#robin stranger things

[kassy-munson]

stobin endgame

[arteliisa]

Happy Pride month from me and my favorite fellow lesbian, Robin Buckley from @strangerthingsnetflix !!🧡🤍🩷 🏳️‍🌈

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

obsessed with the idea that as soon Steve Harrington realizes that he is bi he skips over the internalized homophobia and the denial and goes straight (not! lol) to boyfriend. He tells Robin he has a crush on Eddie while he drives her to school in the morning and by the time they have their shift in the afternoon he is already Wayne's son in law. He gets over the whole crisis stuff in like 5 mins and panics instead over where he will take Eddie on their first date. He realized he really wants to run his hands through Eddie's hair (in a gay way) and half an hour later he already has his tongue down his throat.

[kurtkankle]

[dreaminginpencil]

Robin fuckin’ Buckley

(feb p*treon print)

[keeryhours]

naked in manhattan - robin buckley

Robin Buckley x Best friend! female reader

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Summary:

You share a hotel room with your best friend Robin on a band trip to NYC, and things get exciting.

Warnings:

Smut (18+), fingering, oral (both f receiving), underage drinking, reader is conflicted about her sexuality

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N:

I’m posting out of order, but here’s my second fic for The Twelve Days of Promptmas event by @littlexdeaths ! Prompt: “mistletoe mayhem”.

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The excitement in the air was palpable as the bus slowly made its way through the busy streets of New York City. Snow was falling outside and buildings were decorated with lights and garland. It felt like a winter wonderland.

“Holy shit,” your best friend, Robin, said, her face pressed against the bus window. “I can’t believe we’re actually in New York.”

You adjusted your clarinet case at your feet. You had spent weeks excited about this band trip, and now it was finally here. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were to get to visit the city.

The bus rolled up to the hotel - it was much nicer than you’d been expecting. The Hawkins High marching band filed off the bus, the band director leading everyone into the lobby.

If you thought the outside of the buildings were decked out for Christmas, the inside of the hotel lobby was something else entirely. Tinsel and garland spread around the large room with marble floors, a giant grand Christmas tree sitting right in the middle.

“Wow,” you whispered, taking it all in.

“This is so cool!” Robin exclaimed, taking your hand in hers. She turned to you, her eyes shining and a smile on her face. “I’m so glad we’re here together.”

“Me too!” You told her, squeezing her hand in return.

The band director began handing out room assignments and hotel room keys. You crossed your fingers you’d be assigned with someone you actually liked, since you weren’t allowed to choose.

When you were given your room assignment, you practically screamed in excitement. Robin looked over your shoulder, seeing you had somehow been paired together.

“Yes!!” She yelled, wrapping you in a hug. “I’m so fucking excited. This is going to be the best trip ever.”

You and Robin separated long enough to grab your luggage and instrument cases, then you were piling into the elevator with some other kids from band. You rode up to the 10th floor, walking down the carpeted hallway to room 1006.

“This is us,” Robin said, scanning the card and pushing open the door.

The room wasn’t big but it was nice. Plush carpeting covered the floor, a floral wallpaper on the walls. A king size bed sat in the middle of the room with a TV and mini fridge across from it. Two comfortable looking chairs sat in the corner with a table between. A large glass window covered the wall behind them. The bathroom was directly to the left of the door, a huge tub and glass shower inside.

“This is amazing,” you said, looking around your accommodation for the weekend. You and Robin stored your luggage against the wall and collapsed down on the incredibly soft bed, exhausted from the long ride.

After you both had a shower and ate dinner in the hotel restaurant with the rest of band, the two of you retired back to your room for the night. You were sitting cross legged on the floor facing each other, talking.

“So, I brought something,” Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows.

You raised yours at her. “What?”

She reached into her bag and dug around, before pulling out a bottle of tequila. “Ta-da!”

You laughed hard. “Oh my god. You did not sneak a bottle of tequila on our band trip.”

Robin smiled mischievously. “I absolutely did. Steve got it for us. Want to take shots with me?”

“Um, absolutely.”

Robin didn’t bring shot glasses, so you used the styrofoam coffee cups provided by the hotel. Robin poured you each a shot and you downed it, making a face.

As you drank together, you felt your cheeks flush, both of you feeling giggly and light. Robin had the cutest blush when she was drunk-

Wait, what?

You didn’t think about Robin in that way. You didn’t have feelings for her, she was just your best friend. You didn’t have feelings for girls in that way. Right?

After six shots each you were both pretty drunk, laughing and gossiping and talking about anything and everything.

“Oh my god,” Robin said, barely able to talk through her laughter. “So Steve starts flirting with this girl, right?” She gets lost in a fit of giggles again. “And the girl literally throws her ice cream at him!”

You busted out into laughter. “No way!”

“Yes! I swear to god!” Robin pours two more shots, handing you your cup. You both down them again.

“Oops,” Robin giggled as she spilled some of the alcohol down the side of her face.

You don’t know what made you do it, but you leaned in, licking the excess alcohol off her cheek. Robin’s eyes went wide as you sat back, and then both of you fell into another fit of laughter.

“You’re so cute when you’re drunk,” Robin said. She looked down at the bottle in her hand, like she was suddenly shy. Robin was never shy around you.

“You think so?” You felt like you looked like a mess. You were sure your hair was all disheveled, and you were dressed in your old pajamas, a t-shirt and pair of sweatpants. You definitely didn’t feel cute.

“Of course I do.” Robin looked back up at you. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”

The question caught you completely off guard. Your eyes widened, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “No.”

“Would…you want to?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but no sound came out. “Uh…”

Robin immediately backtracked. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Forget I said anything, I don’t know why I-“

“I would.”

