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9/4/21

About me: 19, she/her, Lesbian, you can call me Rae!

requests: open only for stranger things (RULES FOR REQUESTING)

WLW ONLY!!

MASTER LISTS:

🖤 ATTACK ON TITAN 

💚 JUJUTSU KAISEN 

❤️ CHRISTMAS EVENT 2021

💛 ARCANE

💙 STRANGER THINGS

Things I love:

WOMEN

the gym

Being able to dress in a masculine way

Skate boarding

Music

The environment

Plants and animals!

Sports

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Leaving the party early 🥃

Sevika x femme!reader, smut!

Summary: The reader is Sevika's girlfriend and spends the evening with her at the last drop. Someone is too needy to wait until they get home, so they desecrate Silco's desk. Sevika and the reader are both stone lesbians in this, the reader is high femme.

6.2 k words, CW for alcohol, smoking, and rough, kinky sex

" Here.” You put down two glasses of Zaunshine and step around the card table. Sevika pulls you into her lap.

“Thank you, baby,” she says into your ear, breath tickling the sensitive skin beneath it.

The five men she is playing against are all wearing different amounts of disdain and annoyance on their faces but don’t dare to say a word. Instead, they all wait patiently as Sevika presses a kiss to your neck and readjusts your position so you sit comfortably on her left thigh, leaning back against her metal shoulder.

“Trump?” she asks absentmindedly and the youngest of the men shuffles in his chair, obviously impatient.

“Cups.” You can see a faint shimmer in his eyes. He has a good hand.

You know better than to underestimate Sevika, and it seems everyone except this newcomer does, too. They keep straight faces as your girlfriend hums and leans forward, snaking her prosthetic arm around your waist and holding you tightly to her chest.

“Well,” she sighs.

She draws a card from the stack and the kid can barely contain himself. One of the older guys grunts and shakes his head, throwing his cards into the middle and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He’s been playing with Sevika for years and knows she is about to teach this novice a lesson.

As the others take their time making their plays, you lean your head back against Sevika’s collarbone. She is hard and warm against your back, a mountain of muscle and metal. And she’s yours. You push your ass back into the crook of her hip, then you slowly, almost unnoticeably, grind forward on her thigh. Sevika flexes her thigh and tightens her grip around your waist, nosing at your bare shoulder. You decided to wear a short, skin-tight dress today, exactly the same color as Sevika’s cloak.

There is no better feeling than walking through the streets of Zaun with your lover’s arm around your shoulders, people’s eyes widening when they recognize who is walking next to you, and then quickly looking down, trying not to offend. It makes you feel invincible. You roll your hips forward again and feel Sevika’s breath on the back of your neck, making the hairs there stand up.

“Baby,” she murmurs warningly. You hum and cock your head as if particularly interested in the current player’s move. You know the effect your bare throat has on Sevika. She can be ravenous, oftentimes leaving your neck bruised and bitten after a long night between the sheets.

It’s her turn again. Only the kid and two other players are still in this round. The idiot rookie is practically drooling now. Sevika leans forward and draws another card, furrowing her brows as she inspects it. You roll your head into the hollow beneath her jaw and peek at her hand - she has the Magician, the Wheel of Fortune, the Empress, and the king of cups. Unless the kid has more trumps than her and only major cards, he's out of luck.

You press down into her thigh and sigh quietly, grabbing her metal hand and interlacing your fingers with hers. One of the men gives you a wary glance - he’s probably seen that hand in action and wouldn’t dream to come near it. You lift your conjoined hands to your face and press a gentle kiss to Sevika’s copper thumb, winking at the man. His adam's apple bobs furiously, then he looks away, inspecting his dusty boots.

“Do you really need it that bad?” Sevika whispers into your ear, quiet enough so no one will hear. You can feel your pulse quickening.  “Do you want me inside you, baby?”

You nod, squeezing her hand and grinding against her. You can hear her laugh through her nose, her chest jumping against your back.

“Want me to take you to the bathroom and bury my tongue so deep in your pussy you won’t even remember your own name?” Her voice is a low rumble, barely audible but still crashing into you like a freight train. You can barely stop yourself from whimpering.

“Do you think you could be quiet? Stay silent as I push three fingers in your wet little cunt and fuck you like the slut you are just a room over from this one?” Her lips graze the shell of your ear. “I don’t think so, love. I think you would scream so loud the entire bar would know how good I’m fucking you, how deep I’m inside you.”

The kid puts down his cards. One of the other guys has folded. Without missing a beat, Sevika leans forward to inspect them. You need to blink a few times to focus, vision still foggy from the picture she just painted. His cards are good, two Major Arcana ones, a three of cups, and a five of swords. He’s already eyeing the stack of coins on the table. The last player, a heavily tattooed, black-haired man, shows his cards. Two Majors, a three of batons, and a queen of coins. The newbie blows a breath out of puffed-up cheeks. His cups saved him - barely. All eyes rest on Sevika.

She gently fans out her cards on the tabletop and waits for the realization to sink in. The tattooed guy rolls his eyes and takes a cigarette from his friend’s pack. You bite your lip, watching the emotions play on the kid’s face. Disbelief, denial, concentration as he counts again, defeat, fury. He jumps up so fast his chair is knocked over. It hits the concrete floor with a bang and everyone in the room turns toward him.

He clenches his fists at his sides, his eyes tight slits as he looks back and forth between you and your lover. You draw your eyebrows together, a pitiful expression on your face.

“Ay!” Some other kid, probably a friend of his, calls over from the other side of the private room. He holds up two pints of beer and shoots the loser a warning look. The kid blows out another breath and turns to walk over to his rescuer.

The tattooed man leans over and puts the chair back into a standing position, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. He gives Sevika an amused look and she shakes her head at him. He collects the cards and begins to shuffle them while another player pushes the coins over to Sevika’s corner of the table.

Your girlfriend rests her warm, strong hand on your thigh, massaging the inside of it with her fingers. You lightly wriggle in your seat, trying to get her to go higher without spreading your legs for the entire room to see. Her thumb wanders up under the seam of your dress. The lace thong you’re wearing underneath is completely soaked, but she’s still too far away to feel it.

“I don’t think I’ll make it that easy for you,” she says into your ear, keeping her eyes focused on the dancing cards. “I think you need to wait a little longer, learn some patience. I can’t have you dripping all over me every time we’re out in public, keeping me from my business.”

You turn to face her, giving her your saddest and most pathetic look. Doe eyes usually work on her, she can’t resist you when you beg her like this. And indeed, she takes a deep breath, nostrils flaring. She licks her lips, fingers digging into your thigh. Then her expression clears and she picks up the cards she’s just been dealt, her face completely neutral again. You want to scream.

During the next game, you zone out completely. All you can think about is Sevika’s tongue dragging through your wetness, her glistening chin when she comes up and smiles at you, her fingers inside your mouth, her arms holding you in place as she fucks you without mercy. Your breath is shallow, your hips are moving on their own accord. Luckily, this round seems to be a lot more high stakes as the money piles up and all eyes focus on the table.

After a few rounds, Sevika folds her hand and leans back, spreading her arms over the back of the leather sofa. You decide to try again. Slowly, you lean forward to grab her copper cigar case and a lighter, making sure to present your ass to her. You can feel her eyes on your back, tingling up your spine. Turning to face her, you push the small cigar into her golden mouthpiece and flick the lighter. She holds your gaze as she takes the cigar and her lips tighten around the metal, taking a drag and releasing the smoke out of the corners of her mouth.

She pats your upper thigh and you let yourself fall back against her, pressing your temple to her jaw.

“Baby?” you whisper, arching your back to press your ass against her again. “Can we go?”

Sevika takes another pull of her cigar and blows out a few perfect rings of smoke.

“I still have some stuff to take care of. Will you be a good girl and wait your turn?” She rests her hand with the cigar on your thigh. A piece of ash falls off and you flinch at the tiny speck burning your skin. It feels like a needle pricking you.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sevika drawls. “Did that hurt?”

She wipes your thigh with the edge of her palm and a small darkened spot remains, as big as a pinhead. Handing you the cigar for a moment, she sucks on the tip of her thumb into her mouth and rubs it over the spot, leaving a shiny ring on your skin.

You’ve played with wax once before, and pain is a friend you welcome when it comes to you and your lover. If you were aching for her before, this is making you absolutely feral with want. Sevika seems to know. She lightly scratches your left thigh with her metal fingers, leaving red streaks behind.

“I need to go back to the office and sort some things out. If you behave, I’ll take you home and fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside you for a week.’”

You nod breathlessly, craning your neck to press a kiss to the silvery-blue scars on her cheek. She claps her thigh and looks around at the other players.

“Alright, guys, I’m out. Duty calls.”

A few of them mutter something back, but most are still enraptured in the cards on the table and in their hands. Sevika pats your ass and lets you get up first, letting her copper hand slide down your back and over the curve of your ass to stroke the inside of your thigh for a second. Then she gets up, pulls her cloak over her prosthetic arm, and immediately puts her hand around your waist again on the way to the door.

A few called greetings, a nod to the bar, then you’re out on the streets. It’s still relatively early in the night and Zaun is pulsating with lights and music, people desperately seeking distraction from their inner wasteland and willingly pursuing anything the fissures offer them. You pass a pair of enforcers who try hard to act like they’re not scared of Sevika. She chuckles to herself.

“Little rats, scurrying around here looking for scraps.” She pulls you closer and presses a hard kiss into the side of your head. You can feel the heat of her exhale on your scalp and snake your hand around her slim waist, squeezing back.

When you arrive at Silco’s headquarters, everything is dark. He’s up at the docks with Jinx, having left early to go along with something exciting she wanted to show him. Sevika unlocks the door and lets you in before turning and locking it again. Green neon light shines in from the street so you don’t turn any lights in the entrance hall.

Silco’s office is behind a heavy wooden door only he, Jinx, and Sevika have a key to. She unlocks it and takes your hand, flicking the lights on with the other.

