Baby, I've Already Got Your heart.

༻𓊈𒆜 They call it creeping, i say Loving 𒆜𓊉༺ ═════════•°•🍷•°•═════════ cutiespaced for the tumblr Robin layouts ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ Demi-gender Lesbian | Any pronouns Call me Sun/Sunny

[sun4ki]

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[sun4ki]

Guys please move to my new acc PLEASE IM BEGGING

I NEED TO ARCHIVE MY OLD FICS I FEEL SO EMBARRASSED OF THESE

[sun4ki]

So im back ,, To tell my 150 followers here that i have Fortunately made a new account and changed up my writing style since i love how ive been writing my most recent fics there

,, so if yall would possibly like more stuff from me , i’d like yall to take notice of my new writing account @sunnyxing

i took a while to make these layouts ,, im so proud of them .,,,

[sunnyxing]

FIC TYPE: SMUT , PORN WITH SLIGHT PLOT

Men and Homophobes STRICTLY DNI

Succubus Cyrene x Fem!Reader

Dom!Cyrene

A/n: My wife ( @robilover ) asked for this, and i fortunately cannot deny any requests she asks me to do 🥀

You really should’ve gone straight to bed.

It was past midnight, the power had flickered twice, and the old book you found in that bargain bin was clearly not meant to be taken seriously.

The pages were worn, the ink uneven, the instructions half in a language you couldn’t pronounce.

But you were bored.

And curious.

And maybe a little too confident that nothing would actually happen.

So you traced the circle on your floor, muttering the strange syllables with the kind of tired, half-laughing energy that only comes from staying up too late.

You said the final word.

And the room changed.

The candles didn’t just light — they blazed upward as if someone had snapped their fingers. Heat swept across the floor, the circle shimmered, and the air bent like something enormous pushed through the spaces between shadows.

Then she stepped out.

Tall. Confident. Tail flicking once like she was checking the temperature of the room. Horns glowing with a faint, ember-like sheen. Wings folded neatly behind her back until she stretched them just slightly, like someone rolling their shoulders after a long nap.

Cyrene blinked once, twice — then her gaze landed on you.

“Oh,” she said, her mouth curving into a sharp, slow smile.

“You are definitely not who I expected.”

You froze.

She took in the summoning circle, the open book, your expression — and laughed under her breath, a soft, smoky sound that made the hair on your arms rise.

“Don’t tell me,” she said, stepping closer.

“You did this by accident.”

You opened your mouth.

Nothing came out.

Her grin widened. “Adorable.”

The circle faded on its own, the chalk lines dissolving into dust. She walked toward you with a pace that wasn’t fast, wasn’t slow — just deliberate. Purposeful. Like a predator taking its time because it already knew you weren’t going anywhere.

You backed up on instinct.

She followed, eyes brightening with every step you took away from her.

“Running?” she murmured. “From me?”

Her voice dropped lower.

“Brave.”

The back if your knees hit the edge of your bed.

Cyrene’s expression shifted — something like delight, interest, hunger — and before you could react, she placed her hand on your chest and pushed.

Firm.

Warm.

And effortless.

You fell back onto the mattress with a soft jolt, breath knocked into a shaky gasp. She climbed over you in the same motion, knees locking on either side of your hips, tail swishing out behind her in the dark,

“Look at you,” she whispered, leaning close enough that you felt each word on your skin.

“You summon a succubus and then act surprised when she shows up.”

Her fingers brushed your jaw — slow, testing, almost gentle.

Your heartbeat thundered in your chest.

She tilted her head, listening.

“Mmh.” A pleased hum.

She lowered herself until her face was inches above yours. Her hair fell around your cheeks, warm with the faint scent of something sweet and dangerous.

Her hand slid beside your head, palm sinking into the sheets as she leaned her weight over you. Not crushing — just close. Heavy with intention.

Then her voice softened, dropped, turned molten:

“If you want me to stop,” she murmured, her lips brushing your cheek,

“just say so.”

