Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Between drugs, the cinema toilet floor, a confession, and a surprise… what could possibly go wrong? Especially when Robin admits she’s in love with Steve’s girlfriend, and that Lila once loved her too.

And the first girl I ever loved.

- Listen... this is hard to admit. Especially for you, Steve. But I really like you guys. I mean it. But I'm not like your other friends. Definitely not like Nancy Wheeler or whoever.

- Why is that a problem? Steve asks. We're not asking you to be Nancy Wheeler. We already have one, and that's more than enough. He smirks.

I smack him lightly.

- You know when, in the Russian base, I told you about Mrs. Click's class? About being jealous? And obsessed?  Robin continues.

I frown, confused.

- Yeah,  Steve says.

- No, I add, making her laugh nervously.

- It wasn't because I wanted to date you, Steve. Her eyes fill with tears. It's because... she wouldn't stop looking at you.

- Mrs. Click? Steve asks, confused.

- Lila Hopper Mayfield, Robin says softly, tears shining in her eyes as she looks at me. My own vision blurs. I wanted you to look at me. But you couldn't stop looking at him and he's stupid hair. A tear slides down my cheek as one falls down him. I didn't understand. You dropped bagel crumbs everywhere. You asked the dumbest questions. You were kind of an asshole. You hid her from everyone when all I wanted was to scream that she existed. I'd go home and scream into my pillow.

- But Lila's a girl, Steve says slowly.

- Steve.

- ...Oh. His eyes widen. Oh.

- Yeah. Oh.

She looks back at me.

- Lila... you pass out or something? she jokes gently.

I smile sadly.

- How long did you feel that way about me?

- The first time was before high school... she admits.

- You should've told me.

- What would've been the point?

- I would've told you that back then... I cried into my pillow too. Because I felt the same way about you. And I couldn't admit it to myself. So I kept it inside.

Another tear slips down my bruised cheek. Steve and Robin stare at me.

- Wait- what?! Steve blurts. You like girls? That explains so much...

- I thought it was obvious. The way I'd comment on girls you complimented. The way I'd blush around Robin. The fact that I dressed up as David Bowie because I'm obsessed with him. I laugh softly. That doesn't mean I don't love you. I figured out I liked boys because of you, Steve. I don't regret falling in love with you for a second. But if I'd known about Robin three years ago... I don't know what would've happened. I lower my gaze, then look back at her. Robin, you should never have been ashamed. Loving someone isn't shameful. It's the most beautiful thing there is. I reach for her hand. You're the coolest girl I've ever met. And the first girl I ever loved. That means something. I'm sorry I'm not the right one but you'll find someone even more amazing than me. Even if that's hard, because I'm kind of perfect. They both laugh. Who knows? Maybe it's Nancy Wheeler.

Her eyes go wide and she blushes before laughing too.

I lean in and hug her tightly.

- I love you, Rockin' Robin. Thank you. For everything.

- I love you too, Cherry Bomb. I don't regret you being my first heartbreak.

When I pull back, Steve is staring into space.

I touch his shoulder.

- Steve? Did you pass out?

- No. I'm just... thinking. He smiles faintly. I mean, yeah, you're both... hot and everything. But still. You're such losers.

Our mouths drop open.

- Excuse me?! I shove him lightly. Robin is your friend and I am your girlfriend, dumbass!

- I stand by it, he teases. Robin, you're in marching band writing melodies for Tammy Thompson, who sings like a Muppet. And Lila, you're on the school paper with all the nerds but still play in a rock band with Eddie Munson and his gang of freaks. Embarrassing.

- They're hobbies! Robin defends. At least we have some. Unlike Mr. Basketball who got outplayed by his girlfriend's stepbrother.

My jaw drops then I burst out laughing.

- Okay, fine, Steve shrugs. At least we don't sing like a Muppet.

- You're exaggerating! Tammy Thompson does not sing like a Muppet, I argue.

- I agree, Robin says, pointing at me.

- You're both insane. She can't hold a note. It's torture. He starts singing in a ridiculous nasal voice.

- Shut up, Robin laughs. She does not sound like that.

- I'm doing a perfect impression.

- No. You sound like a Muppet! I point at him.

- She sings like a Muppet! he laughs. Like a Muppet giving birth!

We all burst into laughter and start singing together:

🎶 And if you could hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever... 🎶

We're in full hysterics when the bathroom door slams open and Dustin and Erica storm in, furious.

- Okay! What the hell now?! Dustin snaps. Lily, you too? Seriously?

The three of us look at each other for two seconds and burst out laughing again, Steve collapsing against my leg while I lean against Robin's shoulder.

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