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im-robins-bitch · 10 months

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But, I’m a band geek (Robin Buckley x fem!reader)

Or, Robin tries to navigate the insecurities that dating a cheerleader is bringing up. It all comes to ahead when she see’s you with Chrissy and your popular friends at the pre-senior year party. Comfort w slight angst (4.5k)

can be read as a stand alone or you can see how they got together here.

TW: Reader’s best friend is mentioned to be homophobic and reader defends them. Reader refers to themselves as robins girlfriend. Reader mentions briefly a distressing coming out story. Robin talks about not being ‘like everyone else’ and wishes she was normal.

You were popular, Robin knew you were when you started dating over the summer.

She had seen you in the halls last year before you had ever really spoken to each other. Noticed how the rest of the school treated you and subsequently her.

You were like Claire from Breakfast Club, and all too often she felt like Alison.

When you first got together she forgot all about your respective social rankings, it was hard not to when you spent weeks visiting her at work complimenting her. Her previous conceptions were thrown right out of the window, replaced with the real you.

She didn’t even think about how things might change when school started up again. How could she when you would stamp your lips against any inch of her as soon as you were alone?

She had thought about bringing it up, asking if you would sit with her at lunch or stick to your usual routine. Would you introduce her to your friends as a new friend or not mention her at all? What if you didn’t even acknowledge her existence when you got to school?

Sometimes she thinks of the day you came into scoops with the rest of the cheerleaders, you hadn’t spoken a word to her that day. She learned later on that you had been jealous, but still the thought nagged at her. What if you were embarrassed by her? You were always so sweet to her, but you didn’t earn the intimidating reputation for no reason. You could be blunt, had allegedly made the previous head cheerleader cry when you were just a freshman.

Every day she planned to talk to you about her worries and every day she changed her mind. You would coddle her in affection, finger tracing shapes into her arms while you asked about her day. Pecking her lips in between each of her sentences because you just missed her so much. She didn’t want to burst the lovey-dovey bubble and in that moment all of her concerns melted away. Her mind filled with nothing but you.

Robin had never felt so special, she hardly believed it was real. The first few weeks she would awake in the morning and wonder if it had all been a dream. On one of your dates, she had even pinched her arm just to make sure. Her vision didn’t falter though, you were still grinning at her, sucking on your milkshake straw and offering her a taste.

For now she had swept all her negative thoughts into a closet and locked the door tight. Only now the strain of her thoughts had the door ready to burst, the lock insubstantial to the pressure of everything she had tucked away.

She was at a back-to-school party, she hadn’t wanted to attend but did at your and Steves's insistence.

She had spent extra time getting ready, it wasn’t something she was used to, but it made her chest grow warm. She wanted you to think she was pretty, wanted to hear one of your cheesy lines or watch a toothy grin appear on your face as you looked her up and down. It always sent her into a spin, catching your eyes devouring her.

She was wearing the lipstick you had left at her house and it had her stomach swirling with anticipation. You always complimented her chapstick or her lipgloss, if you were alone you insisted on kissing her to get a taste. Sometimes you would offer her to try some of your own holding out the tube temptingly, only to press your lips to hers when she agreed.

You would wipe away any of the smudging with your thumb, eyes full of mischief at her red cheeks and incoherent stutters. After she would want to wrap her fist in your shirt and pull you to her lips again, kissing you until you were dizzy. She was still nervous though, a little reserved to pull you into her lap just yet. You didn’t seem to mind too much, adoring to press your fingers into the fat of her thighs and drag her towards you, sometimes leaving crescent marks in your wake that you would press mind-numbing kisses to over and over again.

You had gone to the party earlier to help your friend set up the party. Robin didn’t mind it meant she could make a grand entrance with Steve.

She had been bouncing in the car with impatience. Fiddling with the hem of her shorts over and over and checking her lipstick was still on in the mirror at least 5 times on the short drive over. Steve kept looking over at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, but he couldn’t keep the amused grin off his face.

She had been so excited to see you, fussing with her hair on the walk up the stairs. Imagining your face when you saw her. Wondering which of her favourite expressions you would be wearing. Would she see your flirty smirk or your coy smile?

It turns out she wouldn’t get to see any of your expressions.

It was an hour since she arrived and you had been surrounded by a small crowd the entire time. She only got to see your face in brief glimpses, none of them long enough for her to really take you in.

She didn’t want to let it get her down, but seeing you was pretty much the only reason she had turned up. Every second she expected you too excuse yourself out of the group and come see her, only the moment never came.

The ice in her cup had completely melted now, her hand covered in the condensation from the sweating plastic. Somehow her fingers were sticky too, even though she took extra care to make sure none of the punch sloshed down the sides when she scooped it in.

Boys from the school continued to flit in and out of the circle, many offering drinks to you which you continued to accept. While she was only on her first drink, you must have been on your fifth by now.

Her nostrils flared at the thought of you encouraging their flirtations and lingering touches. You were flirty, she knew that before you had dated, but now you were dating her. Even if it was a secret surely you wouldn’t be entertaining the stupid jocks trying to get into your pants.

She hated parties. She hated being in crowds surrounded by people she didn’t at all care for. Still, she had come especially for you and you hadn’t even come to say hello, or even acknowledged her existence with some eye contact.

Every moment that ticked by without you looking her way, was another log for the fire. She was practically simmering in rage. Still she knew a smile from you would snuff the fire out, so she waited.

She knew she could come over and join the group to talk to you. In fact, Steve was insisting that she should. “Go help her Rob, she looks like she needs an escape” She just felt stuck against the living room wall she was slumped against. Her untouched cup of punch crinkling in her hands as she took her frustrations out of it.

She just couldn’t. Her body wouldn’t move. She felt pathetic.

Surrounding you were all the people in school she would never be good enough for. The crowd was filtering away now. Still, Jason and Chrissy flanked your right, the latter's hands wrapped around your wrist, showing off your matching friendship bracelets while Heather and two other girls from cheer stood in front, chatting to you eagerly. All popular and all rich.

Not some band loser that can’t even afford a license.

She felt like the outlier, how could she just walk up to that group and speak to you in front of everyone?

“Do you want me to come with you?’ Steve offered, nudging Robins's arm.

She shook her head, cheeks flushing red. Steve couldn’t understand, he was one of them, well he used to be. Even spending time with the former King Steve would earn Robin some looks sometimes, but you? That would just attract more attention than she ever wanted, she didn’t want to be noticed by Jason and his cronies. She didn’t want to hear the more cut-throat cheerleaders talk about her.

