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they/she | in love with Robin Buckley

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About me: I love Robin Buckley. I love writing in my free time! Thank you for being here!

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Please dear god, if you’re cool with 18+, can I get a CRUMB of the reader with Robin for the first time? 💖💖

⊹˚˖⁺ she drives me crazy - robin buckley

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Summary: reader and robin down bad for each other after a hot summer day

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: you ask you shall receive. kept it short sorry for the wait!!

Word count: 315

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Robin Buckley’s hot summer day had previously been filled with laughter, music, and splashing water. Never had she imagined how her day would end up.

5 minutes prior, her girlfriend and her laid on Robin’s bed laughing and chatting per usual, but between a stolen kiss or two, suddenly the two found each other entangled within each other’s lips. 

What once started innocently began to change in tone, as her girlfriend’s hands found their way under Robin’s shirt. Sweetly tracing lazy patterns around her chest and her stomach, every time her girlfriend caressed her chest Robin's breath hitched. Robin began to lose it, freaking out but reminding herself constantly not to mess it up, so of course she tried to play it cool. What she hadn’t realized was that playing it cool–losing herself within her girlfriend and the moment–warranted something like that. Before she knew what had escaped her lips, she had already felt her girlfriend smirk against the kiss.

Robin saw the smug look plastered on her girlfriend’s face as she pulled away, but before she could make some smart remark, her girlfriend quickly began to leave kisses along Robin’s neck–it was safe to say what left her lips yet again were not words. Robin leaned back against her pillow, her fingers tangled in her girlfriend’s hair, pulling at it ever so slightly as she traveled down along her neck. 

Once their lips met again, her girlfriend’s hands kept wandering all over Robin, soon wandering down, finding her waistband and fiddling with it in a way that left Robin feeling her need, her desperation to be touched growing by the second.

They drove each other crazy. Robin kept wanting more, with each kiss, each touch, each breath that left their mouths. 

And before she knew it, her girlfriend slipped her hand in her shorts, instantly making Robin release a shaky breath against her lips.

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⊹˚˖⁺ 7 minutes in what? - robin buckley

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Summary: robin gets dragged to a party by steve and after meeting a girl, she somehow gets dragged into a game of spin the bottle with her.

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader, use of 'Y/N', mentions of drinking & other party stuff !!

Notes: trust, i know how overdone this prompt is but i had to give it a try myself!!

Word count: 1.5k

Part two out this upcoming week!

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Robin found herself drinking fruit punch out of her very own red solo cup, leaning against a wall in the kitchen of a house she’d never been in, surrounded by loud music and drunk teens. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Steve, who had dragged her in there, yet wasn’t even in her sight anymore.

She was bored… too bored – so bored she was so lost in her own daydreaming & didn’t immediately notice the girl that had approached her side.

“Dude, I love your rings,” She spoke, snapping Robin out of her thoughts. Robin’s eyes widened as her eyebrows shot up in surprise, her mouth falling agape before she even had the courage to look at the person who had just spoken.

“Oh, uh, sorry, thanks,” Robin breathed out, meeting the girl’s gaze, clearing her throat before continuing, “I found them all at this really cool flea market a while ago."

“Nice,” The girl nodded, “Did you come here alone? Or–”

“No,” Robin shook her head, “I came here with a friend. He found his own crowd, I kind of stepped away and disappeared into this whole party mess alone, I guess.”

“Cool, cool…” 

Robin felt like smacking herself for being so bad at small talk. It didn’t make it easier that the girl was… pretty. Really pretty. She wore dark eyeliner and had rings herself, she carried her own red solo cup which, Robin noticed, too held fruit punch over crappy beer.

“Did you come here with anyone?” Robin continued, something in her really didn’t want to let the conversation end.

“Yeah,” She softly laughed, “She’s off with her own crowd too, I guess. She dragged me here, this is… not my first choice on how to spend a Friday night.”

Robin laughed, “I’m not much of a party person either… There is so much happening. Too many people making out, and too many crappy drink choices. The only good thing is this fruit punch… which I still do not trust entirely.”

“Tell me about it,” The girl chuckled as she looked down at her own fruit punch in disgust, but proceeded to take a sip out of it anyway.

The loud music and chatter continued as they stood in silence, looking around the kitchen. Robin still had her back against the wall, the girl leaned her right arm against that same wall, facing Robin.

“So uh,” The girl said, “I didn’t quite catch your name…”

“I’m Robin.” She said, as she felt her face grow red as she spoke, "Nice to meet you,"

“You’ve got a pretty name, Robin,” She spoke, a flirty grin tugging at her lips, “I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too.”

“Thanks.” Robin smiled shyly, absolutely sure her face was as red as a tomato now. Before their conversation could go on further, a girl barged into the kitchen.

“Oh my gosh,” She laughed, clearly a little drunk, as she hugged Y/N from behind, “Where have you been? I have missed you, I’ve been having so much fun!”

“Maybe too much fun,” She breathed out, apologetically smiling at Robin and patting her friend’s hands sweetly as they wrapped around her shoulders, “Are you ready to go home or what?”

“No, you idiot,” Her friend said as she broke away from the hug and grabbed Y/N’s hand, “I was looking for you, we’re about to play spin the bottle and you have to come with me.”

“Jeez, what are you, twelve? I’m not doing that. You can go, if you need me I’ll be here.”

“Come on! You can bring your friend here too,” She laughed, quickly grabbing Robin’s hand, leading both reluctant girls to God-knows-where in the house.

They followed behind, no longer being dragged, but both clearly not in the mood to play spin the bottle. “I am so sorry,” Y/N apologized to Robin as they followed, “I think the bathroom is near here, if you want, I can slip you in there and you’ll get away.”

“I mean, it can't be that bad? Right?” Robin laughed nervously, “If anything I can just sit on the sidelines and cheer you on?”

They were quickly swept into the mess of the game, thanks to some guy who had taken it upon himself to organize everyone. Without asking, he’d split them up and shoved them into a circle—Y/N & Robin now sitting almost directly across from the other.

Both girls narrowly survived a couple of rounds, avoiding being forced into a kiss with some random guy, each round their nerves growing… If only Steve knew what she was up to, he’d be laughing uncontrollably. The game went on for a while, and once one of the guys felt it was getting boring, he proposed a ‘crazy’ round: 7 minutes in heaven. The guy pointed at a tiny closet at the end of the hall, which he claimed was ‘perfect to kick things off’.

Robin officially wanted out, there was no way in hell she was about to spend a single minute in a tiny closet with a guy. She felt her chest tighten as they spun the glass bottle, she watched it slow down… and point at her. Her eyes widened as she looked up to meet the eyes of who the other end of the bottle had pointed at: Y/N.

Her chest tightened as she realized she was about to spend 7 minutes in a closet with a girl she barely knew. The idea of being alone with her both thrilled and terrified her… 

Everyone in the room went crazy, some clearly disgusted, and some morbidly interested. Before they could verbally agree to do it, they were both getting dragged by the people in the room and shoved in the closet together. 