“I just need to prepare some shipment forms and leave instructions for the second crew tomorrow. It won’t take too long.”

You sigh and throw yourself on the sofa in the corner while Sevika sits down at Silco’s desk. She begins sorting through some paperwork and you stare up into Jinx’s web of planks and ropes, covered in drawings and splashes of color. That girl has a screw loose, but you usually don’t mind her presence. On the rare occasions that you met, she was always nice to you, although quick to try and embarrass Sevika in front of you. Calming your girlfriend down after those encounters involved a lot of reassurance and praise, making sure she knows how much you love and respect her and how everyone else does, too. The latter, at least.

Sevika coughs and you look over to her, bent over her forms and scribbling intently. Your gaze wanders over her silky dark hair, her smooth brown skin, her furrowed brows, her curved nose. Her tongue darts out between her lips as she sketches something on the paper. Sometimes you think you'll die just from looking at her.

You get up and slowly walk toward her. She barely looks up. You round the desk and lean back on it right next to her, trailing your fingers over her shoulder.

“Not yet, baby. I’m busy.”

You let out a little whimper, rubbing your thighs together. Her hand grabs your knee, stilling your movements.

“Stop that. Be patient.”

“Please…” you whine and pull yourself up on the desk. Slowly, you spread your legs, the fabric of your dress riding further and further up until your clothed core is exposed, dark with wetness.

Sevika closes her eyes, nostrils flaring. You know she can smell your arousal. You smell it, too, sweet and dark, your love’s biggest weakness. Her grip on your knee tightens.

“You’re killing me, Y/N.” You perk up at the use of your given name. She usually only calls you pet names.

She pushes her forms to the side and pulls you into the middle of the desk, then she scoots forward between your spread legs. Massaging the insides of your thighs, digging her metal thumb in just a little too hard, she leans her forehead against your chest.

“I need to work, don’t you see that?” Her voice is hollow as her hands go higher, caressing your hips and pushing the fabric of your dress up further until her fingers hook around the seam of your thong.

You lean back on your hands and lift your hips so she can pull your underwear over your thighs. A clear string of wetness hangs between the fabric and your throbbing cunt for a second, mesmerizing both of you. Then Sevika pulls the silky lace over your knees and wrestles it over your leather boots. Her chest lifts with every hard breath she takes. Her eyes meet yours. They’re almost completely black.

“Come here, you little brat.”

You scoot forward and bend over in hopes of a kiss. She grants it to you, dragging her tongue against yours lazily. Without warning, she thrusts two fingers all the way inside you. You gasp into her mouth, knocking your forehead against hers and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Shhh, what’s wrong, baby? Isn’t this what you wanted?” She curls her fingers inside you, making your toes curl.

“Yes,” you moan, fighting for breath.

“Do you know what my problem is?” Sevika asks, leaning back in her chair without pulling out of you. The pads of her fingers rest on that perfectly tender spot inside you, every tiny movement shooting electricity up your spine. A pat of her metal hand on your thigh makes you jerk your head up.

“What?”

“Today I thought, you know what, I’ll take my girl out for a drink, bring her with me as a good luck charm. So I take you to the Last Drop, buy you a drink, make sure you’re nice and cozy, let you sit right on my lap in front of everyone.” Her copper fingers wander up your body and pinch your nipple, making you cry out. “I mean, I gotta show them you’re mine, right?”

“Yours,” you pant, “yes.”

“But it seems I underestimated just how much of a needy little slut you are, how I can’t even let you sit on my lap without you getting all riled up.”

You’re paralyzed by her fingers inside you, excited and terrified of what she will do next.

“So I think to myself, I’ll take you here while I finish up instead of sending you home and joining you later. I don’t wanna make you wait all alone. God knows you’d start getting off without me.” She curls her fingers again and you sigh deeply. She frowns at you. “Tell me you would have waited for me.”

“I wouldn’t…” you whine, “I would, I -”

Sevika smiles triumphantly.

“I know, baby. You just can’t help yourself. All evening you’ve been thinking about me filling you up, about my face between your legs. I’ll make it better.”

She pulls her fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth, standing up and pressing closer. You suck on them desperately, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

“Taste yourself, baby. That’s a good girl.” You moan around her fingers, sucking harder. “God, I love that pretty mouth of yours.”

She pulls her hand back and you let go with a pop before Sevika finally captures your lips with her own again. Her tongue presses into your mouth, wet and thick, sinking into you for a moment before she pulls back and runs her metal hand over her hair.

“Don’t move.”

She rushes out of the office, boots heavy on the tile floor. You’re left alone on Silco’s desk, the cool air brushing against your wet folds. You shiver. After a minute, your girlfriend returns, still wrapped in her cloak. You shoot her a questioning look as she sits back down in her chair and scoots close.

“I need to finish this paperwork so the others can do their job in the morning. But if you’re so desperate, I’ll make the wait more enjoyable. She unclasps her cloak and lets it fall over the backrest of the chair. A bulge in her pants captures your attention. She wasn’t packing earlier, you would have felt it on her lap.

“For me?” You whisper, delighted.

“Come here.”

You slide off the desk and step closer on unsteady legs before straddling your lover. Your foreheads touch as you slowly open the button on her pants and pull down the zipper, holding your breath in anticipation. A strap-on the same color as her skin is trapped in her pants, fastened into a boxer harness. You feel yourself salivate as you pull it out and weigh it in your hand.

“It’s so big,” you whisper. The strap-on you’ve used before at home is a lot smaller. You’ll have to fight to get this one in all the way.

“Oh, you’ll make it fit.” Sevika grabs your jaw and makes you look at her. “Won’t you, baby?”

You nod and lower your head again, feeling wetness run down the inside of your thigh and on Sevika’s pants. You grind forward and whimper as your clit grazes the base of the strap.

“You’re gonna sit on my strap,” Sevika says, “and stay there with me buried deep inside you until I’m done. No fucking yourself on it, no bouncing around and distracting me. You’ll stay quiet and you’ll be grateful that I allowed you to keep me warm while I work.”

“Yes, Sir,” you mumble.

“Now make it nice and wet for that pretty pussy of yours.” You hold her gaze as you let a thread of spit fall from your lips, perfectly hitting the head of the dildo, then you start spreading it with your fingers. “Good girl. Come on, show me how well you can take it.”

You lift your hips and guide the strap-on between your legs, slowly sinking on it until you’re halfway down. You feel impossibly stretched out, the pain making you slightly dizzy.

“It’s so big,” you gasp, digging your fingers into Sevika’s shoulders.

“Shhh, baby. You’re doing so good. Here.” She strokes your cheek with her thumb, then she presses it into your mouth and you close your eyes, sucking on it as you sink deeper. “Look at how well you’re taking my strap, baby. You look so beautiful like this, all filled up.”

Her metal hand grabs your ass hard, making you hum around her finger. You feel yourself hitting the fabric of her boxers with your clit and sigh, releasing her thumb from your mouth.

“There you go.” Sevika’s voice is gentle, soothing. “Now give me some time to finish up here, okay?”

You nod, still unable to speak, and let yourself fall forward against her. Burying your face in her neck, you wait until your body adjusts to the size of the strap-on inside you. Sevika is already absorbed in her strategy plan again. Slowly, carefully, you push your hips forward an inch. Your clit brushes against her boxers again and you press an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, repeating the movement.

You do your best not to disturb your hard-working girlfriend, moving your hips in tiny waves as you grow more and more desperate. You long to sit up and fall down on her strap again, long for her to slam into you. You’re growing wetter and wetter as you try to increase the friction to your clit, but there’s no way, so you have to content yourself with minuscule movements that send tiny flashes of heat up into your stomach.

At some point, Sevika wraps her mechanical arm around you, probably trying to get you to move less. You sigh into her shoulder and consider squeezing your hand between you to use your fingers on yourself. As if she knows what you were thinking, Sevika adjusts in her chair, making you shudder as she moves inside you.

“You’re not thinking of disobeying me, are you?” Her breath is hot in your ear.

“No, never.”

“You wouldn’t dream of fucking yourself on my strap until you cum while I’m busy with work, right? You would never just touch yourself after we said you needed to wait, would you?”

“I wouldn’t!” You cry out, using the moment to grind forward and shivering with pleasure.

“You wouldn’t.” You can hear the smile in her voice as she tightens her arm around you and begins writing again.

If this goes on much longer, you’ll actually cry from frustration. You press your forehead into the crook of her neck, dragging it against her skin and nuzzling your nose under her jaw, rubbing your face against her. She sighs and jerks her thigh, thrusting the strap-on even deeper inside you. You bite down on her neck.

“Five minutes,” she growls through her teeth. “Five fucking minutes, Y/N.”

You still completely, hoping she’ll work faster if you wait this out. The sound of her pen scratching over paper is the only sound that breaks the silence. You can feel your insides convulsing around the strap-on, searching for movement, for friction, anything. Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You press a chaste kiss to the small hollow behind Sevika’s earlobe. The pen clatters to the tabletop, then papers are stacked and placed in a drawer. Then, silence.

Slowly, you lean back and blink up at your lover through teary eyes. She cocks her head, looking at you with soft adoration, then she brushes a tear from your cheek.

“Hey. What’s this about?”

“I need you,” you whisper, grinding forward again. Her hands fall to your hips.

“Speak up, baby.”

“I need you to fuck me. Please, I’ve been waiting so long.” Your bottom lip quivers as you give her your best doe eyes again. “I’ve been a good girl for you.”

Sevika melts right in front of you. Her hands tighten on your hips and guide them upward. Both of you watch as the strap-on becomes visible.

“God,” Sevika breathes, “I fucking love your pussy. You’re divine.”

Not taking her eyes off the strap vanishing inside you, she suddenly snaps your hips back down on her. You cry out, the sound echoing in the large room.

“Yes!” You hold on to her shoulders and let your head fall back, exposing your throat. Sevika is there in a heartbeat, sucking a mark into the delicate skin as she pulls your hips up and slams them down again.