The way she said it wasn’t teasing.

It wasn’t mocking.

It was a promise — dark, genuine, and wrapped in the kind of control she rarely gave anyone.

Her nose skimmed your jaw.

Her breath ghosted your neck.

Her tail curled lazily around your leg like a warm ribbon.

You swallowed hard.

Cyrene’s smile sharpened, satisfied.

Her eyes locked on yours, pupils narrowing.

“Well?” she whispered.

You didn’t think.

You just breathed the word.

“Don’t stop.”

Her reaction was instant — a slow, wicked smile that looked like it might burn the room down. Her wings drew closer, creating a cocoon of heat and shadow around you. She shifted her weight, pinning you more fully against the mattress, her breath trembling with held-back hunger.

“Good,” she whispered.

.

..

…

“Mmmmmm..” you moaned into her mouth as Cyrene worked her magic. You have definitely never been touched like this. Your whole body felt so sensitive, leaving you shivering from a simple stroke of the arm, a squeeze of the ribs or a simple caress of the cheek.

Her movements soon slowed, then stopped altogether. She lowered herself — then kissed her way up. She planted her lips firm so they’d be felt through your pajamas. You moaned softly with every press… Then loudly when she reached your bare flesh.

You glanced down, watching Cyrene already began to disrobe you, undoing your pajamas one by one. She took both halves of your shirt and gently opened it, revealing your bare body to her.

“So pretty…” She murmured

You were completely at the mercy of the demon on top of you, unable to find comfort as your hips betrayed you — buckling against her.

“Excited already? Be patient sweetheart… I wanna play with you first,”

She ignored your plea to stop teasing. Instead she played with the rest of the new flesh on display, licking, kissing and stroking your sides, stomach and torso. It felt nice, of course, but it’s causing to build the pressure back up. You started squirming and whimpering with every new touch. Though it wasn’t long before you got to feel relief all over again when Cyrene hands finally cupped your breasts, and it turned into pleasure even faster than before.

The demon began by circling the mounds with her thumbs, tracing from the bottoms to the tops and back again. She then started to gently knead them, drawing more moans from the you. Soon her whole hands were in on the action, caressing and playing with your breasts as if they were her own. The moans grew longer, louder, deeper — and when Cyrene finally reached the nipples, you nearly screamed.

Cyrene chuckled, her voice smooth. Then she climbed off entirely, repositioning herself to a more comfortable position. She waited till you opened your eyes, then took your breast into her mouth, fitting as much as her mouth could while teasing the nipple with her tongue. Now you did actually scream, and loud. The heat between your legs spiking.

Cyrene was in control though, as much as you wanted more, she kept sucking. She lets you enjoy the sensations without falling over the edge just yet. After a moment she switched breasts, giving the other the same treatment. By the time she was done, you were left a a soaked, exhausted mess. Your nipples rock-hard nubs.

Yet you still found the strength to open your eyes to feel Cyrene gripped the waistband of your pajama pants.

"Ohhhhhh," you groaned as Cyrene slowly pulled them off you, the fabric and her fingers trailing fire wherever they touched. Cyrene had been hoping for something underneath this time — and was delighted to find your cotton underwear, a bit modest but it’s not like she’s complaining.

"Wonderful," she purred happily. You didn't know what she was talking about, of course. But before you could ask, or even look down the demon licked you, firmly and right on the clit — through the cloth.

“AHHH —!!” You cried out, immediately arching your back against her. Cyrene waited for you to calm down before making her next move, her tail swishing behind her with amusement as she watched your desperate look.

“You taste incredibly good.. and i haven’t even tasted you directly..” She spoke, licking her lips. You whined softly, aroused and somehow a little flattered.

Cyrene turned her attention back to your underwear then immediately took them off, exposing your pussy right before her next lick. But she managed to catch herself, staring wide-eyed for a second and then chuckling again. "Oh you gorgeous little thing..”

