#char: robin

[frankensteined]

R O B I N because fuck it why not 👀

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

he’s cynical on the surface, but ultimately a romantic at heart about most things. like, he has the street savviness from life to make sure that he doesn’t fall into naïve ways of thinking, but he likes the idea of there being a little spark of something out there to make the world a little magical. (ignoring the literal, actual magic in the world, of course fhfjhg) so, in the right circumstances, he can be very romantic in the other sense of the word as well!

O   :   ODE.  does your muse have a way with words?

he sure likes to think so! but sometimes he thinks he’s being charming but really, actually, is not. when he does dial the charm up, though, he can be pretty good at pretty words! he didn’t get this far in life without knowing how to charm his way in and out of situations, after all! and when he really means what he says, then he’s especially devastating :’)

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

his self-appointed, chosen last name. the one he picked for himself, when he could have picked anything, is larkspur. so. i mean. *gestures*

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

he does not say it very easily!! he says things around it, like indirectly saying it, and finds ways to show it without needing to say it, but those words, in that order, with that meaning and weight behind him? not often at all!  

N   :   NAUGHTY.  what is your muse like in bed?

fun :’)

valentine’s day alphabet meme!

[andaberry-blog]

Title: And as I fade away, you reach out your hand Pairing(s)/Characters: Cruzin (Mentions of Fierce Bang) / Cruz Delgado, Robin von Braun (small, minor mentions of DJ, Cherry and Landon) Rating: PG Summary: She wouldn't get it. You didn't want her to.  Word Count: 1,261 Author’s Note: I MIGHT DO ANOTHER OUTSIDERS THEMED ONE CAUSE I DON'T THINK I DID THIS ONE JUSTICE ALSO WHAT IS A TITLE THAT MAKES SENSE

Footsteps were approaching, but you didn't lift your head up until you could see sneakers stopping in your vision. You knew those sneakers. "Was it necessary?" her voice cut through the air - half scolding and half curious. You didn't look up still, not yet. You didn't even move because you were just awaiting some lecture, even if you knew she wasn't the type to do that. She was the type to just say a few words and know that from there, you would already know what you did wrong. Because she knew you. Hell, she knew you better than anyone and the fact that you weren't scared by that scared you.

The silence made her sigh and the sound made your eyes flicker up. Because your head was bent down, it didn't allow you to see anything but her jean covered thighs and seconds later they were moving closer until Robin was sitting next to you and you were only staring at the cement again. "You look like shit." 

You snort at that, a half amused breath pushing out through your nose before you just shake your head. "You always look like shit," your voice is cracked and hoarse when you use it for the first time in what feels like six hours. You clear your throat a few times, your hands unclasping and moving to settle onto the edges of the bench on either sides of you. 

"Watch it, Delgado," the amusement in her voice makes you slowly lift your head up and turn it in her direction, revealing a smirk on your lips. The trademark Delgado one. She's smirking herself, her own little trademark one that makes yours subconscious hitch up a bit higher. "Now answer my question."

A scowl instantly turns on your lips and you snap your head away from her, looking forward. "Landon's an asshole," you let that be your answer. Because even if it technically wasn't necessary, you knew that you'd have the same reaction every time. 

"So are you, and I don't break a bottle over your head for it," another amused breath pushed past your lips and you shake your head, keeping your gaze off to the side in a completely different direction from her. She wouldn't get it. You didn't want her to. 

"Maybe you should," you shrug a lone shoulder, still making sure to keep your gaze averted elsewhere. A nervous tick consumes you and you find your fingers tapping against the cement. 

She sighs. Loudly and what you would call in a dramatic way. You could practically see the agitation etching onto her face without having to turn back to look at her. She may know you, but that doesn't make her any less frustrated with you when you get like this. "He just called me 'babe', Cruz. He calls everybody 'babe'."

Your jaw tightens and you can nearly hear the sound of his obnoxious as fuck voice addressing Robin with the pet name. The Soc might address everybody like that, but it was disrespectful for him to do it to one of your girls. You didn't give a rat's ass if he did it to his dirty Soc whores, but he drew a line and you had to take action. That action being breaking a bottle over his head that resulted in the rumble that happened that night. "Whatever," you exhale out a breath with the word, attempting to start breathing normally again instead of through clenched teeth. 

