Pls Can I Request More Mason Mount X Fem Footballer Reader Pls Where They Are Playing Together But Instead

Pls can I request more Mason Mount x fem footballer reader pls where they are playing together but instead of him being on the side like the other one he’s right there when the reader gets injured?

𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

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summary: when y/n gets hit in the head stronger than many times before, mason can’t hold back his anger as he storms to the man who hurt his girl.

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mason mount x footballer!reader

mason mount x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, little description of eye injury, angry mase pt2, boyfriend!mase xoxo

word count: 1K+

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don’t steal any of my work please, thank you!

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆. This stupid bugger was practically up your backside this entire match, clearly ignoring your addresses along with the entire Chelsea team of ‘back the hell up’.

Mason had clung himself to your side for the remaining 45 minutes of the match, ignoring the yells for Tuchel to spread out and gain more area to score. But in this moment he didn’t care, you were currently winning 4-0, Mason’s sure they could spare another player as his body gravitated towards you.

Your eyes locked with Mason’s as the man in question walked straight into you, budging your shoulder and scoffing straight in your ear. You shook your head and took the time as Chelsea did some substitutes to walk over to Mason with a scowl on your face.

“I can’t do this, he’s pissing me off so much, Mase.” You rubbed your eyes with the palm of your hand, groaning upon hearing the boo’s of ‘time-wasting’ from the visiting fans of Stamford Bridge. Mason grabbed your wrist, “Hey, hey.” He tugged you hands away from you face, eyes tired from the long match that was only half way done.

“I know, okay? I want to sacrifice a second yellow card just to give him a piece of my mind.” Mason squinted his eyes upon the man who was stomping to the goal, aware of the corner kick in place.

Your eyes flickered up to him, “No, no. Please don’t do that, you’ll lose your golden boy status.” You teased, seeing his cheeks blush. You laid you hands on his rosy cheeks and stood on your tiptoes to press a small kiss on his lips.

Pulling away with smiles on your faces and awes from Azpi beside you, causing you to laugh and step away from your boyfriend of two years.

“I get it you guys are in love and all, but I kind of want a goal so get moving!” You heard Kai say from behind you, yanking the back of your shirt to tug you away from Mason even more and pushing you towards to corner kick.

As you strutted to your position to header the ball in, your eyes met the stupid son-of-a-bitch who made the last 50 minutes hell. You brushed his menacing stare off, breathing in deeply and settling yourself coincidentally next to Mason.

As the ball was taken, it hovered just about we’re you were. On instinct, you jumped up to header the football atleast near the goal. Instead, having an elbow straight to the eye.

You stumbled back from impact, hand covering your eye and face squinted in pain. The feeling only got worse, falling backwards into the person behind you as it became unbearable, your eyes feeling as it was thumping out of its socket.

The arms you fell into wrapped around you immediately, dragging your body onto the floor along with theirs. The figure spun you round and let their hands gravitate to your face, prying your hand away from the hit. You hesitated slightly, letting their hand snake around your wrist gently, fragile with you as if you would break.

“Hey, let me see, let me see.” You heard the familiar voice. Opening your eyes, you were met with Mason’s face contorted with worry directly infront of yours.

You smiled slightly at him, letting him know it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. He had been right next to you when the whole ordeal went down, he watched the second an elbow came in contact with your eye; when you jumped into his arms and whimpered in pain. He only felt rage.

He stood up upon causing a racket, many players gathering around you two. He walked towards Pulisic, “Look after her. I’ll be right back.” He said, not facing Christian, instead staring at the man who had injured his girl.

Christian’s eyes widened as he looked to where Mason was looking to, attempting to grab his arm and tug him away; Mason being too quick for him and already edging towards the culprit.

“Hey!” He yelled as his legs took him closer to the back of the player. He obviously didn’t hear Mason, casually walking further away and laughing to his teammates at your figure gaining medical attention; only fuelling Mason’s rage.