“I need the bathroom” Robin mumbled, turning her gaze from the scene in front of her and shoving her cup into Steve’s spare hand. Steve tried to stop her and follow after, but she was too fast. He knew he had to do something though.

Robin scrambled up the stairs, ignoring the protests of couples lining the stairs as she shoved them out of the way. Secretly glad to be making them suffer because why couldn’t she be making out with her girlfriend on the stairs?

Why hadn’t you come to seek her out, you knew she hated parties, you knew she only came to see you.

She tried three doors before she finally found a bathroom and threw herself into it. Sliding the lock into place and pressing her back into the wooden door. The pressure grounding her as she sinks to the floor.

She hates the feeling of the cold tiles on her bare legs, hates that she wore her stupid shorts for you, hates that she had been so excited earlier only to be crushed entirely at the first obstacle your relationship had faced.

Her relationship wasn’t going to be like the one Steve had with Nancy, she knew that. She couldn't come up and kiss you in the hall, hold your hand on walks around town or even tell anyone but Steve that she had a girlfriend in the first place. Still, she had hoped she would be able to talk to you without fighting off everyone else to get to you.

She wished she wasn’t intimidated by talking to the large popular groups you belong in. Why didn’t she work like a normal person? She always dreaded the moment when people would talk to her for the first time and realise she was weird. She could always see it, the awkward look on their face when they started looking for a way out of interacting with her. Talking to people like Heather or Chrissy always reminded her that she wasn’t like the other people her age and social interaction didn’t come naturally.

You had never made her feel like that though. if she said something others would think was weird you would sense her freezing up in regret and say something just as strange.

You would trace shapes into her palms as she told you long-winded stories, encouraging her to go on. With you, while she still didn’t feel normal in the way others did, she at least felt accepted. You liked her the way she was and didn’t want her any other way. At least that was what she always thought…until now.

She scrubs her lipstick on to her hand, feeling silly for even making an effort. She can’t see herself in the bathroom mirror, she’s sunk too far to the floor, but she knows she must look like a mess. Her breaths come in giant puffs and tears are dripping from her eyes. The embarrassment she feels only makes the crying worse.

She’s falling in love with you and she fears she’s falling alone.

She feels, instead of hears, the banging at the door. The music is loud and for once she’s thankful for it, otherwise, the person on the other side probably would have heard her breakdown.

She ignores it, hearing only an unintelligible voice until it gets louder, the voice scratchy with the strain. “ROBIN?”

She flinches, her head banging against the back of the door in shock. She groans in pain, clutching her head with one hand while trying to wipe away her tears with the other. She considers not answering and waiting until you go to try a different bathroom to make her escape. Last year she probably would have, but being friends with Steve has made her a little bit braver, so she undoes the lock and opens the door a crack.

She gives you an inch, but you take the whole damn mile, pushing the door open until you can squeeze in and then shutting it behind you. Quickly sliding the lock back into place.

It takes you a second to assess her face before you bundle her into your arms.

One hand goes to her back, tracing up and down her spine the way she adores, the other cradling her head to your neck. You can feel her wet tears against your skin and it makes you hold her even tighter. “Baby…” You coo, hand smoothing down her hair over and over again.

Your honeyed voice cuts right through her, the pet name even more so. It brings down the dam as she starts to sob in your arms, hands clutching your shirt and arms, desperate to not let you leave.

“Did someone hurt you?” Unlike before, your voice is rough as you try to hold back aggression at the thought of someone hurting your sweet Robin.

She merely shakes her head, burying herself as far into your skin as can. She accepts your comfort for as long as she can until the bad thoughts fill her head again. Eventually, she can’t really stand touching you anymore and the fact breaks her own heart.

“Why didn’t you come and see me?” She finally asks, deciding to rip off the band-aid and get it over with as soon as she’s caught her breath.

She feels your body tense as the realisation sets in, that you're the reason she’s crying. You thump your head back against the door, squeezing her tight against your body, you made your sweet Robin cry.

“I tried-”

“It didn’t seem like you tried!” Robin argued, pulling away from your neck to look at you. Her face is completely red, from anger or sadness you're not sure. Her brows are furrowed in anger, despite the tears threatening to spill from her eyes again.

It feels like a knife to your chest when you try to brush away the tears on her cheek, only for her to move away from your touch as if it burns.

“I’m so-”

“Were you just having too much fun with your popular friends to remember me or were you so embarrassed by the thought of being seen with me you decided to pretend I didn’t exist?”

“Robin wha-”

“And why was Chrissy Cunningham all over you?” Robin crosses her arms with a final huff and she glares you up and down.

It takes you a moment to gather your thoughts together, caught off guard by Robins's tears and then angry outburst, you don’t want to make anything worse, you don’t want to dismiss her feelings, but your brain isn’t stringing together any coherent thoughts. All the cups of punch you’d drank tonight didn’t help either.

You had been guzzling drinks in hopes of excusing yourself to fill up your cup so you could find Robin without your friends buzzing around. Only you kept getting a new drink handed to you over and over again.

By the time you had gotten away from them, so you could flirt with Robin to your heart's content, Steve was glaring at you and telling you she had run off to the bathroom.

Your legs feel weak after running around to try and find your girlfriend in your drunken state so you sit down on the toilet, lid down, clutching your head in your hands. Robin is still waiting for you, arms crossed tightly as she taps her foot against the floor. Getting angrier by your lack of response every second.

“I’m sorry,” You start, heart, beating erratically from the events of the last ten minutes. “But I did try, I really wanted to see you Rob I promise I did” You explain, looking up into her eyes, hoping she can see the truth in them. “I just couldn’t get away from them, they kept asking me what I’ve been doing all Summer for me to be ignoring all their invites.”

“What did you tell them?” She asks, still a storm of anger. Her usual clear blue eyes you always likened to a tranquil ocean now reminded you of a treacherous sea. Her shoe squeaks against the tile as she drags her toes against it. She braces herself for the lie you might have told them, hoping it will protect her from the sting.

“That I started talking to you when I came to get some ice cream one day and we’ve been fast friends ever since,”

Her eyes snap to yours, “Really?” You nod in confirmation, fiddling with your fingers as you try not to look away from her piercing stare. “Then why didn’t you come over to talk to me?”

