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20 She/her

[ihysmbily]

Why are all the SAPPHIC FANFICS LAME AND OVER-SEXUAL AND GIVING STRAIGHT RELATIONSHIP??? I READ STRAIGHT STUFF WHEN I FEEL LIKE READING STRAIGHT STUFF SO WHY TF AM I SEEING STRAIGHT VIBES IN SAPPHIC FANFICS?????? IT’S LITERALLY SO BAD AND ANNOYING FUCK

[sometradernameddjo]

I NEED HER SO BAD OH MY GOD

[b6rntosdiee]

[pbxdrw]

lovers

really enjoyed drawing this art

[rosieakalizzygrant]

Guys I need Ellie Williams so bad, im drooling while thinking abt her icl😍😍

[b6rntosdiee]

[adhdwh0r3]

My girl Akilah is (possibly) going to reunite with her baby nephew? 🥹 I am so happy.

[batstronaut]

honk shoo mimimi

[lesbianpoet4life]

I want yuri.

[welostheplot]

── stream sniped

a one-shot about streamer!ellie falling for a random influencer who wants nothing to do with her (except she actually does).

content: streamer!ellie x influencer!reader, modern au, strangers to lovers, ellie's down bad, so is reader you’re just better at hiding it, twitch chat/discord sever/titkok comment antics (that were a bitch to write ngl), MDNI 18+, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (e!receiving), there's like a splash of meta during the smut that made me giggle when deciding to include it, reader described as having a clit

word count: 5.6k

author's note: so this is where i reveal myself as having quite a bit of knowledge about streaming/gaming/chronic online-ness in general. also, does this count as loser!ellie? am i part of the gang?! anyways, i hope you enjoy!

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: we're soooooo back 😤 !discord !drops

“alright, alright,” ellie muttered, dragging a hand down her face as she leaned toward her second monitor. “let’s do today’s discord submissions. i’ve been skipping out on them because you guys have been fucking weird lately, so... don’t make me regret this.”

her camera’s a little off-center—she obviously just rolled out of bed, the unmade sheets still visibly rumpled in the background, and her hair's clearly unbrushed beyond probably a haphazard comb through with her fingers.

ghostpeekr: !!!!!!!! tryqt: BE NICE ELLIE elliesdischarge: i just sent a pic of my cat meow for her rn whiffytiffany: is she playing with chat members for fortnite tonight???? elliethrows4me: dude make your bed.

ellie sighed, already regretting everything. “i never make my bed, you guys know this by now” she grumbled, clicking into her discord anyway. the #stream-submissions channel lit up immediately. “alright. what are we working with today…”

she scrolled through hundreds of chats, stopping at the ones with the most reactions. first up was a photo of someone’s dog.

she squinted. “this is your… dog?” it’s a tiny, wet-looking chihuahua wrapped in a blanket like a human baby.

“that’s—okay, listen, i’m sure she’s very sweet. but she looks like kind of like a maggot? why the fuck are her eyes doing that.”

lootsluttt: LMFAOOOO v4nitymirror: SHE’S MY BABY ellieclips: you’re the maggot-looking one actually. princessp3ach: UR GOING TO HELL

she kept scrolling.

“okay, next up—dinner pic. we’ve got noodles, veggies… chicken? that’s chicken, right?” she tilted her head. “yeah, okay. this looks gas. eight out of ten. presentation is questionable, but i’d eat it.”

nerfventure: W DINNER flick_n_trick: it’s pad thai dumbass ecam96: NOT U CALLING IT UGLY NotElliesAlt: u’d eat anything tho

ellie glanced at chat and snorted. “okay, but i’m a growing girl, i’ve got a big appetite!”

elliesdischarge: i got something you can eat message deleted by a moderator. dusty_diamond: RATE MY SETUP PLSSSS I JUST POSTED IT sandydunez: okay so where’s the growing part tho?

next post. it was a tiktok.

she paused. “okay, wait. is this gonna get me banned like the last time?”

the video started playing anyway. one of those dramatic thirst edits. saweetie’s my type blasted in the background, and a slideshow began: a list titled in giant capital letters:

“THE HOTTEST WOMEN ON THE PLANET — RANKED.”

ellie raised a brow. “mmmkay. hot women, my specialty. let’s see who made the cut.”

#5 was some instagram model. she nodded approvingly. “valid…”

#4 was a streamer she knew—kind of annoying in real life. she wrinkled her nose. “mid. there’s better streamers out there, you know. ones that might be on your screen. like…right now. i dunno, just saying.”

#3 was that girl from a CW show that everyone insisted was underrated.

#2 was a picture of asami from nickolodeon’s the legend of korra.

she looked at the camera. “okay, but, like…deadass, why am i not on here? this one’s not even a real person?”

leilaniiii: GIRL BE FR nonbinarybullets: 💀💀💀 elliesyumyum: ur like top 17 at best tima0911: not everything is about you smelly.

she flipped off the camera, a grin tugging at her mouth. “you guys have no taste.”

and then—#1.

the music swelled. the tiktok cut to a clip of you.

it was casual, not even a thirst trap—just you in a tank top and sweats, talking to your chat, laughing at something off screen. it was one of those clips where someone was effortlessly attractive without trying, and ellie immediately leaned closer to her screen.

she blinked. “who even is that?”

whiffytiffany: NO WAY mikuirl: THAT’S MOTHER maybemaddie: HER @ IS pastaluvrrr NotElliesAlt: ELLIE BE SERIOUS

ellie’s brows pulled together, genuinely confused. “i’ve literally never seen her in my life. also her user is literally pasta lover. i’m supposed to be impressed?”

usuallylurkin: L + RATIO + SHE'S HOTTER THAN U ellieclips: ur username is smellie btw paine_45: she's like famous famous slaystation_: SHE’S SO GFFFF

she waved a dismissive hand and clicked off the video.

“never heard of her,” she muttered, already loading up fortnite. “anyways. queueing up squads. if you stream snipe and don’t let me win, you’re getting banned.”

it took approximately four hours.

four hours between ellie squinting at your face on stream and someone from her chat catching her lurking in your comment section.

the tiktok in question wasn’t even that serious. you’d filmed yourself in your bathroom mirror, hair half up, wearing one of those off-the-shoulder baggy t-shirts, mouthing along to some audio.

and right there, in the comments section, was ellie’s account:

@ smellie: “wait she’s kinda bad tho”

of course, one of her viewers immediately took a screenshot before ellie even had the chance to delete it. not that she would’ve. but still.

by midnight, the screenshot had already gone viral.

a photo post popped up on for you pages everywhere, featuring a zoomed-in screenshot of the comment with saweetie playing again in the background (naturally). the caption read:

“i think ellie figured out who she was.”

it had 70k likes within the hour.

and, of course—you reposted it.

the comments on the post immediately flooded with:

“OMG SHE REPOSTED” “not ellie switching up so fast” “ellie back up SHE’S MINE”

meanwhile, ellie’s discord exploded.

#general was moving so fast, the mods were genuinely worried:

smelly mod #7: sooooo @ smellie we saw the tiktok 😭

within minutes, ellie herself was typing.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: GUYS chill out omg smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: you’re literally blowing my street cred smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: also there was NOTHING wrong with what i said. she’s fine asf. i was simply making an observation

naturally, no one let her breathe.

ashieee: street cred????? wizard bupple: what streets u live in wyoming cuh ellie's gf #real #actually: remember when u didn’t know or care who she was

ellie attempted damage control.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: okay FIRST OF ALL, wyoming can get scrappy. i have plenty of cred. smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: and SECOND OF ALL. y’all clipped me out of context smelly mod #2: you literally said “who even is that” allyson.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱: in 4k babe. we got u in 4k

at some point, she just gave up.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: i hate all of you smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: ok but if someone made very hot, sexy romantical edits of us tg i’d probably hate you a little less smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: #otp?! 🥺

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: new drop just landed. ur welcome 😎 tiktok.com/smellie

it was… a thirst trap.

or her version of one, which meant it was shot in her kitchen with bad lighting and camera half-tilted, lip-syncing to some dumb audio while wearing a backwards hat.

before her regulars could even start roasting her for it, someone had already forwarded the message from #announcements to #general with a reply:

pastalover: nobody’s watching ts 🤣

the server went feral.

laffey ʚɞ: HELLO???? marisol (she/they): EXCUSE ME??? ellie's shift key: you mean to tell me she has been here the whole time??? smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: YOU’RE IN HERE??????

ellie immediately direct messaged you.

smellie: you’ve been lurking like a freak smellie: you didn’t even say hi smellie: and THAT’S what you break the silence with??? pastalover: be grateful i even watched it enough to know it was cringe

and then, a day later, you went live.

a rare event. your streams weren’t regular—more like when you were bored and felt cute. your overlay was minimal. just chat, a little corner cam, and non-copyrighted lofi in the background.

you were doing a get ready with me stream, mid-eyeliner, when you glanced over at chat and smirked.

"yes, i saw ellie’s most recent tiktok. yes, i wish i hadn’t.” you said, voice lazy with disinterest. “she’s, like, obsessed with me.”

topnoodle44: MY OLD MARRIED COUPLE 🥰 0ping: BE SERIOUS ellieuseslightmode: ellie’s gonna faint altaccnumber26: she’s in chat rn btw iclutchforpastalover: she’s BEEN in chat

you paused.