“Hey buddy, I’m talking to you!” He shoved the back of the player, causing the man to fall forwards and snap his head towards Mason. He squared up to Mason, shoving him straight back and cursing in his face. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You hurt my girl is what you did.” His pointed his thumb back to you laying on the ground, the man scoffed. “What? That little bitch?”

Mason was fuming, all his saw was red. And if he could punch this man in the face right now, he would, but ultimately lose his career. Instead stomping harshly on his foot, making sure to dig his studs in a little bit. He watched the man fall to the floor, the referee and crowd brushing it off as nothing, neither seeing what really went on, apart from Tuchel.

Tuchel immediately brought Mason off, worried about him earning a red card. Mason saw his number on the subs board held up, being switched with Chilwell.

He looked over at you, seeing you walk off at the same time as you. His eyes trained on a cloth and ice pack pressed against your injured eye. He smiled sympathetically at you.

Mason slowed down his steps so he could fall into a walk with you, his hand holding yours almost instantly. His height against yours allowed you to lean your head on his shoulder to allow him to lean his head down to kiss it softly, causing him to smile to himself as the man who did this to you had an embarrassing story to tell about his injury, no one believing that Mason Mount would purposely hurt someone during injury time; yet still ending up next to you, the one he loved more than anything by his side.

hope you liked anon!

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no thoughts just eddie in his lil bandana.

Can you write a steve x fem reader, where the reader is about to be killed by venca?

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(A/N): HEY thank u so much for being the first request on my restarted acc :) it means a lot to me that u took the time to send a request in and even though of it! I hope u enjoy :) sorry this took a while, if u haven’t seen one of my recent posts, I’m watching one stranger things episode a day so it’ll last longer LOL I wanna enjoy it as much as I can since it’s the last season 😭😭😭

Summary: Just about as you’re about to get killed in the Creel’s (once was) residence, you become near to death but Steve Harrington saves you <3

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

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“Okay, everyone stay in groups of two.” Nancy’s words quickly faxed from your mind as you stared at the clock, observing it. You didn’t even notice everyone getting their partner- not even Steve. “(Y/N)! You alright?” He asked, getting worried and putting his hand on your shoulder. You turned to look at him, “um yeah- sorry.” “It’s fine. We’re an uneven number so do you wanna come with me and Dustin?” He offered. “Yeah sure!” You said, with a smile that seemed to be contagious. “Alright, let’s go,” he said with a soft smile and turning around, and walking off into the Creel’s home.

You walked after, but you heard it. The clock. The old clock was ticking and ringing. You turned around and looked at it. It was now covered in this dark vines. You furrowed your brows and slowly walked up to it. You stared in disgust at the vines, and all the dirtiness of the clock. You didn’t really know how else to respond to this clock. The vines weren’t here before… were they? Did anybody else notice it? How long had they been there for? How could you not have noticed?

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Steve turned around to look at you- feeling something was off. It was a win-win if he didn’t see you or did. He would get to either save you and be the superhero or he could get to see your gorgeous face that he loved so dearly- which he couldn’t tell you yet. He began to walk slower and turned around. You were still staring at the clock. Why we’re you staring at the clock? He came to a stop watched a bit more. “Dude, what are you doing? Could you walk faster?” Dustin asked getting bothered at Steve blocking the entire doorway. Dustin noticed him staring at you and turned around. What could he be staring at?

Once you didn’t move it completely confirmed it for both of them. “(Y/N)?” Steve asked, walking past Dustin who followed, and went up to you. Your eyes. Your eyes were looking up, they were pale like a corpse’s- and they were twitching. Picking up what happened the previous day with Max, he knew what to do. Finally he’d get to save someone’s life and not just looking after the kids.

“Shit, shit, shit! Dustin! Get the Walkman!“ Steve demanded, pointing to the backpack. Dustin looked at him, and then ran towards the backpack. Luckily they decided to bring an extra one in case Vecna tried to possess one of you. “What’s her favorite song?” Dustin asked running to Steve with the Walkman and headphones in hand. Steve snatched it from Dustin and put the headphones on as quickly as he could before you started levitating.

