Hi Sarah! First I wanted to say love the theme of your page rn it's so cute!
Secondly I wanted to ask if you could write a Robin Buckley x reader fic where reader is bestfriends with Chrissy and they're arguing about if Robin likes girls or not. (Chrissy thinks so, reader does not.) Chrissys like "bet I'm gonna prove it to you," and readers like "ok whatever." Later that night at the game, Chrissy turns around and winks at Robin, she loses her shit over it! Shes blushing and everything. Reader sees this, and is like wtf did I just witness? After the game, Chrissy and reader are heading to a party and reader is pouting and avoiding eye contact with Chrissy when she asks about it at first readers like I'm fine but when chrissy pushes she says she didn't think chrissy would actually prove it and now she thinks Robin's gonna be in love with Chrissy now, Chrissy has seen Robin look at reader the same way many times so she just laughs and teases Reader about her being jealous. When they get to the party, Chrissy tells reader this is her chance since she knows she likes girls, so reader finds Robin and spends the whole party with her, Robin ends up getting drunk and calls reader her girlfriend, reader panics and decides it's time to go home but she cant leave Robin so Chrissy drops them off at readers house and reader decides to tell Robin how she feels another time.
Sorry i know this request is long so feel free to change it but I saw a pinterest post, and made me think of the first part (everything before the party)! Thank you :)
Maybe another time
↝a/n: thank you! I really enjoyed this theme as well. And thank you for requesting.
This argument has been going on for 20 minutes now. It was back and forth, one trying to make the other realize and the other being too stubborn. In reality, they were supposed to be rushing to get ready for the game. Both of them have been too busy trying to prove that they were right, that neither of them were fully dressed in the cheerleading uniforms.
"Whatever," Chrissy continued to fix her hair in the bathroom mirror, catching your scolding eyes. The green ribbons make her makeup pop. "So what if she likes girls-which she clearly does- or not? It wouldn't hurt to find out for yourself. Ask her."
"Chrissy, you can't just go up to someone and ask stuff like that. "
She turned, looking at you with a thoughtful look in her eyes, until her lip quirked up, her eyes now holding a mischievous tint.
"Fine, I'll figure it out for you. If I'm wrong, then I'll be the one who looks like a fool."
"What are you going to do?" The school-colored sock slapped against your calf as you let go of it, confused by your best friend.
"You'll see after we win this game."
Without another word, she turned back, poking and prodding at the blush smeared on her cheeks.
"Only if we win." You sighed.
"Fine."
You quickly made your way to her, "Wait, no. It doesn't matter that much, you can't just-"
"I'm going to prove it. Robin Buckley likes girls, specifically you."
"No she doesn't."
"Yes, she does."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yessss." She singsonged.
"Okay, whatever."
Oh, here we go again.
You stared at the scoreboard. As of right now, it was tied. The cheers seemed to of come to a halt as Jason passed the ball to one of his teammates. Everyone was on the edge of their seat. The other teamed tried to guard, but the ball flew through the air, straight into another guy's hands. The guy was quick to throw it at the hoop. It bounced off the backboard, swiveling around the ring, before falling down into the net.
Everyone broke out in cheers. Your fellow cheerleaders raddled their pom-poms, celebrating the winning team.
You turned, seeing Chrissy turn towards the stands. Before you could stop her, he was winking up at Robin.
First, Robin had smiled at Chrissy, seeing that she was looking at her. But as Chrissy winked, Robin gawked, quick looking around her. She shyly pointed at herself, cheeks ablaze in a deep red. Chrissy nodded, watching how it affected the poor girl. As Robin looked down, flushed, Chrissy turned back around, catching your eye. You looked away, eyebrows furrowed.
Chrissy stared at you as you two sat in the back seat of Marci, another cheerleader's car. The car had 3 rows, and you two were pushed to the very back, away from the high-pitched squealing.
"What is it?"
You looked away from the window, blankly looking at her. "What?" You ask.
"What is up with you? You've been quiet the whole ride."
"I'm fine." You just wanted to drop it.
"No, you're not. We won, why aren't you happy?"
"Why did you pull that little stunt?"
She stared at you for a moment. " Are you jealous?"
"No!" You lowered your voice, "No, I'm not jealous. That would be stupid."
It would be stupid. You know what else would be stupid? Robin thinking about that stunt and considering it more than your friend trying to prove a point. What if Robin starts thinking about Chrissy? Of course that would happen.
She nodded, still staring, "Yeah, so stupid." There wasn't a reason for you to be jealous. Not only did Chrissy have a boyfriend, she had seen the way Robin looks at you. Once, she had caught Robin staring at you after you had gotten all dolled up for a different game. Robin had looked at you with such adoration. There was no doubt in Chrissy's mind that Robin was fond of you.
The party wasn't anything special. It was the same as every other celebration. The parents of some kid were out of town, and what else was the kid supposed to do? Be responsible? No, of course not.
Sweat mixed with alcohol and weed wasn't a fun thing to experience.
From your seat on the stairs, your finger followed the ring of the cup that held a plain coke. Chrissy hummed the song that was raddling the house. She looked around, nearly jumping out of her skin as hands reached around her, hauling her down the steps. She giggled as she heard Jason's laugh. He kissed as her neck before acknowledging you.
"Find you know who. Have fun!" Was all she said before he dragged her off into the sea of people.
Sighing, you looked around.
It was easy to find Robin. She stood in the corner, talking to only a few people. You're pretty sure they're also in band.
Honestly, you doubt Robin or her friends would be here if the basketball team didn't just about threaten everyone to be here.
Maybe getting just coke was a bad idea. Liquid courage is what you need as you stand up, dodging people making their way up the stairs. You wiggled your way through the crowd, trying to hype yourself up.
Before you knew it, you stood in front of Robin, posture all weird looking. Her friends noticed you first. They smiled over Robin's shoulder, slightly waving. Robin noticed, turning around. The conversation died as her face dropped a little. "Hey. Y/n, right?"
"Ye-yeah."
Oh God. Let the floor swallow you whole right this instant. This was a bad idea. A terrible one, actually. Why did you even come over here? What were you thinking? This was stupid. You should turn around and walk straight out of the party, maybe even into traffi-
"Wanna go somewhere more quiet? I'm about to lose my hearing." Robin smiled, excusing herself from her friends. She began walking towards the kitchen, where the drinks were. Surprisingly, there were few people in there, and they didn't even seem to acknowledge you two.
Not one of you had said a word, standing in silence, waiting for the other to finally talk. What were you supposed to talk about?
"Did you see the guy's face when he made the shot?"
You thought back to the game, smiling as you remembered how the guy's face screwed up in itself, eyebrows scrunched, eye's squinting, lips pursed, and cheeks reddened from the play. You had to be there to actually see how funny it looked.
"He makes the same face every time."
Robin chuckled, "Yeah. Or when they lose and his whole face gets as red a tomato. The first time I saw it, I thought his head was about to explode."
A laugh was heard near the drinks. The same guy you two were talking about stood, refilling his cup. He chuckled, bringing his cup to his lips. "Who?"
Eyes wide, Robin shrugged. "Don't know his name."
"Sounds like a loser." You had to purse your lips from laughing. His cheeks were already rosy from the alcohol.
As he walked away, Robin slowly turned back around. As soon as you two locked eyes, you lost it. You both doubled over in laughter.
The night carried on for what felt like just a few minutes. You and Robin were chatting away. It was around midnight when people started leaving or falling asleep wherever they pleased. "It's getting late." You stated, not really wanting to leave her and end the conversation that flowed so naturally, but you needed to get home.
Robin took another sip, slurring something you couldn't understand.
Someone bumped into your shoulder, trying to get into the fridge. You dismissed them as they went to apologize.
"Sor-"
"Hey! Watch it! That's my girlfriend, you dick!" You and the random person stared at her outburst. Robin didn't seem phased, sipping away at her cup that was beyond empty. The person shrugged it off. She was just another drunk teenager in the hundreds of others.
You took the cup away from her, throwing it in a random trash bag someone sat down. "What did you just say?"
You put your hand out as she began to fall over, even with the counter being behind her. "What?" She slurred, "my girlfriend?"
"Yeah?"
She didn't answer and started playing with your shirt, finding the fabric fascinating.
You were quick to find Chrissy and tell her you wanted to go. Robin stayed on your arm the whole way. Chrissy got Jason to drop you both off at your house. Robin had complained about going home drunk, and you didn't want her to get yelled at or in trouble.
As you stumbled into your house, you led her towards your room. She looked through your room as you got dressed in the bathroom. As you opened the door, she looked at you, just stared. She continued to stare at you until you moved, grabbing a pillow and blanket off your bed and making a comfortable pallet on the floor.
Robin was quick to get under the blanket and relish in the warmth. "Goodnight, y/n."
You sighed, staring into the wall as you laid on your side, looking away from the bed. "Night, Robin."
Did she mean anything by it? What would sober Robin think of calling you her girlfriend? This isn't fair. Why did feelings have to be so hard.
She would remember it enough tomorrow to not make it even weirder if you ask about it, right? Hopefully. Tomorrow, it'll be the day you ask her about her feelings. Of the next day-or the next. Who knows? Tomorrow, for sure. Or…maybe another time. Any other time but now.
↳ In which you flirt through your mutual friend, Steve.
Everything is all vividly coloured, with neon-coloured lights, water fountains, crowded tables and various children's rides, like the carousel and the Indiana Flyer. People are packing everywhere, all with brightly lit expressions stretching across their faces, following along with family and friends in huddles. The town of Hawkins is already a hellhole, with or without a new mall, and nothing can possibly change that.
Your eyes darted around, hoping to find the potential ice-cream shop you'd heard about. Your search quickly ends, once you see a brightly coloured store, with a red lettering sign reading: Scoops Ahoy!
You got to the store with unexpected difficulties, after pushing countless people out of the way and getting some foul words and looks in return. Already, you can hear some outstandingly cheesy sailor music playing loudly, making your nose scrunch up in disgust.
The interior is somehow worse. The walls are covered with blue, red and white striped wallpaper while seating booths are placed around the ice-cream parlour, red leathered and shiny. It was quite shocking to you that it was almost empty, since, Starcourt Mall had just opened. Logically, wouldn't people crowd around an ice-cream parlour on a summer morning?
You walked up to the counter to find Steve, a tall teenager your age, with styled hair and an ego too large for anyone to handle. You hit your hand on the bell that's on the corner of the front counter, causing Steve to bring his attention back to reality, rather than dozing off in his thoughts mid-task.
“Ahoy!” Steve greets from the register, not bothering to look up from whatever he had been occupied by.
“Wow, this place really complements the look." You taunted, smirking, when he finally spots you. The sailor theme is rather hilarious.
“Y/n?” Steve smiled, leaning on the counter as he takes you in, “What’re you doing here so early? My shift doesn't finish for hours.”
“I needed to kill some time,” You shrug, “I thought I'd pay my favourite sailor a visit.”
Steve puffs, opening his mouth to respond. But, before he can say anything, another voice pipes up from around the corner. It's raspy, laced with sarcasm.
“He’s only your favourite sailor because you haven’t met me yet," At the hatch behind Steve is a tall girl with broad shoulders, a tall figure and a careless posture. She has her hands placed on the further counter, while she starts twirling a black ring around her middle finger. She has black bracelets and a watch on one wrist, a spiked bracelet on the opposite. Both hands are painted with black nail polish, which shine in the light, presumably because they are newly painted. She was, like Steve, also dressed in a ridiculous uniform, which she somehow made look attractive. “I promise I’m much better company.”
“Well, you certainly look better in the uniform.” You look her up and down, chuckling, as she returns a flirtatious grin.
Steve looks pathetic as he starts running a hand down the front of his ludicrous smock, “I think I make this thing work pretty well for me.”
The girl scoffs, wide-eyed, “The loser board says otherwise, Dingus.” She calls, pointing at the whiteboard that's propping up next to her. The board is split in two: one side had, "You Rule!" written above it, and, the opposite side, "You Suck!". With no surprises, The 'You Rule!' side has no marks below it, whereas the other has a large amount of five drawn on.
You laugh at this, fingers tapping against the glass of the countertop, as you look at the board, then back to her, “Things can only go downhill when he’s forced to use words.”
She laughs with you briefly, then taps her name badge with her finger, "I'm Robin, in case you didn't know. Robin Buckley."
You raise your left eyebrow, "I do recall being in most of your classes, y'know. Just because I hang around with Steve doesn't mean I'm a complete moron."
Steve pouts from where he stands, arms crossing defiantly over his chest, “This is not a duo I'm here for at all. I think we should have a rule that you two are not allowed within thirty feet of each other."
“You always try to keep me away from the pretty ones." You roll your eyes, lips set into a smirk as she watch Robin’s cheeks turn a dark shade of strawberry red. For someone with such a tough attitude, she sure was easy to fluster.
“Yeah,” Steve agrees, “—I hate fighting for your attention. You make me feel like a fool when around ladies with you.”
“I'm sorry," You shrug your shoulders, "Must be a weakness of mine.” You breath a laugh once more, glancing over at Robin, who was already staring.
“Are you flirting with me through Steve right now?" Robin starts shaking her head in disbelief, "Is that what’s happening? — Because, if you are, I’m disappointed in myself that It’s working.”
