Chapter 1: Static Sparks
The summer of 1985 in Hawkins was hotter than the devil’s playground, and the air at Scoops Ahoy was thick with the scent of waffle cones and unspoken tension. Robin Buckley, with her sharp tongue and even sharper wit, leaned against the counter, her sailor hat tilted defiantly as she eyed Y/N, the new hire who’d been nothing but a thorn in her side since day one. They’d been at each other’s throats for weeks—snarky comments, petty jabs, and glares that could melt ice cream faster than the sun.
‘So, Y/N, you gonna mop the floor or just stand there looking like a lost puppy?’ Robin quipped, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she twirled a scoop in her hand. Her blue eyes glinted with mischief, daring a response.
Y/N, never one to back down, smirked and crossed her arms, her own uniform hugging her curves in a way that made Robin’s snark falter for half a second. ‘Maybe if you stopped yapping for five minutes, Buckley, I’d get some work done. Or are you just jealous I’m stealing your spotlight as employee of the month?’
Robin snorted, stepping closer, the space between them crackling like a live wire. ‘Oh, please. The only thing you’re stealing is my patience. You couldn’t scoop a cone right if your life depended on it.’
‘Wanna bet?’ Y/N shot back, her voice low and challenging, her gaze locking with Robin’s. The air shifted, heavy with something neither of them wanted to name. They were enemies, sure, but there was a heat in their banter, a pull that made their insults sound like foreplay.
The shop was empty, the midday lull leaving them alone with their bickering. Robin stepped even closer, her breath hitching as she caught the faint scent of Y/N’s coconut shampoo. ‘You’re insufferable,’ she muttered, but her eyes flicked to Y/N’s lips, betraying her.
‘And you’re a control freak,’ Y/N fired back, her own heart pounding as she noticed the way Robin’s freckles stood out against her flushed cheeks. ‘But I bet I could shut you up.’
Robin’s smirk was dangerous now, her voice a husky whisper. ‘I’d like to see you try.’
Before either could think better of it, Y/N grabbed Robin by the collar of her ridiculous sailor shirt and yanked her behind the counter, out of sight from any prying eyes. Their lips crashed together, all teeth and fire, a collision of pent-up frustration and raw, undeniable want. Robin’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips, pulling her closer, while Y/N’s fingers tangled in Robin’s hair, tugging just hard enough to elicit a gasp.
‘God, I hate you,’ Robin panted against Y/N’s mouth, but her hands were already sliding under Y/N’s shirt, desperate for skin.
‘Feeling’s mutual,’ Y/N growled, her own hands roaming, feeling the heat of Robin’s body through the thin fabric. The tension that had been building for weeks was about to explode, and neither of them was backing down now.
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