“oh.” you looked at the camera with a raised brow. “she’s here? figures.”

ellie’s username popped up in chat two seconds later.

smellie: looking so good bestie 😳 smellie: drop the lip combo smellie: or come here and kiss me so i can try it on smellie: wait who said that-

you rolled your eyes. “i use a revlon lip liner in the shade mauve and then the elf lip oil in the shade jam session. not that these words would mean anything to you.”

smellie: blah blah blah. proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

you scoffed. “you’re unserious.”

mikuirl: just admit you kinda like her flirting maybemaddie: WAIT I LOVE THE ELF LIP OILS WE’RE SO TWINNINGGGG NotElliesAlt: ellie barely remembers chapstick LMAO chousey203: i can’t tell if you curve her bc you hate her or bc you like her

“actually, i’m doing a public service. her ego needs balance.”

smellie: my ego’s doing fine. it’s my heart that’s in danger.

laughing, you leaned into the camera. “see? she’s like… weirdly committed to the bit.”

smellie: this isn’t a bit 🧍‍♂️

you stared at the chat, deadpan. “sooo, yeah. back to the tutorial. mods, can someone time ellie out for 300 seconds.”

smellie: WTF message deleted by a moderator.

the entire interaction was timestamped, clipped, and in about 15 different tiktoks within minutes.

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: carrying @ pastaluvrrr in fortnite

“okay,” ellie said confidently, leaning so excitedly forward into her mic her voice came out slightly fuzzy and bass-boosted, “fortnite is all about communication. precision. teamwork. and—most importantly—aura. follow my lead, you’ll be fine.”

“don’t you literally die first in every match?” you replied, sipping your drink without looking at the screen.

ellie scoffed. “i—okay, first of all, that’s slander. second of all, my KD ratio is… hold on…”

there was a pause as she scrambled to look it up.

“…okay, next topic” she mumbled after a beat. “ready up for me.”

ecam96: girl she gagged u elliesdischarge: ur trash but ur hot so it’s fine jmattsz: you’re both gonna get clapped in 2 minutes besosss: SHE SAID FOLLOW HER LEAD 😭

“wait,” you said as you readied up, “how do i do the little dance?”

ellie gasped. “oh my god. you don’t have any emotes.”

“i don’t play this game!”

“yeah, no kidding,” she muttered. “hold on. i’m gonna flex real quick.”

your screen suddenly showed her character cycling through a ridiculous line-up of skins—spider-man, ariana grande, peely in a tuxedo.

“i cannot believe you spend real life money on this shit,” you said flatly.

“hey! some of them are gifted, okay?”

“your chat literally hates you, babe. who is gifting you anything?”

“HEY.”

slaystation_: did i just hear "babe" 👀👀👀 macetotheface: she’s negging her ON STREAM ellieclips: ellie FIGHT BACK.

the game loaded in and she yelled at you to thank the bus driver like you had any idea how to do that or what she even meant. she picked some obscure landing spot and said “trust me” like she hadn’t already proven herself deeply untrustworthy.

you landed. broke open a chest. got a shotgun.

then immediately got shot in the back.

“oh my god,” you groaned. “ellie. help.”

ellie was halfway across the town, looting.

“you’re downed already?! hang on, hang on,” she said. “i’m coming. hey, don’t crawl away—wait.”

her character—bruno mars, she’d finally settled on—stood over you uselessly as the timer for the revive slowly ticked down.

“what are you waiting for, get me!”

“say please.”

“the fuck?”

“say 'pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god, ellie.'”

a beat.

you rolled your eyes, then smirked at the camera, clearing your throat and lilting breathily into your mic, “puhleeease, ellie?”

ellie stopped moving entirely, the tips of her ears going red in her grainy facecam. her character continued to stand there, unmoving.

“hello?” you prompted. “ellie?”

“sorry,” she said quickly, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. “uhhhh.. got distracted by something.”

v4nitymirror: KEEP IT TOGETHER. looten_scooten: ellie.exe has stopped working elliethrows4me: she’s in love ur honor

she revived you with shaking hands and zero cover, getting absolutely lit up right after by a sniper.

“WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SAY THAT IF YOU WERE JUST GONNA DIE?”

“i panicked!!”

you cackled as the enemy finished her off, her reboot card popping up with all her loot (a grey pistol and a fishing pole).

and then—something strange happened.

as you ran to hide behind a tree, fully expecting to die immediately, two other players—clearly stream snipers—ran up to you. instead of killing you, they dropped guns. medkits. ammo. one of them started building a small base around your body like a protective little guard dog.

“ummm,” you said slowly, “are these… fans? what’s happening here”

“what the hell?” ellie said from the death screen. “they literally murdered me and are now… escorting you?”

one of the players' characters emoted and blew a kiss to you.

you laughed so hard you snorted a little. “babe. i think i have a fan club.”

“this is fuckin’ rigged,” ellie muttered. “i die first and you get princess treatment?”

you turned your character in a circle, doing a default dance in return for their affection.

“okay,” she said, “they’re banned. all of them. from chat. for life.”

boostedbytenshi: THEY’RE PROTECTING HER 😭😭😭 ayayayaim: reveal yourselves in chat this is too funny elliebutinallcaps: jealous!ellie i fear sandydunez: actual carrying. ellie could never.

you made it to the top five before your guards were finally overwhelmed and killed. you screamed as you got sniped out of a bush.

“so close,” you groaned, slumping back in your chair.

ellie sounded smug. “see? told you you needed me.”

you raised a brow. “i outlived you by, like, eight minutes.”

“semantics.”

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: IRL OVERCOOKED w/ baeee (pastaluvrrr)

ellie’s kitchen wasn’t exactly equipped for a baking stream. one of the cameras was actually just her laptop with a built-in cam propped up on a couple of books, the $19.99 two-pack of cheap amazon microphones left much to be desired, and someone—ellie—had forgotten to actually buy half the ingredients before you flew in.

nevertheless, the chat was buzzing at the concept of seeing you and ellie actually interacting together, in-person.

“okay,” ellie said, clapping flour-covered hands together despite the recipe not even calling for flour, “welcome to my kitchen. today we’re making… brownies.”

“from a box,” you added.

“from the heart,” she corrected, nudging your hip with hers.

NotElliesAlt: “brownies” is code for sesbian lex isn’t it usuallylurkin: HELLO? THAT HIP BUMP elliesyumyum: when are y’all just gonna make out

you glanced at the recipe on the back of the box and back at the counter.

“you didn’t preheat the oven.”

“i—” ellie looked down. “i forgot.”

“ellie.”

“i got distracted.”

“by what?”

she looked at you. you stared back.

chat was going a mile a minute despite being on slow-mode.

“riiiiight,” you said slowly, turning to grab a mixing bowl like your pulse wasn’t suddenly doing backflips. “anyways. dry ingredients.”

ellie poured in the bagged mix way too fast, a cloud of dust puffing out from the bowl making you both cough.

"careful, ellie."

she laughed, leaning in to read chat, her face taking up half of the camera.

"holy jumpscare, could you get any closer?"

ellieuseslightmode: back up WE'RE SCARED topnoodle44: where are her sweats from theyre so cute :00 elliethrows4me: can we start a prediction on whether or not they'll burn the brownies

she just laughed, her eyes continuing to skim through the messages. "where are the sweats from?" she leaned back, moving to tug on the waistband of the pants you were wearing, "these are actually from my highschool, funny enough."

you pressed your lips together in a thin line, giving her a look. you hadn't exactly planned on letting chat know you were wearing her clothes and they were about to have a field day with the information.

there was a pause. then she cleared her throat, turned back to the camera, and grinned, "and my shorts are from nike!"

"alright. moving on. can we actually bake now?" you opened a cabinet, scanned it. “where are the chocolate chips?”

“should be in the pantry.”

you walked over and gave the pantry a brief glance-over. not there. “can’t find it.”

“lemme help,” ellie said.

she followed you off-camera, into the pantry.

which would’ve been fine.

except you were really close in there. the shelves were shallow, the door was half-closed, and neither of you had thought to flip the switch outside that turned the lightbulb on.

“what are we looking for again?” she asked, a rustle of plastic punctuating her words.

“chocolate chips. i literally said that ten seconds ago.”

you glanced up as she pushed further into the pantry beside you, her shoulder bumping yours. she didn’t move.

“you found them yet?” she asked, not really looking at the shelves anymore.

“no,” you said, quieter than you meant to.

she turned her head. now she was looking at you.

you swallowed. “getting distracted again?”

her lips quirked into a small smile. “yeah.”

you nodded. "me too."

and then she kissed you.

it was sudden—soft and unsurprisingly clumsy, her hand brushing your waist as her other arm bumped into the baking powder and nearly knocked it off the shelf. your back hit the wall with a dull thud as she licked into your mouth.

and your clipped-on microphones were definitely still recording everything.

NotElliesAlt: HELLO??? tima0911: WHAT AM I HEARING RN tryqt: LIPS. ARE. SMACKING. elliesdischarge: holy makeout elliebutinallcaps: THE MICS ARE ON YOU IDIOTS

when you came back into frame, cheeks flushed and mouth definitely more swollen than it had been before, ellie trailed behind you with the chocolate chips in hand and the cockiest little smirk on her face.

you avoided eye contact with the camera.

“soooooo,” you said, voice slightly higher than usual, “we found them!”

“yep,” ellie said casually, “took some digging. but we got there.”

v4nitymirror: TOOK SOME DIGGING IS CRAZY jmattsz: i can't believe i said i'd gift 20 subs when they finally hooked up and it actually happened on stream.

you coughed. “oven’s ready.”

you leaned over the sink, dabbing at the last of your eyeliner smudge with a cotton round. your reflection stared back—cheeks still hot, lips a little too swollen.

behind you, ellie was half-sprawled across the bed, scrolling idly on her phone.

“you always take this long to wash your face?” her voice was soft. teasing, but not unkind.

you met her eyes in the mirror. “yes. i've made multiple tiktoks about my routine. and i know you've watched all of them.”

she laughed and didn’t deny it. just rolled over onto her back, one arm slung behind her head. “will you do some skincare on me?"

you flicked the faucet off and reached for a towel. “what am i, your servant?"

“you’re sleeping in my bed,” she pointed out, lazily. "you ought to be nice to me."

you turned, towel pressed to your chin. “you invited me.”