“Look at you, baby. You need it so bad, don’t you? Need me to fill you up and fuck you until you can’t think?”

You nod frantically, forcing your tired thighs to cooperate as you bounce on her lap, your gasps getting louder and more erratic.

“You’re already doing so well on your own, I’m not even doing anything.” Sevika’s hands massage your ass, spreading your cheeks. “Tire yourself out on my strap, baby, fuck yourself on me until you’re too exhausted, then I’ll take care of you. I’ll fuck you nice and deep, right on this table.”

She uses her metal hand to pull down the neckline of your dress, taking one of your nipples into her mouth and sucking hard. You whine and start scratching her shoulders, trying to find purchase and ending up burying your fingers in her hair. Her other hand wanders lower, deeper in between your cheeks until her forefinger brushes over the sensitive ring of muscle there.

You pant, instinctively pushing back against her fingers. She grins up at you before sucking another mark into the soft skin of your other breast. Then she presses the tip of her finger inside and you pull her hair hard, making her hiss and sink her teeth into your soft flesh. You slam yourself down onto her strap, beginning to mumble curses, pet names, love declarations. You know you’re getting close, and you haven’t even touched your clit yet.

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp, and half expect her to punish you by stopping.

Sometimes, she edges you for hours, bringing you to the brink of orgasm dozens of times and denying you release until you’re a crying, begging mess. But she seems to have different plans today.

“Touch yourself for me.” Her metal arm holds you tight, supporting your movements.

She continues covering your breasts in lovebites and you shove your hand between your bodies, finding your swollen clit waiting for the final push over the edge. It barely takes three strokes of your fingers, and then you’re howling her name. Sevika pushes her finger deep inside you while she slams you down on her strap and bites down on your nipple.

Your orgasm seems to go on forever, your lover forcing your movements even as you hang limply in her arms, a long, continuous whine escaping your lips. When you finally come to, you tap her shoulder.

“Too much,” you slur, “too much.”

Sevika hugs you tight, letting you breathe for a moment as you sit with her strap buried to the hilt in your cunt. Then, she stands up and sits you down on the table, grabbing the backs of your knees and pushing your legs up so she could see herself move slowly out of you. You lean back on your elbows, pleading for a break, just a moment to breathe.

“Uh-uh.” Her voice drips like dark syrup as she pulls out up to the tip and then slowly pushes forward again, stretching you out. The angle is even more intense like this.

“I know it hurts, baby, I know. You’re just a little overwhelmed right now, but you can take it. Take my entire strap, take it so deep, baby.” She bottoms out inside you and your eyes roll back into your head. “I’ll go slow for you, but I won’t stop. You just have to relax for me.”

Your heavy breaths fill the room as she keeps a slow pace, pulling out as far as she can and then driving home deep inside you. You feel exposed, your pussy on show for her, making wet, obscene noises as she fucks into it. After a few minutes, you feel the pressure building in the pit of your stomach again. You need her closer, deeper.

You whine and grab at your lover’s strong upper arm, fingers slipping and finding no purchase.

“What do you need, baby?” She’s breathing more heavily now, struggling to keep her slow rhythm instead of slamming into you. You whimper again, pawing at her. “Use your words.”

“Harder,” you whisper. “Please.”

“Hmm,” Sevika cocks her head, considering. “Do you deserve it? Have you been a good girl? I’m not sure.”

“I have, I waited for you,” you whine, “I waited so long! Please!”

“You want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours? Make you scream right here in Silco’s office, spread your cum on his desk? How bad do you want it, baby?”

You haul yourself forward, interlacing your fingers behind the back of her neck and pulling yourself close. Looking up innocently at her, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Sevika’s eyes flash and she thrusts into you hard, grunting. Then she spits in your mouth, hitting your tongue. You make a show of swallowing it.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Sevika growls and pulls your ankles over her shoulders, then she grabs your lower back and slams into you. You hold on for dear life, her breath mixing with yours in the small space between you as she spears you on her strap again and again.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, yes,” you moan and she crashes her mouth against yours, teeth clicking together and her tongue finding yours. You suck it into your mouth, desperate and hot, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling as her thrusts increase in speed.

Her hands are everywhere, over your back, in your hair, on your ass, on your neck. Her metal hand grabs your jaw hard and forces it open again. Some of Sevika’s spit hits the corner of your mouth and she smears it over your cheek, wild eyes boring into yours.

At some point, your strength leaves you and you fall back onto the table, arching your back and trying to find something to hold on to as she fucks you into oblivion. Your hand sneaks over your stomach, trying to reach your clit again. Sevika slaps your hand away.

“You want to come, baby?”

“Yes!” You force yourself to look at her. She smiles.

Then she spits on your clit and starts rubbing circles into it with her thumb. Everything else fades away. There is only the thump of her hips against your ass, her copper fingers digging into your breast, her warm thumb heavy on your clit, her strap splitting you open for her, her hot breath on your thigh before she bites into it and you’re falling into sweet nothing.

Your entire body convulses as heat explodes through your veins, knocking the air out of your lungs. You almost choke on the impact, drawing in a ragged breath and scratching your nails over the wooden tabletop.

“Fuck!” you manage to shout and fight yourself up on your elbows. Sevika has slowed down, staring at you like you’re the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen. Her mouth hangs open and her thumb strokes your clit again, making you jerk up and laugh breathlessly.

“No more, please,” you whimper against her lips. She runs the tip of her tongue over yours, then she looks down to where your bodies are conjoined and slowly pulls out.

You let out a relieved sigh, scooting forward to jump off the table. But Sevika is not done yet. She sinks to her knees between your legs and runs her hands up the insides of your thighs.

“Oh baby, you’ve made such a mess,” she purrs. “Look at that destroyed little pussy, leaking all over the table. Who’s gonna clean this up?”

You fight down the instinct to close your legs and escape her burning gaze.

“I don’t know,” you whisper.

“Do you want me to do it?” She squeezes your thigh and gently blows air on your sensitive clit. “Wash you with my tongue, make sure I get deep inside and swallow every last drop of cum?”

You caress her hair with a shaky hand, nodding sheepishly. You have no idea how you’ll survive this. But there is no other way, her face is determined. You sigh. “Yes, please.”

Sevika begins slowly by pressing soft kisses to the inside of your thigh, making her way up to your pussy, and gently running her tongue over your clit. You shiver, knees trembling. Then she drags her tongue through your wet folds, meeting your gaze.

Your face is hot with exhaustion and the rush of intimacy. Sevika is so incredibly unapologetic about her desire for you, so unbothered by anything you might have hidden from another lover, so devoted to every single inch of your body. You had never known how good sex could feel before you met her. She lets you reach for the stars and she has never failed to bring them down to you.

Her broad tongue laps at you, evoking a pleasant tingle between your hips. She licks the tops of your thighs, the soft skin around your entrance, then she sinks her tongue inside and drinks you in. Her lips close around your clit and she sucks gently, making you moan and grab her head, pressing her closer. She grunts and sucks harder, dragging her hot tongue up and down over your core.

You can already feel yourself approaching another high, slow and gentle this time, but Sevika has other plans. Her mouth wanders lower, tongue pressing into the tender flesh beneath your entrance, then she pushes your thighs up for better access and goes even lower.

“Oh fuck, baby…” You’ve never felt her lips there, never known how intense it would feel. She laps up the wetness that has run down between your cheeks, then she swirls her tongue over your hole and gently pushes the tip inside. You let out a high-pitched moan and wrap your hands around your thighs, pulling them closer to your chest.

Sevika hums appreciatively and runs her hand over your ass, slapping it hard and kneading it. You can feel your nails digging into your skin and bite your lip, trying not to lose yourself. But then her tongue pushes in harder, teeth grazing your skin, and her thumb sinks inside your dripping cunt.

Her fingers lay gently on your clit as her thumb presses up against your g-spot. Her hot, wet mouth works on your ass and something wells up in your stomach, dark, dangerous, like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You desperately pull your lover’s hair and her tongue pushes inside you again, fingers rubbing up and down your clit. Her thumb fucks you gently, shallowly. The combination is too much, it’s delightful and torturous and oh, oh -

Your orgasm hits you without warning, slams through you like an explosion and in the middle of it, Sevika’s mouth keeps eating you out, her fingers don’t stop moving, her moans envelop you and make you feel safe as you ride out your high.

When your body finally stills, sweaty and numb, she gently pulls out and lets herself fall into her chair. You roll your head to the side and watch her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand before she runs her eyes up your body, caressing every inch of it with her loving gaze. When you hold up a hand and reach out, she pulls you up and lifts you off the table, right into her lap again. Your clit grazes the cold, sticky strap-on and you flinch - too sensitive.

“Shhh.” Sevika strokes your hair and presses tiny kisses to your cheeks, your forehead, your nose, your mouth. You both have to smile against each other’s lips. “Want me to take you home, baby?”

You nod and bury your head in the crook of her neck. She chuckles quietly, adjusting your dress to the correct position again. Then she bends to pick up your underwear and pockets it without comment. You help her remove the strap-on from her boxer harness and she lets it fall into a small bag she wears under her cloak.

When you finally stand again after what felt like an eternity, your knees are still wobbly. Your girlfriend wraps a strong arm around your back and you hold on to her waist. You fall into step as you walk toward the door, boots thumping a heavy rhythm. Sevika flicks off the light and locks up.

When you’re out on the street again, people give you curious looks that quickly turn into respectful nods toward Sevika. You must look thoroughly fucked. And as if on cue, wetness starts leaking out of you, smearing between the tops of your thighs with every step. You smile and press your temple against your lover’s chest. She squeezes your shoulders and kisses the top of your head.

“You okay?” she asks in a low voice. You smile up at her.

“Never better.”

-

Bonus: The next morning. Silco's office.

“Sevika?”

“Yes?”

“The next time I find an imprint of your girlfriend’s private parts on my desk I’ll personally hand you over to the enforcers.”

