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[robin-buckely]

ROBIN BUCKLEY in STRANGER THINGS 4.01 | Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

[biggestsimponhere]

Accurate.

[hisworstnightmare]

pretty sure i could romanticise anything, i am deeply delusional.

[rogueddie]

robin and steve are both very smart. I can see why people have them being smart and solving things together. robin is obviously smart and steve is dangerously aware. but this is robin and steve we're talking about. when they're together it's like all their braincells disappear and they start playing ping pong with the only one left.

[shysneeze]

oh.

ik i’ve mentioned it before but robin with a partner who always has cold hands but it’s gets to winter and she hates the way you look like a kicked puppy when you’re in public and can’t hold her hand, so she decides to knit you some mittens

however robin can’t knit, she really cannot knit.

but she tries and tries because if she can’t hold your gd hand she’s got to find some other way to keep you warm , so she buys books and watches tapes. she spends every break for three weeks poking herself with knitting needles and getting frustrated to tears because there’s only so many dropped stitches she can disguise as button holes and the texture of the wool makes her teeth hurt a little, but you have cold hands and she can’t hold them to warm them up!

she can’t meet your eyes when she gives you them. they’re full of holes and the patterns are mismatched and she’s kind of regretting not just buying you gloves instead but your eyes brighten instantly, because she’s knitted you mittens in your favourite colour and when you put them on it doesn’t matter that one is bigger than the other because robin knitted you mittens.

she’s rambling though, apologising for the state of them, eyes trained at her feet. she only stops in surprise when your mittened hands are cupping her cheeks and pulling her in to kiss every inch of her face

you wear them during every outing and they start to fray by the end of january but it’s okay because robin has found a surprising teacher in el hopper who i fully believe would thrive with that hobby ty and good night i am sobbing

[radioactiveparker]

It's A Date - Robin Buckley X Reader

Summary: Robin works up the courage to ask you out

Warnings: None

Word count: 2.3K

A/N - This is the first thing I've ever written, please let me know if you liked it xxx

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Your tired eyes battled against sleep as you unwillingly forced them open to seize the bothersome beeping of your alarm clock; it was a regrettable companion that shook you by the shoulders at each light of daybreak. The soft white-gold light of the morning kissed the walls of your bedroom, dressing them up in pretty pastels. These were the very four walls that had become a cocoon for the years you required their sanctuary. Birds tweeted their sweet love songs to the rising sun as an invitation for the new day. The deep hues of their feathery plumes glimmered in the light as they soared against the expansive canvas of sky as it flourished into dawn.

With a reluctant groan, you threw your duvet from your cozied figure, the motion bringing a gust swirling around you. The brisk breeze from the autumn air infiltrated every warm cell of your body, triggering goose bumps to crawl along your flesh. You cursed yourself for not putting on longer bottoms for bed last night. It was a harsh awakening when your bare feet pressed against the cold wooden floor, feeling as though you were walking along a frozen lake. You were almost surprised the soles of your feet didn't instantly freeze to it. As quickly as you could, you tottered out and into the bathroom, desperate for a hot shower before school.

The searing water came over you as pleasant as warm summer rain, soothing the bitterness from your bones. You felt as contented as a parched flower, each petal swelling and blooming with warmth and hydration after a harsh drought. You washed quickly and dressed up with many layers to keep yourself warm from the biting weather. The pieces were casual, yet flattering. It was the type of casual that was not casual at all, having spent more time than necessary carefully co-ordinating each item for you to feel your best. 

Upon leaving the bathroom, the warm, buttery smell of breakfast meandered it's way to your nose and led you down the stairs. There was a huge array of breakfast items upon the table, the same as there was every day, but you wouldn't have it any other way. Soft pancakes and berries with sticky maple syrup threaded upon the top. It remained your favourite breakfast, despite eating them almost everyday. Caramel-brown toast decorated with perfect slices of avocado for your mother, and fluffy scrambled eggs piled high on a bread bun for your father. You quickly joined them at the table and began stuffing your face. The amber syrup relaxed on your taste buds, coating them in waves of sweetness. The spectrum of reds and blue berries cascading down as pockets of natural sugar were so inviting you wanted to take your time to enjoy them. But time was running short as 8 o'clock was drawing nearer.

The brassy honk of a car startled you as you shoved your last bite into your mouth. With a quick kiss on the cheek, you said goodbye to your parents, before grabbing your coat and school bag. You stepped out of the house, breathing in the gold and scarlet as the wind blew a cold note, the beginning of winter's first serenade. The faint smell of the previous night's rain emitting from the wet foliage brought the fresh fragrance of a new season. It was a brilliant day. Despite the cold, the sun was still blazing bright in the clear sky, causing the frosted dew to glitter like a swarm of fireflies. Pulling your coat tighter to your shivering form, you rushed towards the BMW parked on the edge of your driveway.