Steve swiftly turns to you, “My charms have rubbed off on her! She's like a charm-sucking vampire. She’s the reason I can’t get any girls.” He rants, pausing with wide eyes as if he’d came to some great realization, “It all makes sense now...”
“The only thing I’ve gotten from being around you is brain damage.” You respond, with a playful eye roll.
Robin purses her lips and places a hand to her hip, feeling a surge of confidence, "If you want to ever flirt without proxy..." She pulls a black pen from her pocket, then holds out one of her soft hands to take one of yours. You slide yours into her palm without hesitation, both of you sharing a smile.
She quickly finishes scribbling her phone number to the back your hand, her warm fingers brushing across your skin. You feel a small shiver briefly down your spine, throwing you slightly off guard. Robin stands back with a pleased smile, "Call me?"
You smile softly, nodding your head, "Consider it already done."
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first fic here, kiiinda nervous... (is the robin fandom still active on tumblr?¿!) interactions are appreciated! 🫶🏻
She has got a big dazed smile on her face, and it took some time to coax her into slipping her hand around your waist.
You move closer to her little by little as she seems nervous and a little anxious.
You practiced before at home together lots of times, she wasn't so stiff there. But this was different, this was public. It was outside the safe bubble you two created at your homes.
Here people were judging, gawking, were you friends? Why is she holding her like that?
You feel Robin's hands start to sweat with every step closer you take. Her dazed smile starts to fade as her gaze slips towards on lookers.
While you understand her worry, you can't hide the pain you feel.
Robin's eyes slide back to you when she feels you step back. Your hands move almost robotically to hold her at arms length, resting on her shoulders.
It feels like a knife in her chest as she watches you look down at your feet. Robin knows you well enough to know that means you're hiding.
Not from the world around you but from her. You're hiding your own pain to make sure she's comfortable.
Robin shakes her head slightly whispering "don't" throat cracked voice. She stops swaying and you do too.
Her arms snake around you and pull you to her, flush against her body.
You look up at Robin in shock while she let's a shaken smile inch onto her lips.
You find yourself lost in her eyes as she moves her face closer. Her forehead leans pressed to yours. She's trying to block out the world as she murmurs "I'm sorry."
Again she pulls you closer and nuzzles your cheek with her nose. Robin begins to sway to the music her hips drawing your to join her. As she moves her feet you follow her lead.
"they don't matter anymore, old habits die hard. And yeah I'm a little scared..." Robin confesses.
"but I don't ever want to be the reason you look so lost and alone. Not when I'm literally right beside you. I don't want to be your pain, I don't ever want to be that." She goes on.
Robin's hand slips behind your head and gently guides you to rest against her chest.
You smile and snuggle in, you can hear Robin's rushing heart slow as you settle into each other, her rest on top of yours. She starts to smile when she feels your fingers grip at her clothing.
"Thank you, Robin." You whisper.
"I should be the one thanking you. You're setting me free." She replies.
You two continue to dance the world around you fading into a blur.
I’m autumn girlie, I’m a lonely bisexual, here is a sneak peek at something I’m working on, hope it doesn’t suck.
It’s the Great Pumpkin, Robin Buckley || Robin Buckley x Black!Fem Reader Sneak Peek
Summary:Over the course of a three day fall festival, Robin Buckley attempts to ask out the most beautiful girl in Hawkins.
Day One: The Corn Maze Incident.
“You could try this new invention, Robin, it’s called talking.” Steve grumbled, more or less shoving their paper tickets at the maze attendant. Robin pretended not to hear him in favor of yearning for you, the pretty girl in the corduroy skirt not six feet ahead of them, so close Robin could put her hand in the back pocket of that corduroy skirt if she wanted to.
Robin wanted to, so, so, badly.
“Town pariah Steve, town goddamn pariah. So I think I’ll yearn from afar until college and or until I die, whichever comes first.” Robin retorted, watching you disappear into the maze, an excited smile on your face, making those brown dimples sparkle in the afternoon autumn sun.
“She rented Desert Hearts, she’s totally got one foot in the fox den.”
“What does that even mean, Steve?”
“Foxes, lady foxes, Buckley.”
“I don’t think that means what you think it means, Steve.”
Somehow in the middle of her yearnathon, Robin lost Steve in the maze, which was fun for about five minutes but the autumn sun started feeling a little like a summer sun and Robin was starting to regret the sweater she was wearing and longed for the cotton t-shirt beneath.
A quick look around the quiet corn was enough confirmation for Robin to do a quick change, vanishing into the sweater to pull it off.
Sudden quiet laughter and the feeling of a breeze around her boobs confirmed to Robin’s horror that she had grabbed both articles of clothing instead of one.
Robin had no chance to give into the looming embarrassment when two warm hands rushed up against her stomach, pulling the shirt down to free Robin from her sweater prison. If Robin’s cheeks were aflame, then she was a fucking supernova when she got a look at her rescuer.
You.
You with your big brown eyes and soft brown skin and full lips were two inches from Robin’s face. You were looking at her lips, she was looking at yours and in this corn maze, Robin was going to do it, any minute now, she was going to ask you to get cider sometime.
Any minute now.
“Are you okay, Robin?” You asked, a concerned smile on your face as you picked a piece of hay out of her hair, not so subtly wanting another excuse to touch her.
Here goes nothing.
For a girl who’s mouth moved faster than the speed of sound, the words become toffee in Robin’s mouth, sticky and slow, too slow.
Robin gave a tiny nod instead and you couldn’t help but pout just a little, wanting to hear that roaring fire of a voice.
Your friends grabbed you by the hand, leading you fast and far away from heavenly faced trumpet extraordinaire Robin Buckley with an awkward wave goodbye, a wave Robin for some reason only known to God herself, decided to return with a salute.
She saluted you.
“There you are, where did you go?” Steve asked, bursting through a nearby patch of corn, eyebrow raised at his friend who had become the world’s first lesbian scarecrow, just standing there frozen in autumnal gay panic.
“She said my name, Steve.”
That was it.
Come candy apple or cider donut, Robin Buckley was going to ask you out if it was the last thing she did.
Hi can you write a Robin Buckley x reader fic, where Robin and reader were each other's first kiss (they didn't tell anyone)and now are partner for a science project. At first they dont realize who each other are, but once they realize it it's awkward, eventually reader asks Robin if she wants to go on a date and Robin says yes
Of course! I fell in love with this idea as soon as I read it, I love Robin with my whole heart and I hope I did her justice.
we fell in love in october
1.8k words
Summary: The cute girl in your science class has a first kiss story that's strikingly similar to yours.
Pairing: Robin Buckey x reader
Warnings: None, but let me know if there should be!
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You didn't think anything of it at first. But then again, that's usually how these things go.
When you stepped into class on the first day of school, taking the first empty desk you saw, you didn't think it would ever make a difference. You didn't think you'd even spare your seatmate a second glance, planning to daydream through the entire period.
But the more you sat near her, noticed her in your peripheral, you found yourself leaning back to get a better look- still trying to be as subtle as possible. She was leaned back in her seat, legs spread open in a manner that would earn a side-eye from most parents, right leg tapping furiously. Her arms were folded comfortably over her middle, and she was chewing on her lip. Her eyes darted towards you, and she gave you a shy wave.
Shit. You hadn't realized in your curiosity that you'd actually turned your head all the way and were now staring at her. You ducked your head, giving an embarrassed 'hi'.
Robin seemed to be opening her mouth to say something, but it snapped shut when the teacher, with a very dinosaur-like face and cat-eye glasses, cleared her throat in a shrill and exaggerated manner. She began calling out names, and you let out a quiet breath.
You were now hypervigilant about how often you glanced at her, cheeks warming every time she caught your gaze. It wasn't panic that flared up in your stomach, but you weren't sure what else to name it. Excitement, perhaps?
"Buckley, Robin."
"Here!" Your seatmate raised her hand, and upon further inspection, you noted the chipped black paint on her nails. Her fingers and wrist were adorned with silver jewelry. It waved, and shit.
She caught you again. Your head whipped back towards the front, and you could have sworn you heard a quiet laugh.
. . .
"Today's the day, Pop."
Your head fell back, a groan paving the way for an exhausted laugh.
Robin had given you the nickname Pop a month into school, after she'd made a comment that you, like Mary Poppins, were "practically perfect in every way". You'd laughed it off and rolled your eyes, spending the rest of the day desperately praying nobody asked why you were smiling to yourself.
It was October now, temperature dropping rapidly and making way for snow season. So every time Robin trudged into class her cheeks and nose were tinged pink, making your staring problem- which Robin had long since told you she picked up on and teased you for- much worse.
"Don't remind me." You sighed, grinning.
"Wonder how she'll do it." Robin scooted her chair in, folding her arms over the desk and resting her chin on them. "Arrange partners, I mean."
You shrugged. "I just hope I don't get stuck with Carol."
"Ooh, yeah. You'll get stuck doing the entire project." Robin agreed.
"Hem hem!" You winced at the sound. Robin snickered, hiding her face in the crook of her arms to stifle the noise.
The teacher droned on and on about what you assumed was the relevance of the project, how it would impact your grade, and how she would be grading it. You didn't hear, Robin was making faces to mimic your fossil of a teacher.
"You'll be working with your seatmates, and no, there'll be no exceptions."
Your ears perked at that. You and Robin looked at each other in sync.
Robin's face, though it was excited, had a strange undertone of shock. Like she'd just realized something; what it was you had no clue.
"Guess you didn't get Carol after all." Robin smiled, but it didn't quite meet her eyes. She looked a little panicked, actually.
"Thank God." You rolled your eyes, then glanced at the clock. "There's no way we're going to get this done by Monday."
Robin was looking over the material. "Yeah, definitely not."
"We're gonna have to meet up over the weekend, when works for you?"
Robin looked up abruptly. "Sunday," she blurted out after a second.
Sunday.
. . .
You shouldn't have spent as much time as you did standing in front of your mirror, glancing at the clock and then back at your hair.
You'd spent the entire morning cleaning your house, checking and re-checking if your room looked appropriate for company. You had your books and papers laid out neatly over your comforter, finding nothing else and everything to fuss over.
When the doorbell rang, you leapt from your seat, nearly slipping on the hardwood floor as you scrambled.
When you opened the door, Robin gave you a wave. That same awkward wave she'd given you on the first day of school. Your heart fluttered.
"Brought us a little pick-me-up." She held up a plastic bag in the other hand.
"You're a lifesaver." You stepped aside to let her in, blinking at the proximity as she passed you. She was actually in your house. You thought you might shit yourself.
You led her to your room, sitting awkwardly on your bed as she stood looking around, taking short steps as she took in your posters and pictures and furniture. You watched her, trying to gauge a reaction. Did she think your wallpaper color was immature? Was there dust on a picture frame you'd forgotten to swipe off?
When she glanced over at you, you expected her to make a joke but instead she winked.
You certainly weren't expecting that.
Robin laughed at your stunned reaction, sitting down next to you. "Sorry Pop, force of habit." Her head was ducked, curtained by chestnut hair. She ruffled it, tsking.
You cleared your throat, reaching for the plastic bag she'd left on the nightstand. "So, what'd you get?"
It turned out Robin had gotten coffees. While you sipped yours happily while you worked, you noticed Robin pursing her lips and scrunching her nose every time she took a sip. You wondered why she got coffee if she didn't like it, but didn't press.
Speaking of work, you made very slow progress. Your conversation went off topic a few too many times, too busy laughing and too engaged in stories to work and talk simultaneously. At some point you'd abandoned the project completely, lying side by side on your bed and staring at the ceiling.
"So you've never had your first kiss?"
You frowned. What's so bad about that?
She caught on immediately, shaking her hands. "Not that that's a bad thing! It's just, you're really pretty, so that's a little hard to believe, you don't just have guys lining up?"
You were fidgeting with your fingers. "Technically... okay, you cannot tell anyone."
Robin rolled over on her stomach, chin resting in her palm.
"When I was little, probably seven or eight, I made friends with this girl at the park. I didn't know her, I don't even remember her name, but she was really nice. She had so many band-aids on her legs, and she wore this old baseball cap with a smiley face on it. Anyways, us being dumb little kids, we kissed under the slide. It was more of a peck, really, and she ran away as soon as we did it. I never saw her again. But anyway, I don't know if I really count that as a first kiss, because I was so young and it obviously wasn't a romantic thing.."
Your voice trailed off when you noticed Robin's expression. Her jaw was hung open, and she wasn't blinking.
"Robin?" You asked, voice hushed and tense, but she didn't speak. She sat up, rigid in her movement, and walked slowly out of the bedroom, hands folded over her mouth.
The reality of what you'd just confessed hit you like a truck. You told her you'd kissed a girl. Even with how much you padded it over by saying it happened when you were young and stupid and that it meant nothing, fact was fact and if it gets told to one wrong person, it can get warped and twisted into some predatory lie and you could end up kicked out of the house and getting beat up behind grocery stores.
One minute passed. Two, three. Finally you couldn't stand the silence and hauled yourself onto your feet.
Robin was standing just outside the door, leaned against the hallway wall with her arms crossed, one hand picking at her lip. Her head jerked to look at you, cheeks paled despite the warm light from your bedroom washing over her normally honey skin.