Steve, being your best friend and your admirer, knew your favorite song by heart. His hands were trembling, his eyebrows were furrowed and he was desperately changing the song until it finally got to it. He turned up the music as loud as he could. “Please, please, please.” He muttered. He loved you, and most of the past few months on his mind revolves around you- he couldn’t lose you.

He began shaking your shoulder, trying to shake you awake as someone would do to someone having a nightmare. “Steve! That’s not gonna work!” Dustin said. “At least I’m trying!” Steve yelled in defense.

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Your eyes went from the clock, and then to Steve. “(Y/N) Are you alright?” He asked. “What the hell is wrong with that clock?” You asked approaching him. “I’m not sure.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "You shouldn’t worry about it,” his voice shifted to a deep, scary one you had never heard before. “It’s okay. You’ll get used to it eventually, and you will join us.” Your heart dropped and your breathing quickened. You pulled away as hard as you could, and saw this disgusting ugly monster. It’s skin looked like what was around the clock. “Holy shit,” you muttered, backing away slowly. “Don’t run. I’ll get you anyway. Your friends are useless. They will do nothing.” It said, getting closer.

“Please, please, please,” you heard Steve’s sweet voice again. You turned around and saw this opening back to the real world. You looked back at the monster and noticed how much closer it was getting. You ran as fast as you could back. Luckily it wasn’t too far away, so Vecna couldn’t react in time. “Fuck you! Fucking piece of shit!” You yelled at him, and entered through your old dimension’s opening.

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You almost fell back, and were breathing heavily. Steve and Dustin got to react in time and got you. “Holy shit!” Dustin yelled. “God! Are you okay?” Steve asked, bringing you into a warm, comforting hug. You nodded, and looked back at Dustin, then to Steve. You stepped back, “thank you guys for saving me.”

That’s what Steve had actually been waiting to hear this entire team he got himself into this mess with all his friends and classmates. The best part was that it was 𝘆𝗼𝘂 he got to save. He smiled “of course.” “Yeah. We should be to the others.” Dustin said beginning to walk off. You looked back to Steve and gave him a smile, before following after Dustin.

You could say Steve’s ego got a bit boosted after that. Now he could finally say he got to save you, his best friend and crush. Maybe his changes of getting with you after this crazy shit is over with after are higher now. He hanged his arm over your shoulder and walked you after Dustin, having the most stupid smile.

In memory of the purest and kindest boy Hawkins ever had, take your minute of silence and then a deep sigh. He's a hero!

Moonstruck - Part 1

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.

Requested by anon: Could I request a Eddie Munson (or Billy Hargrove) x Hopper reader? You can really do anything you want with this, I just love seeing the x Hopper stories!!

A/N: The much-needed Eddie fluff we all deserve after the disaster that was vol 2, my heart hurts for him, it's been a while since I felt like this for someone, I love him so much and I found comfort in this story that I already love, and I hope you will as well. Requests for this absolute angel are open, send them in if you have any. <3 I understand that it will be difficult for some people to see themselves as Hopper's daughter, but know that I wrote this imagining that he adopted her when she was younger. And yeah maybe the popular/loser trope is overused already but I couldn't care less :P.

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Eddie hated himself for it, how his gaze drifted back to her every time he wasn't talking with his friends; how he'd momentarily forget to chew on his lunch when she'd merely look his general way. He hated how beautiful she looked smiling with her friends all the way on the other side of the lunchroom; he hated how he had fallen for none other than the princess of Hawkins High.

"Eddie, are you listening?" Dustin snapped his fingers in front of Eddie.

He blinked, forcing his eyes to focus on the boy in front of him. The sounds of the mixed voices of students talking and laughing, sneakers scratching the ground, lunch trays hitting tables and faint singing of birds outside tuned back to Eddie's ears as the image of you became a distant blur when he averted his gaze.

