#st robin

[yellowsweater-bluevest]

“I don’t think I’m straight.”

Steve had reached that conclusion exactly ten seconds before saying it out loud. Laying upside down on the couch of his house with his best friend draping her legs on top of him.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” Robin asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yeah, it just makes sense.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve hummed thoughtfully. Did he want to talk about it? Was it important enough? Did it change anything?

“I feel the same,” he said. “I thought being gay would feel different.” For a second, Steve was sure Robin would tell him that was a stupid thing to think.

“Are you gay?” Robin asked instead, because she is Robin. She was able to ask something in a judgemental tone without being judgy.

“I'm not straight.” he repeated.

“Pretty sure there are more than two options.” She explained with a joking tone. It was lucky, she thought, that she found a zine hidden in a library when she visited her aunt in Indianapolis.

“How do I know what I am?”

“I don't know, actually,” she said, putting her book down. “I've never seen what the big deal with men is.” Robin explained, crossing her arms. “That's how I knew.”

“I definitely see the big deal with women,” Steve responded simply.

“What about men?”

“I think I always saw the big deal, I just pretended it did not exist.” Steve explained.

“Oh, sweet old denial.” She teased. “How do you feel about this?”

“I would feel better if I had better taste.” Steve deadpanned, causing Robin to laugh and kick him. He slid out of the sofa dramatically to the floor. “Kicking me while I'm most vulnerable, Buckley? I see your game.”

“I have been bidding my time to find your weak spot, Harrington.” Robin joked lightly, jabbing Steve’s legs with her foot. “You will fall, Steven!”

Steve retaliated by pulling her into the floor.

“Look who's falling now?”

“Whatever,” Robin pushed herself to sit upward, sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa. Steve mimicked her with his back against the coffee table. “Who is the guy?” she asked.

“I don't wanna tell you,” Steve whispered, more out of respect for their tradition than anything else. “You’ll make fun of me.”

“Of course I will,” she whispered back. Steve reached for her hand to intertwine their fingers and she held him without batting an eye. “That’s kinda my job as your soulmate.” Steve chuckled. “I have to make sure whoever it is doesn’t mess up our vibe, you know?” He didn’t.

“I’m sure he won’t."

"Are you really gonna make me guess?" Steve lit up at the suggestion. Before he could speak, Robin continued "I'm not gonna guess, just tell me."

"Are you afraid of getting it wrong and looking like a fool?" He teased.

"It's Eddie." She answered less than a second later.

Steve did not respond, shocked at her quick response.

"Who's the fool now, Steve?" The smile on her face was infectious to Steve, who poker her with his foot.

"How did you do that?"

"By having eyes."

"What do you think?" She closed her eyes and hummed as Steve waited for her response.

"I think he looks at you the same way you look at him."

"I should ask him out."

"I can be your wingman!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, my god, yes!"

"We have to make a plan," Robin yelled. She jumped to her feet, letting go of Steve's hand, and dashed up the stairs. "I'm going to get some paper."

Steve stayed behind, sitting more comfortably on the floor, and removing the magazines they had on the coffee table off.

They made a plan, that ended in more of a disaster which is a story for another time. There is only one thing that is important.

Eddie said yes.

[thai-09]

They 🫴🏻

[underthestarlitsky]

two halves of one whole idiot (vickie is standing five feet away staring in confusion btw)

ko-fi requests | commissions

[robin-buck1ey]

Robin writing reminders all over like “call sayde”, left and right on her hands, and (Don’t Trip) on her shoes, only furthers proves that Nance would leave sticky note reminders for Robin

[aprilclementine]

part 2 of history teacher steve and art teacher eddie.

part 1 / part 3

When Steve made his way back to his room, Mr.Munson was waiting, propped up against the door, until he noticed Steve bounding down the hallway. "Sorry, I didn't mean to keep you waiting, Mr.Munson."

"Eddie, call me Eddie." Eddie smiled, and Steve fumbled with his keys, because why were his hands suddenly clammy?

"Eddie." Steve repeated, finally getting his classroom door open. "You can call me, Steve."

"Where do you run off to for lunch? I came over here after my fourth period, hoping we could've grabbed lunch together too." Eddie questioned, as he moved through Steve's room, observing the work on the walls.

Steve willed the heat creeping up his face away, as he took a seat at one of the desks in the middle of the room, map of the school in hand. "I normally have lunch in the band room, with the music teacher, Ms.Buckley."

Eddie paused, looking at Steve over his shoulder. "Oh? Is Ms.Buckley your.."

Steve snorted, shaking his head. "She's just my roommate, and her chairs are more comfortable than the staff lounge."

Eddies shoulder dropped slightly, and he turned on his heel to sit in front of Steve now. Eddie propped his elbows on the table, scanning Steves face with a mischevious grin. "Noted, if I ever need an embarassing story on you for blackmail, I shall call Ms.Buckley."

Steve feigned hurt, placing his hand on his chest. "What would you ever need to blackmail me for?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I've got my eye on you, golden boy." Eddie grimaced playfully, raising two fingers at eye level, before moving them in Steve’s direction.

Steve shook his head, and rolled his eyes at the nickname. "Whatever you say, Munson. Now, do you want the rundown of this place or not?"

"Oh, do tell, Stevie, do tell." Eddie rested his chin on his hands now, leaning closer over the desk.

"Okay, so," Steve started, pushing the paper towards Eddie, watching his eyes move across the paper. "We are here," he marked the paper using his red correcting pen, with a star between his and Eddie's rooms. Eddie nodded, watching Steve's hand move over the paper. "Ms.Buckley, Robin, my roommate, is in this far off corner."

"That room is huge." Eddie commented, looking at the scale of it compared to the others. "Does she just teach marching band? What kind of instruments does she have?"

"Mmm, it's not just marching band, theres percussion, and beginners band where she hosts students from the middle school, she has music theory, and just last year she started a course for students that want to learn how to play guitar. Do you play anything?" Steve questioned.

Eddie nodded proudly, "Sure do, my friends and I started a band when we were in middle school, and played all the way til we graduated."

Steve tilted his head in interest, giving him a smile, "You should show me your skills sometime." Holy shit, why did he say that?

Eddie raised his brows at Steve. "Oh yeah? Are you interested, Harrington?" Holy shit, why did he say it like that?

"I mean- I mean like show me and Robin. Yeah, we would, we would like to see." Steve began, eyes darting back towards the paper, "Hey, did you know the Olympics used to actually award medals for art?" Steve breathed out quickly, trying to steady his heart rate. "From 1912 to 1948, they gave out medals for sculptures, paintings, and music!" Steve continued to ramble, using his hands to emphasize his point. "The art had to be Olympic-themed, of course, and-" Steve stopped himself, feeling the heat evident on his face, under Eddie's amused gaze. "Sorry," Steve cleared his throat before he continued, "across the hall from us is Ms.Wheeler, she teaches English. She's great, very kind, and the students highly respect her."

Eddie nodded along, taking his bottom lip between his teeth to hide his wide grin, following Steve’s finger as it moved along the map, “At the end of this hall is Argyle, and don’t ask me for his last name, since he started he insisted everyone just call him by his first name. He’s the science teacher. Next to his room, is Mr.Byers, he’s the math teacher for our hall.”

Eddie leaned over the paper some more, to try and get a mental image of where each class is, tongue darting between his lips as he tried to concentrate.

Steve picked up on Eddies confusion as he squinted at the map. "C'mon, I have a feeling you’re more of a visual learner." Steve offered, as he stood from his seat. Eddie nodded wordlessly, letting Steve usher him out of his classroom.