Your hand was shaking on the doorknob, lips chapped as you opened them to speak. "I know what it sounds like-"
"You remember the hat?"
Your brows furrowed. "Huh?"
Robin shuffled past you, reaching elbow-deep into her backpack until she tugged out a tattered old snapback with a very familiar yellow stitching on the front.
Your jaw fell open. You looked, dumbfounded, between her face, equally awestruck, and the hat.
"That was you?"
Robin nodded. "That was me."
You smiled, even if only out of anxiety. "You ran away from your first kiss."
"Hey, you surprised me!" Robin threw her hands in the air. She was smiling again, ruffling her hair and shaking her head. She turned to you, who was sat back on the bed now. "Anyways, you don't even consider that a first kiss."
You shrugged. "I didn't like you then."
"But you like me now, eh Pop?"
You froze. Robin laughed, flopping back down onto the mattress. "Kidding, kidding."
But she was still chewing her lip, ducking her head down so that her hair shielded her face. You stared at her rifling through papers, resifting as though she herself didn't know what she was looking for.
"Robin."
She looked up, the most bashful you'd ever seen her.
Your body acted on its own. Your lips caught hers in a moment of reckless abandon. Briefly, before panic settled in, and you began to draw away, but a hand on the back of your neck pulled you back in.
The world around you seemed to fade, the only thing going through your racing mind was the shock of your own actions. The fact that you were actually kissing her.
When you broke the kiss, she chased after you, forehead rested against yours. Her eyes were still closed as though scared to open them, breaths held. Her hand was shaking against your skin.
When they did open, they were wide and terrified. You winked at her, and they softened, laugh lines closing around her eyelids.
The silence was deafening. She rested her face in your shoulder. It wasn't until she started giggling that she looked up.
"What's so funny?"
"I didn't run away this time." She grinned.
"Good for you, Robin." You rolled your eyes, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips.
You sat there for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes, fingers tracing over hair and jawlines. That is, until Robin jumped, clapping her hands against her thighs.
you woke up to the sound of robin tossing and turning in her sleep. groggily, you wiped the tiredness from your eyes and looked at her. you knew she had nightmares. you knew all of it, in fact. she’s never been very good at keeping secrets, and she had spilled everything to you when you started dating because she thought you deserved to know. you knew that she was drugged and interrogated by russian soldiers, stuck in an alternate dimension and strangled by the monsters lurking within it. all of it sounded like the absurdist movies you two would watch over and over, but the tears coating her blue eyes told you it was real. very real. and she’s a very bad liar, anyway.
she started to talk in her sleep. little whimpers of “don’t touch him” and “please don’t hurt me.” made your heart shatter to pieces. you placed your hand on her shoulder and pushed at it as gently as you could.
“babygirl..” you whispered, hoping you wouldn’t have to resort to waking her up harshly. “babygirl, it’s me.” she opened her eyes with a silent gasp, looking at you and you could immediately see the relief wash over her face. she sat up slowly.
“i’m sorry.” she said hoarsely, blinking tears out of her eyes. “bad dream.” she wiped her face, moving her bangs off of her brows.
“was it the mall again?” you rubbed her shoulder.
she nodded with a sigh. “it always is.” you started to launch yourself off the bed into the routine you’ve made, calling steve so robin can hear he’s okay, grabbing movies and tea so she could relax, but she grabbed your wrist before you could leave.
“not tonight.” she shook her head with a half smile. “it’s okay, babe. just stay with me.” she pulled you back down on to the bed and you landed on top of her. “oh, hello…” she crooned, wiggling her eyebrows.
“robin, i’m serious!” you retorted through a laugh, rolling off of her, but staying nearby. you lightly stroked her arm with the tips of your fingers. “what do you want then? we could talk about it, or-“
“i want you to distract me.” she looked back at you. “i want to replace this feeling…i don’t want to just…placate it, i don’t know!” she started to ramble. you forgot that stroking her arm was one of many of her niche turn ons.
“robin….” you looked at her quizzically. “are you asking me to fuck you to sleep?” you asked, barely above a whisper, even though you were the only two in the room.
she giggled. “get back on top of me, woman!” and god, the sound of her laughter, you could never say no to it. you straddled her waist, grabbing her chin delicately and leaning down to kiss her. innocent, but passionate. full of promises. it only accelerated when robin reached around and squeezed your ass. you pulled back with a gasp. “you’re gonna pay for that.” you tried to sound sexy and threatening, but her smile was too contagious.
“yes, please…” she chuckled, and then yelped when you sucked a hickey into her neck. “i have work tomorrow!”
you pulled away from her neck with a shrug. “guess you’re just gonna have to call in sick.” you leaned back down and kissed the mark you left, down her neck as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. you touched her through her underwear, and chuckled a bit. “how are you wet already? i thought i was in for a night of serious work…” you teased as you delicately dipped a finger inside of her. she wrapped her arms around your neck, arching her back into you.
“because…jesus christ, babe…” she was interrupted by you finding her sweet spot with ease, every time. she groaned at the feeling of you two fingers deep, with your thumb pressing circles onto her clit. she nipped at your ear. “you’re really fucking hot when you take care of me, you know that?” she smiled. “you go into this super sexy mother bear protector mode-“
“are you seriously comparing me to a bear while i’m inside of you?” you raised an eyebrow, picking up the pace of your fingers pumping in and out. she clung to you, her fingernails digging into your shoulders.
“in a good way.” she answered breathlessly. “i’m gonna-“
“i know babe, i’ve got you.” you told her, looking into those blue eyes and wanting to give her everything. “i always got you.”
she reached her release and squeezed your arms, trying to catch her breath. you kissed her cheek and rolled off of her, brushing the sweat off of her forehead. when you were grabbing washcloths from the bedside drawer, she pulled you underneath her. “jesus christ, robin!” you squealed. “you have, like, horny strength.”
“only time i’m ever athletic.” she grabbed your cheek and kissed you deeply, ready to take care of you now.
Hiiii this is KM I’d like to request anything Robin 😍
Hi hiiii @hellfirehottie420 🖤 I think you know what this one’s about 😉 for reference, this is Robbie’s dress
warnings: 18+ mature content minors go away - grassy meadow vibes while wearing dresses with your girl. No body depictions, someone gets clumsy, food mentions (berry picking + eating) Robin speaks a lil French, oral at the end.
Basking in the end of the day sunlight, the long grass tickles your shins as you walk across the slanted hill to find the perfect spot to dry off after a little dip to your knees in the creek to wash off the afternoon’s berry basket foraging.
It wasn’t golden hour, yet the lively green foliage of sporadic elms and oaks around you glowed with a honey halo from the horizon-approaching sun. It made your eyelids turn amber, closing them after losing yourself in the clouds, making pictures of swirling cotton whisked away by this gentle end of summer breeze that seemed to lull you to sleep with its hushed sweeping whispers through the green.
“A bunny-!” one fair freckled arm extends upwards, a bright berry juice stained finger pointing high for you to look above.
Your head lifts from the sleeve of Robin’s cotton dress, finding yourself resting upon her warm shoulder as the ground cooled your back. Eyes open in a squint before focusing on the shape of a thin hare stretched across the atmosphere, chuckling to yourself in a sleepy mumble as you nuzzle your cheek back against the billowy fabric.
“I see it,” you smile with eyes closed, feeling blissfully content as the sun’s heat poured over your skin like a blanket fresh from the laundry.
“Don’t go to sleep now,” giggles the young woman, taking another berry from the basket that was meant for tonight’s dessert. “You’ll miss the sunset.”
“I’m not sleeping,” you lie through raspberry stained lips, draping an arm and leg over Robin’s lounging body in a lazy affectionate hold, feeling unusually and expressively grateful for the day you had spent together.
“I just feel so good right now,” you sigh.
The hand that pops the fruit in her mouth comes down to your thigh, her soft thumb brushing gentle circles on skin where your long skirt hitched up. She chuckles from her throat as she chews on the firm tart texture, then turns to kiss your forehead, a shared unspoken reciprocation of appreciation of fortunate weather and time well spent with the person whose company you loved most.
“Y’know,” you giggle, speaking up again, making the girl grin before you could even tell her what was making you laugh.
“When we were in the water just now…
I could totally see down your bodice.”
Robin’s cackling laugh continues until her voice turns low with her chin to her chest, a strawberry blush tints her paint flecked cheeks as she tries to look at your face.
“Oh? Liked what you saw?”
“Mhm,” you start to wake, not that tired anymore after the image of her low dipping neckline the only thing you could manage to think of in that pretty head of yours. The way her uncupped chest curved as he bent over to dip her hands in the cool water, rinsing away berry juice and little leaves and bits that came along when you plucked from the bushes.
“How’s your butt?” Robin’s hand starts roaming further up your thigh, now hidden away under the patchy grass stain on your dress from when you fell earlier.
“M’fine,” you shrug, more annoyed than in pain now.
The memory of you slipping and nearly rolling down the steep knoll in front of the girl hurt more than the accident. Robin was usually the clumsy one, you would’ve been staring at her chest through wet linen if you hadn’t caught her hand back at the creek,
“We can ice it tonight,” her palm lovingly soothes over the spot with gentle care.
“Want me to check if there’s a bruise?” She comes to her knees, making you roll onto your back and watch her bunch up her hemline in fists over knees that walk around your lounging figure between the sugar smelling white and pink clovers.
Robin adorned the aforementioned flower, the long stem you placed resting on a double pierced ear still tucked between a lowering head of chin length dirty blonde locks as you watched her pinch at the fabric of your dress and lift.
She hums inquisitively at first, inspecting the back of your thigh, your lower half twisted with both knees to the side. With arms stretching above your head like a cat as you wake more, you giggle at her sudden silence and the dropping parachute of your flowy skirt.
You mischievously bite your lower lip at the sudden rosy flush across her visage, letting it go as arms return to your side after swimming through the surrounding grass.
“How’s it looking, Doc?”
“Ah…. No bruise,” Robin confirms with a nod of her head and a silent clearing of her throat. Her steel blue eyes narrow, climbing up your body before they meet your gaze.
“- but you’re not wearing any underwear, missy.”
The look you give her, playful act of false modesty,
Oh, I know,
as knees separate to plant feet flat amidst the spongy earth as if it were a firm mattress.
Legs spread open, your flowy dress draping over what Robin now knows lay bare and exposed. She crawls up your body, giving you a sweet and fresh fruit tasting kiss. Teeth clash over teeth, nose brushing over nose as you both grin so stupidly,
“You’re incorrigible-” Robin tells you, beginning to slide down your front with kisses to your bosom as her hands lift up your dress once more.
“Absolutely wicked… insouciant-“
“Mm,” you close your eyes with a light giggle, returning to that warm amber vision as you feel her start to kiss down your inner thigh, bunching the dress over your waist.
“-love it when a little French slips off your tongue.”
“Not the only thing you love about my tongue,” Robin playfully retorts, arms hooking under thighs as she lays her belly on the clovers.
You feel her breathy laugh on your exposed sex, gasping in tiny breaths at the feel of fingers that plucked berries and reached for clouds parted you open slightly, enough room for her stained lips to press against that needy bud for a kiss that has your body buzzing.
Robin always started slow, savoring each drop of your arousal that spilled whenever she touched you like this.
As she continues to latch on, her ears fill with the sounds of orchestrated moans and cries from you that mix with the melody of nearby songbirds.
Robin hums into your core and every single nerve in your body buzzes like the cicadas in the trees, panting for her not to stop, please don’t stop.
With a hand smoothing down her tousled waves, your other one reaches for the basket nearby, grabbing a few sun warmed blueberries that pop on your tongue with sweet and sour as your teeth mash the firm bodies.
Head thrown back in the grass, your vision blurs and blends the slow seeping watercolor sky of orange spice and dark lavender.
You find yourself seeing shooting stars in apricot clouds, the breeze cooling the sweat on your skin as Robin lowers both of your legs to join your heads together once more, licking the smashed berry juice off the corner of your mouth before sultry speaking into your ear with a raspy, breathy whine,
Summary: It was the summer of ‘87. Nothing in your life had prepared you for Robin, but somehow everything had begun falling into place. It all started with a movie and a pair of ocean-blue eyes, and suddenly you were dancing to a Jukebox in a long-closed diner, or racing down the length of a pier, swimming in the moon-dipped lake and walking her home down yellow-lit streets, talking about the way The Smiths sound like indigo and the best time of the summer is when the fireflies start to come out.
It was the summer of ‘87, and you were falling in love.
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Chapter 7: Here I Go Again
“I’m telling you guys, he just like… doesn’t listen to what I’m saying. It doesn’t matter what it is -- I could tell him I’m heading to college tomorrow, bags already packed, and he’d still be fucking disappointed.”
Steve was stacking shelves with half of his focus and ranting with the other, hand waving through the air with an occasional VHS to add to his point. You were leaning back against the counter of Family Video, resting between Robin’s legs. She had her arms wrapped around your shoulders in a loose but heavy grip, and her chin sat on one of her arms. Steve would have been complaining that she wasn’t working if he wasn’t still reeling from an argument he'd had with his dad.
“I’m sorry, Steve,” you said.
“Yeah,” Robin chimed in, reaching up to lay a hand on the top of your head, tilting it this way and that like a monkey inspecting a coconut. “Parents suck.”
