Oblivious (r.b.)

A/N: Another request down! This one is another Robin request. It's a bit longer than the last one I posted, but it's a bit dry unfortunately. I tried to make it like my other longer fics, but I just felt like this is was meant to be this length. I threw in a funny scene in the end. Anywho, I hope you like it lovely anon💛, I really tried to do your request justice (I loved it btw).

P.S: Not proofread yet. I'm gonna go over all my fics in these upcoming fics to proofread and I will do this fic then

The cool night breeze rolled in through Y/N Byers’ open window as she and Robin laid in her bed. Late Summer nights spent in bed with her girlfriend were Y/N’s favourite. Having their legs tangled together, their arms holding each other close as they lightly traced random shapes on each other. It was true bliss in her eyes. “You think your mom is back with the movie yet?” Robin broke the comfortable silence with a whisper. Y/N shrugged, pulling her hand away from where it was playing with Robin’s short hair.

Taken with The Goth Girl (r.b)

A/N: Two requests done in two days? What is this productivity? Anywho, this was quested by a lovely anon who wanted a Robin fic where the reader was like Wednesday Addams (who I love, iconic queen). This is a bit short (like 3 1/2 pages), but I just felt like this should be a short fic, ya know? I promise, I'll have write a longer Robin fic at some point! Anyway, without further ado, I present to you this fic! Hope you like it lovely Anon💛!

Note: Goths are amazing. I used to be considered a goth. They are great people who get bad reps because people judge them. Y'all are safe here, be as gothic as you want loves!

Robin had heard stories of the goth clique at Hawkins High. How couldn’t she? Everyone was talking about them. All bad things of course since they didn’t follow the arbitrary social rules set by the popular teens at the school. Robin didn’t pay much attention to them as she was considered to be an outcast as well since she was in band. Apparently, the sentiment of not judging was not consistent among her fellow bandmates as many of them jumped to condemn the goths - finally glad not to be at the bottom of the high school food chain anymore. “Ugh, get a load of them sitting there,” One of her bandmates scoffed, looking over at the cluster of people dressed all in black. Robin looked over as she took a bite of her sandwich. “Look at that one, it’s like she’s never been happy in her life.” The same girl nodded towards one of the goths in particular with two normal braids who walked closer to them to get to the trash can.

“Yeah, like has she ever smiled?” Another one of the girls piped up, looking at her in disgust. Robin rolled her eyes, setting her sandwich down to call them out on their hypocrisy, but she was cut off by a slow, emotionless drawl.

“You want to see me smile,” The voice asked making Robin look back in the girl’s direction, seeing her still standing by the trash can, her hands now empty of her trash. The two girls Robin sat with looked down their noses at her, disgusted at her presence. “How about I drive that fork in your hand, that would bring me joy.” Her voice drawled again in the same emotionless tone, her eyes staying exactly the same.

The girls scoffed, taken aback by her rudeness. “Excuse me?”

“Better yet, why don’t you two just canoe out to the middle of the quarry and accidentally drop your paddles, you can swim, right?” She cocked her head, one of her braids swinging in mid-air, escaping from its usual spot over her shoulders. The girl’s mouth fell open, a bit shaken up that she knew that they couldn’t swim and that she was openly threatening them.

“H-how,” One stammered, a bit scared. “How dare you?” She managed to spit out, blinking rapidly.

“In all fairness, you guys were the ones who decided to judge her and comment on her appearance. She’s just sticking up for herself,” Robin spoke up, their eyes snapping to her. She could tell they were shocked that she didn’t share their views regarding the goths. “Honestly, you guys are such mouth-breathers,” Robin continued, pushing her chair back, making it scrape loudly against the cafeteria floor. “You guys cried when the chess team made nasty comments about us for being in band, but you’re doing the exact same thing to these guys. And for what? Because you think it’ll let you sit over there with Steve Harrington and his hair?” She asked, nodding towards the table at the other end of the room, filled with popular kids.

“I can’t believe you’re actually standing up for these people. She's a homicidal freak!”

“Yeah, did you not just hear what she just said to us? She wants to stab us with a plastic fork!”

“I’m not a homicidal freak,” The girl stood up for herself, her tone still emotionless and flat. “The correct term is a homicidal maniac which I’m not. I just don’t like you guys.” With that, she turned around, sauntering out of the cafeteria, completely unbothered by the interaction. Robin stared after her, intrigued by her attitude.

“Oh my god-” The girls gaped, shocked. Robin ignored them and started to walk after the mysterious girl, leaving her half-eaten sandwich and tray back on the table. There was just something about that girl. It was true that Robin didn’t think much of what everyone was saying about the goths, but that didn’t mean she ever held a conversation with one of them. She just assumed that they didn’t really want to be bothered. They were always so quiet and stone-faced as if they didn’t want to be approached.

Exiting the cafeteria, she instantly spotted her walking down the hall. “Hey, excuse me,” Robin called to her, jogging to catch up with her leisurely pace. The girl was silent as she slowed to let Robin catch up, not even looking back. “Hey, I’m sorry for them back there, they are bitches.” She apologized once she fell into step with her. The girl shrugged.

