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‧₊˚✩ i adore you!
pairing: robin buckley x gn!reader
cw: mentions drinking, sexual tension? best friends to lovers kinda, also not proof read *thumbs up*
it was twenty minutes past midnight and here you were, in your classmate’s house along with dozens of other people you don’t know the names of, swaying your hips and nodding your head to some blondie song in front of this tall band nerd who you call your best friend. there were things you wished for, though, and being more than friends was one of them. and you want to impress her, show yourself off to her, in a way that’ll make you more attractive to her as she was to you. but if only you knew how in love with you she already was.
robin stands in front of you, a little tipsy, awkwardly dancing as she stares you like you’re the only girl in the room, watching the way your hair falls fluidly in front of your face in the prettiest way. you looked beautiful underneath the neon lights and fake, plastic disco ball hanging from the cracked ceiling. she’s gripping the solo cup in her hand a little tighter as each second passed and her lips are parted slightly, fighting the urge to step closer into your personal space. the way robin looked at this very moment made you slow your movements, only stare back at her and you can’t help but sigh, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, before letting out a little laugh that robin wish she could’ve heard over the blasting music.
“what?” you successfully read robin’s lips as she slowly stops dancing with a smile.
“i adore you,” you tell her, knowing very well she couldn’t hear you.
and it’s cute; the way robin shakes her head, her short hair messing up only slightly as she goes on to repeat what she had said before, “what?”
you laugh again, taking the cup from robin’s hand and proceeding to drink what’s left in her cup before giving it back. and god, you’re beautiful. she wants to tell you. she wants to tell you all about it; the way your eyes twinkle when you look up at her, the way you lips curve, and how soft they looked. everything about you. endearing. she wants to ramble all of those things in your ear until you get tired of it, which you never will, but how could she? with this music blaring so loud in her ear drums? when she couldn’t even hear the delightful laugh fall from your lips? but you smile at her, and robin can’t help but melt internally as you bring your hand up to motion her closer. she raises her eyebrows and finally does it. she takes a step forward, right into your personal space before taking a deep deep breath, leaning downward and turning her head to the side a little bit to put bring her ear close. your eyes widen, realizing how close your body was to hers, almost touching and her side of her neck just by your nose. and you can smell the what’s left of the fading, lavender perfume she had put on. everything about her just left you speechless.
robin’s head starts spinning, reveling in the fact that you were so close. she could feel your soft, warm breath against the skin of her neck and she undoubtedly wants more; wants to pull you even closer, put her hands on you, have your skin touch hers. it drives her crazy just thinking about how much she wanted you. just when she thought her night couldn’t get any better, you wrap your arms around her neck, pulling her close, pressing your front against hers as your lips graze over the shell of her ear faintly causing her heart to flutter in the most euphoric way possible. and your voice. right in her ear. crystal clear. god, it was so hot. she was in seventh heaven.
“let’s get out of here, buckley. i wanna be alone with you.”
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The Queer Best Friends of Steve Harrington | Robin Buckley (ft. Steve Harrington) (pt. 1)
MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI
PART ONE | PART TWO (COMING SOON)
Relationship(s): Robin Buckley x gn!reader (romantic), Steve Harrington x gn!reader (platonic), Steve Harrington x Robin Buckley (platonic)
Summary: Whilst coming out to Steve, Robin reveals something equally shocking to the revelation of her sexuality.
Warnings: Coming out scene. (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 1.4k
(A/N: This has been an idea I’ve wanted to write for literal years. I found this as a semi-finished draft of my old plus-size-reader-insert blog from back in the day (by that I mean, a few years ago). I haven’t yet finished Stranger Things season 4 (I’m hoping to rewatch the show in its entirety soon, possibly after I’ve finished Yellowjackets), but I still really wanted to write this. Also, as a nonbinary person, I really want to write more gender neutral reader-inserts for Robin, so let me know if there’s anything you’d like for me to write. Also, ignore the fact that Steve uses gender neutral pronouns for you but fails to immediately comprehend Robin’s queerness.)
Cheating death was sure to bond two people, and that’s how you and Steve- a pair of reluctant babysitters- were able to put your differences aside and keep a group of misfit kids out of harm’s way. He didn’t care that hanging out with you meant he was no longer cool, and you didn’t mind that a few girls were insanely envious of you. If anything, it inflated your ego, even if they did whisper about you behind your back.
Over the summer, you saw Steve as much as possible. After all, you were too broke to go on vacation, you didn’t want to hitchhike around the country and you had no one else to hang out with. So, you decided just to hang out with your best friend as much as possible. And, what are friends for if not for allowing their friends to abuse their friends and family discount at their place of work? After all, he abused your 7/11 discount over the past year, so of course you abused his Scoops Ahoy discount. Every. Single. Shift. Hell, you only ever really showed any interest in his work when you were asking when his next shift was. Then you’d make sure to go and pay him a visit, like the good friend you were.
You were often so busy talking to Steve at the campy ice cream parlour that you didn’t notice the curious, gazing eyes of the beautiful girl behind the counter. You remembered Robin from many of your shared classes. You exchanged the occasional comment in class, earning quiet laughs from one another. Little did you know, she’d found her gaze wandering to you long before she started working with your best friend. In fact, other than the fact that she was in the school marching band, you knew very little about her.
That was until the end of the second week of summer, when Steve was in the back room of Scoops Ahoy.
“Hey, Robin,” you greeted casually, as though you were good friends rather than just barely acquaintances.
“Oh...um...hey, Y/N,” she greeted awkwardly, straightening herself into a nonchalant-looking pose rather than her bored, hunched-over position at the counter. “H-how’s it going?”
“Eh. Could be better, could be worse, y’know?” you shrugged. “What about you?”
“Um... I’m fine, I guess. Well, as fine as you can be when you leave the house dressed like this,” Robin answered with a small gesture to her outfit, earning a laugh and smile from you that made butterflies flutter in her stomach.
“Your uniform looks better on you than Steve’s looks on him,” you shrugged, the compliment heating up Robin’s cheeks. “To think he was once the king of Hawkins High.”
Robin smiled a little and chuckled.
“Speaking of the king of Hawkins High, do you want me to get his highness from the backroom?” she asked.
Luckily for her, you hadn’t noticed the way she was staring at you, because you had been too busy flicking through and counting dollar bills in your wallet.
You glanced up at her and flashed her a smile.
“Yeah, thanks.”
After that day, you spoke to Robin a lot more often. In fact, you asked her if she wanted to go to your house and watch the copy of A Nightmare on Elm Street that you’d finally been able to rent. Following that, you hung out with one another far more often, be it at the movie theatre, somewhere else in the mall or at one another’s houses. Steve was definitely a little jealous that his best friend was being stolen, something that you and Robin most definitely noticed and most definitely teased him for.
It was shaping up to be a normal summer, but that’s just not what you get in Hawkins. At least after you’ve been roped into the town’s self-appointed team of defenders.
Of course, it wasn’t long before you were in charge of a very drugged-up Steve and Robin, as well as Robin and Erica. You clearly weren’t as good a babysitter as you’d thought when you lost the elder two of the four, who you would later discover were now sat in the bathroom.
Whilst you were rushing around the mall like a frantic parent in search of their children, they were having a surprisingly emotional conversation.
“Do you remember what I said about you and Y/N always being so close? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?” Robin asked.
“Yeah,” Steve nodded, curious to see where this was going.
“It isn’t because I had a crush on you,” Robin confessed and bit her lip gently. “It’s because... they don’t stop laughing at the stuff you say. They look at you like you’re the greatest guy in the world.”
“Huh? Y/N?” he said.
Robin chuckled lowly.
“Yeah. Y/N.” She paused. “I want them to laugh at the things I said and I want them to look at me as much as they look as you... but they’re always with you, laughing at the stupid things you say and looking at you and your stupid hair. And, I don’t understand because you-you picked on them about everything since you were kids until you guys just suddenly became best friends. And, you’ve always been way stupider than them. And, you’re a douchebag. And-and you don’t even like them like I always did even though they were always the funniest and coolest person and...I’d just go home and just scream into my pillow.”
“But Y/N’s-” Steve responded, confused.
“Steve,” she said softly, tilting her head a little in mild frustration at the fact it hadn’t clicked in his mind quite yet.
“Yeah?” he asked, breathing out a confused laugh.
She looked at him, and then it hit him. His eyes widened a little, but he never looked disgusted, which she’d feared.
“Oh,” is all he could say.
“Oh,” she mimicked softly.
“Holy shit,” Steve breathed out, leaning back in disbelief.
“Yeah. Holy shit,” Robin repeated half-heartedly, also leaning back as she looked to the ceiling. She then looked down at her thighs, sighing a little at the silence they now found themselves in. Filled with nerves and slight relief, Robin looked up at Steve.
“Steve...” she said softly. “Did you OD over there?”
“No, I just, uh...” Steve said almost breathlessly. “Just thinking.”
“Okay,” Robin whispered, scratching her neck awkwardly.
“I mean, yeah,” Steve said. “Y/N’s cool and all, but...I mean, they’re a total dork.”