Robin stopped cold. “You would?”

“Yeah…why not?” You felt your whole body blushing, feeling like your skin was on fire.

A smile spread across Robin’s face. “I got something else.” You watched her curiously as she dug back in her bag - pulling out a hanging mistletoe. “I snagged this from the lobby,” she admitted sheepishly.

You laughed. “Oh my god, you’re so cheesy.”

She smiled, holding the mistletoe above both your heads, between you. “Now we have to kiss. It’s the law.”

You couldn’t wipe the dopey grin off your face as you both leaned in. Your eyes fell closed as you neared Robin’s face, and then you were feeling the softness of her plush lips against yours.

She raised her hand to cup your cheek as you kissed, and it’s like the world fell away around you. You couldn’t think about anything but how her lips molded to yours, the way she smelled and tasted like her fruity bubblegum from earlier along with a hint of the tequila. Her tongue ran across your bottom lip, and you opened your mouth, your tongue meeting hers.

You moaned into the kiss, surprising yourself. Robin moved closer, her hand moving to tangle in the hair at the back of your head. You leaned backwards as she crawled over you, kissing you deeper.

“Robin…” you said, not wanting her to stop but feeling conflicted. You had never had feelings for girls before, but Robin was making you feel something you’d never experienced, and it scared you.

“What?” she asked between kisses to your soft lips.

“This is wrong…”

She pulled away a little, looking at you with concern. “How is it wrong?”

“I don’t…I don’t like girls in that kinda way…” You weren’t sure if you were trying to convince Robin or yourself.

Robin buried her face in your neck, placing a gentle kiss there. “You know it’s okay to like girls and boys, right?” She murmured into your ear. “If you want to do this, it’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Her words made your heart race in your chest. You did want this, you knew deep down. You were just terrified. Robin pulled back again to look into your eyes, and you feared she could see the conflict in them.

“Seriously. It’s okay to want this,” she repeated. “But if you don’t, just tell me. It won’t change anything between us.”

You thought for a second. “I…I want this.”

Robin smiled. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She leaned in again, slowly this time, and when you felt her lips pressed to yours once again, everything felt right. She kissed you with a passion you had never experienced from the guys you had kissed. You ran your fingers through her short hair, moaning into the kiss and not even caring anymore. She returned the moan, her tongue meeting yours again.

“Do you want to move to the bed?” She asked, breathless.

“Yeah, yeah that would be better,” you giggled. She helped you up and you sat down on the bed, Robin crawling back over you again as you laid back. She leaned over you on her left arm, her right hand trailing up your side and grasping at your breasts over your shirt.

As you made out, you got more and more turned on, wanting Robin to touch you everywhere. She must have had the same idea, because she began pushing your t-shirt up your body.

“Can I take this off?” She asked, reluctantly pulling away from your kiss-swollen lips.

“Yes,” you breathed out, sitting up to help her get the clothing off. You were left bare chested, and Robin’s eyes locked on them as you reached for her shirt to remove it as well.

You had never seen Robin like this. Your eyes went wide and you tentatively reached forward, grabbing at her breasts and rubbing your thumbs over her hardened nipples. She hummed at the feeling, her eyes falling closed.

“Have you ever done this with a girl before?” You asked.

“No, but I’ve always wanted to,” she admitted. “…Especially with you,” she added sheepishly.

You smiled back at her. “You’ve had a crush on me, Robs?”

She blushed, looking away. “Yeah, for forever.”

You placed your hand on her cheek, turning her head to look at you again. “I always thought you were beautiful.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” You leaned in to capture her lips with yours again. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

Robin blushed even deeper. She looked so cute with her cheeks tinged red, her lips wet from kissing. Your kisses. You pulled her back for more.

Robin leaned over you again, kissing down your neck and chest until she was wrapping her lips around one of your nipples. You gasped, but it turned into a moan as she began to suck on it, running her tongue in circles around the bud.

“Robin,” you moaned, your fingers tangling in her hair again. She moved to the other one, sucking gently. Her hand wandered down your body to the waistband of your sweatpants. Her hand dipped beneath the fabric of your panties, and you gasped again as you felt her fingers against your clit, beginning to rub slow circles.

“Is that okay?” she whispered against your skin. You nodded vigorously.

“Yes, please don’t stop-“

You could feel her smile against the skin of your chest. “Can I take them off?”

“Yeah, yes,” you breathed, wanting more of the way she was making you feel.

Robin hooked her fingers into the waist of your pants and panties and pulled them down together, exposing you completely to her. Her eyes widened as she looked at you, and you suddenly felt self conscious.

“What?” You asked, hoping there wasn’t something wrong or that she found unattractive about your body.

“I just…” she started, eyes locked on your body. “I’ve never seen a girl naked in person like this before.”

“Me either,” you said, blushing slightly. “I feel like you’re overdressed, though.”

Robin giggled. “Want me to take these off?” She asked, hooking her thumbs into the waist of her own pants.

“Please,” you confirmed, and she slid the clothing off her body while holding eye contact with you.

God, she was even more beautiful like this. Seeing her completely naked had your heart beating wildly in your chest, and you couldn’t help reaching out to touch her, running your hands all across her smooth skin, her breasts, her ass, over her stomach and down to her core, running your fingers through her folds and feeling how wet she was for you. It was so much different than being with a man, you felt a little out of your depth.

But evidently you were doing something right with the way she closed her eyes and moaned, looking absolutely ethereal. She laid on the bed next to you and reached her hand over to do the same to you.