“Parents fucking suck,” he insisted, shoving the last VHS tape into its spot on the shelf. “I can’t wait to move out.”
“Take me with you,” Robin pleaded. Your heart immediately fluttered at the thought of moving into your own little home with Robin and Steve.
“God, can you imagine,” you said, sliding your hands behind Robin’s knees and pulling her closer to you. “Actually having a place of our own…”
“Now hang on a minute, I said I can’t wait to move out -- who said anything about you bozos.”
“Steeeeeeve,” Robin whined, tilting her head so her cheek was smushed against your shoulder. She wrapped her arms further across your chest. “I thought we were best friends.”
“We are best friends -- that doesn’t mean I don’t need my own space.”
“So you can have a man cave,” she replied, voice rising an octave in that way that always meant she was making fun of him.
“Really, Robin? You just--”
“Hey guys,” a sudden familiar voice called along with the chime of the bell as the door opened and Eddie burst through. “I brought the kid.” He spun halfway, pointing a finger at a teenager who was trailing behind him.
“‘The kid.’ Really?” the boy deadpanned, giving Eddie an unamused look.
“Henderson!” Steve grinned, his mood immediately improving. He fidgeted like he was going to run over to him but instead leaned over the other side of the counter. Robin pulled her legs out of your grip to twist around.
“What am I, chop liver?” Eddie demanded, shooting him a wink when the other man rolled his eyes before going to poke him in the ribs.
“Hey,” Robin greeted the kid.
“Hey,” the kid, nodding his head at her, then his gaze quickly snapped to you peeking over her shoulder. “Holy shit,” he said with an endearing lisp. “Is this the…”
“Yep, this is my…”
“Hi,” you raised an awkward hand.
“Holy shit, hi!” he perked up, grinning from ear to ear. The corners of his mouth curled into dimples, the skin around his eyes crinkling with the intensity of his smile. The decision that you liked this kid was instantaneous.
He took a big step closer to the counter and reached a hand over it.
“I’m Dustin, it’s nice to finally meet you,” he shot Robin an intentional look, then glanced back at you. You ducked around Robin to take his hand, smirking when he gave it a firm, business-like shake.
“Nice to meet you too.”
“Why is this just now happening?” he demanded, glancing around the room.
Steve gave a vague shrug, Eddie smirked slyly as he leaned onto Steve’s shoulder, and Robin said, “We’ve just been a little busy, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh,” Dustin said around another smaller grin, eyes twinkling as he looked back at you. “Awesome.”
“Henderson quit staring, you creep.”
“Wha-- I’m not staring--” He dodged as Steve suddenly lunged around the counter for him. The older boy dropped a hand onto the top of Dustin’s baseball cap and gave him a friendly shove before ducking away from the kid’s elbows. Eddie was watching them with his arms crossed and a love-drunk grin on his face that you knew he probably would have denied with his life if anyone dared to bring it up.
“Oh my god, they’re adorable,” you whispered to Robin, turning to face her and draping your arms over her shoulders. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed as she smirked at you.
“You’re adorable.”
“Shut up,” you tucked your nose behind her ear, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo.
“Holy shit!” Dustin suddenly yelled, voice cracking. You lifted your head and Robin turned hers to find him staring at you. “You guys totally have to come skating with us on Friday.”
There was a chorus of “What? No,” “Skating, you guys are going skating?” and “I can’t skate -- I can barely even walk,” the last one belonging to the girl whose legs were wrapped around your hips.
“Come on,” Dustin groaned, obviously lacking the patience required to deal with any answer but ‘yes.’ “Guys, it’ll be so fun. El wants to go before they all head back to California, so that means it would actually be really rude to say no. Besides," he added, waving a hand at you. "She can meet the rest of the party there. You guys can't just keep her all to yourselves forever."
"Uh, last I checked she’s a free person," Robin said with mock pleasantness and her own eyebrow raised.
"Alright, fine," Dustin replied, somehow sounding like a parent who was ending an argument he knew he could win. You couldn't help but wonder who this kid was. He was kind of great. "But my argument still stands."
Then, horrifyingly, he looked to you, his lips curling into that adorable grin.
"So, you wanna come skating this weekend?"
"Uh," you hummed, glancing at Robin. She just stared back at you with what you thought might be an expression high on fondness. "Sure," you decided even though you weren't actually sure. "Why not?"
"Robin might fall and crack her big head open," Steve said in answer to your rhetorical question.
“Uh, for your information, I actually have an average-sized head, thank you very much.”
Eddie snorted.
“I mean, if that’s okay,” you ignored the theatrics you were more than used to by now and looked at Robin. You didn’t want to pressure her into anything, and you also didn’t want to just waltz yourself right into her friend group if she didn’t want you to.
But Robin smiled softly. Always soft, always sweet like springtime.
“If you’re game,” she shrugged. “I’m game. You’ll just have to keep me from cracking my perfectly average-sized head head open,” she hooked her arms around your waist with a smirk.
“Oh, you guys are so cute,” Dustin said, and you both turned around to find him grinning at you.
“Shut up, nerd,” Robin said even though she was smiling too. She reached over to give him a little shove to keep up appearances.
“So, six o’clock?” he looked expectantly around the room.
“Yeah, sure,” Steve grumbled, and everyone else nodded in agreement.
The roller rink in Hawkins was, in almost every way, about as fancy as you’d expect. It was almost always empty during weekdays and crowded during weekends when kids had off school and parents were looking for a way to get them out of the house. It was dark, the floor was cracked in a few places, and the roller skates were likely older than all of you combined. You were pretty sure your parents had used the same skates you were using now, and as you carried the worn leather back to an equally worn cushioned seat just outside the skating area, you half expected a wheel to pop off or something.
You’d arrived before the rest of the kids. You, Robin, and Dustin had all piled into Steve’s car earlier that evening. Dustin, taking the passenger seat, had ranted about the grade he’d gotten on his science project and how he was being “cheated for all I’m worth, Steve. Cheated.” Then he changed the tone by bragging about how well Suzie had done on her own project.
“Suzie?” you asked, wondering if she was one of the kids you’d be meeting tonight.
“Dustin’s girlfriend,” Robin teasingly provided.
“Yeah,” Dustin said, grinning dreamily. “She’s great. She lives in Utah, though, so we made this whole radio system to communicate. Way easier than using a phone, and this way we know no one can listen in on our conversations.”
“Ew,” Steve muttered.
“It’s not ‘ew,’ it’s romantic.”
“Sounds pretty ‘ew’ to me.”
“Oh, there it is,” Robin leaned between the seats to point at the turn in the road. “Pay attention, Steve.”
“I am, Jesus, would you sit back down?”
With a smirk, Robin flopped herself back into her seat. As Steve turned into the parking lot, Robin gave you a fond smile. It lit up her face like a spring morning, all sunshine and birdsong, and you felt something unbearably warm bloom between your ribs.
Clambering out of Steve's car, you’d all rushed inside to get your skates, Dustin leading the way like he owned the place and chatting with the employees eagerly -- even when they were less than eager to talk to him. Steve had rolled his eyes about five times since getting inside, but there was a constant spark in them. You were pretty sure he loved this kid, and you were also sure that it made sense. Steve, at his very core, was loving -- even when he was trying very hard not to be.
You and Robin had just sat down next to each other when a familiar puff of brown hair popped up in the crowd of pre-teens and parents who had already filled the building. When he caught sight of you, Eddie waved dramatically, and then he spun in a circle to herd a group of kids toward the front desk. Behind him, a large man in a floral shirt had his arm slung around a tiny woman in a beige jacket and following them was another group of kids.
“Jesus, you guys weren’t kidding. How many children does Steve know?”
Robin looked at you and grinned.
“Hey, oh my god!” Dustin called, hopping excitedly as two boys ran up to tackle him in a group hug. From the back of the crowd, another boy appeared and raced towards the pile, throwing his skinny arms around his friends. You watched them with a vague smile on your face.
What happened next was chaos. Between the crowd of strangers and the crowd of children, you felt like you were drowning in faces as Dustin, Robin, and Steve all tried to introduce you at different times to different people. But after only a few moments, the group seemed to realize that there was a newcomer among them.
“Everybody shut up!” Dustin shrilly yelled.
“Dustin, Jesus Christ,” a dark-haired boy muttered, face scrunched in annoyance.
“Okay,” Dustin said, ignoring him. “Everyone, this is Y/N. She’s Robin’s… friend. Y/N, this is Mike,” he pointed to the dark-haired boy, who gave you a grimace in place of a smile. “Lucas,” he pointed to the boy next to Mike, who smiled and nodded. “And Will.” Last in line, Will murmured a shy, “Nice to meet you.”
Then Dustin stretched up on his tip-toes to peer over the crowd. “Max! Eleven! Erica!”
“Jesus, would you stop yelling,” Mike insisted, and Lucas laughed to himself.
Three girls appeared out of the crowd, two of them looking like they were ready to kick someone’s ass.
“What the hell do you want, nerd,” the smallest of them snarked.
“I want to introduce you to someone, so could you be pleasant and or agreeable for once in your life? This is Y/N, she’s Robin’s friend.”
“Hi,” you offered, trying to seem as disarming as possible. “It’s nice to meet you.”
The girl narrowed her eyes at you. “Hi. I’m Erica,” she finally said, looking you up and down.
“Hello,” the girl next to her said in a soft but clear voice. “I’m El. It is nice to meet you,” she held out a hand, and you took it with a gentle shake. She seemed sweet.
“This is Max,” she said, tilting her shoulders to make room for a redhead who was eyeing you warily.
“You’re Robin’s friend?” Max said, and you got the sense that this was some sort of test.
“Yeah,” you replied simply, and the girl only nodded.
“Alright,” Steve clapped his hands together. “Now that that’s done, everybody get your skates before they run out. Come on, chop-chop everybody, let’s go!”
You watched as Steve slipped into what Robin had warned you was “Mom Mode” as he herded all the kids towards the back of the room to pick up their skates.
“Hi,” the small woman greeted you, stepping around the man in the colorful shirt. She smiled as she offered you her hand, and kindness radiated from every inch of her. “I’m Joyce, Will and El’s mom. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too,” you replied, instantly feeling comfortable.
“I know things can be a little crazy around here,” she glanced around the roller rink. “But you let me know if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” you said, feeling a bit of your mask chip away as you began to feel more at ease. Maybe meeting new people wasn’t as scary as you’d been led to believe your whole life. Maybe you’d just never met the right people.
“Should we get this show on the road?” Robin said, appearing close to your side.
“Let’s do it,” you murmured. “Just promise you won’t break any bones, okay?”
“‘Course not. You’re here to look after me, right?” she replied, voice sugar-sweet. All you could do was nod, your mouth opening uselessly. Robin shrugged as she backed towards the seat. “Then I’ll be fine.”
“Keep your knees bent. Knees bent, Steve -- fucking Christ.”
“Shut up, Henderson,” Steve hollered back as best he could without toppling himself over. He looked like a baby deer on ice. You’d started calling him Bambi and he’d threatened to never drive you anywhere ever again. Robin laughed so hard she’d nearly fallen over, and you’d had to grab her under the armpits to stop her from hitting the deck. Then Steve laughed so hard he did fall over, and Dusin had to take several prolonged minutes to catch his breath and wipe the tears from his eyes when the whole ordeal was over.
You grinned as you passed Steve, who squinted his eyes at you in a way that suggested if he didn’t have wheels strapped to his feet, you’d be in a headlock right about now. It also probably helped that you were the main reason Robin wasn’t on her ass. In her words, “I’ve got about as much coordination as a newborn giraffe. Probably less.” She hadn’t let go of your hand since you’d entered the rink, her knuckles white and her palm sweaty. It was probably one of the few places, you realized, where the two of you could hold hands like this without getting odd looks. Plenty of people were helping each other stay upright -- it hardly mattered that you and Robin were touching.
It was nice. God, it was nice -- even when you were both sweaty, and the rink was crowded, and Robin looked like she was doing the monster mash trying to keep herself balanced. You giggled at the thought.
“What?” she managed to look at you without tripping over her own feet.
“You look adorable,” you murmured, leaning to bump your forehead on her shoulder because outright kissing her like you wanted to wouldn’t have gone down well.
“You look adorable,” she shot back, wrinkling her nose with a grin. “Also, how are you so good at this?”
You shrugged. “I’ve got good balance.”
Risking life and limb, Robin skated closer until she was nearly pressed against your side.
“My girlfriend’s multi-talented,” she whispered in your ear, wiggling her eyebrows when you looked up at her. You tried to keep yourself from burning up.
“I have to pee,” you suddenly said.
Robin looked at you for a moment, then glanced around. “I, uh, guess I should help you to the bathroom, right?”
“I mean… Peeing on wheels is dangerous business.”
Her eyes lit up with the realization followed by a mischievous smile, and then she was pulling you towards the rink’s exit, ignoring the other skaters as they dodged around you.
“Hey,” you heard a familiar voice call. You tilted your heels and spun around.
“Holy shit,” Robin muttered, grabbing onto your arm in alarm -- as if she’d be able to hold you up. No, the gesture was more like a commitment to going down with you.
“So what, you guys’re just gonna leave me?” Steve yelled, and then his arms flew up as the effort of yelling nearly knocked him on his ass for the dozenth time that night.