"Good Morning." You greeted, sliding across the soft leather of the passenger seat, thankful to be out of the cold.

There was the cushioned slam of the car door as you shut it, and a whiff of the citrus car freshener mixed with the woody smell of aftershave.

"And how are you my little love muffin." Steve smirked, pulling into the street and starting towards the school.

You released a groan of annoyance at the nickname. Ever since you told him that you had a secret crush on someone, he had done nothing but tease you.

You and Steve had known each other since you were little, having lived directly across the street from him for the first ten years of your life, before your mother started to complain that your house was too big for just the three of you. So your mother decided to downgrade to a house on Cherry Oak, which wasn't too far away, but it made spending time together more difficult. There were no more secret notes to show through the window when you should be in bed, or attaching two tin cans with a string to try and talk to each other. The two of you had managed to persuade your parents to get you bikes for your 11th birthdays to see each other more frequently. Even after all this time you still went to school together and hung out everyday, which you were grateful for. You always felt bad that Steve had to drive past the school to pick you up just to drive all the way back, but he always insisted that he didn't mind.

"Please, would you stop calling me that."

"Not until you tell me who it is you have a crush on." He beamed.

Heat rushed to your cheeks. There was no way you could tell him you have a crush on one of his friends: Robin Buckley. You had met Robin when Steve began working at Scoops Ahoy. When you had first met, you were insanely jealous that Steve had been spending time with someone else. There was a residing fear deep in your gut, that he would find someone else to be friends with. Someone better than you, that he would want to spend more time with, and then he would eventually forget about you. But that's not what happened at all. You first thought her attitude towards Steve was very arrogant and inferiorating. You had no idea how he was friends with her. There was a part of you that was almost grateful she acted that way, and maybe it would put Steve off. It never did. But the longer you all spent together, the more endearing it became. Any doubt that you had about her had been crushed to nothing. It was as though someone had suddenly turned on the light and you could finally see her in all her glory. Everything about her was gold and shining, and you were itching to have her. Despite her behaviour towards Steve, Robin had always been sweet to you, and so you offered sweetness in return. All at once you began to crave it, so badly that it almost hurt. You were beginning to realise now why they called it a crush. When you were with her it was like your lungs were compressed, your stomach twisted and your heart would beat so hard your feared with would become distorted. There was the self inflicted pain of false scenarios and imagined responses that would never come to reality because you were too scared that they would push her away if you tried any of them. But the hurting was worth it when you still got to see Robin at the end of the day.

"Steve, you have your entire life to be a jerk, why don't you take the day off."

He jestingly placed a hand over his 'hurt' heart. "Wow, never have I been more insulted in my life."

"Well, you clearly haven't been listening to Robin."

"Speaking of the devil..." Steve trailed off, turning into the school parking lot.

Robin was hunched comfortably on the red-clay brick wall in front of Steve's parking spot. She held a worn book in her hand, one that looked to be several hundred pages long, and her backpack lay open on the ground just below her feet. You couldn't help but melt at how beautiful she looked today. She was simply dressed in jeans and a plain t-shirt, layered underneath a chequered button down, of which she left the first few buttons open. She wore all of this under a thick coat that just made you want to give her a big, warm cuddle. It was an effortless outfit, but she looked absolutely gorgeous in your eyes. She reached a hand up to tuck a stray strand of dirty blonde hair behind her ear and out of her face. It was make-up free, showing off all of her freckles. With her undisturbed vision, she noticed Steve's car approaching. Robin visibly straightened with a grin on her face as she jumped from the wall and shoved the book into her bag.

The car slowly rolled to a stop and you hopped out, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Robin mimicked your actions, before prancing up to you. She greeted you warmly and gave you a quick hug. Your skin burned under her touch, even through your many layers, as you regrettably let her go. She smelled good, you noticed.

"what's up dingus?" Robin teased Steve, who slammed his car door a little harder than he should have.

He sighed. "Good morning to you too, Robin."

She stretched out a hand to ruffle his perfect looking hair. "Hey, watch it!"

Pushing her away with a groan, he dropped to look into the side mirror of his car and began raking his fingers through his hair. Although you have teased him for it, Steve did have exceptional hair. Soft waves of rich mahogany woven with strands of deep auburn, often styled so flawlessly it made you question if it was real or not. Anyone would be jealous of hair like that, you included. You watched Robin as she pushed forward towards the school, letting out a contagious cackle that had you smiling widely. It was a sound so sweet and joyous. As joyous as a prayer, deep and soulful. It was truly a blessing to hear. If someone told you that gods and goddesses didn't exist, you wouldn't believe them: you were staring right at one.

