emily Prentiss x plus size!reader) by @hannibals-favourite-meal (Minors do not interact as the author wishes!)

Wandering Hands (Emily Prentiss x reader) by @emilys-bangs

Showing The Bird (Spencer Reid x daughter!reader) by @letarasstuff

Sneaking Out (Derek Morgan x daughter!reader) by @rachaelswrites

Top Gun

My Heart Will Go On (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader), Titanic AU by @averagewriter-inthedark (⚠️TW : deaths and light smut, Minors do not interact as the author wishes!)

Driving Home From Christmas (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader) by @callsign-phoenix

Sweetest Devotion (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader) by @sometimesanalice

Don't Mess With The Storm (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader) by @mamsieur

G-Lock Too Far (Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader) by @frost-queen

Let Your Senses Guide You (Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader) by @topguncortez (⚠️TW : panic attack)

Untitled (Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x reader) by @callsign-phoenix

Making You Proud (Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x daughter!reader) by @justabigassnerd

Nice Guys Always Finish Last (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader) [serie masterlist] by deactivated account

Outer Banks

Thunder = Luke (JJ Maybanks x sister!reader) by @alyswritings (⚠️TW : mention of abuse)

Supernatural

Those Christmas Lights (Light Up The Street) (Dean Winchester x child!reader) by @yourmomxx

I'll Always Cath You (Dean Winchester x sister!reader) by @winchesters-favorite-girl

Stranger Things

Fall For You (Chrissy Cunningham x reader) by @tommiruewrites

Say You Want Me Too (Robin Buckley x reader) by @sparklingsin

Come Into The Water (Robin Buckley x reader) by deactivated account

Kissing Lessons (Robin Buckley x reader) by @jellyfishbeansontoast

Favorite Song (Steve Harrington x sister!reader) by @alyswritings

Bridgerton

Angel In The Sky (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) by @inkedobsidian

Enchantment (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) by deactivated account

Joy (Benedict Bridgerton x reader) by @redheadspark

Pinkish Clouds (Anthony Bridgerton x reader) by @d-targaryenshoe

[tawneybel]

Note: Happy belated Pride! Some favorite LGBTQ horror characters. And a reminder I don’t tolerate homophobia, biphobia, transphobia, etc. on my blogs. As a cis woman with PCOS, I sure as hell do not support transmisogyny.

This blog might be primarily reader inserts, but sometimes I just like to discuss miscellaneous characters. Also, reporting hateful posts here and on Twitter is just depressing.

1. Amazon Eve from American Horror Story: Freak Show  

This and Coven are my favorite seasons, but it’s like Puella Magi where I can’t rewatch because Freak Show made me sad. I love Eve’s maternal attitude and zero tolerance for BS. 

2. the Chemist from American Horror Story: Red Tide 

I like psychedelic drug-themed horror (see Mandy and Brain Damage), but I haven’t watched much evil pharmacology so the first half of Double Feature was interesting.

3-4. Miss Spink and Miss Forcible from Coraline 

The fact they’re an item completely flew over tiny Tawney’s head when she read the book. My family watches British mysteries, so I grew up with quirky old ladies and love seeing them in horror/fantasy. 

5. Matthew Brown from Hannibal

Yeah, there’s Will and Hannibal’s dynamic, but what about the orderly’s crush on the former? 

6. Dani Moonstar from The New Mutants 

The movie did have its flaws. Dani and Rahne’s relationship wasn’t one of them. I recently started reading X-Men comics and it’s a shame they aren’t a couple on-page. 

7. Herbert West from Re-Animator

Another mad scientist! This time, one with a huge crush on his roomie! The only person he’s nice to! 

8. Robin Buckley from Stranger Things

I like that she and Steve remained friends. Even if her first stated crush was on a schoolmate who sings like a Muppet in labor. 

9. Danny Mahealani from Teen Wolf

There’s actually a fair amount of gay/bisexual guys on the show. Stiles is implied to be bi, Jackson comes out in season six, Ethan is there, Brett dances with girls and boys, Corey/Mason is my (canon M/M) OTP… Danny was there from the beginning, though. 

10. Raúl Cocolotl from Wendell & Wild

Good punk representation for a kids’ (PG-13) movie. He and Kat are both punks, yet their attitudes are different.

[bettyfrommars]

So Gone // Robin Buckley x bi!fem!Reader

from the I'm on Fire au

18+Only, no minors pls, smut (but also very fluffy), wlw, fingering, scissoring, oral, new love, mention of typical 90's homophobia. Word count: 1.3k

I've done several side one shots for biker!Steve, and this one for Robin has been brewing for a while. Robin is around 30, and so is Reader. Parts of who she is in the series are mentioned but this can easily be enjoyed as a standalone. It's the late nineties. If you are following the series, Katie could also be an insert for Reader.

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You were about to go home, but Robin told you to stay.  If she’d asked, you might have been able to decline, but she flat out said: “You’re not going anywhere,” and then she brought her hand up and held your cheek, sliding her thumb along your mouth with purpose.  “Please be here when I get back.”

It was time to put Oliver to bed; the five year old boy who was biologically Steve’s, Robin had helped raise him since he was a born. You’d come by to pick up the jacket you left there at the barbeque the other night, and then she’d offered you a beer, and now you were wandering around while she read her son a bedtime story in the other room.  Steve was at the Velvet Hammer working his side job gig as a bouncer, and the house was dark, but for a kitchen light and an episode of Northern Exposure on the Zenith TV.

You should go, that is what your internal voice told you.  What would your parents think? What would your grandmother think? My god, you were almost 30, and you physically shook your arms out trying to rid yourself of the intrusive thoughts. You’d explored your feelings for women before, but always in secret. 

Robin was different—she knew what she wanted, and she was open and confident about her sexuality in a way that made you envious.  In a way that made you want her even more.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, maybe 20 minutes, and you saw her step out into the hall and shut the door to Oliver’s bedroom so softly, adding a hand slice across the throat to let you know that he was out cold.  

You put your empty beer bottle on the coffee table and stuffed your hands in your front pockets as she came over.  You could tell she was happy that you’d stayed; the way she smiled and chewed at her bottom lip at the same time betrayed her calm walk.  

You hitched a breath as she closed in and placed her hands on your hips.  “Is this okay?” She breathed, carefully taking in the shift of your eyes and the movement of your lips to decipher your sighs.

You took your hands out of your pockets and slid them up her forearms.  “It’s more than okay,” you answered, bringing your forehead to rest on hers.  Noses met and slid along each other, and then lips grazed.  They were lips that Robin had been dreaming about for years, ever since she first met you.  There were tongues touching next, just the tips through parted lips, silent begs trembling on each inhale.

Cautious hands found their way along curves until shirts came off to share that aching moment of skin on skin there in the dark corner of the living room.  “Come,” Robin whispered, taking your hand. You clutched your shirt to your chest and you both skittered down the hallway like two teenagers sneaking in after curfew until you were behind her closed bedroom door.  

There was a candle lit in Robin’s bedroom, and blue moonlight through the curtain as she pulled down the cup of your bra to let her mouth find your nipple there.  You whimpered, sending your fingers into her hair and kissing her head, smelling her coconut shampoo as her tongue swirled.  Her other hand was busy at the buttons of your jeans, pulling them apart to seek the warm wet signals you were sending her.  

She lifted her head to kiss your mouth while her fingers found the slick neediness between your legs, and all you could think was…Fuck, you were so gone.  

You snapped the front of her bra open so that you could dip your head and taste her there too, plucking at one nipple while you sucked the other and Robin gasped, “Fuck, I want you so bad,” and the rest of the clothing came off in a frenzy of inside out denim and underwear that got slightly ripped in the jaws of urgency.

Being with her like that, tangled naked limbs on the bed, you’d never felt so safe or seen.  Your fingers found her slick wet present for you, moaning for you as your fingers slipped in.  It was the way she muttered your name that sent you into orbit; the way you knew that her state of arousal was all for you and she wanted this just as bad.  

“I want us to be…real,” Robin breathed. You kissed her throat and stroked lazily around her bundle of nerves, savoring her mounting pleasure.

You found her eyes then, with a swallow.  “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

She moved on top of you, rocking her core against yours as you kissed, both enjoying the friction, tongues meeting before lips, hard nipple dragging against each other.  “I’m going to make you mine forever,” she said with a bit of a laugh, but then she was sinking down to taste your sweet spot.  Eyes watching you bend back as her greedy tongue sank in, teasing up along your slit, curling in for kitten licks at the right spot.  You combed your fingers through her hair and cursed, feeling threatened by the swell of your desire.

“You’re going to make me…cum like that,” you whimpered, lifting your head to watch her, biting your lip.  

“Mhmmm,” Robin responded.  She was sucking in and rolling her tongue deep just as two fingers buried inside of you, twisting and curling, making you choke and squirm.  

“Babybabybaby, just like…just like that,” you coaxed, already on the verge, and your hand made a reflexive fist in her hair.

Between your legs, Robin smiled as she worked you into oblivion: you’d never called her “baby” before, and now her heart was in her throat, her own desire actively dripping down her inner thigh.  Your pelvis tilted up to meet her, to beg for her fingers deeper, and she obliged on a soft, needful groan.  

Without a warning, you reached the crescendo with a whine that was louder than you meant for it to be, a wild bark to announce that you were about to unravel in her mouth.  Her fingers stilled and so did you, head back and throat exposed, “cummingcumming!”

A whip inside of you cracked as a velvet sea took you adrift, and you exploded around her fingers.  Limbs trembling, heel slipping on the bed, fireworks crackling behind your eyes.  She continued as you rode the wave, only stopping when your hips relaxed and your swollen nub became too tender. 

You’d never cum so hard in your entire life.

Then you were pulling at her arms, needing her closer, begging for her lips on yours so that you could taste what she had done to you.  You bent your knee and brought your leg up to meet the wet heat of her longing, and she bucked against you for the friction as you drank your spend from her chin.  

You were holding her neck to kiss her deeper when she pulled away to rest her forehead on yours.  “I don’t want things to change when this is over,” she swallowed.  “I want you to be mine out in the real world, too.”