“So what?” Robin asked.
“They’re in the chess club and they watch Star Trek,” Steve answered.
“They have passions. It’s cute,” Robin defended.
“Look, they’re my best friend, but... if you ever wanna be more than that with them, I gotta be sure that you’re prepared to handle all of their nerdy...ness. Like, we saw the Karate Kid 7 times when it came out because ‘it was the coolest movie since Return of the Jedi’. We saw the Breakfast Club 10 times because ‘it’s, like, the best movie made since the Karate Kid’,” he said, imitating you with an unflattering voice.
“They don’t talk like that!” Robin laughed.
“That was a great impersonation,” Steve responded. “Oh, and when they’re listening to music, they try to sing the words and the instruments.”
“I think it’s cute!” Robin exclaimed in protest, laughing even harder when Steve started singing some Rush song you’d sung to yourself several times, whilst also vocalising the guitar, bass and drums in intervals, not unlike someone trying to do all the parts to Bohemian Rhapsody on their own. Steve laughed just as hard as Robin when she joined in, with the both of them knowing it solely from your renditions of it. Eventually, they were just both laughing with one another, making Robin feel accepted by her friend. When the laughter faded away, and they were both smiling.
“For what it’s worth...I think you should ask them out,” Steve told Robin. “They’ve spent so much time with me and they don’t seem interested, so they must be into girls. And, looking back on it I think they have a crush on Princess Leia.”
Robin chuckled and sighed. “I’m not... you. I can’t just go up to them and ask them out.”
“Well, luckily for you, you’ve got a totally awesome wingman.” Steve said.
Robin rolled her eyes.
“I’ll tell them when we’re not in dange-”
She was interrupted by the door slamming open, and you were standing in front of Dustin and Erica.
“Okay, I’m really mad at you guys right now, but I’ll be pissed at you when our asses aren’t on the line. Let’s go.”
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lavender haze
robin buckley x reader
even when the world seemed to be praying on your downfall, if you were together the world would disappear
staring at the ceiling with you
late nights together were sacred. they would never get old or boring with robin.
reading in silence. dancing to madonna at 2 am. cuddling and softly speaking. anything was good when you did it together.
even on the bad nights. when you called robin, asking for her to come over at 11:48 because the thoughts were too much. her sneaking in your window as to not wake up your parents. her holding your hand as you stared at the ceiling, not asking any questions.
the sound of your breathing and the wind outside the only noise in the room. tears falling down onto the pillow under your head.
even on bad nights, they could never be truly be bad with robin by your side.
oh, you dont ever say too much
nights with you could never be dull in robins eyes.
doing each others makeup in the dark of the room. playing uno, not caring how loud you are. counting each others freckles and eyelashes.
even on the nights that she cried to you about how isolating it was. when you went to hers with her after school. when you held her for hours as she cried herself to sleep. when she woke up at 1 am and stared at your peaceful face instead of going back to sleep.
the buzz of whatever was on the radio at this time of night. the moonlight peeking through the tree outside her window.
nights like this made her feel less alone.
and you don’t really read into my melancholia
even when one or both of you were in tears, afraid or tired of life, you never took it for face value.
you knew that it had nothing to do with the other.
and thats what made them so sacred.
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Dating the babysitter would include
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Steve Harrington x gn!reader
Jonathan Byers x gn!reader
Nancy Wheeler x gn!reader
Robin Buckley x gn!afab!reader
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Steve Harrington
long night drives in his car
having a lot of alone time in his house
having once a week a pool party with everyone of course without drinking
free ice cream for you or now every movie
being best friends with Robin
still being a little jealous of Nancy
babysitting the kids
you call Steve moma Steve, when you babysit again
he calls you papa Y/n
he´ll actually let you play with his hair but be careful, you´ll get a bunch of hair products all over your hands
he needing hour in the bath
he would be a dramaqueen
having double dates with Robin and Vicki or Robin and Nancy
Jonathan Byers
Joyce LOVES YOU
she already planned your weeding out
Jonathan gets embarrassed when his mom tells you about this stuff
he loves to take pictures from you
helping him as his brother went missing
protecting Will from his bullies whenever you and Jonathan pick him up from school
when Will has had a bad day you try to play DnD with him TRY
listening with Jonathan to his favourite music
he teasing you about your bad music taste, but listen to it nevertheless
Will came to you first when he came out to you
hating Mike for being a dickhead
comfortming him with Jonathan at the pizza shop
Nancy Wheeler
tutoring each other
babysitting her sister
Nancy thinks it´s adorable when you play with Holly
and you do this very often
so you became Hollys favourite
she would always ask Nancy when you come over again to steal you from her
hating Steve
but becoming half friends with him when you realised he had grown up
being jealous when Nancy and Steve are alone together
finding her badass witth a gun
her talking about you all the time
what annoys Mike
Robin Buckley
making fun of her old crush Tammy with Steve
Steve being your biggest shipper after he found out about you two
and he´s teasing you about it
coming everyday to scoops or family movie because of her
movie dates
Having the realationship as a secret 'cause 80s
Only Steve and Nancy knowing
Being bestfriend with Steve
Building a trio with him
At first you thought he and Robin been together
Helping Steve to get a girlfriend
Having to hear about every date and what went wrong
Being good friends with Eddie
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Mx. Forgettable
fruity four x gn!reader (platonic)
Snakes note: this isn’t as good as i planned but it’s the first story i wrote after my bad writers block, i’ll edit it later to make it a little longer and better!
summary:The fruity four being very trash friends and forgetting all about you all while trying to befriend a very sweet girl named Ariana.
warnings: poorly written :(, angst, the fruity four being terrible friends, cursing, envy, r makes rash choices while mad.
“Hey guys!” you waved as you took a seat at the table in the dinner all your friends were sitting at. “(Name)! i forgot you were coming i’m so sorry, we already ordered our drinks and stuff.” Nancy had replied , her eyebrows creased with guilt. “oh, it’s okay nance i’ll just go an order my food right now so it can come with all your guys food!” you smiled but it didn’t reach your eyes like normal, not like anyone noticed it though because as you got up to order your food your greeted with the sound of the bell from the dinner. “Ariana! hey we ordered your food and everything.” Steve had said with a great big smile on his face as he waved down the raven haired girl.
You frowned for a second and hurried off to order your food quickly so you can sit back down at the table, upon coming back you find that your seat had now been taken by Ariana. “um Ariana, that’s my seat.” you mumbled and stood there awkwardly. “Oh i’m sorry, i’ll move.” Ariana replied sweetly, god it actually sucked how much you disliked her because she was always so sweet to you.
“oh no Ariana it’s fine, (Name) can squeeze in with Eddie and robin.” Steve said and glanced your way. “um yeah! it’s fine Ariana.” you smiled and squeeze in with Eddie and robin. again the smile didn’t reach your eyes or show the slight dimple you had on your right cheek.
this happened more than once, where Nancy, Robin, Steve or even Eddie would forget about you because they were all to busy befriending Ariana. You get why, She was so sweet and really really pretty she also had a lot in common with everyone. She had all the traits you seemed to lack. she seemed to have the one thing you wished for more than anything. Your friends attention. She wasn’t the one who had to walk home when it rained because her car was getting fixed and had no one who would pick her up or had to order for herself because her friends forgot about her, no she didn’t have to do any of that and it angered you. how your friends could just simply forget about you even though they said they cared for you so much.
how could one just forget someone that they cared about so easily? were you just that forgettable? why is it that she was able to easily get the things you had to work so hard for? “(name)?” Eddie pulled you out of your trance as you realized the food had gotten here already. “huh? oh! the food it looks great.” you began eating your food quickly, not wanting to be near your so called friends anymore as they continued whatever it was they were talking about without you. “well look at the time, i’ve uh got to go i got work at 8am tomorrow.” finishing the last of your food you get up and look at your friends, who were to busy talking to realize you even got up and announced your departure.
Frowning at the lack of response you make your way out the dinner and to your car, tears were threatening to slip out as you closed your car door with a slam. your lips pouted and nose started to run from the sob stuck in your throat. God those idiots didn’t even notice you leave.
The drive home was horrible, you almost crashed because of your reckless driving and crying at the same time, once in the safety of your own house is when you let the blood curdling scream out, you threw your fist into your couch cushion and punch it a few times.
How could they just forget you?! how could your so called friends just let you leave without saying a goodbye or not giving you a ride because they ‘forgot’. Shit they forgot so many times you wondered if they had memory loss or something.
You spent the whole afternoon crying and by the time it hit 9pm you still seem to not stop the tears from slipping out. You stayed where you were on your couch, cursing at your friends for forgetting you so easily.
The phone ringing is what snapped you out of your sobbing state. reluctantly making your way to the phone on the kitchen wall you answer with a gruff. “hello?” to which you were met with eddie’s voice.
“hey- were you crying?” he asked curiously. “uhhh yeah, yeah i just got done watch a super sad movie.” you forced a chuckle out and patted yourself on the shoulder for coming up with a lie so quickly. “what is it did you need something Eddie?” you continue, trying to change the subject.