You gasped, then laid back and closed your eyes, quivering in anticipation of the woman's tongue inside you… But that wasn't what you got.

The next thing you knew, Cyrene sat up, dragging you with her. She sat you down on her lap, removing your top faster than she'd have thought possible, leaving you fully exposed.

You immediately tensed up, the anticipation almost unbearable. Cyrene felt it and chuckled. “Calm down, cutie” She whispered, directly into your ear. “We’re not done yet..” her tail slithered around your torso, keeping you still.

She reached up and cupped your left breast in her hand. She started kneading it again — but slowly this time. You found the sensations pleasant, even soothing, and she started to settle down a bit. Though, when Cyrene other hand reached down to your slit, cupping that as well.

"So warm," the demon teased, as you writher in her grasp.

“So tense, Cutie..” She chuckled. “Relax. The more you do, the more it feels good.”

Reluctantly, You did as you were told — as much as you could, at least, with someone else touching you. Cyrene looked at you with this hunger, like she was ready to make you hers.

The palm at your slit began massaging your folds, while the hand at your breast started kneading again. You tried to stay calm, but she quickly had you panting, and it didn't get easier when the palm became three fingers and the hand reached your nipples. Just when you started to regain control, the dam broke, as her middle finger slithered inside you.

You yelped, your eyes wide, all thoughts of relaxation out the window. But this time, the demon didn't slow down. The hand on your breast got more forceful, her fingers started to move. Soon you lost yourself in the rhythm again, your hips bucking into Cyrene’s hand. Then another finger, driving yo further into the pleasure. Cyrene’s tail unwrapped from your torso, flicking against your chin to grab your attention. You turned to find her smiling, clearly asking for a kiss.. You gave it almost tenderly, and soon your tongues were dancing again, your mouths moving in sync with the woman's hands and the your hips.

You were getting close again. Yet Cyrene wanted more. She pulled away from her lips, She no longer held back, her fingers plunged deep into your cunt. You yelped long and loud, throwing your head back, as Cyrene breathed into your ear. "That's right, Sweetheart... let it all out. I want to hear you scream for me.”

You happily obliged, crying out in time with every thrust of her fingers. Each one seemed to drive deeper up your walls, stroke harder against your sensitive clit. As the rhythm increased, your cries became louder, every fiber of your being buzzing with pleasure. Cyrene tail wrapped around you again, but even tighter, one hand on your tit and the other deep in your cunt, fucking you until finally, you came.

You screamed louder than you ever had in your life, your world becoming pure white. Shockwaves ran through you again and again, each one hitting you like a whole new orgasm. Your juices practically flowing over Cyrene’s hand. Cyrene would've loved another taste — but instead she kept her movements, more slowly now, drawing out your climax for as long as possible. And then your finally collapsed, completely and utterly spent.

Incredible spent.

Unbelievably spent.

[sunnyxing]

Maybe ooc, school au, idk, wlw, men pls dni

Robin never needed a stage to feel luminous.

She could be sitting cross-legged on the dorm floor, sheet music scattered everywhere, humming nonsense melodies into a cracked phone mic — and still, she glowed. You loved watching her before she realized anyone was looking.

She loved you back — quietly, then fearlessly, then like it was the only thing she’d ever learned to do.

For a while, that was enough.

.

..

…

The night it ended, you knew before she spoke.

You were in Sunday’s apartment — a place too clean, too symmetrical, too curated for someone like Robin, who collected crooked Polaroids and mismatched mugs. She stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself, shoulders trembling.

“We need to talk,” she murmured.

You set the mug down, pulse tightening. “Okay.”

Her eyes didn’t meet yours. “I’ve been thinking. A lot.”

“That never sounds good.”

“It isn’t.”

Air thinned. Everything inside you steadied, prepared.

“My family found out I’ve been… seeing someone again.”

“Seeing me,” you corrected softly.

“Yeah.” She winced. “You.”

“They don’t approve.” It wasn’t a question.