Robin shifted awkwardly, hands shoved into her pockets, as the silence pressed down on them. Y/N’s eyes flickered toward her, and she let out a soft laugh, clearly just as uncomfortable. 

“So… this is fun, huh?” The girl said, trying to make light of the situation, but her voice faltered just a little. Robin’s lips twitched into something that could’ve been a smile—or just a nervous reflex, “Sorry I dragged you into this mess.”

Robin laughed nervously, “Maybe I should’ve just hidden in the bathroom like you suggested.”

The silence between them stretched longer than either of them expected. Robin fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, glancing anywhere but at Y/N, who was mirroring her own awkward energy. She wanted to say something, but for a second, she couldn’t think of what to say. The air was thick—too thick for small talk, too thick for anything else.

 "I, uh... really like your eyeliner," she blurted out softly, then quickly added, "I mean, it’s really good. It's very… pretty."

Y/N laughed softly, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "Thanks,” She breathed out, “Probably the only good thing to come out of tonight.”

"Yeah… this closet is definitely smaller than I expected," Robin said, giving a small, dry laugh. "I thought I’d have room to breathe in here, but it’s like... two steps away from a sauna."

They continued their quiet talk for some time, apologizing each time they’d accidentally bump into each other and laughing it off.

Suddenly, it went quiet again… a different kind of quiet though. They locked eyes for a little, both feeling their faces growing hot without breaking eye contact. Out of the blue, Y/N glanced at Robin’s lips. It was fast – almost imperceptible. Robin caught it though. And her heart almost leapt out of her chest. 

“You know,” Y/N laughed awkwardly, “We could probably sneak out of here. They’ve probably forgotten about us anyway.” Quickly changing the subject as she opened the door slightly and stared out.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind getting out of here,” Robin laughed nervously. 

Before she could say anything else, Y/N took her hand in hers, pulling her along, threading through the crowd finding their way out. They both rushed down the stairs without a word. They ended outside on the porch, still hand in hand. 

Both girls glanced down and realized they were still holding onto each other, making eye contact, their faces flushing as their hands lingered for a moment before they both pulled away at the same time. 

They stood there, the quiet of the porch settling around them. Robin could feel the tension between them, the lingering closeness. She was just about to say something when—

The door swung open, and Steve appeared, looking around. “Robin! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Robin jumped slightly, her heart racing for a different reason now. She quickly turned to him, straightening up, trying to mask how flustered she felt. “Well,” she started awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck, “I guess that’s my cue. I should probably... uh, go."

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling. “I’m good, don’t worry about me.” She gave Robin a wink, and Robin froze for a moment, heart skipping a beat. Before she could get lost in it, Steve was already beside her, giving her a playful nudge.

“Alright, let's get going,” Steve said, starting to lead her away, Robin settling for waving at the girl goodbye. But as they walked a few steps, his tone softened. “So, how was your night? Everything going okay?”

Robin let out a relieved sigh, thankful for the change in topic. “Uh, yeah, fine.” Slightly smiling at herself, basking in the memory of what had just happened.

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⊹˚˖⁺a christmas surprise - robin buckley

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Summary: reader gets robin a christmas gift & robin practically falls head over heels

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: late christmas post but its still december !! also props to u if u get the rebel robin reference

Word count: 351

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Robin walked into Family Video more relaxed than ever, knowing it was the last day she had to work before Christmas. She quickly spotted Y/N, her co-worker, restocking a shelf alone, whilst Steve helped a random mom choose a movie for her Christmas party, clearly over it.

As Robin waved hi, she spotted a small box neatly wrapped, with her name on it, sitting on the counter. She frowned, immediately intrigued by the box, even more so as she began to be haunted by the question of who the gift came from.

She decided to unwrap it carefully before assuming anything, and she was filled with surprise and excitement as she unveiled the gift: her very own walkman. She already owned one, a very old one that belonged to her mom, and she had been complaining about its worn down buttons and shitty audio quality to Steve for weeks.

Robin waited for Steve to finish helping around the store, before she walked up to him beaming with excitement and holding up the present.

“Thank you so mu—“, She squealed before Steve interrupted.

“Wasn’t me, Buckley,” He spoke as he nodded towards her.

Robin’s mouth fell in surprise and blush filled her face simultaneously. She was instantly confused, there was no way in hell the present came from her, right?

She shyly decided to approach Y/N, startling the girl slightly as she spoke.

“Hey,” Robin breathed out, still unable to hide her excitement, “I, uh, found this at the counter! Steve told me he didn’t get it for me, and I highly doubt Keith would get something like this for me…”

The girl smiled as Robin rambled on, “A little birdie told me you were getting tired of using a shitty walkman to learn French.” 

Robin felt her smile widen and her blush deepen, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Don’t mention it,” Y/N laughed.

Robin’s look grew from admiration to something else, something that didn’t need to be spoken, but was understood by both girls. And suddenly, Robin wasn’t the only one blushing as deep as a tomato.

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⊹˚˖⁺ but not kiss - robin buckley

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Summary: reader ditches her prom date to spend prom with robin

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: faye webster reference in the title, if u caught it lets kiss

Word count: 587

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Robin Buckley hated dressing up. Especially when it meant wearing something her mom had picked out for her. 

She sat alone, on the gym’s bleachers, watching her prom night slip away as all her friends and their dates were off mingling on the dance floor. Her mom had practically forced her to go, assuring her it would be fun, and that she wouldn’t feel like the odd one out amongst her friends and their dates.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked up to find her friend. Robin was in shock, she hadn’t expected for anyone to come up to her, much less this particular friend of hers.

“Hey, Robin,” She smiled softly, “Mind if I join you?”. Robin mirrored her smile and shook her head in response, watching her sit down next to her. “Whatcha doin’ here all alone?”

“Oh, you know,” Robin sighed, “School dances aren’t really my thing.”

“Yeah, I get that,” She laughed softly.

“Why did you…” Robin trailed off, “I mean, why’d you come up here?”

“It was getting a little boring, you’re a much more fun person to be around than anyone else here.” She teased.

Robin smiled at the comment. “Won’t your date get lonely?” She asked, batting her eyelashes playfully.

“Who cares, it's just a random guy,” She paused, her eyes scanning Robin’s dress, “Your dress is pretty.”

“Ha-ha, you’re hilarious,” Robin rolled her eyes, feeling her face grow red at the compliment, “This thing is hideous! I look like a freak in this thing.”

“I am being serious! You look pretty.”

Robin gave her a look, narrowing her eyes playfully, attempting to mask the flustered feelings that bubbled up inside her at the compliment. 

“Ditching your date and calling other people pretty? Imagine if your date found out about this.” 

The girl rolled her eyes playfully, laughing at Robin’s comment. “Oh no, speak of the devil.” She sighed, her stare widening in shock as she spotted her date in the distance, who seemed to be looking around for her.

Robin followed the girl’s gaze, catching on to what was happening. “Shit,” The girl frantically covered her face, racking her mind on what to do, “Wait, I know where to go.” And without any hesitation, she took Robin’s hand in hers and dragged her down the bleachers. She quickly came up with the perfect hiding spot, amongst the many fabrics that hung from the ceiling, decorating the room.

