Steve Harrington x Robin Oneshots

Get Out of My Locker!

As Steve handed the second customer of the day a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone, he smiled with the same over forced smile he had grown used to. As soon as the customer paid the two dollars and fifty cents, they left and Steves smile did as well. He wondered when his co worker would finally get off of her lunch break. He despised her bickering at him, and even tried to get back at her by daring her to try to get a guy customers number for once, so she could know how it feels when Steve gets rejected. Of course, the guy just awkwardly laughed and took his ice cream and left, telling her to keep the change. Steve has to admit, despite how much he held back his laughter, he had deep envy for the guy she asked out. In that moment he wished he had been just another customer throughout the day that she found attractive, but he was even luckier, he got to be by her side for hours on end, and they even got to share those torturous working hours together. Whilst Steve leaned over the ice cream window, the tiny ice cream shop being bone dry, due to the fact that it had only opened half an hour ago, he began to drift into thought. He remembered the one time that Steve tried a pick up line of his own on Robin in the break room, as practice, of course, but it only made Robin burst into laughter and asked if he was serious.

"Wow, you know, ever since you walked in here the ice cream just started to melt, because you're so hot, baby." Steve put his hand at the edge of the counter of where Robin had been leaning against. She looked down, acknowledged Steve's hand, looked back up to process the pick up line, and tried to hold in her laugh, but it came out in seconds. "You're golden, Steve. Pure gold." She sighed from laughing so hard. He smiled worried, "Am i really that bad?"
"Not entirely, but like, what is a girl supposed to say to that? Thanks...for the ice cream, you weirdo?" Robin laughed.

Steve rolled his eyes, checked his watch and left the break room. Robin sighed from laughing so much, and followed him through.

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Suddenly Steve snapped from his daydream about his coworker to the sound of laughing from the break room.

He curiously followed the echoing laughter and into the break room, and there it was. His absolute worst nightmare.

Robin holding Steve's emergency bag of Farrah Faucet Hairspray.

Steve's expression went cold, and his eyebrows turned upwards.

"Oh my god..." He groaned under his breath. He knew he'd absolutely NEVER hear the end of this one.

"I would've never took you for a Faucet fan," Robin said with a smirk as Steve walked up and snatched the bag away from her, stuffing it back into his seemingly unlocked work locker, setting it alongside his normal clothes.

"Next time don't leave your locker wide open, you dork!" Robin joked, nudging Steve's shoulder with a side smile.

He looked over at her with an annoyed look, which she noticed.

"Alright, I'm sorry I snooped, dingus." she apologized, sensing he was genuinely upset his secret was found out, especially by her of all people.

"It's great, actually. Without it you wouldn't have that amazing ocean like wave of hair. Thank you, Farrah," Robin smiled, holding her hands in a prayer motion and looking into the sky- or ceiling in their case.

"Yeah yeah, I know you love my hair." Steve remarked with a smile creeping up on his face.

"It's kind of sexy, if i'm being totally honest," Robin said so sarcastically and slyly that the joke went straight past Steve.

He raised his eyebrows, surprised she'd ever even use that word and something related to Steve in the same sentence.

"Just my hair?" He teased, slightly beginning to smirk along with Robin too, her thinking that Steve was still just playing along with her.

"I mean, those pretty boy eyes, those girls must be blind!" Robin added, but Steve began to be getting really close, closer than the time they accidentally ran into each other on a frantic Saturday while customers were coming in like no ones business.

"Your eyes are so beautiful, and as blue as the ocean." Steve spoke in such a low and eased voice that Robin was slightly caught off guard- and she was starting to wish he wasn't joking- although he most definitely was far from joking.

"Steve-" she almost awkwardly laughed, beginning to feel a sort of tension she never felt before. Before she or Steve could "joke" any further, the bell on the front counter began to ring, signaling impatient customers on the other end.

Steve sighed, breaking away from his "madly in love" mode and back to "scooping ice cream with a forced smile" mode. He left Robin, still leaned against the back room counter, her palms slightly grazed with nerving sweat and her heart beating a bit faster than usual.

"Please, no..." she sighed, lightly tapping her head against the back room walls. "Don't let him break your heart, Robin. You're smarter than that," she spoke to herself quietly.