“i did,” she agreed. the look she gave you was unmistakable—open, fond, a little reverent.

you padded over and tossed the towel onto your overnight bag. the air between you crackled. ellie’s gaze tracked you the entire way.

she scooted over. you climbed in beside her.

there was a pause. your shoulder brushed hers. then, her fingers found your wrist under the covers, a gentle tap like a question.

you turned to face her. “you gonna be annoying if i kiss you again?”

her smile was slow and stupid and something close to relieved. “probably.”

you kissed her anyway.

this one lasted longer. and the next, even longer. not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate. exploratory. like neither of you were in a hurry now that the door had been opened.

her hand found your thigh. your knee nudged between hers.

she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. voice low, barely more than a breath: “i really like you.”

you blinked. something in your chest cracked open.

“yeah?” you whispered.

she nodded, eyes searching yours. “yeah. like… not just for streams or clips or whatever. i mean it.”

you smiled, soft and crooked. “good,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. then to her jaw. “'cause i kinda really like you too," you muttered, continuing to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

she let herself sink back into the pillows as you shifted to straddle her, hands coming up to rest on your waist. "t-that's.... that's good. perfect. ideal, honestlaaah fuck—" the grip she had on your hipbones grew tighter as you sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone.

"you've got such a way with words, smellie."

"fuck off," she breathed out. "don't bring up stream shit when you're in bed with me."

"whatcha gonna do about it?"

she grunted, sliding one of her hands in between both of you to wiggle it underneath your sleep shorts. you gasped, feeling her fingers press up against the wet cotton of your underwear. "that. i'm gonna do that."

you reached down to grip her wrist and re-direct her hand so she was actually touching you beneath the fabric, "well, do a little more."

she groaned, her fingers sliding through the slick that met her there. "fuuuck, that's hot. guiding my hands 'n shit."

you huffed out a laugh that melded into a moan as her fingers fell into a quick pace, tight circles on your clit. "why are you— oh shit justlikethatyeah.." you gulped in a breath before continuing, "why are you fuckin' narrating our hookup right now?"

the angle was a little awkward and she could feel something in her wrist clicking with every swirl of her fingers but she would rather keel over and croak than stop right now.

the pain was irrelevant. especially when you were sitting up slightly to slide your t-shirt up and off and grab desperately at your own tits, manicured thumbs flicking nipples gone taut from the sudden temperature change.

and when you whined out a "fuuuck, ellie!" all tight and wiry and even better than she'd imagined on countless nights alone in that same bed with her hands shoved beneath her boxers, she couldn't help but nuzzle her head clumsily at your chest, nudging your hand away from your right breast with her forehead so she could replace your tugging fingers with her mouth.

your hips jerked forward and the now-free hand latched onto her shoulder for balance as you cried out, her lips pulling and teeth nicking just slightly before she soothed the peak with soft laps of her tongue.

"you like 'em played with, huh?" you could feel the vibration of her mumbling against the flesh of your boob.

"stop fucking talking, ellie. this is sex, not one of those slutty fanfictions people have been writing about us." you punctuated your words with fast firm rolls of your hips, now grinding your puffy clit into her palm as she fucked two long fingers steadily into you.

"yeah, well there's gonna be a whole lot more of those after that little stunt we pulled on stream earlier."

"i thought you said no stream talk in bed— ohhh, oh god. shit— fuck, 'm close."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" she was panting, damp puffs of air against your nipple interrupted occasionally by a haphazard suck or nibble. her wrist—aching by now—swiveled as her began to curl her fingers inside of you with purpose, the heel of her hand rubbing firmly against you.

"keep goin'— fuck keep talkin' to me. please don't stop."

"thought you wanted me to shut up? thought you said this wasn't some smutty one-shot, huh?"

the hand gripping her shoulder slid around to the base of her neck. you grabbed purchase on the short hairs there, tugging as she whimpered into you. "ellie if you don't talk me through it right now i sweartogod—"

"alright, alright! i gotcha, baby. cum for me. thaaaaat's it."

a loud moan punched out of you. “shit—fuck— 'm cumming.” your other palm left your own chest to clasp over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sounds and she quickly moved the hand that was urging your twitching hips to grab your wrist and pull it away.

"hey, none of that. talking is encouraged now, remember?

"shut up." you gritted out through a groan, your hips jerking as your teeth caught on your bottom lip.

"alright, nevermind. not encouraged. copy that."

you tugged on her hair again to mash your lips together, effectively silencing her and sagging bonelessly against her as you came down from your high.

when the both of you finally parted, you looked down to see her mouth slack, head tilted back, and eyes so hazy you'd think she was the one who just came.

she blinked blearily up at you. "you're even bossier in bed than you are regularly. it's so sexy."

"if i hadn't told you to shut up so many times already, i would say it again."

she laughed out loud at that and you couldn't help but giggle back.

"how about i shut you up instead, yeah? put that mouth to work?"

you learned very quickly that she tended to be kind of squirmy when she was on the receiving end. it was as if she was unable to sit still in the onslaught of pleasure. honestly, it modeled how she was normally, always kind of twitchy and buzzing with energy.

you knew on future nights, you were going to revel in the experience of holding her down, pinning bucking hips to the mattress or firming your grasp on shaking thighs to keep them spread apart.

tonight, instead, you basked in the push and pull, chasing her with your mouth when she wriggled away and groaning in pleasure when she tugged you closer by your hair.

and when you slipped into a particularly good rhythm, hollowing your cheeks with every perfect pull of her clit into your mouth and lashing your tongue at the swollen nub, her hands scrambled to find purchase on something. anything. your sex-mussed hair, unraveled from the neat up-do you had put it in to prepare for bed. your bare, sweat-damp shoulders. and, finally, the perpetually messy sheets below her.

her left leg kicked out and she dug her heel into the mattress for leverage to thrust her hips up and up and up into you, her lower half rising so high you had to pull her by her bony hipbones back down so you could maintain the suction.

"fuuuh– ah, shit. i think i'm gonna—" she was propped up on her elbows now, fluttering eyes focused on you with a desperate gleam to them.

you worked her over with your mouth earnestly, keeping steady eye contact as she lifted a trembling hand, moving as if she was going to pull your head closer, bury your face even deeper in her.

but then those same eyes rolled back into her skull as she flopped back down, the hand falling to grip the sheets once again.

"fuck'mgonnacumbaby" she garbled out and the sight of her chest arching up made her tits look so pretty under her thin white tank top, you wished you had a free hand to reach up and tweak a nipple.

she let out a high-pitched, whispery whine that petered out into silence.

for a couple seconds, all that could be heard was the slurps as you lapped at her, and the hum of the fans from her pc in the corner of her room.

and then—

muffled groans as the strength of her closing thighs finally broke the grip you had on them and pressed against your ears. she wasn't good at staying still, but, apparently, she was even worse when she came, her body folding in on itself as she jerkily fucked her hips up into the heat of your mouth.

you let her fuck your face, your blunt nails dragging red lines down the sides of her thighs. the slight sting of pain grounded her, helping her ride out the waves and stopping her from getting too overwhelmed in the throes of an orgasm.

pulling your head back slightly, you alternated between soft, sticky kisses to her inner thighs and kitten licks at her entrance, cleaning her up and soothing her at the same time as she caught her breath.

"fuck. c'mere."

trembling hands cupped your face as she weakly tugged you toward her. you let her, shifting to settle into her side and throw a leg over her own. she sighed, wrapping her arm around you, pulling you even closer.

"whaaat?" she whined, craning her neck to glare when she felt you giggle. "why’re you laughin' at me?"

"because i know you’re about to try and convince me to go to sleep without washing my face again. and you know i can’t do that."

she didn’t answer — just flopped her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes tight, fake snoring loudly.

"ellie," you warned.

"can't talk. too busy snoozin'."

"my face is a mess, ellie. my hair too.”

"yeah, well. maybe you should've thought about this before you made me cum so hard i couldn't breathe. i absolutely can not move now, let alone clean up!"

you sighed, pushing yourself up off the bed — or trying to. the arm she had wrapped around you tightened in protest.

“ellie, seriously.”

“you can’t move either! i want you to stay. please? pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god?”

you shot her a glare and she grinned, clearly sensing how flimsy your resolve was.

“just five more minutes. then we’ll get up. wash our faces, brush our teeth. hell, i’ll even floss for you tonight, baby. bought those little sticks you’re always ranting about in those hygiene haul videos and everything.”

you huffed. wiped the back of your hand across the bottom half of your face like it would do anything. huffed again.

“fine. but seriously. five minutes. then we’re going.”

you woke up the next morning with a sticky face, ellie drooling on your collarbone, and your phone nearly buzzing off the nightstand from the amount of notifications you'd received post-stream.

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: eating victory crowns for breakfast 🥱

she was streaming fortnite the next morning, acting like nothing had happened. hoodie up, drawstrings pulled tighter than usual to ensure the hickeys you’d sucked into her skin the night before were thoroughly hidden.

she was focused—well, pretending to be—talking about the latest installment of some comic she was obsessed with while looting in-game and ignoring the onslaught of questions in chat.

elliebutinallcaps: WHERE IS SHE?? NotElliesAlt: so you’re avoiding the MASSIVE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? elliesdischarge: she’s kneeling under the desk, be honest message deleted by moderator macetotheface: she’s prob busy making breakfast in ur hoodie altaccnumber29: blink twice if ur post-nut right now message deleted by moderator

“okay, so—” she was mid-rant when she paused, squinting at the chat. “jesus. y’all are crazy today. can we just play the game?”

messages were flying so fast her eyes couldn’t keep up:

ellieuseslightmode: BRING HER BACKKKKKK ellieclips: we literally heard the makeout. you cannot gaslight us. v4nitymirror: wait did she leave?? is she even still there 😭 maybemaddie: GUYS WHAT IF THEY FOUGHT AFTER. what if it was a drunk kiss and now it’s awkward.

she was sorting through her load-out after an intense fight she nearly lost against a surfer jonesy when it happened:

pastaluvrrr: hiiiii girlfriend 😽

she froze.

the click of her mouse stopped mid-action. the corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to react, but the flush across her face betrayed her instantly.