She lifted her eyes to yours, hopeful and scared, waiting for you to say something like, “I’m not sure how that would work…”

“I want that too,” you told her, sincerely, butterflies bursting from the windowless caves in your heart.  

You could feel her quivering with longing and uncertainty when she kissed you. “But what about your family? I know this isn’t what they’d want for you, and I want you to be happy.  I don’t want to cause any—”

“Baby, shhhh,” you sank two of your fingers inside of her and she moaned into your mouth.  “Honestly? They can all go to hell.”

[hoosurdaddy]

ᴷⁱⁿᵏᵐᵃˢ ᵈᵃʸ 6: ᴹᵒᵐᵐʸ/ᴰᵃᵈᵈʸ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader. Triggers: 18+, smut, closeted!Robin and bi!Reader, Robin's kinda dark but I think it is more so jealousy, Mommy kink.

--

You knew Robin wasn't too happy with you right now. You weren't supposed to go to the party. You weren't supposed to wear that slutty dress that Robin made you promise to wear for her. And you are most definitely should not have been grinding on Jason Carver when he dropped you to Robin's.

Robin had caught you in Jason's car. Her arms were folded, and you could see her muscles bulging out. You knew there was no point in arguing with Robin as she pulled you out of the car and muttered a thanks to Jason as she pulled you into the house.

When the silence settled, and Robin's anger had subdued, she wrapped her hand around your throat. Your eyes widened as tears filled your eyes, trying to stutter out apologies to Robin. Expect when you looked at Robin, she was wearing a shit-eating smirk. Little bitch.

“You think you can be whore without Mommy knowing, hmm?” Robin had moved her hand up from your neck to your jaw, holding you in place. You tried to answer her but since your jaw was being held by Robin, your lips formed a pout, and you could only whimper in reply to her. “How many times does mommy have to tell you? Whatever is between your legs is mine."

Robin's hand moved up your legs, under your dress. You knew you shouldn't have worn that dress but seeing how easily Robin had access you weren't regretting it. Robin began stroking you through your damp underwear. "My baby girl might be whore." Robin spoke. "But your mommy's whore, aren't you?"

If Robin wanted to act like this, then two can play at this game. Just because Robin was fucking you, doesn't mean you can't. You were a fully grown adult; you were free to do whatever you wanted. But you knew the moment Robin ripped off your panties and pushed her fingers into your core, you completely forgot about why you were so angry.

In the next moments, Robin was pulling herself ontop of you. Her fingers never stopping their rough thrusts. The palm of her hand was slapping your clit, teasing you from what you really wanted.

“Please, mommy. More."

A smirk appeared on Robin's face more. You could feel your stomach clenching as Robin fucked you deeper and harder.

“Anything for my baby."

[froggywritesstuff]

character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

Logan Howlette

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Scott Summers

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa 

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega 

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

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[crazyk-imagine]

A Game of Truth or Dare, Anyone?

Pairing: Steve “The Hair” Harrington x Plus!size!reader Characters: Steve “The Hair” Harrington, Plus!size!reader, Robin Buckley, Eddie “Freak” Munson, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Billy Hargrove, Mike Wheeler, Jane “Eleven” Hopper, Will Beyers, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathon Beyers, Lucas Sinclair, Erica Sinclair, Argyle Warnings: The others tease Stevie boy, Robin coming out... with her plan, Billy and Eddie vibes (shush), Billy is a little shit (but tolerable), btw Billy lives, Nancy plus Robin plus Eddie equals Besties, Argyle had a little too much puffing and not enough passing so nap time it is, Billy is a horny bi baby (for a certain metal head *wink*), Eddie is happy to offer his services since... Steve’s taken hehe, Max and Jonathon wrestle Billy because they can, Erica is oddly quiet, I’m lying she’s off hiding from the stupid, Robin is not subtle, Eddie is a weirdo asking way too personal questions, El doesn’t understand the joking kind of traumatization, Billy doesn't watch “chick flicks” because he doesn’t want to think about how lonely he is Word Count: 3,475

Also, thank you @theapangea​ for letting me rattle this idea off to you

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“Robin, come on,” you sigh. 

She turns to you with pursed lips. “What?” 

“We’re not ten anymore. Let’s play something more on our level-” 

“Like Dungeons and Dragons.” 

“No, Eddie.” 

He whines. “Why not?” 

“Because we don’t have the mental maturity of a ten-year-old, dingus,” Robin snaps at him. 

“You have the boobs of a ten-year-old.” 

“Oh my god,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes. 

“Okay, kids. Kids,” Steve starts. 

The two don’t stop. 

“Jesus,” he turns to you. “Could you help me out?” 

Your eyes snap open, staring at him over your fingers. “How can I?” 

“They listen to you.” 

Your hand drops as you stare at him with a bewildered expression. “No, they don’t.” 

He nods his head at a fast pace, “yes, yes, they do. You just don’t think they do.” 

“Fine,” you push yourself off the couch. “Papa Steve.” 

He scrunches his nose. “Please, don’t start that again.” 

You smile in return before turning to face the two “children”. You place your curled index and thumb into your mouth, whistling to get their attention. “Kids, no fighting.” 

You regret making them say anything because their voices start to overlap one another, and you can’t hear what either of them have to say. 

“But he started it by saying-” 

“She’s the one who was making-” 

“Hey.” 

They don’t stop. 

You take a deep breath, “hey!” Your hands land on your hips, further proving your role of being the mom of the group. “You two brats need to stop it. You’re not making our weekly movie slash night fun anymore.” 

They both purse their lips and turn back toward one another. “Sorry.” They turn away from one another, crossing their arms, shoulders barely touching. 

You tilt your head, raising your brows. 

They purse their lips and quickly hug one another. 

You smile and turn back to face a smug Steve. 

You roll your eyes. “Could you two stop fighting for just one goddamn second?! And you two wonder why the actual kids,” you gesture to all the highschoolers plus Erica, “Don’t ever want to come over now. It’s because you two little shits keep fighting and quite frankly, I am done. Who wants nachos?” 

Dustin and Will slowly raise their hands. 

“I am making food, so get your feet,” you grab Steve’s ankle, moving it to the side, dropping it. “Off the coffee table. One of you pick a movie, Eddie calls your best friend and ask her where the hell she is, Max take the phone out of curly Sue’s hand and call your brother so we can get an eta, and Steve.” 

He perks up at the sound of you calling his name. 

“Make sure no one burns the house down.” 

“Thank you,” the kids say as you walk into the kitchen. 

“Hey!” You peek your head around the corner. 

“Yes?” Steve calls out. 

“Does anyone have to be anywhere after this, you know, other than their own home?” 

“No, we can send them home loaded on sugar.” 

“This is why I love you. You get me, Steven.” 

He smiles until he looks back at the group and notices their stares. “What?” 

“Can’t you like, I don’t know, just confess or something because those puppy dog eyes, they’re just- there,” she turns towards the others. “What’s the word I’m looking for?” 

“Pathetic,” Eddie answers her with an affirmative nod. 

“Yeah, that, exactly. It’s pathetic, Steve. You gotta confess tonight or else she’ll be going out with someone real soon.” 

He scoots towards the edge of the cushion. “She’s going on a date?!” 

“No, dingus. I’m pointing out the obvious. She could go out on a date because she is very much, in fact, single.” 

Dustin snatches the VHS tape out of Max’s hands. “Can we watch Halloween?” 

“No,” you answer him. 

“Come on, it’s not even that scary.” 

“I said no, Dustin.” 

He mimics your answer. “Why do you like her again, Steve?” 

“Shut up.” 

The curly haired boy gasps like you’ve hurt him. 

“Dustin, don’t you dare,” Steve tells him with a raised brow. 

“But-” 

“No.” 

The boy grumbles under his breath. “Look for something funny.”

“There’s nothing good in here.” 

You sigh, setting the nachos down before running back into the kitchen to grab the slushies’. “Fine, does anyone still want to play a game or watch a movie?” 

“What game?” Nancy asks, shutting the door behind Jonathon and Billy. 

“No chick flicks,” Billy adds. 

You open your mouth to tell Nancy you don’t know yet when Robin shouts, “truth or dare!” 

“Jesus, Buckley. Couldn’t you have chosen a more childish game?” Billy grumbles. 

“Yeah,” she glances over at the metal head. “I could have chosen to Dungeons and Dragons.” 

“Thank god you didn’t.” 

“Hey!” Eddie stands up, pointing at the two. “D and D is for all ages, chain smoker.” 

“Sure, it is, Munson.” 

“Bite me, Hargrove.” 

The corner of Billy’s lips tugs upwards, “when and where, babe.” 

The lighter haired man steps closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, pecking your cheek. “Hey, babe.” 

“Get off me, you fool.” You shrug him off you. “You are supposed to be a likable person but right now I want to kick your ass.” 

“And that’s saying something.” 

You give her a look, “Robin.” 

She sits back, tucking one leg under her. “Sorry.” 

“You three find somewhere to sit, I have more things to get from the kitchen.” 

“No,” Steve disagrees. “You stay here I’ll get it... you just need to tell me where to go.” 

You smile at his sweet behavior. “No, Steve. You sit down. I got it.” You walk by him, grabbing his shoulder before whispering in his ear. “Make sure they don’t kill each other and don’t spill anything on my carpet.” 

An airy chuckle slips past his lips. “I will.” 

“Thank you, dear.” You head back into the kitchen. “Everybody sit down and grab a drink.” 

The tall blond reaches into his jacket. 

“Don’t you even think about spiking your drink, you brat.” 

Billy stops and pulls his hand out, pushing Mike and Eleven off the couch, sprawling on the couch beside the kid’s dungeon master. “What are we doing tonight?” 

“We can watch a movie,” Dustin offers. 

“There’s nothing good to watch here and it’s too late for anyone to run over to the video store,” Billy grumbles. 

You set a few more things down on the coffee table. “Why are you such a little brat today?” 

“I’m not a brat.” 

“That attitude says otherwise.” 

“That’s just me,” he smirks. 

“Truth or dare!” 