-E-

Eddie and Steve walked down the empty hallways, as Steve pointed out a couple classrooms to him. Eddie waited behind Steve, as he knocked on Ms.Wheelers door. Eddie could hear the crisp click-clack of her heels, as she made her way to the door. She opened the door, face relaxing when she seen it was only the two. "How can I help you, Mr.Harrington?"

"I hope we weren't interrupting anything too important, I wanted to introduce you to the new art teacher." Steve stepped aside, so Eddie could step forward and offer his hand to her.

Nancy gave him a warm smile, shaking his hand. "Ms.Wheeler, but you can call me Nancy, well, as long as there's no student around." She added.

"Eddie Munson, and you can call me either, Mr.Munson feels a little too formal to me. Still getting used to it." Eddie said with a scrunch of his nose.

Nancy glanced at Steve, with a teasing smile on her face. "Another Argyle on our hands, I see."

Steve laughed at the comment, so Eddie assumed he should too. "It was nice meeting you, Eddie, I'm usually in the staff lounge for lunch if you ever want to talk." Nancy waved as the two walked away from her room.

"Next, we'll see Mr.Byers." Steve added, as he ushered Eddie down the hall. Steve gave a crisp knock on the door, waiting patiently with his hands behind his back. Mr.Byers opened the door, looking between the two of them. "Hey, what’s up?."

Steve repeated the same speech he gave Nancy, stepping aside to let Eddie step forward and introduce himself. Steve waved to Jonathan, as the two took a left to continue down the hall to Argyle's room. Steve knocked again, waiting for Argyle with a smile. "This guy's smile is so contagious," Steve leaned back to speak to Eddie.

Eddie nodded, and watched as the door opened, Argyle listened deeply to Steve, who motioned towards Eddie. Argyle turned his attention to Eddie now, clasping Eddie's hand between both of his, with a soft shake. "So nice to meet you, man. Come by during lunch some time, and I’ll introduce you to my bearded dragon too." Eddie grinned, holding his gaze, and repeating the same introduction he gave to Nancy and Johnathan.

Argyle brought two fingers up to his head, and gave Eddie and Steve some type of saulte as they left, easy smile still on his face.

Steve continued down the school halls with Eddie, now practically shoulder to shoulder. Eddie had to pretend his entire body wasn't screaming at the contact. Steve is his coworker after all. "We're making our way to the music room now, I'll show you where the staff lounge is on the way over." Steve continued as they made their way through the lunch room together. Steve pointing out their emergency exit route, and where the staff lounge is tucked away at. "If we have time I'll show you my trick on how to unjam the copy machine." Steve leaned into Eddies to whisper. Eddie was so sure Steve could see the obvious color rushing to his cheeks.

Steve held open the door to the staff lounge for Eddie, Eddie walked around the room, observing the decorated bulletin boards. Eddie's eyes gravitated towards a picture of Steve during spirit week, posing in front of his room door, dressed in a navy blue sailor uniform, red neckerchief tied loosely around his neck, red and white striped shirt underneath.

Eddies snort caught Steves attention. Steve moved closer, standing behind Eddie, following his gaze until it landed on the picture of himself. "Oh God, I can't believe they still have this one up." Steve groaned, face flushing.

Eddie laughed at his expense. leaning in closer to the board to really get a good look, trying not to zone in on the way Steves arms looked, as he crossed them over his chest in the picture.

"I lost a bet with Robin my first year, and she made me wear an embarassing old work uniform during spirit week, from a job we had back in college." Steve explained, trying to avoid Eddies gaze. "I bet she's the one that makes sure this photo stays up, at least it’s not the one where she made me wear the hat that goes along with the uniform."

"Why did you still have the uniform?" Eddie teased, scanning the board, trying to find more pictures with Steve in them.

"Believe it or not, it's because the uniform shorts, fit me better than any pair of shorts I've ever owned." Steve joined in on the laughter, face still flushed.

Eddie frowned playfully as he turned back to Steve. "This picture only shows your waist up! I was robbed of the full experience."

“Shut up, Munson.” Steve shoved him softly, smiling before returning his gaze back to the board, and grabbing Eddie's attention as he pointed to another picture. "Naturally, I had to up my game my second year." Eddies gaze stayed on the photo, not sure he could look Steve in the eyes after seeing this one. Steve was dressed as Tom Cruise in the Risky Business movie. The form-fitting black blazer, paired with the Ray-Bans, and his charming smile, Eddie was sure his face was just as red as Steve’s now.

"Get it? I'm Tom Cruise in Risky Business." Steve smiled, as Eddie turned to him. Steve stepped away from Eddie, bringing up his closed fist to his mouth, before he began, "Just take those old records off the shelf," Steve threw his head back dramatically as he sang, before continuing with a soft head bang to enunciate the lyrics. "I sit and listen to them by myself." By this point, Steve had cut himself off with his own laughter.

Eddie had to put his face in his hands to hide his flushed cheeks, as he laughed. "Aw, c'mon it's not that bad of an impression, is it? Robin thinks I kind of look like him? What do you think?" Eddie looked up through his hands, as Steve took off his glasses, and slowly turned his head from side-to-sides.

Eddie bit back his smile, nodding in agreement, he's starting to reconsider how good this job will be for his health, if his heart rate is going to be beating this fast every time Steve’s around.

Steve beamed at him, coming around the table in the middle, and holding the door open for Eddie again. "We'll come back to the printer another day, sorry I got distracted, we gotta get to Robin's class before the bell."

Eddie followed Steve, as they walked down the hall again, Steve explaing that she was teaching her guitar class right now. Steve knocked, waiting patiently, he shot a quick reassuring grin back to Eddie, before the door opened. "Dude, couldn't you wait til the ride home to tell me how it went with-"

Steve was quick to cut the woman off, with a frantic hand, before he stepped to the side, putting Eddie in view. Eddie watched curiously, as the two seemed to have a conversation with their eyes, before the womans gaze landed on him. She held out her hand to Eddie, her stare intense, as she shook his hand. "Robin Buckley, nice to meet you."

"Eddie Munson, I'm the new art teacher." he gave her his warmest smile, out of all the people he met today, he knew this ones approval mattered. "I have a question for you, Buckley."

Robin raised a brow, her face pulling together in confusion. "What is it?"

"I was wondering if you had any more pictures of Steve in that sailor uniform." Eddie asked with a mischevious grin growing across his face. "I'd love to see them."

Robins face softened, as she mirrored his expression. "I actually have one of us on our first day at ol' Scoops Ahoy, right on my desk-"

"Okay, okay, this was such a bad idea. Don't you have a class to teach, Buckley?" Steve cut in, pulling Eddie away by his shoulder, face flushed in embarrassment.

Eddie and Robin laughed at Steve’s expression, Eddie waving to Robin. "We'll continue this conversation another time." Eddie called out to her, as the two continued back to their rooms.

"I have a whole album on my phone worth of embarassing photos of Harrington, call me if you need anything!" Robin shot back, before closing the door.

Steve and Eddie stayed by their room doors talking until the bell rang. "Thanks for the tour, golden boy." Eddie smirked, bumping Steves shoulder. "And, for the serenade, never knew how badly I wanted to be Rebecca De Mornay." Eddie added with a hand over his heart, jokingly.

Steve waved a dismissive hand, bashful smile adorning his face. "Happy to help," Steve continued as he pushed off his door, "the serenade was part of the VIP Tour package."

Eddie laughed softly, fiddling with his classroom keys. "I hope I'm the only one that's been able to afford the VIP Tour package, Harrington."