“It’s not their fault,” She drawled, stopping to stand at her locker, spinning the combination into the locker. “Homicidal maniacs look like everybody else. How could they know I wasn’t one? I actually take it as a compliment,” She informed her, glancing at Robin. Robin silently gasped, not from what she was saying, but from how beautiful her eyes were - even with the lack of emotion behind them. “Their fear brings me happiness.” A small, microscopic smile cracked across her ink-black lips, taking Robin’s breath away again.

“That wasn’t what I was apologizing for.” She told her, somehow finding her voice again.

“I know, but there is nothing you can do about it. Their brainless barbies, they can’t make thoughts themselves so they follow other people’s opinions.” She looked back at her locker, making Robin miss the sight of her smile and eyes. Robin could have sworn that her voice softened from the other hard, emotionless drawl, but she assumed she just hallucinated it.

“You’re pretty-” She blurted out, cutting herself off when she realized she said it out loud. A rare blush appeared on her cheeks as the girl looked over at her, not looking shocked or thrown off about her compliment.

“Prettiness is an illusion.” She commented plainly.

“I’m so sorry, that just came out. You obviously are uncomfortable with that.” Robin expressed, nervously.

“I’m not uncomfortable-”

“Mad? Angry? Whatever you are feeling, you clearly did not want a compliment.” Robin apologized again.

“This is just how I look. I still find people attractive and have romantic feelings, even if I feel like they are overrated and a sign of weakness,” She reassured her, her voice still void of emotion. “I’m Y/N by the way.” Robin felt like the sound of her name was like the sound of doves singing, it was such a beautiful name.

“Robin-”

“Look here,” A nasty voice interrupted them. “Band geek and goth freak found each other, match made in freak central,” They looked over their shoulders at Tommy H as he passed them. They watched as he turned to head to the bathroom. “Enjoy having one friend freaks.” He called to them as he pushed the door open.

“Don’t fall in, that would actually make me laugh and I don't want to show that much emotion,” Y/N threw over her shoulder as the door closed behind him. “Here, I have to go but give me your hand,” Robin easily obeyed, watching in awe as this gorgeous girl clearly took an interest in her. She was too distracted to realize that she scribbled her number on her arm. “Call me anytime, my parents are cool with the liking girls thing so you don’t have to worry about them.” She said as she closed her locker, turning and heading down the hall without another word. Robin watched her leave, her mouth hanging open, completely shocked and taken by the goth girl.

Mashed Potatoes and Joel Hoekstra (b.h.)

 A/N: This is for the lovely anon who wanted a Billy x Byers!Reader. I was so excited to write this one, I loved this request (I am loving ALL requests, but I’ve been loving these Billy ones lately!). Definitely very fun to write this one so thank you so much for requesting doll! Hope you love it lovely anon💛!

  “Billy,” Y/N’s soft voice broke the tranquil silence that had settled over the room. Her finger that had been tracing random shapes on his chest stopped moving, her eyes flicking around the darkroom as she waited for him to respond in some way. She knew he wasn’t asleep by the lack of snores lowly rumbling in his chest (which she also laid her head upon) and his breathing pattern. He hummed, the sound reverberating in his chest, his hand still stroking up and down along the dip in her back where her spine was. “We’ve been dating for a few months now-” 

  “Six months.” He interjected, pressing a warm kiss to the top of her head. 

  “Right, yeah, we’ve been dating for six months,” She nodded, her already tangled hair tangling a bit more. Her voice was nervous, not knowing how he would react to her bringing this up. “And I was just thinking that maybe it would be time for you to meet my family,” She asked, her voice pitching up towards the end. “Maybe. You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it’s just everyone else I’ve dated has met them by now, but then again, everyone else I’ve ever dated left a few weeks after meeting them so-”

  “You’re rambling again, Bug.” Billy cut her off gently, knowing that she rambled and rants when she’s nervous and scared. Her cheeks heated up, burning as she settled back down to cuddle into Billy’s bare chest. 

  “Sorry.” She whispered. 

  Billy pressed another kiss to her hair, knowing that her ex’s all harped on her about her nervous rambles, making her snap her mouth shut and sink into herself. “Nothing to be sorry for, Bug, you’re nervous.” He reassured her. 

Tribulations (n.w.)

 A/N: I am slowing knocking these requests down! I am so happy to finally be able to get these imagines out for you guys who have waited so, so patiently!! This one is for the lovely anon who requested Nancy x fem!reader with a secret relationship. I had no idea what to title this so I just went with a word😅! This has some hardcore angst so I hope you don’t mind! Hope you enjoy it lovely💛!

 There was a certain comfort about hiding something so tender from everyone else. Maybe it was the fact that it remained untouched by the menacing hands of the outside world, maybe it was the fact that it laid in the shadows, unseen by everyone else. Whatever it was, Nancy didn’t have a problem continuing this charade of hiding her relationship from her friends and family. She was perfectly content on hiding the loving touches and kisses that she and Y/N shared in the confines of their rooms. 

