#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

[cloverhasnobrain]

Me resisting the urge to write a smutty oneshot about a reader thats an artist beggining to try body painting, and started with themselves but got bored and now needs a model, and Steve applies for the job

[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

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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

[sanguineterrain]

Adore You - s.h | e.m.

Summary: When you and Eddie learn that Steve has never celebrated his birthday—and had no intention of letting you know he even had a birthday—you two make it your mission to give him the best birthday ever. Secret parties, however, aren’t always easy to keep secret.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Word count: 5k

Warnings: mild angst, misunderstandings, Steve's crappy parents, birthday fluff, happy ending!!

dividers by s-tarksintern

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"Yo, Buckley!" 

The door jingled, alerting your entrance. Eddie held up a pair of customized Converse by the laces. Robin's eyes lit up. 

"Holy shit!" she squealed, walking around the counter. "You’re a dream, Munson.” 

"Flatterer," Eddie grinned, tossing her the shoes. "No charge."

She inspected the designs, all carefully hand-painted by Eddie. "Dude, you're awesome. Y/N, tell your boyfriend he's awesome."

"I remind him of that fact everyday," you grinned, pecking Eddie's jaw. "He knows."

"I know," Eddie smirked. 

"Well, unfortunately, your other boyfriend sucks," she informed you. "He's been moping all week. And he left me to stack the new releases by myself!" 

You frowned. "That doesn't sound like him. Where is he?" 

Robin rolled her eyes. "I made him go pick up the tapes Keith ordered. Hopefully he eats something—that’s probably why he’s so cranky.”

"Aw, damn. We were gonna get his measurements to start his jean jacket," said Eddie. ”Don’t tell ‘im, though. It’s a secret.”

"Eds wanted to match," you explained. "Because he's a dork."

"You said it was a good idea, baby," he pouted. 

"Both things can be true. It's very cute, honey," you assured. "He'll love it."

"Custom jacket is a great gift," Robin agreed, already lacing up her new shoes. "That's probably the one thing Steve's never gotten for his birthday."

You and Eddie both went still.

"Birthday?" he echoed. 

"Yeah, it's next Sunday, remember? I made him look up his astrology chart and y'know what? A lot of it makes sense." She twirled her finger over her temple in a crazy sign. "Good luck."

"Wait, back up." You held up a hand. "Steve's birthday is next week?"

"Uh, yeah? Don't you know his birthday?" 

"He never said anything." Eddie's face scrunched. "What the hell?" 

"How do you know it, Robs?" you asked. 

"I learned it by accident when Steve filled out his job application. You really didn't know? You guys have been dating for a while."

"We figured it had passed." You frowned. "He was just gonna let it come and go without ever telling us."

"Hang on. Maybe he doesn't know you usually tell serious relationships your birthday," Eddie reasoned. "This is the longest relationship he's had."

You thought for a moment, then rapped your knuckles on the counter. 

"Actually, we're gonna take off.”

Eddie’s head swiveled to you. “What?”

“We have things to discuss.” You gave him a look, then turned to Robin. “Can you tell Steve we'll meet him at home?"

"You got it," Robin said, giving a two-finger salute. "Godspeed. And please pull that stick out of his ass!" 

“Buckley wouldn’t lie about Steve’s birthday, would she?”

“No,” you said, watching the butter melt in Mrs. Harrington’s luxury cast-iron pan. “Definitely not.”

You and Eddie had gotten a copy of the Harringtons' house keys before you'd become something more. After an incident involving dead power lines and Eddie breaking into a window to make sure Steve wasn't bleeding or possessed, Steve had gone ahead and given you keys. He'd said he trusted you with his life—and that Eddie was to never break in again. 

"'Kay, we have to approach this tactfully, sweetheart. How 'bout this: I'll bring up my own birthday first. Then it'll be a natural turn into a conversation about his."

"Or," you said, flipping the grilled cheese onto a plate. "We use a tried and true method that boyfriends and girlfriends have used for thousands of years: food and sweet lovin'."

Eddie turned on the puppy eyes. "Do I get one? I'll tell you my birthday too, baby."

"I already know your birthday, big guy," you snorted, setting down another sandwich in front of him. 

He pumped his fist. "Another victorious win."

You dusted your hands and leaned on the kitchen island. 

"We can't pressure him. That'll only make him retreat,” you mused. “I just hope he doesn't not trust us or anything."

"Nah," Eddie assured around a mouthful of sandwich. "Maybe he's just not a birthday kinda guy."

The 733i pulled into the driveway, engine shortly cutting out. Then you heard Steve's footsteps up to the door and the key turning in the lock. 

"Honey, you're home!" Eddie called gleefully. 

Steve looked up, startled, then relaxed when he realized it was you two. 

"Oh, hey. Robin said you came by. Sorry I missed you—Keith put me on this stupid delivery thing."

"No prob," Eddie said, rising and wiping his hands on his jeans. "We'd much rather have your undivided attention, hot stuff."

Before Steve could remove his uniform, Eddie pulled him into a deep kiss, hands sliding into the seat pockets of Steve's jeans. Steve stumbled from the intensity, clinging to Eddie's shoulders. He melted instantly. Eddie cupped the back of Steve's neck, coaxing out a whine. 

"Eds," you groaned. “Come on.”

Steve, puffy-lipped and dazed, watched you with wide eyes as Eddie kept him near. 

"What? Too much?" 

"At least let him sit down before you suck face," you chided, pulling out a chair. 

"Was just doing the sweet lovin' bit," Eddie mumbled. 

Steve eagerly turned to you, clearly hoping for a match in affection. You gave in a little, since he'd had a bad day, but it was important to save the main goods for the interrogation. 

"Eat," you ordered after pressing a few quick kisses to his lips. "Robin said you missed lunch."

"Snitch," he sighed, picking up the sandwich. "Wasn't that big of a deal."

"You already don't eat breakfast as often as you should. Do I need to come down here and force feed you pancakes every morning?" 

"Well." Steve swallowed. "Not gonna say no."

“You are so lucky you’re cute.”

“How ‘bout me, baby?” Eddie beamed. “Am I cute too?”

“Oh, the cutest,” you cooed, pulling him down by his leather jacket collar and nipping playfully at his lips. 

“Tease,” he complained. 

“We’ll get there.” 

Soon, Steve was down to the crusts of his sandwich. You propped yourself on your elbows, smiling sweetly.