You sigh, looking up at the ceiling, “I…There are a lot of reasons, but none of them are because I’m embarrassed by you, I promise,”

The tightness in Robin’s chest loosens a little with the confirmation, but she still needs more. She moves closer, grabbing your hand in her own and squeezing. “You can tell me anything,” She says, wondering if she might not be the only one with a closet full of worries.

“I don’t even know where to start. Mostly, I just like spending time alone with you, because when we’re with other people we have to just be friends and it’s so hard, I swear I look at you and my eyes just turn into hearts.”

Robins's throat bobs, and she kisses your knuckles from the confession.

“Plus, Chris, she knows I like girls and…it was difficult at first. She didn’t intend to be cruel or anything she would just, give me pamphlets for..” You swallow harshly, gripping Robin even tighter.

Her heart breaks at the thought of you coming out to your childhood best friend and not receiving the support you deserve. She knows you and Chrissy have been best friends practically since birth. The aged friendship bracelet on your wrist is a constant reminder of it.

She had come out to a boy she had known less than 3 months and he had been more supportive than she could ever have hoped. It reminds her how lucky she was and how awful it is that Steves acceptance of her isn’t the norm.

“It’s better now,” You insist, protecting the friend who must have hurt you more than she could know. “She’s…coming around. I just worried that I might out you to her if she sees us together too much and I don’t want you to have to deal with that. “

“I’m sorry,” Robin says, ducking her head in shame. Your hand finds her chin and you lift her head back up, pressing a tender kiss to her lips, salty from both of your tears.

“Don’t be,” You insist, kissing her once again. “It feels good to talk about it, I’m so used to having to hide all my feelings. Sometimes I forget I have someone I can be honest with now” You brush your thumb across her cheeks, “Thank you,” You say, kissing her again, even longer than the last, “for giving me that”

Robin feels light-headed, from your kiss, from the emotional rollercoaster she’s been on today and from how much she adores you. She wants to keep kissing you, but she knows you deserve some honesty as well.

“To be completely honest, i should have talked to you about my feelings sooner, before blowing up on you. I’ve been worrying for a while now”

Your finger traces the furrow in her brow, smoothing it out. “I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t talk to me about it till now. I feel like such a bad girlfriend”

Even though her stomach drops at the idea of you feeling bad, she can’t help but smile a little at the word girlfriend rolling off your lips. It was still so new to her, “No, you’re not, I was just embarrassed,”

“Are you still embarrassed?”

She is, her cheeks are heating at the thought of telling you, but you were so brave telling her about Chrissy that she powers through. “I’m worried that at school, you’ll pretend you don't know me.”

“What! Why would you think I would do that?” She knows she’s upset you again, for thinking so little of your character so she tries to explain further. That it isn’t you, it’s her.

“Because you’re like the most popular cheerleader in school and I’m just some band geek”

You squish her cheeks, pushing them together. “don’t call my girlfriend a band geek” You insist.

She sees the sharpness in your eyes at your little threat, a fraction of what someone who actually hurt you might experience and it sends a little shiver down her spine. It loses all intimidation when your press a sloppy kiss to one of her squishy cheeks, nuzzling your nose against the soft skin below her eye.

She giggles, but still shakes her head insisting that it's true, like for some reason waving around pompoms and shouting chants makes you more of a person than she is.

“I’m serious Robs, you’re incredible, the effort you put into playing the trumpet is super inspiring and you are so fucking smart, you make me drool whenever you speak a different language, I swear.”

Robin is still shaking her head, opening her mouth to rebut you, but you kiss her before she can. You suck on her bottom lip, making her whine. You grin in victory when you pull away.

Your face is barely an inch away as you look directly into her eyes. “There’s no way I could ever pretend you don’t exist, Robin Buckley. I’ve spent an entire year pinning after you, like I’m gonna spend any time away from you now”

“I really really like you,” I’m falling in love with you. It blurts out before Robin could control it.

Your teeth press down on your lips in an attempt to control your grin, “I wish I could walk in on Monday and give you a kiss that would let the whole school know that your mine, but I guess it’s gonna have to be me introducing my new best friend to the school instead” You nuzzle your nose against hers, which is still flushed red, “I really, really, really like you too”

“Drunk friends can hold hands at least right?” Robin says, standing up from the tile and holding her hand out to you as an offering. In lieu of a verbal response, you take her hand and smatter it in kisses.

“Is it bad that I want to stay in here with you all night?”

“I was kinda planning on bringing you home with me instead,” Robin says as you wipe the dry tears from her cheeks, she leans into your touch this time and you reward her with a long forehead kiss.

“I can work with that,” You grin, looking her up and down.

Robin smiles at you, looking utterly fond as you tuck some of her hair behind her ear, fingers tenderly brushing against the curve of soft skin. “I didn’t get to tell you how pretty you look tonight Robs, swear you just get more and more good-looking every time I see you”

Robin snorts, hooking her chin over your shoulder and wrapping her arms around you for a good hug. You immediately reciprocate the action. “I think you’re imagining it”

“I don’t think so” She can hear the smirk in your voice, and then she feels the squeeze of your hand on the top of her thighs and knows exactly what you're looking at over her shoulder. “I love these shorts”

“Pervert,” She mumbled into your ears, it earns her a laugh as you squeeze her extra tight.

You spend a little longer holding onto each other in the bathroom. Thinking over the past hour and each promising to be a little more honest with each other in the future. It’s only interrupted when someone starts banging on the door, yelling at you for hogging the bathroom for so long.

“Will Steve still look like he wants to beat me up when we go back out there do you think?”

Robin laughs, “He’s never won a fight in his life, I think you could take him”

She leads you towards the door, “You’re probably right” your, giggling along with her as you flex your arm in a show of muscle.

When you open the door, the drunken guy Robin recognises as Fred from the wrestling team recoils in horror as he stares at you. Robin not even noticed as he sputters out an apology.

You wield your icy stare like a weapon as he tries to come up with excuses.

“Move,” You instruct, he hurries to do so, apologising profusely to Robin as he bumps into her. Robin laughs as people move out of your way as you tug her down the crowded corridor she had to fight her way through.

Yeah, you could definitely take on Steve she thinks.

When she’s pulled into your circle of friends, a stare from you shuts up Jason before he can start.

It’s awkward for a second until Heather is complimenting her hair and it’s like she’s been initiated because everyone treats her like one of them. Jason passes her his fresh drink as he goes off in search of his own.