“Robin,” you sigh. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “It’ll be fun.” 

“And for some reason I don’t believe you.” 

-

Steve pushes himself off the couch, pulling you away from the others. “Maybe it’ll be good to do something different.” 

“It would but I feel like she has a motive behind her urge to play.” 

“That’s just how Rob is.” 

“Okay, well when Rob tortures you with a question or a dare, don’t come to me.” 

“I won’t.” 

The corner of your lips tugs upward. “Now I don’t believe you,” you poke his chest. 

“Believe me, don’t believe me. It doesn’t matter at this point because we’re gonna do what the kids want to do.” 

“And you wonder why they call you papa Steve.” 

Now, it’s his turn to smirk. “And you wonder why they call you Mom.” 

You roll your eyes. “Whatever.” 

-

You abruptly stop causing Steve to bump into you. 

“What happ-” He sighs, placing his hands on his hips. “Of course.” 

“Why do Max and Jonathan have Billy in a chokehold?” 

Nancy and Eddie shrug, sharing a plate of nachos. 

You forget, it’s a dead end to ask those two questions whenever they’re together. Sometimes you regret introducing them. 

It was a dead end to ask Argyle, he’s been napping in a corner since he got here. 

"If we play the damn game, will you two stop fighting him?” 

The two share a look. “Yep.” 

“Great, everyone go find a place to sit and we’ll get started.” 

Conveniently there’s a space near you on the couch which, of course, is going to be occupied by the other parental figure of the group. 

“Dustin don’t try and drink it all so fast. You’ll get a brain freeze.” 

The boy’s shoulders sag, knowing that you’re right. 

“Okay, who’s going to choose?” Robin asks, rubbing her hands against her thighs, an obvious sign she’s up to something. 

You narrow your eyes at her, to which she ignores. 

Max and Eddie catch the whole thing and immediately spring into action. 

“Why don’t we start by playing a game of truth or dare and then a movie?” Max interrupts your thoughts before you could piece together their plan. 

“I’m with red. I know you’ve got some juicy secrets, Henderson.” 

The boy stares at his dungeon master with his jaw on the floor. “What?” He screeches. “Me, what about you?” 

The metal head scoffs, “like I haven’t shared anything with you guys.” 

“I don’t believe you.” 

“Fine, I’ll go first.” 

“Please don’t,” you mumble. 

“Truth or dare, Henderson?” 

“Oh shit, you were serious?” 

Eddie nods. 

“Fine… don’t call me a baby. Truth?” 

“Is it true… that you and Suzie Q, are still…” 

“I swear to God Eddie. If you ask if they’re virgins, I’m going to hurt you.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t you give me that look, Munson.” 

“Boo. I wasn’t… virgins?” The metal head pushes himself off the couch, running away so he can hide. 

“No, you don’t,” he says as his arms go around your waist. 

“Steve,” you whine. “Let go.” 

“No.” 

“But-” 

“No.” 

You huff, “fine. I’m calm.” 

“You can come out now, Eddie.” 

“Always the hero, huh, Harrington.” 

“You want me to let her go so she can unleash herself onto you.” 

He shakes his head. “Thanks, Harrington.” 

“There we go and you’re welcome.” 

“I don’t like either of you right now.” 

Steve smirks, staring down at you. “If that’s the case then why are you snuggled into my side?” 

“You’re comfy and warm. I on the other hand am going to be frozen before the night is over.” You grab and blanket and throw it over the two of you. “It’s Dustin’s turn.” 

“What?” 

“A player asked another player an inappropriate question and I made an executive decision.” 

Eddie grumbles, crossing his arms. 

Nancy raises their half-eaten plate of nachos, it works because as his munching, he seems to be brightening up. 

The boy takes his time looking around the room for his “victim”. “Let’s see… I choose,” he taps his chin with his index finger, building the tension between everyone. 

“Hurry up. Other people have places to be,” Billy chimes. 

“Oh yeah? You got a hot date, Hargrove?” 

He tilts his head, lips tugging upwards as he pretends to give you an innocent smirk. “Maybe I do? You wanna frisk me to find out?” 

Steve furrows his brows, the sudden urge to kick Billy’s forearm tempts him (he’d love to see him get upset only to realize that he can’t do anything in retaliation because you’d stop Billy). 

The fabric of the couch moving weirds you out, you aren’t expecting it and turn to find him clenching his fist into the back of the couch. 

You drop your head back onto his shoulder and pat his stomach. 

His stomach shivers at the feeling but makes it less apparent for you to not notice. 

The blond smirks, raising his brows at the two of you whenever he catches either of your eyes. 

You narrow your eyes at the brat. “Steve.” 

“Huh?” The man diverts his attention onto his favorite kid of the group. 

“Truth or dare, Papa Steve?” 

He bites back the urge to inform everyone to not call him that, but he can’t, he secretly likes it. “Oh- uh- I don’t know- truth?” 

The boy pouts at his answer. “Are you sure?” 

“Honestly, not really but I don’t like the face your making and I think truth might be a safer option.” 

“Aw, is little mister man gonna be scared of the kids if he chooses dare?” 

He scoffs, looking away from you, “no.” 

You smile and poke his cheek, “then choose dare. Let’s get this game going.” 

“Uh- fine, fine. I choose dare. But I am not gonna run around the neighborhood in my underwear. I draw the line there.” 

Eddie and Nancy boo him. 

“So, you choose dare?” 

“Yeah,” he nods. “I dare you two to go into the hall closet together.” 

“Who two?” 

“You two,” Dustin points to you two. 

The two of you are silent, neither one of you knows what to say. 

Steve’s mouth opens and closes, reminding everyone that’s staring at him, of a fish out of water. 

Part of you doesn’t even want to respond or answer the young boy but you know you have to. 

Steve turns his head towards you, staring at you trying to understand how you're feeling. 

You slowly and carefully lean your head in a little, whispering, “we don't have to you know it's- it's okay.” 

He nods. “Yeah I- I- I know- I just, I mean should we?” 

You don’t know what’s gotten into him but honestly you can't complain about it. Maybe even a little part of you is excited to know that Steve isn’t going to fully object to being locked in a tight space with you. 

Could it mean that he- no, but- no, it’s best to not get your hopes up. You lift the blanket, tossing it onto the people next to you. 

You ignore the complaints of Max, knowing that they were just going to take the blanket anyway. You push yourself off the couch and hold your hand out for him. 

He stares at you like you've lost your mind, you don't care. “What a- what are you doing there?” He asks.

You reply with a nod and slight smile in return. “Well, you were dared, weren't you?” 

He doesn’t verbally respond and nods his head so, at least you know he’s listening and can understand what you’re asking him. 

-

The group waits to let out a victorious cry, not wanting either of you to know until after plan has been completed. 

“She was the first one to make a move. Who had money on that?” Eddie asks. 

“I think I can safely assume that everyone didn’t place any money on Steve,” Robin adds. 

Will (whose been quiet for almost the whole night) slowly raises his hand. 

“What?” Dustin screeches. 

Eddie and Max raise their hands too. 

“What? You guys, come on.” Robin throws her head back and groans. “You guys.” 

“I wanted him to man up and confess. Sue me,” Max tells her. 

“I’m with red,” Eddie chimes in. 

“Same. I honestly thought tonight he was going to try and say something,” Will adds. 

“Okay, team Steve,” Robin teases them. 

-

“We don’t have to actually do anything, you know,” you start off. “I mean, they didn’t follow us to make sure we do as they say you know.” 

He nods. 

“Steve?” 

He stares at you, coming out of his thoughts. “Yeah?” 

“Are you okay?” You furrow your brows in concern, “you don’t look like you’re enjoying yourself tonight.” 

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “I am, I swear I am. I’m just- I feel bad for you. I don’t want you to think that you have to you know, do this because the kids dared you too.” 

You smile, “technically it was your dare, but you should know, I’m always happy to hang out with you. Don’t tell anyone from the gang but,” you lean in, whispering in his ear. “You’re my favorite.” 

He looks away, not wanting you to see the flush in his cheeks (but you do). “You can’t say things like that.” 

You furrow your brows, watching him pace around the hallway, close to your bedroom. “Why not?” 

“Because.” 

“Because why, Steve?” 

“Because I- I-” You don’t like when he cuts himself off as he’s close to talking about his feelings. “No, you don’t get to close yourself off because you don’t know how to say what you need to say. So just say it however you need to.” 

He sighs, “because I- I feel something?” He scrunches his nose when he thinks back to what he said. “Steve?” 

“I’m feeling things for… you.” 

“Oh.” 

He sighs, “yeah.” 

“Like what?” 

“I’m sorry?” 

You gulp, deciding to bite the bullet. “What kind of feelings?” 

“What?” 

You tilt your head, “what kind of feelings do you have for me?” 

“I- what? Why do you ask?” 

“Well, if you’re saying you have feelings for me. I’d like to know what they are because that could make or break what I’m about to say?” 

“You,” he furrows his brows. “What are you trying to say? Do you… have feelings for me?” 

“Depends.” 

He sighs, “if I say that I do have feelings for you, will you admit that you do or don’t so I can stop embarrassing myself?” 

You smile, taking a step forward. 

“What’s that look for?” 

“Did you just say that you like me?” 

He blinks owlishly, “what?” 

“You just said you like me.” You wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“Did I?” His back hits the wall, he tries to grab onto something, anything because he’s not sure if this is real. “I mean, maybe. Does- does that mean you… return those feelings?” 

“If I lean in just a little,” your lips are an inch away from him. “Closer, what would you think?” 

“I’m not a religious guy, but I’d be praying you felt something for me.”

“Then it’s a good thing you won’t need to get on your knees and pray.” You peck his lips, “unless you want to, that is.” 

He awkwardly chuckles, ignoring your gaze. 

You smile, slowly pulling him in for a make out session, not caring if anyone sees you two. 

His hands move off the wall and onto your waist, tightening as the two of you lose yourselves in one another. 

-

“Should we go check on them?” Robin asks. 

“I’d rather not.” Billy shivers in disgust, “it’d be like finding your parents making out.” 