“They never will.” Her voice came out small — too small for someone who sang in front of hundreds. “Not of this. Not of… us.”

Your heart sank, slow and heavy. “Robin—”

“My brother keeps warning me,” she continued, voice tight. “That I can’t afford rumors. Scandal. A distraction. That I have responsibilities — expectations — a future to protect.”

“And loving me puts all that at risk?”

“No.” She finally looked at you, eyes swollen with unshed tears. “Loving a woman does.”

Silence hit like a slap.

She inhaled shakily. “They’ll never accept it. Not a same-sex relationship. Definitely not a marriage. Not a life built outside their blueprint.”

“You don’t need their permission to be happy.”

“I need their support to survive,” she whispered. “My career depends on them. My education, my opportunities — everything.”

You stepped closer, careful. “We could figure it out together.”

“I wish I believed that.” Her voice cracked. “But I know my family. If I choose you, I lose them.”

“And if you choose them… you lose me.”

“Yeah,” she choked. “I know.”

You didn’t touch her — not yet. Not when she looked so breakable.

“Is this really what you want?” you asked.

“No.” Tears finally spilled. “But it’s what’s safest.”

There it was — the truth she’d been trying to swallow.

She took a shaky breath. “Boothill reached out.”

Your ribs tightened like a fist. “Of course he did.”

“He fits,” she whispered. “He’s familiar. He’s expected. He doesn’t threaten… anything.”

“And I do.”

“You threaten the life they planned for me,” she said, voice trembling. “Because with you, I start wanting one of my own.”

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then Robin stepped forward and grabbed your face — gently, desperately — fingertips trembling against your cheeks like she was trying to memorize them before she lost access forever.

She grabbed your face, and spoke

“I know I’ll never love anyone as much as I love you… but I need my family.”

Her voice shook so hard the sentence nearly collapsed.

Your breath left you like a wound.

“Robin,” you whispered, voice raw, “you shouldn’t have to choose between love and belonging.”

“But I do,” she sobbed. “They’ll never accept me being with a woman. They’ll never come to terms with it. And I’m not strong enough to lose them for you.”

The words weren’t cruel — just honest.

You gently took her wrists and lowered her hands. “Then i’ll go. If safety matters more, i’ll go.”

She flinched. “Don’t make this sound easy.”

“It isn’t.” Your voice cracked. “But you already chose.”

Robin swallowed like guilt was choking her. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

You stepped back — once, twice — like every inch hurt.

Then left.

The door clicked shut. Quiet, final.

⸻

Life kept moving, stubborn and indifferent.

You went to classes, submitted essays, laughed when you had to. Healing didn’t come dramatically — just slowly, in boring, uneven pieces.

Some days you missed her like oxygen.

Other days you were relieved you didn’t have to share her with the expectations crushing her.

But the love stayed — not sharp anymore, just… lingering.

⸻

Months later, you saw her outside the music building.

Robin stood with Boothill — comfortable, composed, belonging in the picture her family always envisioned. He said something, she smiled — polite, practiced, not the messy grin she used to give you when stealing fries.

She glanced up like she felt you in the air.

Your eyes met.

And for a moment, Robin wasn’t glowing.

She looked like someone living the right life for everyone but herself.

Her smile faltered.

She didn’t approach.

Neither did you.

Because this was the distance she chose — the cost of safety.

She turned back to Boothill.

You walked away.

Neither of you looked back.

⸻

People think heartbreak is loud — dramatic, violent, cinematic.

But sometimes it’s quiet.

Sometimes it ends in resignation instead of rage.

Sometimes the person who loves you most still leaves.

Not because they want to —

but because the world taught them they have to.

Robin chose the life she was allowed to have.

You chose the truth neither of you could unhear:

She loved you more.

And she left anyway.

[sun4ki]

that’s so gay of you to match profiles with someone using your new writing acc...

Okay girl………..