"Trust me, Munson, it's one of a kind." Steve replied, reaching for his own classroom keys now. "One of a kind, much like your teaching style."

"Hey, getting on tables really gets their attention, you should try it sometime, Harrington." Eddie defended, as Steve stepped fully into his classroom, and Eddie could still hear his laugh.

-S-

Steve waited patiently outside Robins door after school, twirling his car keys. Robin came out shortly after, bounding down the halls with Steve in tow. The two made it to Steve’s car, Robin ranting about her new students, and just buzzing with excitement about the new year ahead. "Alright, Steve-o, spill."

Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "He seen the Scoops picture, so he mustve seen the Tom Cruise picture too, right?" Robin inquired. Steve nodded slowly, knowing her next question already.

"Steve, please tell me you didn't do Risky Business." Robin pleaded, eyes wide with anticipation, as she awaited Steve’s answer. Steve let his head rest against the steering wheel. Whispering his reply so quietly Robin couldn't pick up on it. "I can't hear you, Stevie."

Steve blew out an exasperated breath he had been holding in. "I did Risky Business."

"Steve, oh my god." Robin burst with a load laugh, swatting at the air, as Steve grumbled about how it 'always worked in college'.

***

ahhhhhh sorry it took so long, i have part three ready to go later tonight, or tomorrow afternoon. anyways, there's about thirty pages of this fic so far sitting on my laptop, and i'm working on getting it to ao3 but this is my first time ever participating in like fandom things? so its taking me a little longer to get used to consistent posts, and responding to comments and tags. BUT!!! i love seeing your thoughts and tags and comments they all mean so much thank u thank u thakn u <333 -i'll fix any errors int he morning-

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This fic was a request by @pitrechore

Minors DNI (18+ Only!!!!!!)

The Outcome Isn’t Always The Plan

Top!Robin x Bottom!Nancy

Notes: Underage drinking, drunk-ish sex, and as always, they both have praise kinks

Nancy’s not sure what’s gotten into her lately, but all she can think about is Steve. Right now she’s standing in her room, rummaging through her closet trying to find an outfit for some party he’s throwing. If she’s being honest, there’s only two reasons she’s attending, Steve and free alcohol. Nancy doesn’t know what happened or why, but she thinks she wants Steve back. The problem is, she can never truly get him alone. He’s always the kids and she loves seeing him with them, she thinks it’s cute. If he’s not with them, he’s with Robin. Nancy doesn’t hate Robin, she just can’t wrap her mind around her relationship with Steve. Her plan is to get him alone tonight and tell him everything, but she needs the perfect outfit, one that will grab his attention. Earlier, she got a new shirt, but the pants she wanted didn’t come in her size, so she has to find something in her closet. After looking for over thirty minutes, she decides on a pair of black cargo pants. Nancy puts them on and pairs them with her new white V-neck long sleeve shirt. She chose this shirt because when she tried it on, she noticed how much it accentuated her cleavage. When she looked in the mirror, she smiled, knowing that this would definitely get Steve’s attention. She slid into a light gray coat, unbuttoned of course, then looked at the time. Under her breath she muttered, “Shit” knowing she had to leave in the next couple minutes. She grabbed the all-white reeboks out of her closet and put them on, then took a quick look at herself in the mirror. Nancy played with her hair a little and made sure her makeup looked perfect before she grabbed her keys. As she was running out the door, she yelled, “Bye! See you later, going to Steve’s!” and before anyone in her family could protest, she was pulling out of the driveway with a screech of her tires.

Ten minutes later, she arrives to the party and there’s already a good amount of people there. She parks her car on the street and as she gets closer to the house, she can hear the music blaring from the speakers inside. When she enters, Nancy’s met with the sight of a bunch of people dancing with red solo cups in hand. There’s also several couples making out and it makes her cringe. Immediately, she starts walking through around and looking for Steve. After she scopes for a few seconds, her eyes land on him and he’s with Robin, no surprise there. She rolls her eyes and quickly makes her way to the kitchen to make herself a drink. Needing the liquid courage, she downs that one right at Steve’s kitchen counter and makes another one. Then, she walks over to Steve, Robin, Eddie, and Chrissy. When Steve spots her, he says, “Hey, Nance!” and waves her over. She walks over and greets everyone, then Steve says, “I’m so glad you could make it!” Nancy replies, “Of course, don’t mention it!” They all get back to the conversation they were having and Nancy notices Robin getting more touchy with Steve. Each touch is like a small stab in the heart to her. She finishes her second drink rather quickly and goes into the kitchen to get a new one. When she returns, it’s just Eddie and Chrissy standing there. Nancy nudges Eddie and asks, “Where’d Steve go?” Eddie replies by pointing his finger towards the area where everyone was dancing. She sees him dancing with Robin, but she cannot for the life of her tell what their relationship dynamic is. Both of them swear they’re not a couple, but they’re always together and they do stuff like this. Nancy doesn’t know what to feel, but as she watches them dance for a few seconds, she sees Robin’s eyes land on her and then quickly look away. She felt like she was going to break down, on the verge of tears and then, she watches Robin whisper something to Steve. A few seconds pass and his eyes land on Nancy, then also quickly look away. Nancy doesn’t know what she’s feeling right now other than frustration and with that, she chugs the rest of her drink as a single tear rolls down her cheek. When Steve and Robin look back at where she was standing, Nancy was gone. They both look around and Robin sees a pair of white reeboks disappear up the stairs.

Robin nudges Steve and says, “I think I saw her go upstairs, let me check on her.” He nodded and Robin made her way up the stairs. She planned to check the bathroom first, but the door was open with the light off. As she was walking away, she heard crying and sniffles coming from Steve’s room. She lightly knocked and said, “Nance? Is that you? Are you in there?” Robin hears Nancy say, “Robin! Robin, Is that you?” and she replies, “Yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?” Nancy sniffles and slurs, “Mhmmm. Yeah. Perfectly- Perfectly fine.” In that moment, Robin realizes just how much Nancy must of had to drink and that she was clearly drunk. With a really sweet tone, Robin asks, “Is it alright if I come in?” and Nancy sniffles again, then replies, “Yeah.” She slowly opens the door and after she entered, she locked it behind her, not wanting anyone to disturb them. Then, as she makes her way towards the bed, she sees a grey coat laying on the floor. Once Steve’s bed is in view, Robin sees Nancy in it, curled up in a ball and wrapped in the covers. She’s crying with her makeup running all down her face. Robin can’t help but think that even with her makeup ruined, she still looks 100 times more beautiful than anyone she’s ever seen. She snaps out of her thoughts and immediately rushes over to her. Robin sits besides her and lightly brushes her fingertips up and down her back. In the same sweet tone she used before, she asks, “Nance, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” and Nancy slurs, “Cause Steve. He doesn’t- He doesn’t want me.” Nancy starts crying more after the words left her mouth and she weakly punches the mattress beneath her. Robin gently grabs her fist and rearranges their hands so she’s holding Nancy’s. She lightly swipes her thumb across Nancy’s knuckles in attempt to calm her down. Nancy continues crying, but it’s calmer than it was and Robin asks, “What do you mean, Steve doesn’t want you?” With tears streaming down her face, she rolls over and faces Robin. Her sparkly blue eyes meet Nancy’s red ones and Nancy says, “He wants- He wants you.” Her confession only summoned more tears and they continued to roll down her cheeks. Robin scrunched her nose at the thought and said, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Nance, Steve and I are never going to happen, ever. The thought is just- bleh.” She scrunches her nose again and says, “It’s gross. Bleh. I promise you, nothing’s happening or will ever happen. Absolutely nothing. We’re just friends.” Nancy grunts and rolls over, away from Robin. She yanks her hand out of Robin’s and repeatedly punches mattress a few times while saying, “You don’t get it. He doesn’t look at me the way he looks at you. He doesn’t like me.” Robin can feel herself starting to get frustrated because not only does she not like the fact that Nancy doesn’t believe her, but she can’t stand to watch Nancy not think she’s good enough for someone. She thinks to herself that any room that Nancy’s in, she’s automatically the most beautiful person in the room. If there were a room full of celebrities, models, literally anyone, and Nancy was standing there, she’d pick Nancy. She’d always pick Nancy. Robin says, “Nance, Steve and I are just friends. Nothing’s going to happen” and Nancy says, “You don’t know that.” She rolls her eyes in response and says, “No, trust me, I do. Please, just trust me on this.” Nancy replies, “How? How do you know? Both of you are always together and you both are always so touchy with each other. You guys were just-” but Nancy’s response was cut short. Robin got frustrated and the alcohol she previously drank that night got the best of her. She quickly sat up and straddled Nancy’s lap. Nancy was confused, but she barely had time to think before Robin pinned her wrists beside her head and kissed her. A couple seconds later, Robin’s eyes widened after she realized what she just did.