Before you knew what was happening, she pushed you over and was back on top of you, kissing her way down your body. When she reached between your legs, your thighs were trembling with anticipation - you hadn’t had many guys want to go down on you, usually they only wanted it themselves. But now Robin was placing kisses on the inside of your thighs before licking a stripe through your folds, causing your back to arch off the bed. “Oh!”

“Feel good?” she asked from between your legs, before licking over your clit.

“Fuck, yeah,” you said, voice breathless as you felt the most intense pleasure. Sex with guys never felt like this.

You could feel her smile, and she wrapped her lips around your clit, sucking gently before running her tongue around it again. You felt her finger at your entrance, and she pushed it inside, pumping it in and out as she ate your pussy eagerly, like she had been dying to do this for ages.

“Oh my god Robin,” you moaned, hands grasping at her hair. “How’d you learn to do this?”

She pulled away long enough to giggle - “Just a natural, I guess-“ and then she was diving back in. She licked at your pussy greedily, drinking in everything you gave her. She added another finger, pumping them into you and curling them up so they hit a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars.

It’s like she knew exactly what to do to bring you to your high. You felt it building quickly, thighs trembling around her head as she lapped at your core, paying special attention to your clit. “Tastes so good,” she remarked, moaning as she ate your pussy. “Just like I always imagined.”

“Robin…I’m…”

She grabbed onto your right thigh with her free hand, squeezing it tightly as she buried her face in your pussy, nose pressing against your clit when she would lick lower before moving back up to suck on it again. She moved her left hand from your thigh and trailed it up your belly to pinch at your nipples. “Cum for me, babe,” she encouraged, pumping her fingers faster and sucking hard on your clit.

That pushed you over the edge and you came hard, holding her face to your pussy as you grinded against her tongue and moaned so loud you were sure your bandmates could hear on the other side of the wall. “Robin! Fuck, Robin, oh my god!”

She drank up your release greedily, riding out your high until you were so sensitive you were pushing her away. When she looked up at you, her mouth and chin were covered in your wetness. She collided her lips with yours and your tongues tangled together, tasting yourself on her tongue.

“That was so fucking hot,” she said, breathless. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Me either,” you giggled, still feeling light and bubbly from the alcohol. You grabbed her shoulders and pushed her over, an adorable squeal coming from her mouth. “Now it’s my turn.”

Her eyes were wide as you kissed your way down her body, over her breasts, licking over her peaked nipples as you went. You kissed down her stomach, goosebumps peppering her skin as you moved. When you were laying between her legs, you realized you didn’t exactly know what to do, but you were eager to try.

You took an experimental lick along her folds, tasting her slick on your tongue. Her pussy was already soaking wet from what you had done together, and she tasted like heaven. She moaned above you, hands tangling in the bedsheets. “Ohmygod, feels so good,” she said, which only encouraged you to do more.

You licked lightly over her clit, gauging her reaction. She arched her hips up, wanting to feel more of your mouth on her pussy. You obliged, sucking on her clit before licking between her folds. She tasted so sweet, nothing like you had expected pussy to taste, since most of the guys you’d been with had no desire to go down on girls. They were missing out.

You pushed two fingers into her hole, curling your fingers the way she had that felt so incredible. Robin tangled a hand in your hair with the other still in the sheets. “Good?” You asked her, and she nodded quickly.

“Yes, please please don’t stop,” she begged, body writhing beneath your movements. You didn’t dare stop, loving all the sounds you could pull from her as you devoured her just as she had done for you.

“I’m close,” she said, hand trembling in your hair, and you could tell she really was by the way she began to grind her hips up against your mouth, her moans becoming higher and more desperate sounding.

“Already?” You teased, before quickly wrapping your lips around her clit again. She let out a high “Oh!”

“You have no idea how turned on I was doing you first,” she admitted, her voice completely breathless. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, babe-“

You cut her off by sucking hard on her clit, and then she was practically screaming, calling your name over and over like a prayer, pulling on your hair and writhing beneath your mouth. You rode out her high, lapping up all of her wetness.

When you were done, you collapsed on the bed next to her again. You were both breathing heavily, in shock about what had just happened between you. You looked to the huge window at the side of the room, seeing the snow pouring down heavily.

“Wanna take a bath together?” You asked her, wiggling your eyebrows. You wanted to keep being close to her, didn’t want this to end and be a one time thing.

“That sounds amazing,” she said.

You ran a bubble bath for the both of you, sitting in the giant tub together. You explored each other’s bodies with your hands in the tub, kissing and laughing. That night you slept in bed together, cuddled close.

You were woken bright and early by the band director pounding on the door, and you groaned, your head aching from the alcohol the night before. The memories of what happened between you and Robin came flooding back, and you were suddenly terrified everything would be awkward now.

But Robin woke up with a smile on her face. “Hey, beautiful,” she greeted.

“Hey,” you said back, a nervous smile on your face. She reached over, grabbing your hand.

“I was thinking…” She began.

“Yeah?”

“Would you…want to be my girlfriend? Maybe?” She looked at you with hopeful eyes, and it made you feel warm in your chest.

“Yeah,” you said, squeezing her hand. “I’d like that.”

[maentisiw]

It was supposed to be a cartoon-ish warm up sketch, I don’t know what happened but it took me 10+ hours lmao

[wildsupernova]

mistletoe kisses.

prompt #4 on scealaiscoite’s christmas prompts list: “hidden bunches of mistletoe”

summary: it’s christmas time in the city, a time full of holiday cheer and celebrations. when you refuse to do anything about your feeling towards steve, robin comes up with a festive way to pull you two together.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: no use of y/n, fluff, some language

a/n: hey everyone! my sincerest apologies for my total disappearance from my blog for like 4 months. this semester absolutely kicked my ass and i’ve had no time or motivation to write much of anything, but now that i’m in my last two weeks for the semester i finally have some time and energy. i’ll be posting some small holiday stories likely until the end of december (if i can manage to stay consistent) and hope to get back into the groove of things. i hope you enjoy this little drabble, and thank you for sticking around! expect more in the future (if my brain allows it) —— nova

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December. A month filled with festive decor, frantic holiday shopping, Christmas parties, and the same five holiday songs playing on every store radio. As annoying as it could be, it truly was a time that filled you with excitement and joy, especially now, after you had long since graduated from walking the halls of Hawkins high and moved to the cold and windy downtown of Chicago with your best friends. 