“Understood, boss.”

“Good.”

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I Should Be So Lucky

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader x Nancy Wheeler (Established Robin x Reader relationship)

Word count: 10.9k (oops)

Summary: Nancy has been single for a while. You and Robin offer her something that she’s been missing.

CW: SMUT 18+. Threesome! Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Praising. Thigh riding. Robin watches. Masturbation. Overstimulation. Fingering (All receiving) Oral (all receiving) Robin is the ultimate giver.

AN: This was difficult to write so I apologize for any mistakes. The ending is rushed because I just wanted to finish I’m sorry. Also Barb is alive and well and dated Nancy for a while because I said so!

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“Holy hell. You guys really went overboard” A collection of various size shopping bags dangle from Robin’s hands. She trails behind you and Nancy as the three of you enter your house after a long day of shopping at Starcourt. “I feel like my arms are gonna fall off!”

You shake your head fondly and sigh. “Nobody told you to carry all of the bags babe.”

“Yea. You could have at least let me carry some of my own bags, Robin.” Nancy adds in with a teasing lilt.

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Everything [part three]

[[PART ONE]] [[PART TWO]]

Pairing: Robin Buckley/ Female Reader

Retested By: NA

Word Count: 2,409

Summary: The promise of a new school year brings a harsh end to your perfect summer and threatens your friendship with Robin.

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Summer turned to fall faster than anyone would have liked. The heat was still there, allowing you to pretend for one last day that summer would be never ending. But when the sun set and you left Robin's house in the front seat of Nancy's car, you couldn't help the ball of dread that settled in your stomach on the drive home.

"At least it's senior year," Nancy said, trying to pull you out of your silence. "As long as you don't pull an Eddie you'll be done with school in nine short months."

She was right, as usual. But you weren't upset about having to go to school. You actually liked school. And you looked forward to carpooling with Robin each day. What you were dreading was the finality of senior year. This time next year you'd be a high school graduate. You'd be prepping for courses at the community college and probably still trying to decide what to do with your life.

The carefree fairytale of this summer was ending. The endless days at Steve's pool were over. Driving around with Robin and Nancy well into the middle of the night was over. Being able to see Eddie's band play every Tuesday at the local dive was over. Sure, you'd still be able to do those things sometimes. But the joy of teenage impulsivity had dwindled each day the calendar crept closer to the first day of school.

You and Robin were the last two of your group still in high school. Eddie had finally gotten his act together the last half of the previous school year and managed to graduate by the skin of his teeth on his second try. He always said it was thanks to Nancy and Jonathan for kicking his ass into gear. But you all knew it was all him. As soon as someone other than his uncle believed in him, he could do anything.

Robin picked you up in her mom's car. Bowie played quietly from the speakers as you drove across town. "I'm not ready for this," Robin sighed as she drove. "I want it to be summer again."

You agreed silently. You didn't trust yourself to speak. You were afraid you'd reveal just how much you were not looking forward to senior year and make her mood worse. And there was nothing you could think of that would be worse than dulling Robin's beautiful shine, even by accident.

When you found each other at lunch you could tell Robin's day was not going well. She was slouched even further down in her seat then normal as she picked at a bag of potato chips in front of her.

"What's up?" You asked quietly, nudging her with your elbow as you reached to grab a chip from her bag.

She groaned, dropping her own chip back onto the table. "I hate senior year."

"And why do you hate senior year?" You probed gently.

"AP history is gonna kick my ass, the syllabus was, like, 100 pages long." She started, crossing her arms over her chest. "I got seated next to the most annoying kid in band. Oh, and the AC in Click's room isn't working so have fun with that."

"Oh, honey," you cooed. "It's only the first day. It'll get better." You placed your hand on her knee under the table. You had to admit that you were shocked when she jerked her leg away.

She stood from the table and quickly gathered her trash. "I'm uh…" she started as she backed away from your table. "Library. Going to the library." You started to stand, ready to join her. But she quickly stopped you. "Just gonna grab a book and head to study hall." She told you. And then she was gone. And you were left alone in the middle of the cafeteria.

The ride home that afternoon was quiet. But it wasn't the comfortable, calming quiet you were used to. It was awkward. Robin's hands were tight on the steering wheel as she stared through the windshield. You pressed yourself as far into the passenger side door as you possibly could. Your touch earlier had scared her and you didn't want to risk doing it again. So you sat in silence, stiff as a board against the door.

You spent that evening in your room. Completely alone and shut off from your parents. Your mother had asked what was wrong when you told her you weren't hungry at dinner time. You didn't even try to come up with an excuse. She mumbled something about public schools being a breeding ground for germs on the other side of your bedroom door before you heard her footsteps retreat down the hallway.

You rolled over to lie on your back on top of your comforter. You were in the same position you'd been two months ago, the night you and Robin had secretly shared a bag of rainbow colored candies after Nancy fell asleep. You stretched your hand out to the side. It came to rest in the spot that Robin had fallen asleep that night, her body curled so tightly against yours. Tears pricked painfully at the backs of your eyes as you slowly moved your hand over the soft fabric. You weren't sure what exactly you had done to cause Robin's reaction at lunch, but you were determined to never make that mistake again.

The rest of the week was much the same as the first day. Robin would pick you up, you would try to make conversation, and you would pray to whatever God would listen that you could undo whatever it was you had done. She no longer sat next to you at lunch, instead opting for the opposite side of the table. Your conversations were surface level at best. School, homework, her work schedule. You'd even resorted to asking how her parents were just to get something out of her.

You decided not to go to Nancy's house on Friday. It had been decided over a week ago that the three of you would have your inaugural girls night of the school year at her house that night. But you just couldn't do it. You'd made things weird with Robin. So when she called to confirm what time she'd pick you up you had your mother tell her that you weren't feeling well.

"Why don't you want to go to Nancy's?" She asked after hanging up. "You always have fun with those girls."

You sighed as you walked away from her. Your feet took you slowly down the hallway and into your quiet, dark bedroom. And that was where you spent your night.

Monday at lunch Robin seemed chipper. You had a glimmer of hope that whatever had happened last week was forgotten. Ancient history. But the moment she sat down on the opposite side of the table and started telling you about her day, that glimmer was snuffed out unceremoniously.

"So, Joey kinda asked me out," she told you with a smile. Your heart sank to your stomach. You felt your throat go dry instantly at her words. The smile she wore as she tore open a bag of Cheetos was enough to bring you to tears.

"Who-" you started, your voice catching in your throat. You took a drink of the school provided milk and cleared your throat before continuing. "Who's Joey?"

"He sits next to me in band."

"Last week you called him the most annoying kid in band."

She shrugged and popped a Cheeto into her mouth. "I don't know," she started as she chewed. "I guess he's grown on me."

Now it was your turn to make an abrupt exit from the lunch room. But you didn't have time to sloppily gather your trash before bolting away from the table. You didn't even know where you were going. You just had to be away from there. Away from her. Never in a million years did you think you'd ever be running from Robin. But here you were.

You found yourself outside of the library. Tears started to rain down on your cheeks as you opened the heavy wooden door. You made your way to the far back corner of the library. A corner that nobody uses. You sat down, your back to a shelf as your shoulders heaved with sobs. You knew you were being loud in the one place you were supposed to be quiet. But you didn't care. It didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter in that moment.

A few hours later, after sixth period, you ran into Robin in the hall. You stopped her, touching her arm for just a moment to halt her quick pace. "I gotta stay late after school," you told her. Your eyes were trained on your tennis shoes as you spoke. "So just head home without me. I'll walk."

"I don't mind wait-"

"Don't worry about it." You cut her off. "I can walk." And with that you turned to walk away from her toward your next class.

You didn't want to walk away from her. You never wanted that. From the moment you met her all you could think about was how to get near her. Not in a creepy way. But in a "you have the most immaculate energy and I want to be around you forever" way. But knowing that she was going to be going out with some kid named Joey was too much for you. Even his name seemed to make you angry the more you thought about it.

That night you called Robin and told her that you wouldn't be needing rides to and from school anymore. You lied to her, which you hated. But you hated the truth even more. You knew that you couldn't tell her that you were so desperately in love with her that the idea of Joey having his dirty little hands all over her at the movies made you physically sick. You couldn't tell her that seeing her with him might just be enough to kill you. So you lied. You told her that your mom was going to let you use her car from now on.

"Are you sure?" She asked quietly. "Thought you liked riding with me." She sounded almost hurt over the phone.

"Yes," you answered. You felt your chest tighten as you spoke. "Just makes sense this way, in case I have to go in early or stay late again."

She agreed hesitantly. You wanted to scream into the phone. But instead, you simply told her that you weren't feeling well and had to get to bed.

You felt lonely as you stood at the bus stop on the corner the following morning. There were half a dozen middle schoolers standing with you, but you felt lonely. You wanted to be in Robin's car. You wanted to listen to Bowie or Springsteen as she tapped her fingertips on the steering wheel. You wanted back what you had shared this summer. But as you stood a few feet away from the rest of the small group waiting for the school bus you knew you would never get that back.

When the bus arrived you climbed on behind the middle schoolers and walked to the back of the bus. Slouching into the old seat, you rested your head against the window with a sigh.

The bus smelled weird. Like vomit and Tang. You hated it with every fiber of your being. Combined with the dark pit in your stomach, you thought that this has to be the worst day of your life. You'd lied to Robin to avoid her and now you were being punished by having to ride the worst public school bus in the world.

This was how it had to be, you decided. You couldn't fix whatever had happened with Robin last week. You couldn't go back and relive your perfect summer. You couldn't tell her that you loved her.

So you accepted that this was how it had to be. You on the bus instead of riding with Robin. The sounds of younger kids yelling at each other instead of Robin's favorite music.

The old bus lurched to a halt outside of the high school. The brakes screeched, drawing the attention of almost everyone who was outside the school. You silently hoisted your backpack over your shoulder as you stood to exit the falling apart vehicle.