"Yeah man, what's up?" Eddie popped another cashew into his mouth.

"I asked, what time is Hellfire tonight?" Dustin asked with big eyes, excited to battle the new monster they encountered in their last session. "You still haven't confirmed and I'm dying to kill that beast."

A smirk came to Eddie's lips, he furrowed his eyebrows pretending to think about it. "I'd say we meet at seven, I still have to stop by the library to pick up a chemistry book."

"You're studying?" Mike, who sat beside Dustin, chuckled at the thought of Eddie with his head buried in a book.

"Yeah, what of it, Wheeler?" Eddie jabbed back, leaning over the table and closer to Mike, making the boy shut his mouth promptly. "Mr. Anderson gave us a fucking assignment and I need to pass, just so I can shove my diploma on his face."

Eddie slumped back in his seat, the grin never leaving his face. "This is my year, guys." His smile faltered slightly when you came into his view, walking past his table and towards the exit; the afternoon sun making your hair and eyes shine. Eddie exhaled softly, he was such a loser. Deep down he knew you didn't even know his name, probably didn't even know he existed.

"… It's my year." He repeated to himself, looking away just before you walked out the door.

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The last bell rang indicating the end of classes for the day, students exited their classrooms in masses, chatting in the school corridors; some stopping by their lockers and others making a beeline for the parking lot.

Eddie did neither, he slung his worn backpack over his shoulder and walked through the less populated corridors towards the school's library. He passed by only a few other students, not missing the judgemental stares he received from some of them. He didn't bother meeting any of their gazes, amidst a crowd he had no problem in creating a commotion; but alone, he preferred to keep to himself. Deep down the title of being the school's freak was a heavy one to carry.

He opened the library doors, making them creak as they moved. An older woman looked up at him through her glasses, he gave her a nod with a tight-lipped smile. The library wasn't huge by any means, filled with a few rows of shelves loaded with mostly outdated books, with two big windows on the right wall to allow some natural light in and three round tables by the middle of the room for whoever felt like studying here.

The late afternoon sunlight barely peeking through the clouds cast an orange glow over the bookshelves, making dust particles fill the air as Eddie walked by.

His eyes scanned the paper labels taped to each shelf in search of chemistry books. Scrunching his nose in annoyance when he couldn't find anything.

"Excuse me?" A soft voice called Eddie's attention, making him turn his head only to be met with the person he'd been longingly watching throughout the year.

"It's Eddie, right?" You said his name with a small smile, taking half a step towards him. His mouth went dry at the same time his heart sped up.

"Um-" Eddie mentally kicked himself for forgetting how to form words, his brain still going haywire at the fact you knew his name. He settled for an overexcited nod.

"Could you maybe give me hand in reaching a book? It's way up and I'll probably knock the whole shelf to the ground if I keep trying to reach it myself." You chuckled, mindlessly pointing behind you with your thumb.

Your soft laugh brought heat to Eddie's cheeks. He blushed, he fucking blushed and he felt like a thirteen-year-old boy for it; but the timid smile on his lips let it show he was loving every second. "Yeah, of course."

You walked back to the row of shelves you came from, Eddie trailing right behind you. "It's that blue one right over there." You pointed up to a thick blue and white book that collected dust high up on the wooden shelf.

Eddie glanced up, dropping his backpack and standing up on his tippy toes. The tip of his fingers closed around the book and urged it to fall forward on his hand. With said book in hand, he passed his palm on the hardcover to reveal the title; it read 'Chemistry, second year and up'.

He handed the book to you, not caring that this was the same one he came here for.

"Thank you so much." You beamed, storing the book inside your backpack with a relieved smile.

Eddie picked up his own backpack, gripping tightly into the strap once it rested over his shoulder, burying his other hand in the pocket of his pants to stop it from fidgeting. "It's no problem."

"What were you looking for?" Pushing some strands of hair behind your ear, your gaze never left him. Up close, he was quite handsome. His big and gentle brown eyes captured your attention, making you not want to look away. Your friends spoke of him as if he was this freak, someone not worth sparing a glance towards and deserving of mean insults. You never really agreed.