“Want another? Or I can make you something else?”

Steve blinked, toast crumbs on his mouth. “I’m okay, baby. Thank you.”

Phase two. Eddie leapt up to herd Steve over to the couch under the guise of “helping” him take off his uniform. After washing and putting the plate back in the cupboard, you joined them, taking Steve’s other side. The TV was on, turned down low. Eddie gently finger-combed through the slight tangles in Steve’s hair. His lids had started to droop. You pressed a kiss behind Steve’s ear, cupping his chin. Then you traced the freckles on his collarbone, just resting your lips on him. He leaned into your touch.

“Everything okay, sweetie?” you asked mildly, not breaking your movements.

“Hmm? Yeah, everything’s fine,” Steve answered drowsily. 

“Work’s okay?” 

“Work’s fine. Jus’ today was a pain.”

“Buckley mentioned you haven’t been feeling your best,” Eddie said. 

“Oh. Um, I dunno. I'm fine, really."

You glanced at Eddie, who nodded. Steve's hand was on your hip; not wanting anything, just feeling you. 

"We heard it's your birthday soon."

The hand stiffened. You remained wrapped around Steve, wanting to keep the atmosphere light. 

"Yeah," Steve admitted. "It is."

You kissed his cheek. “Did you wanna do anything for it?”

Steve shrugged shyly. “We don’t have to.”

“We want to,” Eddie said. “If you want to.”

Steve sat up, not looking at either of you. Meticulously, he cracked his knuckles, shoulders tense.

“‘S just, I never really celebrated my birthday. My… my dad said it was stupid to put so much on a day that comes every year. Said I didn't deserve it, most years. But he always wanted a gift for his birthday.”

You and Eddie stayed quiet, waiting for Steve to finish. He moved from his knuckles to a healing cut on his thumb, picking at it.

“I don’t think Tommy H even knew when my birthday was.” He laughed, but it sounded more like a choke. “I guess he wasn’t really a birthday guy either. He took Carol to the lake for her birthday, I remember.”

“We can go someplace for your birthday,” offered Eddie. “Take my van. I’ll even let ya sit up front, since you’d be the birthday boy and all.”

“No, no,” Steve scoffed. “Oh my God, no, that’d be dumb. Not–not that going someplace with you guys is dumb, just that making a big deal about it now would be dumb. I don’t want you guys to have to plan around my birthday.”

You put your hand on Steve’s before he tore his cuticle picking the cut. He looked at you and tried for a smile. 

“Plus I didn’t give you a heads up or anything," he continued. "It’d be pretty much impossible to do something now.”

“That’s not—”

“Okay,” you cut Eddie off. “Okay, Steve. If you don’t want to do anything, we won’t. We were just wondering is all.”

He nodded, sucking on his lower lip. Eddie shot you a look behind Steve’s back. You held up a hand, shaking your head. 

"Cool. Yeah, it’d just be too much work anyway. I get it. I’m gonna, um, shower. We can watch a movie…?”

You kissed Steve’s lips with a smile. “Think it’s Eddie’s turn to pick.”

He groaned. “Okay, but not Star Wars again. I can recite practically every line at this point.”

“A New Hope is peak cinema,” Eddie informed him. “But whatever. I suppose I can scrounge up something else.”

He waited until Steve disappeared down the hall before pouncing on you.

“What was that, baby?” he whined. “Pretty sure you made his hair deflate.”

“We’re going to give Steve a birthday he’ll never forget. And it couldn’t be a surprise if I told him, could it?”

Eddie’s lips spread into a slow grin. “Was this your plan all along?”

“I had to make sure Steve didn’t genuinely want a party,” you explained. “But I think it’s pretty clear he does. He’s just guilty about it.”

“That was some messed up shit his dad pulled,” Eddie sighed. 

Steve didn’t like talking about his family much. They were usually away, including this month. You and Eddie slept over when they were gone—Steve hated being alone in his house.

The shower turned on. You leaned into Eddie, arms around his neck.

“So whaddya say, Eds? Ready to throw our boyfriend the best surprise party ever?”

“I’m following your lead, baby,” he said, bowing to meet your lips. “Let’s do it.”

This was not a good idea.

“Steve said not to break into his house again, Eds. That’s, like, his only rule.”

“This isn’t breaking in! We have keys. Besides, how can we keep this a surprise if we barge in like we own the place?”

“I don’t understand why we can’t just ask him his size.”

Eddie slid open the top dresser drawer. He rifled through socks for a moment, then moved on. 

“Don’t you know it’s rude to ask a man for his measurements?” he grinned. “And you need the pictures for the video.”

“Well, hurry up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You heard the front door open. Eddie froze.

“Shit,” you hissed. “Shit, shit.”

“I thought he wasn’t gonna be back till four. What do we do?” Eddie hissed.

“Okay, it’s fine,” you whispered. “I’ll distract him. Work fast.”

You hurried out to the hall, quietly shutting Steve’s bedroom door behind you. Steve was poking around in the fridge. Maybe you could hide? The drapes were long enough, right? Or behind the TV…

“Holy fuck!”

The bottles on the fridge door rattled as Steve flinched upon seeing you. He slammed the door too hard. 

“Y/N, Jesus Christ. What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today.”

Steve had wanted to hang out today. You’d made up an excuse about housework. Eddie had faked pneumonia.

“H-hey, Steve. I was—I am busy. But, um… I needed a pan! A frying pan. Mine broke.”

He tilted his head. “You came to my house to steal a pan?”

“Yep. I reeeally need to fry stuff. Plus your mom buys the best cookware.”

“Uh… okay. Well, since you’re here, did you wanna do something? Eddie’s sick so I was thinking we could get lunch and bring it to him.”

You winced. Why did he have to be so sweet?

“I can’t. Any other day I would but I–I shouldn’t even be here, really. I’m sorry, baby.”

“Oh.” Steve nodded. You could tell he was trying not to look too dejected. Fuck.

“I’m sorry,” you said again.

“No, hey, you have things to do. I don’t expect you to drop it all for me.”

God, those big eyes were brutal. But you had to stick it out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Steve asked, half smiling. “Try not to break my mom’s kitchen.”

He started to walk toward the hall. You raced to block him.

“Wait! Where are you going?” 

Steve squinted. “I’m going to my room?”

“Your room?” you said loudly. “Steve is going to his room.”

“Y/N, are you feeling okay? Eddie said he has pneumonia. You didn’t catch anything, did you?”