[sun4ki]

SUNAKIIII YOUR ALIVEEEEE IVE MISSED YOUUUUHH

-YOU STOLE MY LIGHTCONE

I AM I SWEAR I AM 🥀

I just .,,, Made a new writing account …,,

[sun4ki]

hello sun

it has been a minute

Is it bad i forgot who you are

[sunnyxing]

Robin's waist wings or whatever flutter so violently during intimacy that they knock something off the table....

Oh you’re onto something.

Note: maybe ooc idk

• Robin’s waist wings are basically a tell ,, the moment things heat up, they twitch and flutter like crazy. She hates how obvious it is, but you love it.

• The more aroused she gets, the harder they flutter. Sometimes it’s subtle, brushing against your skin; other times they’re thrashing so violently they knock things off shelves and tables.

• You discover the base of her wings is ridiculously sensitive. A thumb pressed there makes her gasp and shiver, and a firmer touch will have her squirming in your lap.

• She tries to hide her noises in your shoulder, but her wings give her away every single time. They’ll flare wide the moment she’s close to release.

• One time they knocked over a drink mid-makeout, and you couldn’t stop laughing—Robin was mortified, wings fluttering even harder the more embarrassed she got.

• I imagine If you hold her wings down or pin them against the bed/couch, she completely loses it—half whimpers, half desperate writhing.

Ough Robin oh i love Robin Robin i love her

[sunnyxing]

Im just gnna keep sending you angst prompts love you boyfie 💗💗💗

Anyways Robin x butch reader where they get found out and the reader kinda has to abandon the little feminine things that they do and enjoy in public so that the media thinks Robin is with a guy and it kinda eats the reader up inside 💗

Sighs, yknow what time it is 🥀

Note: maybe slight ooc

It started small. A headline here, a photo spread there—your hand brushing Robin’s in the street, the accidental flash of your smile in the background of a paparazzi shot. At first, it was almost funny, the tabloids scrambling to figure out who you were, how you fit into Robin’s world.

But then the jokes shifted. “Robin’s mysterious boyfriend.” “Her man spotted at the show.” And just like that, the sharp lines of public perception carved you into something you weren’t.

The next time you went out together, you hesitated before slipping on your rings, the soft gold ones you always stacked. You left your painted nails chipped, unpatched. You didn’t wear the blouse you loved because it clung too delicately at the shoulders. It was easier, you thought, if they didn’t notice the details.

Robin never asked. Maybe she didn’t want to see it. Maybe she didn’t like it.

Still, you noticed her eyes linger when you pulled on plain black hoodies instead of the shirts embroidered with flowers. You caught her watching when you scraped the last bit of glitter polish from your fingers. She didn’t say anything, though, and you didn’t bring it up.

You couldn’t.

The headlines quieted. People nodded along with the story now: Robin’s dating a guy, of course she is. They said it like a fact, like it’s common sense.

And each time you bit down on your tongue when you wanted to laugh too brightly, when you wanted to let the softness in you breathe, it felt like another little funeral.

You didn’t want Robin to have to defend you. You didn’t want to ruin the image she worked so hard for. But late at night, lying awake with her arm draped across you, the weight of it pressed heavy—not just her, but the whole world you’d folded yourself into.

You wondered if she could feel it too. The loss.

Because the world thought you were her boyfriend. But you were more than that, and less. You were everything you had to erase just to stay by her side.

[sunnyxing]

Note: Slight ooc ,, Author is also dyslexic sobs

The cameras always loved Robin. They ate up the curve of her smile, the way her voice never wavered during interviews, how her laughter filled the room like sunlight. She was everything a music idol was supposed to be—bright, perfect, untouchable.

But when the lights died down and the world turned its eyes away, Robin would retreat into silence.

That night, she came back from yet another event with her hair still set, makeup smudged slightly at the corners of her eyes. She dropped her bag by the couch and exhaled, but the sound was hollow, like air escaping a balloon.

