stranger things imagines.

finally

POSTED ON: steve-hairingtons

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You and Robin had been friends for two years. You met sophomore year of high school when you were paired for a history project. You guys instantly clicked and remained friends since.

But there was one problem: you were in love with her. You fell for her a month into your friendship. And another problem: she only ever looked at guys. Steve Harrington, for example. She always watched him in class, her eyes never leaving him.

It was 1986. Being gay was looked down upon. You knew you two could never be together, even if she did like you back. Your parents would disown you, and you weren't sure if you could handle that.

Regardless, your feelings for her were very real. When she slept over, you would stay up for hours watching her sleep, admiring how her nose scrunched when she snored, how her hair sprawled out across her pillow, how she would accidentally elbow you.

You would always shake your head and roll over, resisting the urge to look at her.

But one night when she was at your house, you two got into your mom's tequila stash. She had at least four bottles, which Robin grabbed with a look that said 'let's get shitfaced'.

You followed her up to your room, where you proceeded to share two bottles and did indeed get shitfaced.

You had a bad habit of not being able to shut your mouth when you were drunk, telling anyone and everyone what was on your mind. Which wasn't a good trait to have at that moment.

When Robin cracked up about a joke she just made, you started talking.

"You're so beautiful," you slurred, smiling at her.

Her eyebrows raised. "What?" Robin could handle her alcohol much better than you could, meaning she was actually comprehending what you were saying.

"What? You are. You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen." You knew you should stop talking, but the words were already out in the open. "Which is probably why I have a massive crush on you."

She was speechless. You took another sip of the tequila, instantly regretting telling her what you did.

"Oh," was all she said. "You're drunk."

"Well, duh. But when you're drunk is when you're most honest. And I'd never lie to you, Robin."

You began to feel your eyelids get heavy, and she helped you into your bed. "Sleep it off and we'll talk in the morning, yeah?" she said gently.

"Okay. Thank you."

"Yeah."

When you woke up the next morning, your head didn't hurt nearly as much as you thought it would. You rolled over to see Robin wasn't next to you. Instead, she was on the floor in front of your bed, cleaning up the alcohol bottles. You got up and stumbled over, sitting next to her.

"Mornin'," you said.

"Morning."

"What's up?" you asked, noticing she was nervous.

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"No, why?"

She sighed. "You, uh... told me you have a crush on me."

You felt like your heart stopped. You sighed before rubbing your eyes. "Shit."

"How long?"

"A month after we met."

"What?"

"Yeah. I never thought you would find out, to be completely honest."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because you don't like girls."

"What?"

"You're always staring at Steve."

She sighed. "You wanna know why I'm always staring at Steve?" You nodded. "Because Tammy Thompson stares at him. Because she's the one I want to stare at." You furrowed your brows. "She's absolutely gorgeous, and I know I'll never be on her level."

You sighed, knowing she didn't feel the same. "Yeah, she's pretty, I guess. But you're above her level if anything."

"You know... I had a crush on you when we first met."

You looked at her. "What?"

She nodded. "You're beautiful, Y/N, you know that." You felt yourself blushing at the compliment. "And I wanted to stare at you but I didn't think you wanted me to."

"So... are you gay?"

She sighed. "Yeah. I am."

"How long have you known?"

"A while. Four years."

"Wow."

"What about you? How long have you known?"

"Uh... not long, I guess. You're my first girl crush."

"Really? I'm honored," she joked, making you chuckle. Just then, she shifted her weight to her hands and knees, her face only a few inches from yours. You leaned back a bit, your body hitting your bed.

"What-"

"Shh," she said, looking down at your lips.

"I've never... kissed anyone," you said quietly, your cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"Ever?" she whispered.

"Ever."

This made her smirk before she leaned in and touched her forehead to yours. Your breath was shaky and you felt your heart beating out of your chest.

"Well, I have."

"Oh," was all you said as you felt her lips move closer to yours, staying only millimeters away. When they finally connected, it was like time slowed down. All you could focus on was her lips on yours and how they felt. They were slightly chapped, yet overwhelmingly soft.

You kissed her back passionately as her hand snaked down to yours, her other hand cupping your face.

The kiss didn't last long, though, before your older brother opened your door. She broke the kiss before you both looked over to see him standing there with a bowl of cereal and his eyebrows raised.

"Wow," was all he said, taking another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Get out," you said, your voice breaking, making you sound less intimidating than you want.

"Hey, I'm not judging," he said, turning and gripping your doorknob. "But just be glad it was me instead of mom or dad."

He closed the door behind him and you looked at Robin, who smirked and bit her lip.

"I should get going," she said softly.

"Okay," you said with a nod. You honestly had no idea what to say. You'd just gotten everything you wanted for two years, and you were happy. But you didn't want it to be awkward.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said. "If you don't mind me coming over again."

"N-No, not at all! Tomorrow." You stood up at the same time she did, watching her slip her sandals on.

She leaned in and kissed you once more, catching you off guard. "See you tomorrow, dingus."

You smiled at the nickname. "Okay." You felt your insides flutter, the feeling of love filling your body.