“You’re just jealous because you don’t have your own person to call you daddy.” 

“Eddie!” Nancy and Robing shout. 

“What?” He glances between the two. “Am I wrong?” 

Billy doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“Okay, moving on,” Dustin chimes in. 

“I can go and see what they’re doing,” El adds. 

“No,” Robin shakes her head. “I will not let you get traumatized.” 

“How would I get traumatized?” 

“Well, you see-” 

“I’ll check,” Will says, pushing himself off the ground. “Oh no.” He covers his eyes, “I’m blind. I need to bleach my eyes.” 

“Oh, come on, it can’t be that bad.” Dustin stands beside him and groans. “Oh my god! Oh my god. Gross. Old people making out.” 

Steve doesn’t pull away as he flips the child off. 

“Oh great,” he mutters, pulling Will back into the living room. “He’s flipping me off. Steve’s finally getting some and now he’s being a dick.” You roll your eyes and pull back. “Quick question before I go in there and jump on him.” 

He hums. 

“I’m sure I’ve got the right idea, but I want to double check, are we boy-” 

“Yes, one hundred percent. I’m not going to go around kissing and dating other girls when I’ve got the one girl I’ve always wanted.” 

You quietly aw, pecking his lips before dragging him into the living room. “You are all not subtle,” you point out. “Dustin, you’re an asshole too, don’t deny it. You do the same shit with Suzie. Will, honey, I am sorry for traumatizing you but we’re together and we’re happy.” 

No one adds onto that as Max starts the movie. 

You and Steve enjoy cuddling next to each other more than you did during previous cuddles. 

-

The movie ends and you send the kids home, almost completely filled with sugar. 

Neither of you have any regrets about that. 

Steve lingers in the living room, helping you clean up. 

“You don’t have to go, if you don’t want to, Steve. There’s plenty of room here.” 

He nods, “I know. You kind of foiled my plans. I was gonna make up something so I could stay.” 

“Oh yeah?” You add onto his joke. “Like maybe, all of a sudden it started raining even though there’s no rain.” 

“You stole the words right out of my mouth.” 

“I know you too well, Harrington.” 

He groans, “not the last name.” 

“I don’t have a cute pet name for you yet.” 

“Fine. Oh, wait. As long as it’s not-” 

“Papa Steve.” 

“Exactly.” 

“Mm-kay.” 

“You’re scaring me.” 

“Don’t be scared.”  

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Pick Your Choice - OTHER ENDING - Robin Buckley X Female (Bi) Reader

Title: Pick Your Choice

OTHER ENDING

Robin Buckley X Female (Bi) Reader

Additional Characters: Steve and Eddie

| Beginning Story READ FIRST |

WC: 284

Warnings: Fluff

"I choose... Robin."

Both both across from you turned to look at each other with wide confused eyes.

"What?" They both voiced in unison as you simply nodded.

"I have chosen Robin." You repeated, smiling once Robin came over and slid into the booth next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "I found out that I'm pretty Bi up in this place and super into Robin."

"Hey, Steve," Robin spoke up, sliding a white napkin over to him.

Steve narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the napkin, seeing the words 'you lose' and one mark on it. He sighed dramatically and Eddie pouted.

"If you are happy, Y/N. Then I'm happy too." Eddie spoke up, leaning back against the booth.

Robin leaned up closer to you, kissing your cheek, "See? I told you they'd be fine." She asked, looking at you with a smile.

"Definitely. Always right." You replied, before taking hold of Robin's hand and giving it a squeeze.

"Me too." Steve added before reaching over and taking a sip of his water. "I'm glad you two are happy together."

"Thank you, you two. Honestly. I was worried." You sighed happily, rubbing your hand up and down Robin's arm.

"It's okay, we've all been there." Eddie spoke up, patting you on the shoulder. "We're all friends here. Now come on. Let's eat before this food gets cold."

The four of you then dug into your meal, talking about what movies you should see next and which one of you would pick out the next movie. The night went on pleasantly and quickly passed by. and quickly the four of you planned another double date for that next Sunday.

[sadgirlbaby]

ROBIN BUCKLEY - stranger things

FACTS

status: alive

birth date: 1968

relationships: steve harrington (Platonic best friend), dustin henderson (close friend), erica sinclair (close friend), nancy wheeler (friend), keith (co-worker), vickie (friend/crush), eddie munson ✞ (friend)

height: 5’8” (173cm)

occupation: hawkins high school student (1982-), scoops ahoy worker (1985), family video worker (1985-)

HEADCANONS & PREFERENCES (robin x female [bi/lesbian] reader)

this post may contain mature content which includes - sex references.

she’s scared of dark and ants

she’s madly in love with your boobs

you and her often spend nights walking down the street drinking some cola

NECK KISSES NECK KISSES NECK KISSES

she never takes her rings off while you guys are having sex

she likes bites more than hickeys

you guys love partying at steve’s

she often has nightmares and you always run to her to comfort her

she blushes very quickly so it’s basically easy to see her in a state of vulnerability

she loves provoking you but she also knows that she would be fucked (up) if you lose your patience

you guys always make sleepovers at hers and watch some romantic movies

she’s INTP

she’s a mix of libra, pisces and cancer

reminder: requests are always open!

+ I accept any kind of tip about my writing/grammar and also about the structure of the imagine/preferences post.

[superblysubpar]

robin buckley x fem!bi!reader | hidden relationship

A swirl of a straw in your cherry coke with a polished finger, an oscillating fan that blows your coconut and brown sugar shampoo and perfume her way every 76 seconds, but who’s counting? The crackle and hum of a new needle dropping onto vinyl and the sway of your hips to The Police record playing jesus fucking christ she really can’t breathe. Sundresses and please Robin come to the party, lemonade and vodka - what could go wrong?

The Story:

this is a part of the summertime magic universe

June | Just Let Me Adore You July | You Don't Have To Say You're Mine August | Like It's The Only Thing I'll Ever Do

The Music:

Posted throughout each story you'll find the "soundtrack of summer". Tapping on the radio emoji next to a lyric will bring you to a song OR you can find Yours and Robin's full playlist here

Here, you can find all "current" songs for the summertime magic AU as a whole.

[panandinpain0]

Hellooooooo could I request a stranger things where it’s Robin x Male Reader, but platonically, where they bond over ice cream, being gay (or whatever for the reader), and the trauma of existing in the hell that is Hawkins?? I just stan robin

"Let Me Finish My Cone!"

This request slays and I'm excited to write it! Honestly I wish I got more platonic requests- I don't mind the romantic ones (I really like writing them) but some balance would be nice, yk?

Also- I keep misspelling Robin as Robing for some reason- so sorry if I accidentally missed a typo and that's in there 😭

We all stan Robin (Maya Hawke <333)

Headcanon of mine: Robin bites her ice cream. At first she did it to freak Steve out but now she can't eat ice cream any other way.

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Requested by: Anon

Robin Buckley with Male!Reader

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Sitting on a bench at the mall, two teenagers held melting ice cream cones in their hands. Robin sat criss-cross with her legs under her, and (Y/N) with his ankle resting on his other knee.

Robin was on break from work, still in her uniform minus the hat, which she'd forced (Y/N) to wear. It sat crooked on his head, almost falling off.

"There's no one to date here," (Y/N) sighed out as a hot guy walked past them. He licked his ice cream with a grumpy look on his face.

"If anyone knows how it is, I do," Robin snorted, biting her ice cream.

"Like- none of the guys look at me, and if they do it's only in a friend way. I don't know any other gay guys in Hawkins!" (Y/N) whisper-shouted to his best friend.

She side-eyed him, "What about Steve? He's bi, you know."

"Someone who's out, I mean. Not that I have anything against Steve or the fact that he isn't publicly out- it's just that I wanna be able to be seen with my boyfriend! And romantically, too. I don't want my relationship to be a secret."

"In this town it kind of has to be," Robin sighed out this time, thinking of her own experiences with it. "And if you don't treat it like a secret, other people will."

"This town is so fucked up. I would be in a rush to get out of here except for the fact that everywhere else would be just as bad."

"What about Los Angeles?" Robin looked over to her friend, taking another bite of her ice cream, almost down to the cone part.

"LA? I dunno, man... maybe. Wanna come with me and find out?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Once I get enough money to leave this place, hell yeah!"

"You and me both." (Y/N) still wore his uniform from the arcade upstairs in the mall. He was sick of the snotty kids there and seconds away from quitting his job.

"How is Steve doing with that, by the way?"

"Ahh, fine. He's been getting more confident- saw him flirting with some guy at the counter earlier."

"Yeah? And how'd that go?"

"Horribly, but at least he's getting out there!" Robin tried to be positive as (Y/N) laughed.

"I remember when I started flirting with guys. But then again I never was very good at flirting."

"No you are not- I remember when you tried to flirt with me," Robin remembered, smiling with amusement. (Y/N)'s face turned red from embarrassment as he, too, remembered.

"Must we bring it up?" He hid his face in his free hand.

"You were trying so hard to be straight!"

"And failing horribly," (Y/N) finished for her, the two sharing a laugh. "Oh- there's the man of the hour!"

Steve was waving at Robin to come back. Seems her break was over.

"Robin!" He shouted, his face going red as (Y/N) winked at him.

"Let me finish my cone, asshole!" Robin shouted back. Steve flipped her the bird and she stuck her tongue out at him, making him roll his eyes. Both ignored the looks they got from the interaction.

"You sure you don't like him?" Robin teased as she leaned back again.

"I'm not sure about anything. I just don't think he's willing to commit, you know?" (Y/N) speculated, lazily licking his cone.

"Well, you can't be sure until you try!" Robin popped the end of the cone into her mouth and swiped her hat from (Y/N)'s head, patting it as she walked away.

(Y/N) groaned as his watch went off, signaling the end of his own break.

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Hoooooo boy went a little overboard with this one but I really really really love it so much- maybe not exactly what you asked for but I hope you like it!

This Week at Family Video

Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington friendship (and character study) Robin Buckley x a girl who I guess is technically an oc

summary: A cute girl keeps coming into Family Video and Steve is determined to wingman his best friend Robin into a date with her, which turns into a deeper bonding moment when Steve realizes he's grown a lot but there's still room to go and Robin realizes that she's not as alone as she feels.