Chrissy raises her eyebrows at you, but Robin squeezes your hand in reassurance. She’s here for you now, you’re not alone. You squeeze her hand back.

When she grows exhausted of talking she finds she doesn’t need to, Heather and Kath fill the circle with Idle chatter and Steve soon joins the circle too. His arm across her shoulders makes Chrissy loosen up a bit more and she talks to you animatedly about cheer tryouts next week.

That’s when Robin realises, next week she’ll get to see you in your cheer uniform. Maybe school won’t be too bad after all.

Masterlist

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x fem reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x you #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley fanficiton #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley hc #robin buckley x cheerleader reader

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Dating Robin Buckley Headcanons

Pairing: Robin Buckley x GN! / AFAB! Reader

Warnings: sfw and nsfw, minors DNI

A/N: so here’s Robin’s version of my dating headcanons! I hope you like it <3

next up I think will probably be Eddie, or maybe Nancy, it depends on how quickly I get them done <3

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

SFW

she’s super awkward when you first meet, like she just can't seem to stop talking whenever you’re together

she’s self conscious that she’s annoying you but you actually find it really cute and endearing and you always make sure to tell her as much, she needs the reassurance sometimes

it’s Steve that sets the two of you up and encourages you guys to get together

also getting with Robin automatically comes with a free lifetime subscription to Steve’s lesbian protector programme, which includes Eddie as part of the package

you and Robin go out for lil dates together where there’s lots of discreet touching and holding of hands, longing glances, whispered compliments to avoid other people getting suspicious and thinking you were anything more than friends

your favourite date is your frequent movie nights, where Robin always steals the latest release from her work and brings it home for the two of you to watch

it’s your favourite kind of date bc the two of you are actually alone and are free to snuggle and kiss and touch as much a you please

you guys get matching patches to sow onto your denim jackets, everyone else just thinks it’s bc you’re a couple of besties but only you and Robin know better

the two of you are always sharing clothes, to the point where you’re no longer sure who’s clothes are who’s now anyway

bringing Steve and Eddie on date nights when you want to go out so you can get away with it looking you’re on a double date with the boys when actually you’re just there for each other - like you guys will go to the cinema or something and the boys will sit on either side of you, letting you guys be next to each other in the middle, so you can secretly hold hands without worrying about other people looking over from the side

she really likes to cup your face between her hands when you kiss

you guys have secret code words / signals for when you guys want to get away from a social situation that’s becoming too much for either one of you

you also have a lil secret code phrase to tell each other “I love you” when you’re in public

Robin can sometimes get easily flustered and stressed and you’ve learned well how to calm her down

she can get really fidgety when she’s stressed so you often let her play with your hair as a distraction to keep her mind and hands busy for a while

she also gets really giddy and hyper about things and you just love watching her excitement so much

Robin is also a fantastic listener and is great to vent to when you need it

the two of you also hardly ever get into arguments bc your communication skills are just on point so there’s almost never any miscommunication or things like that! she’d always rather sit down and have a proper conversation about the issue than have an argument where the two of get mad at each other

she’s not one for material gifts too much and prefers to have memorable experiences with you when it comes to anniversaries or birthdays etc.

that being said, you guys both definitely have a shared collection of plushies that you like add to whenever you find a cute one

I also feel like she’s the type to give you random affectionate lil bites and nips, ya know what I mean? like if you out your arm around her shoulders she’ll twist her head and give you a quick, gentle nip on the hand as a sign of affection

Robin is just a super cute and super enthusiastic girlfriend and I love her for that

pet-names: (for you) darling, sweetie, pumpkin, angel, my love

pet-names: (for her) Rob, honey, hun, baby, my love

NSFW

so I feel like this might be controversial but, as awkward as she can sometimes be, I actually see Robin as being mostly a dom in bed

like maybe the first few times you got together she was more sub, like just nerves as she gets to know you and your body and how your bodies work together

but once she’s got you and your body figured out, she fucking owns you, like I’m picturing her as a pleasure dom tbh, she loves to see how many times she can make you cum

she’s definitely into overstimulating you

loves to peg you, of course

is a fucking champion at eating pussy, like she absolutely fucking loves it when you sit on her face

not to mention how much she loves to make out with your after she’s eaten you out

I also just think she does like to kiss you a lot when you’re having sex

like you guys have to be super careful about not leaving visible marks on each other so you don’t get questioned, so she makes up for not being able to kiss your neck / body, etc. by just kissing your lips constantly

that being said, you both fucking love leaving hickies on each other where you know no one else will seem, it’s just a lil secret between the two of you

so her favourite spots to leave hickies on you are on your tits and your inner thighs, you like to leave hickies across her stomach and hip bones the most

69-ing is definitely one of her favourite positions

she likes to use a vibrator / wand on you, and she’ll make it her mission to make you squirt bc of it

I feel like she can a bit loud in bed and you’re often having to shhh her so that you don’t get caught

I also feel like she’s maybe a bit impatient when it comes to you pleasuring her, she doesn’t like to be teased as much and just wants to reach her high as quickly as possible

I can see Robin being into a lil bit of light bdsm, so she likes tying you up (this is usually when she likes to whip out the vibrator on you) , she’s into light pain play, like spanking you a lil bit if you’re being bratty

but she’ll never ever do anything that makes you uncomfortable and she’s always checking in during intimate sessions to make sure that you’re doing okay

she likes to have her hair pulled, she takes it as sign that she’s making you feel really fucking good, which is almost always true

remember those movie nights I mentioned? well sometimes if the film isn’t good, or if she’s just in the mood, Robin will slip her hand under your panties and make you cum on her fingers right there on the sofa

also Robin is an ass girl and she loves to grab fistfuls of you ass to pull you close to her as she fucks you - she’ll also slap your ass whenever she can get away with it

aftercare queen™️

will give you all of the snuggles and kisses afterwards, she’ll stroke your hair and kiss your forehead and tell you how good you were for her

she’ll just hold you, maybe swaying a bit, stroking your hair and humming until you eventually fall asleep in your arms

Author’s Note / Disclaimer: please remember that these are headcanons, i.e. this is how I personally view the character. you may disagree and that is completely fine, I just ask that you don’t leave any disrespectful or rude comments about it. thank you in advance.