You threw a glance over your shoulder as you shuffled forward. You looked forward at the green backpack of Gary Bryant in front of you before your head snapped to the side. Her blue eyes were opened wide beneath her blunt bangs.

You halted, your feet gluing themselves to the black rubber mat that ran along the length of the bus. Your eyes focused on hers. Her jaw fell, her mouth gaping as she looked at you through the dingy bus window.

"Move it," a boy groaned, pushing your shoulder harshly. You mumbled an apology as you tore your eyes away from the girl whose eyes had drawn you in since the moment you met her.

Your feet felt like cinder blocks as they carried you ever closer to the door of the bus. You wanted to run away. Or disappear. You just didn't want to have to face her once your feet were on solid ground.

She came to you as you disembarked. Her hand found your arm, her fingers wrapping lightly around your wrist in an attempt to stop you. She spoke your name just above a whisper as you pulled yourself free.

"Gotta get to class," you told her. You allowed your eyes to meet hers for just a moment. You'd never seen Robin look hurt. The way her eyebrows knitted tightly, her lips parting as she tried to speak again. "Bye, Robin." You sighed as you turned to walk away.

You listened for the sounds of gravel displacing beneath her old high tops. But she didn't move. You turned back for just a moment. Your resolve started to fade when you did. She just stood there, hands raised to her sides.

With a small wave, a wiggle of your fingers in her direction, you were gone. You hated to walk away from her. You hated that you couldn't even tell her why. This was how it had to be because somehow you had changed everything.

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I'm not gonna lie to ya, fam this one was hard to write. This part, more than any other in this series, touched home for me. This part is based on what actually happened in my own experiences. Happy endings, sadly, aren't a guarantee. Sorry for a bummer chapter. Hope you'll stick around for the rest of the story anyway!

Feedback is always appreciated! If you'd like to be tagged in future Stranger Things fics, please let me know!! Have a good weekend!!

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Hi! Can you write an Ellie x reader where Ellie gets mad at fem reader because of a little fight they had over something super stupid and reader is upset and apologizing but Ellie yells at her causing her to break down but Ellie is stubborn. Maybe the reader has partrol and almost dies and Ellie is super sad she didnt forgive you and its a soft fluffy ending? (Sorry for my english if its not understandable)

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams  x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, angst, blood descriptions, ellie being mean, yelling, insults ( mostly to ellie ), sadness, pain descriptions, reader getting shot, mentions of pain drugs, fluff, happy ending

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i hate the ending!?!?!?!?! that you for the rq! have an amazing day

REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED

"I'm sorry." You murmured quietly, looking down at your hands as she continued roughly shoving things into her backpack. "I didn't know that it would upset you." "I just wanted five fucking seconds of peace before we had to leave."

Your mouth snapped closed instead of apologizing once more, standing quietly behind her with your bag on your shoulders. Looking down at your boots finding the dirt and water stains on them much more interesting.

"You could've just asked for some space I didn't know–" "You never know! You don't fucking ask!" She hurriedly zipped the bag, throwing the strap around her shoulder.

"We should go." Ellie said sharply "Okay.." It was awkward as she brushed passed you, the sounds of her boots being the only sound besides your shaky breathing in the room.

"I didn't mean to make you upset." Ellie huffed, all but ripping open the front door but didn't say a word walking out and leaving you to shut it. Following after her, you noticed how fast she was walking practically running away from you.

Once she got to the gate she yanked it open not even bothering to push it open for you allowing it to slam in your face.

"I'm sorry, can we please just talk about it for a second." The girl ignored you once more only making you sadder. "Please Ellie, I don't want to go out there mad at each ot–" "Just shut the hell up already!" You stopped walking, staring at her still moving form that slowly blurred with your tears that began to brim in your eyes.

You could feel people's eyes on you, but you refused to look. Afraid of what you'd see.

Instead of continuing though, Ellie turned to look at you, seeing the mix of emotions on your face. But the main one was shock, then there was the sad, staring at her like she'd just ripped your heart out and stomped on it right in front of you.

"Y/n–" You walked right past her, choking back your very audible sobs as you walked. Keeping your head down the entire time, avoiding everyone's stares as you made your way to the front gate where Dina and Jesse had been waiting on you both.

Dina had fought for you four to get this days trip together, claiming it would be more fun and more efficient. But Maria was always reluctant when it came to you guys. It was lucky you'd gotten it at all thanks to Joel who argued on your behalf.

You couldn't even be excited anymore though, only ashamed and sad. Wanting nothing more to hide in bed and cry. You felt so stupid.

"Hey slowp– what's wrong?" Dina's voice went from excited to concerned in a matter of a millisecond. "Nothing, m'fine." Dina stared at you as you walked by turning to a still frustrated Ellie after you'd gotten far enough away.

"What the fuck did you do to her?"

"Why do you assume I did something?"

"Because Y/n doesn't cry over nothing, Ellie." Jesse answered for her, turning around to walk towards you. Standing close to the gate, wiping your tears away while trying to calm yourself down.

"Hey." "I don't want to talk about it." "Alright, that's cool." He nodded, grabbing your shoulder making you look at him with your sad eyes. "Jesus Y/n." "M'sorry." You shook your head while he did the same, pulling you in for a hug. "Nothin' to be sorry for, c'mon we can walk out together."

"She's just a dick." You huffed, wiping your face. "A big one." You laughed slightly, watching Ellie and Dina pull their horses from the stalls.

"You wanna ride with me?" He then asked while you shook your head, wiping the wetness from your face once more. "No, I'm fine." "You sure?" You looked into his unsure eyes and nodded with a wobbly smile. "All good. But I'm not talking to her." "I don't blame you."

You both walked back to Dina and Ellie, Dina now visibly upset while Ellie avoided your eyes.

"Are you riding with Jesse?" Dina asked, glaring down Ellie while you shook your head with a light laugh. "No, it's okay." Dina huffed but allowed you to climb up on the back of Shimmer, Ellie sitting in front of you.

It was almost as if she waited for your hands and arms to tightly wrap around her waist. Hugging her close as per usual, no matter how hot it was you were always laid up against her back with your face squished against her shirt telling her about the different things you'd see that she couldn't catch.

But the feeling never came.

Her waist sitting empty as you guys began your journey towards a nearby neighborhood that bandits usually claimed. But lately it had seemed totally empty, bodies stringing about so Tommy had decided to send a few scouts out, the scouts being you guys.

Take a look around. That's all you had to do. Then hit everything you could on the way back, as Jackson was running low and they needed everything they could get. Simple as that, just a days run.

Scout and Scavenge.

Simple as that.

Over the course of the ride you ran over everything that had occurred earlier, missing the way Ellie would turn and glance over her shoulder at you. Seeing how you'd sniffle as you thought over every interaction you had with the girl before you left.

But something about it couldn't bring her to say sorry.

As much as the words rested on the tip of her tongue, they died out everytime she parted her mouth to speak.

Choosing silence instead.

"Hey, look ahead." It looked like smoke, clouding up from the houses. Peeking from around Ellie's body you stared at it confused.

"Didn't they say it was empty?" "Basically, with a shit ton of bodies to compliment it." Jesse replied, staring up at the steady stream of black smoke rising into the air.

"Do you think it's still burning?" "It is. Black is burning, white means it's out." Jesse laughed and turned to you. "How do you know that?" You met his eyes, shrugging. "Joel taught me." Jesse made a noise, sticking his bottom lip out while nodding.

"Do we still wanna go in?" "It could've been lit hours ago and still be burning." Dina then said, seeing you nod from the corner of her eye.

"We should leave the horses and go closer if it looks bad then we turn around and skip town." You then muttered, staring nervously at the smoke. "Yeah, let's do it." Ellie agreed, turning to look at you but your eyes were locked on the steady air rising up slowly turning gray as time went.

Sliding off of Shimmer you let Ellie hide her while Jesse did the same with Japan. Both you and Dina taking off towards the neighborhood with them following.

"You got a bad feeling about this?" "I didn't when I said it, but yeah, a little bit." You walked quietly, trying her best to ignore the holes being burned into the back of your head, Jesse and Dina quietly talking back and forth to cut the awkward silence.

"Something doesn't feel right about this." Ellie then muttered, mostly in the open air in hopes you'd reply to her comment, just a small 'yeah' would of been enough.

But nothing passed your lips, barely even noticing that she spoke. A deep gut feeling entering your stomach is what you were focusing in on.

The street looked abandon from what you could see through the trees interrupting most of it along with the high weeds and grass. It was overgrown and had plenty of places to hide, which is exactly why you guys stood so far back.

"Guys we should go back."

"Dina's right–"

You all heard it before you realized what was happening.

A loud pop, boom over however you want to describe it.

Then all eyes were on you, and at first you didn't understand why until you felt it.

The pain.

It was like it exploded, slowly looking down at your blood soaked hip when you were ripped backwards, hand hovering over the red that soaked your shirt.

Then someone grabbing you and ripping you to the floor, holding you close to their body. But everything felt like blur.

The noise around you was muffled, looking around as the time seemed to slow to a stop. Your eyes landing on the wound once more when it finally hit you, as much as it could anyway.

"What's happening?" You choked out, everything seemingly speeding up as gunshots rang through the air making you look around. Terrified at the amount of people you seen hiding around the houses and trees.

"Hey, stay awake alright?" You looked up at Ellie, holding your bloody hip with one hand and laying you down with the other. "I can't feel anything." "You're in shock." Dina then said coming over with her sweater tying it around your waist. "You have to keep pressure on it Ellie." "I can't– oh fuck– fuck!" "Breathe Ellie."

You looked around, the world seeming much brighter than before, the sun beating down on you. You felt hot, but it was cool today, and that's all you could think about until a hand rested on your cheek your eyes suddenly on hers.

"Ellie?" "You're gonna be okay, stay still." You stared at her confused, eyes traveling back down to the amounts of blood soaking through your clothes and Dina doing what she could to stop it and she seen the shock that entered your gaze.