“well you seemed a little out of it today? you alright?” he questioned. You’ve got to be kidding? now he wants to care? he sure as he didn’t care when you had to walk you ass home in the rain when you had no ride back from work. “yes Eddie, i’m fine just a little tired from work is all.” you tried to hide the annoyance in your voice but to no use as he heard the annoyance. “are you sure? if you want i can come over to make you feel better.” he seemed genuine about it and you were kind of debating if you should let him come over.
“shit actually.” of course it was to good to be true. “me and Ariana where going to go to the movies right now.” Eddie frowned as he remembered his plans with his other friend. “tsk, no i’m okay eds enjoy the movie, i got to go.” your reply was harsh and more aggressive than intended but you didn’t care anymore. Ariana this or Ariana that, gosh it makes you so sick with how much they put her first now.
Not waiting for Eddie’s responses to your aggressiveness, You slam the phone back in place and flare your nose as you take a deep harsh breathe. The tears were coming back again and your body was shaking with anger as you drop down to the floor, legs to weak to hold you up any longer.
Covering your face with your hands you continue to scream and cry in your palms. “Why me? what did i do, why am i never enough for anyone to put me first! i keep trying and trying and i’m always so replaceable and forgettable!” your voice cracked from all the crying and screaming, you stayed there until you fell asleep on the cold hard floor, thinking what you did to be just so forgettable to everyone in your life.
The next day
Waking up with a groan as you stretch awake, back cracking from sleeping on such a hard surface and sore from the pressure. “fuck when did i fall asleep?” groaning as you get off the hard wooden floor, you make your way to you clock on the coffee table and gasp. “fuck i’m late for work!” you shout and run into your room to get changed for work, having to skip your morning showers you sigh. “fuck i can’t shower i’ll be even more late and my boss would kill me.” throwing on your working outfit you run out of your room and grab your shoes and socks.
Putting your socks on in a hurry, you grabbed your keys and open your door to see a very shocked Eddie and a very scared robin. “holy shit!” robin jumped from you opening the door out of nowhere. “Eddie? robin? what are you two doing here, actually no i need to get to work right now, i’m late.” pushing past the both of them you quickly make your way to your car and get in. “(Name)! wait it’ll only be a second.” Eddie rushed to your car side before you can close it. “i really can’t right now eds, i need to get to work like NOW.” your voice was stern and eddie’s grip on your door releases and his hands shoot up in a surrender pose.
“okay! okay! when you get off of work though i want to talk with you.” Eddie lowers his hands and gives you a serious look. one that made you freeze and think shit he’s going to talk about what happened yesterday. “yeah okay, after work got it. i really need to go now, bye.” you smiled at robin and waved to her as she waved back with a very confused look on her face.
starting the car after quickly putting on your shoes, you pull out of your driveway and speed of to work. “what was that all about?” robin asked Eddie as she watched you go over the speed limit just to get to work. “i don’t know, they have been acting weird recently though.” he answered and looked away from you car’s fading shadow.
After work
Getting yelled at by your boss was not how you’d like to start your morning, than again neither was having two of you friends that you’re mad at, at your front door. the rest of the day went by smoothly, a rude customer here and there but other than that not to bad, making you way home was what ruined your whole day.
pulling into your driveway you notice Steve’s car parked next to yours, what are they doing here? walking up to your front door you realized your front door was unlocked, remembering you gave steve a key for when he would drop dustin off at your house sometimes so you could babysit him.
walking into your home, you make your way to the living room, which had the tv playing and people could be heard talking. “steve? is that you?” you asked. “yes where in here (Name)!” steve answered back. we? uh oh. what are Nancy and steve doing here too? “steve, Nancy? what are you guys doing here?” confusion was laced in your voice and you frowned getting an ugly feeling in your stomach as it turned. “well Eddie noticed you acting a little off lately, so we all wanted to see if you’re okay?” Nancy said. your confusion was switched with irritation as the words came out of Nancy’s lips.
“oh, i’ve been acting strange? really? because for that past fucking week or two all of you have completely forgotten about me just to be friends with Ariana.” you didn’t  intentionally mean to sound so rude, but you didn’t feel bad about it, in fact you were glad for this sudden burst of confidence because now you can say what you’ve been waiting to say. “We have no-” you were quick to call out steve’s bullshit.
“oh bite me steve, you all have completely forgotten about me, like for starters steve forgot to get me from work even after i called him before and asked if he was okay with picking me up, to which he agreed to! so i had to walk that 30 minute walk in the rain, thanks for that by the way i missed three days of work because i caught a cold!” you glared at steve and then pointed to robin.
“and robin completely blew off our plans we made for weeks out of nowhere because Ariana wanted to go to star-court!” you’re now pointing at Eddie. “You ditched our weekly movie nights for Ariana too! and lastly Nancy, you completely forgot i was going out to eat with you guys yesterday but still ordered for Ariana even though she was later than me! you all have made me feel so god damn forgettable and it feels like you all replaced me with Ariana! do you know how it feels to have your friends repeatedly cancel plans or just all out forget about you and the plans you made!” by the end of your rant you had tears threatening to fall and you lowered your pointer finger because of how shaky your hands were.
Eddie and them all had shocked faces at your outburst, but soon that faded into guilt and regret. “(Name) we didn’t mean to make you feel like that, we didn’t know.” Nancy was the first to speak after your rant. “of fucking course you didn’t know! you guys barely even fucking noticed me to know or care about my feelings!” shouting was not something you liked doing, but right now it was all you could do, you wanted to be heard. you wanted your friends to see just how badly their treatment effected you.
“(Name)..i’m really sorry, i never wanted to hurt you like that i know i don’t know how you feel but i understand your anger, if you don’t want to talk or just want to stop being friends all together i’ll respect that.” Eddie said and stands up, looking at steve and robin waiting for them to also apologize. “i’m sorry for how i treated you in the dinner yesterday (Name), i shouldn’t have let her just take your seat like that, i’ve been a real shitty friend to you and i’ll never make that mistake again but if you want to stop being friends i respect that.” steve got up as well and lowered his head in guilt. “i’m really sorry (Name), i’ve been as shitty as harrington was back in junior year. i get if you don’t want to be friends anymore, i will respect your space and feelings.” robin had a pout on her face, her eyes seemed glossy and she seemed very genuine.
Still in your fit of anger you didn’t care about that at all. instead you pointed to the door and said. “leave, i don’t want to deal with this at all. i have work tomorrow, don’t call me or come to my house. i’ll go to you if i forgive you.” your said firmly, hands shaking from all the emotions you feel right at this moment, you asked them to leave for their own sake, if they stayed longer you know you’d say things you probably didn’t mean.
“okay, we’ll leave you alone (Name), we’re really sorry.” Nancy said, the others agreeing with her as they made their way to the front door, leaving one by one. As soon as they left your anger faded away and soon you were met with loneliness and sadness. your lips trembled as you took in deep breaths to try an calm down, but to no avail, out came a sob, and than another and another until it was just a looped repeat of broken sobs and unanswered pleas, but worst of all you were met with silence besides your sobs, reminding you just how lonely you were.
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Robin Buckley Dating Headcanons
gn or fem!readers (no male)
begs to do your make up and then fails horrendously because she can’t keep her hands still
forces you to watch foreign movies
will translate them for you the entire time if they’re in french, spanish or italian
calls you so many pet names like princess, mi amor, gorgeous (sometimes dumbass, dingus, idiot but with love)
asks you to lay on top of her sometimes because the pressure calms her down
loves being big spoon
but you will wake up with her as little spoon every single time even though she denies it
loves talking to you about movies or books or any theories she has
gets embarrassed when she has nightmares or panic attacks but never wants you to go away so she has your comfort
introduced you to steve right away so she could rub it in his face that she gets more girls than he does
strings you along to babysitting so she doesn’t have to deal with mama steve on her own
you guys def share music because she listens to all kinds of crap
her favorites are definitely max and will so she’ll always talk about them to you
gets insecure when she feels like she’s rambling sometimes so needs a bit of reassurance
she is protective asf over you
still can’t believe there’s someone else in hawkins like her even after dating for awhile
#robin buckley#robin buckley x female reader#robin buckley x gn!reader#stranger things#robin stranger things#stranger things 4#female reader#gn reader
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Robin Buckley
robin buckley x gn!reader (short)
prompt: Y/N lightly brushing Robin’s hair out of their eyes
( prompt from https://expiredmilkk.github.io/generator/?otp2=Y%2FN )
it was an incredibly slow and boring day for you and your girlfriend at family video. it was somewhere between 100°F to 104°F and anyone with half a brain would know better than to come outside of their house in this weather.
you and robin were working the dayshift in the comfort of the shop away from the scorching streets of hawkins, indiana. the two of you were standing, slouched over the countertop.
while robin was rambling about something dumb steve did when the two were in the palace arcade but you weren't paying attention to most of the things she was saying. you were more focused on her face. and how she looked when she talked about something she was passionate about. her hair; the way it fit her face perfectly. your eyes traveled lower to the countertop where her hands were, how they moved what seemed involuntary. her hands; rings covered the base of her fingers and knuckles. and her eyes they --
"that dumbass, i told him to go left, and just out of spite he decides to go right and that got him killed. serves him right that'll teach him to listen to me -- y/n?"
you were too deep in thought to realize the action you made before you made it. your hand was already in motion for you to lift your arm up higher towards her hair and push it back behind her ear. you let your hand linger there in silence before you said --
"y'know robbie you are really fucking pretty..."
her eyes slightly widened at the straightforward compliment that came from your mouth. in an attempt to cover rid her face of a terribly red blush, she ran her hand over her face, her attempt failing since you could see her ear peeking out from behind some loose hair strands.