“Bathroom,” you yelled back, pointing towards the door in the corner of the large room. “Besides, Dustin’s taking great care of you.”
“Finally,” the kid announced. “Some of the respect I deserve. I like her,” he turned to Steve. “She’s way better than you.”
“Oh, oh really, okay,” Steve muttered, pulling a face before dodging sideways and trying to push Dustin over. The younger boy yelled, but he was grinning. You smiled after them, and when you turned to find Robin again, she was watching you, something soft and distinctly happy on her face.
“So, uh… bathroom?” you murmured.
“Oh, uh… yes. Bathroom,” she replied.
It was more of an ordeal than you’d expected, getting inside the small room without being dismembered by the sink or beheaded by the stall doors. The slight slope in the floor was enough to make you unsteady, and Robin, her cheeks flushed red, looked like she was seriously considering the possibilities of an afterlife. But you managed, mostly by holding onto each other in a death grip. You were surprised neither of you had lost an eye by the time you determined that the bathroom was empty.
And as soon as you did that, you found your back against the wall. Robin was holding onto the sink -- the only reason she’d been able to push you backward -- and she was smiling at your lips. With eyes half-lidded and breath coming in short puffs that moved the strands of her frizzy hair, she leaned forward and kissed you. Her lips were hot and soft, and they tasted like the chapstick you kept in your work apron. You hummed, wrapping an arm around her neck.
“I,” she said, ducking back slightly. You opened your eyes to look into her soft blue ones. “I probably smell really bad right now. Like, a serious B.O. situation going on--”
You laughed, quickly shaking your head.
“No, no -- you just… you smell like you. Good,” you clarified. “You smell good…” Inching your nose into her hair, you managed to convince her.
“I’m so glad you exist,” she whispered against your cheek. “And that you’re, like, a goddess on skates, because otherwise I’m pretty sure I’d be dead by now.”
“Oof,” you winced, leaning back enough that you could smile, but not so far that your noses couldn’t touch. “‘A goddess?’ I don’t know…”
“I do. It’s definitely hot.”
You breathed out a small laugh, glancing at your feet, at the way Robin’s leg had braced against your thigh. You didn’t know what to say, so you lifted your hands to the waistband of her shorts, letting them play with the belt loops before sliding your fingers gently up her waist.
Eyes wandering slowly across your face, she’d just opened her mouth when there was a sudden noise from outside the bathroom. Pushing off of you, Robin spun in a circle like a rabbit caught in a trap. Acting on instinct, you reached out and caught her with one hand while flipping on the sink with the other -- just in time for Joyce to round the corner.
“Take it easy,” you said. “If the floor gets wet, we’re gonna have even bigger problems…” Laughing anxiously, you nodded toward the soap dispenser.
“Oh… oh right,” realization flitted across her face and she reached around you to stick her hands under the stream of water. She was still unsteady, though, and you grabbed her waist with both hands, this time just to steady her. Turning over your shoulder, you glanced at Joyce.
“You both are braver than me,” she said, smirking kindly. “Could never get me on a pair of those things. Not anymore…”
You smiled, the panic rushing out of your body.
“Yeah, it’s… an acquired skill,” you managed.
“I haven’t acquired it,” Robin added, and then she stiffened as she almost lost her balance again. Your hold on her waist kept her from falling.
“Well, it seems like you’re both doing great,” Joyce said, smiling again before ducking into a stall. You let out a breath as you turned to glance at Robin. Nothing was said, but you both could see it in each other’s eyes, how close of a call that had been. Even though Joyce seemed nice, you didn’t want to take any chances. At the very least, you didn’t want to have to try and explain what you and Robin had between each other to anyone else. It was yours, and you wanted to keep it that way.
“Ready?” you breathed, hand sliding around to the small of her back -- more of a comforting gesture than anything. Maybe for her, maybe for you.
“Yeah,” she nodded, grabbing your hand. She gave it a squeeze and a little shake, and it made your insides feel just as good as when she kissed you. Everything Robin did made you feel loved.
Which even included having to hold her tall frame up as you both wobbled your way out of the bathroom.
“We're lucky no one’s lost an eye,” she said.
“I was just thinking that,” you laughed and held her hand tighter.
“Heya,” a voice droned past you, and you looked up in time to see Eddie spin on his wheels and coast backward, two cans of soda in hand. “How’s it going, nerds?”
“This is what happens when he hangs out with Erica. He gets even more annoying than usual,” Robin explained, leaning into you so she didn’t have to yell over the music and clatter of skates.
“Ouch?” Eddie announced, clutching a hand to his chest.
“We’re good,” you said, ignoring Robin with a smirk. “Well, we almost died in the bathroom, but other than that.”
“Oh, the bathroom, eh? And of course, you needed a partner for that perilous journey…”
“Exactly.”
“Didn’t you hear the part about us almost dying?” Robin said, wobbling again. “If it wasn’t for her I’m pretty sure you’d have to wheel me out on a gurney.”
“Uh-huh,” Eddie squinted, but then he lifted his hands and shrugged. “As long as you’re being safe.”
“Shut up,” you grinned, rolling your eyes.
A smile tugged at Eddie’s lips, and then he was whipping around and hooking his arm over your shoulder, holding the opened soda can up and out of the way enough that, when a few splashes escaped, they landed on the floor and not on you as he pulled you into him a planted a kiss on your cheek.
“Take care of our girl, hot wheels,” he said, and then he was coasting away, lifting a can in parting without even looking back.
“He’s such a dork.” Robin announced.
“He’s a total sweetheart,” you replied. She looked over at you, then smiled.
“Whaddya say, hot wheels. Should we hit the floor?”
“Well, let’s not hit it too hard.”
Robin’s face scrunched with a grin and she nuzzled her adorably wrinkled nose into your ear before tugging you toward the rink.
“Well, not a lot. I used to, when I was younger, but not as much anymore.”
“You’re pretty good at it.”
“Thanks,” you smiled softly.
The redhead -- Max, you were pretty sure her name was -- had reluctantly worked her way over to you. Robin was in your line of sight, waving occasionally from the center where she and Steve were skating in smaller circles. Erica was with them, coaching them better than any gym teacher you’d ever seen and, even though they both made sure to very loudly voice their complaints, it was actually helping. Steve hadn’t fallen for a solid ten minutes now, and Robin was finally looking less like a falling tree. You thought maybe Erica seemed proud -- when she was sure neither Robin nor Steve was looking.
You’d stayed on the outside, coasting leisurely while watching the people skating around you. In the crowd, you recognized friends and strangers alike, and people that fell somewhere between the two. You’d thought the kid had maybe been watching you, but you weren’t sure until she came racing by, hitting the brakes moments before sailing past you. Her first few sentences had been awkward -- stilted, like she hadn’t really decided that she wanted to do this but was doing it anyway. You tried to seem casual enough that she wouldn’t feel weird about it and found yourself letting out a breath when she relaxed into easy conversation.
“You definitely seem to know what you’re doing,” you said. “Do you skate a lot?”
“I skateboard.”
“Oh, cool!” you grinned. “I don’t think I’d be very good.”
“It just takes practice. I was pretty shit at it when I first started,” she shrugged. Then, very hesitantly. “I don’t know, you seem pretty average on wheels. It probably wouldn’t take you long to pick it up.”
“Do you skate at that bank in the park?”
“Yeah,” another hesitation. She glanced at you. “I could teach you sometime if you wanted. I mean, I’m not a teacher or anything,” she added in a rush, icing out her fluster with indifference. “But I could show you the basics or whatever.”
“Really?” you grinned wider. “Yeah, okay. Cool.”
“Cool,” Max nodded. Then, with an almost surprised glance in your direction, she skated off, catching up with Lucas, who gave her a mock shove in the shoulder. She grabbed his shoulders and pretended to shake him before he ducked out of her grip. Someone grabbed onto your shoulder. You turned around and Robin was there.
“Holy shit, that was exceptional. She, like, has this whole thing going on where she likes to seem all tough and it makes her pretend she doesn’t like anyone even when she does.”
“I like her,” you said. Robin smiled.
“Me too. She--”
“Robin!” Steve yelled from across the room, voice raising in both volume and octave as he flailed toward you.
She took a breath to yell something back -- probably “What are you yelling for so loud, dingus, can’t you use your inside voice” -- when Steve, half hunched over in a desperate attempt to not fall, pointed frantically toward the ceiling.
Robin’s eyebrows furrowed. “What--”
“Robin,” you gasped, grabbing her arm.
“Would someone kindly tell me what on Earth is-- Oh my god!”
“ABBA!” Steve yelled.
“ABBA,” she yelled back, grabbing your arm as Mamma Mia blared over the speakers.
“You can’t not dance to ABBA, but I might genuinely die so hold onto me, okay?”
You laughed, readjusting your grip on her enough that she didn’t faceplant as she began to wiggle around.
“Mamma Mia,” she sang, spinning around so she could face you head-on. You gripped her hands tightly.
“Here I go again--”
“Woah, careful!”
“My, my, how can I resist you.”
“Mamma Mia,” Steve joined, coasting by -- nearly crashing into the wall.
“Does it show again, just how much I missed you.” Steve circled behind you as the two of them sang. You couldn’t stop smiling if you tried.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie muttered as he slowly skated by. “This is truly a sad sight to see.”
Very slyly, you shot him a look. Then, throwing an arm around Robin’s shoulder, you sang nearly as loud as her and Steve.
“Yes, I've been brokenhearted. Blue since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go?”
“Not you too.”
You just kept on singing, much to the delight of Steve, who seemed to be especially enjoying Eddie’s misery at the choice of music.
“It’s a roller rink, man,” Steve argued, shrugging. He’d gotten pretty decent on the skates, much to Eddie’s dismay. Less ammo. “They’re gonna play disco music.”
“Whatever. Just focus on not breaking your neck, okay Harrington.”
"Oh my god, do you think they'll play Dancing Queen?" he asked Robin.
"Eds, I can see the vein in your forehead popping."
"New girl, I need less of that and more--" he pulled a thinking face "--ehhh, emotional support. That's it." He hooked an arm around your neck. Robin had grabbed your hand. You hadn't noticed until now -- wondered if anyone else had. Didn't care.
It surprised you, but it felt good. Your insides felt all indigo and warm air and flowers woven into a crown. The lights blinked in a meadow across the floor. You rested your hand on Eddie's arm and squeezed Robin's with the other.
"I love you," Robin whispered, leaning closer.
"Insufferable," Eddie said with a big roll of his eyes and a little tug of your shoulders.
"Can you guys not hang off each other for like, five whole minutes?" a now familiar voice appeared just a moment before Dustin skated into view.
"You know what, Henderson?" Eddie pushed off of you and slid over to grab Dustin by the shoulders. "I've always been impressed by how much gall you can pack into such a tiny body."
"Ha ha."
“Seriously, though, how do you not explode?”
“Hey.” Robin’s voice was close. You took a moment before you looked at her, shivering at the feeling of her words and the memory of her lips. Then you turned, buckling under the weight that she held in your mind -- entirely too much; perfectly enough.
“Hey,” you replied, hushed, with a shy smile that you didn’t even think to control. Probably couldn’t, when it came to her.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” you said. Then, “Well, almost.” You were getting tired, and your social battery had run out a while ago, and--
“It’s, like, really loud,” Robin said like she already knew everything you could ever tell her. Like she knew all the right ways to make it better.
“Yeah,” you whispered, smiling.
“You wanna get out of here?” she said -- dragged the words out slowly, glancing around, ocean blue eyes scanning the room before landing back on you. Always on you.
How were you this lucky to be the one that she came back to?
“Yeah,” you whispered, face aching.
Robin was steadier than she’d been the entire night as she led you toward the carpet. Everyone else around you was a blur, blending into yellow and blue streaks of sound and light and all that was inconsequential. And in your hand, Robin’s had grown warm. And somehow that didn’t matter because all the people around you were just as inconsequential as the blur. Your hips brushed hers as you untied your laces with quietly hasty fingers. And that warmth that had been in your hand came radiating off of Robin’s body. You didn’t even need to lean into it, it permeated your whole atmosphere.
The world felt so much smaller as you followed Robin to the booth at the back of the rink. The world felt just the right size. You left your skates on the counter, feeling unsteady now on your own two feet. But then Robin was there, always there, and her fingers were intertwining with yours, and you looked up at her and you knew without uncertainty that wherever you went in this life, however unsteady your feet grew, she’d always be there, and you’d always have just enough strength to find your way to her.
The two of you had the whole world.
And yet, it was sitting on a dumpster behind a run-down roller rink in nowhere Hawkins where you watched a sunset that felt too substantial to possibly be found anywhere else.
“I like your friends.” You broke the silence that had started with “You want to get out of here?” and lasted long enough to watch the yellow sun bleed down into orange, and then pink, and then purple. The sky was indigo now. It felt like home draped over your heads -- like the world had made this millions of years ago just for you where you were now. Like it had been waiting all this time for you to find it. A million and nineteen-something years.
“Oh.” Robin broke her own silence with a sigh. And with that, you were together -- a million and nineteen-something years in the making. “I’m glad,” she said. “I was irrationally afraid that you’d, like, totally hate them, or find out that they’re completely crazy and then decide you want to bail, or… something.” She chuckled nervously, her eyes finding yours, still reflecting the last bits of the sky’s color.