“I feel fine, Steve. Are you sure you wanna go to your room?”

“Considering my clothes are in there, ideally, yes.”

“Cosmopolitan says changing in different rooms can be empowering.”

“Y/N,” he sighed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing! What if your room is haunted?”

“What?”

You took Steve by his wrists and dragged him back to the island.

“Maybe you can try changing in the kitchen,” you shouted at the bedroom.

“Honey, you’re kinda freaking me out.”

“I–” 

Eddie peeked around the corner, waving. He gave you a thumbs up. You jumped, causing Steve to look truly concerned.

“I,” you began. “Love you! Stevie, baby, I love you. You’re a dream. Keep it tight.”

“Huh?”

You kissed his cheek and backed towards the front door. 

“Gotta go!”

“What about your pan?” he called.

“Eggs are overrated!” you rushed out, closing the door.

You bolted down the block where Eddie had parked, cutting through a neighbor’s lawn. Eddie was already in the van, engine running.

“You’d better have gotten those pictures,” you panted. “I ran.”

“Your efforts were not in vain, baby. Great vamping, by the way. You lost me with the haunted room, though.”

“Please drive. I can’t believe there isn’t a single brain cell among the three of us.”

“There is,” Eddie said. “‘S just Steve has it this week.”

“Call Dustin. We’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

“Does anybody have any questions?”

“I have a question,” said Max, raising her hand. “Who the hell is that?”

“This is Spider,” Eddie introduced. “He’s the one letting me borrow his projector and screen for the party.”

“Whassup, dawg?” Spider nodded, piercings glinting as he did so.

“You have a projector guy?” asked Robin. 

“I know people,” Eddie defended. “I met Spider at one of my performances.”

“This dude shreds on guitar,” Spider said, then turned to you. “You’re a very lucky woman. I wish you all a lifetime of happiness.”

“Thanks, Spider.” You smiled awkwardly. “Okay, aside from Eddie's friend, any other questions?”

“How long am I keeping Steve occupied?” Robin asked.

“At least until eight. If you need an excuse, I can—”

“No, no,” she grinned, looking too pleased. “I’ll figure something out.” 

“O…kay. Dustin, you know what you’re doing?”

“Absolutely,” he said, giving a thumbs up. “And here’s the tape.”

He handed you the video. You took it eagerly.

“Awesome. Now look: ultimately this is to give Steve a great birthday. So let’s focus on that, okay?”

“This is really cool what you’re doing, Y/N,” Lucas decided. 

“It also helps that Steve’s no longer a douche,” added Mike.

“Hey,” scolded Eddie. “Watch it, Wheeler.”

“Uh, fellas?” said Robin, who had one of the curtains parted. “Did anybody tell Steve to come over?”

“What?” you yelped, rushing to the window. “Eds, did he call you?”

“Not since yesterday, baby. Gave the pneumatic performance of a lifetime.”

“Shit, shit. Okay, this is fine. It’s fine. Eddie, you’ve just gotta make him go away.”

“What? I’m supposed to be bedridden.”

“I’m sorry, honey, but you gotta. We’re at your trailer. It’ll look suspicious if I come out. Just pretend you’re getting better.”

“I’m no good at lying,” he whined. “Especially not to those baby browns. He’ll see right through me, sweetheart.”

“No, brother, you’ve totally got this,” said Spider. “Treat him like an old Fender. Gentle, but firm.”

Knock! Knock! 

“It’s okay,” you added. “It’s only until the end of the week. Here.”

You threw a knitted throw around Eddie’s shoulders. 

“What do I even say?” he whispered.

“You’ve been dating for three months,” Robin hissed. “It’s Steve.”

“I don’t need that attitude, Buckley.”

“Eddie?” came Steve’s voice. “Babe, you there?”

Eddie hacked a cough, jiggling the lock.

“Here,” he croaked, pulling open the door. “Steve?” 

“Hey," Steve said brightly. "How do you feel?”

“Uh, sick,” Eddie started weakly. “S-so sick. Achoo!”

“Oh.” You winced at Steve’s soft tone. “Okay, that’s cool. I was just—sorry, this is silly but uh, Y/N’s been acting really weird and I dunno, I just haven’t seen you guys much this week. Are we good? That night, with the birthday thing…”

“Yes!” Eddie blurted too loud. “Everything’s good. Everything’s amazing. We haven’t even thought about your birthday.”

Ouch. You didn’t have to see Steve’s face to know what a crash and burn that was.

“Oh. Uh, right. So…” You heard the front steps creak. “Wait, whose bikes are those?”

“What?” Eddie squeaked. “Oh, p-probably some kids left 'em. You know kids, always leaving their shit everywhere.”

“That one kinda looks like Dustin’s…”

“Nope, don’t think so!”

“Eds,” Steve sighed. “I don’t know what’s going on with you and Y/N but, like, I wish you’d talk to me instead of making things up. Y/N said she needed to borrow a pan and Robin’s been acting super weird this week. Dustin won’t even come into the store. Everybody’s walking on eggshells around me and—”

He stopped, eyes wide. Eddie pulled the throw tighter.

“Are you… are you guys breaking up with me?”

“What? No! God no, Steve, we’re not breaking up with you. It’s just—we’re just…”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, hopeful.

“...Busy,” Eddie finished lamely. “Really busy.”

“And sick,” Steve said coldly. “Right.”

“Baby…”

“No, it’s—” Steve held up a hand. “It’s fine. Whatever. I’ll see you later. Or not. Tell Dustin hi.”

You covered your face with your hands when the door slammed. It took Steve less than a minute to leave, his car soon rolling out of the park. 

“Munson. Dude. No bueno,” Spider said, eyes wide. 

“I know!” he cried, tearing the throw off. “Fuck, I know, I know, it was terrible. I’m terrible. And so close to his birthday, God…”

“No, no. Eds, I haven’t been much better,” you said. “I was so caught up in keeping this a surprise…” 

And now Steve didn’t even want to see you.

“It’s okay, guys,” Dustin assured. “Steve’ll forgive you once it comes together.”

“He was so hurt,” Eddie cringed. “God, maybe we should just call it off.”

“No,” Robin said firmly. “No way. I have covered for that dingus too many times to let it all go to shit. He’s head over heels for you both. He’ll understand.”

You turned to Eddie with a frown. He pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head.

“Whaddya think, Eddie?”