"i'm sorry i was not paying attention to a word you were saying. i was too busy admiring you.
"i -- uh, i'm flattered.."
"what! you are. i'm lucky to have you as my girlfriend, rob."
"im glad i have you too, y/n"
#robin buckley#stranger things#robin x reader#robin buckley x reader#stranger things x reader#gay for robin buckley tbh#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley x gn!reader#uxorresim writes!
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hi hi! could u maybe do robin x gn!reader where they move in together to a small apartment and while unpacking the reader finds robin's old record player and they end up dancing? i hope that makes sense HDSJADH
i love ur writing vv much! thank uu <3
two left feet
A/N: yes!! i will RUN with any excuse to write slow dancing
Pairing: Robin Buckley x GN!Reader
Summary: Your new, shared apartment wouldn’t be the same without its first dance. 0.9k words.
Warnings: fluff, kissing, cursing, too many [pre] 80s music references
“How come you never mentioned you had one of these things?” you chirp with an armful of sleek white speaker wrapped up in thin black wire, connected to the port of a metallic record player. Robin cradles a flimsy cardboard box heavy with paperbacks, plopping it on the couch with a thud. “All this time sharing my shitty Walkman when we coulda been cranking this baby up to eleven—”
“Thought you knew,” she says, flicking her bangs out of her face with a sniffle, “you’ve seen my record collection. Why would anybody need that many albums if they never listened to any of ‘em?”
“Well, by that logic, why does anybody collect anything?”
“Fair point.” She squints and reach for your waist. But you sit criss-cross on the deep purple shag before she can catch you. Already rifling through her
“Let’s see, The Cars, Teena Marie—starting off strong, Buckley, what else you got?—Berlin? Meh. Heart? Gettin’ there”—thick-cased albums and extended plays stack up between teeny bopper pop singles, but the electro-funk-rock music just isn’t what you’re looking for. She sighs and sorts the records into their new shelf inside the cabinet, sliding down and flopping against the wood. Then you gasp—“This is the one.”
“What?” she says, crouching down with her chin on your shoulder, but you press the single to your chest and chuckle, fiddling with its sleeve and setting the delicate vinyl on the solid black turntable.
“You’ll see,” you hum, “or… you’ll hear.” The needle crackles through the old stereo, scraping along the smooth edge of the record, and you scoot closer to the player on your knees. You close your eyes when his voice sweeps through the speaker, rattling with low quality and age, but the symphony plays, too, and she smiles down at you.
You glance over your shoulder, and her hand is limp reaching for you, fingers curved to welcome your own, and clammy shuffling along your first carpeting. Shared carpeting. It’s tacky, sure, but pretty soon it’ll be vintage and fill your apartment with tender value. Though, home has always been priceless.
She holds you to her torso with a kiss to your forehead, sweat clinging to the neck of her loose, floral button up. Her hair gathers in a disheveled knot at the nape of her neck, and your fingertips brush over the damp skin where you draw her in.
And you hum to the words she sings along: “I’ve seen that road before. It always leads me here. Leads me to your door.” Only a breath away, she can taste the sweet strawberry balm left soft on your mouth, soothing because she’s a little chapped after a day of hard work.
She abandons crooning to be golden with her lips pressed to yours. To be glorious even if she’ll never be a household name. Revered in the palms of your hands even for a short time like running water. To settle into the shallow lines in your face only nestled into existence by joy. Even if you’ll dry her away, once, she remembers, she was there.
In attempt to christen the living room, she sways you. All the while pecking your lower lip with your head tilted back. All the while her hand curves along your spine. And try as she might to be suave, her floundering is not subtle. Not to you, at least.
“Shit, shit,” Robin huffs, pulling away when you laugh and your shoe slips off. She stumbles into you, and you catch her. “Sorry. Dancing’s not exactly my thing.”
“We don’t need to dance,” you say with a shrug, arms tightly folded into the back of her shirt when she grins and leans down. To catch you once more on her lips, if only for a single fleeting moment she’ll get to be drunk. Contact high when you sweep your thumb between her shoulder blades.
Between each kiss flirted against your mouth, she rasps out, voice vicious with honey and staggering prose: “Anyway you’ll never know the many times I’ve tried. And still they lead me back.”
“I’m crazy about you, Buckley,” you whisper against her neck as she swallows thickly. You twirl a fallen strand of hair back behind her ear, kissing the butterfly studs you bought her for your first-kiss-anniversary. You told her butterfly kisses count, advocating for kiss equality while refusing to even kiss her cheek without an admission. She folded at noon and clobbered you with a sloppy make out session in your rattletrap car.
“Not crazier than I am,” she teases, pinching your side. You smile and shake your head.
“There’s just no winning with you, is there?”
“I’m very competitive when it comes to the things I’m passionate about,” she says, “and oh, baby, am I passionate about you—”
“Geez, what’d you take a class in corny or somethin’?”
“Pssh, you love it,” she says, nipping at your jaw as your fingertips curl into her biceps and you chuckle.
“I know,” you sigh. And you go back to resting into the contours of her body.
“Don’t keep me waiting here,” she sings, eyes closed because feeling you is enough in the fragility of the world’s state. It’s enough to be held and loved and warm in your own home, swaying with her, daydreaming while you both smell of sweetish musk and peach soap. A vamp is enough to carry a song, but if she sang every one, they’d be just as good acapella. No need for gaudy theatrics, no satin curtains or flashy lights. Just the way she blinks her doe eyes and coos—“Lead me to your door.”
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#robin buckley fic#robin buckley fluff#robin buckley x gn!reader#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley x reader#robin buckley x you#robin buckley#stranger things#x reader#stranger things x y/n#stranger things x reader#x gn!reader#x gn reader#*#fluff#maya hawke#maya hawke x reader
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healing
billy hargrove x gn!reader
word count: 5,445
warnings: swearing, smoking, mentions of past trauma (starcourt), slight sexual innuendos??
a/n: hi! remember when i made you do a poll for my 1k celebration? and one bed with billy won? well this is that fic! i'm sorry it took so long to get here, but school was kicking the ever loving shit out of me. anyways, i really hope you like it. it's a little different than other fics i've written, but i think that's a good thing. just for context, this is post the end of season three, with billy and hopper being okay and jopper being in full swing. i think that's all i wanted to say. thanks again for 1k followers. that's still so wild to me. i love you. and billy loves you too <333
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November 1985
“No.”
“What do you mean no? You just fought an interdimensional being, don’t you want a vacation?”
Lucas wipes both hands down his face, flopping down on the arm of the couch beside where Max sits with El between her knees, tying off one of the two braids she’s trying to make.
“Max, can you help me? Please?” Lucas has been arguing about this for fifteen minutes.
She rolls her eyes, but looks up from her work nonetheless. “Billy.”
The man in question crosses his arms, locking eyes with the redhead. “Maxine.”
Max finishes Eleven’s braid and she hops up to join Will where he’s working on a puzzle. Joyce brought it home from work a few days ago, and it’s been spread out on a card table in the corner of the living room since then. Will couldn’t watch The Golden Girls with Joyce from the kitchen table.
“Just come with us, Billy. We all know you hate it here. It’ll give you a chance to get away for a little while.”
Except that’s not totally the truth. He doesn’t hate it here. Not with you around.
“There’s a pool.” Will looks up, a little shyly, from the puzzle, fingers flipping around a single piece. “At the place Robin found.”
Billy nods, and it’s enough to make Will smile at the acknowledgment.
It’d been Steve’s idea, after everything that happened in July. He thought everyone going on a trip together might be a good idea. Go a little ways out from home, calm down.
You and Billy started going to school, though Billy is still working. He found a job at a record store across the street from Melvald’s that opened after the mall went to shit. It definitely wasn’t his first choice, but it works. And he’s slowly fixing up the Camaro.
Steve had offered to pay for the repairs in full, considering he did most of the damage when he rammed the side of it, but Billy couldn’t handle that. So far Max has only convinced him to let Steve cover the really expensive parts. It hurts Billy more than he’d care to admit—having Steve Harrington give him money.
But he can’t lie, going somewhere away from Hawkins, even just for a couple days, sounds really nice. It’s the group part that’s bothering him. He’s still not used to everyone wanting him to tag along, but apparently major trauma brings people together.