“oh my god,” she mumbled, shrinking into her hoodie. “why are you like this.”

chat, consequently, blew the fuck up.

elliesyumyum: GIRLFRIEND????? GIRLFRIEND. tima0911: please say this vod will be on youtube. PLEASE. elliethrows4me: NOOOOO SHE TOOK MY BITCH tryqt: not the hard launch via twitch chat LMAOOOO ayayayaim: SOMEONE CLIP THIS ellieclips: OH MY FUCKING GOD???

ellie tilted back in her chair, red spreading all the way down her neck. “i dunno why she’s lurking in chat when she’s literally downstairs,” she muttered, trying (and failing) to sound unbothered.

on cue, soft footsteps padded into the room. then came your voice, faint off-screen:

“i was making a matcha.”

the camera unfocused and refocused as you leaned into frame and planted a wet kiss on her mouth.

no warning. just one hand on her shoulder, the other still holding your drink. it was passionate, unashamed, and unnecessarily long.

“does that answer everyone’s questions?” you asked, eyebrow raised.

ellie blinked at you, dazed. then turned to chat—

only to see her character had died while she was busy making out with you.

“awesome,” she mumbled, cheeks ruddy. “you got me killed. hope you’re proud of yourself.”

jmattsz: holy tomato face mikuirl: THEYRE SO GROSS I LOVE THEM looten_scooten: i just took so many screenshots im out of storage iclutchforpastalover: MAMA Y PAPA

you breezed out of frame again like nothing had even happened. ellie cleared her throat. “okay. uhhhh, alright... so!”

chousey203: any day now…. elliebutinallcaps: SPIT IT OUT GIRL ecam96: 100% just creamed her pants message deleted by a moderator slaystation_: DUDE UR SO RED

“mods please,” she begged, hiding her face in her hands. “put chat in emote only. i’m not doing this.”

topnoodle44: 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 boostedbytenshi: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 usuallylurkin: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💓🍑🍆💦 ellieuseslightmode: 😘😘👁️👁️

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[theonlyunicornever]

Please don’t go. I’ll eat you whole.

[urhoneycombwitch]

something cosmic

robin buckley x childhood best friend!reader the stars align after your rooftop gathering. Robin takes you by the hand and finds there's a whole other world to your presence.

foreword: for the sweethearts and girl kissers <3

cw: Robin x Reader, childhood best friends, sapphic/lesbian pairing, R wears a skirt, R referred to as ‘girl’ once, R is implied fat/plussized, R has breasts + a vagina, autistic4autistic vibe, pet names (incl. ‘Buck’ for Robin), weed and alcohol mention, hand kink, praise kink, flirting, making out, oral fixation, dry humping, thigh riding, oral (R receiving), soft service top Robin, body worship, overstimulation, aftercare, smut and fluff and feelings, MDNI

wc: 5.7k

Robin steals you away, after the sunset rooftop gathering draws to a close. 

Tugs at your sleeve while everyone is hugging their goodbyes in the gravel lot of the Squawk and whispers, low at your ear- “Wanna stay behind an extra hour with me?”

With me, she’d said. Like it was a secret party and you’d been chosen. 

Of course you said yes. 

Scrunched your nose at her over your shoulder and delighted in her responding giggle. Followed her through the maze of the dark, quiet radio station while she led you with a brave face and a flashlight all the way to her favorite spot in the whole building. 

Even after all these years and miles apart, the rhythm established between the two of you in high school has somehow transitioned seamlessly into your young adulthoods. 

You fall back into it so fluidly- laughing at the same jokes, inventing new ones, striking up that familiar language that was invented around school bells and sleepovers and folded notes passed between fingers. 

Robin is still finding ways to make you feel special, wanted- like maybe you’re still bumping hips in the two-pea pod of life. Even after all these miles apart, and all this time.

Another thing that hasn’t changed? 

Robin’s hands are just as captivating and distracting as they were in your youth. 

The shape of them, the way they twiddle in the air when she talks, black nail polish glinting in the lamplight- it’s like she’s mesmerizing you from the other end of the couch. 

“-and technically, this is the greenroom, for, like, ‘radio guests of high esteem’, or whatever.” 

Her fingers hook around the phrase, then flit back to toying with the rings on her right hand. “But I guess we never got anyone cool enough to actually put it to use, so… mostly Steve and I just used it to smoke contraband.”

“Oh my god.” You laugh at the idea, eyes dropping to watch the spin of the red garnet rock in a loop around her middle finger. “You didn’t.”

Robin gives you one of her turned-down grins, shrugging, going for innocent but missing it by a mile. 

“What? There’s no smoke detector. It was a perfect room for lighting up some hash and coasting through a boring shift of ad reads and Steve’s questionable record choices.”

She shudders in mock horror, muttering something about too many Bee Gees as you laugh, again- this humor is easy, too. Comfortable and intimate. 

Just like your sleepovers of long past, the ephemera of your lives come together again. 

Your black kitten heels tangled in her combat boot laces, tipped over on the carpet by the door. Her earrings on the coffeetable- a longsword and, in proper Robin abnormal fashion, a tiny dinosaur- settled in the loop of your necklace you’d cast off earlier. 

Your sheer tights are in a heap, too- you’d peeled them off the moment you were alone, feeling better with the cool air against your legs which are currently tucked beneath you. The tartan skirt you chose for graduation today has kept its pleats, spanning over your bare knees, just shy of too short which doesn’t really matter now that it’s just the two of you. 

Robin’s hair is longer than when you last saw her. It falls over her shoulders in honeyed waves as she leans across the couch cushion separating your seats, whining playfully as she makes a grabby gesture in your direction. 

“Come closerrrrr. I’ve missed you all night! Well, all year, really. We saw each other at Steve’s barbecue but that was last summer and it’s been too long and phone calls just don’t cut it and I’m gonna start singing Stayin’ Alive at you in the most off-key voice you’ll ever hear if you don’t get closer, right now-!”

“All right, all right!” 

You giggle at her dramatics but obey the request, scooting towards the middle cushion and into the space of her waiting hands.

Apparently, Robin has gone away to college and learned how to be more assertive. To ask for what she wants. 

There’s still that distinctive lilt to her words- all dorky humor, fast rambles, sentences that seem to cut in line and jump each other to get out first- but there’s something specific about it, now. 

Something that makes your tummy flip. 

Something that sends up a warning signal, because, oh, shit- you should definitely not be getting turned on by the way your childhood best friend is ordering you around, and pulling you into her side with those hands of hers like it’s where you belong. 

“Better,” Robin sighs, happily, the leg of her denim overalls pressing fully against the stretch of yours. The frilled collar of her blousey shirt pokes at your upper arm. “You know what else is better? My palm reading skills. Here, I’ll show you-”

Robin picks up your left hand, settling your forearm across her lap while her pointer finger traces the lines in your palm. She hmms and deliberates, really hamming up her own focus for your benefit, until she seems to find what she’s looking for in the line branching from the webbing of your thumb.

“Ah-hah. See this? It’s your heartline. And based on the pattern alone, I mean, my god- something big is going to happen to your love life soon. Believe you me.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, that shudders through your shoulders and bumps against hers, palm feeling itchy under the sudden attention. “Come on, Buck. We both attended Steve Harrington’s Flirting 101 seminar back in the day. I used this same trick on Jimmy Miller in ninth grade.”

“Did it work?” Robin asks. Gaze still fixed on your hand in her lap. The tips of her fingers petting and mapping the lines. 

She’s not acting like a woman whose jig is up in the slightest.

You swallow down a shiver at the feeling of her touch. “No. But you already knew that. Are you flirting with me?”

You’d meant it as a joke, a light tease, but it comes out sideways. A bit too intense, too questioning. 

Robin’s eyes lift to yours. 

There’s something cosmic in those pools of blue. It reminds you of the surface of Lover’s Lake, how it looks at night reflecting the vastness of Hawkin’s starry sky. 

“What if I was flirting with you?” Robin asks. Something cosmic but something cautious, too, like she’s charted a course that can’t begin without your permission. “Would that… freak you out?”

“No!” You answer much too quickly and now you’re the one verbally scrambling. “No, I mean- I mean it’s nice to be flirted with, I like it, especially if- if it’s from you, I just-”

The sentence dies in your throat when Robin’s touch trails further, up to your wrist, the soft pads of her fingers pressing gently to where your pulse beats erratically. As if she’s reading you as easily as a book.

“I thought-” you make another attempt at foisting off the wave of feverish thrill that threatens to flash through your body. “Is Vickie not, sort of, y’know… your girlfriend?”

In the last few months of phone calls with Robin, she spoke about Vickie less and less. You’d noticed, but hadn’t brought it up. For a number of reasons. 

Robin’s still looking at you, even as her touch climbs your arm and settles into the ditch of your elbow. Her head shakes slowly, gently, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Nope. Not since the barbecue.”

Air hisses through your teeth but even you’re not sure if it’s an expression of sympathy or a reaction to this new information. “That’s… shit. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Robin’s voice pitches lower, silky even with the rasp around her consonants. “S’okay, I don’t really think about her too much anymore. Got other people on my mind.”

You can’t bear to watch the path of her touch anymore so you shoot her a sidelong glance, taking in the fine slope of her nose in profile, the way her lashes sweep as she blinks down at your arm in her grasp. 

She glances back up at you, fingers stilling, the awkwardness to her charm shining through. “Uhm. The other people- it’s you, if that wasn’t, like. Totally clear.”

Something between a gasp and a strangled hah escapes your throat. The heat of a supernova is expanding in your stomach, stardust dripping southwards and upwards and everywhichway, making your tongue feel foreign in your own mouth as you trip over the words, vaguely- 

“And- Nancy…? You never- with her?”