Robin quickly hopped up and started pacing back and forth at the foot of Steve’s bed while frantically apologizing. Nancy was still in shock about what just happened and after a minute or so, she asks, “What was- What was that for?” Robin was expecting her to be angry or disgusted, but that’s not the response she got at all. She noticed the color of Nancy’s cheeks changed and realized that she was actually blushing. Robin triple checked to make sure that what she was seeing was true. Was Nancy Wheeler actually blushing right now from her kiss? She looked at her for a second, then looked down while replying, “I uh- I didn’t know how to get you to st- stop and I-” and she gulped loudly. Robin continued, “I had to show you, what I- what meant, I guess. I don’t know.” She paused for a couple seconds, then said, “Also, I may have had a fair amount to drink tonight.” Both girls chuckle and Nancy pats the vacant spot on the bed beside her. Robin gulps loudly, then nods and moves to sit next to her. Once she’s situated she looks at Nancy and their eyes lock. With a sweet voice, one sounding like it could be laced with sugar, Nancy asks, “When you say that you and Steve are never going to happen, it’s because- it’s because you don’t like guys, isn’t it?” Robin’s face got bright red and tears formed in her eyes. Even though she just kissed Nancy and she didn’t have a bad reaction, that doesn’t mean she won’t have one now. She nodded her head yes and a couple tears fell. Nancy’s eyes softened and she sat up so her face was leveled with Robin’s. She gently took the pads of her thumbs and wiped her tears away. While she did, Robin mumbled, “I like you, Nance. Not Steve” and Nancy’s faced turned bright red. She froze and said, “Y- You like me?” Suddenly, she feels a lot more sober than she did a minute ago. Robin nodded with her cheeks slightly redder than Nancy’s. She said, “I’ve al- always liked you, Nance. How could I not? You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and you’re incredibly smart. Like, I mean incredibly smart, both book and common sense. You also always know what to do and you’re always there when I or someone else needs it. You’re probably the bravest person I know and I could keep going. You’re perfect Nance, but I know you don’t like me the way I like you and that you like Steve. Which is totally fine by the way, I’m not upset at all, he’s a great guy, but you know that already.” The room fell silent for a minute while Nancy lays there thinking. She recalls the kiss that happened just a few minutes ago and how she felt something. It was a new feeling, one she’s never had from kissing someone before. When the lightbulb finally clicked, she quietly gasped, but it was loud enough to get Robin’s attention. She looked over at her confused and ready for her to explain. At that moment, Nancy finally realized that she hasn’t wanted Steve, but that she’s been jealous of him. She turns to Robin, who looks very anxious and confused, and she kisses her. When their lips connect, Nancy feels that new feeling again. Robin breaks the kiss and watches as Nancy now looks at her confused. She says, “W- Wait, Nance. I don’t- I don’t understand. If you’re doing this because you feel bad or something, pl- please don’t. It’ll just be wor-”, but her ramble gets interrupted. Nancy scrunches her eyebrows and says, “Robin, I would never mess with your feelings like that. I promise that’s not what this is.” In reply, Robin mumbles, “Then what- Then what is it?” with anxiety clearly coating her voice. Nancy smiles, then says, “It’s not Steve, it’s- it’s you. I didn’t want Steve, I want-” and she looks down as her cheeks turn bright red. She mumbles, “I want you, Robin.” Robin couldn’t get her hopes up just yet, especially since she just remembered how much Nancy’s had to drink tonight.

Robin asks, “Nance, I don’t mean this to sound rude, but haven’t you had a lot to drink tonight?” Nancy nodded and said, “Yeah, but when you told me you liked me, that helped sober me up. I promise I’m not drunk enough to not know what I’m saying or doing.” Now, Robin could get her hopes up and a wide smile appeared on her face. She didn’t need to hear anything else, all she wanted was to kiss Nancy again. Robin grabbed Nancy’s cheeks, moving her face towards hers and kissed her passionately. Nancy kissed her back with the same intensity and neither one of them broke the kiss until they started to run out of breath. Once Nancy could breathe normally, she said, “It was always you, not Steve. You. I was jealous of him because I wanted what he had.” Robin quirked an eyebrow and Nancy looked her in her eyes, then said, “You.” Before Robin could mutter anything, Nancy reconnected their lips again. This kiss was more heated than the other two and it was filled with so much want. As they’re kissing, Robin moves so that she’s straddling Nancy’s lap again. Before she breaks the kiss, she bites Nancy’s bottom lip, eliciting the most beautiful sounding moan from her. When she breaks the kiss, a shaky breath leaves Robin’s mouth after hearing Nancy moan. She asks, “Nance, how far um- how far do you want to g- go?” Nancy can tell by her stuttering that Robin was nervous. She gently grabbed both of her hands and with a smile on her face, said, “Whatever you feel comfortable with. I’ll tell you if I don’t like something, okay?” Robin nods and says, “O- Okay, y- yeah.” Nancy lightly rubs her thumbs over Robin’s knuckles and says, “You don’t need to be nervous, Robs”, then gives her a sweet, short kiss. Robin smiles and kisses her again.

As they’re kissing, Robin moves her hands to Nancy’s waist and tugs at the hem of her shirt. Nancy nods and breaks the kiss so Robin can take it off. Robin lifts the shirt up and over Nancy’s head, then tosses it on the floor. Robin lets out a small, quiet moan, when she sees Nancy shirtless with only a lace bralette covering her chest. She mumbles, “Beautiful, so beautiful” and Nancy blushes. Nancy tugs at the hem of Robin’s sweater and says, “May I?” Robin can only reply back with a high pitched “Mhmmm” and Nancy strips Robin of her sweater. Nancy lets out a quiet moan of her own when she sees Robin shirtless, with only a black bra covering her breasts. She looks her in the eyes, then says, “Robin, you’re so beautiful.” Robin couldn’t help but whine, not only loving the praise Nancy was giving her, but loving that she knew Nancy was being sincere. Nancy heard the whine and asked sweetly, with no judgment in her tone, “Do you like when I praise you?” Robin’s eyes shot up at her and her face was bright red. She hesitantly nodded and Nancy replied, “Okay, sweetheart.” Robin’s cheeks were now dark red and she mumbled, “I like when you call me sweetheart.” Nancy giggled and said, “I thought you would, what about baby?” She nodded in response and Nancy asked, “What if I call you a good girl?” Robin bit her lip, holding back another whine and she nodded her head rapidly. Nancy smiled at the flustered mess in front of her and said, “Okay, baby. Can you be a good girl for me and take off my bra?” Robin loudly gulped, but she nodded her head and quickly moved her hands behind Nancy’s back. She unclasped her bra and grabbed it by it’s straps. She slid them down Nancy’s arms, then tossed the bra in the direction of her shirt.