The sunsets always lasted longer in Robin’s eyes.
“There’s nothing,” you said like it was a full answer. Maybe it was. “There’s nothing that could ever make me want to bail, or… anything.”
You watched the tides of Robin’s eyes shift as she watched you -- ocean spray turning to dark waves and blue depths. And it was the same as the sound of crickets, far off from where you were now, away in the forest that had first held the two of you close, and it was the same as the buzz of the pavement settling under the indigo sky that held you now. Everywhere you went, there was something that knit you together. Here, outside a roller rink in nowhere Hawkins that was bursting at the seams with warmth and life and love, it was your lips.
She didn’t always kiss you slowly, but when she did, it was often under the light of a sunset, or the beams of the moon, or the glow of pool lights settled just below the water. And when she did, you found it ineluctable in you to not reach forward and feel the reflections that had settled on her cheeks. She could make any sharp light soft. She made the roughness of your fingers feel alive and ancient until her freckles and your fingerprints became one and the same.
“I’m glad you’re alive,” you said, eyelashes brushing her cheek. Robin smiled.
“Right back at you, Earth girl,” she murmured. Reaching onto your lap, she sought out your hand and hooked your pinkies together.
You took a deep breath. It was filled with the smell of asphalt and dirt and the berry shampoo in Robin’s hair. Pulling one leg up onto the dumpster and crossing it under the other, you leaned toward Robin until your temple rested on her shoulder. The sky was glowing, and the air smelled like summer. It felt like the whole world belonged to you -- like no one else was here. Like nothing else mattered beyond the connection between your pinkies.
“‘M I interrupting something?”
Neither of you panicked at the familiar voice. Instead, you turned to find Eddie walking into the orbit of your world, his hands stuffed in his pockets and a soft smile on his face.
“Don’t you usually,” Robin answered, lacking malice.
“Hi, Eds,” you said because it felt right.
“Mind if I sit?”
Robin shook her head a second before you did. Eddie hopped up next to her.
“A dumpster. Romantic.”
“Said the guy who brought Steve that old sweatshirt like a cat dropping a dead bird on a porch.”
“Hey. That sweatshirt is a piece of Metallica history, Buckley, and you’ll show it some respect.”
“You’re such a dingus, dingus.”
“Yeah, yeah, tell me about it.”
The three of you sat in silence. Eddie knocked his knee against Robin’s. She knocked hers back.
“Hey,” Steve rounded the corner. “What the hell are you guys doing, I’ve been looking for you for like twenty minutes,” he said, lacking malice. Almost soft.
“Just admiring the sunset from this dumpster,” Eddie announced.
“Looks to me like you’re third-wheeling, Munson.”
“What? Never.”
“Yeah, I, uh… think we’re pretty far beyond third wheeling in this relationship, Steve,” Robin said. “Or even fourth wheeling.”
“We’re a package deal,” Eddie added. “Like collectibles.”
“Collectables,” Steve narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, okay sure. Well, when you guys are done being weird, I’m ready to go.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow indignantly before hauling himself to his feet and sauntering over to Steve.
“Don’t you have some infants to put to bed, Harrington?”
Steve pretended to bat him away before letting Eddie settle an arm around his neck.
“No. They do have parents, in case you missed that.” Everyone knew that it didn’t really matter. Steve looked after them like they were his own. Always would. “Anyway, they’re all spending the night at Byers’ place as a going away party or something.”
“Well then,” Eddie pulled him closer. “Looks like we have Mama Steve all to ourselves.”
Robin blew some hair out of her face and clapped loudly. Grinning, you hid your face in her shoulder and kicked your legs.
“Whatever, just don’t expect me to cook your dinner or do your laundry,” Steve muttered. Eddie shot forward to offer you and Robin each of his hands as you jumped off the dumpster.
“Don’t you do that anyway?” Robin asked, crinkling her nose.
“We love you, Steve,” you said, walking over to him -- he’d slowed down to let the three of you catch up -- and bumped your shoulder into his.
“Yeah, I don’t wanna hear it,” he said, but you could hear the way he was fighting a smirk, and when he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, you knew that the sentiment had been returned.
As the four of you made your way to Steve’s car, Robin skipped forward and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. From the other side of the parking lot, the kids were all piling into Joyce and Hopper’s car.
“There’s no way that’s safe,” she commented.
“Clown car for sure,” Eddie said, taking a few exaggerated, floppy steps and honking an imaginary nose.”
“You’re the clown,” Steve muttered.
Bathed in a dark blue glow like the backdrop on a stage, someone reached above the car and waved. Dustin, maybe. Probably Dustin.
No one was in the mood for swimming, but no one wanted to be inside either. Steve passed out a round of beers and then never got up to get any more. Unprompted, he said that his parents were supposed to be coming back in a few weeks.
“Summer’s almost over,” he said, staring at the can in his lap. Little droplets of perspiration clung to his fingertips, slid down the dark, shiny aluminum. “Still, I thought they’d be away longer.” He shrugged lamely. “There’s still time.”
"It'll probably be weird, not being the only one living here again, huh?" Robin murmured. You leaned your cheek onto her thigh. The skin was soft and warm, and every breath you took smelled like Robin, chlorine, and the sweet summer night air.
Steve looked up and glanced at Eddie, then at the two of you sitting across from him.
“Haven’t really felt like I was the only one living here, though,” he said with another shrug, like he was trying to shut the conversation down before it got too far.
All three of you knew what he meant. You didn’t need to say anything to know that you were thinking the same thing. Eddie and Robin and you, you’d all spent as much time here as you could -- almost as much time as Steve. There had been countless nights where he and Eddie had shared a bed, or all four of you had fallen asleep in a pile in the living room; nights where you and Robin had camped out on Steve’s bedroom floor, feeling like you were kids again having a sleepover, gossiping about what you were going to do during summer break or what you wanted to be when you grew up.
But now you were grown up. High school was over forever; you all worked jobs, none of you had the aspirations nor the money for college, and you had no idea what lie for you beyond Hawkins. Sometimes you wondered if you even wanted to find out. Somehow you felt like no matter what you did, you’d always be a failure. In a lot of ways, you still felt like a kid sleeping on the floor of a friend’s bedroom with no worries bigger than what you were going to buy back-to-school shopping with your mom or which teachers you were going to get.
You wished you could pretend that the summer nights on Steve’s floor would last forever like you used to when you were a kid. Nights that glowed softly with streetlamps from outside open windows and warm breezes and the sound of crickets had always felt like, if you squinted just enough, focused your mind just enough, they would never end. You’d always been able to convince yourself that you could freeze them right then and there and nothing would change. A perpetual summer of sleeping on a friend’s bedroom floor. But things had changed, and you’d gotten older, and now the world expected something from you. Something you didn’t feel ready to give. Something none of you felt ready to give.
The world hadn’t given any of you a chance to be kids. Now, when it wanted you to be adults, you had no idea what to do. You were sinking.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whispered, picking at the fabric of your pants. They were a pair of Steve’s flannels. Somehow, none of you had thought to start keeping a change of clothes at his house, despite how long this had been going on. Or maybe you had thought of it, and the thought had been ignored. “I wish we could always be together like this.”
The four of you taking on the world felt so much more bearable than facing it all by yourself.
“Then… fuck it." Eddie's voice joined the night. "Why don’t we?” All three of you looked at him and, after a moment, he looked back. “Yeah. I mean, fuck it. We’re already failures, if you ask any respectable resident of Hawkins--” he pulled a face. “So, why shouldn’t we stick together? What’s stopping us?”
You felt Robin’s hand slide down your neck to the center of your shoulder blades. Her palm was warm, and her leg where your cheek was pressed was warm.
“I mean,” Steve started, staring at the concrete but really looking somewhere far beyond it. “It’s not like I’ve got anything to lose besides you guys and a bunch of rugrats. King Steve is six feet under and turning fucking blue.”
“Yeah,” Robin said. You could feel her voice through her fingertips. “I never had much of a reputation anyway.”
In the silence, you all realized what was happening. A sort of pact made next to a glowing, mirror-surface pool, under a sky of dark indigo. Your only witnesses were the crickets and the stars and the echoing of a suburban neighborhood while everyone else was asleep.
And nothing else was said about it, about Eddie’s fuck it or Steve’s I don’t have anything to lose besides you guys, but the silence allowed all four of you to understand, almost suddenly, that nights like these didn’t have to stop. Not for Steve’s parents, not for anybody.
“Rent will be cheaper with four people,” Steve said, almost as an afterthought.
A/N: this is the first time I've posted something on tumblr + I used translator. hope it's not too bad. ♡
You and Robin were sitting on a bench, watching all of Hawkins from above a mountain while eating something you bought before going to that place. You guys spent almost two hours just talking about what you wanted to do after you finished school, you were both in your final year and wanted to get out of that city as quickly as you could. You came to a consensus to go to college outside of Hawkins and live together to help each other with the rent.
This was supposed to be romantic, just you and her there watching the sunset, with no one just to confess your feelings. Robin was out to you, she always thought you were just pretending everything was fine because in her view 'no one would accept her' she was wrong, you were secretly in love with her but you never had the courage to say that, perhaps it is because of your several failed training attempts along with your brother, Steve, who would put on a wig and pretend to be her.
"The truth is, I love you, Robin." You said in such a sweet tone that Harrington pretended that I would throw up.
Maybe you're too attached to the idea of telling her that and not showing it, you didn't need words to 'say' that you liked someone and you only realized it at that moment.
Robin was wearing jeans, a white shirt and her iconic red all star that was already almost black from the ink from the pen she used to write on it.
"You know, we should come here more often." She whispered as she stood up, her blue eyes shining even brighter in the dim light of the sun that hid behind those mountains. Robin loved those moments between the two of you where you just talked, just being close to you made her extremely comfortable.
Your heart quickened when he saw her turning her body to get back into the car and in an action - almost desperate - you grabbed her wrist, making the short haired girl turn to face you again.
"Robin, I..." You began to say, standing on your feet as the night wind began to hit your face, making some strands of your curly hair get in front of your face. You thought for a few seconds, but you didn't know what to say.
Who needs words?
You thought before placing one of your hands on Buckley's cheeks while the other went to her shapely waist, pulling her slightly closer as your gaze was glued to her pink lips. It seemed that at once she got the message.
Her hands went to your shoulders as her lips touched her own tongue, a tiny smile on her lips. It was reciprocal, you knew it at the same time and that gave you even more courage. Your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest at any moment.
If it weren't for Robin you would just be admiring her for all eternity, her bangs messed up by the wind, her light brown hair blowing in the wind and her blue eyes made you fall in love with her even more. God, she's so perfect. But you woke up from that trance when you felt her lips against yours.
Of course, it wasn't your first kiss, you had kissed boys before, but Buckley's lips were extremely soft and that made you surprised, you thought it hadn't made a difference, but everything was so much more delicate. You stayed that way for a few seconds, it wasn't exactly a kiss, but it was so special for both of you.
"You're terrible with words." She whispered right after breaking up that passionate act between the two of you, touching your foreheads while keeping her eyes closed.
"I know..." Your sentence made you both laugh quietly, your hearts feeling like they were beating in sync while your cheeks were completely red. You watched her from that angle for a few seconds before finally kissing her again, this time a real kiss.
You felt like you were in a romance movie, the sun hid while you two shined with so much happiness, the moon giving way to that beautiful scene, admiring the two of you instead of being the opposite
The way we are - Robin Buckley x gn reader (fluff)
Summary: You and Robin haven't been dating for a long time, but Robin knows that you are the more experienced one. Doubts are starting to form in her head and you are there to reassure her.
Warnings: gender neutral reader, Robin being a bit insecure, lots of reassurance from reader, reader talking about a past dating mishap, just some cute fluff for our favorite lesbian, english is not my first language
Wordcount: 1.1k
A/n: Thank you for my bestie with coming up with the title. I really just wanted to write something for Robin after the Eddie fanfic and I hope I did her justice.
Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3
The soft glow of warm, ambient lighting filled the room, casting a cozy atmosphere that enveloped you and Robin in the comfort of each other's presence. The two of you sat on the couch in Robin's living room, a comforting silence hanging in the air as you sipped on mugs of hot cocoa.
But before the tranquility settled in, there was a moment of vulnerability that had ignited Robin's nerves. It was a few days ago when she had overheard a conversation at the local cafe, a conversation that had left her feeling uncertain and anxious. It wasn't even about her, but still, it hit too close to home for her to shake off her doubts. Her inexperience in relationships paired with her general anxiety is something that she knows makes her harder to deal with, but hearing someone talk about how inexperienced people in a relationship are hard to deal with, she questioned if you thought the same way.
That is how we ended here, Robin fidgeting with the mug in her hand, her gaze momentarily fixed on the swirling steam rising from the drink. She took a deep breath and finally looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mixture of nervousness and fondness.
"So, um, about us" Robin began, her voice soft yet uncertain. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze shifting between her mug and your eyes. "I've never really been good at this relationship stuff. It's all so new to me."
You offered her a reassuring smile, reaching out to take her free hand in yours before gently interlocking your fingers with hers.
It wasn't uncommon for her to get nervous, it often happened when she started rambling about something, but you are always there to reassure her. "Hey, remember we're both in this together."