"It was uh- just a literature book," Eddie said the first thing he thought of, averting his gaze for a second to stop the twirling in his stomach. Were you really making conversation with him?

"Already got it, nothing exciting." He chuckled nervously and patted the strap of his backpack.

"Nice, let's go then." You smirked at the flush on his cheeks, walking around him and turning backward when he didn't move.

"Go… ?" He furrowed his eyebrows in the most adorable lost look you'd ever seen, making you full-on smile.

"Leave. My dad is waiting outside and I suppose you're going home as well?"

Eddie's mouth opened and closed once as he thought of what to answer. Did you really want to be seen walking around with him? Even if most students were gone by now, heads would be turned if people saw you two walking side by side.

You raised an eyebrow at him, making Eddie slightly shake his head. "S-sure, I'm leaving too."

Walking the school hallways with less than a meter between him and you was something Eddie never thought would happen. The school was mostly empty by now, only a few scattered first years remained.

Eddie kept a safe distance from you as you walked, being extra careful to not overstep any boundaries and mess up the last little moments he had with you; which he would sure be replaying in his mind like a fool later on.

You kept rambling on to him about the chemistry assignment, the same one he would have to make. The hand gripping his backpack strap tightened on its hold, a faint smile was now permanent on his lips. He held on to every word you were saying, treasuring the way your voice sounded directed at him deep inside his heart. Sure this would be a one-off event yet feeling elated nonetheless.

Until the main school doors opened, and the real world greeted him with a slap on the face. His skin became a few shades paler when his eyes landed on the brown car parked further in the parking lot. The words 'Chief of Police' stood out proudly against the car's paint.

Princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police. The fact had been blurred inside Eddie's mind with your presence beside him. Yet now he could only imagine how much Hopper was wishing to kill him only for standing close to you.

"Thank you again for the book." You turned to Eddie, reaching a hand out to touch his forearm.

He shuddered under your unexpected touch, feeling goosebumps already crawling on his skin. He gulped, brown eyes looking at you with something akin to yearning.

"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" You took a few steps backward and away from him, giving him a small wave and smile of goodbye.

"I- yeah, see you, sure," Eddie called out, his voice losing volume by the end; being able to see Hopper boring his eyes into his soul from inside the car. He risked a last glance at your back, feeling his heart clenching inside his chest for having a taste of something that could never be his.

Eddie walked about four steps before stopping abruptly. Did you just say 'see you tomorrow'?

You plopped into the passenger seat, greeting your dad warmly with a kiss on his cheek.

Hopper took your backpack from you and threw it onto the backseat, his gaze moving to the retreating figure of Eddie. "Are you friends with that guy?"

You glanced in the same way, pursing your lips in thought before answering. "I guess so, why?"

"Hmm, looks like trouble," Hopper grumbled.

You turned to him with a glare, you knew it was just his protective side but it still didn't make it fair. "Dad, stop judging people by their looks, he's actually really sweet."

"Just be careful is all I'm saying." Hopper raised a hand in surrender, shooting you a soft glance as he started the car.

Your eyes drifted back towards the school grounds, now empty, you kept your gaze until the car turned the street and the building disappeared. Your mind replayed the image of his kind brown eyes and alluring smile. Really sweet indeed.

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A/N: I mean it when I say that Eddie has the kindest, most beautiful brown eyes, okay? Anyway, hope you liked the first part, the next one might take a while to be posted because I'm still thinking about how to proceed from now on.

Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

Eddie’s taglist: @milkiane @alicefallsintotherabbithole

Let me know if you wanna be added to his taglist.

Movies- Steve Harrington

A/n: I am on fire broooo

Request: Could you write a Steve x Reader where the reader is Robin's cousin who came to Hawkins to spend the summer with her? Steve tries to flirt with her when she enters the video store without knowing who she is.

