𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: lovesong by the cure
a/n: based of the req "300 & 298 robin buckley" - the robin brain rot is hitting HARD.
content: mutual pining, fluff, kissing, barely making out,
how to properly fall in love / robin buckley
now while i'm not exactly sure how you ended up in robin buckley's bed, feet propped on the wall and hands lightly brushing each other, words dripping from her mouth like a leaking faucet, i can say in full confidence that it is the most flustered you have ever been.
if you asked anybody but robin, they wouldn't even know your full name. but she knew more than that. she knew your birthday, what you want to do with your life, where you want to go, and your favorite movies (which she has on tape!). , god, just everything.
so maybe that's why you fell for her in sophomore year. or maybe it's because she's the only person in hawkins who wants out of it. or maybe it's the million freckles shrouding over her face and arms that you definitely will not stay up tonight counting. or maybe, just maybe, it's because robin, is robin.
what could be better than that?
the topic for her current never-ending ramble was prom. and while robin is not a prom person, trust she has some ideas about the whole night.
"it just feels so archaic!" robin said, hands following her words (even if they looked a little lost). "i mean, doesn't anyone else think it's weird that our country threw off monarchy only to keep reenacting it?" you've learned that when she starts, she physically cannot stop.
"i do." your voice emerges for the first time in the past forty minutes, words tainted with a tilt of your head to meet Robin's pools of blue in her eyes.
she shakes her head, like that just isn't enough. "you're different."
"how?" you ask, fingers reaching out to shove her shoulder, bending your legs at the knee to bring them down to your chest. "tell me what you're thinking."
now in her world, that got her. that got her good. now you can't see the way her brain is working overtime now to not just ignore the question entirely and stare at you, but trust me, it is. and while you might not notice the way her hands are twitching to touch your face, god knows that she is in way too deep.
suddenly, you do notice her eyes flicker with a hint of disappointment before she goes back to staring at the ceiling, continuing her rant. "I think dates are stupid too. why should our presence be counted by what guy we have on our shoulder the whole night? it's practically just a time for gross boyfriends to be gross."
you sighed, joining her in staring directly up at the popcorn ceiling, silently wondering if you were staring at the same patch. "that's because you've never had a date." after this leaves your mouth, you find yourself drawn up ever so slightly, sitting in an upright position in front of her.
"the boys at our school suck," she countered.
"i never said a guy, buckley." you responded.
her ears suddenly perk up, and she sits up straight to match you. both of your legs are crisscrossed, hands awkwardly tossed in your laps. your eyes meet again, and suddenly there's this unspoken confidence, like you're just ready.
for the first time, she sees you. fully sees you. and god, is it gorgeous.
Your hand gently reaches up from your lap, taking a small stop on your own knee as your body leans forward, not daring to remove your eyes from robin at all.
"you can hold my hand if it'd help." her voice blurts out. like i said, she can't stop.
and you take that invitation in full stride, hands interlinking together in her lap. and her confidence feels like it surges through you, lips forming around the words before your brain could fully process saying them out loud.
"you can kiss me if it'd help."
oh, her face turns red. and it is absolutely adorable.
she awkwardly leans in, sighing shakily as she looks up at you one final time, your nod giving her the approval and the push she very much needed.
her soft lips press into your own carefully, tentatively. and in a moment, it's transformed. she kisses you a bit hungrier, her free hand going to your waist and pulling you closer to her. her tongue slips into your mouth the same time your body unfolds and lands in her lap.
her hands roam over your shirt carefully, fingers twisting around the cotton shirt that she had gifted you. (you definitely did not steal it.) her mouth opens a bit to whisper in your own, "this is helping."
a giggle is stifled by her mouth, heavy breaths and gasps falling against each other, proving that people could genuinely mix. and it wasn't bad.
her hand gently slips under your shirt, cold rings colliding with skin that was definitely overheating. okay, let me rephrase: this was the most flustered you've ever been.
you pull away just a tad, whispering, "right now?"
she only responds with a grin, hushed murmurs falling from her smirking lips. "do you trust me?" and with a short moment of thought,
"you know i do."
@hyuneskkami for the dividers
au revoir! have a great night, a great day, or a great life!