“I think Buckley’s right, sweetheart. Steve’ll understand. He’s just taking it hard ‘cause it’s his birthday.”

“Yeah?”

“I hope so,” he chuckled. “Or I’ll have faked pneumonia for nothing. Plus think about how worth it it’ll be to see the look on his face.”

Eddie was right. Steve deserved this. He deserved a birthday to remember. You had to pull through.

“Okay,” you said. “What time does Party City close?”

“Can I have a taste? Pleeeaaase?”

“For the thousandth time, no!” You moved the mixing bowl away from Eddie’s wandering hands. “You’ll have some soon enough. Why don’t you help the kids with the decorations?”

“I was actually banned from the yard, if you can believe it. Apparently there is such a thing as too many balloons.”

You rolled your eyes. “Take a brownie. One. As compensation.”

Eddie happily took the confection, immediately getting fudge icing and sprinkles on his nose. He took a bite and groaned, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. 

“Shit, these are good, baby. He’s gonna love these.”

“Yeah? It’s a new recipe.”

“Hell yeah, angel. Are you gonna make these for my birthday?”

“If you’re good,” you winked, wiping frosting from his lip. “Here, help me decorate the cake. This one’s cooled.”

You had smoothly iced the top of the red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. In delicate cursive, you’d already written Happy birthday with blue icing. You handed Eddie the piping bag.

“Here, write his name.”

“Shit, okay, I got this.”

Eddie took the bag with both hands, sticking his tongue out in concentration. His aim wasn’t as careful as yours, so the message ended up saying Happy birthday, sTeVE baBY!!!

“Hm. Think he’ll be able to tell who wrote what?” 

You bit your lip, leaning into his chest. 

“That’s okay, honey. Adds personality. Now, please.” You took the piping bag back. “Please go make sure Spider and the kids aren’t tearing up the Harringtons’ lawn.”

“Very well. I shall return,” he said in his best dungeon master voice. “Save me a cupcake!”

You put the last layer of the birthday cake into the oven. Then the phone rang. 

“Harrington residence.”

“Hey there, best girlfriend in the world,” came Robin’s voice. “Are you guys almost done setting up?” 

“Almost,” you said, checking the clock. “Give us another half hour. Everything okay with Steve?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. I jimmied the lock to the supply closet and made him think he’s locked in.”

“You what?”

“It’s fine!” she insisted. “He’s just pissed. He’s not, like, having a breakdown or anything.”

“Robin,” you sighed. “That’s not what I meant when I said keep him at work.”

“No, it’s cool. He’s—oh, he’s trying to kick down the door. Gotta go. We’ll be there in thirty minutes!”

Thirty minutes passed in a blur. Spider, oddities aside, got the projector running smoothly. You gave him a half dozen cupcakes and twenty bucks. He bowed deeply, kissed Eddie’s rings, and left. Joyce Byers had generously helped you with the dinner, and as soon as the cake was complete, you warmed the chicken.

“He’s here!” came Will’s voice, who’d been assigned lookout. “He’s here! Places, guys.”

Everyone filed out to the backyard. You and Dustin turned on the projector while Eddie and the others pulled out the screen. You heard them walk through the pool gate with Robin talking louder than usual to signal her entrance. 

“...Keith definitely needs to get those locks changed,” Steve was saying.

“You’re so right. We’ll call him first thing tomorrow. Or maybe you could be less of a dingus and not get locked in next time.”

“I have never gotten locked in before! Robin, why won’t you let me inside my house?”

"It's a secret," she grinned. 

"Robin, look, I really don't feel up to this. My week has kinda been a bummer and—"

"Steve.” She turned his head to the screen. "Just watch."

The projector clicked on, tape rolling. The screen was blank for a moment before switching to the video.

“What am I saying?” Max had been impatient when you’d caught her after school to record her part.

“It’s his birthday. Say what you’d tell him on his birthday,” you urged from behind the camera.

She looked at the camera, sighing.

“Fine. Hi, Steve. Uh, happy birthday. You’re twenty, right? Practically an old man. Don’t break a hip. Somebody’s gotta watch out for us shitheads.” She smiled then, rolling her eyes. “Guess you’re alright, though. Happy birthday.”

“Hi, Steve.” Joyce Byers sweetly waved at the camera. “Y/N and Eddie are here. They asked me to say a few words to you on your birthday. You guys are such dolls.”

“Mrs. Byers—” you said offscreen. “If you could talk to Steve…?” 

“Oh, right. Steve, I know we don’t know each other well, but I’ve heard a lot about you and how you’ve grown into a very nice young man. Thank you for keeping my sons safe, and for protecting the kids. Happy birthday!”

Steve stared, eyebrows to his hairline. His lips were parted, eyes never leaving the screen as Robin herded him into a chair. 

“Steve, buddy, hi!” Dustin beamed on screen. “You’re turning twenty, that’s awesome! Um, I wanna say that you’re really cool and you’re like one of my best friends now. Also, Y/N and Eddie did all this and they’re awesome. Please don’t be mad at them for being weird this week—they’ve just been planning hard for your party.”

The others had begun to trickle out of hiding. You and Eddie were slow in joining, not wanting to interrupt the video. 

“Harrington,” came Hopper’s firm voice. “Heard you’re turning twenty. I better not get any calls about being drunk and disorderly.” His expression softened into what could almost be called a smile. He nodded at you and Eddie behind the camera. “Glad you’ve found a better crowd to run with. Happy birthday.”

You stepped out fully. Steve’s gaze landed on you and Eddie. His eyes were glassy.

“Happy birthday, Steve,” El, Lucas, and Mike yelled. “Hope it’s awesome!” she added.

“Hey,” you whispered. 

“Hey,” Steve said, equally as soft. “How did—what—”

“Happy birthday, dingus!” Robin sang on film. “Okay, wait. Look at them for a second.” She shifted the camera around, panning it around to you and Eddie. 

“Robin!” you squealed on camera, trying to push it back around. “Speak to him!”

“No, you guys should get a feature too. Steve, these two love you so much and you’d better not fuck it up because they really are the best.” 

She turned it back to her, smiling. 

“Now I’ll say my piece: you’re my best friend. Not to get sappy and shit, but you’re a good guy and you deserve good things. Happy birthday.”

The tape rolled to a stop. You held your breath. A tear slipped down Steve’s cheek. Eddie was quick to swipe it away from his thumb.

