The Three Sailors (s.h./r.b.)

  A/N: This is the requested platonic imagine with Steve and Robin. This one I played around a bit with so I hope you enjoy!! Sorry it’s a bit short, I thought this would be pretty funny. PS. Sorry for the wait, school is demanding, sheesh! Anyway, thanks to the lovely anon who sent this in! Everyone, keep them coming, I love hearing what you guys want to read💛!

I said that I would post this tomorrow a few hours ago, but I had sometime before I went to bed so I’m posting it now! Also, it wasn’t specified what pronouns to use, so I used my default (she/her) like I outlined in my Request Rules! If you want me to change them to your preferred ones anon, let me know!! 

If anyone tried to come up with a single thing Y/N hated more than her job, they would be hard-pressed to do so. So hard-pressed that they might even fry their brain. It wasn’t that she wasn’t thankful for the job, no, it was the ridiculous sailor theme. First off, the stupid hat and uniform made her want to shrivel up every-time she put it on - hating the dorkiness of it. Second, the damn cheery tune that played all day every day and had even managed to appear in her dreams, Steve (her co-worker) had to hold her back from ripping the speakers out. But the thing she hated the most? The stupid greeting she was required to say.  She dreaded every shift, having to drag herself into the parlor despite her immense desire to burn the place to the ground. An arson charge is better than having to put up with that torture.

  Arriving at her shift, she was met by Steve and Robin, who looked equally displeased to be there as well. “There she is, our little ball of sunshine,” Robin greeted sarcastically. Y/N only grunted in response, shoving the swinging door open. Robin and Steve followed her into the back room, having no customers whatsoever since it was still early in the morning. “Don’t you look happy to be here?” She continued her sarcastic remarks, smirking at the grumpy girl.