There’s the slamming of car doors, and footsteps running up the driveway before the door swings open, Robin bursting in with a stack of movies in her arms. She’s followed by Dustin and then Steve, bags and keys being tossed every which way.
Billy doesn’t see you for a moment and starts to worry maybe you aren’t coming. He’s already supplying excuses for having to go home, but Steve left the door ajar, and after a moment, there you are.
You look sleepy, footsteps the quietest of everyone else as you carefully push the Byers’ door shut behind you. He watches as you accept a hug from Eleven, overhears her ask, “how did your test go?”
He’s happy to hear you tell her it went well. It’s only after you’ve looked at her and Will’s puzzle and snapped a few more corner pieces in that you make a beeline for the open spot on the couch beside Billy.
When you’ve settled, your knee bumps against his. “Hey.”
He looks at you, a little grin playing at the corners of his mouth. His arms are still crossed, thumb playing with the pendant resting on his chest. A chest surprisingly covered by a sweater, though the sleeves are pushed up.
“Hey. Glad your test is over?”
That sound of his voice makes you smile, and he’s never been so grateful for something, even if it’s just an expression. “Yeah.”
You glance down at the new tattoo on his arm, a dark colored snake wrapping around the skin covering his elbow. You run your thumb across the tail that flicks across his forearm, and Billy relaxes into your touch.
“You have work today?”
Billy shakes his head. You’re glad he had the day off. And you’d tell him so if it weren’t for the sudden bombardment.
Lucas is suddenly standing in front of you, having returned from the kitchen where you think he and Dustin may have been cleaning out Joyce’s fridge.
“Holy shit, thank god you’re here. I need you to convince Billy to go on vacation.”
You glance at Max, assuming she’s already tried. She looks rather annoyed. “Lucas, would you sit down?”
The boy looks at Max, and she glares at him. Clearly he knows better and sits down next to her.
“Billy doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to do,” you finally say.
The man in question turns to face you. You have to lean your head back some because of how close he is.
“Are you going?” he asks, voice quiet and thick with something you don’t know that you’re supposed to notice.
“Y-yeah. I was gonna. Robin only went on about it to me for an hour over the phone last night. I just think it might be nice to get away for a little while.” Billy doesn’t break eye contact with you, and while it makes you a little nervous, it tells you he’s listening.
“And I can watch Max for you if you really don’t want to go. Just make sure she doesn’t kill Lucas or anything.” Max snorts at your response, though Lucas looks at her in panic, already calculating how best to prevent that sort of situation.
Your gaze softens and you fight the urge to reach out and run your thumb across Billy’s cheek.
Please come with us. I want you to go. I want you there, you think. But it’s not what you say. You don’t know how badly he needs to hear it.
“You really don’t have to go, Billy. Not if you don’t want to.”
“But there is enough space, man.” Steve stands behind the couch, handing El a scrunchie he retrieved from her bag. His voice is calm, informative. “If you decide to go. There’s plenty of room, and we’d be happy if you did.”
Billy could make some smartass remark. But he won’t. He knows that Steve is being honest, and that he’s not trying to be a dick. It seems that witnessing the guy who beat the shit out of you almost die not even a year after he moved to town really brings you together.
Billy gives an acknowledging nod. “I’d be very happy if you did,” Eleven says. She loves having Jonathan as an older brother, really she does, but Billy lets her play with his hair. And in her books, that really ups the scale.
He smiles at her, and El considers that a win.
You notice him shift next to you, and then he’s leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “Come with me?” He cocks his head in the direction of the door.
He gets up, assuming you’ll follow him. You always do.
When you’ve shut the door, you move to the porch swing. It’s your favorite spot out here, and Joyce says it makes her happy to see someone use it. She used to sit there with Will in the mornings after Jonathan left for school and read to him. She did the same with Jonathan, but he was a much more fidgety kid, wanting to find something else to do.
Billy lights a cigarette, and you watch where he fidgets with the ring on his middle finger.
He’s standing a little ways away from you so as to not breathe the smoke directly in your vicinity, but you wish so badly that he was closer. You like having him close. The weight of his body next to you, the warmth, how solid his arm feels when it’s pressed to yours or when he slides down on the couch some and it's more so pressed to your side.
“Which part of it are you worried about?” you ask him.
He shrugs. “You really think they want me there? You think Max wants me around?”
“Billy, I know she does. And I know that voice in your head is telling you that it’s a pity invite, but it’s not. And, besides…” you trail off, but he’s not having that. He needs you to reassure him.
“Besides what?”
You look up at him. “I want you to go. And yeah, I’ll be sad if you don’t go, but that shouldn’t sway your decision either.” You push your feet against the concrete porch a little harder, and the swing responds to the movement. You move quicker, now feeling very pleased with yourself.
Billy almost laughs at the child-like look on your face, but you look so at home on the swing that he holds it in. A grin escapes nonetheless.
“Say that again.” He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray either Hopper or Joyce have left outside. He’s watching you again.
“What?” He’s not gonna let you go all shy on him now. He needed to hear that. He needs to hear it.
“You know what.”
“I want you to go.”
“Then it’s settled. Need to get out of this shithole anyways.”
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The place Steve found is about two hours from Hawkins, with three bedrooms, a shockingly luxurious pull-out couch, and bigger common areas than you’ve ever laid eyes on. Excluding the ones in Steve’s house. In short, the rental is like Hopper’s cabin, if Hopper’s cabin were updated and substantially larger. It feels like the kind of place rich people have to take weekend trips. You’d rather not find out how much Steve is paying for the lot of you to stay there.
Robin takes you on a grand tour while everyone else explores the backyard. Dustin is already determined to climb a tree. One of the rooms has two sets of bunk beds, dedicated to the four boys. “To ensure no cootie-spreading,” Robin proclaims.
She and Steve will share the couch, with Max and Eleven in the smaller bedroom.
Robin stops at the end of the hallway. “Which leaves…”
You and Billy.
You and Billy Hargrove.
Sharing a room.
Sharing a bed.
Speaking of, the man in question brushes past you, setting his bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. Robin takes that as her queue to leave and gives you a thumbs up on the way out. You hope she can feel your death stare on the back of her head, and she knows it, being quick to run down the hall.
“So we’re roomies, huh?” Billy says, gathering his hair at the base of his neck. You hadn’t even realized he had a tie on him, and it takes him finishing off a lazy bun to realize it’s a blue scrunchie. You have to bite your lip to keep from saying anything.
“I can sleep with Max and El, if you want. Or–”
That crease between Billy’s brows forms. “Why would you do that?”
You’ve gone all warm. You’d have to sleep in bed with him. And you sit next to him all the time, but this is different. Isn’t it?
Maybe it’s not so weird. You’re just friends. It’s like a sleepover, right?
“I don’t know, you might not want to sleep together or something.”
He cocks a brow, but you catch the double meaning of your words just in time. “You know what I mean, Billy.”
He sits on the end of the bed, and reaches out for you. You move towards him slowly, but the moment you’re within his grasp, Billy spreads his legs and grabs your waist, slotting your body between them.
“You can go if you really want to. If you think I’ve got cooties or somethin’ and you don’t wanna share a bed with me.”
You snort, and Billy drinks in the sound, knowing he’s the one that made you laugh.
“I don’t think you’ve got cooties.”
You realize in that moment that his hands haven’t left their spot on your waist, never straying anywhere else. The weight of them on you is enough to keep you focused on him, and he seems to acknowledge that.
“Then what is it?” he asks, in that low drawl you fear could get out any answer he wanted from you.
You hesitate, but say it anyway. “You don’t think it’ll be weird? Sleeping in the same bed?”
Billy fights the urge to rest his forehead against your stomach. He wants to tell you he’s wished you were in his bed on more than one occasion. Sometimes he just wishes you were there so it wouldn’t feel so cold, so he’d have someone to pull him out of his thoughts before they eat him alive altogether.
“No, I don’t think it’ll be weird.”
You nod your head, and try to move back from him.
Billy whines. “Uh uh. Nope.”
You go to put your hands on your hips, and they graze Billy’s on the way. He grabs hold of them. “You don’t want to have a sleepover with me?”
Billy’s looking up at you with those watery blue eyes, and you know this is a battle you’ll never win.
“Really?”
He lets out a breath of a laugh, and your eyes fall to his neck when he tosses his head back.
“Yeah, baby.”
Baby.
It feels like every cell in your body has been sent into overdrive, like you can’t compute a single coherent thought. All because Billy called you “baby”.
And if he’s being honest with himself, he feels the same way. He hadn’t meant to say it. It’s just that he calls you “baby” in his head all the time, and it just…happened.
“I’d love to have a sleepover with you, Hargrove.”
“Mhm. Thought so.”
This time he lets the laugh out, and it’s a beautiful sound. The kind of sound you’d commit unspeakable acts to hear again. And this time, he does let his forehead drop to rest on your stomach. It surprises you, but you’re not mad about it.
“Oh, fuck off,” you say, and you can feel his chuckle against your skin.
When he quits, you find yourself just standing there, find your hands moving around his back. He’s always so warm. You rub your hands up and down his back, the denim of his jacket rough on your fingertips.