“Babe,” Eddie murmured. “Is–is this okay?”

“Okay?” Steve choked. “Okay?”

“We know,” Eddie continued, grimacing, “that we’ve been acting fucking weird but only because we wanted this to be a surprise. We’re real sorry, babe.”

“Don’t—Jesus, don’t be sorry—” Steve gasped, stumbling forward. 

He threw both arms over you and Eddie. You hugged him back hard, kissing his shoulder. 

“Happy birthday, big guy,” Eddie said.

“We love you so much,” you added. “Happy birthday, Stevie.”

“You guys did this all for me? I thought…shit.” 

Steve sniffed, rubbing his eyes. Eddie kissed him first, then you went. Steve gasped into your mouth, overwhelmed.

“You okay?” you murmured, cupping his cheeks. “Not too much?”

“No. It’s perfect. It’s—God, a single cupcake would’ve been great. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“We wanted to! We love you! I love Steve Harrington and Y/N L/N!” Eddie shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Eds,” you scolded laughingly, tugging his arm. “You’ll wake the neighbors, quit!”

Eddie pulled Steve in by his waist.  

"Let 'em complain. Our favorite guy's birthday is today."

You led Steve and the others back into the house. There, you began to dish out the food. Steve stayed close as you and Eddie helped the kids serve themselves. The dining room had been decorated with pictures of Steve. With you, with Eddie, with Robin, at school, in the summer, whatever photos you could find. 

“These were what we had to get a few days ago,” you explained. 

“That’s why a bunch of photos are missing from my room,” Steve said. 

“Yeah, Eddie’s no James Bond, clearly,” you laughed. “But we… well, we made the theme Memory. ‘Cause you haven’t really had any good birthdays. So we hope this’ll start a new line of memories.”

Steve bit his lip, rubbing his eye.

“Please don’t cry, handsome,” Eddie pleaded, wiping another stray tear from Steve’s cheek. “This is supposed to be happy.”

"No, I am happy. You two always bring life into this house," Steve murmured. "You make it feel like home."

You covered the pans and pulled your boys near. 

"Well, we can do this as much as you want. Eddie and I will cook anytime you like, honey."

"I cooked," Eddie said proudly. "I also did some decorating. Shit, your present!"

Steve's eyes widened. "My present? This wasn't it?" 

"No, duh. We had to get you a gift, obviously."

"You didn't have to—" 

"But we wanted to," you interrupted, silencing Steve with a kiss. "Will you let us spoil you?" 

Eddie gave Steve a gift bag stuffed with his favorite newspaper funnies. 

"A jacket?” Steve gasped. "Eddie, it’s…”

"Now we can match," Eddie said giddily. "Y/N has jeans to complete the set."

Eddie had customized the back of the jacket with a mix of his, yours, and Steve's favorite patches. On the sleeve it said bestest birthday boy!!!! He'd also patched on a heart that said S.H. hearts E.M. + Y.N.

"You looked so good in Eddie's vest," you slyly grinned. “Hawkins won’t survive with you killing in denim.”

"Okay, well, I hope you know you're only giving me a giant ego, so," Steve announced. 

"It's your birthday," Eddie shrugged. "We can afford it."

"Hey, are we eating or what!" shouted Dustin. 

"Eat, eat, we'll be there in a sec," you called back. 

"Probably making out in the kitchen," you heard Robin mutter. 

Steve took your and Eddie's hands in his. He sniffed, smiling wide. 

"Thank you. Really. This is—this is the most special thing anybody's ever done for me."

"Good," you said, kissing his temple. "You deserve this and more."

"Yeah, and just so you know," Eddie added. "This is only the beginning. Now that we know your birthday, you're not escaping us, Harrington."

"Oh?" Steve laughed bashfully, apple-cheeked and glowing. "How on earth are you gonna top this one?"

You and Eddie grinned at each other.

"It’s a surprise.”

[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.”

[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.

[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.

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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."

[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.

[geekfanficwriter]

Just Like Heaven- Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: After you and your boyfriend, Eddie, break up, you realise you like someone else, your best friend, Robin. Words: 4.6k Warnings: slight angst, coming out, reader can be read as either bi or a lesbian

You sat at the table you’d set up in your trailer. The two plates of food and the candles. The only thing missing was the other person. Your boyfriend, Eddie, hadn’t shown up. He was meant to be here two hours ago but he hadn’t bothered to show. The worst part was from your own trailer you could see his and you could see he was home. But he was probably with her. You loved Chrissy, she was kind and sweet and you got on well with her. But you didn’t like how you were slowly being phased out for her. You and Eddie hardly hung out anymore, before you would spend nearly every day together but aside from school, you hadn’t seen him in weeks. You sighed, you knew your two coworkers and best friends would be just closing up work so you walked over to the phone and dialled the number for the video store. It rang for a few moments before it was answered.

‘Hi, this is Family Video, we're currently closed, please call back later.’ Steve said through the phone.

‘It’s me, Steve.’ You responded.

‘Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up? Thought you and Eddie were having dinner?’ 

‘So did I but apparently, he didn’t. Anyway, I could probably divide the food between three, so can you and Robin come over?’ 

‘Um, yeah we were just closing up so we’ll be there in 15 or so?’ 

‘Yeah, I’ll see you guys then.’ 

‘Cool, see you.’ You hung up the phone and grabbed another plate out of the cupboard, dividing up the two plates in front of you into three before reheating the food. You eventually heard a knock at the door and opened it up to see Robin and Steve standing there.

‘Hey, we bought your favourite movie.’ Robin said holding up the VHS in her hand.

‘Thanks, you guys are the best friends.’ You said hugging them as they entered your trailer. You handed them both plates and the three of you sat down on the couch to watch the movie.

After the movie, the three of you sat around laughing and joking. You were starting to feel better when you heard a knock at the door. You looked between Robin and Steve before standing up.

‘Please tell me you invited Dustin over.’ You looked over a Steve who shook his head. You sighed and opened the door to see Eddie standing there. You walked out of your trailer, closing the door behind you before crossing your arms and looking at him.

‘Hey, I’m so sorry. I just got caught up with stuff.’ He apologised, running his hand through his hair.

‘Chrissy. You got caught up with Chrissy.’ You corrected him.

‘Yeah, but it was just a deal, no big deal. We can still hang.’ He looked at you sweetly with his big brown eyes but you looked away, not wanting to give in.