Christmas in Hawkins was definitely something special, but not like it was in the city. Back home, the small downtown squares decorated their exteriors for the holidays, sure, but here, where expensive department stores and extravagant cafes lined the seemingly endless streets that made up downtown Chicago, lights and music and tinsel were almost never out of sight. The lamp posts lining the sidewalk were wound with shimmering red and silver garland, nearly every storefront with a big front window had a Christmas tree on display, and street performers played Christmas carols on every corner. Even the subway cars had been decorated for the occasion, advertisements now covered with pictures of Santa Claus wishing all the riders a happy holiday. There was only one thing that put a damper on your holiday spirit. 

Not having that special someone to celebrate the holidays with. 

You had your friends, sure, but the holidays were supposed to be a time for romance, for spending the day trapped inside of your shitty apartment watching the snow fall with only a thick blanket and a loving body to keep you warm. It had been the subject of your frustration for a good few years now, and even became more frustrating after you finally came to terms with your feelings for a certain Steve Harrington. 

“It’s fine, Robin. The holidays will continue whether I have a boyfriend or not.” You sprayed a bit of perfume into the air in front of you and took a sniff, scrunching up your nose and putting it back on the shelf as the offensive floral odor invaded your nose. 

“But the holidays would be the perfect time to finally tell him how you feel!” You had to swerve the shopping cart around Robin as she stepped in front of you, a pointless effort as she simply ran right back in front of it. 

“He doesn’t like me like that, Robin.”

“You don’t know that! But, if you tell him how in love with him you are-”

“I am not in love with him.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You rolled your eyes at Robin’s teasing, threatening to run her foot over with the cart if she didn’t move out of the way. “All I’m saying is that you always complain about how you don’t have a date on Christmas and that now would be the perfect time to get one.”

“Look, Robin, I appreciate your focus on fixing my love life, but I’m fine, really. Let’s just get the rest of this shopping done before it gets too late, I don’t want to try to squeeze through all the late shoppers on the train ride back.” You picked up a box of Christmas ornaments off the shelf, ready to put them in the cart until you saw the price tag. Eyes widening and letting out a soft whistle, you put them back and continued moving down the aisle. 

“Both of you are completely insufferable, you know that? Always complaining to me about this shit and then when I give you an easy solution you just- OH MISTLETOE!” Rushing forwards like a little kid seeing a toy, Robin launched towards a shelf at the end of the aisle, nearly knocking both you and the shopping cart into a shelf full of Christmas lights. She grabbed several bundles from off the shelf and bounced on her toes in front of you, eyes wide and twinkling.

“Robin, we are not getting mistletoe to hang around the apartment.” Her face dropped into a pout and you swore you saw her eyes begin to get watery with tears. 

“Why noooot?” She dragged the last word out like a child, and you found yourself rolling your eyes at her like a scolding parent. 

“Because we don’t need to hang up mistletoe. This isn’t one of those cliche Christmas movies where the couple kisses in the doorway before a fade to black. Now put it back, we still have to find the ornaments.” 

Robin huffed, throwing the bundles back on the shelf. 

“Fine.”

As you turned your head to look at another box of ornaments, you didn’t see Robin take the bundle back off the shelf and hide it underneath the tree skirt with a smile.

Putting up Christmas decorations in you and Robin’s small apartment certainly wasn’t a task you needed more than the two of you for, but when Steve and Eddie offered their help, and Nancy and Jonathan showed up at the door with a warm batch of fresh Christmas cookies, it turned from a two person job to a six person job quickly. The sheer amount of decorations Robin had made you buy certainly made sure there was enough for everyone to do, and before you knew it, the apartment was busy with bodies hanging garland above the door and trying desperately to figure out how to put up the fake Christmas tree. 

Your task of helping Eddie put up the tree had kept most of your attention off of Steve, but the longer it took, and the more whining you heard from Eddie, the more your focus started to drift. He was just barely out of your line of sight, lingering in the corner of your eye as he climbed the small step ladder to start hanging the Christmas garland around the perimeter of the living room. Robin said something to him as she handed him the garland and whatever it was had him tipping his head back with a groan, hair flopping out of place and muscles in his neck straining as he did. He ran a hand down his face and then through his hair, and you nearly groaned when he balled it into a fist at his side, gold watch glistening on his wrist. 

As he reached up to hammer the nail into the wall, you saw the bottom of his tight fitting red sweater lift up past the waistband of his jeans, showing off the toned muscles on the side of his abdomen and just the smallest hint of his Calvin Klein boxers. You sucked in a breath as it kept creeping higher and higher the further up on the wall he tried to reach, and without thinking, your hands completely let go of the part of the tree you were holding. 

Which caused the whole thing to tumble over right on top of Eddie.

A muffled ‘help’ came from underneath the mess of fake pine needles, Eddie’s legs peeking out from underneath in a way that would certainly be comedic if you weren’t absolutely mortified. You were quick to rush to Eddie’s aid, face flushed entirely red with embarrassment, in the hope that you could get him up quick enough that none of the attention would be pulled towards you, but one look to your left showed you that all eyes were already on you. Steve's face looked more worried than anything, but Robin was behind him holding in a laugh, and you had to send a glare her way to get her not to say anything. 

