ROBIN BUCKLEY - CRUSHES · Y/n story by @beetIejuiced

The Hawkins High cafeteria hummed with the particular brand of chaotic energy only found on a Friday afternoon. The scent of stale pizza and industrial cleaner hung in the air, mixing with the buzz of a hundred different conversations.

Steve Harrington

leaning across the sticky table Okay, Buckley. Look alive. Your moment has arrived.

Steve gestured with his chin toward a table across the crowded room where Y/n sat alone, reading a book.

Robin Buckley

slumping lower in her seat My moment to do what? Spontaneously combust? That feels more likely than me walking over there.

Dustin Henderson

It's a simple two-part maneuver, Robin. One: stand up. Two: walk. We've seen you do both, separately, many times.

Max Mayfield

not looking up from her skateboard magazine And if you mess it up, you can always just skate away. Much faster than walking. It's a superior escape plan.

Lucas Sinclair

Statistically, the chances of her actually speaking to you are low if you don't initiate contact. It's basic probability.

Robin’s eyes darted from her friends' expectant faces back to Y/n, a faint blush creeping up her neck.

Nancy Wheeler

gently You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Robin.

Jonathan Byers

quietly, from the end of the table Yeah. No pressure.

Steve Harrington

No pressure? This is a pressure-cooker situation! This is the championship game! Now, are you gonna sit here with us losers all lunch, or are you gonna go talk to the cool, mysterious person you've been sighing about for two months?