Robin Buckley One Shots

The Carnival

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Genre: Fluff

Teasing was a regular part of your daily life. Your friends Nancy, Steve, and Eddie, along with your girlfriend Robin enjoyed pointing out your height to you every waking moment of your life. You met their jests with sarcastic laughs or eye rolls, though they didn't mean any harm. Friendly bullying is a love language that you participate in, making fun of their entire beings to make up for the relentless teasing.

5'0 was rather short compared to everyone else in the group, but according to Robin, you were the perfect size as you were just the right height for her to place her elbow on top of your head and use you to lean on when she was tired. When she first started telling you this, you thought that she would have told a cute story about how you were the perfect size for cuddling, but no. Her reasoning got her shoved off of a chair before you laughed and helped her up, her dazed face confused at your reaction, not realising that her explanation wasn't as cute as she thought it would be.

You didn't mind however, when on walks through the scenic routes of Hawkins, you were the only one who didn't have to duck for branches and got to laugh when one of them was oblivious to their surroundings and ate a mouthful of leaves. Though it did cause some issues when there were big crowds.

At times your group would enjoy going to markets or concerts, or similar activities, and without fail you had gotten lost every time. The rest of the group would be having heart attacks and panicking trying to track you down, Robin always thinking that the extreme scenario of you getting kidnapped had happened every time, even though you were just having a wail of a time whilst getting distracted by something. So, the group had to think of a solution before the upcoming town carnival.

"No, you are not putting me on a leash, Steven", you threw your hands up in the air to prove your point, and you stared Robin down as she looked like she was contemplating the idea, though thought otherwise when she saw your classic 'don't even go there' look. "What? You can buy ones for little kids these days", he shrugged whilst tossing some chips into his mouth and leaning back into the side of his bed from his place on the floor.

"But I'm not a little kid", you pointed out, putting your head on Robin's shoulder who was sitting between you and Nancy, with Eddie also sitting on the floor resting against the front of the chair arm. "But you are little", Eddie grinned whilst looking up at you, prompting you to kick him in the shoulder, "Ow, ow, okay no leash".

"Thank you!". 

"We do need to solve the issue of you getting lost though, bub", Robin looked at you with a small pout, "You keep wandering off". That wasn't your fault. At a lot of these places there are distractions everywhere, and most of the time you do try to get the attention of at least one person before giving in to the temptation. It wasn't your fault that that singular person did not listen.

"Ooh I know!", Nancy piped up and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, forever the person in the group with the most brain cells, "It's not a leash", she clarified when seeing your face looking slightly terrified, "But we are going to the carnival, so we could just tie a big shiny balloon to your wrist, and you'll blend in for everyone else, but stick out like a sore thumb to us".

You much preferred that idea to Steve's awful one, but you were mildly offended at the sticking-out analogy, "Gee thanks", you mumbled as you slumped back into the couch further, your head still glued to Robin's shoulder, absorbing the warmth that she always gave you. "As long as we make the string long enough it should work", your girlfriend nodded, and you whined after turning and pushing your face into her neck.

"I don't wanna", your muffled voice barely sounded out into the room, but everyone heard earning a chorus of short chuckles before general conversation kicked in again. You spent a few minutes being petty and antisocial, digging your face further into the crook of Robin's neck, but when the interesting topic of a trip to the records store cropped up, you inserted yourself back into the narrative.