Masterlist

#waspswidows #robin buckley #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley headcanon #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley hc #robin buckley x y/n #maya hawke #stranger things headcanons

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sparklingsin · 2 years

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— say you want me too | robin buckley

+ robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: "are you really that oblivious?" in which robin thinks the reader is straight, when she's definitely not. [requested by @taylorsmylover]

tags: just fluff, getting together, robin pov, confident reader

a/n: first robin fic! i love her sm. yes, this fic is inspired by that popular girl applying makeup on another girl meme. hope you enjoy reading it! feedback is appreciated. <3

Robin thumps her head against the side of the giant shelf. A couple of tapes come tumbling down from the top and Steve, who had been casually leaning against the opposite wall, scowls at her in distaste.

"Ugh. I wish she would look at me like that," Robin whisper-sings, feigning ignorance about the tapes. Her gaze is hooked on you, talking to a random blond, leaning casually across the counter. Your lips are stretched into a toothy smile and Robin can't help but think you might be in the middle of flirting.

Steve groans loudly, moving to pick up the fallen tapes.

"Jesus Christ, this again. She does, Robs! You're just never looking at her when she is."

Robin watches as you laugh coyly at something the guy says.

"She likes guys, Steve," Robin says, like a mantra at this point, trying to get herself to move on. You like guys. You like guys. You like guys. Boys. Men. Not girls. Not women.

Certainly not her.

"So? She could like girls too," Steve argues. The pile of tapes in his hand is high but Robin makes no effort to help.

"Ya know, she's always wearing that shirt you complimented that one time."

So not true. But, admittedly, you are wearing it right now. It's a bright orange top, with faded hems and a slightly scandalous neckline but Robin loves how it brings out your eyes.

God, you're biting your lip now and Robin has never felt such privation before.

"Shut up," she mumbles, spellbound by your laughter. "It's just coincidence. Happenstance. Yesterday, she was wearing that pink dress that makes her look like a pr—"

"Yeah, yeah we know you're in love but then explain why she made a face when you asked if I could tag along for your night out?" Steve questions and Robin opens her mouth before shutting it in response.

Steve smiles smugly. Too soon.

"Maybe she doesn't like you. Lot of people don't like you, you ever think about that, huh, Harrington?" Robin disses and the smirk on Steve's mouth fades.

"Well. You like me," he counters.

Robin shrugs, turning back to look at you once more. You're patting the dude's shoulder and ugly, ugly envy trickles down her chest.

"Anyway," Steve hisses, "She made a face 'cause she wanted it to be just the two of you. Take a fucking hint."

Robin doesn't have time to respond, because the blond man has already left and you're now making a beeline right to her.

"Hey Robin, Steve," you say, still smiling cheerfully. Much like the radiant sun, your presence warms her skin. Robin can feel her body start to tingle like it has been doing lately, every time you are in her vicinity.

"So... I just wanted to ask if we're on for tonight still?" you ask, looking in between them both and Steve turns to Robin, waiting for her to answer.

Robin's lips seem to be sealed shut and Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah w—"

"A-about that," Robin shuts him off loudly, suddenly finding her voice, and you blink back, surprised. "Sorry— er, Steve's not going to be able to make it actually," she continues, lowering her voice and wringing her hands.

"I'm not?" Steve asks just as you say, "He's not?" and you look between the two of them again, clearly confused.

Robin and Steve exchange quick glances. He sighs, something passing over his features.

"I'm not, yeah— I've got this... thing—" Robin shoots him a look, "I've got to babysit my kid's sister— er I mean my sister's kid. So I won't be able to come, sorry."

You look between the two of them, before shaking your head slowly.

"Um, sure okay," you say pressing your lips into a thin line and then turn to Robin. "I'll see you at my place at eight then?"

Robin nods, smiling in a way that she hopes isn't creepy but the look on your face says otherwise. You nod then, excusing yourself from the two of them.

Only once you leave does Robin realise that she'd been holding her breath all this while and lets go, sagging against the shelf.

"My kid's sister, Steve?" she asks wearily.

Her best friend makes a face at her. "So I fumbled. Big deal. I was just taken aback. A little heads up would be nice next time," he replies defensively.

Robin drags her hands down her face in exasperation.

Maybe they really are fated to be alone forever.

"But— you don't even have a sister!"

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It is entirely plausible that Robin's a little too obsessed with you for her own good. She spends half an hour solely on deciding what to wear, settling on black jeans and a tank top in the end; fifteen minutes doing her hair only to get frustrated and let it down as is and then another ten minutes outside your door, scouting for the courage to ring the doorbell.

All the dilly-dallying proves to be worth it, however, because she's finally in your room, sitting on your bed as you stand beside it, hands on hips and deep in thought. You're wearing a cute crop top that says "Filthy Animal" over teeny jeans shorts, your lipstick a shade of red that she can't help but think would look lovely on her own skin.

Now, maybe, Robin is setting herself up to get a massive heartbreak when she (inevitably) finds out that you're not into her but that doesn't mean she's going to think rationally and pass up on the opportunity to hang out with you.

It simply isn't her style.

"I think this is closer to your style," you say, handing her a black dress with long bell sleeves. Robin does think it's pretty but she's never worn anything other than jeans and overalls before.

"You really think this'll fit me?" she asks.

"My sister's the same size as you, hon'. It's gunna fit."

Robin shrugs, rising to stand up from the bed.

"Wait!" you shout, gently shoving her shoulder to stop her from getting up.

"Not that you don't look absolutely beautiful without it," you say nonchalantly, reaching for a large box on your dressing table, "I really want to do your make-up."

Robin only absently agrees to the last part because her brain stopped listening the moment you called her absolutely beautiful. Beautiful. You called Robin beautiful.

Her brain barely catches up from it's derailing before you're whipping out foundation and brushes and Robin has to shake herself to the present.

"Whoa, whoa. I've never done this before," she says and a grin tugs at your lips that makes her insides warm.

"I'd pictured you saying that in a different setting, but we'll make do," you quip and Robin's brain just about shuts down. For the first time in ever, Robin can't think of words. Whatever the hell do you even mean? Did she hear you right?

"Okay. Why don't you lean back down so I can do your eye make up better?"

Robin's brain is having a hard time coping with everything that's happening. Her hands pushes her back onto your bed on their own accord, resting half her back and head on a pillow. She watches, with bated breath, as you climb onto the bed and crawl over her. You place your knees on either side of her, brushes in hand and lean over.

You're just barely hovering over her, not quite sitting, but Robin just about dies. You pick the eye-shadow with the brush and softly ask her to close her eyes.

Robin thinks she might combust.