Setting the tree back in its place and reaching down to help Eddie up, he mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms and glaring at you in annoyance. 

“Never asking you for help again, not until you can learn to stop staring at St-” 

“I should go get the ornaments now that the tree is set up!” You cut him off loudly, much to his dismay, watching as Robin kept trying to hold in her laugh from over Steve’s shoulder. Shooting her a sharp glare, you jabbed Eddie in the ribs when he tried to make another comment. “Robin, why don’t you come help me grab them from the closet?”

“Hmm, I don’t think I’ll be able to reach them. Maybe Steve should go help?” The Cheshire grin on Robin’s face paired well with the way she patted Steve on the back and nudged him forward, Steve’s eyes going wide and his cheeks quickly going red. 

“Uh, y-yeah, I can help, if you need me to.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, giving Robin a glare as she pushed him forwards again. 

“I could use the help, sure.” You gave him a smile, which he returned, and started heading down the hallway, throwing one last look to Robin over your shoulder. 

Digging through your bedroom closet, you tried to find the bags of Christmas decorations you had put there only a few days before, coming up empty handed after throwing nearly everything in it to the side.

“I swear, I just put it in here two days ago.”

“Maybe you put it on the top shelf by accident?”

“I doubt it, I can’t even reach up there.”

“I’ll look anyway, maybe Eddie moved it when he got the tree down-” Steve cut himself off abruptly, clearing his throat mid reach up to the top shelf of your closet. You threw a few more things to the side, not yet looking up. 

“What? Did you find it?” When you did finally look up, you saw Steve’s gaze trained on the top of the closet door frame, hands still reaching to grab the bag of Christmas ornaments you could see sitting on the top shelf. You pulled your eyes away from where his sweater was riding up again and instead followed his line of sight, eyes widening and face going even redder than before when you saw exactly what it was that had stopped Steve in his tracks. 

A small bundle of mistletoe, hidden just behind the door frame and hanging right above the bag of Christmas ornaments. 

“Oh.” Steve swallowed thickly when you spoke and he finally let himself move, grabbing the bag full of ornament boxes and handing it to you softly. “I told Robin not to buy that, she must have hung that up there to be…funny, or something.” You grabbed one of the boxes still inside the bag, the plastic crinkling as you gripped it tight. Steve’s hands remained hovering in the air after you took the bag from his grip, eyes soft as they looked down at you over his nose. 

“Yeah, sounds like Robin.” The air grew thick as you looked at him, clearing your throat to try and cut through the tension the best you could. You let out a dry laugh, turning away from him and starting to travel towards the door.

“Well, got the ornaments, we should probably get back out there-” You were cut off when Steve’s hand wrapped around your wrist to stop you, pulling you back just a few inches. 

“Wait.” You turned to face him again, the redness in his cheeks and ears not going unnoticed. “Can’t break tradition.”

“What do you mean?” He let out a low chuckle and flashed you a smile. 

“Come on, I know you know what I’m talking about.” When you didn’t respond, he pulled you closer, the bag of ornaments softly falling to the floor as you let go of the handle in surprise.

“I can assure you that I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You kept playing dumb, hoping it would let you talk your way out of the situation, but Steve’s grin only grew wider. 

“You know what happens when two people walk under the mistletoe.”

“Do I?” Steve took another step towards you and you could feel your heart skip a beat, his body so close that his own heat radiated onto you. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I think you do.” He was slow as he brought his hand up to the side of your face, gently tilting your head up towards him as he leaned down to meet you somewhere in the middle. You could smell the expensive cologne on his skin as he moved down closer and closer, your eyes darting across his face when you became unsure where to look. It felt like hours before your lips finally connected, slotting between each other like perfectly matching puzzle pieces. 

Your heart was beating out of your chest, so loud in your own ears that you weren’t sure Steve couldn’t hear it himself, but the way his hand had started to tangle in your hair pulled all of your focus entirely to him. Standing up on your toes to reach him, you let your hands fall naturally against his chest, fists tightly gripping on to his sweater for balance. The kiss was soft and slow, as if he were testing the waters, but when you finally had enough sense to kiss him back, it changed into something different. Butterflies swam in your stomach when his other hand came up to hold the other side of your face, and he let out a groan when you melted into him with your arms draped over his shoulders. 

The kiss lasted until neither of you could breathe, Steve chasing your lips as you lowered back down on your heels and pulled away. It was silent in the room for another minute, the only sounds that of the reverberating conversation down the hall and the shared rhythm of you and Steve catching your breaths. 

“Merry Christmas.” Steve was first to speak, words breathy and hands still holding the side of your face. 

“Merry Christmas.” Your hands traveled to the front of his sweater in an effort to fix where your hands had left it wrinkled, his own thumbs softly running along your flushed cheeks. You leaned up to meet him in another kiss, but just as your lips were about to touch, Robin’s voice echoed loudly from down the hall. 

“Did you find it yet?” You both stopped your movements with a laugh, pressing your forehead to his before finally taking a step apart. Picking up the bag of ornaments, you took one more glance at the mistletoe hanging in the closet, laughing under your breath. 

“Yeah. Yeah, we found it.”

[secretlovezz]

"Pretty..."

Robin pokes the point of her index finger into the plush warmth of your cheek and stares up at you in awe as her gaze darts hastily around your face in admiration. Cupping your face to guide your attention from the movie to her she lets her thumb absentmindedly drag against your bottom lip, the corner of your lips curl up at the feeling and your cheeks heat at her incredibly intense gawking.