Warning: Swears

You can't believe your cousin, Robin, is spending her day working. She promised to spend the summer with you and instead you're stuck watching her organize new films. You'd do anything for a distraction or entertainment.

"Robs, when does your shift end?" You groan, leaning against the cashier counter. Robin turns to look at you with a disappointed face and you realize it's not for a few more hours. You can't do anything because you left your wallet at her house and her mom dropped you both off. So, you're stuck here.

"If it makes you feel better my co-worker and friend is coming in soon." She grins, returning to her task. You roll your eyes, knowing her it'll be a band nerd or someone you have zero connection with. "He's like, super funny."

"Funny as in good jokes or funny as in band jokes I won't understand funny?" You ask, going behind the checkout desk to sit in the chair. Robin chuckles, shaking her head lightly.

"I think you'll really like him, you two are interested in the same things." She hypes him up again, which catches your attention. Usually, when you make a remark like you did she ignores you or admits they're nerds. But she's still building him up, so maybe he's more interesting than you thought.

You hear the door ring, alerting both of you that someone has entered the store. You look up to see one of the most handsome men you've ever seen. He's got great hair you must say. He's wearing the store uniform so you assume this is her friend.

"Uh, who is that?" The man points to you and you wait for Robin to introduce you. She gets up from the floor, walking over to where you sit. She gives the man a suspicious smile that gives you a hint that something is going on.

"This is Y/n, the cousin I told you about!" She says through her teeth. You watch as the man's jaw drops and his eyes dart between you two. He quickly recovers, clearing his throat.

"Well, I'm Steve, nice to meet you." He nods in your direction, and you flash him a warm smile. The room goes silent as you three try to think of something to say.

"Steve, do you mind watching the front? I have to grab something from the back!" Robin pipes up, already backing up towards the open door leading to the storage room. Steve nods, walking towards the desk you're sitting at. He stops right next to you and just stares. You don't know what to do and the way he's looking at you makes your face burn.

"I need to put my keys in that drawer." He finally speaks up. You realize how stupid you look, pushing the chair away from the desk so he can reach the drawer.

Once his keys are secure he walks to the other side of the desk, leaning on his forearms that are placed on the desk.

"So, you're related to Robin. Does that mean you like the same movies?" He asks innocently and you laugh at his assumption. You and Robin couldn't have more different tastes in movies. You love horror and romance and Robin likes Sci-fi and fantasy.

"Not even a little. Why?" You lean in, interested in where this is going. Steve gives you a charming smile and your heart skips a beat. He's so attractive, you need to scold Robin for not mentioning him sooner.

"They say a person's favorite movie is the window to the soul." He jokes and it actually makes you chuckle.

"What do you think my favorite movie is, then?" You raise an eyebrow, watching as he analyzes your face. His brows are furrowed in concentration as if he's actually scanning for the answer.

"Something scary for sure, you look like the kind of person who likes to use horror movies as an excuse to get close to someone." He slams his hand on the table as if he's had a breakthrough. You stare at him in disbelief that he somehow got it right. Maybe he has superpowers.

"Alright, Steve you got me. Now, let me try." You get closer to him, eyes searching his face. It's really an excuse to take him all in, every inch of his adorable face. "Romance, but the kind that makes you cry. I'd also say rom-com." You tease, and he moves away from you with an offended look.

"Rom-coms? You think I'm into that kind of garbage?" He jerks his head dramatically, telling you he's lying. He definitely likes those cheesy movies.

"I like that kind of garbage, I just need someone to enjoy them with." Steve freezes at your words and you can see the switch flip in his mind.

"I'll watch it with you. I mean, if you really need someone to watch with that badly." He shrugs, trying to act cool. It's cute how he suddenly changed his mind just to spend time with you. You're already falling for his odd charm.

"I'd like that," You smile, "I'm assuming you know where Robin lives so you can stop by any time." You can't hold back the huge grin on your face.

You spend the rest of Robin's shift talking to her and Steve, wishing you could stay longer than just the summer.