The terror.

"Hey, look at me." Her hand shook your head getting your eyes to flicker back to hers. "It hurts..." "We have to get you back babe." You shook your head not quite understanding what was happening.

"She's delirious." Dina stated earning a look from Ellie, which she didn't understand until you began freaking out. "No m'not, let me go. What's happening?" You tried sitting up only for Ellie to stop you, "take it easy." "I wanna go home Ellie."

You began to cry, forgetting why you were upset with her and forgetting the entire argument. Reaching out for her to hold you, though as much as she wanted to sit there and comfort you she knew you didn't have a lot of time.

"Jesse I need your help."

The entire way back to the horses went by so fast you weren't even sure how you'd gotten there. Clutching onto Ellie's belt loops while pressed into her chest, the girl too worried you'd fall off sitting behind her.

You moved, feeling the warm blood trickling down your side and soaking against your jeans. Pushing your face from her shirt and looking up to her with big tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was like she didn't hear you though, dead set on getting home. If you weren't so out of it you would've noticed the fear in her eyes and the way she bit her lip to the point it bled. Or the way she tightly held onto your body so you didn't fall over and hit the ground.

By the time the group made it back to Jackson you'd passed out. The blood dripping off your leg and onto the cement the entire way to the medic house.

And the entire way Joel carried you, Ellie only stared, seeing you disappear in the distance. Covered in red, her white shirt crimson soaked, and it was all yours, and it was her fault.

At least that's what she believed.

"Hey." Was the first thing you heard when you woke up, soft and delicate. Just like every morning when you'd hear it muttered into your ear.

"What happened?" You muttered, rubbing your eyes and squirming around the bed you were laid in. "You got shot." "Oh." You said quite simply making her laugh under her breath. "It hurts a little." "You're on a lot of drugs." She laughed, "They had to dig it out of your hip."

You looked at her with big eyes, a beat of silence passing in the room.

"There was a bullet inside me?"

She chuckled a bit, seeing you smile and grab at her hand messing with her fingers.

"Yeah." "That's scary." "You're telling me."

It was quiet for a moment, your soft breathing the only thing left in the room while you messed with the pads of her fingers. Tapping each one before looking up at her.

"You were mean to me." "I know." Her voice was soft, staring at you will tears in her eyes. "Are you sorry?" "Yeah." "Look at me."

Ellie slowly moved to look into your eyes, your hand coming up to rest on her chin keeping her head up.

"I'm sorry.." You pouted as she began to cry, a few tears falling down her freckled cheeks. "Don't cry El." You wiped away the stray tears from her cold face, kissing the very tip of her nose.

"I'm okay now." You smiled, pressing your forehead against hers. "But you owe me big time." "I know."

"I love you Ellie. Even when you're so damn stubborn and argumentative and a dick."

"Geez, got anymore insults?" "A shit ton." "I deserve it." "Only some of them."

A/n: vibes my laptop is dyinggggg

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PANICKING bc im traveling to college tomorrow

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Lay All Your Love On Me

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!reader

Word count: 6k

Summary: It’s a Friday night, and Robin has cleared her schedule to spend time with you. She wants to take you out, and you fully expect Steve to be your taxi like always, but Robin has a surprise.

Content Warnings: 18+ Fluff to Smut real quick. You might get whiplash. Romantic Robin. Mature language. Kissing. Making out. Pet names. Reader wears a dress. Non-serious thoughts of kidnapping. Dirty talk. Rough!Robin. Groping. Hair pulling. Finger sucking. Drool. Praising. Oral (Robin receiving) Light period typical homophobia. All characters involved are 18+

A/N: This fic can be read as a standalone or as a Part 2 of 3rd Period.  l do highly recommend reading it first as it provides more of a backstory to Robin and Reader’s relationship. As always, likes/reblogs/feedback is much appreciated.

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The upbeat disco beats of Abba gently fill your room as you sit at your vanity, meticulously applying a light coat of blush on your cheeks. It’s a Friday night, and by some miracle, Robin doesn’t have anything to do. No band practice. No Family Video. No school projects. For the first time in a long time, your girlfriend has a clear schedule, and she fully dedicated the night to you.

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[alonezz]

I see one more eddie or steve x reader fic in the robin buckley x reader tag and im going to cry

[alonezz]

having only two friends is ass lmao my firends are playing this duos escape room on playstation and im just listening to them laughing and shit and its so sad so im going to read robin buckley fan fiction 😌

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fruit punch and skunk | robin buckley x reader

word count: 4.5k

synopsis: it's prom night in hawkins. you just started dating robin and steve decides to take the both of you to prom. it... might not go as planned

a/n: so.. this is all over the place. sorry! been working on it for weeks now- left it for a while, came back tonight and decided to finish it. well, nothing else to say except i love Robin! Enjoy. also sorry if this is formatted weird im posting it from my phone

disclaimers: hurt/comfort, homophobic slurs, homophobia, violence, drug use, swearing, fem!reader, bestfriend!steve, partial nudity (???? not really at all), making out, and a lot of 80s/70s references!

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You sit, perched on Robin’s lap with your thighs hugging her waist. She’s leaning her head back against the car seat headrest, hands delicately draped over the tops of your thighs. You’re sitting in Steve’s BMW trying to do Robin’s makeup before he comes back to drive you to the Hawkins High school prom. Super Freak by Rick James is coming out muffled through his car radio.

“Ah, you’re poking me! Stop!”

“I’m just fixing your mascara, Robbie,” you mutter, lips pressed into a straight line and eyes focused on her under eye with concentration. She loosens the muscles in her face, an effort to relax, to let you wipe off the mascara you’d accidentally smudged on her cheek. 

She giggles when you tuck your hand away and brush your lips across her’s, raising your chin to peck her nose. “Okay, I think you’re good. You look great.” You say, leaning back so you can get a better look at her face. You’ve done her eyeshadow, blush, and lipstick. Her skin’s glowing like the sun under the yellow ray of a streetlamp, her eyes shining as they stare at you intently… she's so pretty, it hurts. You can’t bear but lean in for another kiss, absentmindedly pressing your tongue to her lip for the sweet taste of gloss.

You and Robin both jump out of your skin when Steve pulls open the car door, dropping into the driver’s seat with a huff. “You ladies having fun in here?” he teases, not daring to stare as you rip away.

“You didn’t even knock, shithead. Always knock. How rude.” You grit your teeth as you tear from her lap, cautiously pulling up your dress and climbing through to the backseat. Robin drops her face into her hands, cheeks completely drenched in mahogany. “Jesus, Steve, you creep,” she makes out.

“Sorry! Yeah, I’ll knock on the see-through window next time. It’s not my fault you guys were practically banging in my car! God, save it for the after-party.”

“We were not banging, Steve!”

“Well, it sure looked like it!”

“I was putting on Robin’s makeup. We just happened to kiss. Not a big deal.” you groan, making Steve shake his head and chuckle as he pulls out of the driveway. 

“Why are we even going to this stupid school dance, again, anyways?” Robin mutters, taking the mascara you’d dropped into the cupholder and stuffing it into her bag. 

“Come on, baby, have some spirit! It’s prom,” you gesture to her with an attempt at jazz hands, hiking your legs up across the backseat. Robin blows a hair out of her face, staring at you through the rearview mirror, nodding, then looking at Steve with dread.

“Yeah, Robs. Don’t be a party pooper.” Steve agrees. 

Robin rolls her eyes and hugs her arms tight across her ribcage. She looks down to the pant legs she’s wearing and adjusts the tie of her suit. “I’m gonna get called a dyke for sure. Like, one hundred percent. Why am I even wearing this?”

“Robin! Stop.”

“Yeah, come on, Robs. If anyone gives you a hard time, I’ll make sure to give them a fucking grade-A ass kicking.”

“Oh, like you can fight, Harrington.”

“Robbie,” you gently pat your hand on her shoulder, “we can leave whenever you want. And, like, if you really want to, we can get you a dress. It’s not a big deal. I’m surprised you even picked out a suit for prom anyways.”

“Yeah, thanks, sweets. I’m fine.” She folds over her hand to rest on yours. Her touch is light, you can feel the tension, the fear. You frown as she retracts her hand. Steve turns up the Rick James.

“Ugh, what if someone spikes the punch bowl? I’m not ready to get drunk in front of a bunch of people I barely know,” Robin groans, threading a hand through her hair. Steve passes her a sympathetic yet knowing glimpse. “Like, what if I throw up in front of everyone? No, seriously though, I don’t know why so many people like school dances.”

“Nobody’s going to spike the punch bowl,” Steve mutters. “And I don’t know why you were so excited about a pep rally we had a week ago but not a full-ass prom dance.” Robin shakes her head, “Pep-rallies are fun, dingus—and, that was before me and Y/N started dating, and like, I was really nervous and excited to see her, okay? Also, proms are nightmares full of highschoolers swaying to awful party music, girls in tacky dresses and boys in bland suits swapping spit during a slow dance.”

You roll your eyes, “I thought it was the opposite. And, are you calling my dress tacky?”

“No, not yours. All but yours,” she turns around so you can look at her, grinning so big her cheeks must be aching. You let your lips crack a smile. She turns back around and glances at Steve, “Your suit is bland, though. Very, very bland.”

“Whatever,” he lolls his head away from her. “Says the one with the tie from the twenties. It literally looks like it’s about to disintegrate into dust.”

“It was my great-great-great-great-grandfathers, okay? Get some class. I actually care about heritage and whatnot.”

“Alright, calm down, now, ladies,” you sigh, glancing down at your nails to make sure they haven’t chipped. “I’m sure Robin will be fine. And, um, yeah, sorry Steve. Your suit is very bland.”

He throws his hands up in defeat and Robin sputters out a laugh. “Hah! That’s two on one, dingus.”

“Okay, you got me. I’ll make sure to wear something rainbow next time.”

“Okay, now that will get a bunch of names thrown at you.” You say. 