Your warm breath fans her face as you gently dab the powder onto her eyelids, painting out the corners and the outer wing.

"What do you think about red?" you ask, voice lower than usual and Robin struggles to figure out what you're talking about.

"Like, the color?"

You chuckle. "Yeah, the color."

"I like it. It's the color of so many of my favorite things. Steve's car, a bag I bought in high-school, this old book I have from when I was a child. My mom's purse, the color of your lipstick and—" she bites her lip.

It was better when she didn't have words to say.

You continue to dab the eye-shadow on the other eye. Robin thinks this might be where you might call everything off, you might end your friendship with her.

"You like the color of my lipstick?"

Something faint blooms in Robin's chest. A wet tip presses against her eyelid— eye-liner.

"Yeah, it's— it's uh. It's a pretty shade." Looks good on you, Robin wants to add but the words die in her throat.

You brush her cheeks with what she assumes is the blush.

"Would you like me to apply it on you?"

That something fizzles and fades away in her chest.

"Sure," she agrees, heart folding in on itself tighter than she'd expected.

"All done," you say and Robin opens her eyes. You're still looming over her, lower lip tucked in between your teeth, as your eyes skim over her face.

She feels hot everywhere all of a sudden and hyper aware that you're leaning so close, hovering right above her stomach.

"Should I get changed, then?" she asks, when two minutes later you're still looking at her and have said nothing.

Her words seem to jolt you and you hop off of her, which immediately makes Robin feel cold all over.

"Oops, yeah. You can change in the bathroom," you say, pointing to the door opposite to you.

In the bathroom, she has to take a second to calm her racing heart. Having your crush sit on top of you like it's nothing... well, it's not nothing. And all those things you said about her being pretty and the double entendre— did you do that with all your female friends?

Robin knows she's going to get hurt. That somethings are simply too good to be true and her good might downright be unachievable. And yet, she tries the dress and it slips on like a glove. It is an almost perfect fit, the sleeves flowing down her long arms nicely, the hem falling down to her mid thighs.

You've given her almost silver, glittery eye-shadow and a lipstick that isn't the red you had been talking about. She looks almost like her natural self, save for the glittery eye-lids and flowy dress. But it isn't too uncomfortable, she thinks she might even look good. Checking herself out in the mirror one last time, she takes a deep breath and steps out.

"Tada!" she says nervously, drawing your attention since you have your back to her.

Robin thinks she imagines it but your jaw almost drops.

She begins to fiddle with the hem of her sleeves.

"Thanks for not putting on too much of the make-up, I'm just not used to it haha. And the dress," she pats down her thighs, "it's almost perfect, I might have to come over and borrow more of your sister's clothes because, well, even though this is, perhaps, the opposite of my style— I do kind of like it and—" she stops when she sees a smile creep up your face.

"What?"

"You're adorable," you say, stepping closer.

Robin feels heat creep up her cheeks. She rubs her neck nervously.

"Thanks."

"And shit," you say, stepping closer, until you're inches from her face. Your gaze definitely dips to her lips and back up, something dark flickering in your eyes.

Robin forgets how to breathe.

"You look so incredibly hot in this outfit," you say casually and all blood rushes to Robin's face. You're standing so close, gaze fixated on her face, skimming over her features like you can't get enough to look.

For the millionth time that night, Robin finds herself at a loss for words. It's like her tongue ties itself in your presence.

"You always look hot." You're whispering now.

"Robin Buckley—" you begin, stepping impossibly close, breath hot on her face. Heat flashes through her, tendrils of a tigngling sensation snaking all across her body.

"— You drive me insane."

All thoughts evaporate from Robin's head, leaving a bubbling mass of one surviving question.

"You... like me? Like that?" she says, before she can stop herself but she's stunned by your words to care.

You chuckle, that pretty laugh that stings Robin's heart in all the right places. You step closer and your hand finds it's way to her waist. Her breath hitches in her throat.

"Are you really that oblivious?"

And then, you're tilting your face and kissing her, a gentle brush at first that makes the ground slip from beneath her feet. The mere contact of your cheery red lips sends her head spinning. Your hands card through her hair then, cupping her jaw and pulling her further in this time.

The kiss presses deep into her body, lips moving against hers with fervour once she overcomes the initial shock. It's nothing like she's ever experienced — a hot want travels through her being when you push your bodies closer.

When you have to inevitably come up for air, the first thing Robin notices is that your lipstick is smudged all over your face.

It's the most incredible thing she has ever seen.

You pull her in again, biting your lip devilishly and looking up at her with half-lidded eyes that make her chest do flips.

"My lipstick looks so much better on you."

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley smut #robin buckley fluff #stranger things x you #robin buckley hc #robin buckley fic #mywriting*#mywriting

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munsonshire · 7 months

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Sleeping with Robin Buckley

Pairing: Robin Buclkey x f!reader (she's a lesbian) Warnings: None, just fluff Masterlist

- The first time she'd be so so so nervous because she doesn't wanna mess up

- So she starts rambling about random things

- "Sorry, Y/n, I'm rambling, imma shut up now"

- " no Robin, it's okay, I'm listening"

- Leaving her blushing like crazy

- There are two sides of Robin when she goes to sleep

- Either she wants to sleep but she can't and will stay up till 5 am without having slept

- Or she's so damn tired that she just gets into her pjs, lays down, and is out in a min

- Likes to be the big spoon so that she has access to your neck

- She loves to put her hands on your waist and pull you closer

- Sometimes she likes to give you surprise kiss attacks, so she uses her advantage to be near your neck to do that

- During this you can hear her giggles

- Likes to whisper things to your ear to make you nervous

- But they backfire because she's the one that gets nervous

- Doesn't move a lot when sleeping

- She has horrible bed hair and would ask you to try to fix it because she's already tried and each time he messes it up even more

- Loves sleepovers with you and the party, she'd invite people she's comfortable with, that includes: Steve, Dustin, Erica, Nancy and Max

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lovings4turn · 9 months

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thinking about robin with a baker!gf . . . robin definitely has a sweet tooth, and she loves hanging around the bakery whilst you work, nibbling at a cupcake as an excuse to be there for so long (not that she ever needs a reason). she’s more than happy to taste test any and all of your creations - her only fee is being allowed to lick the spoon when you’re done. she also loves giving you cheesy baking themed pet names (she’s only half kidding) and the party constantly roll their eyes as she calls you cupcake, honeybun, sugar, and - when she was feeling particularly dramatic one winter - her cinnamon roll. robin just loves her baker!gf so much :(

#this is so self indulgent but shh!#.° ༘🗝️⋆₊ becca’s drabbles #robin buckley hc #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley x reader

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inkluvs · 9 months

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just you

ok i wrote this for my 0.5k celebration on my old blog i think? also 90 percent sure that @on-my-contrarian-sh1t requested it and @maddipoof betaed it originally <3

robin buckley x fem!reader

masterlist // taglist

Robin had a slight twinkle in her eye, the streaks of white in her iris catching the light like the clouds would in the late-morning sky. Her fingers were laced together with yours, her thumb rubbing at your knuckle almost subconsciously as her gaze searched the room for something worth focussing on. She ended up fixating on you like she always did, studying the slope of your cheeks and the way your lips twisted into a smile when you noticed her looking at you.