‘A deal that lasted 6 hours? Do you actually think you’re that smart or that I’m that dumb?’ You scoffed at him.

‘No, I don’t it’s just- I was- it’s just you know-‘ He stumbled over his words.

‘It’s just that we’re over Eddie. I’m going to go spend time with the people that actually care about me.’ You told him. He tried to respond but you walked back into your trailer and took one look at Robin and Steve before breaking down in tears.

It had been a month and a half since you and Eddie had broken up and you hadn’t spoken to him since. He had tried to talk to you but you brushed him off. You were sad about losing your friendships with the other guys in Hellfire but it was just the cost of them being your boyfriend’s friends. You pretty much spent all your time with Robin and Steve, more so with Robin as the two of you were in school together. You enjoyed your time with Robin. You guys had been friends before but you pretty much only spent time with them at work, and your free time spent with Eddie. You realised that before you’d been kind of a shitty friend, not actually hanging out with them properly but you were determined to be a good friend and make sure you spent more time with them. 

You were currently sitting at the band lunch table with Robin. You had started sitting there after you and Eddie had broken up. You didn’t really know any of the others but they had been okay with you joining them.

‘It’s just such a good book. I mean Burgess does such a good job at showing the true dystopia of the control of humanity and the movie is so good as well. It is so well done plus I feel like the 70s interior design in the films really adds to the dystopian vibe somehow. I think it’s the contrast of these bold designs to the true horror on screen.’ You listened to Robin ramble about her favourite film of the week.

‘We can watch A Clockwork Orange at our movie night tomorrow.’ You say as you pick at your food.

‘Oh my god, yes, oh but I’ll just talk through the whole thing because I’ll just get excited about it.’ She said looking down.

‘That’s fine. I like to hear you talk. I mean Steve will get annoyed, oh but he can’t make it tomorrow, he mentioned it but I forgot, so it’s not big deal.’ You shrug. You did like hearing her talk, you liked how passionate she was about stuff and how she could just talk for hours. And she always looked so cute when she did. Wait, cute, you thought Robin was cute? You felt a feeling grow in your chest. It was the exact same feeling you felt when you started crushing on Eddie. Oh my god, you had a crush on Robin. 

You practically burst through the door of Family Video as Steve looked up in shock.

‘Robin isn’t here right?’ You asked him as you swung your legs over the counter, throwing your bag down on the floor and grabbing your vest from under the counter where you kept it.

‘No, you know she’s not working today, what’s up with you?’ He asked looking at you concerned.

‘I’m really confused, Steve. I have no idea what to do and I need your help.’ You placed your head in your hands and sighed.

‘Okay, um. Don’t get back with Eddie.’ Steve nodded and you looked at him disgusted.

‘Ew, no. That’s over. It’s that I- well I- I think I have a crush on Robin.’ You blurt out, not looking at Steve.

‘You like girls?’ You could hear the shock in his voice but you still didn’t look at him.

‘Yes, no, I don’t know. I’m really confused, Steve. I just know that when I think about Robin I get this feeling in my stomach that I’ve only ever felt before with Eddie. I mean I always thought she was pretty, like when we worked at Scoops I thought she looked so good in the uniform but I figured that was like some sort of jealousy that she could pull off that hideous outfit but now I think it wasn’t jealousy, it was a crush. I mean she’s so beautiful and funny and smart and just perfect but I’ve never even looked at a girl that way before but maybe I have, I don’t know, it’s just-‘ Steve cuts you off by placing both his hands on either side of you and looking at you.

‘Stop talking, seriously.’ The serious look on his face makes you laugh as he moves away from you, going to scan some returns that had come in earlier. 

‘Look, I don’t know how much I can help you. But I will say this, I care for Robin a lot and I know you do too, so don’t do anything until you’re certain because I don’t care that you're also my best friend, you use her as some sort of experiment and then leave her, I’ll kill you.’ Steve warns you and you can tell he’s serious.

‘I would never do that Steve.’ You say earnestly. You would never want to hurt Robin, even unintentionally which is why you came to Steve first because you knew if you kept this bottled up, you’d just keep going over it in your head until you exploded.

‘I know you wouldn’t, I trust you. But before you even figure out if you like Robin, you need to figure out if you even like girls. And you also need to restock these videos.’ Steve hands you the pile and nods, taking the videos over to the various shelves, deep in thought. How do you figure out if you like girls?

You weren’t listening to a word Robin was saying or focusing on the movie. Instead, you had spent the last hour just staring at her. She looked so beautiful from the side and you had to resist the urge to reach out and trace your fingers along her jaw. You really had to resist the urge to not lean over and kiss her jaw when she stretched her neck at one point. You knew you shouldn’t be staring at her, you should at least pretend to focus on the movie but it was like the floodgates had opened and now all you wanted was her. You saw a hand waving in front of your face and you blinked snapping out your thoughts. You saw Robin looking at you confused. 

‘Umm, are you okay? You’re not paying attention to the movie. If you’re not enjoying it, we can turn it off.’ Robin said, concern on her face.

‘No, I love both the movie and the book, Rob. I’m just in my own head.’ You told her.

‘Oh, is it anything I help with?’ Robin said turning to face you and crossing her legs on your couch.

‘No, I don’t think there’s anything you can do. I’ve just got to work it out.’ You shrugged. You weren’t going to admit to Robin that you were pretty sure you were crushing on her. 

‘Are you sure? Even if I can’t help, I can just listen if you want.’ She reached out and rubbed your arm to comfort you and you felt goosebumps appear on your skin where she touched.

‘It’s nothing. But thanks for being a good friend.’ You reach over and wrap your arms around her. She hugs you back, rubbing your back as she did. You try not to focus on the smell of her hair as you hug her, ignoring the feeling growing in your stomach at the feeling of her hands on you. You eventually pulled away and smiled looking into her eyes. You had to resist the urge to lean back in and kiss her as you looked into her eyes. Instead, you completely pulled back, flopping down on the couch, taking great interest in trying to get the last few popped popcorn kernels out of the bowl in front of you.

‘Hey, is it alright if I stay tonight? I need a ride into work tomorrow and Steve has stuff to do before his shift so I thought I could stay here and then you could give me a ride?’