Steve jogged towards the two of you. "You are like a hurricane in human form." He turned to you. "Does it look alright?"

"You look fine, Steve." You rolled your eyes. "I hope you worry about your grades as much as you worry about your hair."

"My grades are fine, don't sweat it."

"Whatever you say, just don't come crying to us when you don't graduate and have to stay behind another year."

"You might end up finally having something in common with Eddie 'The Freak' Munson." Robin jumped in.

"What do you mean, Robin? They already do." Steve turned to you perplexed. "Have you seen Eddie's curly locks?"

You placed the back of your hand to your forehead and pretended to faint into Robin's arms. She caught you with her forearms under your armpits, almost dropping you as she laughed. You could feel her breath on your ear and you almost fainted for real.

"Steve 'The Hair' Harrington has got some competition." She laughed again.

"I honestly can't stand you two sometimes." He rolled his eyes with a smile, before forcing himself ahead. "I'll see you guys at lunch."

The two of you continued to snicker as you watched him stride towards his locker, hilariously walking past Eddie Munson along the way. Only when it was just the two of you did you realise that Robin still had her arm around you. Your body went numb with tingles as you stood yourself up properly. The sudden self awareness made you stiff and silent. Despite your movements, Robin still laced one arm through yours, something you didn't realise was a courageous move on her part. Your heart was thumping so wildly in your chest, you were scared she was going to hear it over the raucous in the school hallway. With your brain going into overdrive, you focused hard on not tripping or walking into anyone as she guided you towards her locker. Not that you didn't already know where it was.

You noticed her hesitance to unhook her arm from yours and the redness growing on her cheeks. She avoided your eyes as she moved her arm to unlock her locker. You stood against the lockers with sweaty palms, a bit closer than you probably should have been, but you wanted to feel her touch again. You watch her eyes dart about the inside of her locker, looking through it rather that searching inside it, and twitching her plump lips like she was psyching herself up for something.

"So I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies with me after school to watch this new Back to the Future movie? I asked Steve yesterday but he turned me down because he's going on a date with Emmy Mcneill, which by the way, I told him was a really bad idea because she is already dating Scot Davids." She finally looked at you with wide eyes. "Not that I thought of you as a second option, it was just that we had already planned to go to the movies together at some point,--"

"Robin." You tried to interrupt.

"but we didn't know when or,--"

"Robin."

"what movies were going to be playing and--"

"Robin!"

"Yeah?" Her eyes met yours.

"I would love to go to the movies with you."

You would be surprised if your ribcage wasn't bruised by how violently your heart was hammering against it. There was more than just butterflies in your stomach, there was an entire zoo running rampage in your gut. This was the day you had been waiting for for what felt like forever. You were always too scared to make the first move, but you and Robin were finally going to be spending time together alone and without Steve.

"Cool. Great, it's a date." Her eyes went wide again. "Not that it's a date date, not unless you want it to be, but I meant it like 'it's a date!', like 'it's a plan!" or it's some sort of engagement. Not an engagement! We're not getting engaged, God knows I'm way to young to get married yet--"

"Robin," you hold her hands in yours and she looks at you hopefully, "it's a date."

[faeology]

sometimes even just the sight of you is enough to get robin wet. the way your body curves and bends. it drives her crazy. so crazy that she ends up a mess, squirming to get some sort of friction as she watches you. the slick gathering in her underwear until it becomes too much and she's on the verge of ripping her hair out because she needs to touch you. she needs to taste you.

[spiderfunkz]

— . ♡ spending christmas with robin buckley

warm cuddles by the fireplace. buying ugly christmas sweaters for each other. snowball fights. baking cinnamon cookies. hot chocolates. vanilla scented candles. watching the snow by the window. readinh books. buying christmas trees. taking pretty pictures of the snow. holding hands to keep warm.

[chainsawmunson-deactivated20230]

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: you've had a shit day, so bath time with robin ensues.

warnings: 18+ content! minors dni!! go away! fem reader, vaginal fingering, pet names, robin is covered in hickeys, established relationship, i hardly proofread this so bear with me

wc: 1.6k

It’s been a long, long day.