You feel him shift, feel his change in position, the hard press of his chin against you. Billy is looking up at you, and you know he’s hoping you’ll return his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, and you hate to think of what you must look like from this angle. Clearly he doesn’t mind.
You push a curl behind his ear, a shockingly perfect ringlet that’s too short to be contained like the rest of them.
Billy would be taken aback by the gesture if it weren’t for the fact that you always go this easy on him. Like you know he’s healing, in more ways than one.
“We can’t stay here forever, you know. I wanna go look around.”
“Yeah,” he laughs. “I’m sure it’s riveting.” He lets you go anyway, following you down the hall to the rest of the cabin.
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Your back rests on the base of an oversized chair, one that’s surprisingly comfy, your body in between Robin’s legs. She’s sitting next to Steve, watching you moderate El, Lucas, and Will play Twister. Dustin’s already out.
“Right hand blue.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Sinclair, have you never played this game before?”
Lucas scoffs, trying to reach the blue on the other side of the mat without toppling into Will. Max went with Billy to the store, but they should be back soon. You have a sick feeling they’re taking advantage of having been given Steve’s debit card.
“Yes, I’ve played the game before. If you’re so good, why don’t you get down here and show us how it’s done, Harrington?”
“Yeah, Harrington, why don’t you show us how flexible you are?” Billy’s voice makes you look up from where you’ve been mindlessly twisting the spinner on the board around with the tip of your finger.
He stands just inside the living room, holding the door open with his leg. He kicks it shut once Max has made it in. She heaves the paper bags she’d been holding up and onto the counter. Steve rises to help unpack them. You follow on instinct, handing the spinner to Robin instead, and Dustin is quick to take Steve’s spot before Mike can.
Billy won’t let you take anything from him, but he will let you help figure out what the hell to do with all of it. “Do I even want to know how much you both spent?” you ask.
He gives you that fucking smile, and you know you don’t. “Max said she wanted to have a spa night–whatever that means–with El, so we sort of split up. I’m sure Steve’ll live.”
“For your information, Lucas,” Steve continues, clearly not ready to let the quips towards his limberness go, “I was the captain of the swim team.”
“What’s that got to do with being flexible, dingus?” Robin directs the two remaining players, the young boy in question having just busted his ass.
“Swimming is an art form, Rob. You gotta learn to respect it.”
You choke on a laugh, and Billy is quick to rub your back while he chuckles into your shoulder.
“Something funny over there?” Steve questions.
You straighten, trying to wipe the smile from your face though it’s to no avail. “Nope, Steven. I’m sure you’re just incredibly stretchy. Like Mr. Fantastic.”
His brow furrows. “Mr. Fantastic?”
Dustin snorts, elbow deep in a bag of chips, and you quickly realize that you probably shouldn’t have given him an opening, but you don’t exactly regret it either.
The lot of you spend the rest of the night in this fashion, playing games, eating way too much food, taking turns smacking the top of the television so your movie will keep playing.
It feels like home. It feels safe. You wish it always felt this way.
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You’d just finished brushing your teeth when you hear the bedroom door click shut, hear footsteps you can tell are in search of you.
You peek your head out of the bathroom and Billy grins at the sight of you in pajamas, a smear of moisturizer on your forehead you’ve yet to rub in.
He squeezes in the small room, about the same size as his at home, to join you. There’s something about this moment, the domesticity of it, that makes your heart swell. It feels like something you could get used to, getting ready for bed with him. Neither of you have to say anything, you just do your own thing, but having him be there, having his presence–it’s more than enough for you.
When you climb into bed, you try and read for a while, the sounds of Billy washing his face comforting you. You find it easy to read even when he does get in with you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight, the sheets rustling as he moves around experimentally, trying to get comfortable in a bed that isn’t his own.
You feel odd though, reading when he’s right there, so it isn’t long before you close the book and slide further into the covers with him. Billy’s quick to turn on his side, wanting to see you like this.
He watches you yank the blankets up to your chin, looking at him over a blur of fluffy white comforter. “It’s fuckin’ freezin’ in here,” you tell him.
“C’mere then.”
You burrow further into your pillow, fearing you know exactly what he’s going to suggest. “Huh?”
“You’re cold. You always whine about me being warm or somethin’ and I’m telling you to come here.”
“Billy.”
“Stop.” He lifts the covers up some, untucking you from them, and he wraps his arm around your back, tugging you into his side.
Suddenly you’re pressed against him, having slid across the sheets easier than you’d have imagined.
He’s let go of you, his arm hovering over your back. “You want me to hold you or no?”
“Yeah.”
Billy lets his arm drop against your side, his fingers splaying out over your back. He rubs his hand up and down your spine, hoping it’ll warm you up. “This okay?”
“Yes.”
He nods. You’re looking at him like he’s something special.
Billy realizes, in that moment, that that’s how you’ve always looked at him. Even before.
He also realizes that your hands are tucked under your chin and your legs are curled up and into you like you’re afraid of making any contact with him.
“You can loosen up, you know. It’s just me.”
You let out a breath of a laugh, and he can feel it against the skin of his neck.
“It’s okay, I promise. You can touch me.” Billy has this feeling that you’re afraid of hurting him. He’s sure you’ve noticed that he’s wearing a shirt to bed, something he never did before. And he thinks that you’re worried he’ll break.
“You’re sure?”
“Wouldn’t have said so otherwise.”
He watches you unfold your hands and stretch your arm over him, hooking it around his hip. You want to rub up and down his side, but you’re nervous.
It’s just me.
“Do they hurt at all?”
Your thumb skates up a little further, and you don’t have to tell him what you mean.
“Not all the time,” he says, voice low and thick with drowsiness. “At first, yeah, like hell. Now it’s just sometimes. They can feel a little tight, or just bug me. Depends, I guess.”
You nod, feeling brave enough now to slide your hand up a little further. Your touch is light, barely there. You close your eyes, trying not to think about when it happened. How he’d screamed.
He can tell when you’ve calmed down some, because your arm relaxes and you hug him a little more firmly. You scoot in a little closer, close enough that your noses would touch if you tried to make them.
“Goodnight, Billy.”
He makes the move, dragging the tip of his nose across your forehead. He kisses the top of your head, and you grin so wide you feel like a kid in a candy shop.
“Goodnight, baby.”
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When you wake up, you almost don’t want to disturb him, but you know you should get out of bed.
Billy is sprawled out on his stomach, having separated from you at some point during the night. His tank top is rucked up from the tossing and turning of sleep, and you look away when you catch a glimpse of pink skin. It doesn’t feel like your place to look.
You wander out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind you. You make it down the hall, and find that Robin seems to be the only other one awake. You should’ve guessed. She told you once before that her body doesn’t seem to let her sleep in.
Steve is still passed out on the pull-out couch, completely covered by the blankets. The only sign of him is a tuft of messy hair against the light colored pillow case his head rests on.
Robin waves at you from her perch at the kitchen counter, a bowl of cereal in front of her. “Want some?” she whispers, pushing the box in your direction.
You fill up your own bowl, having a feeling that Robin is about to ramble.
“Sleep okay?” she asks.
“Mhm. You?”
“Fine. Though, y’know, Steve is a horrific bed hog. Seriously, he was half on top of me the whole night. I might have to bunk with Max and El.”
You laugh, and Robin takes that as her queue to ask what she’s been pondering since she woke up.
“Was it okay? Sleeping with Billy? Well, not like that. Well, I’m assuming not like that, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I just meant like actually sleeping? Please stop me.”
You grin at her. “Please breathe, Rob.” She does, over exaggerating her inhales. “And it was fine.”
“Okay, good. I was kind of worried you’d be frustrated with my matchmaking tendencies. I just really want you two to be happy. And he seems so calm when he’s with you, and I realize I’ve just told you that I’ve been pushing you two together and I–”
You wipe milk from your chin, having almost spit out your cereal. “Robin, sweetheart, it’s okay, I promise. I know about your matchmaking tendencies. But I think we’re just friends, right?”
“Just friends, my ass.” You hadn’t even seen Steve get up, but he’s reaching for the fridge and pulling out a carton of chocolate milk. He really can’t say anything about Dustin’s eating habits when he has the exact same diet.
“Oh my god.”
“Listen, I’m just saying, there’s been something going on between you two since before the world went to shit. I don’t know why you two tiptoe around each other like it’s not obvious that you’re in love.”
“Steve!” you exclaim. “Seriously, what the hell? I’ve been up for like twenty minutes and you two are schooling me on my love life?”
“Or lack thereof,” Robin says.
“Okay, damn. You know what, I’m going back to bed.”
Steve pushes your bowl back towards you when you attempt to get up. “No, you’re not. I’m just saying, there’s no sense in avoiding this. You both clearly feel a lot for each other, and I don’t see any reason to avoid it when you could be together.”
He’s being vulnerable with you, his big brown eyes boring into yours and trying to convey how serious he’s being.
“Just think about it, okay? There’s no harm in talking about how you feel with him. And don’t say that you don’t feel anything, because that’s a goddamn lie.”