“What’re you thinking about hon?” She’d had the sudden urge to fill the silence between the two of you and it was almost like you’d read her mind, asking her before she could overthink it and shy away from the question. Robin smiled and you would swear up and down that the way her lips curved up and the way that her eyes crinkled in the corners could light up cities.

“Just you.” she whispered as if your mere presence made her breathless. If you were to ask she’d confirm it, pressing her lips to every inch of your skin, to every freckle and curve of your body she could reach as if she was trying to memorize every part of you while whispering everything she loved about you.

Robin had always had an almost irrational fear that everything would go wrong, and you’d always assumed that was why every time she touched you she smoothed her thumb over the skin of your palm like it was the last time she would be able to. You didn’t really mind it, reciprocating the affection so much so that her cheeks would be pink and her lips twisted into a smile, but you did take it upon yourself to remind her every so often that she wouldn’t lose you.

In a way, gift-giving was a way to do exactly that, every so often you’d see something that reminded you of Robin and you’d give it to her the next time you saw her, whether it be a flower or a pin or something of the sort. So you dug your hand in your pocket, praying you’d remembered to bring it with you before pulling out a small pin that seemed to glint in the light.

“what’s that?” she breathed, taking shallow breaths in and out as if she was trying to control her excitement. You handed it to her, and she looked at it for a moment, shock taking over her expression as realization hit her.

“How?” she asked. What she meant to say was how did you know she’d wanted that, but you seemed to get what she was saying regardless.

“You slowed down when you saw that in the store the other day,” you explained. You knew that she wanted it but she didn’t want to get it unless there was a special occasion for it. What you didn’t know was that despite the lack of reaction showing on her face, she was thinking about everything she could pin it to.

That was another thing about her that you’d noticed, the way she struggled to express any emotion, positive or negative. You’d chalked it up to past experiences, since you struggled with the same issue, but knowing that didn’t help but wonder whether your gesture was appreciated or not.

“Is it okay?” Robin looked almost offended that you'd ask that, offended that you'd think that you and anything you did for her was anything less than perfect.

“It’s more than okay, I love it.”

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lily-fics-11 · 2 months

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You are Robin Buckley’s Girlfriend Headcanons

- She makes a mixtape of songs that remind her of you so that she can listen to it when she misses you

- She carries a Polaroid camera around so that she can take candid pictures of you

- She doesn’t have long hair, but she always keep a scrunchie on her wrist in case you need one

- She keeps a list of all your favorite things: candy, book, movie, song, etc.

- She isn’t the craftiest, but she is sentimental, so she makes you a scrapbook for your anniversary

- She loves seeing you wear her clothes and loves wearing your clothes too

- When she can’t get a ride, she walks to your house. It’s doesn’t matter how far, she will walk if she has to

- She tends to listen to obscure music, but she learns the words to all your favorite songs so she can sing along with you

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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m.list - robin buckley

blurbs:

robin is too shy to ask you out

robin wears the crafts you make her

robin and steve take turns with you | 2

robin and steve steal your clothes

you and robin scare steve

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley scenario #robin buckley oneshot #robin buckley one-shot #robin buckley one shot #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley headcanon #robin buckley hc #robin buckley hcs #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fic #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley dialogue #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader fanfiction #robin buckley masterlist

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ssweetleaf · 10 months

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ik it sounds so unlike her but i need a ghostface robin to act silly and goofy while shes ruining me down there and holding a knife to my throat

woah, never knew i needed this 😻

SMUT under the cut

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Cool metal was pressed against your throat, the sharp blade glistening with every heave of your chest— any wrong move and your neck would be sliced open, and the hand that held the knife went down, down, down, to a woman with a mask halfway up her forehead and two fingers stuffed inside your cunt.

That woman was in fact your roommate— and with the countless deaths that had occurred around Hawkins, you knew entirely that it had been her.

So why were you dripping onto her hand? Why were you whining when the curl of her fingers slowed?

Why were you enjoying it?

“I always had a thing for you, baby—” she sighed, irises morphing into heart shapes and a love-sick smile twisted her lips. “made me so jealous when you’d bring people home- I’d hear you, honey, they just can’t satisfy you the way I can, isn’t that right?”

You didn’t answer— you couldn’t answer, fear pumping through your veins along with the satisfaction of being filled to the brim, an odd concoction that had your mind fogging and eyes rolling back.

“I said—” she cooed, a little too prettily, grin all wide and toothy, fist clenching even tighter around the knife and pressing it further against your throat, the tip even managing to catch your skin and slice you a little. “Isn’t. That. Right?”

You nodded for her, for you too, for her to go easy on you and for you to get out of this alive. Though is that what you really wanted?

“Good girl.” Robin’s pace fastened, curling the tips of her fingers against that spongy spot so deep inside, nearly causing you to drool, and her eyes flicked down to your throat, watching as a little trickle of blood slid down your skin and pooled in the junction of your neck.

She pouted, exaggerated and a little mocking, and she nuzzled her nose against your chin before pressing a fat, wet kiss to your cheek.

“Oh, baby, look what you made me do—” she clicked her tongue, pout still prominent, “silly girl, made me cut you.”

You cried out, the rope at the pit of your stomach tightening, tightening, tightening— so ready to snap, the need to cum overwhelming you, each of your senses on complete overload.

“M’sorry, honey— I’ll make it up to you, promise.” She smiled at you, “after all, we’re gonna be together forever. Robin and her pretty girl, hm?”

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byler-alarmist · 7 months

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If you've got any other headcanons, answer in the reblogs!