It had started off with you waking up late - when you opened your eyes in the morning, there was a suspicious amount of light flooding into your room from the window. You scrambled out of bed to find that you needed to have left a half-hour before. By some stroke of mercy from the gods, you were able to make it to class only a few minutes past the late bell. Only, you wish you would’ve just stayed the fuck at home, because you ended up having three pop quizzes, a test, and a project due that you’d forgotten at home. You didn’t get to have breakfast before you’d rushed out the door, so your stomach was an uncomfortable, grumbly thing up until lunch, when you’d stuffed yourself sick with dry pizza from the lunch room. To top it all off, after school, you’d nearly crashed in the parking lot trying to speed home.

So, yeah. Long, long day.

A few hours after school, you’re relaxing on the couch, halfway through a pint of strawberry cheesecake ice cream. The television is switched on to some stupid soap opera, which you’re mindlessly watching to take your mind off the day, when the doorbell rings.

You ignore it.

It rings again.

And again.

Groaning with exasperation, you slide your ice cream tub onto the coffee table, trudging over to the door and peeking through the peephole. On the other side of the door, Robin looks like the definition of impatient, tapping her foot and checking her watch before jamming her finger into the doorbell again. Beautiful as she is, the sight of her makes your body light up with anxiety. Holy shit, you two were supposed to have a movie night tonight. You were supposed to buy popcorn and candy and rent some tapes on the way home and… You had done none of the above.

You open the door slowly, trying to put on your best smile for Robin when she finally comes into sight. But your smile feels more like a grimace, and it must look like one too, because her expression turns crestfallen when she sees you. “You forgot,” she says, more of a statement than a question.

She pushes the door open far enough to walk inside, toeing her shoes off at the entrance. “I’m sorry,” you tell her, chewing at your lip as you close the door.

“It’s fine,” she responds. Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment, then she shakes her head, starting again, “No, actually, I was really looking forward to it. Damn. What happened?”

You reach for her hand and she lets you take it, fingers lacing together as you bring the back of her hand up to your lips. You pepper a few kisses over her knuckles and she flushes a pretty pink all over her freckled cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you say. “Really horrible day for me. Woke up late, didn’t eat breakfast, seventy-eight tests, forgot my project… I could go on.”

The two of you make your way to the couch and you nestle up against Robin’s side, taking a deep inhale of her scent: rose and raspberry, plus a hint of something spicy which you can’t quite place.

“Okay, fine. I forgive you. You’re clearly stressed - were you eating ice cream? Can I have some?” Robin gestures to the carton on the coffee table, her lips quirking into a smile. You nod, and watch her grab at the carton to start eating. Your eyes linger on her lips as they mold around each spoonful she brings to her mouth.

“So,” she says, voice thick with the dessert in her mouth, “I think, as your girlfriend, it’s my job to help you relax when you have a trash day like today. I can give you a massage? Or maybe I can run a bath for you?”

“God, a bath sounds fucking amazing right now.” Your toes nearly curl from the idea. It’s mid-autumn and unreasonably cold outside, and the thought of a warm bath to soak in makes you feel all fuzzy inside. Robin takes a final spoonful of ice cream from your carton and settles it back down on the coffee table, standing from the couch and holding her arms out to help you get up, too. “C’mon, then. Go get undressed and pick out something to wear after. I’ll run the bath. ‘Kay?”

You do as you’re told, and when you wander into the bathroom a few minutes later, you find Robin crouched over the side of the bath, the faucet still running, her hand swirling through the steaming water. She looks up and chokes at the sight of your naked body.

“What? Didn’t you tell me to get undressed?”

She’s beet red. “Yeah, Jesus, sorry. You, um, you’re so hot. I never get used to it. So hot.”

Her eyes are traveling up and down your body, taking in your every feature. It takes everything in you to not wither at her scrutiny - you know she’s analyzing you in appreciation, not judgment, but still. You shift your weight from one foot to the other. “Is the bath ready?”

Robin snaps out of her trance and turns to look at the water. She’s stirred in some soap to create bubbles, and you can smell the scent of lavender heavy in the air - so she found your epsom salts. A shiver runs through you.

“Yeah, it’s good.” She turns the faucet off and stands. “Get in, baby.”

The warmth of the water envelops you like a blanket when you lower yourself into the bath. Though you don’t see it, Robin watches the water flood your skin, bubbles sliding over the planes of your body, the fat of your hips, the swells of your breasts. She bites her lip. You moan from the sheer warmth of the water, and she nearly loses her mind.

You catch her looking pained. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! Nothing, sorry. I’m fine. I think I might get in. Is that okay?” She’s already reaching down to undo her belt, clearly set on the idea, when you nod and grin at her.

“Of course,” you say, and you sink lower into the water. Now it’s your turn to stare in appreciation at her - the smooth skin of her thighs, marked with faint purple and yellow hickeys from the last time you’d been together. She pulls her shirt off and the stretch of her stomach sends a white-hot jolt of arousal through you. Your thighs shift and squeeze together under the water.