Robin’s thumb slips to the side of your elbow, drawing you in closer, gravity realigning and unfolding as your blood sings hot for her, just beneath the surface. 

“I had a crush on Nance, sure. But nothing like the one I’ve been harboring for over a decade for my best friend.”

The straps of her overalls have slipped down the gauzy neckline at her shoulders. She looks like a painting- one from an old French master of the arts that you’ve studied in class before; Bouguereau, maybe. All soft cheeks and long limbs and light buffed into every pore until she’s glowing with it. 

Robin leans in close enough that you can see she isn’t wearing a bra underneath the thin cotton of her shirt. Your pulse is frantic for her touch, hand twitching in her lap when her rings kiss cold at your cheek. 

She cups the side of your face, eyes half-lidded and dancing between the curl of your mouth and the soft shock of your lifted brows. 

“Can I kiss you?” Robin asks. 

You’re leaning in to close the distance before the question is over. 

Your mouths meet and it’s so gentle, so tender that you could cry from it. Her lips are soft as a peach, a perfect fit as they slot between yours, closing over your cupid’s bow like it’s what she’s wanted to do all along. 

“Robin-” 

You breathe into her space and she takes it into her own lungs. Nose pressing to the side of yours as she kisses you again, this one hungrier, more seeking, the tip of her tongue testing the plush of your lower lip. 

Your hand finds her waist and hers slides past your ear, holding you in place and to her as your tongues slide against each other’s. She tastes like sweet mint and the hoppy beer you’d shared earlier, and also like spit- like Robin. 

The groan travels from the depths of you all the way to her lips that open to take it, to suffuse the noise against the wet waiting of her own mouth. 

Robin makes a noise, too, answering like an echo for a canyon. 

It vibrates through you, tightening your fingers around the denim at her waist. Robin doesn’t detach from your mouth as she tips you backwards, slow but insistent, shifting until your shoulders lie flat on the couch cushion and she can kneel at either side of your hips. 

“Jesus christ,” you pant, feeling a little delirious as her hands run along the length of your sides, your own reaching to cross over her neck as she dips down to kiss you more. “Buck-”

This isn’t like it used to be, when the two of you would kiss for practice under the covers of adolescent longing. 

Or maybe this is exactly like that. Maybe all that practice with the right person has finally paid off. 

Robin says your name, an equal catch to her voice as she kisses it back into your mouth, and then she’s drawing back just far enough to ask- “Can I go down on you?”

You pet the nape of her neck, feeling nerves alight alongside the longing. Robin shifts a hand to brush just at the hem of your skirt, a suggestion of touch over the fat of your bare thigh, waiting for your answer before she goes any further. 

Your head feels foggy with lust but there’s a hesitancy that refuses to budge, so you tell her honestly. “I- yeah, yeah, you can, it’s just- I don’t usually- I mean, I’ve never come from it. Oral. I mean. Um. I don’t know if…”

“It’s okay.” Robin is so soft in her reassurance, thumb sweeping over the skin beneath her palm. Dragging the tip of her nose up the side of yours like a nuzzling animal. “We don’t have to, at all, I just- I’d really like to taste you. And feel you. And- and make you feel good.”

A confession and a plea rolled into one. 

Robin’s always been like this- mouthy.

Always talking or shouting or moving, in some capacity. Always seeking stimulation, always something shoved between her lips- gum, a hairclip, the eraser of a pencil, the ends of her own hair.

And now that perfect mouth- your best friend’s mouth- is moving down your body. Kissing between the valley of your clothed breasts, the bare skin of your stomach where the hem has ridden up, one brief press of her mouth to each of your knees- 

you prop yourself on your elbows to watch, breath punching in and out. 

Robin flips the pleats of your skirt up and you think her hands might be shaking but then you see the moment she sees you, the wetness seeping from your core, the patch that is surely stained a darker pink than the rest of your panties.

“Fuck,” Robin breathes. In awe. Fitting her thumb to the beat of your clit through the fabric and just holding the pressure there. 

Your jaw slackens. She hasn’t even properly touched you yet and it feels so good, just the pad of her thumb where you need her most. You have to make a conscious effort to keep your hips level with the couch and not have them snapping up into the touch. 

Robin kisses the inside of your thigh, trailing her mouth closer, grazing her teeth along that arch of bone that runs into your pelvis. 

“Shit.” Your grip on the couch cushions sinks in. “Buck, please-”

“How come you’re so wet?” She asks, as if you hadn’t just begged. 

Her hands are moving again, settling under the band of your skirt to take hold of the padding that spans your hips, fingers digging in when you whine. “Hmm? S’it all for me?”

“Jesus, Robin.”

Your curse is confirmation enough, and Robin grins, that clever, devastating mouth dipping down again, this time to fit right over the wet gusset of your panties. 

You’ve been aching and dripping for her all day, really- it’s been building up since this morning, since she’d touched you for the first time in a year. Folding you into a big hug before the carpool caravan left, smelling like cardamom and parchment and fresh spring blossoms.

And now she was moaning into the space between your thighs like you smelled just as good, her tongue running up the seam of you through the fabric, eyes rolling backwards at the taste she discovers. 

The breath leaves your lungs in a rush, then fills again with sharp, short gasps as she hones in on your clit, laving over it with the flat of her tongue. 

Robin fits her lips over just the right spot and sucks hard enough to make her cheeks hollow. Your thighs tense and tremble at either side of her ears and then you can’t bear to watch any more, the crown of your head tipping backwards to the armrest while she pulls more noises from your throat.

“Taste so good,” she’s murmuring, in between long licks and pointed suckling. “So sweet, so good for me-”

Good is the word that fills your chest, that makes you ache even more- you like being good, if it means Robin will praise you. 

“Gonna take these off,” she says, into the joint of your thigh, fingers tugging at the elastic of your underwear. 

You lift your hips without having to be asked, and Robin kisses your knee again as she peels the fabric from your body, calling you perfect once more before stretching low against the cushions. 

This time, Robin eases your thighs over her shoulders, your sock feet fitting to her low back. You don’t have time to wonder or ask if the weight of you is too much because Robin is already pulling more of you into her orbit, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip as she stares openly at your pussy. 

The intimacy has the potential to feel embarrassing, but- it just doesn’t. 

Robin’s pupils are so blown there’s barely any iris left. They’re like two glittering voids that bend to consume, to take more of you in. 

The heat of her mouth is finally, finally on the bareness of your skin, your wetness- there’s an obscene slurping when she laps at your entrance, and warmth courses through your body at the sound, at the feeling. 

Her tongue explores your outer folds, paying each side equal attention- something that would strike you as humorous in its distinct Robin-ness, except your head’s too full of pleasure to make room for any emotion other than oh, fuck. 

“Oh, fuck!”

Robin’s tongue sinks inside the tight, wet channel of your cunt, and it’s like she’s got your spine on a string; it pulls up from the cushions beneath your body, arching you further into her mouth, and in turn her tongue. 

Her nose brushes against your clit and when you gasp, again, she learns to keep that pressure up with every forward movement of her head. 

She’s working you up in a shockingly short amount of time, pleasure beginning to bleed into every fiber of your being. Your hands fly from the couch when Robin curls her tongue against the front of your walls, fingers burying themselves into the roots of her hair. 

It’s like holding the sun between your thighs. The heat pours from her scalp to your palms, an exchange of energy on a loop. 

The fingers at your hips dig in again; you can feel the indent of her rings and hope there will be marks leftover. Proof that you were touched, that you were worshipped, by this woman. 

Robin’s tongue flexes, hits again and again at the spot that’s making everything swell into a chorus, your toes curling at her back, your fingernails biting at her scalp as you swear, as you beg-

“Fuck, Robin- oh, my god- please- like that-!”

She holds tighter and fucks her tongue into you quicker with brutal, perfect accuracy, and then you’re coming with a waving bend to your spine, a pleasure that crashes into you with the force of a falling star, streaking gold behind your eyes as they slam shut.

There’s a long, sonorous moan that spills over as she works you through the peak of it, as she moans in response, the vibrations filling you from the inside out.

The pleasure still spirals with each pass of her tongue but it’s verging on too much, too good, your stomach under her palm tensing and releasing with the feeling of overstimulation as she continues to suck at the new wetness that spills from your core.

“Okay- hah, Robin- tha’s good, s’enough- please-”

Your words slur and feel mushy in your mouth, weak in the aftermath as your thumbs push at her forehead. 

“Wow.” Robin emerges from between your thighs with a smile, wide and obscenely wet, covered in your release from the chin down. “Holy shit. Good job.”

This makes you laugh, emotion pitching about like a boat in a storm; Robin’s palm is soothing on your tummy, thumb rubbing circles like she wants to capture the kinetic feeling of your joy. 

“Thanks.” Your hands drop to cup her cheeks, and then Robin is untangling herself from the drape of your legs to crawl up your body for a kiss.

She tastes earthy and sweet as she passes the slickness of your own release back into your mouth. Breathing heavily into the kiss before resting her forehead against yours.

“That was- wow. So hot, and so- so pretty, and- you came, right? I mean, you- you enjoyed yourself-?”

You can’t help but laugh again, and Robin joins you this time, smiling against your lips as you reply- “Yes, Buck, I enjoyed myself very much. Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Smith babes,” Robin says, sarcastic, and with a nip to your lower lip. “But really, they were all just practice. For you!”

“My god, you’re so suave now.” Your sarcasm comes out far too fond for any real bite. “Y’know, we used to ‘practice’, too.”

The feeling that rises in you isn’t jealousy, exactly- more adjacent to lurid curiosity. 

How is she, with the college girls? Does she take them out for coffee? Bring them back to her dorm and touch them, like this, on her tiny twin bed?

You don’t have time to ask. Robin’s still looking down at you like you hung the stars, moony with awe as she murmurs, “I didn’t even put my fingers in you. And you- you came so hard.”