Make-up (s.h.)

  A/N: I am finally being able to start writing more (slowly but surely)! This is a request sent in by the lovely @secretjellyfishpolice​ (I love your profile pic by the way lovely!!). I love writing Steve x Henderson!reader stuff purely because I love Dustin and Steve’s relationship! This might be a little short, but I just thought it should end there, felt like it would be better. Sidenote: I had absolutely no idea what to name this... So, thank you so much for your request and I hope you like it💛!

  For as long as Y/N could remember, her dream was to go to Cosmetology school to learn how to professionally do make-up. Her mother always told stories of how Y/N just couldn’t stay out of her make-up when she was a baby. Unfortunately, her mother told those stories to everyone who would give her the time-of-day to tell the said stories. No matter how embarrassing the stories and the pictures that came along with the stories were, they helped Y/N realize what she wanted to do with her life after high school.  

A Lumberjack and A Mullet iii (b.h.)

  A/N: This was requested by the lovely @peakascum​ who gave me an amazing idea for how this part should go. I don’t write smut anymore, but guys, you are in for a treat. Let’s just say this gets a little ✨spicy✨without actually crossing that line if you catch my drift. Besides that point, Billy gets really soft at the end of this and I love it. Anywho, I hope you like it lovely💛!

 I feel as if I should make this clear: Billy doesn’t die in this fic’s universe.   

 This will actually involve a bit of violence and it will include a more detailed scene that involves child abuse (verbal and physical). It also has a bit of slut-shaming on the part of the parent, there is also one homophobic comment but nothing involving any slurs. Once again, this is not a 100% accurate depiction of abuse. Reader’s discretion is advised. 

  Y/N stood in front of her mirror, butterflies fluttering around her stomach. Her face was glowing with the smile she wore. She couldn’t contain her pure love-fuelled giddiness as her fingers ghosted over the fabric of the dress Billy had boughten her. When he had sat the fancily wrapped dress box from some high-end store in the city on her lap, she had assumed it would be a sinfully tight dress the colour of sin itself, but like with most of their relationship - he surprised her. It was a deep blue, just light enough not to be considered navy, but dark enough that it certainly wasn’t a light shade. It pulled in tight to fit her form, but it didn’t cling to her like a second skin. She loved the long sleeves the most, they hid the little circular scars that littered her shoulders and biceps, the scars that she tried to hide from the public’s eye. The confidence boost that the v-neck gave her was a close second. 

Part Two: Mr. Brightside

A/N: Here’s Part Two! I don’t know when Part Three will be out, but I’m sure it’ll be out soon, I’m almost done the part and the songs for it! Check out the playlist!! If anyone wants to make an Apple Music version, just DM me!

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  Steve hid behind the plastic plant in the middle of the food court, the binoculars pressed around his eyes, surely leaving a noticeable red ring around his eyes. He was supposed to be looking for the evil Russians that the boy crouched beside him keeps rattling off about, but he couldn’t stop watching them. He really did try to pull his focus away from the two teens standing way too close, but his eyes just pulled towards them like a magnet. “See anything?” Dustin asked, poking his head up over the plant. The two stood out like sore thumbs, proving that they were shit at stake-outs. 

Don’t You Forget About Me (s.h.)

 A/N - this is based off the song (Don’t you) Forget About Me by Simple Minds bc it’s one of my favs and we love a classical song (and John Hughes movies). This is just plan fluff bc we need more positive energy and happiness in this world right now!!

no, but baby pappydaddy is so cute trying to figure out (a) how to use this site and (b) how to do a/ns 😂. i can’t get over how many this blog has changed and grown overtime! also, i am revamping my blog which means i am making this fic look like my newer fics. i will rewrite this, but keep this copy, just, i’m not doing it now. also, this is one of my favourite fics, it’s one of the ones that actually got me noticed on this platform so it holds a special place in my heart💛!

Enjoy! XX   

  Steve wasn’t one hundred percent sure when he started to have feelings for Y/n, but they had developed so suddenly that he didn’t even notice until they hit him right in the face. Literally. It was gym class and she had accidentally sent the volleyball right into his face when she spiked it. He remembered her running to his team’s side, apologies spilling from her lips. He had been in so much pain that he could have sworn his nose was broken, but when he opened his eyes to see her’s staring directly into his - his pain suddenly disappeared as the world seemed to slow down. Of course, that only lasted until he heard her freaking out about blood and then he started to freak out because he had a steady stream of blood flowing from his nose. 

  From that moment, he realized that he was completely captivated by her. He had made the mistake of bringing her up to the kids which lead to them telling him that they already knew he liked her. Well, duh, Steve! Lucas had rolled his eyes. Yeah, we figured it out the second time you suggested we go to the Arcade. Max had backed Lucas up. He had been going to the arcade a lot more once he found out that she worked there. He had thought she was insanely cute when she just gave blank stares at kids who asked where a certain game was because she couldn’t remember the names for the life of her.