When Robin looked down at Nancy’s bare chest, she moaned and her mouth hung open at the sight. All she could do was stare at her breasts, making Nancy blush. In a teasing tone, Nancy said, “You can do more than just stare at them” with a smile on her face. Robin replied, “I- I know. I’m just taking you in, cause you’re- cause you’re beautiful, Nance. Like, I can’t even put into words how beautiful you are, beautiful.” A dark red creeps onto Nancy’s cheeks and it gives Robin a confidence boost. She moves her hands to Nancy’s breasts and starts kneading them, eliciting small moans from Nancy. Robin’s panties are getting wetter with each moan Nancy lets out and she feels Nancy’s hands wander toward her bra straps. She stops her movements and before Nancy could even ask, Robin was already nodding her head. Nancy smiled and unclasped her bra, then tossed on the floor. When she looked at Robin’s chest, she muttered, “Holy shit” under her breath. She couldn’t stop herself from staring at them, causing Robin’s face to turn a bright red. Nancy whispered, “Beautiful. So beautiful” and then she reconnected their lips again into a heated kiss. Both girls were now playing with each other’s breasts and each of their moans were being swallowed by their kiss. Robin’s confidence was growing by the second and out of nowhere, she pulled away from the kiss and pushed Nancy back, not too rough, but not too soft either. Nancy’s head hit the pillows causing her to moan and she said breathlessly, “I like- I like when you’re rough with- rough with me.” Robin grinned and said, “Hmmm, well that can be managed.” She reconnected their lips again, but only for a few seconds before her lips moved to a spot right below her ear. Robin lightly kissed her there and trying to sound as confident as possible, but with her voice shaky, she asks, “Is it okay if I- if I leave marks on your- on your neck?” Nancy smiles and hums just thinking about it, so she replies with a borderline whine saying, ”Please.” Robin finds a tender spot on her neck and starts to suck a mark onto it, eliciting a sweet, soft moan from Nancy. She does this in a few different spots before she kisses down to her chest.

Once her lips land near Nancy’s heart, she raises her head up slightly and asks, “Is it okay if I continue down?” Nancy replies with a “Mhmmm. Please” and Robin continues kissing down until she’s at the bottom of Nancy’s ribcage. Before her last kiss, Robin looks up, only to find Nancy already looking at her. She maintains eye contact with her while planting her last kiss. One of Robin’s hands sneaks up to pinch one of Nancy’s nipples, eliciting a loud moan from her. Robin says, “I’d tell you to be good girl and be quiet, but the music is so loud downstairs that they can’t hear you. So, be a good girl for me and don’t hold back, okay?” Nancy whines and squirms underneath Robin, then says, “Y- Yes.” Robin replies, “Good girl”, then raises her head a few inches and with her tongue, she flicks the same nipple she pinched. Nancy moans out a soft, “Oh fuck” and it takes everything in Robin to not to let out a whine. She continues to flick Nancy’s nipple, eliciting more beautiful moans out of her. Without warning, Robin switched to rapidly flicking her tongue and Nancy loudly moaned out, “Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, Robin!” After hearing her name leave Nancy’s mouth, Robin couldn’t help the small moan that escaped her lips. Never in a billion years did she think that Nancy Wheeler would be moaning her name, but god did she love the sound of it. A moment or so later, Robin slows her movements. She circles Nancy’s nipple a few times, before latching her mouth around it and sucking on it. Nancy moans out a high pitched, incoherent sound, followed by her moaning, “So good! Feels so sooooo good.” The praise makes Robin start to suck faster and more moans escape from Nancy’s lips. She moans out, “Such a- Such a good girl, fo- for me. So good for me, swee- sweetheart” and Robin couldn’t hold in her whine that time. It wasn’t very loud, but it was loud enough for Nancy to hear and she loved it. She loved how much Robin wanted to please her and be good for her. Robin continues to suck on her nipple, eliciting moan after moan from Nancy. With her mouth still latched around her nipple, she swirls her tongue around it a few times before releasing it. As she’s releasing Nancy’s nipple from her mouth, she makes sure her teeth lightly graze over it. Nancy squirms underneath her and an incoherent, high pitched moan escapes from Nancy’s parted lips.

As Robin switches over to Nancy’s other nipple, she says, “Your moans sound so beautiful.” Right as she was about to respond, she felt Robin’s tongue flick her other nipple and a soft moan left her lips. Robin did the same movements that she did before and Nancy’s panties are soaked by the time Robin’s done. After she was satisfied playing with Nancy’s breasts, she continued moving down her body. She starts at her heart and kisses down to the waistband of her pants. Once she plants her last kiss, she positions herself so she’s sitting on her heels in between Nancy’s legs. She starts messing with the waistband of Nancy’s cargo pants and after a few seconds, she looks at Nancy. When Robin looked into her eyes, she could see how much she wanted this. Robin noticed her blown out pupils and it boosted her confidence a bit. She tugs at the waistband of Nancy’s pants and asks, “Can I- Can I take these off?” with her voice shaking a little. Nancy says, “Mhmmm. Be a good girl for me and take them off” and Robin replies with a nod. Seconds later, Robin’s standing at the edge of the bed while Nancy’s lifting her hips, so she can strip her of her pants. Once they’re off, Robin’s mouth is wide open as she looks at Nancy with only a pair of pink lace panties. She starts lightly running her hands up and down the tops of Nancy’s thighs, making her squirm. Then, Robin starts tracing her finger over the lace pattern of her panties. Out of nowhere, she snaps the waistband and says, “These are cute on you” with her voice raspier than normal. Nancy whines and Robin feels her entire body heat up at sound. She flashes a smile for a brief moment before tucking her hands under the waistband of Nancy’s panties. She looks up at Nancy and asks, “Can I?” while tugging slightly on the panties. Nancy nods rapidly and practically begs, saying, “Please. Please, Robs. Please” while starting to slightly raise her hips. Without hesitation, Robin quickly strips Nancy of her panties and once she’s fully naked, she gawks at the masterpiece in front of her.