Your fingers find their way into her hair gently combing them through little knots throughout the wavy strands; scratching your black polished nails at her scalp in a way the makes her sigh with unexpected relief.

When you finally make eye contact with her, her pink lips part and her cheeks flush. You laugh, "I thought you wanted my attention-," You lift a brow in amusement and tease, "What are you gettin' shy about hm?"

Your girlfriends head drops onto your chest, her hands moving to tightly wrap around your torso and fingers digging into your back, as she grumbles. "Sh-Shut up."

The smile never leaves your face as you kiss the top of her head and move your attention back to the movie as Robin still stays face first into your chest continuing the stutter and and grumble in unnecessary embarrassment.

[rainydayathogwarts]

Fire pit confessions - Robin Buckley

summary: you know robin likes you, and finally act on your reciprocated feelings at a party. wc: 1k+

You know. Of course you know. Any girl who liked women could take one look at Robin Buckley and call it. But it didn't help that she didn't know about you. Her crush was a little too obvious, stuttering whenever you were around, her cheeks turning bright pink, but you didn't want to make the first move — you never did. You liked to think that you were too classy to make the first move on someone, liking the chase, playing hard to get. However, with someone as clueless as Robin, you assumed you had to take the first step forward. At first, you considered telling Steve about your crush on his friend in hopes that he would spill the news to her, but that might get a little out of hand, and the last thing you wanted were rumours floating around the small town about you and some girl.

Weeks passed by of you waiting for the perfect opportunity to hint your feelings to the girl, but it was never the right time. Hang outs started and ended, with you and Robin sitting next to each other, her arm slung around your shoulder, tugging you close to her chest. As friends. Friends and nothing more. Tonight, you carefully pushed her arm off of you, standing up to get another drink from Steve's kitchen with Nancy and Eddie. It was only then that you realised the gravity of the situation. "You have to tell her." Nancy immediately insisted once the door slammed closed behind you. "Yeah, it's difficult to watch you guys go on like that as only friends." Eddie added, cracking a can of bear open. You laughed nervously, averting your gaze to the choice of drinks. "Is it really that obvious?" You asked, only to get a unanimous yell of "So obvious!" From your two friends.

You shook your head in amusement "I've tried, but there's never the right moment!" Nancy crossed the kitchen, pausing at the door with her hand on the handle. "Party this Friday in this house. Tell her then." Eddie hummed in agreement, following the girl out the room without waiting for your answer.

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Steve and Robin watched as the three of you left the room in a search for more drinks, and Steve shot Robin a look, only opening his mouth when he heard the slam of the kitchen door closing. "Robin you're literally cuddling her! You have to tell her!" Robin shook her head adamantly. "Not a chance. She's letting me hold her like that as a friend, not as a lesbian, Steve!" Steve's expression turned desperate, pleading "Please Robin, I'm begging you. I can't handle the sight of the two of you cluelessly flirting anymore!"

"It's not flirting! She's being nice and I'm being so so dumb. I literally can't speak to her." Steve sighed at the response, running a hand through his hair in surrender. He didn't know how much more encouraging he could do. He only hoped that Nancy and Eddie would have more success trying to convince you than he did with Robin.

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Robin didn’t like these parties, she decided, standing in a corner and watching as people danced along to the loud music. Actually, she always knew she didn’t like them, but she always enjoyed your company. After dancing for a couple of hours, you would always find her in a quieter area of the house, or in the backyard with a drink. You’d talk tipsily, letting Robin wrap her arms around you as you hiccuped quietly.

Tonight was no different. At least, from her side. For you, everything was different. You made sure to stay glued to the dance floor, drinking a little bit more than usual. A mix of distracting yourself from what you had to do, and gathering liquid courage. Nancy and Eddie had warned you that if you didn’t get it done tonight, they’d take action. You danced with your cup in the air, chanting along a repetition of lyrics with those around you. Your eyes shot to where Robin usually stood watching you, and you smiled in reassurance when your gaze met hers. You gestured for her to join you on the dance floor but she merely shook her head no.

The smile on your face dropped when Robin began making her way outside, and you instantly started pushing your way through the crowd of people to follow her. You stopped by the kitchen, downing a nasty shot of vodka that made you cough for a good few seconds, before finally making a beeline to Steve’s back yard. It was still early, so the backyard was mostly empty apart from Eddie and Nancy smoking by the pool. Robin sat on the couch around the fire pit, legs spread as she stared into the crackling fire. “Robin.” You called out in a sing-song voice, catching her attention before you slumped on the couch next to her. “Hey you.” She said, a wide smile on her face. God, was it contagious. “You didn’t have to follow me out here.” Robin muttered, though she wrapped an arm around your shoulder nonetheless. You hummed in satisfaction, both your hands snaking around her waist to cuddle closer to her. “Wanted to.” You responded, digging your face into the crook of her neck.

You don’t know what forces take over your body when you decide to press a kiss on Robin’s neck, but you instantly feel her tense up, the short hairs on her neck standing up straight. She whispers your name, not a warning but an inquiry. “Let me kiss you Robin.” You murmur, pushing yourself up so you can look at her properly. She looks shocked more than anything, but finally she asks “Why would you want to kiss me?” You sigh, raising your eyebrows and cocking your head to the side as you put a hand on your hip. “Because I like you, stupid.”

You don’t wait for Robin to utter another word, leaning closer to Robin to softly press your lips against hers. The kiss doesn’t last long. You pull away to look at her face, watching as she opens her eyes, turning to glance at the party going on inside the house before cupping your cheek and pulling you into another kiss. You let yourself fall against Robin, moaning softly into the kiss, a hand trailing to grip her hip.