You feel squirmy under the intensity of her gaze, inhaling sharply at her words- “Yeah. I know. I want your fingers, next time.”

“These fingers?” She teases your bottom lip with the pads of her ring and middle digits, grinning and wolfish. 

You could bite her. Instead you reach for her overalls, wiggling them down her shoulders until she gets the memo, sitting up to help your cause. Robin strips out of the denim and returns to your lap in just her droopy-sleeved shirt and a pair of baby-blue underwear printed with the word Tuesday.

“It’s Friday,” you chide, playfully snapping the elastic band at her skin as she fits a knee to either side of your left thigh. 

“I know.” Robin wrinkles her nose in exasperation. Her hands plant just beside your shoulders, sinking more of her weight against you and the cushions. 

There’s an uncoordinated bump of your noses and then she's kissing you again, strands of her long hair tickling at your cheeks, tongue lapping against the roof of your mouth. 

Robin’s thighs are so soft around your own and with the next kiss, you prop your knee further up to slot more firmly between her legs.

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

There’s heat radiating from her core, sinking bone-deep into you. She goes clumsy with hunger, hips rolling forwards as her mouth fumbles another kiss to the side of your lips. 

“D’you want- my fingers?” You offer, wondering if she’d prefer more stimulation. 

Robin stumbles over the words to get them out faster. “No- no, no, please- honey, st- stay like this. Please. I wanna- I’ve dreamed about this.”

Her hips roll, your lashes flutter. “You dreamed about kissing me?”

“No- well, yeah,” Robin admits, breathily. “But I meant- your thighs. I dreamed about your thighs.”

You feel temporarily mute with surprise but manage to ask- “My thighs?”

“Yes, god, yes.” Robin chokes back another whimper, tip of her nose tracing down the side of your face to nestle into the crook of your neck. “Was thinking- about your thighs all day, during the ceremony- the rooftop, fuck, I- I thought for sure you’d noticed, that I was being so- so obvious-”

She pants ragged breaths into your skin, arms trembling while she holds her weight to grind against you. 

“I was too busy looking at your hands,” you whisper in reply. “Always so distracting. Turning me on- seriously, Buck, you are so, so beautiful-” 

Robin’s hips judder, her teeth skimming against the muscle of your neck. You can feel her eyes squeezing shut, eyebrows drawing together in the hollow of your shoulder.

You don’t ever want this to stop. You’re half helping her, half letting her simply take. 

On the next motion of her hips your hands settle at either side of her jaw, and you gently coax her head from the comfort of your shoulder. Her hair makes a curtain around the both of you and while you love the feel of it and the smell of her rose petal shampoo, the urge to see her face is overwhelming.

You tuck the lengths of silky strands behind her ears and let your fingers slide into the roots, cradling her skull at either side. It’s so hot, so intimate and intense, seeing her like this- there's a deep flush of pink across her cheeks, orangey freckles over the bridge of her nose and under her eyes standing out in contrast.

“That’s it, Buck,” you whisper, encouraging. “Whatever you need. Take it from me.”

Robin whines again. Another grind of her hips and you can feel the wetness she’s spreading into your skin, even through the cotton barrier of her undies, a slick glide with every forward movement. 

“You wore these- these goddamn shorts, in gym class-” Robin’s talking through the panting rhythm of her breaths, eyes flickering back in her head before they refocus on you beneath. “-red ones. Sophomore year. I’d go home and- and put a pillow between my legs, just like- like this- imagining it was you-”

“Fuck, Robin.”

You keep one hand in her hair while the other goes to the low neck of her shirt, tugging it down to expose the round of her breasts, shuffling your shoulders down just slightly to reposition your head. 

When your mouth closes around the peak of her nipple, Robin cries out above you, working herself faster over the seat of your thigh. Your tongue laves over the stiff peak and you can feel the tremors it creates in her, a ripple effect in all the muscles of her legs. 

Robin lets out this string of rasping ah, ah, ahs. The cushioned slope of her stomach nudges against yours with every down stroke.

Your teeth edge around the tender skin and Robin swears again, so raw and throaty that you moan in response. Her thighs are beginning to snap tighter around you, squeezing with every grind.

“Buck-” It comes murmured around the fat of her breast, nipple shiny with your spit as your grip in her hair draws taut. “Will you- I wanna see you, when you come- please-”

Robin doesn’t deny you this, even though you know she’d rather hide her expressions in the curve of your neck. She lets you lift her head and you get to see every minute detail, every tiny tremor and scrunch and line of her face that gives away how much she loves this, how much she’s getting off on you.

“Feels so- god- so good, baby-” She whispers, a broken sentence cleaved in two by a gasp. Her stomach tightens against yours in small, undulating waves. “I’m not- not gonna last- oh, fuck. Fuck. So close-”

Robin’s jaw is open around the shape of her noises, lips parted- on instinct, your hand in her hair slides to cradle her face, thumb pressing like a question at the corner of her mouth. 

“Fuck,” Robin moans, taking the length of your finger against the wet pull of her tongue. Sucking the salt from your skin and groaning at the taste, the feeling of you inside of her. 

You feel the dull flash of her molars against your knuckle, and then Robin is coming with the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. 

The sky-blue of her eyes rolls backwards as the heat between her legs intensifies, as her muscles lock in place and the orgasm spirals through her frame, shaking with the force of it. 

Robin grinds herself against your thigh as you hold her in place with a single finger until every little bit of pleasure is wrung out, until there’s a line of drool coursing from her mouth and an equally slick path kissing at the skin of your leg. 

“Oh my god.” Her voice is faint with exhaustion but tinged with humorous disbelief as her eyes shut again.  

Robin makes as if to move herself off of you but at your noise of protest and coax of your arms, she lets her spent body collapse comfortably into yours. 

Her nose tucks to the slope of your neck again, limbs rearranging in a cozy tangle as you hum happily with her full weight pressing into you from all sides. 

In the afterglow, you’re pleasantly shocked to find that those sticky, strange feelings that usually accompany the comedown of sex just simply aren’t around this time. 

Maybe it’s the familiarity you already had with Robin before this, or the way she seems loath to do anything but trace the outline of your throat with her lips in the quiet aftermath; whatever the reason, this moment feels like a perfect little pocket of time, shared with your favorite person in the world. 

Robin is still holding onto you like you’re the only thing that makes sense. It’s easier to coast the dip of hormones with the sweet-sweat smell of her scalp and her breath coasting beneath the collar of your shirt that didn’t have a chance to get peeled off. 

Robin sighs deeply, content and worn out. Then with a light flinch of realization, she groans. “Oh fuck.”

“What?” You’re already half-giggling at her tone, blinking lazily up at the ceiling while your hands stroke down the length of her back. 

The side of her cheek squishes against your collarbone as she speaks, sounding mournful even as she slides back into her usual rambling way of speech. 

“I owe Steve thirty bucks. He said I wouldn’t be able to wait a whole day to make a move on you and I said ‘What do you think I am, some sort of hussy?’ And then he laughed and I cussed him out and threw money into the mix and it seems my lack of will power has screwed me over yet again.”

“Screwed me, you mean.” Your hands have found the end of her shirt and slip beneath, feeling for the scattering of raised freckles at her low back. “How about this. We wait to tell Steve until tomorrow, after we’ve had sex again, and this time I’ll give you a bunch of hickeys so he can’t deny the proof.”

You feel the apple of Robin’s cheek round into a grin against you. “Neat. I love tricking Steve, it’s my favorite hobby. Well, besides my new one of having sex with you. My favorite girl. I don’t ever wanna move again.”

Her head lifts and re-affixes itself to your chest, the shell of her ear pressing firmly over your heart. 

“-see, stuck. Like a limpet. Or maybe… something more sexy than a mollusk. I dunno. I just orgasmed so hard my brain melted. Please don’t ask me to explain any further because I literally, truly cannot.”

Your fingers find the half-inch scar raised parallel to the base of Robin’s spine, running over the twist of tissue with remembrance. 

She’d been eight at the time, and had taken a fall from the low boughs of the sycamore tree in her backyard. A stick had snagged in her side with the impact, and after a trip to the emergency department Robin boasted three whole stitches to show for the whole ordeal.

You can still remember her toothy smile a week later, braids swinging as she pawed with clumsy eagerness at the collar of her shirt to show off her wound. In the familiar stretch of her freckly back, there was a row of neat black thread and two butterfly bandages. 

Gravity had pulled, and you’d leaned in to kiss the edges of the sutures- as if pure magical will and childish intent could bring your girl healing with a single brush of your lips.

You use those same lips to kiss at the crown of her head now, smiling with fondness. “You don’t have to explain a thing, honey. Or let me go, for that matter- but I wanna see the stars one more time, before we leave.”

Robin kisses her way up your neck, over your jaw, movements sleepy but no less keen. Her lips press to yours again- once, twice- and the bands of her rings are cool against your cheek as she holds your face with expansive tenderness. 

“Let’s go sweep some stars. But only if you promise to hold my hand the whole way.”

It’s a promise easily made and mostly kept, save for the moments you need to separate in order to clean up a bit and re-dress. There are more kisses stolen and given between the motions, more giggling and teasing and Robin’s sparkling gaze laid plain on the side of your face as you dip to wiggle back into your shoes.

Your hands interlace, and this time, neither of you let go. Robin leads you back through the station, palm warm against yours, taking the steps to the roof one at a time to make sure you’re following close behind. 

There’s a brick wall separating the roof access door from the rest of the space, with a roughhewn wood bench built into its side. It faces the vastness of the night sky and has a perfect lack of armrests to be able to fit both you and Robin comfortably. 

Robin pulls you into her chest, chin fitting snug to the top of your head as your arms automatically wrap around her middle. 

The night is clear, and the stars are everywhere. Anywhere you look: pinpricks of light, clusters and constellations, the world holding steady as you hold each other. 