The flash of cameras still burned behind her eyelids. Robin sat in front of the mirror of the hotel room, face half-wiped of makeup, eyes ringed in red where she’d rubbed too hard. Her phone buzzed again and again—articles, comments, demands. She didn’t look.

You were there, watching her from the couch. The silence between you was heavy, suffocating. You finally spoke. “Robin, talk to me.”

She met your gaze in the mirror. For a moment, you thought she might. Instead, she smiled. Not the stage-perfect smile, not even a convincing one—just a fragile curve of lips that cracked as soon as it appeared.

“I’m fine,” she said, like it was a prayer she didn’t believe in.

You stood, crossing toward her, but she raised a hand before you could reach her. “Don’t,” she whispered. “If you touch me, I’ll fall apart. And I can’t… I can’t afford that right now.”

Her voice shook, but she straightened her spine, lifting her chin like she was back under the stage lights. The mask slipped back into place even as her hands trembled in her lap.

“They’re waiting for me to fail,” she continued, almost to herself. “The media, the fans, the vultures. If I stop smiling, if I slip even once, they’ll tear me to pieces. And if I let you see how badly I’m breaking, you’ll look at me the same way they do.”

You tried to speak, but she cut you off, sharper this time. “Please. Just let me have this lie. Let me keep being fine, even if I’m not.”

Her eyes glistened, but no tears fell. She forced them back, swallowing them like poison. She turned back to the mirror, reapplying her lipstick with trembling precision. Every movement was mechanical, practiced. She looked like a doll winding itself back up to perform.

Behind her, you stood frozen, helpless.

Robin smiled again at her own reflection, her voice barely above a whisper:

“I’m fine.”

And this time, she didn’t say it for you. She said it for the broken girl staring back at her in the mirror.

[muppidupp]

NEVER GIVE UP

[robilover]

...hi 💜

[sun4ki]

You better feed me Robin stuff now.

[sun4ki]

Forgetting i have this acc ,.,. Uh have this ig

[sun4ki]

Its funny when people go through my bag, like yeah theres the normal stuff, my pens, my laptop, my sketchbook, Robin in the corner, my fan, a glue gun just in case, and my umbrella

Also, hello, im back from my haitus

[bitterbutblue]

december 1998 (下)

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you and robin finally have a civil conversation after months of avoiding and thinking you've moved on from the past, and it brings back too many feelings that you buried away for too long. are you being too calculated? or has fate already written your story in its books?

a/n: im going to start doing little a synopsis of the chapter at the start instead of me doing a trauma dump and moving on, this would help me keep better note of what i've written!

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"Again."

You scowl, setting your shoulder down and raising the bow up, drawing back, aiming, firing.

8.

"Again."

Your mother's voice is cold, harsh. Still, unmoving force that you will never understand. You let out a shaky sigh, repeating the same motion, but you grow tired. The ache in your left shoulder growing and you can barely hold the bow steady anymore.

8.

"Ag-"

"Mom, please."

She doesn't say anything, looking at you with a brutal glint in her eyes that would have sent chills down anyone else's spine but you're used to it now. You just look at her, defeated. If you had looked closer, you would've seen the slight crumbling of her usual tough facade as she turns around.

"Ten minutes."

"Okay."

You watch as she exits the room, and the second the door closes-

"FUCK!"

The sound of a bow stand being kicked across the hall echoes through the empty chambers of the indoor sports hall. Chest heaving, you stand with your bow in hand and unshed tears of frustration threatening to fall. The score was too low, far too low. 30 points below your personal best and you are three months out from the biggest international youth archery competitions. You might as well just throw in the towel now.

"Calm down, Y/n."

Huffing, you turn around to face your coach. Jing Yuan uncrosses his arms, pushing himself off the doorframe he was leaning against with a dissatisfied look on his face as he moved to pick up the bow stand. He had been watching the entire session, not saying anything. A part of you resents him for that right now, because all you wanted was for someone to speak up.

"That was a very nice bow stand you just kicked."