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worldfullofash · 9 months

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Robin Buckley would love your first language. She loves to hear your accent. She loves the way the words sound. And she loves staring at you while you speak.

We all know that she likes to learn languages. Imagine she learns a few phrases in your mother tongue as her way of flirting with you. She will practice for hours. Robin is obviously a nervous wreck when talking to pretty girls. But now she'll be less nervous because she's focusing on saying the words right! Even if she makes a few mistakes, it's the effort that counts. And if you flirt back? A rosy color spreads across her cheeks and she feels like the luckiest girl in the world

#imagine Steve having to listen to her rambling about you #stranger things #i love her #robin buckley #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley hc #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley blurb #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley fluff

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dadr0ckmusic · 2 years

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stranger things headcanons because i said so (fruity four + billy)

basically them in my dr

steve harrington

does restaurant challenges unironically. like he has to eat a big wet daddy burger in an hour just for a plaque on the wall and a pic with the owner smh

calls his car babygirl

modern au where he texts the girl he likes at 1:11, 2:22, etc just to get her hopes up

loves madonna. you can't tell me otherwise

he does yoga. and if you catch him he'll threaten your life

calls his house 'the love shack'

if you were just becoming friends with him he would listen to your music or do your hobbies with you just to make you happy

would totally rock out to stacy's mom

he gives off lactose intolerant vibes. i do not make the rules.

would definitely have playlists called "alt songs that make you drink monster" or "sad vibes" or "coronavirus got me like"

would've fucking KILLED on grindr

would love twilight. he's on team jacob

laughs at minion memes

robin buckley

the literal queen of your mom jokes

she would totally say "who up wonking they willy rn"

would work at spencer's

she had a ton of hamsters that died the most traumatic deaths when she was a kid and they're all buried in her backyard

loooves poop and fart jokes

she still sleeps with the same stuffed bear she had when she was little (and we are NOT judging)

says "oh my goodness gracious" at the funniest possible times

would literally FUCK at rainbow loom

her childhood room was purple and steve picks on her for it

cannot use chopsticks to save her life

one time steve made her mad so she literally WENT OFF THE GRID and he didn't see her for a whole week and he was freaking the fuck out

was a bug girl. worms? fuck yeah. roly polys? best buds. what the fuck is that thing? it has a terrarium now.

literally is the most caring person on the planet. she's always worrying about you and what you're feeling and what you're doing

only eats the marshmallows out of lucky charms

is scared of bees

billy hargrove

he bakes. he bakes cookies, cupcakes, you name it. if you ever catch him he's FORCING you to taste whatever he's making

an AVID reader. he's got books all over his room, stolen library books in the glove box of his car, and he's reading the hawkins post every morning no matter what

his mom taught him how to sew. lets say after a mishap with the whole 'different dimension' thing, you're bummed cause you got a hole in your favorite shirt. billy would be like "i can fix it for you" and you're like "what??" but he just gets mad and goes "just give me the fucking shirt" and then the next day he's bringing it to you good as new

hates cooked carrots

can fall asleep anywhere. couch, car, at a party, you name it. he will find a spot to fall asleep

he was actually very interested in supernatural stuff when he was younger. and then when max started telling him about everything billy was like "wait. i read this about... blah blah blah" and max is just so surprised

he can totally make a mean cocktail. you want a pina colada? whipped up in seconds. craving a margarita? he's got the salt ready. feeling like an old fashioned? liquor's already in front of him.

he never wears sunscreen. not a single spf anywhere on his body.

calls girls broads and you can NOT tell me otherwise

totally thinks metallica was at its best in their thrash era. sorry bud i'd hate to break it to you

hates the fourth of july cause of y'know.

i feel like he would totally get into dog rescue after he leaves hawkins.

would totally kick ass at mario kart. like he's THE BEST and he always chooses bowser

would totally bash you for your music taste if it was different than his. "what the hell is a beatle?" "mick jagger is not hot." "queen? aren't they gay?" "zeppelin? who taught you that?"

a literal GOD at making mac n' cheese

nancy wheeler

so so so stubborn it's actually annoying.

call her 'einstein' and you're six feet under the floorboards

the tom cruise poster in her room has stared her in the face ever since robin commented on it

nancy's actually amazing at rollerskating. like even mike was surprised because when did she get good at that?

she has nightmares about what happened to barb multiple times a week :(

please know that if you're really close to her she would kill someone for you. no hesitation.

she's super literal? like when someone asks a hypothetical question she's like "when would this happen? why w-" and then immediately get cut off

has a tonnn of notebooks/journals just filled with random stuff like doodles, school notes, reminders, and little ramblings

has plants named after each of her friends and when something's wrong with one of the plants, there's always something wrong with the friend.

is a feminist (slay)

she saves every birthday card given to her and keeps them in a box in her closet

she's a morning person. up and at 'em before 9 every morning and it pisses the gang off when they all sleep in the wheeler's basement. "nancyyyyy..... close the curtains i beg of you..." "it's such a beautiful day, don't you think?"

she's actually amazing at shoplifting.

eddie munson

is allergic to peanuts

when i tell you this man is spontaneous... think 100x more. he'll pull up to your house at 11pm and declare that he planned a road trip while sitting in detention earlier that day and that you're going with him. "eddie what are you doing here? it's so late." "we're going to ohio. we're gonna stop in columbus for like five minutes and drive back." "what the hell."

has cried to sweet child o' mine and will keep that fact to his grave

owns multiple pairs of boxers with superhero logos on them.

definitely has 10 in 1 shampoo that he uses for everything.

ate dirt as a child

if you ever smoke pot with him, just expect him to say the weirdest shit while he's doing whatever. "do you think steve is thinking about me right now?" "yoooooo...... uh.... yo..... um...... i forgot....." "i want to get a cat." "shut up eddie."

he's just,,,, so oblivious,,,,, to sarcasm, flirting, jokes, etc

has ADHD, no doubt about it.

just like billy, he'll bash you on your music taste no matter what. even if you like the same music as him. "that's your favorite tool song? god, you could do way better than that." "c'mon, you know that dio sang better than ozzy." "munson, you're lying straight through your teeth and you know it."

will make you friendship bracelets and you KNOW you're wearing them till you die.

modern au where you're facetiming him and he takes SO MANY facetime pics of you and sometimes makes them his lockscreen. he thinks he's THE SHIT for that.

he giggles. a total giggler.

he flicks dustin in the head all the time.

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