Robin, needless to say, was left startled, her face flushing with each second she spent hand in hand with her. As they finally settled, their faces ever so close between a soft world of aquamarine fabrics, the realization creeped in, both now too scared to acknowledge their joined hands, and equally terrified of letting go.

“I think we’re safe?” The girl spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

“I doubt many people are thinking of adventuring between these decorations,” Robin joked, a soft smile filling her face.

Just as tension began to lift the air, they caught the other’s gaze. Foolishly enough, it seemed as though the rest of the world seemed to fade away, neither of them breaking eye contact. Without truly realizing it, both of them began to inch their faces closer together. Their hearts raced in their chests as the moment continued on, Robin’s eyes nervously flicking back and forth between the girl’s eyes and her lips. 

Their lips, so close they could feel the other’s breath, but just as a kiss was about to be shared, a girl ran near them, sobbing loudly and startling their moment away. 

Maybe next time, Robin thought to herself.

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⊹˚˖⁺ check you out - robin buckley

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Summary: goodness! imagine robin buckley accidentally says she was checking you out...

Warnings: she/her pronouns used on reader

Notes: this was lowkey hilarious to write

Word count: 698

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The door opened, the familiar bell signaling the entrance of yet another customer. Robin barely had a second to look up and catch herself from dropping the VHS tapes she carried as she watched a girl come in. Steve was just as dazzled as Robin, he stumbled out his usual “Welcome to Family Video!” line, and Robin just… stared.

Robin and Steve made eye contact, both exclaiming “Dibs!” at the exact same time. 

“She looks like she would be into more intelligent conversation anyway,” Robin raised her eyebrows.

“Uh, rude?” Steve joked, making his way over to the girl before Robin could even respond, “Guess we’ll just have to find out.”

Robin sighed and crossed her arms, scouring her mind to think of an excuse to hush Steve away from the girl.

“Hey, uh, need any help around here? What are we browsing for today?” Steve flirted as he approached her.

“Just looking, I don’t have anything in mind,” she responded, a lack of interest filled her words, but it was a hint a guy such as Steve wouldn’t really get.

Robin, clearly amused, watched Steve’s desperate commentary, her mind running faster than ever. Okay, Robin, think! He is totally dumb and will fall for anything. You just have to come up with something that he will actually believe.

“Steve!” Robin exclaimed, “Can you please come help me? The computer is totally jammed again!” 

Steve sighed at Robin’s words as he muttered an apology to the girl, who didn’t really seem to mind as she kept on looking around. 

Robin stepped back as Steve approached the computer, and before he knew it, Robin had approached the girl already. Steve sighed and rolled his eyes as he realized the computer was working perfectly, watching Robin hurry away to speak to the girl instead.

“Hey! Hi, do you need any help?” Robin smiled nervously.

The girl offered a kind smile, “Thanks! I’m just unsure of what to get. Just looking for something to watch over the weekend I suppose.”

“Cool cool cool,” Robin breathed out, “Well, are you a rom-com kind of girl? Or do you like sci-fi movies and stuff?”

“Oh gosh…” She laughed, “Not a rom-com girl I don’t think… I avoid watching them alone. It's saddening, I prefer sci-fi for sure. I love horror, does that help?”

“Understandable! I’m the same,” Robin smiled, “But uh… sci-fi and horror! I can work with that.” She spoke shyly as she scanned the ‘horror’ shelf that stood behind the girl. 

The girl stood there quietly next to Robin as she looked around, Steve stood watching them from afar, having his eyes nearly popping out of his skull as he noticed the girl checked Robin out — something Robin, of course, had completely missed. 

“How about…” Robin spoke as she reached over to grab one of the VHS tapes, “‘The Shining’! A total classic. It’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Have you seen it before?”

“Are you joking? I love that movie. Wouldn’t mind re-watching it, I think.”

Robin’s face lit up as the girl accepted her request. “Alright! You’re all set then! I’ll just get you checked out.” Robin paused, flustered, “I mean, I’ll check you out—Not check you out like that, uh, check out your movie! Not that I wouldn’t, you know, check you out. I mean, wait, that’s not, I mean, get your movie checked. You checked. For the movie that you’re renting! Which… yeah — pay there?” She motioned to the counter and walked off, her voice increasingly getting higher with each word.

As she followed Robin to the counter, the girl shook her head slightly, a shy smile forming as she did so. 

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⊹˚˖⁺ our childhood is gone - steve harrington

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pairing: steve harrington x platonic fem!reader

summary: reader and steve end tied up in the secret russian base, where the reader turns to anger and finally confronts steve after he threw out their friendship just for popularity.

warnings: none

notes: i love angst long live angst

word count: 864

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When she first walked into her new job and saw Steve Harrington, she could not believe it. How could Steve, the most entitled and pretentious guy at Hawkins, end up with a crappy job at an ice cream parlor?

A bit hypocritical to say, seeing as though she had the same job. 

They exchanged a polite ‘Hello’ that first day, but no words were spoken. There was no acknowledgement of their past, of their friendship they once cherished, ever since they were 9 years old. High school had completely turned Steve into a jerk, and she resented him for it. Him and his ‘friends’ would stare and laugh when she’d walk by, just like they did with anyone they deemed ‘uncool’.

What hurt most, was making eye contact with him.

She never once saw an apologetic look from him. Not then, not now, not ever.

Scoops was a dead-end too, as she pretended not to know him, and he did the same.

How they ended up in an underground Russian base, tied to chairs sitting back-to-back with each other, was a question neither could answer. They sat in silence, waiting and fearing whoever was due to come in the room to question them.

“So…” Steve began, attempting to light up the dreary mood.

“So what?” Y/N snapped. Not a single bone in her wanting to be kind to him.

“I just, you know… quite the situation we’re in here.”

“Cut the shit, Harrington. Don’t act like you want to make small talk with me right now.”

Steve sat quiet. They both did for a few minutes. Taking in the gravity of the situation they faced, and the uncomfortable silence that filled the room.

“You know,” Y/N laughed, sarcasm lacing her words, “You really are the same person you were back in high school. When I first saw you here… I cannot believe I really thought you’d changed. But of course, you didn’t. You’re still the same douchebag you used to be… pretending not to know me. You’re an ass.”

Steve was at a loss for words, “Oh, don’t act like you’re a saint,” He snapped, “You ignored me too. I guess you’re a douche too, then.”

“It takes one to know one. I wasn’t the one who went prancing around to the ‘cool’ kids as soon as we entered high school just because I wanted to be ‘someone’.”

“At least I was someone.”

“Harrington, I think you’ll be happy to know, making fun of people doesn’t make you ‘someone’. It just makes you an asshole.” She shot back.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” He muttered under his breath.

“You are fucking unbelievable.”

He rolled his eyes in response, “For the love of God, I’m sorry, okay?” 