When you finally pull away, it isn’t you nor Robin who speaks first, but rather Eddie, you exclaims “Well that’s one way to do it.”

[gl1tched-g0th]

Happy Pride. Can we celebrate by, just for the month, having fandoms not be weird about lesbians/lesbian-coded characters.

Can we acknowledge that just because a woman character exists, and doesn't stare directly into the camera like an episode of the Office to say "I Do Not Like Men", that doesn't mean they aren't lesbian?

Can we please acknowledge how fandoms, especially cartoon spaces, are not normal about lesbians and lesbian coding. Can we acknowledge that lesbian is not a "dirty" or "taboo" word, and that it is okay to admit that a character is just a flat out lesbian.

Can we not try to maneuver our way around it by saying "well they could be bi/pan!", like so many people do with lesbian characters. For example:

-Amity from TOH, confirmed lesbian. People still argue that she's bisexual, because she drew herself with a fictional nonbinary character from a book once in the entire show.

-Velma from Scooby Doo, confirmed lesbian. When she got confirmed, people still argued she was bi because she dated men in past shows/specials - despite her being visibly uncomfortable in the relationships in question. Some even argued it was "bi-erasure" to make her a lesbian, which is insane to me.

-Amaya from The Dragon Prince, confirmed lesbian. Before she was confirmed, people said she was a "bicon" instead of lesbian, despite her showing no interest in men within the show. All she did was have a male interpreter (because shes DEAF and needs one), and people immediately paired them together.

-Ellie Williams from TLOU, confirmed lesbian. She shows no interest in men, states multiple times that men are "not her type", has only dated/had crushes on women within all games, the show, and even the comic, and yet people still claim she's bi.

-Robin Buckley from Stranger Things, confirmed lesbian. There's not much I can say here. She came out as a lesbian in the show, and people still call her bisexual. The jokes write themselves.

-Sammy from Camp Cretaceous/Chaos Theory, lesbian-coded. She's often headcanoned as anything but lesbian, often excused with "she never Outright said she's a lesbian like Yaz said she was bi", or that a few crew members said she was meant to be ambiguous. Yet I see nobody questioning why she specifically - the only other main female character, and who has never shown interest in men - is being kept that way.

-Vanessa from The Hollow, lesbian-coded. Developed a friendship with a male character, but has never expressed romantic interest in men. Laughing at a joke made by the opposite gender, and wanting to impress a male character because of a need for validation are not signs of romantic interest, by the way.

I am not saying you can't headcanon characters as bi, or that bi people are "evil", or trying to ""police"" who you ship together or whatever else excuse people use to derail conversations about this. There is a frequent pattern within fandoms where a lesbian (coded) character exists + has any relationship with a man ever + doesn't explicitly state they don't like men = not a lesbian. And fuck, even when they DO say they don't like men, they are still seen as bi.

Queer-coding is just as eminent as having a character be confirmed as queer. And, surprisingly (sarcasm) that also applies to lesbian coded characters. Lesbian characters do not need to "prove" their lesbianism to the viewers by hating/isolating themselves from men to be lesbians. They do not need to say outright that they don't like men in order to be lesbian coded. They can have relationships with men without being romantically interested in them. Lesbians have been fighting for so long to not be seen as "needing" to be with men in order to just. exist.

And believe me I could go on a whole rant about how this entire issue has roots in misogyny within the community, or how some people still haven't unlearned the idea of how a man and woman can have an 100% platonic relationship, or how people treat calling a character lesbian as a "last resort", but this post is already a wall of text as it is.

Please just be normal about lesbians in media.

[reyreadersblog]

"Trios are always bad"

Trios:

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: Y/N is Eddie Munson's twin sister, no one from the gang has met her since she's been in college. One day Robin meets her only to find out so has Steve...and both of them fell in love....fuck.

Robin came into work with a skip in her step. She just met the most beautiful woman she ever met...well she just saw the most beautiful woman she's ever saw, before she could work up the courage to talk to her she was already gone. Clocking in she sighs dreamingly thinking of those brown eyes and curls. She needs to find out your name.

Steve watched his friend walk into work like she was walking on a cloud, "What got you all smiling and giddy?" he asks with a smirk, complete prepared to tease her on her newest crush. Steve has seen this look before, he has had this look before. Hell the day before he came into work with that look! He knew it had to be a girl.

Robin blushed and decided that there was no point in trying to hide this from Steve. "There's a girl...but god Steve! She was beautiful, a fucking goddess I'm telling you! You should've seen her, the curls, the eyes...Oh my god those eyes! They were a beautiful deep brown" Robin continued to ramble, making Steve's smirk drop. "Wait wait wait was she wearing like a leather jacket? A-A pair of like really beat up red converse?" Steve asked timidly, scared to finding the answers out. Robin shakes her head "I think she was, I mean I wasn't exactly looking at her feet Steve" she says rolling her eyes. "She was far too beautiful to look anywhere else" She shrugs before focusing her attention more on Steve's features before her own smile drop.

"No....no you're not telling me that was Y/N..." Steve nods pitifully.

"Fuck." They both mumble after a few minutes of silently staring at one another. Before either could say anything else the bell chimes signalling a customer. They both turn to greet whoever just walked in and as they do they freeze again seeing Y/N and Eddie Munson walking in and going to the horror section.

"Fuck!" They both say once again.