"Cruz," her soft voice attempts to soothe you, but you don't let it. You didn't want her to have that kind of an effect on you. Cruz Delgado is not somebody who gets whipped by a girl, the mere thought made your face scrunch. "Cruz," no longer soft, you know she's now trying to get your attention and you decide to give to her. Albeit reluctantly. You weren't expecting her hand to cup your cheek when you looked back at her, the other not taking long to rise and rest on the other side. She's pulling you closer, but you don't budge much - mostly out of shock than the fact that you didn't want to. She doesn't take that as a reason to cease trying to get closer to you and instead moves herself the rest of the way. Your heart beats fast and you blink, giving her a curious look before darting your eyes down when you see her wet her lips. You expect her to speak, but she doesn't. Instead, her fingertips brush along your skin in a way that caused a chill to go through you. It's hard not to lean into the touch - that is until it skims over the bruising on your jaw that made you do the exact opposite and flinch away. Her face shows her apology, but she doesn't voice it, nor does she stop pressing her fingers against the throbbing bruise. She's more ginger about it and you wonder what the hell she's doing. "It's not worth it," she finally says, her hands falling from your face and leaving a certain coldness. 

Your eyes blink a few more times and you slowly let out a breath, reaching a hand up to scratch at the part of your jaw that wasn't injured. In all honesty, you don't have an answer to that which causes you to just look away once again. You stare at the entrance of the hospital, wanting to enter it and find out what the hell is taking Cherry so long to bring him news. "DJ has a concussion," you inform her. It's your indirect way of agreeing with her. 

"So, I heard," she's quiet when she answers before you hear her moving and before you know it, she's standing in front of you. You catch sight of her more, taking in what she was wearing. Stained white tee, dark denim jeans and a pair of converses was her usual style but it was the added layer that caused your lips to hitch up slightly. Your leather jacket. "Come on, lets go inside," she nods towards the direction of the entrance and your eyes flicker towards it before you nod. 

It pains you to stand, though, you don't dare let that show on your face. You just wrap your arm to hang possessively around Robin's shoulder, giving yourself more of a reminder that she was wearing your leather jacket. Giving yourself more of a reminder that she was yours. Even if neither of you would technically say it, she was. And the ring situated on your right hand ring finger was a reminder that you were sort of hers, too. 

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Round 1 | Seth & Robin

Seth had stood completely frozen as he felt Cherry's tongue trace along his earlobe, widening his eyes and feeling his heart beating a million miles per second. He could feel a constriction form in his throat- one stopping him from both encouraging her to keep touching him like that as well as ceasing him from telling her to stop. He was a very obviously conflicted boy at the moment but he found a safe haven when he heard that rounds were being posted, finding himself blinking a few times after Cherry walked away before turning around to start his search for his own partner, Robin. The effects of the pill were probably starting to take it's toll when he felt as if everything was blurring together, not exactly in a blurry way but just in a sense that a quick move of his head stretched out things that weren't suppose to be. 

Finding Robin after a moment, he grinned at her, his blinking continuing as he tried to be able to focus on her face. "Whoa," he moved his hand to her face, rubbing her cheek a little and grinning wider. "Did you get prettier or-- whoa! You dyed your hair!"  his hand moved to curl around her hair before he realized he was suppose to be acting like his character but pulling a blank on how to go about this. "I'm an alien," his own words made hi chuckle, one that turned into a full on laugh. He stopped himself and moved his arms to wrap around her waist and bring her closer to him. "I have, like, ten arms. That's hot, right?" he grinned more, then pressed his lips on hers and kissed her deeply. 

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Touchdown turnaround | Von Berry

"Touchdown turnaround, I never see you around anywhere, anymore you are what I'm looking for!" Seth may or may not be having way too much fun just listening to his playlist of music rather than finding people to possibly have sex with to them. It's not his fault that he had really good taste in music that was extremely easy to start jamming to. However, the fact that he wasn't meeting up with just anybody made him let out a sigh and click pause on his iTunes. He hadn't spent much quality time with Robin, not counting the most recent party. But even then he still didn't get to just hang out with her. And while he was expecting some sex to get his quota filled or a few ECs- he was planning on hanging out with her after the sex was done and over with. Which is why he decided it was time to get dressed and leave his house. 

