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[lavenderstobins]

and if the lights are all down

Before Robin can think it through, she marches towards Jonathan, catching up to him easily and tapping him, hard, on the shoulder. He turns around, frowning when he sees her. “Oh. Robin.” “What the hell is your problem?” Jonathan furrows his brow. “With… Steve?” “No,” Robin snaps. “With Nancy.”

Less than two months after they graduate, Robin punches Jonathan in the face.

Robin/Nancy // Rated T // Multichapter // 9.7k words

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[lavenderstobins]

four leaf clover

Nancy’s going to hell. Or she’s already in hell. One of the two. She hadn’t expected Robin to be home, let alone— “Oh—ohmygod, fuck, fuck—” —this.

Nancy overhears something she's not supposed to. It goes better than she could've ever imagined.

Nancy/Robin // Rated E // 6.2k words

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[lavenderstobins]

if i only could

“Please don’t take her,” Steve begs, even as it falls on deaf ears. They keep walking, unrelenting. “Steve!” Robin’s voice cracks, fear breaking through it as she scuffles with her captors. He can’t stop them. There’s nothing he can do. “I’ll find you!” Steve yells, hoping she knows he means it. Hoping that she knows he’ll do everything he can to get her home safe. “I promise I’ll come find you!” The door slams shut. Robin is gone.

Steve isn't the only one who gets tortured by the Russians.

Or: a slight role reversal AU.

Steve & Robin // Rated T // Multichapter // 4.1k words // WIP

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(based on this art by inky-the-artist)

[lavenderstobins]

sweeter than heaven

“Robin?” Chrissy asks softly, chancing a look over at her. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Robin turns her head, blinking owlishly. For a second, she doesn’t respond, and when she does, it’s mumbled. “My teeth.” “I know,” Chrissy says sympathetically. “You’re—” “They’re sad,” Robin continues, as if she hadn’t spoken. “We’re sad.”

Robin has her wisdom teeth removed and has some big feelings.

Robin/Chrissy // Rated G // 2.6k words

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[lavenderstobins]

take the hand that’s offered (and hold on tight)

That earns him a laugh. “Alright, you got me. Got any movie recommendations for me, pretty boy?” “Not a boy,” Steve says automatically, then freezes as the words register, his mouth going dry. Nausea begins to build inside him. “I mean— I, uh, don’t want to be one of those— uh, ultra masculine macho dudes who, um, can’t take—” Eddie doesn’t miss a beat, casual as ever. “My apologies, pretty thing.”

Five times Steve talks about his gender + one time he doesn’t.

Steve & various others, Steve & Robin, Steve/Eddie // Rated T // Multichapter // WIP

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[lavenderstobins]

don't be shy, let's cause a scene

“It’s Jonathan Byers,” Eddie continues. “I don’t get it! You, Wheeler—What’s the appeal with this guy? What’s the allure? No offence, Byers.” “None taken,” Jonathan says, unfazed. “I mean, it’s like being attracted to a piece of paper,” Eddie says. Jonathan frowns. “Some taken.”

Eddie can't wrap his head around Steve dating Jonathan. Jeff is an involuntary witness to, apparently, every single discussion about it.

Steve/Jonathan, Steve & Eddie, Jeff & Eddie, Jeff & others // Rated T // 4.5k words

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[lavenderstobins]

i’ll stick around if you will

Surprisingly, the fourth pancake turns out pretty well. It doesn’t stick to the pan, nor does it sink in the middle. It browns well, looks nice and fluffy. Triumphantly, Nancy uses the pan to flip the pancake— —and the pancake smacks into the ceiling. Both of them stare up at it, craning their necks. “I don’t think it’s supposed to touch the ceiling,” Josie says. “No,” Nancy says, “I don’t think it is.”

Nancy and Josie spend the day together when Robin's too sick for the date she'd arranged.

Nancy/Robin, Nancy & Josie // Rated G // 3.6k words

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[lavenderstobins]

kiss and (don't) tell

“Hey, Steve,” Dustin starts, casual as ever, as though he’s about to ask about the weather. “Have you seen anyone new hanging out with Eddie?” Eddie’s head snaps to him, glaring. “Uh, hello?” Steve just shrugs, smiling slyly. “Only the vacuum cleaner, apparently, considering the state of him.”

Eddie has a hickey. The party try to figure out who gave it to him.

Steve/Eddie // Rated T // 1.8k words

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