‘Umm, yeah that’s fine.’ You gulp. Tomorrow was your day off but you didn’t mind giving her a ride to work, the problem was sharing a bed with her. You didn’t know how to act normal when you were sleeping in a bed next to her. It wasn’t as if you’d never shared a bed before, Robin had stayed over 100s of times before, but this was different. You were crushing on her now and you didn’t know how to act. How could you lie next to her the whole night without acting on your feelings?

Robin got out of your car and headed into Family Video where Steve was already behind the counter. She waved as she walked behind the counter.

‘So how was movie night last night?’ Steve asked as he leaned against the counter.

‘Weird. Y/N was really weird last night.’ Robin frowned as started typing the returns into the computer.

‘Really what was she doing?’ Steve says looking at Robin with concern./

‘I don’t know, she was just completely tuned out and then she kept staring at me. Then I stayed over which I’ve done before and she got into bed and lay there like a brick not moving at all.’ Robin looked at Steve with a frown and Steve almost felt guilty for a moment for not telling Robin what you had told him.

‘Maybe she’s got something going on? Why don’t you talk to her and ask?’

‘I did but she just said it was nothing!’ Robin exclaimed. ‘I’m worried she found out that I have a crush on her and now she doesn’t want anything to do with me.’ 

‘Wait, you have a crush on Y/N?’ Steve exclaims. ‘I thought you liked Vickie?’ He had no idea that Robin had liked you but it all made sense. She acted differently around you than she did anyone else. Now he knew that both his best friend’s liked each other but didn’t know what to do.

‘I thought I liked Vickie but that was just a crush, with Y/N, it’s different. I can’t stop thinking about her and when I’m with her I feel all light and airy.’ Steve nods, he definitely understood that feeling.

‘Are you going to tell her?’ Steve asked leaning against the counter.

‘Absolutely not. I mean she’s straight for one thing and for another we work together and she’s one of my closest friends so I don’t want to mess things up with her.’ Robin frowned. She wished you would tell her the truth about what was going on with you. It felt like you didn’t trust her and she hated that idea.

You sat on the steps of your trailer smoking a cigarette. Your dad was at work and your mom was out with friends so you were alone. You’d also been avoiding Robin for a few days. Ever since the movie night, you’d gone out of your way to not speak to her at school and when you’d had shifts with her you interacted with her as little as possible. It pained you to see the upset look on her face when you avoided her but you didn’t know what you were meant to say to her now. You’d accepted that your crush on her wasn’t just a passing fancy, that it was real and you did like her. Except, now you had to figure out what to do and how to act around her. Until you did that though you were avoiding her. /

You looked up when you saw that Eddie had come out of his trailer. He was another person you were avoiding, although you didn’t feel as guilty about that one. You hadn’t seen him with Chrissy since the two of you had ended things. If fact the two of them seemed to be completely avoiding each other as well. You felt yourself tense as you saw Eddie was heading your way. You felt like quickly stubbing out your cigarette and running inside but he knew you’d seen him. 

‘Hey.’ He said once he was in front of you.

‘Hi.’ You said not looking at him. He sat down next to you, lighting up his own cigarette and taking a drag.

‘I miss you.’ Eddie eventually said and you snorted. How could he say that to you after what he did? 

‘I missed you when you ignored me while were dating. I got over that feeling, you will do.’ You said, keeping your voice as neutral as possible.

‘I’m sorry for that.’ You glanced over at him and you saw tears welling in his big brown eyes. You looked away. 

‘What do you want, Eddie?’ You sighed.

‘I want you to hear me out. I thought I wanted Chrissy but the truth is, I didn’t. I was just scared about how much I loved you and I pushed you away. The second you weren’t there I was miserable, I have been miserable since we ended things. So please, please give me a second chance.’  He begged you, reaching over and gripping your hands. Your head was reeling. You had moved on and now Eddie was back.

‘Eddie, I’m sorry but I like someone else.’ You say pulling your hands away from his.

‘I- what? Who?’ Eddie ran his fingers through his hair.

‘It doesn’t matter Eddie. Even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t take you back. I could never trust you again.’ You took a final drag from your cigarette and stubbed it out on the step beneath you, throwing the butt on the floor and standing up.

‘Is it Steve?’ He asked eventually.

‘No, it’s not Steve.’ You frown.

‘Well, the only two people I’ve ever seen you with are him and Robin, and it’s not like you have a thing for Buckley.’ Eddie snorts. You tense, before opening the door to your trailer.

‘Don’t bother me again, Eddie.’ You step inside your trailer and slam the door behind you. You sigh, leaning against the door. Why did he have to bother you now? You heard a knock at the door and let out an annoyed groan.

‘I thought I told you- oh Robin.’ You say throwing the door open and seeing Robin standing there, her bike leaning against the side of your trailer.

‘Why have you been avoiding me?’ She says pushing her way into your trailer. ‘Because we’re meant to be best friends but now you don’t even talk to me and I’ve been wondering what I’ve done because I miss you a lot.’ Robin spits out without taking a breath. You look at her and feel incredibly guilty for avoiding her, the sad look in her beautiful blue eyes breaking your heart.

‘Robin.’ You say reaching out and taking her hands in your own. ‘I’m so sorry. You haven’t done anything wrong, I’ve just been dealing with something and because of that I avoided you.’ 

‘What is it? I can help you if you tell me what it is.’ She looks deeply into your eyes and you felt your heart swell.

‘I can’t tell you, Robbie, I’m not ready yet. But I’ve been a terrible friend and I’m sorry. And I promise it’s nothing you’ve done.’ 

‘Of course, I totally understand. If you ever want to talk about it, I’ll be there.’ She pulls you into a hug and you wrap your arms around her waist. She strokes your hair as she hugs you and you relaxed in her arms, feeling a feeling of comfort wash over you. She pulls away from you slightly and you lift your head up off her shoulder, looking into her eyes. You start to lean in your heart beating loudly but at the last second, fear takes over and you kiss her cheek instead. You pull away from her, running a hand through your hair.

‘Umm, I’m going to go now.’ Robin stuttered out. Heading towards your door and pulling it open.

‘Yeah, I’ll see you around.’ You wave awkwardly.

‘Bye.’ She muttered out practically running out of your trailer and jumping on her bike. Well, if things weren’t awkward before, they’re definitely going to be awkward now. /

Steve was tired. For the past week, you and Robin had both been avoiding each other. You were both asking him to switch shifts so you didn’t have to see each other. The worst part was neither of you would tell him what had happened. But with the extra work, combined with his two best friends avoiding each other, he was exhausted. So, he orchestrated a plan. You and he were working this evening but he had called Robin saying you were feeling ill and he needed her to fill in. She had agreed and his plan was set in motion. 