Content/warnings: Robin talks about how it feels to be closeted in the 80s so there are allusions to period typical homophobia and a quote from Steve from season one which is uncool. It's just like....an analysis of the friendship between the lesbian and the straight himbo and how there's a lot more to it than bonding over hot girls.

(Also I mention a couple movies in here and I have seen none of them so don't @ me)

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Monday 

    It was an average day at the Family Video. People filtered in and out, a few of whom garnered some appraising, and, admittedly kind of objectifying glances from the two clerks that sat behind the central desk, who’s eyes would flash up as the bell ring, look at each other and make a subtle face to indicate whether or not the thought the girl that just came in was cute. 

Robin admits openly to feeling bad about this ritual, and Steve agreed that it was pretty sexist and they shouldn’t be collectively checking out chicks that came in and consulting on their hotness but at this point it was almost involuntary and hard to avoid when Steve all but lept over counters when a pretty girl walked in. Robin told him that she only did it now so she knew if she’d have to be working the sales desk for the next 2-8 minutes until he’d get rejected and come back to help but he didn’t buy it for a second.

The bell over the door rang and they glanced up to see a cute girl with intentionally messy hair, some oversized layers, and a bucket hat walk in casually. Steve and Robin both looked at each other with raised eyebrows just before Steve walked around the counter.

“Welcome to Family Video- anything I can help you find today?” Steve said, turning on his charm, regardless of how overzealous he was with it at times. “I’m Steve, and you are?” He said, sticking out a hand. The girl looked a little overwhelmed at the attention and laughed awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah I’m Leslie.  I’m just looking for a movie that nobody else seems to have.” She said with a laugh and a furtive glance at Robin, who prepared herself to step in quickly.

“Well, obviously we have a wide, wide selection of movies, what kind of things are you into? Tell me about yourself.” He said, leaning seductively against a shelf and knocking a few of the empty cases to the ground and picking them up while attempting to look like he hadn’t missed a beat. Robin couldn’t help but widen her eyes in mild horror at how poorly he was doing. Then her eye caught the girl’s, who met it with the same look that said holy shit, are you seeing this? Robin nodded and silently laughed as she watched the girl turn back to Steve’s attempted flirtation with an overly exaggerated interest and nodding that Robin delighted in seeing was entirely sarcastic.

“I’m actually looking for something pretty specific that I’ve been having a hard time finding.” She interrupted after the humor of the situation had worn off.

“Of course, yeah- what do you need?”

“A film called Hour of the Wolf?” she said nervously, and Robin’s ear perked up.

“OH, yeah I love that one- Michael J Fox as a basketball playing werewolf- who thinks of this stuff? I used to play basketball, you know. Didn’t need the wolf powers, though-”

“That's Teen Wolf, Steve.” Robin corrected from the counter, earning a grateful glance from the girl, who walked over to her quickly, and Steve threw his hands up and sighed.

“We don’t actually have Hour of the Wolf which is a shame because it really is a masterpiece.” Robin chimed in, pulling a thoughtful face

“I’ve been trying to get stupid Keith to get it but he says there isn’t enough demand. Shows what he knows.” Robin said, making Leslie smile and her own heart flutter at the sight. 

“Whoever Keith is sounds like he’s got quite the expert on his hands…” She said cheerfully.

“If you're into arthouse horror stuff though you should check out Eraserhead.” Robin suggested, and Leslie shrugged.

“Arthouse? Is that like a place, or..?” Steve asked, trying to stay in the conversation, but was largely ignored. 

“Sure. If you recommend it I’m sure it’s a winner...” She said, a little cheeky, glancing down at her nametag so obviously that for a second Robin thought this girl was checking out her rack in the middle of the store.”Robin.” She finished, saying her name clearly. 

 Robin thought that maybe for a second there she died and was resurrected, but it turned out to just be butterflies. She stuttered for a moment, telling her about the cinematography as she got her the movie and finished lending it. As she walked out Robin sighed, glancing at Steve.

“Once again, you blew it, Steve.. I really wish I still had the you suck board.” She said with a wry smile.

“Yeah…I know you do, Robin. I know you do.”

Tuesday

The next day at Family Video, Steve was peppering her with questions to Robin’s ire.

“Okay, explain one more time what an arthouse movie is?” He asked, and she rolled her eyes.

“Why do you want to know? You already blew your shot.” She criticized while put away the tapes.

“Alright, you don’t know that. And she’s not the only arty chick in the world. Maybe that’s why I haven’t had any luck lately.” He guessed lamely and Robin gave him a dead stare.

“You are telling me that the reason you can’t get a second date is because you haven’t met a girl that is artistic enough? You, Steve Harrington, want a girlfriend who’s primary interests are in arthouse cinema? Is that really what you’re saying to me?” Robin asked incredulously, stopping herself from laughing at the idea of Steve on a date with a moody poet who wanted his opinions on verse. Maybe she should help him if she’d get to hear about that. 

“Just give me another movie like that to recommend her if she comes back in.”

“I don’t know- Dr. Strangelove.” Robin pulled out of thin air. He was definitely about to ask more questions but at that moment the bell rang and there was the girl from yesterday.

She gave Robin a big smile and waved the tape in her hand as she walked over.

“Holy shit, Robin. Holy shit.” She said, putting both hands on the counter. She remembered my name, Robin thought giddily.

“Is that a good holy shit or a bad holy shit?”

“It’s a holy shit holy shit.” Leslie said, still a little bit stunned. “I mean, the last scene? With the bandages? I mean what the fuck? I mean it’s a…bold recommendation to make to a stranger that’s for sure but it was a good one.” She said, giddy, and all of a sudden Robin’s worst fears came true: she opened her mouth and couldn’t shut it.

Fun facts about the movie, her favorite things about cinematography, favorite movies in order, all of it came pouring out involuntarily. Steve sensed her panic and stepped in front of her.

“I think what Robin meant to say was that you should check out uh, Doctor, uh,” he glanced at Robin quickly, who tried to mouth the words subtly even though Leslie was standing a foot away. Steve read her lips and confidently looked to the customer and said: “Doctor Trained Dove. It's great. Arthouse.” 

Leslie tilted her head and pulled her lips between her teeth like she was trying as hard as she could not to laugh, Robin put her face in her hands and Steve grimaced, reading the room correctly and guessing he hadn’t gotten the title right.

“I haven’t heard about that one. What’s…it about?”

Steve opened his mouth and looked at Robin helplessly.

“It’s a musical about a surgeon that becomes a magician. It’s a lesser known sequel to Doctor Strangelove.” Robin said dryly, glaring at Steve when she said the real title and Leslie laughed and bit her lip.

“Didn’t know Kubrick did sequels.” She said teasingly.

“No, this one is John Hughes, actually.” Robin said, sarcasm not coming through as much as a hopeful punchline that she was obviously shocked to see land.

“Well, Unofficial Kubrick sequels aside, do you have another recommendation for me?” Leslie asked, now leaning on the counter.

“Are you sure you don’t want to hear about 2002?” Robin said, her voice now fully transitioned to that of a person daydreaming and unaware they were talking aloud.

“I preferred 2003, actually.” Leslie played along, and Robin knew she was laughing too hard as it was happening.

“Or 2004, right?” Steve cut in , and they both looked at him awkwardly as he ran a hand through his hair. “Seems like it’s a long time from now but it’s not that far, huh? Weird. End of the century."

Two two women just stared at him blankly and just like that the magic was broken. Robin was no longer in the nonexistent John Hughes movie where she was the one that got to kiss Molly Ringwald over a birthday cake and the three of them were just standing in a video store again.

“Have you seen Holy Mountain?” Robin suggested, and Leslie left with it in hand.

Robin and Steve sort of just stood there in shock at just how badly that interaction had just gone.

“Maybe you’re my bad luck charm. I feel like the last time I was cool was before I met you.” He said contemplatively.

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response besides the fact that I didn’t put you in that sailor outfit. If you want to get her attention tomorrow you’re gonna have to study up, man.” Robin said with a laugh, and Steve frowned at her and cocked his head.

“Me?” He asked, and Robin looked at him with confusion.

“Yeah? I thought you liked her.” 

“I mean she’s cute but I was kinda getting a…. Hm?” He said with a vocalization and a hand gesture that Robin didn’t understand.

“C’mon man, you know I have a hard enough time reading people as it is.” She complained.

“What vibe?” She asked incredulously.

“A vibe, Robin, there was a vibe.”

Steve looked around to make sure nobody was around so he could remind Robin that she was a lesbian and he was pretty sure that girl was flirting with her. 

“She was totally flirting with you.” He said quietly, and Robin looked at him far more aghast than she had any reason to be.

“What? No! No, of course she wasn’t flir- what would even make you think? I mean that’s just-” Robin stammered and Steve’s eyebrows got higher and higher.

“Alright, alright, alright, don’t start spiraling. You seemed into her, though, right? I’m not about to violate bro code and ask out the girl you like just because you’re a chick.” He said in what she assumed was a tone that bros used to talk to each other with a shrug and Robin just set her jaw in disbelief and well meaning annoyance.

    Not for the first time since she met him she imagined getting into a time machine and traveling to Ms. Clicks class and leaning over to whisper to herself See those two right there? See sweet, beautiful Tammy Thompson staring at that dick Steve Harrington? In a couple of years one of those people will be the single person on the planet earth that you have ever told that you’re gay and the best friend you’ve ever had in your life.  I’ll give you one guess to who it is, and if you guess right I’ll give you a billion US dollars. Also you’ll be tortured by evil Russians together. 

    “Whatever- look, whether or not I think she’s cute she’s not a- y’know-” she said, grimacing instead of saying lesbian in such a casul setting without a self pep talk to convince herself it wouldn’t be weird.

    “Returning Fast Times at 53 minutes and 12 seconds?” He offered, and her shoulders relaxed and she loosely pointed at him.