It’s a pretty large tub, but fitting two people takes some strategic positioning. You end up with your back to Robin’s chest, her legs spread to allow you to settle between them. She brings her hands to your thighs, massaging into your skin, and the stress of the day evaporates like the steam rising from the tub.

It doesn’t take long for her hands to wander higher. You squirm under her touch, but your ragged breathing encourages her further, until your legs spread to give her access to your throbbing cunt. When her fingers trace the seam of your folds, she releases a pleased hmmm into your ear.

“I can feel how wet you are,” she tells you, fingertips circling your entrance. “Even underwater. Is this okay?”

You nod almost desperately, leaning back further into her chest. Her bare tits press against your back and the sensation has your cunt fluttering anew. “Okay,” she whispers. “Let me in, then.”

Her fingers breach your entrance: one, then two. The feeling makes you arch your back involuntarily, the brush of her skin against your walls utterly divine. She starts scissoring her fingers within you, her other hand moving out of the water to find one of your tits. “Sucking me in so good, baby,” she rasps, thumb rubbing against the pebbled bud of your nipple. “You needed this, didn’t you?”

You choke out a feeble “yes,” chest heaving with your shaky gasps. Robin smiles against your ear, then dips her head lower to suck at your neck. You’re overwhelmed with the feeling of her: fingers pumping inside you, hand groping at your tit, mouth working against the sensitive spot at the crook of your neck. It’s too much, but somehow, not enough. You need more.

“Robin,” you gasp, thighs spreading wider. She lets her thumb brush against the nub of your clit, and you keen high in your throat. “Robin.” She slips another finger into your cunt and starts to fuck you at a dizzying rhythm, the dragging push and pull of her digits inside your gummy walls making you see stars. Your stomach is a coil ready to snap from her ministrations, and she knows how good she’s got you because of the desperate moans you’re giving her.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” she says, biting at your neck. “Come for me. I want to feel it.”

You certainly didn’t need the encouragement, but shit, it does help you along. Your orgasm shoots through you like lightning, and you squirm in Robin’s arms, her fingers fucking you through your peak until you’re whining from overstimulation. She presses a few absentminded kisses to your neck as you come down from your high. Her fingers pull from your cunt and she asks, sweetly, “Feel better?”

“Yes, god, yes.” You smile and turn your head to get a sideways glance at her. Her cheeks are flushed red, and there’s lust in her eyes, but also the unmistakable glimmer of affection. She kisses your temple.

“Good. You owe me for forgetting movie night, though.”

ty for reading! i love youuuuu

[shark-boys]

drummer robin is so personal to me bc u know at the end of each performance her hair is going to be super messy and all over the place and she’ll have the biggest grin on their face while they’re panting for breath

[robin-buckely]

ROBIN BUCKLEY in STRANGER THINGS 4.04 | Chapter Four: Dear Billy

[sinclairsmayfield]

max, being filmed by steve's home video camera: and now, a gay update with will byers and robin buckley

will and robin, in unison, staring at the wheeler siblings: getting gayer, max

max: thank you, will and robin.

[faeology]

robin likes to hold your hand. any moment she can slip her fingers through yours, even for just a second, she will! she loves how soft your hands are. how they always smell sweet and fruity. how warm they are. but mostly how they fit perfectly within hers. when watching movies she likes to nuzzle her cheek against the back of your palm and press soft little kisses along them. holding your hand makes her feel closer to you and there’s not a second that goes by where she doesn’t want you close to her.

[robinsvoid]

ik it’s been a month since this video but DAYUMMMMMMM

[robinsvoid]

Ok so its me again and im currently bombarding you with requests but this is one that has been just COMPLETELY taking over my brain atm.

Robin and reader getting into an argument and making up a few days later! And its just all brainrotting fluff and kissing and ugh ;(

༺ ˖࣪ all i need to hear

pairing. robin buckley x f!reader

content warnings. angst! with a happy ending. long post ahead! light makeout session.

note. sorry again for the late reply :sob: i hope u like it anon, i wrote it as fic than a blurb bc i thought it fit hehe

robin is amazing. the sweetest girlfriend you could ever ask for. she takes care of you, makes you happy, and loves you endlessly. you’re always on her mind, just as she is on yours. but it’s hard being together in this predominantly small-minded town, always having to hide your love for each other. you wish you could show the world how incredible she is, how happy she made you. but maybe in another time, you suppose.

and you miss her. even though you see her everyday at school; fleeting gazes during classes you shared with each other, hiding in the corner of the library on different occasions, meeting in the bathroom to share a few secret kisses when no one’s there. but then after school, she gets busy.