After looking at her for a bit too long, she looks Nancy is her eyes and says, “You’re so beautiful, Nance. All of you, inside and out.” Then, she crawls on top of her and plants the sweetest kiss on her lips. Nancy gets told she’s beautiful a lot, but it’s different when Robin says it. When Robin says it, she can tell that she wholeheartedly thinks it and it melts her heart. She blushes and says, “Thank you” shyly. Robin smiles at her and positions herself on her stomach in between Nancy’s legs. When she looks at Nancy’s pussy, she gasps at how wet she is. Robin stutters out, “You’re so- You’re so w- w- wet.” Then, her eyes flick up to look at Nancy and as soon as she looks up, Nancy’s eyes were already there to meet hers. Nancy replies back, “Mhmmm, all for you, sweetheart. You did this to me” and Robin moans. She continues on, saying, “Now, can you be a good girl for me and make me feel good?” Robin whines and nods her head in response, then Nancy says, “Prove it to me. Show me how much of a good girl you are for me.” Another whine leaves Robin’s lips and Nancy can’t help but smirk. A few seconds later, her smirk fades as Robin licks a stripe from the bottom of Nancy’s entrance up to her clit. Her hips buck up into Robin’s tongue tongue at the contact and she moans out an “oh fuck” while she throws her head back. Robin hums at the taste of Nancy’s arousal on her tongue. Her tongue stays fixated on Nancy’s clit and she starts to lick it, making her moan and squirm. Robin roughly grips her thighs and pushes them deep into the mattress, causing a loud moan to escape from Nancy’s lips. She was about to throw her hand over her mouth, but she remembered what Robin said about the music downstairs and that she wanted her to be loud. Robin could tell Nancy was starting to get close, so she starts to rapidly lick her clit. A loud, “Oh fuck, Robin! Robin! Feels so- Feels so good! Fuck, Robin! You’re do- You’re doing so good! Such a good- Such a good girl!” All the praise made Robin’s tongue move faster and within less than 30 seconds, she was cumming. After she came, Robin latched her mouth around Nancy’s clit and started sucking on it. A high pitched moan left her lips, followed by a “Holy shit! Oh my god! Oh my god, Robin! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! S- So good! Feels so- Feels so good!” It didn’t take long for Nancy’s second climax to approach and Robin’s name is all that left her mouth. After she came, Robin started doing little kitten licks on Nancy’s clit. The lightness of them was making Nancy squirm and she felt the holds on her thighs disappear. It was only for a moment before one of Robin’s forearms was pinning her waist down, into the mattress.

Suddenly, Nancy feels one of Robin’s fingers enter her entrance. She moans loudly and Robin stops her licks on her clit to look up at her. She smiles as she sees Nancy’s head thrown back and her eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. Robin says, “Am I making you feel good, Nance?” All Nancy can managed to get out is a strangled and breathless, “Y- Yes.” Robin continues, “You like when I use my finger inside you?” and another breathless, “Yes”, leaves her mouth. She hums, then enters a second finger in Nancy’s entrance. Nancy moans out, “Oh fuck, Robin! Oh my god!” Instead of moving her fingers in and out, Robin decides to repeatedly curl her fingers inside Nancy’s entrance, hitting Nancy’s special spot, over and over again. Her legs start to shake out of control and she screams out, “Fuck yes, Robin! Fuck yes! Good girl! Good fucking girl, Robin! Robin!” as her third orgasm hits her abruptly. Robin rides her through it, then takes her fingers out of Nancy’s entrance. She was about to suck them clean, but she said, “Nance, do you maybe wanna uh- suck on my- on my fingers while I cl- clean you up? I’ll be super gentle I promise! And if you ever want me to stop, just say so and I will, I swear!” Nancy lets out a weak giggle and mumbles, “Yes please and I know you will, baby. I trust you.” Robin smiles and positions her head back in between Nancy’s thighs. Right as she was about to start licking up her cum and arousal, Robin reaches her arm up and Nancy grabs it. She grabs her her wrist and directs the two fingers that were previously inside her entrance, into her mouth. Nancy hums at the taste of herself and sucks Robin’s fingers clean. She swirls her tongue around and between them, making sure she gets every last drop. After Robin’s done, she slips her fingers out of Nancy’s mouth and plops down next to her. She kisses her cheek and says, “You’re perfect.” Nancy blushes and mumbles, “Thank you, sweetheart. So are you.” Robin’s cheeks are now flushed and she’s completely flustered. She mumbles, “Thank you” shyly and when a few seconds pass, she nervously asks, “Was I- Was I good?” After she asked the question, she tried to hide her face away from Nancy, but Nancy gently grabbed her chin with her index finger and her thumb. She said, “Sweetheart, look at me” in a soft tone and Robin’s eyes lock onto hers immediately. Nancy continues on, “You were absolutely amazing, baby. I promise. My legs wouldn’t still be shaking right now if you didn’t do a good job. You were such a good girl for me too. You did such a good job, Robs.” Robin whines at all the praise and can feel her arousal pooling in her panties. She squirms a little and when Nancy notices, she asks, “Would you maybe want to get out of here and go back to my house? I’d like to um- return the favor.” Robin’s eyes shot wide open and she started rapidly nodding her head, making Nancy to giggle.

Nancy gave her a kiss on the cheek and when she did, she noticed that Robin looked a little nervous. She said, “Hey, what’s wrong?” and Robin replies, “I don’t want you to, I don’t know, feel like you have to, you know, return the favor.” Nancy smiled and said, “Sweetheart, I know I don’t have to, I want to. I want to so bad, I promise you.” Robin nods and shyly says, “Okay”, then Nancy gives her a kiss on the cheek. Nancy weakly rolled out of the bed and almost fell over when she stood up because her legs were so wobbly. Robin let out a little snicker and Nancy said, “I told you that you did a good job” while giggling. Robin smiled and said, “Apparently I did”, then started giggling too. Nancy said, “Lets get dressed and go downstairs. I’ll tell Steve I’m not feeling well and you offered to take care of me. Does that sound good?” Robin nods and Nancy says, “Yeah, we need to get out of here quick before Steve tries to come in.” In that moment, Robin just realized that she fucked Nancy on Steve’s bed. Her nose scrunched up and she said, “We need to get out of here ASAP, I just remembered where exactly we are and now I think I might get sick.” Nancy rolls her eyes and says, “Oh shush! You’re so dramatic!” while giggling. Robin starts dramatically gagging while getting dressed and Nancy starts laughing. After they’re both dressed, they check their appearances in Steve’s mirror and once they both look presentable, they head downstairs. Robin points out Steve in the swarm of people and they head over to him. Robin taps him and says, “Hey dingus, look who I found!” He whips around and asks, “Hey, Nance! Are you okay?” Nancy replies, “Mhmmm, I’m good. I’m just a little stressed and my stomach hurts. Thank god Robin found me, she knew just what to do to calm me down, didn’t you?” Robin’s face turned a dark red and she stuttered out, “Y- Yeah, what can I- what can I say, I guess I just know how to- how to calm you down Nance.” Nance flashes her a smile, then focuses her attention back to Steve. She says, “Robin offered to take care of me for the rest of the night, so we’re going to head back to my place.” Steve nods and says, “Okay, thank you both for coming! Drive safe and Nance, I hope you feel better!” Both girls thank him and then they’re on their way out the door. Since Robin had less to drink, Nancy let her drive, even though she doesn’t have her license. Once they’re in the car, Robin can’t stop tapping the steering well. After a couple minutes, Nancy asks, “Sweetheart, are okay?” and puts her hand on Robin’s thigh in attempt to calm her down. It pulls her out of her thoughts and Robin says, “I’m- I’m sorry. I just- I keep thinking this is a dream.” Nancy pinches her arm and says,“Did you feel that?” Robin replies, “Yeah! That hurt! What the hell?” and Nancy says, “Well, you’re not dreaming if you felt that. I’m real. My feelings for you are real. What we just did was very, very real. None of this has been a dream, Robs.” Robin smiles and says, “You’re absolutely perfect, Nancy Wheeler. Did you know that?” Nancy blushes and mutters, “No, but I really like when you say it”, then pecks Robin on the cheek as she’s driving. Robin says, “And I’ll continue to say it until the day I die” with a smile on her face. In that moment, Nancy’s heart completely melted because she knew Robin was serious. All she could do was smile and think about how in love she is with the girl beside her. On the drive back to her house, Nancy kept staring at Robin on and off as she thought about tonight. Nancy isn’t someone who likes when things don’t go along according to her plan, but tonight was an exception. Tonight, she likes the outcome of her plan not working and how tonight might be one of the best nights of her life. As Robin’s driving, she can’t stop thinking about how tonight is, by far, the best night of her life.