You pour your thankfulness into the universe, for whatever stars have aligned to bring you and Robin together again. 

afterword: thanks so much for reading! reblogs are never required but always so appreciated by me <3

robin buckley mlist

[sl-ut]

our friend, steve

happy holidays everyone!!!

pairing: robin buckley x fem!harrington!reader, platonic!steve harrington x fem!sister!reader, platonic!steve harrington x robin buckley

description: it’s been ages since they’ve had some good ol’ fashion alone time, and steve harrington is mostly to blame for that.

warnings: UNEDITED, nsfw (not down and dirty smut but a few spicy bits here and there), eddie lives and is in hiding au!, established relationship, steve being a perpetual third wheel, steve loves his lesbian bffs, steve being hopelessly single, reader is a little bit of a bitch to steve at times, swearing, mentions of alcohol and marijuana use, references to canon events (no specific s5 spoilers, takes place post s4)

words: 4.7K

date posted: 27/12/25

There were many factors into the current state of the relationship. To start, Hawkins was now under quarantine–curfews and consistent military presence alone were enough to kill the mood in a decade-long relationship, let alone one less than six months old. Robin had met the girl officially through Steve–it was hard to ignore her new best friend’s foxy younger sister every time she went over to his place. Before that, Robin was a quiet admirer of the most perfect girl in Hawkins, watching from several social classes down for four whole years, but they’d never really had the time or means to confront the mutual feelings between them until after Vecna opened the gates between their world and the Upside Down. 

Hey, what better time to fall in love than the end of the world?

However, it wasn’t the looming fear of being mauled by a demogorgon or the unbreakable feeling of boredom that was causing such a disturbance between Rockin’ Robin Buckley and her girlfriend. Believe it or not, their troubles were sourced entirely in the existence of Steve Harrington. Entering a relationship with Robin Buckley meant that Steve Harrington was going to become much more present in one's life than expected, but it didn’t seem so bad at first. It wasn’t until after they’d finally started exploring more intimate aspects of their relationship that Steve’s role as their exclusive third wheel truly became an issue. 

Steve had been a reluctant wingman in Robin’s later attempts to woo his sister. To be fair, he hadn’t really taken any notice of his sister’s interests until he began poking his nose around in her business. Once he began noticing little cues from her, then came the disgust and discomfort; it wasn’t the fact that his sister was romantically attracted to women, but rather the fact that she was attracted to Robin of all people–his best friend and his sister for crying out loud. Steve made an effort to point this out to Robin when he finally gave her his blessing.

This goes against every rule of bro-code, Buckley. You’re so damn lucky you’re not a dude. 

When they finally started dating, Steve suddenly realized how much he actually liked them together. They complimented each other better than he had ever expected, plus they were his two best friends in the entire world. He liked tagging along with his two favourite gals, offering to drive them around in exchange for their company, and so far, both girls had actually enjoyed having Steve cart them around, make them snacks while they cuddled on his couch during movie nights, and always played mediator during their minor disagreements. The downside to this, however, came with his constant presence, meaning that Robin was being deprived of her precious alone time with her beloved girlfriend, and it was becoming more and more of an issue. She was beginning to long for more than a few passing kisses, more than wandering hands in the few moments that Steve wasn’t in the room, more than—

Long story short, it’s been weeks since Rockin’ Robin ‘s gotten laid. And that was a problem…a huge one.

Robin wasn’t sure whether the dry spell was affecting her or her girlfriend worse. The younger Harrington had been known for her cheerful personality, always bearing a glittering smile and kindness beyond all measures, especially when it came to her brother. Steve was her best friend, he knew everything about her, everything she’d been through…they were in it together, always. But suddenly, she could see the smallest of changes in her girlfriend–the jaded smile every time he unknowingly interrupted them, or the crease between her brows each time that he insisted on joining their date nights. 

For a while, the worst he would walk in on was a heated makeout session with some wandering hands and occasionally a discarded shirt, which neither of them really minded too much, considering that it was usually in a place that was far too risky to go much further, but then it quickly transitioned into Steve completely inserting himself in every attempt they made to go all the way, and it was sucking all of the sweetness out of her girlfriend, which she wanted to be doing herself. 

The first time that she’d really noticed the simmering anger in her girlfriend, it was a Saturday evening, and Steve had finally landed himself a date. He’d been in a bit of a slump lately, so when they had listened to him excitedly recount how gorgeous the girl was, they were equally as ecstatic for Steve as they were for themselves. The night had gone smoothly, the girls had played house, cooking together, eating together, cleaning together…it was a sweet little insight to their future together, if they ever made it out of Hawkins, that is. 

Dinner was simple, considering that neither of them were too handy in the kitchen just yet, but some Hamburger Helper and a bottle of cheap wine they’d convinced Steve to buy for them still seemed like the most romantic dinner they’d ever had. Intertwined fingers across the table, candlelight flickering across blushing flesh and glossy eyes, uninhibited giggles and nervous flirting exchanged as the cheap alcohol disappeared from the bottle. 

“This is nice,” Robin said, wiping a plate dry with a cotton cloth, buzzing from the simple bliss she felt at the domestic action of cleaning up after dinner–her girlfriend washed while she dried.

“You like doing dishes?” her girlfriend laughed, “that’ll make things easy in the future.”

Robin flushed at the implication of the future, “I like doing dishes with you. No way you’re roping me into being your maid for life.”

“Oh, so it’s for life, now?” she smirked at Robin, wiping her hands on a spare dishtowel as she stepped closer, “I don’t think you know what you’re signing yourself up for. I’m told I’m very clingy.” 

“I’ve only said that once!” Robin scoffed, hands rising in defense, “I think it’s cute. Clingy is good. I’ll let you cling onto me any time you want, baby.”

A wicked grin appeared on the Harrington girl’s features–beautiful and eerily similar to that annoying grin that Steve gives her every time he is about to do something to piss her off, but somehow it still sends a rush of excitement through Robin’s spine as her girlfriend wrapped her arms around her neck, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a teasing kiss against her lips.

“That’s sweet, Robs,” she leaned closer to continue whispering into her ear, “but you haven’t seen clingy yet.”

“Bring it on,” Robin grinned as her arms looped around her girlfriend’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer as she reconnected their lips, forcing her between the counter and her own body, letting out a soft moan as she felt manicured fingernails rake through her hair and against her scalp.

“Been waiting to get you all to myself,” the Harrington girl sighed into the kiss, head tilting back as Robin’s lips slid down her throat, kissing and licking gently at the soft skin. 

“Don’t even go there,” Robin murmured into her flesh, one hand reaching to pop open the button of her jeans, “barely get any time alone anymore.”

“Guess the apocalypse doesn’t care for the sex lives of two social pariahs,” she laughed, thighs parting further and letting out a soft gasp as Robin’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties. “Shit, Rob, careful. ‘M sensitive.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Robin smirked as her fingers slid between her folds, “have you been this wet the whole time?”

She let out a little giggle, “Maybe. Guess I got excited at the idea of having you all to myself for once.”

“Well then, I think we have some lost time to make up for.”

The atmosphere in the kitchen changed. The same flickering candlelight and Madonna tape playing in the back, but the soft tones of the music were accentuated with the soft moans of the young Harrington girl, head thrown back in delight as Robin pumped her fingers in and out of her leaking core while her other hand found her bare breasts beneath her shirt.        

“You sound so pretty,” Robin said, lips sucking a small purple bruise on the flesh along the neckline of her top.

“Rob–oh!”

“You close?” Robin asked huskily, grinning as her girlfriend clenched around her fingers, her thumb rubbing gentle circles against her clit, “I can feel it. You that pent up, baby?”     

She nodded helplessly, eyes pinched shut as her head tipped back, brows furrowed in concentration and lips parted to release soft gasps as her hips rocked against Robin’s hand. She was so close. So, so, so–                                    

The door slammed open, Steve’s agitating voice echoing through the hall as he called out for them. Robin jumped back, hand sliding out of her girlfriend’s pants quickly as she rushed to rebutton them and adjust her top before her brother came storming in. 

He entered the kitchen in a huff, not even noticing the flush of his sister’s cheeks and the wide, nervous eyes of his best friend as he slumped down on one of the stools opposite them. 

“Love doesn’t exist anymore,” he sighed, “at least, not for straight guys. You two got lucky.”

“I’m trying to, anyway,” Robin mumbled under her breath.

Her girlfriend stifled a laugh as she jabbed her with her elbow, “what happened this time? She wasn’t over her ex? Did she not like your hair enough?”

“She liked it too much. What ever happened to good old fashioned dating?” He sighed dramatically, “why is everyone so obsessed with having sex? I mean, you can have sex any time, but finding the love of your life? That only happens once. Guess I’m stuck still being your guys’ third wheel.” His eyes fell to the VHS of Sixteen Candles on the counter in front of him, “oh hey, I love this movie.”

The girls shared an exasperated look, but both already knew what was about to happen.

“Steve,” the Harrington girl growled, “would you like to join us for movie night?”

“Why not,” he shrugged, “not like any of us have anything better to do, huh? This town is hopeless.”

They shared another look. One girl was suffering from being drawn so close to release before having it cruelly snatched away from her, while the other was dying to at least have a moment to lick her fingers clean–she wanted to taste her girlfriend at the very least, even if it wasn’t in the way she enjoyed doing so most. 

“Yeah,” Robin agreed, as if two of her fingers weren’t still coated in his sister’s slick, “definitely wouldn’t rather be doing literally anything else.”  

***

The next time it happened, Robin had been ambushed. Well, ambush is a strong word, but a sweet gesture by her girlfriend seemed to be a cover for a sexual infiltration of WSQK. She walked in the door with a brown paper bag in hand and an award winning smile on her face, causing Robin’s knees to weaken and her voice to crack as she spoke into her microphone, watching through the glass in confusion as Steve reached for the bag in his sister’s hand and gave her an annoyed look. She couldn’t make out their words, but she knew exactly what sort of tone they were using with one another just by their body language–she had spent far too much time in the presence of the Harrinton siblings.