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Billy’s had his swim trunks on all day, but he hasn’t done more than sit in the shade by the pool while everyone else makes a mess and plays ridiculous games in the water.
It’s killing him to watch you in there from time to time, swimming around or sitting in the shallow end. You told him once that swimming calms you down.
It’s not until after dinner, when everyone has moved inside for the most part, though there seems to be the plotting of a water balloon fight out front, that he’s brave enough to head for the pool.
You follow him out there, see him contemplating the water.
“Whatcha doin’?”
Billy drops the cigarette he’d been smoking, snubbing it out. “Thought about going for a swim,” he tells you.
“That sounds nice.”
“Mhm.”
“I can go back inside, if you want.”
Billy turns to face you. “No. No, I want you to stay.” He wants you to see. He can’t explain why, but he does.
“Okay.”
He takes a shaky breath, hoping you don’t catch it. You do. You always do.
“I just…wasn’t ready for everyone to see.”
“I understand, Billy.”
You know what he’s really saying. He wasn’t ready for everyone to see. But he’s ready for you to see.
“I can get in first, if that helps. And I won’t look if you don’t want me to,” you say.
“That helps, yeah. And you can look. It’s okay.”
He watches you wade in, watches the way your swimsuit changes color as you tread water.
Billy takes another deep breath, and he’s pulling his shirt off. He’s quick though, diving straight into the deep end, knowing he needs to get it over with.
When he comes up, his hair is sticking to his forehead, and he flips it out of the way, giving you a glimpse of the broad pink scar on his chest.
He meets you halfway, and you think he’s in a serious mood until he’s splashing you like a child.
“You motherfucker!”
You get him back, and he’s laughing.
Billy is laughing and he looks so pretty in the last of the day’s sunlight, beads of water sliding over his collarbones and down his arms, and you feel like you could die. Like seeing him this way is enough. You don’t need anything else.
You try to return a particularly aggressive splash, but he catches your waist, pulling you up and over his shoulder.
“Billy!”
“What?” His voice is teasing. He tosses the rest of the way over, your laughter fading out into the water.
You come up, a brilliant smile on his face. Billy’s sure if you stood close enough you’d be able to hear his heart beating.
When you’ve both gone quiet, your eyes drop to the scars on his sides, the way they stretch across his skin, mean and twisting. Some spots are darker than others, and while it hurts you to look at them, you know it must hurt him even more. But he looks just as beautiful as before, if not increasingly so.
“See something you like?” Billy says it on instinct. To hide the fact that he’s worried you don’t really like it. That maybe you think he’s gross looking. But he knows that’s all in his head. He fucking knows it.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Billy Hargrove.”
You say it with such surety, such admiration, that he can’t even begin to doubt that you mean it.
He smiles at you. It’s boyish. You’d do anything to see a million more of them.
He moves towards you, the sky having darkened enough that the outside lights have come on, the lights in the pool too. All that remains of the sun is a slash of deep orange, though the night quickly pushes it away.
Billy’s got you backed up against the wall of the pool now. His hands find your sides.
It’s overwhelming, having him this close. You can feel his breath on your face, see the rise and fall of his chest, the freckles on his cheeks.
When he kisses you, you think your heart stops. His mouth is warm against yours, and he tastes a little like chlorine, but you don’t care. Your hands find his face, and you’re smiling so hard that he pulls away because he wants to see. You don’t let him for long though, pulling him back, wanting more. He laughs into your mouth, and your chest aches with this feeling.
Eventually you do let go, and when you hold his eye contact, he knows what you’re going to say. He needs to tell you first, though.
“I’m in love with you, you know.”
“I know,” you respond.
He tosses his head back in a laugh, and you press a sweet kiss to his throat.
“I’m in love with you too, Billy.”
“Damn right you are.”
You snort against his chest, lowering slightly to kiss his scar. His breath catches. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve you.
“About fucking time!” Steve’s shouting and Robin is yelling, and Max would be making barf sounds if she wasn’t so pleased with seeing her brother so happy.
“So much for that,” Billy says.
But you wouldn’t have it any other way.
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“I’m regretting this, Billy.”
“Stop whining.”
Billy wraps his arms tighter around your back, pressing a kiss to your jaw in hopes that you’ll let him keep doing this.
“Get off.”
“No.”
“Get off, please.”
“Make me.”
There’s the sound of a slap, your hand having met his ass.
He raises his head from where he’d buried it in your chest, looking at you drowsily. “You just spanked me.”
And you’d do it again.
“Didn’t work, did it?”
“No. Shut up and take it.”
By that he means continue letting him lay on top of you, his entire body pressed to yours. It doesn’t matter to him that there’s an entire bed, one that’s made for two people.
You settle for playing with his hair, something he seems to enjoy, and you’d mess with him about the fact that he’s essentially purring if it weren’t for him looking so content.
He might be heavy, but having Billy Hargrove sleep on top of you isn’t exactly something you just give up.
He’s never had this before.
Hell, you’ve never had this before.
And he thinks it’s healing him. More than the salve he puts on his scars, or the physical therapy, or fixing up the Camaro.
You’re healing him. You.
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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33
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LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK
(some of my favourite wlw fanfics)
late night confession - wanda maximoff by @lives-in-midgard
puppy love - robin buckley by @elliesmainhoe
glue - ellie williams by @whore-era
new in town - lydia martin by @heliads
make you mind this season - kate bishop by @hard-core-super-star
lady oswald - clara oswald by @lanawinterscigarettes
if I could fly - clara oswald by @wlw-imagines
I want you (bless my soul) - river song by @penguinwithitsarseonfire
trick or treat - maddy perez by @suzar
props to all these writers, should definitely check them out :3
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Steve : You know that can kill you right??
Y/N : *smoking* That's the point
Eddie : *doing drugs* We are trying to speed this up
Robin : *eating a raw cookie dough* Welcoming sweet death
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Eddie Munson
Steve Harrington
Rafe Cameron
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Multi-Fandom imagines / videos 💭 📺
Eddie watching his gf stim
Eddie said sit on it
Obx daddy issues
I watch Scream for the plot
Subby lil Eddie
Joe🤝Joe
Eddie and Steve? Nah, Ghost and Konig
Eddie in a ski mask
Cute stupid head Ed
I can take them both (not in a fight)
Steve’s predator stare
If Billy was in Queen of the Damned
We all wanna sit on Keerys lap
Daddy Steve vibes
Head? Head.
Hybrid puppy Ralph vibes
Joes an ass man
Billy loves Steve’s eye contact
Joe calls Dacre mommy
Cocky Keery
Let Quinn take you to a bad place too
Arthur can’t take the pressure
Arthur deserves a good ride
Sweaty Ed
Joseph’s BBC
Eddie and corrupted princess vibes
Eddie soundgasm
Rockstar Eddie’s f*ck song
Looks can be deceiving Mr. Keery
Oh yes Rio
Steve Harrington? No, Steve Gallagher
Dacres fine like wine
Twitter links
Put a knife in me Rory
Rafe can handle it
Mommy Nancy
Damon’s words get you wet
Big boy Hopper
Big boy Billy
Riding Steve’s thick limbs
Eddie whoppin yo ass
Eddie say please?
Steddie voices
Do it in the shower Billy
Spencer is a womanizer
Dacre can’t stop lookin at you
Eddie’s warning stare
You crawling to Eddie
Eddie being too calm during punishment
Steve grabbing Eddie’s ass
Eddie’s jeans..
Which Joe can you see
I need Billy and Eddie to wreck me
Joe reacting to a dirty text
Eddie loses V-card
Your beautiful goofball Ed
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Let's Go, Lesbians, Let's Go! | Random Characters
Happy Lesbian Visibility Week! As a celebration, here are some random headcanons of some of my favorite lesbians. Enjoy!
╰┈➤ CHARACTERS: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman, Ellie Williams, Robin Buckley.
╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons on how these ladies would act/treat you during the crush stage, when you're together, and some of their habits (good and bad).
╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Use of You
⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ
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VI
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CRUSH STAGE:
During the crush stage, Vi will not admit to herself that she has a crush on you. She would simply categorize her crush as her body saying she liked to tease you. She liked seeing your face when she would flirt with you. You'd show a flustered smile and sometimes playfully punch her in the arm and/or glare. She never thought you liked her back. She's observant with people, sure, but there's no need to worry about you liking her back if she "didn't" have a crush on you in the first place.
RELATIONSHIP:
If you thought Vi was more mellow now that y'all are together, you thought wrong. Now that she knows her own feelings and is aware of yours, she's more touchy with her flirts. She'll drag her fingers across your cheeks when she compliments you, put her hand on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere, and when you were chilling at home, she'll pull your legs over her lap.
She'll never admit it, but that was her favorite sitting position. She absolutely loves loves your thighs and with your legs across her lap, she can caress and squeeze them all she wants. She also discovered if she lightly drags her nails across your skin, you squirm and get goosebumps. That was her favorite reaction of all.