it bothers you, how robin seems to have enough time to hang out with everyone but you. she always meets you at lunch, and by your locker right after the last bell, then leaves for band practice and works right after. it’s nice hearing her voice when she calls at night right after she gets off work, but you can’t help but miss her still. you need to see her, be with her, touch her, hold her, kiss her.

luckily, you’ll be able to do all of that tomorrow on saturday before the sun sets, out in some field far from everybody on a picnic blanket you bought at joyce’s store. you had spent days preparing, making all the food robin likes, and cakes, and sandwiches. you couldn’t wait.

that’s why you walk up to robin when she’s packing her things from her locker, after the last bell when everybody rushes out to leave, to tell her all about your excitement. but she looked tired, stressed even, and you wish you could fix it. she’s busy all the time, and you wonder how well she is doing mentally. she also seemed to be rushing a little faster than she usually does, making you wonder what was going on inside her pretty little head.

“hey, rob,” you smile brightly at her, clutching the strap of your backpack a little tighter as she continues to pack, “no band practice? headed to work?”

“uh, no and yes.” she says rather quickly.

robin sighs and turns to look at you, her lips curving into a feeble smile. you looked pretty today, she wishes she could spare a minute to just stare at you, tell you all about how beautiful you are, but she couldn’t. not with the sound of steve’s horn blaring just past the school doors, when it seemed to get louder after each honk.

“is that steve—“

“yeah, we can’t be late to work or else keith’s making us work the morning shifts on the weekend and steve has plans on the weekends and, you know, i won’t get up early on the weekends, so we really have to go now,” robin rubs your shoulder with her hand and smiles. “but i’ll call you later!”

she mouths an ‘i love you’ and quickly rushes past you before you could say anything back. you turn around, slightly troubled, as you watched robin run through the school doors. you see steve in his car, waving briefly at you with a smile before driving off as soon as robin gets in.

a sigh escapes your mouth as you lean against the lockers, already missing your girlfriend’s presence. it’s fine, though, you tell yourself. she’ll call. and you’ll see her tomorrow. everything’s going to be okay.

at least you hoped it would be.

because, well, she didn’t call. it was almost midnight and robin usually calls you before eleven and she didn’t call. you sigh as you lay in bed, still waiting. maybe she fell asleep the moment she got home, because she does that sometimes. and she’ll tell you about it the morning after. that was probably the case.

you fall asleep waiting, shutting your eyes before the clock strikes one. the next morning you wait for her call again.

your phone never rang.

you hoped for the best, assuming that she was preparing for today, maybe she was already on her way to your house, the thought making you jump up from your bed, running down to the kitchen, packing all of the food into a basket your mom bought for you before running back up to dress up and make yourself all pretty for robin.

you do everything with all possible haste, checking the time and deciding that it was still a little bit early. laying in your bed, hoping you don’t mess up your hair too much, you wait and wait. and it was a lot waiting.

where was she? it was already three in the afternoon and it takes a while to get the field. you want to get there before it gets dark, but you also want enough time before the sun sets so that it wouldn’t be as hot as it was at noon. you pick up your telephone and dial her number. she doesn’t answer. where are you, robin?

you spend the next two hours glancing out the window repeatedly, hoping to see robin riding up on her bicycle, fluffy hair ruffled by the wind, a big jacket hanging loosely on her shoulders. but no one was there.

it had gotten partly dark already and your eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to smudge your eyeliner and the rest of your make up. you hated everything you were feeling; lost and dejected and stood up. you decide to get yourself out of your nice clothes and back into your pajamas, wiping all of your make up off afterwards. and just as you were about to get into bed, you hear a some shuffling past your window, then a multiple taps, pebbles clattering against your windowpane.

there was only one person who would do that. and it’s your girlfriend. you see robin looking up at you with a shameful smile, her bicycle laid flat in your lawn, her hair ruffled, her chest rising and falling rather quickly, panting as if she had just ran a mile as fast as she could.

after basically pleading, motioning you to come down, you mustered up all of your courage, still heated from earlier before running down the stairs of your house. stepping out the door, you tugged on your shirt watching as robin reluctantly walked closer. you could tell she had a lot on her mind, a lot of guilt sitting in her chest.

she opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. and you can’t help but bite your lip, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“why didn’t you call?”

robin flinched slightly at the tone of your voice. it was quiet. faint. like you’ve been crying. and she already knew that after seeing the way your eyes puffed up, nose a little red and stuffy.