He greeted you when he came in and then told you some tapes in the back needed sorting. You agreed and headed through to the back, sorting out the tapes that were piled up. A few moments later Robin walked in and Steve gave her the same story, so she headed through to the back room as well. As soon as she stepped in, she realised that you were there and turned to leave but Steve quickly shut the door, locking it with the set of keys he had. You spun around and stared at Robin in shock, wondering why the hell she was there.

‘I’ll let you both out when you talk about whatever’s bothering both of you.’ Steve yelled from the other side of the door. Your eyes widened and you immediately tried the handle but you were definitely locked in. You sighed and looked at Robin awkwardly waiting for her to start the conversation.

‘Hey.’ Robin eventually said, weakly as you both avoided eye contact with each other.

‘Hey.’ You responded not knowing what else to say. How did you tell your best friend that you were completely head over heels for her? Although it would probably be easier for you to tell her the truth rather than the other way around. Robin didn’t even know you liked girls. You still hadn’t figured out how to tell her.

‘I missed you.’ She mumbled and you looked at her, her blue eyes filled with pain. ‘I’m just so confused.’ 

‘I know, I’m sorry Robbie.’ You move closer to her and took a deep breath. You had to tell her the truth, even if you didn’t want to. It would change your friendship forever but at least it wouldn’t be like this, it wouldn’t be this awkward hell that the two of you had been living in for the past week.

‘Y/N, I don’t understand, I- I-‘ Robin stumbled over the words, not sure what to say to you.

‘I like girls.’ You blurted out. It was the first time you’d said it out loud. Even when talking to Steve you hadn’t admitted it but Robin was different.

‘But you dated Eddie for years. Why have you never told me this?’ Robin looks at you in confusion.

‘I didn’t know I like girls until recently. After me and Eddie broke up, things changed for me and I started to-‘ You cut yourself off, trying to figure out how exactly to word this. Did you tell Robin the truth or did you skirt around it? ‘I realised I had feelings for you, Robbie. I didn’t know what to do at first which is why I was so awkward around you, especially because I’ve never liked a girl before but I don’t care about that. I know I like you and if you don’t feel the same I want to continue being friends if that’s okay with you. But I can’t keep going around in this awkward phase we’re currently in.’ You stopped speaking and looked at Robin who was staring at you, her mouth open like a goldfish. 

‘Robin, please say something.’ You begged her as she stood there. It felt like this room was closing in on you the less she spoke. Eventually, she reacted, wrapping her arms around you and kissing you with such force that you stumbled back. You struggled to keep yourself upright and both of you fell to the floor. You looked at Robin for a second in shock before you both started laughing hard. 

‘Sorry.’ Robin said between laughs, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. ‘I’ve just liked you for so long and I’ve wanted to do this for months. I couldn’t figure out what to say so I just reacted.’ 

‘It’s alright, just maybe give me some warning next time.’ You say, glancing over at where she sat on the floor.

‘Next time?’ She looked up, her blue eyes glowing with hope.

‘Yeah, next time. Which could be right now?’ You ask, hoping that she’ll say yes. She doesn’t respond, instead, she just nods her head. You reach over, cupping her cheek in your hand and adjusting yourself so you could lean over and place a gentle kiss on her lips. Her hands moved to your neck, as she kisses you back softly. It’s a sweet kiss, and like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. Her lips are the softest thing you’ve ever felt and you were pretty sure kissing her was the only thing you ever wanted to do. Eventually, you pulled away, resting your forehead against hers as you took deep breaths, trying to recover from how perfect her lips had been against yours.

‘Wow.’ Robin said and you let out a little laugh. You pulled away even further so you could see her face fully, your hand still planted firmly on her cheek while your other one supported your weight.

‘Do you want to get out of here? Go grab some food?’ You asked, playing with a strand of her hair.

‘What about work? Shouldn’t one of us stay here and help Steve.’ Robin asked, leaning into your touch.

‘Screw Steve, he locked us in a cupboard so he deserves it.’ You grin at Robin.

‘I mean if he hadn’t done that we wouldn’t have confessed our feelings to each other and then I wouldn’t get to do this.’ Robin leaned in and pressed another kiss to your lips. This one was messier and more passionate. It was as if she was pouring every emotion she felt into it. You kissed back with the same ferocity, moving your hand to tangle in her hair so you could grip her head better.

‘Hey, I don’t hear much- oh.’ Steve threw the door open and looked at the two of you in shock as you pulled away from each other, standing up and giggling at the look on his face.

‘Hey, Steve.’ You laugh, reaching over and grabbing Robin’s hand in your own.

‘So are you two- umm, you know?’ Steve stumbled out, clearly uncomfortable about whatever he’d just walked in on.

‘Dating? Yeah, I guess we are.’ You smiled at Robin who pulled you closer from your joint hands.

‘Oh thank god. I don’t have to deal with you two being weird anymore.’ Steve said, breathing a sigh of relief before his eyes widen. ‘No, now you’re going to be weird in a different way. Like all coupley and shit and I’m going to be the third wheel.’

‘Aw don’t worry Steve, we’ll find you someone soon.’ You pat his face slightly as you walk past him, pulling Robin behind you. ‘Enjoy, work, we’re going to go to head out.’ You tell him as you drag Robin towards the door.

‘Umm no wait, one of you has to stay with me and help!’ He protests, following behind you. You reach the door and look towards Robin who just shrugs.

‘Should’ve locked us in a cupboard, dingus.’ She tells him, before pushing the door open and pulling you outside, both of you ignoring Steve’s shouts of protest. 

‘I feel a bit mean.’ You turn to Robin and say once you’re out of the shop. ‘Although I’d rather spend time with you than work so not that mean.’

‘Plus he deserves it.’ Robin laughed, you looked around you and saw the street was empty, so you leaned in and pressed a small kiss against Robin’s lips pulling away quickly.

‘So where do you want to go?’ You ask, smiling at her as you walked along. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

[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

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

R

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

Invincible

Mark Grayson

Shapesmith

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Sabrina Spellman

Harvey Kinkle

Nick Scratch

Rosalind Walker

Theo Putnam

Prudence Blackwood

Ambrose Spellman

High School Musical: the Musical the Series

Gina Porter

[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.”  

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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.

[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.