“You don’t even know what to be sorry for, Harrington.” She hissed, “A half-assed apology won’t get you anywhere after the hell you made me go through these past 3 years. You know, when I first started high school, I foolishly thought ‘How cool! I have my awesome, cool, friend, Steve Harrington in the grade above me! What could go wrong?’”

Steve laughed, “You did not say that–”

“Of course not, asshole, I was being sarcastic.” She sighed, “I still did not think you and your fucking ‘friends’ would make it hell to walk through those halls. Never had a single day of peace. If you weren’t making fun of the books I carried, it was the way I walked. Or the way I wore my hair. How does doing that to so many people not haunt you, Steve?”

He stared at the floor. His expression dropping with each word she spoke, hurt and sarcasm never leaving her voice.

“Do you not regret it, Harrington?”

They both reflected on the words exchanged, the minutes dragging out before they spoke again. Their minds raced and dwelled in the hurt and regret filling the air.

“I do. I never thought it was going to go that way. I never thought…” He paused, “I never wanted to hurt anyone. But I sat with them on my first day. And suddenly I was part of it, I finally… belonged somewhere. I started playing basketball with them, and before I knew it, I was in too deep. I never planned to make fun of people in the halls, but when you stand there with them, careful not to laugh too loud and… they turn to you and wait for you to make a comment, you just do. ”

“Please,” She huffed, “You’re not getting any pity from me with that fuck-ass story. You threw away years of friendship to make fun of people and shoot balls up at the ceiling? Fuck you.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve responded quietly. “You’re right. I was a coward, an asshole, and a douche. Everything you said,” He sighed, “You are correct about it all. I hurt a lot of people, and I do wish I could un-do that damage. I wish I hadn’t thrown our friendship away either.”

“You were my best friend,” She spoke, her voice breaking, “I wanted to believe in the 9 year old Steve I once met. But you made me feel invisible.”

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Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader Fluff/angst 18+ for suggestive mentions WK - 4.3k TW for homophobic slurs Closeted reader and Robin, first kiss, first date, drive in date, Steddie setting up Robin and reader.

The overhead bell at Family Video dinged above you as you pushed your way into the air conditioned storefront.

“Right on time.” Steve said from the checkout counter. 

He was glancing down at his watch, boyfriend and best friend huddled around him as usual. You’d made a habit of checking out two or three movies every week just to have an excuse to wander over from your job at the record shop next door. 

“I take lunch at two o’clock every day, dingus.” You replied. 

Robin couldn’t help but to smile. She’d noticed you’d picked up that nickname for Steve after hearing her call him it a time or two. 

But she couldn’t smile for too long. Couldn’t let her eyes linger too heavily on the fray of your denim shorts — or more accurately, the flawless skin that sat just beneath it like a colliding estuary. Couldn’t let you know that she adored you in that way. 

Robin took a step back when you approached the counter. Sometimes she felt scared to even be around you, like you could smell the fag shedding off of her. As if she was sickly. Contagious. That’s what people would say behind her back if they knew. 

“Got anything new in?” You asked while sliding Steve the VHS you’d barely had for twenty-four hours. 

“Since you came in yesterday?” He cocked an eyebrow, “No.” 

“New release at the drive-in tonight though. Elm Street 4.” Eddie mentioned from your side of the desk. It was so miserable out that even he’d shed the leather jacket you typically saw him wearing, settling for a simple all black get up with that telling bandana hanging out the back of his jeans. 

“Eh, let me know when it comes in. Last time I went to the drive-in alone some high schooler tried to hop in my passenger seat and cop a feel.” You mentioned. 

You were content with watching re-runs on television late into the night while curled up on your sofa, you supposed. But a part of you wished you could just ask Robin to accompany you to that fucking movie. 

“No goddamn way she’s not into chicks,” your co-workers told you to every time you came back from leaning over that fucking service desk during your half hour lunch. “She hangs out with Steve and Eddie all day, for fuck’s sake!”

Fuck, how you wished you could believe it as easily as they did. Even if you did believe it, it was easier just to protect your ego. 

What if you made a move and she wasn’t into it? Would she recoil like she’d been shocked by a live wire? Maybe she’d use one of those hurtful words that you’d only heard while kissing girls outside of bars in the city. It was less painful to not take the chance. At least this way you could admire her from afar — on your lunch break, while she was dressed in that adorable uniform that fit her so well. 

“Why don’t you go with her, Robin?” Steve said, ripping you out of your daydream and forcing fear up your spine like the knived fingers of Krueger himself. “You love the Elm Street movies.”

Robin’s baby blues widened from sudden anxiety. She used them to stare at Steve frantically, as if he hadn’t been the one to just thrust her into this situation in the first place. Instead, all she received from him was raised eyebrows and a humored smile while her own mouth failed to produce words. 

“I, uh—” Robin stuttered, “I think I close tonight, actually!”

“Negative. Harrington closes tonight.” Eddie replied with cheek. Of course he had his own boyfriend’s work schedule down pat. God only knows how they defiled that check-out counter once Robin left those two alone in the evenings. 

You cocked an eyebrow at her. The way your bubblegum peeked out from between your teeth when your lips parted into a smile had her wondering how sugary sweet it tasted — how sugary sweet you tasted. 

“Don’t wanna be seen in my hatchback, Buckley? I’ll let you play DJ on the way there.”

Robin could feel the blood pumping through her veins. Every beat of her heart became so increasingly violent she could hear it in her ears. Of course she wanted to sit shotgun to you while you toted her around, but even the occupation of passenger princess came with its anxieties. What music to play, directions to give, do you hold a conversation or is that too distracting?

“Yes.” She burped out, and it sounded much like a bubble popping or a bullfrog croaking late in the night. All three of you looked at her with confusion. 

“Yes, what?” You asked. “Yes, we’re going?”

“Ye—yeah, that. Let’s go!” She continued after flitting her eyes to Steve and then immediately away. “I get off at six, movie starts at seven. Pick me up at my house?”

She followed the question with that nervous, adorable half-smile you often saw — and adored — right after she did something embarrassing, but there was no excuse to be embarrassed here. 

“Okay.” You said with disbelief. “Okay, yeah. You live off of Rosewood, right?”

She nodded through a broken grin and you began backing up toward the door. There was still plenty of time left on your lunch break, but suddenly Family Video felt even hotter than late August in Indiana and you needed air. Why was there no air in this goddamn building?

“Great,” you said in time with the bell above the front door. “Cool. I’ll be there.”

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“Cool, you finally asked her on a date!”

“I didn’t ask her on a date,” you told Mitch, your coworker, for the fifth time. “And I don’t even think it’s a date! Harrington kinda just set us up on some weird playdate like moms do with their socially awkward kids so they can get some alone time.”

You’d been trying for the past two hours to sort through the boxes of new inventory, but with your brain so scrambled, Blondie and Bowie read the exact same. Besides, you couldn’t get that adorable pout out of your head. The way Robin had looked so pitiful when she’d realized you were making an abrupt escape from such a sticky situation.

Sticky, because sometimes being queer felt like a glue trap sitting on your skin. Like you were a little mouse frantically trying to pull yourself free, or a fly hanging midair on a strip of paper. Sometimes you thought it might kill you.