Steve pulls up to Hawkins High, the parking lot nearly flooded with unparked cars dropping students off and random people walking around in their dresses and tuxes. Robin makes a gagging noise, “God, I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Don’t be dramatic. If it’s that bad, we can just crash at Steve’s, put on The Apartment and get high.” you assure.

“But you like American Graffiti better.”

“Okay. We can put on American Graffiti and get high.”

“What about me?” Steve interjects.

“You don’t watch movies.”

You and Robin both get out of the car, watching Steve stare at you through the window with a frustrated crease between his brows. “Nuh, tu tu tu! I watch movies,” he remarks, flinging the door open and jumping out. “Star Wars! Return of the Jiddy!” He locks the car.

“It’s Jedi,” you correct. He grunts and follows you and Robin to the building, muttering swears to himself in defeat.

It’s like a storm of fog outside, clouding the paved drive down all the way to the front doors of the school. You dodge people walking in and out, some smoking right in the lot and one girl running in her heels with mascara as dark as it gets pouring down her cheeks.

Robin pouts. “Well, it’s now or never, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

All three of you stare at the entrance to the school, not really knowing what you’re anticipating. Steve leads and opens the door for the both of you.

-

Crazy For You by Madonna is playing from the speakers of the gym, which makes you only a little disappointed that there isn’t a live band playing, but—it’s Hawkins. What did you expect? 

You’re standing with Robin against the gymnasium wall, her lips zipped together. Her eyes are darting around the room like she’s watching a tennis tournament. You glance from her to the gym, staring at the multi-colored confetti plastered across the maple wood, the blue and pink and white dresses. The blue and pink and white balloons. The blue and pink and white everything.

You don’t notice Robin staring at you from the corner of her eye. She looks at you. Your cheeks. Your eyes, your eyelids, your lashes, your hair—watching your face fade into different hues from the shine of the disco ball. She doesn’t notice herself smiling until she looks away.

Steve’s gone to talk to girls. He’s out there, somewhere, while Robin is basically hiding with you on the sidelines. She feels intimidated, all the people. Wearing a suit. Why didn’t she just wear a dress? Was it that hard?

Her arms are crossed,  eyes slowly contorting until she looks like she’s about to explode.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask, setting your hand on her shoulder lightly. 

Her head drops. She traces lines on the floor with the tip of her shoe. “I don’t know. I feel weird. I feel out of place. Does that make sense? Y/N, you’re beautiful—the most beautiful girl in this whole room, and I feel stuck out like a sore thumb next to you.”

“No, baby, don’t say that. Come on.”

Robin parts from the wall, looking back at you with solemn eyes. “Y/N, do you really think I belong here? This isn’t for me. I don’t…” she looks down and searches the floor like she’s trying to find something to say next, “I don’t think I like proms.”

You stare at her figure in the darkness, enlightened by the halo of hues. You can see the desperation burning through her pupils. You’re staring at the most perfect person and she’s breaking your heart by the second. 

“Baby,” you choke out, too devastated by her self perception. Her eyes sink, watching your’s water as you stare at her. She’s too perfect to feel this way, you think. Can’t she just… love herself the way you love her? Let her, you beg. Please.

“Y/N, I’m gonna… go outside,” she says, her foot inching away from you. That’s when you reach out, grabbing her wrist.

“No.” Her eyes are locked to yours. Your dress is melting her. Her suit is melting you. “Don’t go. Please.”

You blink, watching the people behind her blend into one as she becomes the only person in the room. “Will you at least dance with me before you go? Come on, for my sake. For memories.”

The way her hand folds into yours makes your heart jump.

The purple weights under her eyes are more noticeable when she’s looking down. You squeeze her hand. “Okay,” she says, a hint of a smile. “Fine.”

You drag her onto the dancefloor, the people around you swaying to the music. You grasp her shoulders, her holding your arms. She chuckles softly at you. 

"See? This isn't so bad," you smirk. You're trying not to notice the weird looks you've been getting from the people around you. Robin starts looking around, her grip on you tightening with uncomfort. 

Then there's something you thought could happen, but didn't actually expect—there’s a flash of crimson now soaking the white of your girlfriend’s undershirt and face. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth is hanging open with shock, hands slowly hiking up to her face to wipe off the punch.

“Watch what you’re wearing, fag, and next time I’ll miss. I don’t want you ruining my prom.” Jason scowls at her, bumping her shoulder and passing you the side eye. He’d dropped the cup on the floor, what was left of the punch now creating a puddle around Robin’s feet, dying the white in her shoes red. You stand there, heart aflame with fury. 

“Jason!” you yell, finally looking away from Robin and in the direction of where he’d walked. Nobody seems to care that you’ve yelled, so you yell louder. “Jason!”

Before you realize it, you’re pushing through the crowd. You hear gasps all around you, but you couldn’t care less, passing through all the couples and singles and random people you’ve never even spoken to before. You finally find him, smiling, talking to Lucas. You stare at Lucas, then Jason.

“Jason.”

“Oh. You. Hey.”

“Y/N?” Lucas looks slightly taken aback, his eyes setting in on your appearance. You look furious. “Are you okay? What happened?”

“Jason, you fucking prick! You idiot!” You yell, staring at his face, expressionless and stony as always. His lips draw an absent hill of a frown. “Who do you think you are to treat her that way? You think you can just do that to her?”

“It’s what she looks like, she looks like a fag, so be it, I’ll say it,” he argues, causing your fists to scrunch up with utmost anger. Your blood is boiling. You feel like you could just explode right there. By now, you’re noticing you’ve gathered quite the crowd, people cranking their heads to stare at you and Jason.

“Jason, did you call someone that?” Lucas, with a concerned furrow of the brows, tries to reach out to him. Jason swats his hand away.

“Oh, Y/N, you want fuck up my prom night, don’t you? What are you, her girlfriend or something? Get lost, freak.”

“Y/N! What the hell is happening over here?” You feel Steve’s hot grip on your arms. He stumbles when he sees Jason, looking frustrated, and you, your seething expression. “What? Jason, did you do something to her? Where’s Robin?”

“Oh, you too, Harrington? You friends with the freaks?”

“What freaks? Are you talking about Y/N? Robin? The fuck, man? The fuck did you do?” Your arms feel cold when his touch disperses, you watch as his blurry figure walks up to stand face-to-face with Jason. You realize your vision is blurry because you’re crying. Oh… you’re crying.

Your mind returns to Robin. Shit, shit. You just left her there. You turn around, dress flaring out like a tidal wave as you dash back through the crowd, trying to make out images through the overwhelming blurriness. You rub your eyes firmly and emerge from the gym, looking around the hallway to see if you can spot her. She’s nowhere to be seen, so you run to the bathroom, but she isn’t there either. You dart outside, into the night sky, the darkness consuming you as you run up the drive down to Steve’s car. Then, there she is.

You can see her through the car window.

Robin, you think. Robin. You can’t seem to say her name, or how sorry you are for leaving her there all alone. You can’t get out any words at all until you smash your palms against the car window. “Robin! I’m here!”

She turns to you with the most indescribable look of shame, staring at your crazed figure almost as if she’d never seen a person before. She opens the car door.

You collapse into her arms, sobbing, the both of you wearing twin mascara stains.

“I’m just a stupid fag. Of course I am. I’m a freak.”

“You are not a fucking freak, or any of that.” You grit your teeth, shaking your head, drowning in the flood of tears and drool and snot. “I’m sorry I left you there. I’m so sorry, baby. I will never leave you again, sweet thing. You know that.”

She seems to cry at that, you can feel the clench of her throat and the hitching of her breath as she squeezes out more tears. You smush your face into the crook of her neck, bending at the waist to wrap your arms around her from outside the car. Her hands are awkwardly raised to rest on your back, forehead to your shoulder. “I’m sorry for crying. It’s a stupid thing to cry about, I’m such a baby,” she grunts.

“It’s not stupid.” You assure her.

There’s a pause.

“Did you beat him up?” she asks, making you croak out a laugh.

“No. But I’m sure Steve will.”

“Steve?”

You pull away to look at her face, taking her hands and hoisting her out of the car, setting her down on the curb. She hunches over next to you, hands intertwined like she’d shatter if you parted.

“I went up to Jason and called him a prick. And an idiot. I also swore. And then Steve showed up.”

“Steve showed up,” she repeats. “And then what?”

“And then I ran away. Like a pussy. But a smart pussy, because I found you. And it’s stupid that I even left you for a second. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. You literally ran up to Jason and yelled at him in front of everyone. That is such a badass thing to do. More badass than I could ever be. I just ran away. I was a dumb pussy.”

“Stop it!” You growl, causing her to chuckle and wipe her tear-stricken face against her shoulder. “Anything for you, I swear. He’s such a little shit. Robbie, please,” you turn to her, taking her other hand in yours, “Don’t listen to him. He ruined our prom, so what? You don’t like prom, anyways,” 

She laughs. “We can just crash at Steve’s and get high while watching American Graffiti?”

“We can just crash at Steve’s and get high while watching American Graffiti.”

You two sit together for a moment, the cigarette yellow beam of street lamps enlightening the curve of your faces. You raise a hand, delicate as ever, to brush your thumb across her under eye and wipe away a black stained tear. Don’t You Want Me Baby by A.M.P. is playing on the speakers on the outside of the building, a decayed, faded tone filtering your ears. It echoes through the lot.

Steve’s stumbling out the entrance of the school, a voice erupting chastises behind him and slamming shut the door. He slowly turns to you two. He walks over and in the light you can see his left eye rimmed in purples, blues, oranges, yellows, reds… he’s got a black eye.

“You okay, Harrington?”

“I hope Jason doesn’t fuck with you guys anymore,” he ignores your question, sitting down on the curb next to you.

“Did you seriously beat him up? I mean, you kinda look like the one who was trashed.” Robin stares at him.

“No, I threw the first punch.”

“I knew you couldn’t fight!”

“He was the one who went to the nurses’ office. Hah. I just got kicked out for assault.”