I hope you liked this!!🥺💖

[marvins-linguinie]

robin: just tell steve! im sure he likes you back!

eddie: no.. he doesn't.

robin: you don't know that.

eddie: but i do, buckley! i've been through this before, and it always ends the same way. i tell him, and he'll give me that... that look. then he won't talk to me. he'll avoid me for as long as i exist.

robin: he won't-

eddie: i know, you rejected him and came out to him, but it's.. it's different.

robin: i know it's different. i was the one rejecting him. it was scary though. i was telling this guy i knew for a few days that im into girls. i understand what you're going through, eddie.

eddie: he's in love with nancy. he has been, and always will be. if i tell him, steve will just see me as an obstacle towards winning back nancy.

robin: well, your speech about how he should win her back didn't help either of us.

eddie: i was putting things into perspective. he loves her. i just needed a reminder that i had no chance and that i needed to stop trying.

robin: he won't love her forever. they aren't good for each other. and i think he knows that.

eddie: but, what if he does love her forever?

robin: then you give up. you find someone else. and that may seem impossible, but there are billions of people on this planet. im sure one of them need an eddie in their life.

[idyllghost]

Idk if I ever posted this but awhile back the mutuals did an Aggie.io canvas and I drew some gnc ronance.

Eat up babes

(Psstttt that’s lil guy wheeler specifically for my beloved @ronanceisintheair legit if you wanna see more lil guy wheeler go check them out and follow them because they’re lovely and amazing and I love them so much)

[forsesam]

"oh I'll just do a quick sketch of Robin as a warm-up, five minutes tops" - me, clueless, 2 hours ago

[yellowsweater-bluevest]

Eddie tries pranking Steve by hiding in a closet and jumping to scare him when he’s close. Steve sees him getting inside, drags a chair in front of the closet door, and sits on it.

Eddie hears movement and tries to open the door, only to find he can’t. He keeps trying to push Steve out of the way, but he only pushes him slightly and Steve is leaning fully into the door.

Robin finds Steve laughing being pushed by the closet door and immediately panics. “What’s in there? Is it a monster? WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING!?” He tells her it’s Eddie and Eddie yells at her to help him. She stares at them for a second before laughing.

[thai-09]

I drew Mike crying because why not

She's helping him :)

[robin-buck1ey]

The fact that Robin has to write left and right on her hands is so relatable and I love her for it

[aprilclementine]

history teacher steve and art teacher eddie au.

part 2 / part 3

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Steve remembers it clear as day. It was the first day back to school, he had carpooled with his roommate Robin, and after clocking in at the office she walked him to his classroom. Robin ran ahead, her detailed eye catching something before Steve's tired eyes could process it. She was standing in front of the room right next to Steve’s that was vacant last year.

As Steve got closer, she was pointing at the sign on the wall next to the door. Steve squinted trying to read the wording, Steve quietly repeated the words as his finger moved across the sign. "Mr.Munson, Art."

Steve turned to Robin, as she wiggled her eyebrows at him, as they moved to the next door. Steve shook his head at her as he fumbled for his classroom keys. "Let's hope he's cuter than the Mr.Howard we had when we started." She snorted.

Steve smiled, playing it up. "Hey, Mr.Howard was a proper GILF."

"Steve, please tell me you did not just call Mr.Howard, a grandpa you'd like to f-"

"Language!" Steve hissed, as they made their way inside his classroom. Robin cackled, as she slid past Steve, throwing her lunch in his mini fridge.

"See you at lunch, dingus!"

Steve sighed to himself, but couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

Steve immediately got to work, placing down the syllabus they'll go over today in each of his classes.

-

"Alright, you can now put those papers in your backpack, please don't forget to get them signed and turn-" Steve was cut off by a crashing noise coming from his new "neighbor". Steve looked over to the shared door of the storage room curiously, now hearing the faint voice of this Mr.Munson.

Steve excused himself and grabbed his keys, opening up his side of the storage room door, crossing the small storage room, and putting his key in the knob to open up Mr.Munson’s side. Steve pushed the door open slowly, and peeked his head around the corner, eyes widening at the sight.

The man had dark, long, curly hair, black pants, black t-shirt, some white sneakers that had colorful paint splatters, and was wearing a cream colored apron, adorned with various pins and messy paint splatters, tied around his slim waist. He was standing on top of one of the tables, on a tangent about conformity, and how freeing art is.

Steve was captivated. He was stuck in the stupid storage room doorway, unable to take his eyes off the man. Steve was pulled from his trance as he heard his name.

"Mr.Harrington? What are you doing here?" the student seated closest to the storage room called out.

Steve stood up straighter, feeling the eyes of the class, and now Mr.Munson on him too.

Steve paused, unable to pull together the right words. He made eye contact with Mr.Munson as he dropped down from the table, making his way to Steve.

"Mr.Harrington! Nice to finally put a face to the resident golden boy.'' Mr.Munson smiled slyly, sticking out a ring clad hand for him to shake. He was so much better to look at up close, Steve thought.

Steve took Mr.Munson's hand, breath catching in his throat at how cold his hand was compared to Steve’s.

"Mr.Munson, nice to meet you. Sorry, I really didn't mean to interrupt, my students noticed the crashing noise, and wanted me to come make sure everything was okay over here." Steve explained.

"How sweet, isn't that sweet guys?" the class chorused behind Mr.Munson in agreement, Steve felt heat rising to his cheeks at Mr.Munson’s words. "Nothing to worry about over here Mr.H, I just accidently knocked over a chair when I was climbing on to the table to give my lecture."

Steve nodded slowly, lots of questions bouncing around in his head. "Well, alright then. I’ll let you get back to it, sorry to disrupt." Steve gave him a sheepish grin moving back into the storage room as he started to shut the door, Mr.Munson’s ringed finger grabbing on to the frame before it shut completely.

Mr.Munson half stepped into the storage room, catching Steve off guard. "Hey, is your prep period also sixth period?" he asked in a softer tone than he used in front of the students.

Steve nodded, not trusting his voice to give a verbal answer.

"Sweet! Do you mind if I join you in your classroom? I’d love a formal introduction to Hawkins High, from the golden boy himself." Mr.Munson smiled, watching Steve's face as he waited for an answer.

"Oh! Yeah, we can do that. I'll see you then."

"Can’t wait, Mr.H."

Steve finally shut Mr.Munson’s side of the storage room door, and ran a hand through his hair before returning back to his class.

-

Eddie remembers it clear as day. He was being walked in by the principal to his new classroom, on the first day of school. Eddie’s hands were full of a box with his own personal art supplies, and knick-knacks for his desk. Eddie paused in the doorway of his new room, to admire the sign next to his door that read ‘Mr.Munson, Art’. Eddie listened to the principal as he set his stuff down on his desk, eyes scanning the room, and ideas of how he already wants to rearrange the tables.

“And, this is the storage room you will be sharing with Mr.Harrington."

Eddie gave him a bemused look, so the principal continued. "He’s the history teacher, been with us for three years now. Staff favorite, student favorite, even parent favorite. The ladies up front call him our resident golden boy." the principal laughed.

Eddie gave a fake smile, rolling his eyes as the principal turned around to exit this room, eddie following. Pfft, Mr.Harrington, golden boy, probably just some washed-up jock that peaked in high school, trying to relive his glory days, eddie thought to himself. Eddie snorted thinking about their resident golden boy, probably overweight and balding.