“What’re you gonna wear?” Tiffany asked from behind the register. 

You looked down at your sprawled out form, comfortable and covered in records on the floor of the shop.

“This?”

“That?” She asked again. “You look like fucking Munson.”

It was true that you and Eddie shared a few qualities, at least when it came to style. The frayed hem of your shorts tickled your thighs and was mostly chosen for aesthetic purposes, but the cut off sleeves of your Iron Maiden t-shirt were purely practical. It was too goddamn hot to not show a little skin. 

“Robin dresses like a fucking dad. I’m wearing this, Tiff.” You reiterated.

Tiffany shrugged and went back to her counting, as if to say something along the lines of, “It’s your funeral.”

You stood in front of your mirror after your shift that afternoon.

Would it be your funeral if you wore the same outfit you’d been seen in earlier that evening? Maybe Robin didn’t like the way you dressed. If she didn’t like your cut offs, this very well could be the death of something that hadn’t even started yet. 

You held up top after top in front of your chest, shorts after shorts before your waist and nothing seemed perfect. You wouldn’t wear a dress to the movies with a straight girl – which is all that you could assume Robin was, and all she could assume you were as well. So you remained in your cut off shorts and Iron Maiden tank top while sliding your sunglasses off of your forehead to face the blinding late afternoon rays. Grabbing your keys off of the counter seems like a battle in and of itself, as if holding them in your hand meant that you had to get in your car and make a fool of yourself, but you combated that thought by snatching them up quickly. Hardly giving yourself enough time to talk yourself out of the date that you’d been set up on. 

But calling it that was dangerous. Presumptions got people killed. That’s what Steve and Eddie and Tiffany and Mitch failed to understand. 

You’d heard the stories in the city. They were talked about loudly while you flirted with girls at gay bars in Indianapolis — how another queer teenager had been killed, a casualty of the growing “gay panic” that seemed to be the excuse of every homophobic, bloodthirsty meathead that was looking for an excuse to rough someone up. 

Those thoughts faded away with the roar of your engine, and soon you were heading down Peony Circle, then Dahlia Street, and then Rosewood Drive. You recognized her house from the many birthday parties your mother had forced you to go to as a kid, until birthday parties became uncool — or at least until Robin stopped handing out invitations. 

She was waiting outside for you. And Jesus Christ, the way she knocked her knees together while sitting on the front steps of her porch caused you to pump the brake just a little bit harder. 

You liked Robin’s freckles the most. You liked how they didn’t stop at her cheeks, rather decorated her body in constellations. Even her shins and arms. Now that she was out of her Family Video uniform and adorned in a more comfortable pair of shorts and tank top, you could see the spots splattered across her chest, too, and that alone made heat fill your face. 

“I think I prefer your uniform.” You teased as she plopped herself down into your passenger seat. 

“Oh, shut up.” Robin spat with no malice, but the rasp of her voice never failed to make your heart swell. “I can’t believe you don’t have one. How long do we have?”

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard and signaled a three and then a zero with your free hand while popping a cigarette between your lips with the other. 

“Want one?” You asked. 

And to your soul crushing dismay, Robin visibly recoiled. 

“Gross.”

Immediately, back into the pack it went. 

She chose a Joan Jett & the Blackhearts album for the drive, which was to be expected. It wasn’t like you had any Madonna or Bowie albums lying around for her to choose from. And even if it wasn’t exactly her style, Robin put her feet up on your dashboard and tapped her toes along to the beat of Crimson and Clover like she’d been here before. Like you picking her up and toting her around was an everyday occurrence. Like she belonged in your passenger seat. 

“I got it.” You told her when she tried to hand you a few crumpled up dollars as you pulled up to the gate, then handed the teller a fiver. Enough to cover the bill for both of you. The drive-in on a Friday night was a lot like a no man’s land. Everyone in Hawkins seemed to flock there for a bit of entertainment and respite from the summer heat once the sun went down. The layout was structured:

In the first set of rows were families with screaming, playing children and nervous first dates. Little boys and girls running around outside of cars with bubble wands and teenage couples who got there earlier enough for a good parking spot, that way there was no pressure to make out or fool around in the back seat once the stars aligned. In the second rows were those that needed the stars to align. The lovestruck couples that couldn’t wait for the lights to dim over Indiana, just so they could get a taste of each other. The second batch or rows meant heated touches and wandering hands, fogged up windows and cries muffled into a cigarette burnt seat cushion. It was sweaty, once in a lifetime summertime teenage love that one looks back on well into their life and reminisces just for a moment before continuing on with their day. 

Had you gotten there earlier, maybe you could have been one of those second rowers. God knows you needed the stars to align. You needed Robin to be like you, needed someone in this town besides fucking Steve and Eddie to be queer and not be afraid to show it. 

Instead, you parked your hatchback at the very back of the lot, where high schoolers and washed up jocks roamed the gravel like lions during a feeding frenzy.

“You’re sure about this?” Robin asked, nerves settling into her throat and weeping out through her tone of voice. You could see it painted on her face when she glanced past you and noticed Jason Carver leaned against the hood of his car, still sporting his letterman jacket from three years ago.

“We can go grab a movie at work and go back to yours instead?”

“I think we’ll be okay.” You said while flashing her a half-hearted smile, “Just… lock your door.” But the look on Andy’s face when you stole another glance their direction told you that you would make a liar out of yourself by the end of the night, and there was something comforting about knowing that maybe the universe was about to start making decisions on your behalf. Concessions came around shortly before the movie began, and you bought a large popcorn and two sodas. You let the bucket rest between the two of you and were careful to not put your hand anywhere near it when hers was there — as if one touch was all it would take. The simple brushing of a few fingers, and she would begin calling you that ugly “F” word.

“Does Steve do this to you often?” You asked when there was hardly any light left in the sky. Just a few more minutes, and you wouldn’t feel the need to make small talk. You could enjoy the movie in peace and go back to admiring Robin from afar tomorrow, just like you preferred doing.

“Set you up on playdates, I mean.” You continued when she scrunched up her eyebrows in an adorable manner. 

“Oh, uh…” She said while glancing down at her hands, and you were afraid then that you might’ve offended her. “He just wants me to make more girlfriends — FRIENDS! Friends, I mean!”

She stuttered, and her baby blues became wide. But she snapped them up to you, and as more words came tumbling out of her mouth, you were just thankful that she was actually looking at you again.

“Friends. I don’t really have any besides Steve and Eddie, but no, they don’t do this often.”

Now you were the one furrowing your brow, along with the cock of your head. You turned sideways in your seat to face her.

“You don’t think we’re friends?” You asked.

Robin shrugged. “Are we? This is the first time we’ve hung out since we were in grade school.”

“I come to see you every day at work.” You slipped.

And with those words slipped your heart.

Little did you know, Robin’s heart slipped, too. Right out of her chest. She would’ve bet money that had she looked down, that still beating organ would’ve been a bloody mess at her feet and she would’ve had to apologize for dirtying up your floorboards. 