[heartsforvenus]

supernova ⛥

robin buckley x fem reader

summary- you and robin are newfound friends, but you wish you were something more. little did you know, so did she. you were both too afraid of admitting your own feelings

tags- song fic 'red wine supernova' by chappell roan, fluff, kind of angst, 'one-sided' pining, sex references, mention of drinking, the joys of a first homoerotic friendship

lowercase intended

this is lowkey trash and all over the place, but i had the idea and thought it was cute. hope you enjoy my first fic <3

i'm in the hallway waiting for ya, mini skirt and my go-go boots

"we're gonna be late!" you exclaimed, standing outside of robin's bedroom.

you had recently befriended robin buckley, one of the band geeks of hawkins high, and somehow convinced her to go to a party thrown by tommy h. not only is she your new friend, she is also your longtime crush, but that was a secret between you and your diary.

that led you to this moment, where you were standing in the hallway outside of robin's bedroom waiting for her to get ready and contemplating your life actions. robin did say that you could stay in her room while she changed, yet you knew yourself better than that. even if you were turned around and forcing your attention on the most mundane object in her room, you were sure to die of embarrassment, thinking about her bare body standing mere feet away from you.

"would you chill out? i'm getting ready for a party i didn't even want to go to, nor was i invited to for that matter," she reminded you and you leaned your head on the wall behind you.

"half the people at those parties weren't invited, he's not gonna point out you in particular," you told her and you saw her head pop out of the door.

"i look like a fucking idiot and i can't zip up this dress. let's just not go," robin decided. your body was on autopilot when you turned the corner into her room and grabbed her arm. the touch of her soft skin against your own was almost enough to make you forget what you were even doing, as she stared at you waiting for you to say something.

"let me zip it for you." your voice came out in almost a whisper as you were still kind of stunned from the previous interaction. and don't get me wrong, the two of you have touched each other before, even held hands, but you weren't sure if you would ever get over this phase.

"fine. but don't break it. maybe i can return it after tonight," robin thought aloud, which made you frown.

i just want you to make a move, so slow down, sit down, it's new

"robin, you look... i mean, this dress... it's so nice."

you mentally facepalmed at yourself. obviously she looked beautiful. this was not the first time you chickened out on complimenting her and it surely wouldn't be the last. you were honestly just saving yourself from the inevitable embarrassment. you couldn't handle the 'i only see you as a friend' from robin, that would just be the point where you would genuinely hope the ground would swallow you whole. or that you'd get hit by a car. or that the world would end.

"thanks, you can have it if you want it. it would probably look better on you anyway," robin commented, and you could feel the all too familiar feeling of warmth rising to your face.

"no..." you shook your head. you wanted to tell her that the dress looked like it was made personally for her. it showed off all her curves in a way that wasn't too revealing, but it was just enough to catch your eye as you glanced over her body in a manner that was not as discreet as you hoped.

in an attempt to change the subject, you yet again grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out of the room.

"let's go before all the attendees get too bored and start having sex in every room," you suggested. her lack of resistance was a shock as she willingly let you drag her out of the house.

"now, how are we even getting there? if you plan on drunk driving me home then you're even worse of an influence than i thought," robin wondered, leaning back on the hood of your car.

"i was just thinking we could walk. it's not too far from here." robin groaned at your suggestion before standing up straight.

"fine, but you can carry me on the way back," robin agreed.

i just wanna get to know ya, guess i didn't quite think it through

once the two of you made it to the party, you began drinking whatever anyone would hand you in a red solo cup. you guys were stuck inside of your own bubble, accidentally ignoring everyone around you to just speak to each other. you each spoke about your families and your deepest fears, but there was always that one thing on the tip of your tongue that you couldn't force out.

not here, you'd tell yourself, someone might hear and then everyone will know.

as if she could read your mind, robin narrowed her eyes and asked, "what's on your mind?"

"oh, it's nothing," you promised her, not realizing your dilemma was so evident on your face. or maybe she could just read you that well already.

"right... well i just told you about how i literally peed my pants a year ago, so i think we can talk about anything." her blue eyes pierced into your soul, and you so badly wanted to tell her what you were thinking about. another day.

"i was just thinking about how embarrassing it is to pee your pants," you lied and she giggled, that giggle that would've had you weak in the knees had you been standing.

"okay, you jerk, i'm sure you've done embarrassing things too." she pushed your shoulder lightly.

"not yet," you told her. she shook her head, wondering why you were such an enigma, and why it always felt like there was something you weren't telling her. for a moment you snapped out of your bubble to notice everyone around you was either making out or passed out, just as you had predicted. "maybe we should take this as our cue to leave."

this caused robin to notice her surroundings for the first time and jokingly gag, which caught the attention of one of the girls who was kissing some guy. she just glared back at her, and robin jumped up.

"yeah, let's go before this girl beats the shit out of me," robin, wide eyed, agreed. the two of you clumsily rushed out of the front door, passing more and more couples until you finally made it out into the night.

there was a breeze in the air, but it wasn't too cold. you hoped that robin wasn't cold, because you didn't bring a jacket to offer her. she hoped the same about you.

fell in love with the thought of you, now i'm choked up, face down, burnt out

now, you were laying next to her in her bed. wearing her spare pjs, literally surrounded by her scent. you couldn't sleep, because you were thinking about the girl beside you, as you often did in the middle of the night. usually in your own bed, though, so being near her was making it much worse. you had half a mind to just leave, but you didn't know if you'd ever have the opportunity to sleep in her bed ever again. you certainly wouldn't once she found out what you were, or so you thought.

you felt her shuffle closer to you, and you tensed up. she had been jerking about the bed the whole time, but you didn't expect her to unconsciously move closer to you.

god, you had it worse than you thought.

[kurtkankle]

[sentient-trash]

SOME OF THE STRANGER THINGS PALESTINIAN DONATION COMMISSIONS (with another one coming on the way hehe)

A Kas Eddie and Robin with a sword