HABITS:
Vi has the habit of grabbing you by the waist when she passes by. She'll squeeze your waist too just to hear you laugh. More emotionally, Vi has the habit of keeping things to herself. If it doesn't concern you and it's something she thinks can easily be fixed, she won't tell you about it. Not because she doesn't trust you, but because she isn't used to opening up.
You caught onto this habit when she came home all bloodied up and bruised more than normal. She had a limp and looked dazed. Whomever she fought got some punches in and you could only imagine how bad the other person looked.
The morning after she's been bandaged, you asked her what happened. Apparently, she was trying to return an item you've been wanting to return, but the store owners had multiple sticks up their asses. Her words, not yours. Because things took a turn for the worse, Vi went to the distributors and then had to sneak past security. She wasn't as stealthy as she wanted herself to be. It took Vi a week to get the owners to refund her and the distributors to give her the item free of charge.
You scolded Vi. She didn't have to go through a week of torture just because some assholes wanted to be assholes. Though you hated how she handled things, you couldn't be mad at her. She had a huge heart and would do anything to keep you happy. That's all you wanted in a girlfriend.
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CAITLYN
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CRUSH STAGE:
Caitlyn knew she had a crush on you almost instantly. The way her heart skipped a few beats when you passed by, how she only went to places knowing you'll be there, and when she went to bed, you were the last thing she thought of. Though she was sure of her feelings, she was unsure of yours.
You seemed to be friendly with everyone. You gave smiles, asked how their day was going, and brought those you were close with gifts. You never gave her gifts. Was she not important to you? Maybe you only saw her as an acquaintance; nothing else and nothing more. That was alright with Caitlyn. She had no problem admiring you from afar.
Things changed, however, when Caitlyn went to her work desk one day and saw an abundance of letters and gifts. She was flattered but had no clue where they came from. When she went home and saw you at her doorstep with a basket of goodies, she knew those gifts were from you. There at her doorstep, she confessed and asked you out.
RELATIONSHIP:
Being in a relationship with Caitlyn is a lot easier than you thought. Your friends teased you about how her being work-focused would put a dent in your relationship, but it was the opposite. Sure, there were nights when Caitlyn came home late without warnings or forgot to listen to you while she worked on papers, but she would always apologize and make it up to you.
Caitlyn is a soft lover. She loves gentle touches and quality time. Whenever you two snuggle together, her long fingers dance across your back or she grabs onto your hand. She'll whisper stories about her day or praise you if you're sleepy. She absolutely loves to tell you all the things she loves about you. Along with touch and quality time, words of affirmation are one of her love languages.
HABITS:
Caitlyn has a habit of holding your hands and gifting you things she's seen while she's out. Sometimes the gifts are clothes that reminded her of you, cute items you can place around your home, or something you've wanted for a while.
As mentioned earlier, Caitlyn works a lot and takes her job seriously. She has a bad habit of getting stressed out and instead of finding a healthy outlet to blow off steam, she overworks herself. You caught her once working at her desk at three am with bloodshot eyes, cold black coffee, and frizzy hair. You had to peel her away from her desk and force her to go to bed. This didn't happen often, but Caitlyn appreciated you taking care of her when it did.
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ELLIE
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CRUSH STAGE:
Oh, man. Crush stage Ellie is shy Ellie. She would like to flirt with you, yes, but you make her so nervous. She gets sweaty palms and picks at her hangnails. If you're in a group discussion together, she'll patiently wait for your conversation with someone else to end before she speaks up. While she waits, she'll come up with conversation topics and jokes to tell you.
Do the jokes land? No. They're the worst jokes you've ever heard, but you appreciate Ellie for trying. Her efforts were cute. Whenever the conversation picked up, Ellie got looser and more confident. She teased you more often, gave you silly facial expressions, and she often nudged your arm with hers or winked.
Her efforts of trying and being true to herself are what got you to crush on her back. Well, that and the fact that she's the most attractive person you've met.
RELATIONSHIP:
Shy Ellie disappeared about two weeks into your relationship. She was more flirtatious and bold with her words. Not like she never was, but she wasn't afraid of creeping you out this time.
Ellie tries to be open with you when it comes to hardships. She wants to tell you what she's thinking and how she's coping, but she can't. Something was physically holding her back. Luckily for her, you weren't the type to force her into anything. She wasn't ready to talk? That's fine. You'll hold her and sit in a comfortable silence instead. She wanted to do something to take her mind off of things? Cool! You two can make a song together.
Your relationship teaches the two of you how to cope with your feelings and how to practice being okay with uncomfortable feelings. There's a lot of understanding and welcoming space in your relationship which you both can benefit from.
HABITS:
Ellie has a habit of calling you 'babe' or 'baby'. If you don't like that, she'll try to come up with something else. Maybe the name of a planet that reminds her of you.
She also has the habit of sketching you. If you look through her sketchbook, you'll find sketches of you sleeping, upgrading/cleaning your weapons, getting ready in the morning, or even plain images of your lips and hands.
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ROBIN
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CRUSH STAGE:
Golly gee. If it wasn't for Steve "The Hair" Harrington, Robin would have never talked to you. You were the cool person in school; even if you weren't, you were to her. She loved how you talked, how you laughed, and how you always incorporated your favorite color in your outfits.
Steve calls her a stalker with how much she knows about you, but she didn't care. If she couldn't talk to you, she wanted to be prepared in case the time did come.
Steve forced her to talk to you when he was picking her up after school. They were standing by Steve's car and you were finishing up a conversation nearby with your friend. When your friend drove off, you walked in Robin's direction. Before you passed, Steve shoved Robin forward. She stumbled, tripped over her feet, and complimented your outfit.
You stopped walking and turned to her with a wide smile. You thanked her and returned the compliment. From there, the two of you had a brief conversation about clothes and personal styles. Since then, you always sat next to each other to talk during lunch.
RELATIONSHIP:
It was a miracle you two got together. You both friend-zoned each other so hard, you were convinced your relationship wouldn't progress any further.
With Robin working at Family Video and you being an avid movie watcher, you two tried to watch movies together at least twice a week. One night was an old movie and the other was a newer one. You commented on the act, script, and cinematography. Because of the comments, inside jokes were born left and right.
You two are definitely cuddle bugs. Deep into the night at each other's houses, you would be tangled up in bed playing with each other's hair and giggling about the stupidest things. Y'all were the definition of soft sapphics.
HABITS:
During the school year, Robin had a habit of slipping notes in your locker or onto your lunch tray when you weren't looking. She would try to slip the notes in your locker before anyone was in the halls or she would get someone else to do it for her. The notes weren't anonymous and if she managed to get them in your locker, you would thank her during lunch period. Her response was always the same: a gummy smile and a bashful "you're welcome".
A bad habit of Robin's is her insecurity and fear of being found out. In the '80s, Robin's absolutely petrified of the town finding out about your relationship. She would try everything in the books. Claim you're best friends, have Steve pick you guys up separately and then be dropped off separately, and some days, she would try to avoid you in school. You never let her though.
In modern times, Robin's afraid you'll find someone else better than her. Who wants a freckled-face band geek for a girlfriend? News flash, you do! You always reassure her, telling her she's all you need. Eventually, the worrying stops, but the second she talks down about herself, you scold her and as punishment, she has to say an affirmation about herself in the mirror.
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the other woman <3
pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader
warnings: ANGST ! robin being in love with vickie ! illusion to homophobia ! im ngl robin sucks a little in this
summary: robin was the only one for you
a/n: this hurt to write
based on ‘the other woman’ by lana del ray
requests: open !
the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
small towns in the 80’s were not kind or forgiving to queer people.
but you and robin had eachother. the only other gay person you knew, and your crush.
robin was perfect. she was kind, funny, beautiful. she always welcomed you into her arms after a hard day. she listened when you couldn’t handle life.
you loved her.
you knew about her crush on tammy thompson. you didn’t understand it, her voice was horrible and so was she, but you chose to ignore it. you chose to forget about it and pretend like you were the only one for her.
and then tammy graduated and it was just you and robin. she had to love you now, just you. she was all yours.
the other woman will never have his her love to keep
but then senior year started and robin joined band again.
it started off fine. she loved you and you loved her.
but then she saw vickie.
and then you felt your world crumble.
robin became vickies at first sight.
“steve?” he hummed as he continued to sort through movies. “i dont think robin loves me anymore.” he halted, turning to you.
“what?” he stood next to you at the counter. “why would you say that?”
“there’s this girl. in band.” he nodded, encouraging you to continue. “vickie. she- she’s all robin talks about. like we were cuddling and watching a movie the other night, and suddenly she couldn’t shut up about vickie. about how funny she was, and how amazing she is in band.”
“christ, im sorry y/n.”
the doorbell ring as you opened up your mouth to say more.
“hey guys!” robin chirped as she walked in. “i have someone you guys should meet.
“this is vickie!”
#robin buckley#robin buckley imagine#robin buckley x gn!reader#robin buckley x y/n#robin buckley x you#robin buckley x female reader#robin buckley x reader
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good news! Mx.forgettable will be having a part.2 so this is the taglist!
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