"I'm sorry."

Your voice isn't recognisable to yourself anymore as you put your bow on the stand, collapsing onto the ground. Jing Yuan lets out a frustrated sigh, and you can't even bare to look at him right now in fear of seeing that disappointed look on his face.

"You've been through plateaus before-"

"Never for this long." You snap, throwing your hands over your face. Your eyes hurt from how long you've been staring at the same yellow circle for.

"You need to pull yourself together."

"What do you think I'm trying to fucking do-"

You freeze, eyes widening as you scramble up to your feet with an apologetic expression. You just cursed out your coach, the same guy who has been with you since you were four. Helping you through every hurdle, getting you to where you were. How could you say such things to him, what's wrong with you? Why-

"I'm so sorry, I just-"

"Let it out." Jing Yuan raises an eyebrow, cutting you off with an expression you can't read. "Come on. Yell at me."

"What?"

"Let it out."

Scoffing, you cross your arms, looking down at the ground.

"No, why would I do that?"

"You're frustrated, you aren't performing well because you're distracted and you're tired. It's been a long year, hasn't it?"

"It's Christmas Eve, Jing Yuan." You say quietly, looking out the window of the sports hall. The days keep shortening, it's 4pm and the sun is already starting to set as the snow falls outside and all that weighs on your mind is not even your score, rather it is Robin's words. You want a break. "I want to go home."

Jing Yuan lets out a soft hum, looking out the window with you as he walks towards you. He picks up your bow, moving to take off the stabiliser.

"Then maybe it's time you get some rest."

You swear you could've broken down crying from relief. You were just exhausted and you never realised how exhausted you were until you talked with Robin. Until you saw the same look on her face, the one where you've been stretched too thin but you think you can convince yourself to keep going.

"I'll talk to your mom. Unpack the rest?"

She stands outside waiting for you, a look of disapproval that you have gotten all too used to now as you lift the bow case out with your head hanging.

"Merry Christmas, coach."

Jing Yuan smiles, softer now.

"Take a break, kid."

Yukong looks away, an all too familiar look on her face as she says her thanks too before walking off to the car in the parking lot. Neither of you exchange words on your way back, not as she drives her way down the hills, not as she parks the car, not as she exits. She leaves you to do your own thing, she gets on with her day. It's frustrating, living with a brick wall that is only responsive when you do what pleases her.

"Y/n?"

Your head shoots up at the sound of Stelle's voice, and you can't help but break into a smile. Stelle's gaze softens at the look on your face, shaking her head.

"What did we say about overworking ourselves?" She says jokingly, casually walking out into the snow with a t-shirt on to help you with your bow case. You can't help it- a small smile snaking its way onto your face whenever you see her.

"What did we say about you putting a fucking jacket on?" You roll your eyes, following her back inside the house.

Stelle had been staying with you for the past month or so, and what surprised you the most was how okay your mom had been with all of it- even now. She never once asked when Stelle was leaving, or never once treated Stelle with any form of coldness or disdain. In a sense, you envied Stelle because your mother actually treated her normally. Never asking her when she's training after school, if she's studying hard enough, if she's working hard enough. She just let Stelle breathe, and you wanted that so badly. But having Stelle around did make things a bit easier at home, you had someone to look forward to seeing when you got home after rough days of training- someone to vent to about a bad shooting session, or after having a weird conversation with a certain someone, dropping down a specfic bag of candies you normally wouldn't have questioned.

"I think she likes you."

You blinked at her first response. You expected her to be shocked that Robin approached you, or outraged for you. Instead she stared, point blank, from your bed. You spun around in your chair, eyes wide.

"HUH-"

"NOT IN THAT WAY!" Stelle held her hands up defensively "Like in a- in a friend way. Like she's trying to get close to you again, but she doesn't know how to approach you since you've shut her down."

"She shut me down first-"

"See? It's that defensive nature of yours, that's why she's afraid to fully reach out." Stelle sighed as she closed her math textbook "How about you make up your mind on what you want to do first? If you want her in your life or not?"