The principal turned at the sound of it, making Eddie stop in his tracks. "What was that?"

Eddie shook his head, clearing his throat. "Nothing, Mr.Smith, just allergies acting up." The principal nodded in agreement, before continuing his explanation of how to fix the printer if it's jammed.

They entered the office just as two people were exiting. Eddie caught a glimpse of the first person, she bounded out too quickly, heading down the main hallway towards the classrooms. The man behind her really caught Eddie's eye, as he walked out. Back turned to Eddie, as he held a hand up waving a farewell to the receptionists up front. "Bye Steveee.'' They all chorused. Eddie watched from the windows of the office, as this man followed down the same hallway as the girl from before. He wore khaki slacks, a white collar peeking out under his dark brown knit sweater, rolled up neatly to his elbows, chestnut brown hair, shorter on the sides, pushed back, swooping upwards at his neck, small strands falling over his face in a perfect curve. His glasses slid down the bridge of his nose ever so slightly, as he looked down at his watch, continuing his stride down the hallway.

Eddie thinks he's in love. He needs to know who that was. Eddie turns to the principal, who was leaning on the counter as the receptionist spoke to him.

"Well, Eddie, it turns out we just missed Mr.Harrington." the principal tsked, as he grabbed a folder from the receptionist. "I don't know if you saw him as we walked in, I was too busy going on about that darn printer."

Eddie nodded slowly, registering the words he just heard. Mr.Harrington was not some washed up, balding, overweight ex-jock.

Mr.Harrington was breathtaking.

Mr.Harrington is golden.

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"-that is what i love about art, art is so freeing. i can be anyone I want to be when I've got that brush in my hand. the canvas is a mirror of our emotions in this class." Eddie continued as he walked around the class, deciding he needed to play up the theatrics. He went to a vacant desk that would soon hold the students' supplies, and mounted the stool, kicking off of it to get him swiftly standing on the desk. The metal stool clanged and clashed as it hit the floor, making a few students flinch. Eddie chose not to acknowledge the fallen chair, he was on a roll.

He now stood over the students, and continued his speech, moving his hands more freely as he spoke. "-conformity tries to keep us caged in, an enemy of creativity, it's complete bul-"

"Mr.Harrington? What are you doing here?" Eddie whipped around at the students' question, eyes scanning for Mr.Harrington, finally landing on his head peeking out of the shared storage room. Eddie jumped off the table, moving on auto-pilot, as he crossed the room to reach Mr.Harrington.

"Mr.Harrington! Nice to finally put a face to the resident golden boy." Eddie smiled slyly, sticking out his hand for Mr.Harrington to shake. Mr.Harrington took Eddie's hand, Eddie basked in the warmth of the golden boy, not wanting to be the first to let go.

"Mr.Munson, nice to meet you. Sorry, I really didn't mean to interrupt, my students noticed the crashing noise, and wanted me to come make sure everything was okay over here." Mr.Harrington explained, Eddie watched the way the words formed around his mouth, captivated, hearing his voice for the first time.

Of course he was only in here to inspect the crash, Eddie would expect nothing less from the resident golden boy, there's no way he's real. Eddie holds Mr.Harrington’s gaze, as he speaks again. "How sweet, isn't that sweet guys?" the class chorused behind Eddie in agreement. Eddie thought he saw Mr.Harrington’s cheeks turn a faint shade of red, and all Eddie wanted to do was keep praising him. "Nothing to worry about over here Mr.H, I just accidently knocked over a chair when I was climbing on to the table to give my lecture."

Eddie saw a flash of confusion behind Mr.Harrington’s eyes at the explanation, before he spoke again. "Well, alright then. I’ll let you get back to it, sorry to disrupt." Mr.Harrington flashed him an apologetic smile, and Eddie almost melted. He watched as Mr.Harrington retreated back into the storage room, before his body caught up to his thoughts, and he was reaching out grabbing the door frame, before Mr.Harrington could close it.

Eddie half stepped into the storage room. "Hey, is your prep period also sixth period?" please be the same, please be the same, please be the sa-

Mr.Harrington nodded, and Eddie's smile grew, before he spoke. "Sweet! Do you mind if I join you in your classroom? I'd love a formal introduction to Hawkins High, from the golden boy himself."

"Oh! Yeah, we can do that. I'll see you then." Mr.Harrington finally spoke, using a softer tone.

"Can’t wait, Mr.H." Eddie smirked, before he turned away, ready to get back on the table and continue his lecture.

-

Steve paced around Robins room during their lunch, walking from wall to wall of her spacious music room. "Hey, dingus, come sit and eat, you're gonna get the chipotle ranch from the wrap on my carpet!"

Steve stopped in his tracks, glaring playfully at Robin, before he made his way back to her office, throwing himself down on one of the bean bags.

Robin's office was a real safespace for Steve. She didn't like the bright overhead lights schools normally have, and with the actual music room being so big, there was like three rows of lights, over the entire room, so she decked out her little office that was off to the side, in fairy lights, so there's a soft yellow glow always, she keeps her own music playing quietly over her speaker in the office, and she added two bean bags for the two to sit on while they eat lunch.

"I never want lunch to end." Steve groaned, curling up on the bean bag. Robin laughed as she plopped down next to him, peeling her orange.

"Only 179 more days left in the school year, stevie." Robin said sarcastically, "What’s got you so nervous anyways, these new freshmen intimidating you?"

Steve rolled his eyes, but let out a huff of a laugh. "It’s not the kids, it's Mr.Munson." Steve mumbled, picking at the lettuce inside his wrap.

Robin ooooh'ed melodically, sitting up to look at Steve. "Is your crush on Mr.Munson, worse than the crush you had on the GILF, Mr.Howard?"

Steve laughed, "I never said I did!"

"Steve, this morning you called him a GILF."

"Shut up, Robs." Steve stuck his tongue out at her, throwing the foil of his wrap at her playfully.

“Anyways, what’s so bad about the new guy?” Robin asked, as she picked the tomatoes out of her lunch Steve packed.

“He’s hot, that’s what the problem is.” Steve grumbled.

“So, just admire from afar, like I do with the English teacher.” Robin shrugged, finally taking a bite of her wrap.

“He’s hot, and he wants to spend our prep period together.” Steve repeated.

Robin winced, patting Steve’s shoulder. “Ah, I see the problem. Well, good luck with that, wish I could offer you some more sound advice, Stevie. But, every time Ms.Wheeler is even using the copy machine in the staff lounge when I’m in there, I short circuit, and start rambling in another language.”

Steve laughed harder than he should’ve at his best friend's misfortune. “Thanks for the pep talk, Robin, but I only speak one language. So, hopefully, Mr.Munson likes history facts.”

Robin rolled her eyes watching Steve get up from the bean bag, double checking his watch, and putting his glasses back on. “Before you ask, yes, your hair looks fine.” Robin assured, as Steve paused in front of the door.

“How many times do we need to go over this, fine is not great!” Steve exasperated, mumbling about needing to run to the restroom to fix it, as he left her office.

*****

part 2 now up!!!

part 1, of a short wip i have going right now based on a tiktok i watched of a teacher talking about how her students started shipping her with the art teacher, and now they’re work wives.

sorry it’s just kind of like a world building type filler story rn :^/ part two should be better.

[ale-jate-misericordia]

was no one going to tell me maya hawke is uma thurman's daughter????

[botanyshitposts]

the boys and I all line up for the new robin wall kimmerer book like ants and one by one we all say Thank you dr kimmerer for your service