A small chuckle escaped Robin as she shook her head, a mixture of nervousness and amusement playing on her lips. "Yeah, I guess. But, like, what if I mess things up? What if I say something wrong or do something dumb?"
Your thumb gently stroked her knuckles, a soothing gesture meant to ease her anxiety. Leaning a bit closer, you tilted your head, meeting her eyes with sincerity. "Robin, look, no one's perfect. Relationships are a mix of awkward moments and amazing ones. And honestly, I think those awkward bits are something that makes a relationship even more fun."
Robin's gaze softened as she looked at your intertwined fingers, her lips curled into a half-smile. "You mean, it's okay to be a bit of a mess sometimes?"
"Absolutely" you replied with a nod. "In fact, I think those messy moments can help us learn more about each other. And the fact that we can share those moments together is what makes us grow even closer."
She nodded, her eyes meeting yours with a newfound sense of ease.
She let out a small sigh, her shoulders relaxing as the weight of her doubts seemed to lighten. "You always know how to put things into perspective" She gave another slow exhale. "You've always been good at this. Opening up, being real…"
You grinned playfully. "Well, one of us has to, right? Besides, I've had my fair share of relationship missteps too, it's all part of the journey."
Robin's eyes twinkled with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Oh, really? Do tell."
You chuckled, recalling some of your own awkward moments from the past. "Maybe we should keep my relationship mishaps for another time."
A grin spread across Robin's face as she leaned in closer "Come on you can't reassure me with this and not tell me something."
You looked at her and a smile spread across your face before you gave in. "Okay, okay, one time while on a date, I was squeezing some lemon into my glass, and some of it got into the eye of my date. Let me tell you, that wasn't a fun situation, they were practically screaming and everything."
She burst into laughter, the sound filling the room with warmth. "No way! Seriously?"
"Dead serious" you confirmed with a laugh of your own. "See? We all have our moments. And trust me, I think you're doing just fine."
Her gaze softened, and she took a sip of her cocoa, her expression thoughtful. "You make it sound so simple."
"It's not always simple, but it doesn't have to be complicated either" you reassured her. "We're in this together, navigating the ups and downs, learning from our slip-ups, and cherishing the moments that make us smile."
Robin's gaze met yours, a hint of gratitude shining in her eyes. "You know, you're pretty amazing at this whole reassurance thing."
You winked at her playfully. "Well, I've had some practice. And you, my dear Robin, are worth every bit of it."
Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "I'm lucky to have you."
"The feeling's mutual" you admitted with a sincere nod. "And remember, you're not alone in this. We're a team, facing whatever comes our way together. Like we always have."
With a renewed sense of comfort, Robin leaned a bit closer, her head gently resting against your shoulder. "I'm glad you're on my team."
You wrapped your arm around her, a contented smile forming on your lips.
Robin's cheeks flushed with a mixture of emotions, her gaze now more intent on yours. "I wouldn't want to be on anyone else's team." Your words were barely above a whisper, trying to eradicate all her doubts.
As your words hung in the air, a spark of courage ignited in both of you. The weight of your feelings seemed to fill the room, and then, with a shared glance, you leaned forward touching your forehead with hers.
"I love you, Robin." you whispered, the words carrying the weight of your emotions.
Tears shimmered in Robin's eyes, a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. She took a deep breath, her voice shaky but sincere. "I love you too, more than you can imagine."
There was some hesitancy, but you both slowly closed the short distance between you, your hand finding a place on her thigh, and then your lips finally touched. The kiss was soft, your lips moving against each other, inexperienced but so eager for each other. When you finally parted a big smile was on both of your faces your hands holding onto each other.
summary: Nothing between you two was serious, it was meant to be lighthearted fun. But you don't want it to be that way anymore. You need her. You need Robin Buckley. You were made for her.
warnings: mentions of spicy times, angst, established relationship between robin and vickie, sad ending
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She's the love of your life? That's putting it mildly. You were head over heels smitten, fallen in love with the one and only Robin Buckley. You didn't know how or when these feelings started hitting you like a dump truck, but it was definitely recent.
Back when the two of you would hook up on the daily, it was casual. It was a simple relationship: I give you what you want, you give me what I want. Nothing about it was complicated. But you broke the main rule of your relationship. DONT. GET. FEELINGS. INVOLVED.
Now that you think about it, it started when Robin didn't call you as often to hook up. And when she did, you realized that she wasn't fully into it. She'd lose interest and leave as soon as she was done with you and wouldn't contact you for a few days. You thought nothing of it at the time. She wasn't your girlfriend; you could care less about what she decided to do.
But now you did. You cared about every move she made, every decision she would make...you cared a lot. It's been almost a month since the two of you have spoken, and it's been almost three since you've hooked up. You were tired of this silent treatment.
So here you are, standing in the crowd of a bunch of people. But you didn't care about this group of people, you cared about one person in particular. You waited and waited for her to show up, hoping that Eddie didn't somehow jinx it with that dumbass wink he gave you earlier.
You're about to give up and just watch the show until you see someone walk in with a very familiar shirt. 'Treat Your Girl Right' was plastered on the shirt with big red letters. That shirt was familiar because you let Robin borrow it the first night you two hooked up. And you were right.
The girl turns around to reveal a smiling Robin, her hair swishing to the side as she whips around to speak to the girl she came with. But you can't even see that girl, you only see Robin. You're pretty sure that there's hearts in your eyes as you look at her, she's so fucking pretty.
You feel as if everything has stopped when you look at her. How can a person get more and more gorgeous every time you look at them? You didn't know how, but you weren't complaining.
You don't even stop yourself from pushing past all the people to get to her, not getting a single second thought. You needed to speak with her urgently and just...see her again. Feel her again... No, those weren't the right words at all. You craved her.
"Robin...hey." Are the only words you can manage to get out of your throat as you stand right in front of her. From a distance, she was gorgeous. But up close? You felt like you were about to faint. She's just so...perfect.
Robin's smile suddenly fades as she sees you, a look of awkwardness and annoyance that makes your stomach churn. The girl she's with is staring at you, her eyes darting between you and Robin.
"Hey." Robin replies, giving you a small wave.
The eye-contact is awkward yet alluring at the same time. You want to walk away, but you also want to get closer...
"Hi!" You snap yourself out of your thoughts as the red-headed girl next to Robin gives you a big grin. It's too big. You already don't like her.
Before you can even speak, the girl keeps talking. "I'm Vickie, Robin's girlfriend!"
There's a pang in your chest.
Girlfriend.
GIRLFRIEND?
You're confused, but everything adds up now. Robin hasn't spoken to you in months because she found someone else. Even if it was a friends with benefits situation, she still could've at least warned you, right?
You're not sure what your first reaction is. Hurt? Anger? Betrayal? Or are you just being dramatic? Or even delusional?
Robin realizes that you didn't respond right away, so she pats Vickie's shoulder and gives you a solemn look.
"Look, I-"
You cut her off, not wanting to hear her explanation. At least, not in front of Vickie.
"Can we talk in private, please?" If she refused, you don't know what'd you do. You'd resort to fucking pleading, begging on your knees for her to at least have a conversation with you.
Luckily, you don't have to resort to pleading anytime soon. Robin slowly nods her head, telling Vickie that she'll be right back before following you through the crowd of people to the back entrance. As the two of you slip out, the cold night air hits you. It's summer, but why did it feel so chilly? Maybe it wasn't the weather, it was just you.
Robin's back is against the brick wall, staring deeply into your eyes. You can already tell by the look on her face that this conversation wasn't going to be a good one.
"Why didn't you talk to me, Robin?"
She shuffles her feet, looking down at the ground. "I'm sorry. I should have called you."
Yeah, well no shit.
“Does Vickie know?”
She stays silent, and now you instantly know the situation.
Vickie doesn’t know that you and Robin hooked up, and in an attempt to save her relationship; she dumps you and distances herself.
You’re hurt.
You’re angry.
You’re betrayed.
“…I’m so sorry, I-”
You let out a dry snicker, waving her off with your hand as you walked away. That wasn’t the conversation you were hoping for, but it was the one you had gotten.
You were expecting something way different than this.
And now, your friendship with Robin is ruined.
You watched the show in silence, while the lively crowd is jumping and dancing along to the band’s music. Looking over to your side, you see Robin and Vickie smiling and jumping along with the crowd…
…it’s like she doesn’t even care about you.
With every beat of the music, it feels like your heart is shattering into a million pieces and weights of jealousy and anger are pulling you down.
After a long, miserable two hours, the concert has ended and you’re backstage waiting for Eddie since you promised to take him home.
He hops off stage along with his bandmates, patting each other on the back and smiling. He turns to you, he’s sweaty and there’s pieces of curly hair sticking to his forehead. “So, did you get your girl back?” He asks, enthusiastically.
…you burst into tears.
Eddie instantly wraps his arms around you, trying to comfort you. He honestly knew that something bad was going to happen, but for your sake he needed to be positive. You were head over heels for this girl.
You told him every single detail. On how you saw her with Vickie and she looked happy without you, how your conversation didn’t even last that long, and on how Vickie didn’t even know about you and Robin’s relationship.
The two of you were just hooking up, why couldn’t you get that in your head?!
Robin having a bad day and just clinging to you like a koala. She's got her face buried against your chest and taking in your scent.
She has pulled your arms around her tighter like she would her coat on a cold windy day.
Robin kisses your collarbone area as an early thank you before she nestles against you.
You've got her tenderly in your arms.
Her fingers are tangled in the fabric of your shirt.
She isn't sure she wants to talk about it yet but holding onto you is like a salve to her battered spirits.
Robin soon let's put a comfortable sigh and her tense shoulders relax. She's just slowly melting into your embrace, focusing on your breathing until she's calm.
She peers up at you with a smile, leaning up to give you a kiss.
"you make everything better." She says cuddling back in, curling up to you even more.
You cradle her with your body and let her hug you like her personal body pillow.
readers parents being really strict, but she NEEDS to go to her “best friend” robins bday so she helps her sneak out?
can i call you tonight? 💿˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩
a/n : i love this song it’s been stuck in my head for idk how long
synopsis : reader has strict parents that won’t let her go out to her best friends (gf) bday, so she helps her sneak out.
"mom, i need to go to her birthday. i told her i was coming.” you begged. “i don’t like that girl y/n. me and your dad agreed already that we don’t want you out with her.” your mother said from the kitchen.
you took a deep breath and persisted, "i know what you think about her, but she’s my best friend. not being there would make me a bad friend. there’s obviously gonna be no drinking because her parents are gonna be there.”
he sighed. “y/n we said no! what i say in this house goes.” your dad said in a frustrated tone. “dad, please, just listen—" you deserved to go. you had no bad grades, you helped with all the chores and you didn’t complain about anything.
“you’re not leaving this house, y/n! go to your room!" he raised his voice, pointing to the hallway. tears welled up in your eyes before turning away. shutting the door, not slamming it, because you knew that would result in more yelling even tho you really wanted to. you sat on the edge of your bed, a lump in your throat from trying not to cry. you picked up your phone, dialing your girlfriends number.
“hello?” she answered. “hi, it’s me.” you hesitated. “oh! hi! i miss you, when are you coming?” she perked up. you bit your lip, you really hated disappointing her. “.. my dad said no. im so sorry robin. i asked multiple times, i told him there wasn’t gonna be drinking, i cleaned the WHOLE house, i even asked before hand” your voice shook.
it was silent. “rob?”
she played with her telephone cord and smirked.
“wanna sneak out?”
you waited only 10 minutes for robin to pick you up at your window. you got your bag ready, and silently got your shoes on. you were filled with excitement but you had this feeling in the pit of your stomach that it would all go wrong. a muffled tap on your window made you jump, you pulled back the curtain and saw her there, grinning and waving. you smiled, opening the window.
“hi.” you whispered. “heyy.” she smiled, tippy toeing. she broke the silence “so what? are you ready?” she teased. “well duh. happy birthday.” you gave her a kiss before climbing out the window. you were full of anticipation, she grabbed your hand and you both sprinted to steve’s car, giggling.
“hi steve.” you smiled, out of breath. you hopped in the backseat, throwing your bag beside you. “hey.. hey, your parents aren’t gonna kill me if they catch you right?” he asked, looking into the rear view mirror and starting up the car.
“no, they definitely would.” you nodded. it was silent until robin laughed, causing you to laugh.
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“see, we didn’t get caught.” robin playfully bumped into you. walking down the street, eating your ice cream that you got at the end of the night. you were both tired. steve offered to drive you home but you both wanted to be alone for a while.
“i never said we would!” you laughed, bumping back into her. you were so close to each other, you felt her hand brush yours on accident.
“mmm, you looked worried.” she shrugged. “maybe a little. but you distracted me from it.” you answered, slipping your hand into hers.
getting to your window, she let you use her hand to step up and climb in. you tried to be extremely quiet, taking your shoes and jacket off and then back to paying attention to her. “all good?” she asked. “yes.” you nodded. “i have one more gift for you tho.” you motioned for her to stay, walking to your closet.
“another one? for moi?” she gasped, getting on her tippy toes to try peek. “hey don’t peek.” you giggled, putting your hand to her face.