Going through the window like he had grown accustomed to now, he climbed down the structure and dropped down halfway- smirking when he landed on his feet and not his ass. His nose scrunched when he realized that him and Robin didn't take advantage of her being his neighbor, not even meeting up once when they had been. Now that they weren't, of course, he was venturing to her place which was going to be a much longer walk than need be. He placed his hands into his pocket as he walked along the sidewalk, feeling only slightly annoyed because the walk still wasn't all that long. It was doable. Just like Robin was. The thought made him snort as he walked up her porch and in front of her door, knocking softly on it before crossing his arms and waiting to be let in.

[leo-fitz-blog]

Library Fantasies | Leo & Robin

There was an obvious tension on the dash before he and Robin began to speak. It was there even when they did but he was more than happy to offer to be some kind of scapegoat from whatever was going on there. He didn't need to know- but if Robin wanted to talk about it before they got onto striking out the library out of his to-do list, he wasn't not gonna let her. Something told him that this wouldn't happen but it was a safe scenario to keep in the back of his head. He had told Robin to bring some sexy librarian glasses but he had also taken it upon himself to dress a little up for this occasion. Sex in the library had actually been something he's wanted to do since he first started having sex. Now that he was in a place where it was socially acceptable to have sex in public and he wouldn't get thrown in jail for public indecency, now was the best time ever to do it. With a button up, a pair of khaki shorts and a fake pair of rectangle shaped glasses that he had gotten when those were trendy- he moved to leave his house. He thought about slicking his hair in somewhat of a nerdy fashion but he also felt like that was going too far. 

The walk to the library was nothing short of kind of really long. Maybe it was because he had forgotten a pair of headphones to listen to music on his phone but it just felt really dragged out. He had played with his sling mostly out of boredom- testing how badly his shoulder hurt. It really wasn't something that he would call painful anymore. A little sore sometimes but he could move it without some kind of extreme pain like it had been at first. He was actually scheduled to hopefully take it off this coming Sunday so that was definitely something he was looking forward to. He was also very looking forward to this library visit and now finally walking through the doors of it's entrance. It was nice and cold in there, a greeting that he didn't mind having since the outside was gross and hot. He looked around the place, eyes scanning to find Robin's familiar face but he came up with nothing. He shrugged before walking towards one of the tables, picking up a random book along the way and sitting down. He stared in somewhat horror when he realized the book he picked up was 50 Shades of Grey before he shrugged once again and flipped open to a random page. 

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Do you even know you're a beautiful girl? | Seth & Robin

His fingers ran through his hair as he squinted his eyes towards the high sun that glinted into his sunglasses. The hand dropped at his side before then moving up to cross with the other one. One day he was going to own a car here, but until then he'd be getting his exercise when it came to meeting up with people. He could've probably tried to find some kind of shuttle but it wasn't that horrible of a walk anyway. Plus, he could playfully use that against the girl he was meeting up with. He walked all this way to meet up with her somewhere that wasn't a crowded room where he asked her an uncomfortable personal question in a party game. The thought caused him to chuckle to himself, the flustered girl proving to the entire world that she was cute just like he tried to get her to believe. Hope had even voiced this. That counted as the poll in his head. He'd get her to accept the fact that she was all of the synonyms that went with pretty, it's gonna happen.

Robin could easily fit into his life as a friend and he'd be pretty upset if the two amounted to anything less. From the dash alone, he enjoyed talking to her and he was quite anxious when it came to meeting her in person. Enough to cause his nervous habit of constantly fidgeting his arms around to keep popping up. They were currently rubbing his hands together while he walked up the sidewalk to the porch of the girl's house. He then moved one to knock at the door, afterward scratching the skin of the back of his neck. Seth tried not to bounce around so much, not wanting to look like a kid with ADHD or something of the likes.