“last night. i-it was really, really busy, i don’t know why. it was like the the whole town was in to have movie night or something and i-i got home and i just passed out the second i stepped into my room. i was tired, a-and i meant to call, but i fell asleep first! (y/n), i was just—“

“and this morning?”

robin answered truthfully, fingers playing anxiously with the hem of her denim jacket, “i-i was at work this morning. keith ended up giving us the morning shift anyway and i- i was rushing again earlier, didn’t have the time to call because steve was already in the driveway so—“

“you could’ve called me while you were at work, robin. it only takes a second.”

“i know! i know. i should’ve. (y/n), i’m so sorry i didn’t—“

“then, why didn’t you?” you say slowly, folding your arms and tears threatening to stain your cheeks once again as you watch robin fidget in distress. “you… you forgot, didn’t you?”

robin’s shoulders slump, eyes falling to stare at the cold ground. she didn’t mean to. she remembered before, but she had gotten so busy with work, practice, and everything else, stressing her out daily. her heart breaks as she watches the look on your face. she wants to take it all away from you; to hold you, to make you smile.

“i feel like you never have time for me anymore, robin. we haven’t done anything together in weeks and the day of the date we planned, you don’t show up. do you know how much i miss you? do you even miss me?”

“yes! of course, i miss you. i miss you everyday—“

“but not enough to remember me?”

robin swears she can hear her heart crack as she opens her mouth to speak, voice straining obscurely, “(y/n), please don’t—“

“just go home, robin.” your voice breaks.

and you don’t say anything else. instead, robin watches you rub your face hurriedly, wiping the tears that you didn’t even give the chance to roll down your skin. she watches as you step away from her, flinching softly at the sound of you slamming the front door. and she stands there for a while, just staring up at your window, hoping you would come to watch her leave like you always do.

but you don’t.

so she bikes all the way home, cries all the way home, misses you all the way home. she wants to go back, to see you again, to tell you how much she loves you. and she calls tonight, but you don’t answer. and she calls again, but you don’t answer.

it’s been happening for three days now; you avoid her during class, you pack your things and leave early after school, you don’t pick up the phone. she wonders what it’ll take for you to notice her, to talk to her. she missed you. she’s been missing you. she wants to hear your voice, wants to feel your skin against hers, wants to kiss you. she misses you so dearly. she loves you so dearly.

on the fourth day, you pick up when she calls you after school. it surprised her when the phone stopped ringing, when she was finally able to hear your voice at the other end of the call, leaving her speechless. in fact, you almost ended it when she went on for so long without saying anything.

“can i come over?” she was hesitant, you could tell by the sound of her voice. it was shaky and she talked slow, almost breathlessly.

you sat on your bed, holding the telephone to your ear for a couple moments, thinking about your decision. you missed her, too. dearly. you wanted her with you. even if you were mad at her. it was one of the many reasons you said yes.

robin bikes over in less than twenty minutes, surprisingly, as it usually takes her a little over thirty minutes to get to your house. she knocks on your door with a rhythmic pattern only you know of and gives you no less than a second to react to the hug she pulled you in for, stumbling a couple of clumsy steps into your house. you breathe her in, still hesitant to hug her back, but you can’t help but give in and wrap your arms around her waist. she smelled of grass and flowers and soon, you figure out why when you pull away from her. she held a flimsy bouquet of flowers that she obviously picked out herself, dirt slightly stuck between her fingernails, petals of yellow and white in her hair, and some of the stems were broken, flowers hanging on for their dear life.

“um, i-it’s for you.” robin, stretches her arm out, handing them to you nervously.

“thank you,” you reply. you could feel her hands shaking when you take them from her. “i’ll go put them in the kitchen. and… it’s just me here, so you don’t have to worry about my family...”

it has her in a daze, seeing you walk away. you were still in the clothes you wore to school, no shoes on, hair down. you look pretty. it’s a thought that often resides in robin’s brain, but you really do. you always do. she mindlessly follows you into the kitchen, watching your every movement. but you did everything to avoid her eyes, and it hurt her.

“are you hungry?”

robin’s eyes widen, your voice pulling her out of her daydream. you placed a tiny mug full of the flowers robin picked out for you onto the kitchen table. she stared at you, unable to formulate the words she wanted to say to you, not knowing if she should answer yes or no, questioning all of her decisions like her life depended on it.

“the cake i made you is still in the fridge. i don’t know if it’s as good as it was before but—“

“yeah! i’m hungry.”

and robin eats it all. not caring if she gets sick from eating too much cake. the only thing that mattered to her was the way you tried to hide your smile when you see some of the icing sitting at the top of her nose, the way you shifted to turn away from her, trying to escape from her.

her hand lands on the leg of the chair you sat in right next to her, dragging it across the tile floor, pulling you closer. she then uses it to lace her fingers between yours, bringing your hand up to her mouth, pressing her lips against your knuckles.