You've been musing over that question for the three days since she's said it to you. You've gotten used to Robin's presence, a stranger now living in the same town you were forced to to forget her in. You hated it at first, but like most things in life you learn to live with it. But Stelle offers you a perspective you were always too in denial about to fully acknowledge.

"Do you miss her?"

"What?"

Stelle is looking at you with a mixture of curiosity but also sincerity. Her golden eyes bore into yours, as if questioning the pillar you've stood on for years now. You tell yourself you don't miss her, you hate her for what she did, she hurt you and you have every right to hate her. But in that five minutes where you sat in the gymnasium together, it brought back a feeling you never knew you craved. A presence you long learned to stop caring for. But you had it back for a split second, that moment of clarity with her, and you've been craving it again since. Like a drug, you want that moment of calmness back.

"I don't know." You say quietly, taking off your winter coat as you look down "I really don't know."

"Can I be honest?"

You already know what she's going to say. You look out the window, unwilling to admit the truth to yourself. So Stelle takes this into her own hands, forcing you to look at the truth you long buried away.

"I think you miss her more than anything in the world."

It's supposed to be a happy day, a loud day. Children out running through the snow eagerly with their parents hand in hand behind them, smiling at this moment that their life has led them to. Robin can't focus on any of that. All she can stare at is the email screen, waiting and waiting for a notification. She stares until her eyes have dried out and everything she looks at is sort of blurry. She stares, nothing.

"Robin, they're not going to respond for a few weeks." Sunday says from across the room where he was laid on the couch, flipping through a book. He keeps an eye out for her, just in case.

"I know, but-"

"It's Christmas. Shouldn't we be out celebrating?" He mumbles, flipping the page. Robin lets out a groan, dropping her head against the desk.

"I can't. I feel like I- I don't know. I did well but also horrible at the same time. I can't tell what she was thinking. I-"

"You need to stop thinking." Sunday closes t he book with a quiet thud, tossing it onto the other side of the couch as he gets up, stretching. "Come on. Let's go on a walk."

"What? But what if they-"

"You've been staring at that screen since 8am and it is currently 5 in the afternoon. The damn sun has already set. Now come on."

Robin follows him reluctantly (she wasn't given a choice, really, he forced her out and practically pushed her out the door), not even listening to what he's talking about half the time as they trudge through the bustling city. He asks if she wants to get a cake for them to celebrate and she just mumbles an incoherent, absentminded response that had him sighing. They continue walking until Robin suddenly freezes in her steps. Sunday halts, turning around to look at her with a confused expression, following her gaze to see-

You and Stelle laughing, her arm wrapped around your shoulders as she pulls you in for a rather aggressive hug. You were smiling so brightly, Yukong standing behind you guys with the faintest hint of a smile on her face.

She can't fully process the feeling in her gut, but she can feel her heart come to a full halt when you look up and meet her eyes. You freeze, your smile dropping slightly and she feels that sickening feeling in her gut stirring again but the ending is different this time. This time, your face morphs into a softer smile, you hold up a hand as if waving to her, and you mouth two words.

Merry Christmas.

Before she even gets a chance to respond, you've already turned around, Stelle leaning in close to you as you drag her off. Yukong notices her, waving politely as well as she offers a stiff smile before following you two. Stiff, cold, the snow still falls and you've disappeared into the crowd again.

"Robin?"

But she feels warm. That smile, those two words. You didn't walk over to her and start a conversation, you didn't reach out and actively ask to talk, but you took the first step. You unlocked the door, and all she has to do now is open it.

"Let's get the chocolate cake, Sunday."

He feels his shoulders relaxing, a genuine smile forming on his face for the first time in weeks because there's a breathlessness to Robin's voice that he hasn't heard in forever.

"We can get whatever you want, Robin."

[sun4ki]

Guys sorry i lied about being in college

I was held back 6 years.