“Right. Sure. She’s not pausing fast times and she’s cool- why shouldn’t you go for it?” She said, now surprisingly adamant in a way that Steve didn’t understand in the slightest as Robin was almost always apathetic towards his love life.

“Because I blew my shot? It’s fine, it happens. A lot, according to the You Suck board.” He justified it, but Robin had a determined look on her face.

“I could coach you! Yeah, she’s gonna watch Holy Mountain tonight, why don’t we watch it too and you can talk to her about it.” She suggested, and Steve emphasized the confusion on his face.

“Robin, it's fine if you like her. You know I don’t have any problem with-” he started, and she cut him off on the spiel. 

He did that sometimes when she was upset and he couldn’t figure out why- always jumpeing to defend himself and assumed he had said something wrong by mistake. It happened on occasion, Steve, as much as she knew his heart was in the right place, was still a white, straight male former highschool bully from Hawkins Indiana with parents that voted for Reagan, he was always honest that he was still unlearning a lot of shit and it was inevitable that something would slip out every once in a while. The first time it had happened, about a month after they started working at the video store she heard him talking to an old team mate and casually dropped the word fairy as a descriptor. She told herself he didn’t mean it but she had still let it fester until he was following her around while she restocked movies asking what’s wrong what’s wrong what’s wrong over and over again like a petulant child. She confessed loudly and angrily before looking around in fear that there was a customer. He swore at himself and apologized profusely and in that moment she was really reminded of that night in the Starcourt bathroom and how, despite how annoying he was, Steve Harrington had a heart even bigger than his hair.

It had been a nice moment, the next time he said something a little off-color he caught it himself, but still apologized a lot. It only got annoying when he started doing it every time he (unfortunately, usually correctly) identified that she was in a bad mood because of a problem that stemmed from her sexuality and assumed that problem was that he said something offensive by accident. The truth was that there were just always going to be some things that she would go through that he would never be able to understand and would be hard for her to explain. Half the time she hadn’t even taken the time to figure out what exactly it was that was bothering her besides the baseline level of worry that came with the small town closeted lesbian territory.

“I know you’re not homophobic, Steve.” She said and he stopped, nodding in relief, but then doubling down on his confusion.

“So then why are you getting all weird about this?” he asked genuinely, and Robin shook her head exaggeratedly, like if she did it super obviously he would believe it more.

“Fine, I’ll watch the movie.” He conceded, as they started to gather their stuff for the end of the day. Robin shook a triumphant fist with a silent yes as she grabbed her bag and  headed out the door to his car.

“I’m not being weird at all. I just think you have a shot and she seems cool. Also I haven’t seen Holy Mountain in a while and it rules.” She said all too casually, and Steve stared at her suspiciously. Robin wasn’t budging, mostly because she didn’t really know why she suddenly had the urge to push them together either besides the odd sensation of trying to make something go away on its own. 

“Is this gonna be a movie that I have to think about a lot while we’re watching?” He asked apprehensively, and did not care for the mischievous and possibly sadistic smile she gave him

Wednesday

    Robin and Steve sat on stools behind the checkout counter, Steve looked shell shocked, to say the very least. More so than he looked after last year's Russian Invasion. Robin was alternating between laughing at him and trying her best to be comforting and apologetic.

    “Steve, I told you you could close your eyes if it got too scary.” She said in a voice she hoped sounded genuine and that he couldn’t hear it shaking a little. He didn’t say anything, just leaned back against the counter staring downwards, unresponsive. “Okay, you’ve been doing this for like a day and a half the movie wasn’t that weird.” she said, and he turned to glare at her.

    “You know that’s not true, Robin. You know that.” He said emphatically, and they glanced towards the door as it rang.

    It was Leslie, walking in with a grin on her face and the movie in hand and Steve was pretty sure that this girl might actually be a serial killer. Robin liked it, too, though, so maybe they were on a crime spree together and they were definitely going to take him outside and skin him alive and hang it up and- ugh, Steve stopped and put his palms over his eyes to get the image out of his head.

    “Is…he okay?” Leslie asked, leaning past Robin to look at the unresponsive Steve.

    “He’s fine- we actually watched Holy Mountain too last night and he's contemplating it.” Robin said, glancing at Steve and pumping the eyebrows of a wingwoman, and scowled when he didn’t see her because his head was now resting against the counter.

    From his vulnerable state, Steve braced himself to hear them babble on about the perfect ratio of that shot of that lady banging that mechanical horse without legs but instead only heard Leslie respond with a disingenuously excited “Oh!”

    Robin was expecting the same as Steve, and she couldn’t quite decipher the way that Leslie’s eyes flitted between the two of them.

    “I’m guessing Steve wasn’t a fan?” She asked, and Robin laughed at him to which he responded with a dry ha ha ha said from under his arms laying on the counter.

    “Well, that’s commitment for you. Takes quite a guy to sit through a movie like that just because he wants to hang out with you.” She said with a tight smile.  The way she said it made Robin wish she was better at social cues because she knew for damn sure she was missing something. 

    “Yeah, he’s alright.” Robin said affectionately. 

    Steve was torn between warm fuzzies at the closest thing his best friend can ever come to a compliment and smacking her on the back of the head for not realizing that this girl now thinks that they’re dating. It never ceased to fascinate him that the person that can decipher Russian without knowing Russian couldn’t hear that telltale sound of jealousy and disappointment in the goodbye of a person who just discovered that their crush was dating sebody already. Then again, he could do that but couldn’t decipher the Russian, so maybe it was just a different skill set. 

    “Wow, I’m sorry dude I really thought that she’d want to talk to you about the movie.”

    Leslie let out a fake laugh and put the tape and some cash on the counter before walking away with an awkward wave and disappeared with the bell. 

    Steve pulled himself up off the counter, his forehead red from pressing against the surface and his hair messed up, and his look was one of utter frustration and disbelief.

    “Holy shit, Robin of course she didn’t. She wanted to talk to you about the movie. She left because she thinks we’re dating and it bummed her out.” He said, almost in a yell at the fact that he knew she wasn’t going to listen to him.

    “Ooooh, that makes more sense. See, I was right, her being jealous is proof that she likes you.” Robin declared and Steve dropped his head back onto the counter with a smack that hurt enough to drive that weird ass flick out of his brain. “I’m sorry you watched Holy Mountain for nothing though. She’s right, it is a rough one if you don’t enjoy it.” She said casually, almost certainly smiling maliciously. He began to smack his head against the counter and he was pretty sure he heard her laughing.

Thursday

    Family Video opened at 11 AM, so almost every morning after he dropped Robin off he’d go and try to figure out more ways to not talk to Keith for an entire shift. Today he had decided to take the stack of returns into the back room and rewind the ones returned by the “unkind” that he secretly wanted to kiss on the mouth for giving him a really easy and time consuming thing to do every morning until his break, where he’d go get Robin, listen to her rant about school, get some drive thru for the both of them, and then finish off the day with his best friend. 

    All in all, it was an alright gig.

    Except for Thursdays. Steve hated Thursdays.

    Because on Thursdays Robin’s band practice goes late and she doesn’t work a shift, and Keith takes off for long periods at random intervals and would leave him alone to mind the store on a pretty busy day of the week.

    Today was slow, both in passage of time and number of customers, so they canceled each other out and made the day suck exactly as much as last Thursday. 

    He continued to rewind movies, noting a few titles for later that seemed interesting. He took out the next tape and pushed it in. The movie turned on and Steve nearly fell off his chair when his screen was very suddenly two very naked women. He didn’t rewind yet as the two of them kissed and Steve glanced down at the tape. Desert Hearts. He quickly checked to see who returned it and it was, unsurprisingly, a long list of male names, a few of whom he recognized from various sports teams and parties throughout high school, and strangely Karen Wheeler of all people, but he wasn’t going to unpack that. 

As Steve scanned the back of the VHS box he read about the plot of the lesbian love affair that blossoms between the two women out west and a plan formed in his mind, and that plan would help him honor his Duty as a Man with a Heart a Soul and The Critical Social Skills Robin Buckley Lacks: He was going to get his best friend laid. Because that's what friends do.

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Later that day Steve had an okay plan that could potentially pan out and now was just waiting for the opportunity, he just had to wait for Leslie to come in like she had every day this week. He leaned against the counter and idly watched the screens and glanced out the display glass as people passed by.

    That was when he glanced up to see somebody slowing down and peeking inside. It was Leslie. Whatever she saw, she looked away and kept walking. Steve tilted his head in confusion, but pushed the VHS tape into the player and waited. There wasn’t much business today and as the movie played he did find himself a bit enraptured in the drama between the two women. 

 The only time when his attention was torn from the weighty glances between Vivian and Kay was when he saw somebody pause outside the window. It was Leslie again, peeking in. When Steve met her eye and waved a little she looked like she had been caught red handed and awkwardly walked in and waved.

“Uh, hey Sam.” She said a little stiffly.

“It’s- it’s Steve.” He corrected, and she quietly apologized and wandered into the stacks.

Now that Leslie was actually in the store, Steve realized that his so-called ‘plan’ was actually just the idea to put the movie about lesbians on the tv and wait to see if she reacted. He wished that wingmanning for Robin didn’t have to be so subtle. 

She put the box on the counter and Steve began to slowly start checking out the movie to give her time for her to either look at the tv and say…something. This was a stupid plan, he realized, and he made a quick move to salvage it.

Using his stealth skills gained from years of monster hunting and high-stakes babysitting, he tried to secretly watch Leslie around the store and noticed that she seemed to not be looking at the movies, but at the staff break room and around the store for other clues about the whereabouts of a certain missing front desk associate. When her eyes caught the TV screen and saw the actresses that Steve hoped looked familiar her head snapped back in front of her and she stood very still, examining a box without really seeing it for what she deemed long enough to take it to the counter to make a quick escape.

“Do you like this movie?” He asked, pointing at the screen and unable to stop himself from visibly cringing.

She looked up at him incredibly awkwardly. “I’m…not sure what movie that is, honestly.” She said, and he was like 50% sure she was lying.

“Robin likes this movie.” What had happened after breaking up with Nancy that left him so much worse at talking to other people? Was it Dustin’s influence? Was it just that he didn’t know how to be charming without being a total dick? He knew it was probably that one.