“You’re visiting me?” She asked quietly, mouth slightly ajar.

“Not Steve?” is what she wanted to follow with, as she was more than used to seeing Steve upsell like a pro daily with the ladies at Family Video — even if they did know that he was dating Eddie.

Even with the truth laid out before her on a silver platter, Robin still refused to believe it. 

And by the grace of God, before you were forced to answer with a gut wrenching, moment defining confession, the big screen lit up and A Nightmare on Elm Street 4: The Dream Master began its opening credits. 

You turned forward in your seat, and Robin continued to rasp her fingernail against the side of that sweating Coca-Cola cup as the movie played on. Anxiety riddled thoughts played out in her head in rapid fire succession, so quickly that each jump scare didn’t cause hardly a flinch as she stared forward.

You’d been visiting her. In your cut off shorts and tank tops that’s been sliced down the sides. Every day, for months. Had those movies gone unwatched, or had you actually taken all of her recommendations to heart and played them over and over again in the darkness of your living room? Had you invited another girl along to watch them with you? Maybe they hadn’t even made it out of the record store. You’d left them there overnight just as an excuse to bring them back the next morning to see her again. And you were punching yourself for talking so much. Because everything was ruined now, wasn’t it? Robin would know you were a dyke, a fag, and she’d duck into the back of the store every time you came to snag a peek at those constellation-like freckles that darkened with the summer sun.

But all thoughts, yours and Robin’s alike, came to a screeching halt when faced with that damned waterbed scene. 

A beautiful blonde, completely nude, hair splayed out around her, breasts pressed against translucent rubber. She was unrealistic. Not perfect, just unattainable, but that was what made Joey — and you — so fixated on her. 

You had to move. You could feel your limbs tensing up, as if they were about to creak like the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. You slipped your hand to the center console to grab a fistful of popcorn. Even if you weren’t hungry, you had to pretend like you weren’t sweating bullets, right? Had to pretend that you didn’t feel like some undercover agent that was being talked about in the third person. But why did the girl on the screen have to be so pretty? You couldn’t help but to stare, and the warm butter mixed with the stickiness of summer air forced a whole new sensation to befall you. The sensation of everything closing in, of it all coming to a head, to an end. And then, there was skin. 

Robin’s fingers met yours at the center of the popcorn bucket, and she was sure that her heart stopped. It might have minutes ago when that girl had popped up on the screen, but it was nonexistent now. 

And you didn’t move your hand away when it met hers, despite it feeling much like a jolt of electricity racing through your entire body. That momentary effervescence, it was enough to get you through the stress of living in a world that didn’t understand.

But it wasn’t long lasting, as a chili dog thrown with the force of a football hit your back windshield full speed. You ripped your hand away from Robin’s, nearly knocking the bucket of popcorn all over her in the process. 

“Fuck!” You mumbled to yourself. From the driver’s side mirror, you saw Jason and Andy approaching your window. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

It was Andy who tapped against the glass with knuckles calloused from years of playing sports, and you bit the inside of your cheek while rolling the window down. 

“First date?” Jason grinned from outside of your car. 

“Go fuck yourself, Carver.” You spat with immediate regret. 

But then Robin’s elbow seemed to bump yours near the center console, and whether it was on accident or purpose you couldn’t be sure, but that skin to skin contact allowed you to ground yourself a bit this time around. 

“Just trying to enjoy our movie.” You continued, and never once did you dare meet eyes with either of them. 

Because last time you had, well, they’d seen too much.

You and some redhead tangled up in each other beneath a streetlight in a sparse parking lot. You’d thought you were the last ones out of The Hideout that night, but you’d been wrong, and they’d witnessed it all. Every bit of your mouth on hers, her hands around your waist, and the way you’d ushered her quickly into your car once you caught a glimpse of your audience. 

“Right.” Andy drawled, and you saw him lean past you to look at Robin in the passenger seat. “Know what else she enjoys?”

“Andy,” You bargained with a nervous smile covered by your fingers, eyes closed gently so you wouldn’t have to witness the explosion of what could have been. 

But Robin was already anticipating his next words, and her heart hurt for you.

“She’s butch.” He said loudly, “A fuckin’ dyke, y’know? Right here in Hawkins.”

There it was, the final nail in your coffin. You could feel the pity shedding off of Robin from the seat over, and perhaps that was the worst part of all. 

“Come on.” She whispered. The blood and gore playing out before you was nothing compared to how absolutely gutted you felt inside, and Robin could certainly sense that. “Let’s just go home.”

“Home?” Jason teased. 

From what little you could see through your back window, you noticed a third figure blocking your exit.

“So you lesbos can scissor it up in private? That’s what you came here for.” He continued, and your hand slowly made their way toward the keys that sat in the uncranked ignition. “Go on, give us a show. Just like you did at the bar.”

With the roar of your engine, Patrick McKinney scarcely missed getting snagged in the ass with the edge of your bumper. You peeled out of there, dodging roughhousing teenagers and kids that were just heading back to their parents with fresh buckets of popcorn just alike. You could hear your heart thumping like a drum in your ears, could feel the tears prickling the corners of your eyes — but you wouldn’t cry. Not yet. 

It wasn’t until you pulled up in front of your apartment and let your knuckles soften around the steering wheel that you realized what you’d done.

“I didn’t — I didn’t mean to bring you back here.” You sighed while shaking away the thoughts in your head like an Etch-A-Sketch. “Like, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to—”

“I don’t think anything.” Robin interrupted. 

She hadn’t put her feet up on the dashboard during the drive back. Hell, she hadn’t even put her seatbelt on — which was uncharacteristic of a hypochondriac. Instead, she’d sat there holding her hands in her lap, disbelieving of what she’d just found out to be true.

She wasn’t alone. In this small, backwoods town — there was someone like her. 

You washed your hand over your face and contemplated where to go from there, and after a moment, you knew what you wanted to do.

“They weren’t lying, you know.” You laughed, and then looked at her for the first time in what felt like ages.

And the look you saw on Robin’s face, surprisingly, was not that of disgust. But one of hope. A light sheen covered her waterline, as if she’d just been granted her dying wish — kinship.

“I kiss girls.” You said while running your hand through your hair. “Like, a lot. Almost exclusively, actually. I just don’t want you to think that I was trying to bring you home, or that I was trying to pull anything weir—”

But everything past that first sentence was lost on Robin’s ears. The next thing she knew, her mouth was moving without permission from her brain.

“No, I kiss girls, too!” She blurted out, and then squeezed her eyes together with embarrassment. 

You smiled, and she spoke quickly to save herself.

“I mean, in theory.” She corrected, “I would love to kiss a girl! I haven’t actually kissed a girl. I mean, it isn’t like there are tons of options in Hawkins. But if I had the chance — I mean, if the right girl came along—”

“Robin,” you interrupted, and her chest deflated with relief. 

You reached forward to place a gentle hand on her cheek, and it almost seemed right that all of this was happening under the cover of the night. Like it was made easier for her because of it. You could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she could feel the pulse thumping away in your thumb as you brushed her temple. 