“Well, that’s our prom night gone,” she sighs, her voice rough and hazy as always. You lean into her side.

“Did he at least cry?” You muse.

“I think I saw a tear or two.”

Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler is now playing. You blink.

“Steve, can we go home?” Robin asks.

“To my place?”

“Yeah.”

“I think we all need to sit down.” You say, rubbing your thumb up and down Robin’s knuckles. You give them a peck.

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

-

Steve passes you the blunt. “Knock yourselves out.” 

You take a toke, then pass it to Robin. 

“You’re like a cab driver,” you say, Robin laying her head on your lap in the backseat of Steve’s car. He’s driving you to the gas station to pick up some snacks before you crash at his place. You feel the car jerk to a stop, making Robin sit up excitedly.

“Come on.” Steve opens the door, getting out and opening yours for you. You lift your dress and step out, wiping your face in hopes of diminishing the mascara stains, but it doesn’t seem to do anything. Robin paces past you excitedly, running into the building. She looks ridiculous with her punch-stained shirt. Her hair’s all ruffled and it kind of makes you want to kiss her.

You press the blunt against the wall to put it out and flick it away. Steve opens the door for you and you walk in, seeing Robin already grabbing a handful of shit you can’t really read the labels of. You can just tell it’s all candy.

You go up to Robin, kissing her cheek discreetly. Fuck. Prom. So you say, “Fuck prom.”

“Fuck prom,” she agrees, dropping every item she’s holding in her arms and taking your hands in hers, rushing away into the end of the store. Her grip on you is as tight as ever, lips looking rosy, shirt unbuttoned by one and looking amazing. She pulls you into the bathroom.

It’s crusty, very musty and a little dusty but as soon as that bathroom door closes she smashes your faces together as if you haven’t kissed in years. Her touch on your cheeks is like a roast, every line of her fingerprints sending a pinprick to your skin as her palms squeeze both sides of your face. You lean into it, kissing your girlfriend in the bathroom of a gas station on prom night. It's like you're chasing her high, so desperate to keep your lips together it feels like agony when you part. Your hands find her waist, gripping it fondly as she pulls you with her against the wall. You take her in, more and more by the second, wanting her, wanting to kiss her, not giving a fuck about anything else.

The door swings open. “Robin! Y/N! What the fuck!”

You two break apart, you stumbling backwards a little at the sudden force. Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bathroom. “I know you two are hopelessly in love but isn’t it like, really gross in there? Jesus,”

Robin groans with anger as Steve pulls her out of the bathroom. “Steve! Why do you always ruin such perfect things?”

“You two can make love when we get home. Just not in my bed.”

“Ew!” 

You run down the aisle to escape his unnerving choice of words and pick up the pile of sweets that Robin had dropped. You dare not kiss her lips until you’re out of sight or you might as well be asking for a hate crime. You give Steve the candies.

He goes to pay, you and Robin hanging in one of the aisles and fiddling around with the candy packages. Your eyes dart to Robin’s face. God. She’s so pretty.

“I feel bad about Steve’s black eye,” you say, which is true. She turns to you from where she’s picking at the label on a container of gummies. “Mmm, well, from what he said, he messed Jason up worse than just a black eye. I guess we have to take his word for it.”

“Yeah. I don’t want to talk about Jason.”

“Me neither.”

There’s a pause, where the two of you look into each other's eyes and it almost feels like you’re going to kiss, but you know you won’t.

“I’m sick of hiding from everyone.” You say, switching your stare between both of her eyes.

“Me too.”

“Do you think Jason’s going to be chosen Prom King?”

“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about Jason,”

You snort. Honestly, you’re tired. You are so tired, and only a tiny bit high. You lean forward, forehead pressing into her collarbone, stuffing your face into her chest. You can discern the gross texture of her stained shirt against your skin. She smells heavily of fruit punch and skunk.

“I love you,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around her waist. She holds you, arms protectively around your back in a tight hug. You sway with her to the stupid fuzzy music you can barely hear from the gas station speakers.

“I love you too. More than anything.”

-

Steve’s sprawled out on his end of the couch, a large pack of ice resting on his eye and a blunt in hand. You’re laying on top of Robin at your end, her fingers lightly brushing up and down your arm in a calming manner as American Graffiti plays on Steve’s TV. You blow out a puff of smoke from between your lips.

Robin sighs dreamily. “That was so shit.”

“You can say that again,” you groan, rolling over and accidentally bumping her in the side. You lay on your stomach, your face resting on her chest. “At least we, like, graduated.”

Steve laughs. “Like that does anything. I’m stuck working at Family Video for the rest of my life. Until that gets destroyed. Then we’ll have to find somewhere else to waste away.”

“Don’t be a pessimist,” you say. He blinks at you, then takes a toke of his blunt.

Robin pokes her head out from under you to stare at him. “So did you get any girls?”

“Definitely not after that fight, no, Robin, I don’t think so,” he sighs. Steve painfully sits up, his back arched with crippled posture as he sets down his blunt and reaches into the pile of candies and sweets you’ve all stopped at the gas station to get. He pulls out a mooncake and rips it open, stuffing it in his mouth.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have sex again after tonight.” He says sadly with a mouthful of mooncake. You close your eyes, the weight of them too overwhelming. You sink into Robin’s breathing pattern.

Robin snickers, but it fades quickly. “Oh, no, don’t say that,” you feel her reach out to pat him on the shoulder but doesn’t. “You’ve got hope, or something. Actually, probably not. Girls don’t like guys who are constantly losing in fights, and I’m pretty sure you’ve got a knack for that. Wait, didn't you say you won?”

“More or less? And, oh, thanks a lot. Makes me feel so confident.”

There’s a pause.

“Is Y/N sleeping?” Steve whispers.

You open your eyes. “No.”

Robin pecks your forehead. “Get off of me. I want to eat some mooncakes too.”

“I want some,” you say, tired, rubbing your eyes and lifting yourself off her by your elbows. She hands you some, and you tear it open, taking a few bites at a time. She consumes hers whole.

“Steve, you got any ice cream?” Robin asks.

“Freezer, left drawer.”

“On it.”

You watch her get up and return with a pint of chocolate ice cream. “Why do you only have chocolate?”

Steve doesn’t reply. His eyes are shut, and he looks like he’s in pain—so she just sits down beside you. You take a pack of gummy worms and open it, stringing a few into your mouth. 

-

The sheets feel rough against your bare skin. You watch from the bedside as Robin rips off her shirt and throws it to the floor. Her back is facing you, making you hold in a sigh. 

"Babe," you whisper.

"Yeah?"

"I like you a lot," you say. She turns around and grins fondly. She walks over to the bedside, carefully slipping into it to lay beside you. She caresses your neck, sliding her hand down your back and pressing your bodies together. "I think I like you more."

"No," you say. "I'm sorry, too."

"What are you sorry for?"

"Leaving you alone when Jason was a prick."

"You already said sorry for that. Last time I checked, you aren't a broken record, so don't start being one now now."

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

You feel her heartbeat. "Mm, I love you."

"I know," she smiles, softly pressing her lips to the top of your head. You grip her body, leaning into her scent. Not so much fruit punch, very much skunk. And a little cologne, from Steve's house. At least his parent's bedroom smells nice.

"Goodnight," you can't remember who says that, but it is said. And somebody says it back. "Goodnight."

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How tf are girls so pretty im panicking

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Roller Skates - Robin Buckley

Summary: Summer in Hawkins. Robin has a hopeless crush on one of her customers with roller skates and mini skirts. Steve decides to step in and the crush turns out to be nowhere as hopeless as it has once seemed.

Warning: none

Words: 7,9k

Notes: likes are cool and all, but if you stop by to let me know what you thought about this, it will, in fact, make my day

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“How do I look?!” 

Steve peeked at her from behind the shelves, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at her in utter confusion. “What?” 

“How do I look?” Robin repeated, articulating every word with extra care to a point that it almost looked scary from where Steve was standing. As if that wouldn’t make the message clear enough, she used her hands to gesticulate around herself wildly.

“I heard you.” Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m not deaf,” he pointed out. Inspired by her previous actions, he also used his hands, tapped his ear and then showed her thumbs up. 

Robin did not seem to be amused, however, and simply pierced him with a glare. 

“I just don’t know /why/ is that suddenly an issue,” he reasoned while looking around. “There’s no one in here and -,” he cut himself off once his eyes landed on the clock across the room. “Oh…”

And here it was, the well-known Tammy Thompson oh. Aka coming out oh. Aka getting your heart shattered into millions of pieces in a dirty bathroom after puking your whole insides type of oh, as he liked to dramatically call it, just for the sake of teasing her. 

Though the use of it now was nowhere near as dramatic. It meant only one thing. A hot girl in the area. Well, technically, you weren’t in their vicinity /yet/, but you were about to be within a couple of minutes. You always were. Right on the dot. 

“Right. Oh…” Robin nodded her head and stared over at him with her eyes opened wide, still waiting for him to answer her initial question. 

Steve shoved the tapes he had been handling back to the shelves before walking out of the aisle. “She always comes here on Saturday before the closing time. Good thing that now we know better than to have already cleaned the floors because once she storms in here on those skates…” 

“Exactly. She’s going to be here in nine minutes, and you are being literally /no help/. She’s going to push through the door at an ultrasonic speed, looking all dolled-up in that skirt of hers, smelling of cherries and smiling at us both with those incredibly kissable pink lips while she’s going to skate between those shelves, hair swaying in every direction with how quickly and carelessly she spins around and yet… somehow when she stops, the hair is perfect. Not a single one out of place. She’s not even wearing a helmet, for fuck’s sake!”

“She probably doesn’t go that fast to need one, I guess,” Steve offered with a shrug of his shoulders while he moved closer to the counter that she was occupying. He froze for a moment, though, when Robin held her pointer finger up and made him wonder whether he had done something wrong.

“No. But… she’s skating by the road and some stupid driver can hit her and…”

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