“i love you, (y/n).”

your heart pulsed wildly while she continued to press light kisses on your fingers, repeating the three words again and again against your skin as she watches you bite your lip. your eyes welled up rather quickly; the sound of her voice, her name in your mouth.

robin wanted to cry at the sight knowing how much she hurt you. and she hated herself for it. she wished she could reverse the time, do everything over, just so that you wouldn’t feel the pain you were feeling. now, all she could do was hold you, if you let her. tell you how much you mean to her. how sorry she was.

“i-i took the week off. steve said he’ll cover for me. and…i know i’m… i’ve been a pretty shit girlfriend lately. i know how much you were looking forward to our date. how hard you worked for it. all for me to just forget about it like the stupid idiot i am. it really sucks, and i am so, so sorry, (y/n).” robin’s voice trembles as she rubs her thumb against the skin your hand. “you didn’t deserve that. not from me, or anyone. especially not from me. i was just—“

robin stopped herself, not wanting to keep building up lame excuses to help her dig a deeper hole for herself.

“i know you were stressed, rob,” you tell her, staring down at your intertwined hands. “you were just tired and—“

“no. it doesn’t matter because what i did was not okay. i shouldn’t have done that in the first place. seriously, (y/n), what kind of person am i to forget that sort of thing? i’m honestly an idiot. a complete, total idiot,” robin scoffs at herself, free hand running through her hair in exasperation.

your can’t help but give her a weak smile, holding her hand tighter. it had been a while since you held hands, one of your favorite things as it is one of hers. her hands are a little rough, calluses at the palm of her hand, most likely from all that biking she does, and light cuts along her fingertips, probably from when she picked out the flowers.

“you are an idiot,” you mumble.

robin smiles, scooting her chair even closer, hands holding yours even tighter. she brings her face close, and for a moment, you thought she was going to kiss you. instead, she rests her forehead against your shoulder, nuzzling lightly into your neck.

you can feel her breath against your skin and you were almost positive she could feel how fast your pulse was beating at the moment.

“i can… i can kiss you now, right?” robin sighs when you don’t answer, pressing the crook of her nose against your neck, desperate to feel your lips after basically a week away from you. “please?”

you stare up at the ceiling and let out a breath. you missed the way robin felt against you, the way her skin felt against yours, and her lips, and her scent, and her hands, and everything else. you missed robin. you just missed robin.

you nod lightly, hoping she could feel it, but your thoughts clear as soon as she presses a gentle kiss to your collarbone, your eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. it trails up alongside your neck, then underneath your jaw, her lips ending up towards the skin behind your ear. all of her kisses leaving you weak, moaning as quietly as you could. robin absolutely melts when you lean your head slightly, giving her more room to do her work, as she places her free hand underneath your sweater, rubbing at the skin of your waist.

“robbie,” you moan as robin hums into your skin as a reply.

“hmm…”

after long moments of sloppy but delicate kisses, her lips finally lands against your mouth, soft and plump. truthfully, robin’s heart hammers in her chest, butterflies invading the depths of her stomach. when she kisses you… it feels amazing. they’re delicate and caring, always leaving you wanting more.

robin carefully pulls you closer until you’re seated directly in her lap, hands palming at your thighs as yours dig into her shoulders, squeezing tightly. she takes her time, teasing you with her tongue, pulling away briefly to speak against your lips

“i love you,” she pecks your lips, pulling away to say it again. “i love you.”

and she does it again. and again. and again. and again. and again. until you say it back.

“i love you, robin.”

and she wants to cry. so she does. her hands leave your thighs and wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you as tight as she could, shoving her face against your chest, forehead resting on your shoulder. she whimpers when she feels your hands run through her hair, soothing her, comforting her with your soft hands.

you feel robin’s kisses along your neck once again, making you tug her hair lightly, silently warning her to not leave any marks. but she never listens anyway. she kisses your lips again and again as you smile against her, giving her the chance to open her mouth while your copy her movements, until your tongues touch, leaving you moaning at the contact. your tongues slide slowly while you kiss, wet and sloppy. she hums at your reaction, your moans, god, she could do this all day. it’s fucking amazing how good this all feels, how right it feels.

you place a last kiss to her lips, making her pout slightly when you pull away from her, still seated on her lap.

“i’m still mad at you,” you tell her, all the while running your fingertips against her scalp, playing with her hair in a way that made her stomach flutter.

“i know, baby. i’ll make it up to you. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

and evidently, she does.

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