“Do you want me to kiss you?” You asked.

And with a sigh, as if she’d been waiting for you to ask since you’d first set foot in Family Video some months ago, she replied.

“Please.”

So you did. You leaned across your center console, and her lips were just as plush and pillow soft against yours as they looked. It was everything that you’d anticipated, everything that those second rowers back at the drive-in were chasing after. Robin tasted like a cotton candy summertime sunset that would soon fade into a cashmere sweater, and there was no better way to explain that other than the cusp of summer and fall was your favorite. She was your favorite. 

When you pulled away, you could see by the way her eyes remained closed that perhaps you were her favorite, too.

[sidereustales]

hii! could i get a trick with robin with the novelbear haunted house scenario "Or the two of them are just clinging to each other in fear the entire time" :0 maybe u can have it end with a little treat too! :D thank you!!

Or the two of them are just clinging to each other in fear the entire time

Prompt by @novelbear

903 words

A/N: Thank you for the request! So ummm…I got a little carried away with this one 😅 I didn’t really follow the prompt exactly…it just inspired it. But I hope you like it anyway!! This one has a few trigger warnings because I tried to make it really angsty and spooky. This is my first time ever writing something “scary” so please be kind, I tried. But it has a happy ending I PROMISE!!!! (Still on hiatus, this is a scheduled post)

Trigger warnings: horror elements, mentioned death of friends, there’s a monster, description of being burned alive, fear, general creepiness (I tried…)

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The creek of a floor board had you freezing in place. Goosebumps stood to attention on your arm as you purposely tried to slow your breathing to create as little noise as possible even though you could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

You wondered if it could too.

A clicking noise came from around the corner. The monster was only a few feet away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look. Not that it would help much with the lights being out. A storm had knocked the electricity and not long after, the creature came. Shambling through a hole in the basement wreaking havoc on the horror movie night you had planned with friends.

It slowly picked each of you off one by one, dragging its latest victim down to the very depths it came from. Their screams still haunted your ears even now. The only person whose status you were unsure about was your girlfriend Robin. You hadn't seen her in awhile. You had gotten separated when you and your friends tried to fight back.

The plan seemed like it would work. Use anything that could be used as a weapon and stick together. But nothing seemed to hurt it. At least not enough to kill it.

The clicking noise came closer. You tried to stay as still as possible, as quiet as possible. You weren’t sure how this thing seemed to be able to sense people. It had no eyes, no ears. Yet it always knew.

It could only be described as an abomination. Perhaps a demon. You never really believed in hell before tonight, but this creature could only have come from a pit of damnation. Unnaturally long arms and legs crawled into the hallway you were crowded in. Its leathery black skin glimmered in the pale moonlight coming from the window beside it. With razor sharp claws, it clawed at the floor. Its torso turned in your direction. No head, only a toothy maw that sat where a stomach would be.

You held your breath and stayed still, praying to anyone or anything that would listen that it would simply pass you by.

Something must have heard you, because with a frustrated, ear piercing shriek, the monster slinked away. With careful steps you back away down the hallway to create as much distance as possible. Just as you were about to cross the threshold into the kitchen, where the back door, and your escape was, you heard a bloodcurdling scream coming from the basement.

Robin.

Without thinking you grabbed a knife from one the drawers and rushed to the sound, clambering down the stairs to get to her. But in your carelessness you tripped, following down to the bottom.

“Robin!” You screamed after her.

At the back of the basement, Robin was trapped in the extra bathroom with nowhere to escape as the monster stalked closer. But with your cry out to her it perked up at the sound and quickly turned, making its way to you instead.

You watched as the creature skittered towards you, its clicks the last sound you ever thought you’d hear. You scrambled to your feet, preparing to fight until your last breath. If you weren’t making it out of this you hoped you could at least give Robin some time to get away.

The creature lunged for you but instead of biting into your flesh it screamed in pain as flames erupted down its back.

Behind the creature stood Robin, a lighter and bottle of hairspray in hand.

Fire seemed to do the trick as it fell to the floor and twitched in pain. Your eyes scanned the room to find something to help speed up the process of the monster's demise. A tub of paint thinner sat under a workbench, you snatched it up, dowsing the creature in it. The flames roared as Robin quickly ran to you past the burning beast, too enveloped in its own suffering to make a swipe at her.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She asked, inspecting your body for any injuries. But you knew there wasn’t time for that.

“We need to go!” You grabbed her hand, dragging her up the stairs with you.

The flames quickly found their way to the basement couch providing more kindling. Smoak poured into the room as you and Robin ran up. You dashed to the front door but just as you made it the creature began shambling up the stairs after you. Robin lifted the lighter and hairspray again in preparation, ready to burn the monster back to hell where it came from. The smell of the creatures burning flesh filled your nostrils as you tried to unlock the door despite your shaking hands. You yanked the door open just as the creature's outstretched hand fell limp to the floor, its life leaving it with a final whimper.

Without so much as a second glance back you and Robin ran out of the house and onto the street. The flames were quickly taking over the rest of the house as you and Robin stood in the street watching them dance over the carnage.

You turned to each other, tears streaming down your faces before you pulled her into an embrace. In the distance echoed the sound of sirens, flashing lights coming closer and closer. But you merely stood there, holding each other. You were safe now.

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[robinbuckleyluvr]

⊹˚˖⁺ dating robin buckley headcanons #2

masterlist | requests

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: headcanons on how i think robin would be as a gf: asking out edition

Warnings: none

Notes: decided to do a part two on one of my old works while i wait for this fandom to revive fully

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robin would be awfully nervous before asking you out.

she would ramble on and on to steve... (who is fed tf up at this point)

for the sake of the post, by now its assumed you and her are aware of the romantic feelings you have for one another, just... neither of you have made any moves forward.

robin would come up with a plan to ask you out, planned down to the time of the day

therefore, when every day at 12:00 pm she approaches you as you're doing your job at family video & then randomly brings up something silly, you begin to get suspicious

12:00 pm on the dot for days straight.

robin would get her courage up, but at the moment of 'impact', she would freak out and burst out whatever she could think of.

"Hey! Hi! Nice... restocking you got there!"

steve would call her out for it as he drives her home, earning nothing from robin other than a few eye rolls here and there.

robin would go over her plan with steve over and over, to the point where steve can finish her sentences perfectly

"Seriously, Robin, all you gotta do is go for it man!"

"Wow! Really, Steve? I hadn't realized all I needed to do was go for it."

and finally, after 3 weeks of awkward 12:00 pm interactions and uncomfortable car rides, she 'went for it'

she approached you at 12:00 pm for a final time, her voice quiet and shy making sure no customers were around

she would begin by rambling about you, and how fun she found it to be around you as they worked, and even outside of work

she would then apologize for rambling, and then would begin to ramble again as she tried to explain why she was doing so

finally, she would pop the big question

"I guess, all I'm trying to say is, I like you. Yay! Right? And I hope you still feel that way for me too! If not then thats... cool. Kind of sad. Cool with me! I think. But either way, if you do feel that way, then maybe you would consider going out with... me?"

