&&. Robin + Eddie 001 - Blog Posts

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“i should be the one checking on my eyes! wait, you’re definitely actually you, right?” logistically speaking, this could be an elaborate trick from the upside down to lure robin to her doom. okay no, this was real and she really had to stop thinking like that. physical contact was usually something she avoided, but eddie was someone she was comfortable with — although she barely had any time to react, so just had time to put one arm around him to pat his back. “it’s gotta be one hell of a campaign to stick around all summer.” if robin were given the opportunity for a responsibility free summer, she would most likely want to travel, not return to her hometown.

“i’m just, toeing the line. college. and i’m still working at family video! i’m saving up.” it was true, the glass jar shoved in the top of her closet was filled with bills. but what exactly was she saving for? the multitude of escape plans she had come up with in the past had never worked out. something was keeping robin in hawkins. maybe it was the fear of being out there in the world, alone, with no one to turn to or rely on if it all went to shreds. or maybe a minuscule doubtful piece of her mind had convinced her that one of the creatures they’d encountered in the past would follow her wherever she went. “and you, you haven’t made it big yet? i was hoping i’d already have a tape with your face on it!”

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he nodded, grinned, did a little spin for her. “as he lives and breathes. eddie munson, in the flesh.” some days he couldn’t believe his own eyes, when he caught his reflection in the mirror, blinking at him, staring with that confused and surprised look on his face. couldn’t believe that he was still here, among the land of the living. because that day in the upside down, he’d said his finaly goodbyes to the world, thinking that that was it. here he was, back in hawkins after all those years, 

he was alive, and so was his unlikely little group of friends that still hung about in that godforsaken town. “oh, trust me, it is a sadistic campaign, the likes of which hellfire club has never seen before.”, eddie explained, a glint in his eyes but he stopped himself from rambling - they’d be here all day once he got into the logistics of his campaigns. “chicago gets crazy and busy during summer. thought i’d escape to...a different kind of crazy.” he threw her a knowing glance. “besides, had to check up on all of you guys, see how you’re doing now the talk of the town’s moved away. tragic, i know. spare me your tears.”

eddie nodded and listened, recognized himself in her. he, too, had saved every penny, having scratched together just enough to fuck off immediately after graduation. “still working with harrington? how’s he doing? oh and keith, right? is he still, like, you know....as weird?” seriously, eddie had often wondered why the town had branded him a ‘freak’ just because he listened to metal and played a fantasy game, and not keith with...well, with his whole thing. it made eddie grimace.

so did robin’s comment, he waved it off. “don’t ya worry your pretty little head about that, i’m still a rockstar in the making. i’ll make it, i’m sure.” and he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince here. eddie looked around, as easy as talking to robin felt, he still didn’t feel exctly safe with so many people around.

“hey, do you wanna maybe get outta here? i got some, uh, pretty good shit from chicago that’s calling our names.”

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summer. the time of year that her parents annually end up inviting all of their hippie friends and heading down to lovers lake to reminisce about all the crazy shit they used to get up to as teenagers — robin could only ever hope to escape from such an event. it always resulted in the over sharing of way too many details concerning nude bodies diving into filthy water, not to mention the guy who insisted she call him uncle throwing his arm around her shoulder and jovially asking when it would be her turn to do that with her own friends. gross.

usually she’d take a dip in the water, but after ‘watergate’, she’d steered well clear. thus robin was bored, so incredibly bored. she chewed at the skin of her thumb, glancing over at the group of adult as they all laughed in unison. she supposed it was nice for her parents to have something like this to look forward to. she just wished she didn’t have to be a part of it every single year. come to think of it… no one was watching. surely they were too intoxicated and self-involved to notice if she snuck away, just for a few moments. she probably shouldn’t , just in case one of the real-life monsters of hawkins were to make a surprise appearance after two whole years. but selfishly she thought that right now, she’d much rather take that than endure a single minute longer of this.

hopping to her feet, robin slowly crept into the cover of the trees, taking the occasional look behind her. no one had seen her, just as planned. although things were apparently going too well, as barely a moment or two later, she stepped on a stick which gave way underneath her weight and with a stumble, she came out into a clearing.

“holy shit. eddie?” hands gripped onto both his forearms, an attempt to steady herself before letting go so he could gather his figures. he was definitely a sight for sore eyes. wait, hadn’t eddie escaped hawkins to go to chicago or someplace? he definitely had because she’d been longing to join him and do the exact same thing but then again, she couldn’t leave steve in hawkins. he’d probably spontaneously combust, or even worse, get himself killed. “why of all places would you come back to hawkins, huh? i thought you finally made it out of here!”

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he made sure that he’d gathered all the figurines and put them back into his box before he dusted his palms off on his trousers, got up, turned his head and met eyes with -

“fucking hell!” lips twisting into an incredulous smile, he set the box aside and, much like she had done moments prior, he grabbed hold of her arms. not for balance, but rather to make sure she was actually physically there, that it wasn’t his mind or the heat playing tricks on him. no, she was real. “art mine eyes deceiving me? or do i truly find myself within the presence of robin buckley? holy hell!”

and there’s no stopping himself - he’s really usually not this physical but fuck that - because he wasted no time pulling robin into a tight yet short hug. “nostalgia, i guess.”, he said with a shrug, grin never leaving his face. “my boss is travelling the states, closed the shop down for the sumemr. figured i’d come here. uh, do a campaign for the club, check on my uncle and all of you guys still stuck here.”

he had perhaps failed to mention that he’d been incredibly homesick during the last couple of months, for whatever reason. as much as he hated hawkins he could think of no better place to spend his summer. “what about you, huh? i’d figured you’d have gotten outta here already. what happened?”