Leslie gave him a tight smile. “That’s sweet that you’re watching her favorite movies. She’s a nice girl. I'm glad she’s got someone that cares.” 

“Yes! Robin is a nice girl!” He said energetically, even if that wasn’t necessarily a word he’d use for her. “She’s super cool and smart too. She speaks four languages and can translate Russian by ear.” he said, hyping her up, realizing now that Leslie had meant it’s sweet that you watch your girlfriend’s favorite movies.

“I…didn’t know that. Very impressive. You two make a cute couple.” She said, and it was audibly strained.

“We’re not dating. We’re just friends. Best friends.” He added at the end, a little embarrassed of himself. “But I do watch her favorite movies and thank you for seeing the value in that because Holy Mountain has literally been haunting me for two days and I just think that friends should get credit for doing that shit too.” He added in annoyance at nobody in particular.

“Oh!” She said, and he could hear the audible relief, and saw her glance back at the tv and swallow. Steve could see the gears grinding in her head and he could not believe that his terrible plan might be working. “That’s- I mean- I guess I just assumed.”

“Nope, not dating, she’s totally single. I asked her out a little after we first met because of all the cool hot smart stuff I said earlier but she was not interested and now we’re just friends.” He explained, trying to put emphasis on the not. 

“Best friends.” Leslie said gently with a smile, her awkwardness gone and replaced with a very cautious beginning of a theory he was trying to confirm without saying anything.

“Yes! Best friends. Because she’s the best.” He said, nodding, and then Leslie nodded too. They stood there in silence for a second before Steve remembered he was checking out her movie.

He went to write down the number and furrowed his brow when he saw the title.

“National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation? This doesn’t seem like your kind of flick.” Steve said oddly, and her cheeks got a little red.

“I was kinda waiting for Robin to give me another recommendation.” She said with an awkward laugh.

Steve saw his opening, and was closing in on his plan quickly and efficiently. “Well, Robin really likes this movie.” He said, stepping aside so she had a full view of the tv and the lengthy stares between the two actresses. “Do you want to rent it?” he asked, suddenly kind of hoping she said no because he wanted to finish watching it.

“Uh, sure?” She said, and he reluctantly turned around to eject it and making it a full spin when he came up with an alternative.

“Oooh no!” He said in a dramatic fake tone akin to a child's television star that didn’t see you come in but wants to show you some puppets anyway. “This is actually Robin’s copy of Desert Hearts, and not the stores. So I can’t lend it to you.” He said in an exaggerated voice.

Leslie furrowed her brow. “Then why is it playing?”

“Becaaaaaause….she thought I’d like it and she knew it would be a slow day and she wasn’t working.” He pulled out of nowhere.  “But- you should come back tomorrow, when she is here and ask her to borrow it. Oh! Maybe you could watch it together and talk about cinema! Now that’s an idea!” He said, knowing he was overplaying it while he was talking and as Leslie stared at him incredulously.

“You…want me. To come in tomorrow. And ask your friend Robin if I can watch her copy of Desert Hearts with her?” Leslie asked, and Steve nodded profusely at the secret code the two of them had developed. 

“Yes. That’s exactly what I think you should do. If you want to.” He said encouragingly, and he could tell that Leslie was running some serious cost-risk analysis gymnastics in her head trying to decide if this really weird situation was actually trustworthy. Steve knew that if he said anything else he could blow his cover, so he just kept his mouth shut.

A little smile came on Leslie’s face and she nodded.

“ I guess I’ll be back tomorrow, then.” She said, and Steve thought it was adorable how she was trying to hide her excitement.

She left with a little spring in her step and, unsurprisingly, National Lampoon’s stayed on the counter with him. Steve grinned, imagining how excited Robin was going to be, and started to rewind the movie because he was sure that he’d missed something important while he was talking to Leslie.

Friday

It was Friday at Family Video and Steve was acting….weird. 

“Dude, tell me what’s wrong you know I can’t read body language.” She scolded and he shrugged energetically.

“Nothings wrong. Everything’s great!” He said, and reached out to pick a piece of fluff out of her hair so she would look her best when Leslie arrived but she smacked his hand away.

“Don’t touch my hair-Is it the Russians again?” Robin asked seriously.

“What? No. Why do you always assume it’s Russian?”

“Because of the time that it was Russians.” 

“Yeah but it was only once.” He said calmly.

“That’s already too many times, Steve.” She said dryly. “Okay, fine, nothing’s wrong but something is up. What is it?”

He sighed. “Okay, but I’m only keeping it a secret because I don’t want you to freak out and get in your head about it.” He explained, and Robin’s eyes went wide.

“Oh no. What did you do?” she asked in horror. 

“Not oh no! This is good!”

“Tell me now or I’m going to punch you in the throat Steve Harrington I took a self defense class after last summer.” She said sternly. Robin didn’t like surprises. Especially after the Russian thing.

Steve leaned in conspiratorially, looking around the store to double check that no customers had snuck in. “Leslie’s gonna ask you out today.”

“What?” Robin squeaked, her eyes going wide and her chest filling up with that extra special anxiety that was cooked up for her specifically by Sappho two thousand years ago and Ronald Reagan now.

“Yeah! It’s gonna be great- I had a whole plan to figure out if she was, y’know, pausing Fast Times and it worked and she’s gonna come in later and ask if she can come over and watch your copy of Desert Hearts.” He explained cheerfully, hoping that his enthusiasm would break through what he really hoped was happy stunned silence.

“What? How did you..? Did you tell her I was- I mean what the fuck, Dude- and what is Desert Hearts?” She stammered, trying to gather her thoughts.

“You haven’t seen it?” He asked in shock. “Oh my god it’s amazing the chemistry between Helen Shaver and Patricia Charbonneau is electric and-”

“Steve!” She said, snapping him out of his review.

“Right, sorry. I didn’t tell her anything, I just put on the movie and said that you liked it and she said she also liked it and I said that she should ask if you want to watch it.” He said calmly. “More or less.” he added, but Robin didn’t look any less freaked out. “What’s wrong? I thought you liked her.” He asked, truly confused.

That happened sometimes. Steve would assume he  said something wrong but that’s just because he doesn’t like seeing her upset. If he had just accidentally said something shitty at least he could just apologize but more often than not it was just something that she didn’t believe she could explain to him. He had asked her to try, he was her friend and he knew that he was the only one that knew she liked girls- He wanted her to be able to talk to somebody- he hated that his best friend ever felt alone.

“It’s not about that you just- you shouldn’t have done that.” She said angrily and walked towards the counter away from him.

“Why not? You’re always helping me get dates- why can’t I help you too?” He asked, hoping she could tell he was confused and not just being difficult.

“Because it’s different!” She snaped.

“You always say that but maybe it isn’t! Maybe I would understand. We’re friends, Robin. Just because we don’t have the same experiences doesn’t mean that I won’t be able to listen and help you. You told me about how much you liked Tammy- I thought you wanted to meet somebody.” He said, and Robin glanced at him, her hard gaze softening to something more awkward and nervous and familiar.

“It’s just…” she started, screwing up her face and trying to figure out how to explain something that frustrated her about herself endlessly. “It’s- fuck- okay,” she took a deep breath and tried to start, quickly scrubbing her face with her hand. 

“I knew Tammy didn’t like me back. It wasn’t real it was just a stupid crush and it hurt like hell but it was still safe.” She tried, words spilling out of her.

“Robin, Leslie’s a nice girl. She’s not going to hurt you.” He said, pained at the fact that he got to ask out and get rejected by 20 girls a week and Robin could just watch from afar.

“That’s not what I mean. I mean, it kind of is, you never really know it’s just- fuck.” she groaned in frustration, pacing for a moment before finally finding her words.

 “I don’t know what I’m doing, okay?” She said in a furious rush. “I’ve never done this before. It’s not like when you were ten and you got to walk up to a little girl on the playground and ask to hold her hand. I never got to learn how to flirt or ask my friends if the girl I like mentioned me or figure out when you’re allowed to put your arm around a date at the movies. 

“Robin…” Steve said softly, but she wasn’t done and he wasn’t going to stop her. She took another unsteady breath

“I didn’t get a first date, or a first kiss or a dance with my crush at the Snow Ball or-or ever get to ask my mom for dating advice or gotten to hear my dad sternly talk to my date before giving a nod of approval.” Robin sniffed hard, her eyes watering up as she valiantly fought away the tears.

“I didn’t get any of that. And I’m never going to.” She said, her voice now rough with emotion and a little quieter. She wiped away a stray bit of wetness from her eye and twisted her mouth up. “Nobody’s going to be pulling up in a limo to take me to prom.”

“I’m always going to be different, and it’s hard and it hurts that all of that is just gone now and I missed all of it and I can’t ever get it back. I’m never gonna be a kid at the Snow Ball looking at Kelsey Landin sitting by the punch and not understanding what was so wrong about wanting to ask her to dance. I couldn’t even doodle our names in a heart in my notebooks.” She took a gasping breath and wiped away a tear that finally fell. 

“It shouldn’t be like that.” She was almost talking to herself now, taking an angry breath and shaking her head. “I was just a kid. It wasn’t fair that for my entire life every person that has ever claimed to love me might have hated a piece of me so much that if I was sitting on the swing sets at recess holding hands with Jenny Becker instead of you then I would be utterly ostracized by everybody. Not just bullies. Friends, family, students, teachers, strangers. Grown-ass adults that would hate a child for the crime feeling the same way as every other kid but about the wrong kind of person.” Her voice was sad and proud and angry and valiantly holding down the waterworks that were going to come bursting through any second now. 