[kimoralov3]

omg hiii! could u do your halloween prompt 'american psycho - select a character and i'll tell you how i think they'd respond to a scary movie' with robin buckley :0 i love your work!!

thank you so much!!!

i think robin would be like me in the fact that while things may look creepy/scary to her, she'll make it less scary by thinking about how it had to be shot yk??? like she'd be thinking about how to make something float they had to attach a string to it or something and then she'd start laughing and she'd be good for the rest of the movie

unless it's gore. robin and gore do NOT mix well

[robinbuckleyluvr]

⊹˚˖⁺ whispers - robin buckley

masterlist | requests

Summary: short and sweet, who doesn’t love to gossip

Warnings: none

Notes: are robin buckley posts still popular in this day and age or did i miss my window after being so busy?

Word count: 201

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Robin Buckley would be absolutely lying if she said she did not enjoy these moments, moments of closeness and a side of giggles.

Yet again, Scoops stood relatively empty, Y/N and Robin behind the counter gossiping to each other, occasionally exploding in fits of laughter.

Robin loved seeing her laugh and smile at her words, though she would never admit it.

Steve could hear them from the back, in fact, he began to get sick of it. What could they be talking about that required so much whispering and giggling?

Robin leaned into her ear, a smile so big you wouldn’t miss it miles away, yet whispering only loud enough for her co-worker to hear.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she listened closely to what her co-worker had to say on the matter the two spoke of, before she could reply, Steve barged out wearing an exasperated look on his face.

“What could you two be possibly talking about that requires so much giggling? Seriously?” Steve exclaimed, annoyance and despair filling his words as his eyes darted between the pair.

It only took once glance between Robin Buckley and Y/N for them to explode in quiet laughter.

[robinbuckleyluvr]

once st s5 drops and the robin buckley fangirls revive you people wont be ready... just wrote 7k words on an unfinished robin buckley scenario. real writers r still alive guys i got u

[shysneeze-recs]

stranger things recs:

all the fics ive reblogged here and loved :)

fluff: ✿ | angst: ϟ | spice: ☾ | favourites: ♡

(spice implies making out etc, but no explicit smut - essentially it isn't fluffy enough for the fluff key, and i don't know what else to use :))

anyway, this is a little less exhausting than going through the eddie and steve dominated nancy and robin tags for fics i hope :)) pls enjoy - also feel free to nosy at mine here

robin buckley

five minutes | @scoopsohboi (♡ )

here | @iliveiloveiwrite (✿)

heaven knows im miserable now | @delfiore (ϟ)

jealousy, jealousy | @milkxcheese-ii (ϟ✿)

(sorry if this isnt the right account, i struggled)

bucket list | @thatonegirlwhowrites (✿)

this week at family video | @intergalaticaquarium (♡ )

(this is x oc, not x reader, but i loved it so much so fight me)

i kissed a girl (and i liked it) | @marvelsswansong (☾)

the dinner | @fan-fictent (✿)

skinny dipping w/ robin | @bloomsunfold (✿)

(hopper!reader)

say you love me | @gogobootz1 (✿)

untitled | deactivated account (✿)

(cant find the account but if you know if they've moved let me know!!! i wanna give proper credit!)

robin headcanons | @robinbuckleyluvr

fast times at family video | @burgundybmw (✿)

getting to know you | @ghostdaichi

hopscotch | @where-is-francis (✿)

redemption make out sesh | @munsster (✿)

head in the clouds | @smallestvictxries (✿)

'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger..." | @chaseadrian (✿)

medusa | @vanillann (♡ )

(idk what key to tag this with but i love love loved it so much)

robin as human weighted blanket | @luveline (✿)

she wears short skirts, i wear tee shirts | @hawkins-losers (✿)

lipgloss and libraries | @hellfirewhores (☾)

sleepyhead | @mirclealignr (✿♡ )

stolen kisses | @chloeisaslut (✿)

moonlight | @robinbuckleyluvr (✿)

fade into you | @delicrieux (✿♡ )

redeem the cursed | @munsster (a)

blue hoodie | @robiin-buckley (✿♡ )

accidental confessions | @nancys4gf (✿)

posso ancora aspettare | @delfiore (ϟ)

fuzzy duck | @natashasnoodle (✿)

what about me | @justlydiasworld (ϟ)

furrowed brows | @writingquillsandpainpills (✿♡ )

sleepyhead | @theoreticslut (✿)

roller skates | @buckleymess (✿♡ )

nancy wheeler:

sweet | @stevesharrlngtons (✿)

"i think im in love with you" + "can i kiss you?" | @kaylawritesfics (✿)

crybaby!reader | @bloomsunfold (✿)

[robinbuckleyluvr]

<3

[robinbuckleyluvr]

Awesome fics dude!

- [can I be biker anon?]

thank you! i’m glad you like my fics<3

and yes ofc!!

[robinbuckleyluvr]

“robin and nancy should end up together.” i say into the mic, the crowd boos.

“no, she’s right.” i hear a voice say. the lights turn on, it’s natalia dyer herself.

[shysneeze]

3k follower celebration event <3

can’t believe 3000 of you actually stick around to read my self-indulgent fics and daily oversharing on the internet!! thank you so much i’m really happy to have so many people enjoy my silly writings, and glad to to have the space to share them :)) love ya!

as per usual it time for ask games and blurbs but this time with a brown aesthetic!

open: mon 1st august -> sun 7th august

🐌 | blurbs

-> pick a dialogue prompt (or two) from either of the prompt lists below and a character and i’ll do my best to come up with something :)

-> prompt list i and ii

-> usual requests rules apply, please read my request guidelines x

🍂| ask games

-> fmk , two truths and a lie, etc

-> not cym because i’m a nervous wreck, luv u mutuals but i am also scared of annoying u all

🥐| fic recs

-> i’m always look for good robin, nance + joyce fics! self promote or send me that one fic you can’t stop thinking about!

-> i’ll reblog with my thoughts (but can’t reblog smut this is a pg13 blog pls)

📖| book club

-> let’s trade book recs and talk about characters and ur latest reads - indulge my need to talk about books pls

🎻 | musical chairs

-> i have an unhinged taste i music: my fourth most listened to spotify artist of all time is the glee cast, i own the pride and prejudice 2005 soundtrack on vinyl and i have a playlist for just about every emotion i’ve ever felt - let’s talk about music!

-> need a song for an incredibly niche daydream? want to correct my music taste? exchange favourite songs? i’m down

🍪| chit chat

-> let’s just chat! got something on ur mind? need a rant? need someone to spill you incoherent fandom thoughts to? spill bestie, nothing is too unhinged - this isn’t celebration specific, but it’s an obligatory addition

as usual, drop an emoji into my asks to take part if you like :)

mutuals i love and adore for putting up with me <3 : @paqerings @robinbuckleyluvr @cupids-crystals @mirclealignr @greendinosaursocks13 @magicalxdaydream <3

[robinbuckleyluvr]

OMG congrats bee!! ur so awesome