“okay. close your eyes and put your hands out.” she did as told, you pursed your lips and set the necklace in her hands. “okay open!” she opened them and a smile spread across her face. it was a silver heart.
“a necklace?” she looked up at you. “open it!” once she opened it, it had a little picture of you and her at an arcade, with a heart that had a ‘r + y/n’ in it.
she had to stop herself from jumping up and down with joy. she had the most lovey dovey expression on her face. “i love it. i love you.” she stared up at you and put the necklace on.
“i love you more.”
“can you tippy toe a little more?” you asked. “why?” she furrows her eyebrows. “just c’mon.” you whine.
she did as told and you leaned down a bit, cupping her face in your hands, you met her lips. it was a soft, sweet thing and she found yourself leaning into you more when you pulled away.
letting out a breath, she stopped getting onto her tippy toes and she grabbed your hand. “thank you, for the best birthday ever.”
“thank you for inviting me.” you say, before she kisses your hand goodbye.
a part two of scissoring neighbour!robin, where she takes her sweet time with reader like she promised? i love how you write robin girl 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
sure thing anon! i haven't been too active lately, these past weeks have been something.
so i'm really sorry about this, have a little bit of robin smut to make up.
part 1 <3
(smut below the cut, MDNI)
you know this time will be different when she first lays her hands upon you: her touch, typically rough and fast, feels unusually soft and sensual.
you love robin when she gets rough with you, of course. you love it when her fingers tear through clothes and buttons until you're naked beneath her.
still, you can't help but like this new thing.
her mouth wanders down your neck so slowly while she is linking your fingers together on the sheet.
you hiss in pain when her teeth sink into the soft flesh but she soothes the mark with her tongue and the hiss morphs into a moan of pleasure.
robin hums in approval, the low noise vibrating against your skin while her lips keep on kissing you over and over.
"robin" you breathe. you both know this won't be enough.
"remember what we did the other day?" she husks against your pulse point. the memories sent immediate heatwaves down to your center.
of course, you remember: the thought of robin between your legs, head thrown back while she is rocking her hips back and forth, has burnt itself into your head permanently.
"yeah" you nod, slowly getting what she's up to.
the woman slowly starts moving up again until her face is just lingering inches away from your own.
"i want that" robin rasps "fuck, i want to feel you against me"
you exhale a long, audible noise that's heavy with want.
"me too" you finally manage.
a smirk creeps up her cheeks and before you know it, she starts undressing you.
she's slow and sensual and each movement is exactly how you need it.
she pushes each button open slowly and takes her time to run her index over the newly exposed skin.
she sits you up on top of her once she has taken off the shirt and roams your sides.
robin looks up at you as if this is her first time seeing you like this. she always does.
her hands run up your back and find the bra, only to unclasp it.
you smile down at her and stroke her cheeks when the piece of fabric makes the fall and you find yourself topless on top of her.
robin glares at you in amazement before stripping out of her own top too, leaving you both in an equal state of undressing.
her lips wrap around your nipple and you hold her close when she gently sucks on your sensitive skin.
when her free hand comes to grab your other breast, you let your head fall against her shoulder and moan freely.
"holy shit" you moan "robin- so good"
she keeps this up for a while before she finally spins you around and lays you down slowly.
"gonna make you feel so good okay?" she whispers and sits up on the bed to unzip her pants and kick them off.
your own follow shortly after, carelessly thrown across the room by robin, who can't wait to feel you against her.
once that is done, your girlfriend makes sure you're all wet and wanting for her: runs a hand down your body, flicks your clit with her fingers, and kisses your lips hungrily.
only when you can feel the arousal practically dripping out of you and leaving a wet patch on the sheets, does she stop to pull her boxer shorts down her legs.
she then positions herself between your legs and takes your hand in her own, gives you a gentle squeeze right before her center rubs against yours for the first time.
your clutching the bedsheets at the very first contact and can't help yourself but moan for her immediately.
"robin" you moan "god, please, robin"
and how could she ever deny you?
so instead of teasing you or rutting against you to make you both cum as soon as possible, robin starts moving exactly how you want her to: with slow but hard rolls of her hips, her cunt leaking arousal and rubbing it up against your own.
she applies just the right amount of pressure and uses just the right pace to make you feel as good as you possibly can.
you can feel your own eyes rolling back in your head and she is only just getting started with you.
you can feel the velvet of her wet center moving in sync with your own too, giving you all the pleasure right now.
robin truly makes it hard for you not to cum right then and there.
when she does make you cum for the first time, not too long after she got between your legs, it's loud and yet gentle and loving just like all about this moment is.
when robin makes you cum, she holds you through it and waits until your release fades before giving in to the pleasure herself.
she strokes your thighs and encourages you to moan for her, loving every second of you against her.
she lets out soft noises herself when she feels your release against herself, and still, she doesn't cum until you're done and the last bits of aftershocks have faded.
only then, robin allows herself to feel good with your support.
I need Robin. Therefore, i’ve come to request a little fic for her.
I have a love hate relationship with horror movies. I enjoy the idea of them, enjoy watching them, but in the case that the movie was genuinely scary, (as opposed to stupid, bc I am picky LMAO) I will be so torn up after watching one.
So, I’d love a fic where reader convinces Robin to take her to the movies to see a horror film. Reader insists that she can handle the movie, but afterwards, is clearly not handling it, made clear by how she clings to Robin. Meanwhile, Robin finds it cute, and can’t help but tease reader (I was thinking established relationship, but it’s up to you)
Thank you for putting up with me 🤭🤞🏻
I didn’t tell you I was working on this so surprise!!! ily muah muah and I love Robin, sorry it’s short bbg
When you’d suggested a horror movie, Robin had been weary. Murmurs of are you sure? As she held the phone lazily to her ear, listening to the movie schedule. You’d laid on top of her, legs tangled under a thick blanket, nodding profusely. You could do it. How bad could it be?
And It’s not that she can’t handle horror, but IT seemed a bit much for you. Horror lightweight, she’d called you.
Nevertheless, she let you convince her you’d be fine, and welcomed the touch of you clinging to her in the movie theater. Even if the both of you got questioning glances.
But now, In the protection of your warm home, she worries. You’d held her hand the way home, adamantly denying any lingering fear. Clung to her, in a way not unusual, during dinner prep. And now, at bed, have pried yourself away from her for the first time since the movies.
You’re only in the bathroom, sure, but the door is cracked and Robin can only wonder. She pads to you lightly, curiously, and softly grabs your elbow as you dry your face. Unmeaning to frighten, her thumb glides up, then down.
You stiffen anyways at the unwelcome touch.
“Woah!” Robin laughs. “Just me.”
You nod, sighing as you let her wrap her arms around you lazily. Her head drops into the crevice of your shoulder as you drop the towel. “Just you.”
“Just me.” She murmurs. “That movie got you good, huh?”
“No,” Your head drops to hers, staring at the both of you in the bathroom mirror. It’s a sight. “Just jumpy.”
“You’re not always jumpy.” She smiles.
“You gave me the heebie-geebies!”
“Heebie-geebies!” She appalls, “Your girlfriend gives you the heebie-geebies?”
“No,” You start again, shoulders shaking with soft laughter. She doesn’t let you finish.
“I see how it is.” Her head lifts, but her arms don’t budge. “Next you’ll be saying I give you cooties.”
“You don’t give me cooties,” You giggle. “You just sneak behind me when I’m doing skincare.”
The smile she gives you through the mirror melts your tummy. Your thumb works over the warm hand she has on your stomach.
“We aren’t watching anymore scary movies.” She decides.
“What! But you love them!” You look up at her.
She bends down, kissing you softly once. Twice. “I love my girlfriend.”
“And scary movies.”
“And when she’s not scared.”
“You’re unbelievable.”
Her head shakes softly, smile light and teasing. “Do we need to sleep with a light on tonight?”
“Not when I have you.”
She nods, basking in the the silence between. It vibrates with affection. Her eyes droop as she looks down at you, and you can feel the soft breath exhaled from her nose. You reach up and land a third kiss to the side of her mouth.
“C’mon,” She breathes out, unwrapping herself from you. “I won’t let the monsters get you.”
Have we thought about going down on neighbor!robin and finding out she isn't as quiet as you thought she'd be?
okay so i wrote this on my phone because i was out when i saw this ask and i just HAD TO.
anyway i’m too lazy to fix the format now so i better apologize for that beforehand! anyway, i hope you like this anon <3
(smut below the cut, MDNI)
you didn’t expect her to actually let you do this.
sure, you had been dying to do this but you had never found the courage to actually ask her or give any signals in regards to your little fantasy.
so when you start kissing down her bare body after she has made you cum, your release still warm against your inner thighs, you're surprised that she doesn't immediately pull you back by the hair.
instead, robin lays back and wiggles her shoulders to get more comfortable on her bed.
you raise your brows but choose not to mention it, too scared to let this opportunity go to waste.
you gently place your palm against her inner thigh, your eyes wide when you feel the warmth that awaits you between her legs.
she gets the hint and, with her eyes closed, spreads her legs a little wider for you.
you gasp quietly but quickly gain your composure back.
you slip your fingers under the waistline of her boxers and look up. robin is looking down at you with excitement in her eyes.
she nods once, but firmly and with certainty. she wants this and, oh, how you want it too.
you quickly get back to work and pull down her underwear, exposing her body to yours entirely.
of course, you have seen her naked before, but this is different.
you've never been this close to her, you've never had your mouth on her, never had the chance to taste her.
until now.
robin has her arms above her head and her breath comes in short, quick puffs.
her eyes are closed and her lips are curled up into a faint smile.
and then there's her body: bare and in all its glory for you to touch.
you inhale sharply while running your fingertips over her abs, down to where a faint line of hair leads to where she's wet and wanting for you.
"fuck" you breathe shakily and robin chuckles above you, her voice low and raspy.
your eyes shoot up, scared to find disapproval in robin's. but she is smiling at you sweetly.
this feels so different from all the other times you've shared with her.
you love her when she takes you rough and hard when her lips are searing and hungry for more.
yet this feels more intimate. you've never felt closer to the older woman.
she reaches out and strokes your face with a look of adoration.
"you gonna show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do?" she whispers and runs her thumb over our lower lip.
eager to obey, you nod and scoot down the bed to get comfortable laying between her legs.
suddenly, realization hits you that you have never actually gone down on someone.
you have, however, some experience on what you like yourself, from the countless times robin has put her mouth on you.
so you choose to make some use of that knowledge and start kissing up her legs.
pride swells in your chest when goosebumps rise beneath your lips and the woman shivers in anticipation.
"come on" she mumbles. "don't be a tease"
you take this as a sign, take a deep breath in and put your mouth on her.
you start with kitten-licks on her clit, like she does it whenever she's going down on you, before moving your tongue down to her dripping entrance and gathering her arousal on your tongue.
she tastes salty, quite similar to how you taste on her fingers and tongue, but with something that is entirely her own too.
you gasp at the first actual taste of her and her hand comes running up your forehead to hold your hair back and guide you.
you then press your flat tongue against her clit before wrapping your lips around it.
her body tenses and when you look up, she takes you by surprise: she parts her lips and moans. loud.
you have never heard her actually moan, especially not this loud.
you press your thighs together and grind down for friction when she does it again.
her voice still carries the familiar cracks with it, it's still low and raspy.
but there's something new to it, something desperate and unhinged. something you like.
you lean forward, hungry for more and bury your tongue between her wet folds.
her grip on your hair tightens ad you briefly notice her thighs clenching around your head. you wouldn't mind suffocating like this, between robin buckley's thighs and with a mouth full of pussy.
her body seems more tense too, while moans fall from her lips steadily.
"fuck, y/n, just like that" robin whispers huskily.
you grind down once again and moan when your center finds one of her many pillows to grind against while you're sucking on her clit.
she moans out loud at one particular harsh suck and then keeps a steady flow of moans all while you alternate between sucking and licking.
her fingers run through your hair as if to tell you that she's enjoying what you're doing to her but she is unable to form a proper sentence.
you notice how her voice is growing more high-pitched too, in ways you've never heard before.
she sounds so desperate, so wanting. and all that just for you.
it encourages you to slowly pick up the pace of your tongue, to grab her thighs and keep her open for you while you eat her out, until you're doing nothing but lapping at her.
robin doesn't mind one bit, of course. she has a hand holding onto the back of your head and guiding you while her hips are bucking up against her.
"you're- you're doing such a good job" she praises. "so fucking good, fuck"
your head is spinning from her praise, her touch, her taste.
it's so much and yet could never be enough.
robin's back arches up in a beautiful bend and her legs shake around our head like your own legs do whenever you're close to cumming.
it tells you everything you need to know.
"don't stop" she calls out from above. "don't stop, don't stop, god-"
you would not dare to stop now.
instead, you continue what you're doing, keep up the rhythm that seems to be working for her until you have her right on the edge, right where she wants you to take her.
and then you push her over the edge.
her fingers curl up in your hair and she moans beautifully while rolling her hips against your face and riding out her orgasm on your tongue.
she whispers sweet words of praise while moaning for you in ways that have you clenching around nothing for her and your grip on her thighs only tightens with each passing second.
her release tastes sweet on your tongue and you're happy to have finally given her what she has been giving you for the longest time.
you smile when she pulls you back up and kisses your lips sweetly, calling you a good girl and holding you close.
