"Family Video, Robin speaking." The disgruntled tone to her raspy voice filters through the phone as you lean on the wall beside it, smiling into the empty room at your relief it was her answering.
"Robin, hi, it's me."
"Oh my God, hi-! How are you? Steve told me the good news, congrats. He's just out back, let me--"
"No!" You stop her rambling, laughing quietly at her eagerness and how her voice had become lighter and happier once she realised it wasn't a petulant customer on the other end of the line. "It's actually you I'd like to talk to." The phone cord wraps absently around your finger as you twirl it in your anxiety.
"Oh. Aww, well I'm flattered, but-"
"Not for that!" A soft giggle, eyes rolling at her playful attitude today. "I actually need a favor. You see, I don't have many.. Well, any.. friends who are girls. I was hoping you might be able to help me with something?"
There's a pause on the other end of the line and you stare wide at the ground as you listen closely to the steady sounds of her breathing. "Well?" She simply says, "I'm waiting. What do you need? I'll help however I can."
A sigh of relief, a similar sentiment washing over you. "Really? I'd hate to impose..."
"Shut up. Meet me after work, it's no bother at all."
The idea of spending a lengthy amount of time with someone other than Steve sent an unease thumping through your chest. It was a hurdle you had not yet surpassed - worried that someone would eventually see right through you and destroy everything you'd worked so hard to build.
But Robin liked you, or so you thought. Why else would she blindly offer to help you?
So, after a familiar walk that evening, you end up outside Family Video just as Robin and Steve were locking up for the night. Steve almost seems to sense you, like he'd mastered the sound of your very footsteps, turning on his heel with a beaming grin. "There's my girl. Bye, Rob." He says, elbow bumping playfully to her own as he meets you upon your approach.
Broad arms stretch around you, pulling you against his warmth as he elicits a low hum in his throat.
God, it was so disgustingly sweet you could help but match his energy, arms draping over his shoulders as you squeeze him quickly in greeting. "Hah. Nice try, dingus." Robin says, amusement clear in her tone as she leans against the locked door of the store, the keys swinging around her forefinger as you and Steve break up your embrace to offer her your attentions. "She's not here for you."
She was loving this, you could tell as much from the slow smirk that crept up her lips. The banter between them was always light and held an affectionate air despite seeming mean to you at first. You were used to it now, but honestly, you thought they hated each other to begin with.
People were weird.
Sadly, you hadn't the confidence to try this playful banter. Knowing your luck, you'd accidentally threaten them in some horrific way thinking they'd find it funny only to realise you'd gone too far and it was not, in fact, fun. Still. Maybe some day.
Steve's perplexed shift in expression almost made you laugh as he looks between the two of you. "Um, yeah. I need Robin's help with something." You tell him, teeth sinking nervously into your lower lip. His eyes dart to it, watching the way the pearly white releases the plump flesh under his intense gaze.
"Yep. She needs me tonight, Stevie." Robin steps closer, hands deep in the pockets of her navy bomber jacket.
One of Steve's hands plants on his hip, the other pointing an accusatory finger at the pair of you, Robin's arm looping through your own as she grins like the Cheshire Cat. You were smiling too, entirely entertained by them. "I don't like this." He tells you both, a huff flaring through his nostrils. "But whatever. Have fun, girls."

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Surrender // Steve Harrington x Reader
FanfictionShe didn't know any better. Years of being raised by the evil entity that was once Henry Creel skewed her view of the world she once lived in. When Y/N is sent by him from the Upside Down to infiltrate those that so tediously continue to thwart his...