“I mean, Jesus, Steve, you’re the only person I ever told and I did it totally on a whim fueled by adrenaline and truth serum- you have no idea what it’s like not knowing if anybody else I care about might turn on me and ruin my life if they actually knew me. I still don’t even know if my parents would still fucking love me if they knew I wanted to watch a stupid movie with a pretty girl and put my head on her shoulder.” Robin was humiliated that she was fully crying now, sitting down behind the desk on the floor and unable to stop. She had kept all of this in for so long and now it was pouring out of her involuntarily. Steve walked away for a moment and she felt an irrational panic that he was going to leave and not wantt to be her friend anymore because she couldn't keep the ugly parts of it to herself and left any discussion of her sexuality at vague looks of hot or not when a girl came into the store. She watched him go to the door and her heart froze until he just reached out flipped the sign to closed before coming back and sitting next to her on the floor. 

Relief flooded her followed quickly by more misery that after all they’d been through her instincts still told her that she shouldn’t expect him to be okay with her saying any of this out loud and the tears came back in full force.

 Steve put his arm around her and pulled her close so she could cry into his shoulder and patted her back as comfortingly as he could as his heart just fucking shattered. He remembered when they were in the Starcourt bathroom and she said that if he really knew her then he wouldn’t even want to be her friend. The two of them had just been kidnapped and tortured by evil invading Russians armed with bone saws and floor eating acid and Robin was afraid to tell him that she had a crush on Tammy Thompson. Even worse is that she had watched him be King Dickhead Steve for years and he had almost certainly given her a reason to think he wouldn’t be okay with it at some point.

You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed because I always took you for a queer but turns out you’re just a screwup like your father. Was what he had said to Jonathan after telling Nancy to go to hell. He felt bad as soon as he said it, but that didn’t stop him. Back then he didn’t know how to be hurt he just knew how to be angry. He had been heartbroken, in love, and an absolute piece of shit about it. About thirty seconds after saying it Jonathan was beating the ever loving shit out of him and each punch really hit home the fact that he absolutely deserved it. 

He had actually thanked Jonathan later for very literally knocking some sense into him, and to his surprise, he forgave him. And it felt good. He hated who he used to be. He really did, so he had made a few phone calls and a few drop ins to make some heartfelt apologies to some surprised people that were genuinely shocked that he would ever have come around. The worst part is that he would never really know everybody that he hurt, never know who was out there overhearing him say something hateful and taking it to heart.

Robin was his favorite person. He wasn’t sure when it had happened but despite all his complaining she was somehow the only person he knew that really got him. She exploited that knowledge constantly and used it against him, sure, but she got him. He wished he could make her feel as understood as she did. But there would always be things like this that he never would’ve considered that she had gone through her whole life. 

Eventually her breathing calmed down and she sat up, her breathing a bit unsteady and her face red and puffy. She gave him a watery smile when she saw their matching tear tracks and she patted him gratefully on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry about that- that was-”

“You don’t need to apologize, Robin. I’m serious.” He said, looking at her so she knew he meant it. “If I’m the only one you have to talk to about this then I want to hear it all, even when it’s sad and it sucks. Especially when it’s sad and it sucks.” He said, and took a deep breath. “You’re not alone anymore. Anybody tries to mess with you or make you feel like shit just come and get me and I know that I’m not enough to make up for the entire world’s garbage but if there’s anything I can do to make all of that even a fraction less shitty for you then I’ll do it.”

He looked at his hands for a moment, feeling a confession of his own coming on.

“You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, you know.” Steve said honestly, and Robin quirked an eyebrow. “Like, even though I was super popular and knew everybody I still only really hung out with Tommy and Carol and they were just the worst.” he sighed, not knowing how to say this without making it seem like he was trying to get out of responsibility for being a shithead. 

“I have never met two people so good at making somebody feel like a fucking loser like Tommy and Carol and there is nobody better at making you terrified of being that loser like they could. I’m not saying that they forced me to shove nerds against lockers or anything but any time I tried to do the right thing they’d just shut me down and taunt me until it felt like if I didn’t do whatever bullshit they wanted me to then everybody would think I wasn’t a real man or some shit and they’d drop me and then I wouldn’t be fucking King Steve anymore.” He shook his head, his hair wobbling as he swore and looked at Robin, unsure if he was getting across what he was trying to and he saw that she was listening, even if her thing had been bigger and more painful she still cared.

“And that’s exactly what happened. For the first time in my life I stood up to them instead of for them and Tommy punched me in the face and drove away. Never even tried to talk to me again. Then at school they started all kinds of rumors and talked shit about me all the time and then I wasn’t King Steve anymore and…” he trailed off and had a little smile “and then I was happy.” He said, in a little disbelief.

“I was thinking about that the other day, pointing at you and Tammy in Ms Clicks class and asking young Robin one day, one of those two people will be the only person you trust enough to tell that you’re not into dudes.” She said, a little mystically, and Steve burst out laughing, and Robin quickly followed. Their laughter calmed down and they knew that the storm had passed and they came out better on the other side of it. They grabbed each others hands to hoist each other back to a standing position and looked at  each other grinning.

“I didn’t fucking hate myself anymore, I got to follow my own instincts and do the right thing. Sure, Nancy dumped my ass and broke my heart and it actually felt so good to just…be sad. Without Tommy and Carol taunting and yelling at me until I felt so angry and pathetic that we’d spray paint her name on the movie theater again and I would’ve felt like absolute shit about it for the rest of my life. I was totally heartbroken but for the first time in my life I actually got to feel it and it. Then Dustin Henderson of all people comes sprinting at me one day and says that everybody else is busy and he needs my help.” He grinned. “It’s just stupid, right? All that time I only cared about being popular and if I could tell my younger self that someday I’d be working in at the video store for minimum and I’d spend all my time hanging out with a 15 year old egomaniac and a band geek that I was briefly a little bit in love with until she rejected me and the entire male population on the floor of a mall bathroom I’d do it and let him know up front that they’re honestly the reason that I’ve never been happier. Really rub his nose in it too.” He said, and Robin laughed aloud in that special way he recognized because it always preceded I was just about to say that.

“Is my face red?” She asked, touching it and being a bit satisfied at how healthy her skin felt after crying.

“Yeah but just give it a couple minutes.” He said, and she nodded. “Hey, when Leslie does get here you can go hide in the back or something if you really don’t want to talk to her, I know I overstepped, but if you need any advice on stuff you didn’t get a chance to learn let me know, no judgment- guaranteed.”

Robin furrowed her brow. “Wait- how exactly did your conversation with Leslie go yesterday? Did you just point at the screen and ask if she liked the movie?” She asked incredulously, and Steve slowly began to nod.

“Uhhh…yeah. That’s exactly what I did.” He said, and she started to laugh again. Steve grinned when he heard a laugh that seemed a little lighter now.

About an hour later the bell rang and Leslie came in. Steve nodded at her and went into the shelves to give quiet support and maybe some advice via arm gestures from behind Leslie, and Robin took a deep breath.

Both girls were extremely nervous, both giggling when their eyes met in a way that reminded Steve a bit of middle school. He smiled to himself and resented the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes when he thought about her getting a chance at simple, blushy, giggly, inexperienced romance for the first time. She deserved it, more than anybody.

“So, um, this is kind of a weird question but I stopped by yesterday to see if you have a copy of um…Desert Hearts?” Leslie said tentatively like she was giving a secret password at a speakeasy and hoping it was the right one.

Robin had a determined look on her face that didn’t necessarily give off a romantic vibe but he could feel her relentless bravery from where he stood.

“I’ve heard of it.” Robin tried to say mysteriously, waiting for the next part.

“And your friend with the hair- He said that, um, that you didn’t have it at the store but he said that you had a copy and that maybe…..you…might…want to watch it with me?” She said, finishing with a smile that was also a grimace. Steve was delighted at how awkward the girl who had seemed so cool all week had gotten.

“I…would like that very much.” Robin said, holding in all her excitement to seem casual when inside she was exploding.

“Cool.” Leslie said, and she and Robin stared at each other in gleeful silence until they made a plan to meet after her shift and Leslie left, waving awkwardly while walking out the door. The bell rang as the door shut and Robin turned around so she could catch her weight against the counter, but Steve’s eyes followed Leslie out the door first and saw her get into a car parked out front with a driver that was currently giving her a high five and obviously congratulating her. Steve waved subtly to the silhouette of the other wingman and he waved back before they drove  away.

Steve then walked up to Robin to see her smiling dreamily and starry eyed.

“Cool.” She said softly, and smiled again. She wasn’t much help around the store for the rest of the day, but every glance he got of the wistful Robin putting tapes back in the wrong places and saying cool in a whisper every few moments and giggling made it worth it. 

Saturday

    Steve waited anxiously outside Robin’s house before work and was annoying himself more and more every time his brain made the comparison of a parent waiting for their kid after their first day of school to ask how it went when they’ve spent the whole day worrying. It wasn’t like that, but he was still anxious for her to come outside.

    Robin opened the door and waved goodbye to her family and started towards the car. He could see the size of her grin from the moment she was in sight. 

    When she got into the car she was silent for a moment, and he refused to drive, only stared at her expectantly

    “So? How’d it go?”

    Robin was trying to play it cool despite the fact that she was bouncing in her chair. 

    “You know that whole list of things I thought I had missed out on and it was too late for? Let’s just say I…checked a couple things off.” She said coyly, and Steve grinned at her proudly and gave her a victorious shoulder pat. That’s when she exploded into squeals and all that sandy hair shaking around her as she bounced up and down.

    “Oh my god, Steve, it was amazing. She was so cool and pretty and funny and we had so much in common and we, um” She stopped and her cheeks turned red, and Steve’s eyebrows shot up.

    “I knew it. I knew that you had it in you to be a total chick magnet.” He said proudly, and she grinned at him, shrugging in concession.

    “Turns out I’m a natural Cassanova.” She said with only a hint of irony, and turned her head to look at him. “Thank you, Steve. I mean it.” she said with a tone so genuine that it almost sounded strange in her voice.

    Steve nodded and smiled back. “No worries. I’m your wingman, it’s what friends do. And I like seeing you happy.” 

            The End.

    “Well then…you did what you came to do, because I’m really really happy right now. You’re a good friend.” She said with a sweet finality. Things would stop being mushy and go back to normal but they’d never be the same.

As they began their drive to work they glanced at each other and smiled one more time. Robin had never been so grateful to have a friend like Steve, and Steve had never been so proud to have a friend like her.