When her voice faded into the music, she muted her mic and motioned for her girlfriend to come in, settling her headphones around her neck. 

“What brings a girl like you around here?” Robin asked teasingly, watching as her girlfriend closed the door behind her and took in the sight of her bare legs beneath the hem of her denim skirt. 

“I heard this voice on the radio in the car just now, guess I had to find out whether the face was as sexy as the voice.”

Robin blushed, “and what do you think?”

The Harrington girl moved to straddle her in the chair, hands cupping Robin’s face gently, “it’s even better than I imagined.”

Robin’s hands rose to settle on her girlfriend’s thighs instinctively as their lips met sweetly. Robin let out a moan of surprise as her girlfriend slid her fingers through her short brown hair, tugging gently as her lips moved eagerly down her jaw and throat.

“Hey, hey,” Robin gasped, “Steve’s literally in the other–”

“I forgot the soda he asked for lunch,” she grinned at Robin, “he was pissed, so I made him go to the store.”                                  

Robin laughed, “You forgot. How convenient.”

“You’re doing a lot of talking considering that we don’t have a lot of time.”

“Right, right,” Robin chuckled nervously, “kiss away, then.”

A devious smirk appeared on her lips, “I’m planning on doing a whole lot more than kissing.”

The girl dropped to her knees and forced Robin’s thighs apart, unbuttoning her jeans eagerly and shucking them down her hips forcefully. 

“Woah!” Robin gasped, “you just said we don’t have a lot of time until Steve comes back, and we’ve got–”she glanced at the queue of songs she had lined up, “like five minutes till I have to be back on air.”

“I only need two,” the Harrington girl smirked proudly, “now help me get these pants off.”

The next three minutes were a whirlwind, Robin’s jeans and underwear left around one of her ankles as her girlfriend buried her face into the dripping core between her thighs. Robin whined nervously as she approached her peak, eyes watching the clock and the door like a hawk as she finally fell over the edge–with two minutes to spare.

“You’re so good at that,” Robin panted as she rebuttoned her jeans, admiring the glistening slick decorating her girlfriend’s lips and chin.

“I’ve had practice,” she giggled, “and it helps when you’re so sensitive.”

“Well, can you blame me?” Robin sighed, “I haven’t had you all to myself in weeks, thanks to your pesky brother.”

“It’s not my fault you decided to be best friends with my brother,” the Harrington girl sighed, “besides, I’m the one who hasn’t gotten off in weeks now, not you, remember?”

Robin rolled her eyes, “don’t remind me. Let me get you back.”

“Don’t you have to be back on air in…thirty seconds?”

“Shit,” Robin lifted her headphones onto her ears, “let me just make up another queue really fast, then I’m gonna–” the music faded out suddenly, “hey folks, something’s got me in a real royal mood. Nothing better to get my fix of royalty than six whole minutes of Queen. Here’s Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Wow,” the Harrington girl laughed, “the longest song ever. Smart move, Buckley.”

“Thanks,” Robin chucked her headphones aside carelessly, “now get on the couch.”

Robin was between her thighs before she could even lay back, underwear tugged down her legs and skirt pushed up as Robin tugged her thighs over her shoulders, diving in eagerly. The Harrington girl let out a loud moan as Robin’s tongue explored her folds with familiarity, sucking at her clit and grinning as she received the pathetic moan she was looking for. 

“You gotta hurry, baby,” she whispered as she pushed Robin’s head in further, “he’s gonna be back any–”

“Yo, Buckley,” Robin let out a groan at the sound of Steve’s voice, removing herself from between his sister’s legs and stuffing her panties into her pocket quickly, almost forgetting them on the floor next to the couch, “you did not put on Bohemian Rhapsody just for a longer lunch. You gave me hell for that last time.”

“I’m actually going to kill my brother,” she sighed as Robin settled against her side on the couch, arm curling around the back of the couch behind her, shifting her hips to pull her skirt further down to cover herself now that her underwear were balled in Robin’s front pocket.

“I think he might kill us first,” Robin joked, “death by extreme horniness seems inhumane, don’t you think?”

Her girlfriend’s face did not even shift in the slightest–no smile, no soft giggle, no warm look, no sign of immediate frustration that would eventually melt away and leave her the same sugary sweet girl that Robin couldn’t get enough of. Instead, she was stone faced, brows furrowed and lips pursed angrily as Steve forced his way into the booth. 

“Didn’t even have the one I wanted at the Quick Stop,” he groaned as he settled into the armchair opposite them, “which is exactly why I asked you to stop at the Reddy Mart downtown before you came. I asked for one thing, dipshit. And you,” he nodded at Robin, “can’t ever call me lazy again if you’re gonna start pulling tricks out of my book just to hang out with my sister.”

“At least she pulls them to hang out with her actual girlfriend, you do it just so you can think about what girl you’re going to terrorize next in the same pathetic attempt to get over Nancy.”

Robin raised her brows in surprise, eyes shooting between her girlfriend as she crossed her arms over her chest and Steve, whose face was contorted in an expression of shock, confusion, and hurt. 

“The Hell?” Steve choked out, “I’m not–I don’t–what the hell crawled into your undies, huh? Why are you being such a bitch?”

She leaned forward, a sneer on her face, “Nothing’s crawled into my undies. Literally nothing.” 

Robin sat back in defeat as her girlfriend rose to her feet, storming out of the room in a huff while gripping the sides of her skirt tightly in her fists. 

Steve looked at her exasperatedly, throwing his hands up as the door slammed shut behind his sister, “What the hell was that? Seriously, you two get in a fight or something?”

“No, we didn’t get into a fight,” Robin pinched the bridge of her nose, “she’s just…girl problems, you know?”

Steve’s cheeks flushed lightly, “Oh. Never thought of that. Hey, so that means that…when she’s on hers, are you also? No, don’t answer that. You basically just have to deal with that twice a month, huh?”

“No I’m not, and yeah, that’s how it works when two girls date each other.”

“Man, that must suck. That’s like, what two whole weeks where you can’t have sex. Brutal.”

Robin wanted to strangle him.

***

A few days later, Steve had promised to take Dustin down to visit with Eddie, who was in hiding with Hopper and Eleven. The Harrington girl, who had once been adamant to go with them, had ultimately opted out, still not speaking to her older brother since her outburst at the Squawk a few days earlier. Even Robin couldn’t convince the girl to leave her bedroom and face her brother, even with the leverage of seeing Eddie, who the Harrington girl had grown surprisingly close to while he’s been in hiding. 

Steve couldn’t stop going on about his sister’s behaviour the entire drive, complaining about how she just stomped around and slammed every door in the house, always having this bitchy attitude anytime she actually did speak to him. He threw an apology Robin’s way every time he insulted his sister, but proceeded to explain how, since she was his best friend long before she started banging his sister, she was still obligated to sit and listen to him moan about his annoying younger sister. Dustin, at least, was willing to engage Steve in this conversation, while Robin just rolled her eyes in annoyance.

She felt bad enough that they were both acting this way towards him, subtle jabs and underlying frustration with him for not even recognizing what sort of strain his consistent presence was having on their now-nonexistent sex life–well, Robin had been able to get there that day in the broadcasting booth, but her poor, sweet girlfriend was so pent up it was driving her insane. Meanwhile poor Steve, despite his nonchalance and unbreakable confidence, really was going through a slump and was still struggling to get over Nancy Wheeler. His sister’s words didn’t only ring true, they actually spelled it out for him, and despite how pissed he seemed to be about it, Robin could tell that he was more hurt than anything else. 

“Who pissed in Harrington’s cereal?” Eddie muttered to Robin as he wrapped her in a greeting hug, immediately taking notice of Steve’s mood, “and where’s that girlfriend of yours, Rob? I need my monthly dosage of sweetness.”

“She’s…she decided to stay home,” Robin sighed, “her and Steve aren’t really on the best terms right now.”

“Yeah, cause she’s being a rotten little brat,” Steve called out as he unloaded the boxes of supplies from his trunk, dropping them into Eddie’s arms before heading back to grab another, “decided to act like a child and not speak to me over…I don’t even know what it’s over!”

“She said some mean stuff to him,” Dustin told him, “hurt his ego a little.”

Eddie raised his brow, “What, my little cheerleader? She wouldn’t even hurt a fly, let alone big brother’s precious ego.”

“Why don’t we just talk about literally anything else?” Steve sighed, “seriously. Anything.”

A few hours later, while Dustin went off with Hopper and El, Eddie cracked open the bag of joints Steve had snuck to him, lounging back on the lumpy beanbag in the corner of his designated room, which was just large enough for the twin bed, a milk crate that acted as a side table, and the beanbag chair slumped against the wall. 

“So, now that little ears are out of the room, I gotta ask about little Harrington again,” Eddie smirked at the pair as he took a drag from the joint, “I think I might know exactly what might have gotten her panties in such a twist…” he turned his gaze to Robin knowingly, “Buckley, when’s the last time she’s gotten laid?”

“Woah!” Steve exclaimed, “I’m cool with my best friend dating my sister, but I do not need to know the exact agenda they have.”

“Well, that’s only if there’s anything to put on the agenda, isn’t it Harrington?” He grinned, “she listens to you bitch about your little sister, you listen to her sex life, or lack thereof. So what is it, Birdie?”

She glanced at Steve for a moment before letting out a sigh, “We’re not…not doing stuff. It’s more like I just never have enough time to get her to…you know.”

“This is so violating,” Steve groaned, “I do not want to hear about this. Besides, I’m with you guys all the time, why haven’t you mentioned this before?”

“Ah, and there lies the problem,” Eddie nodded, stroking his chin as he turned back to Robin, “big Harrington’s killing the mood, huh?”

“I am not–” Steve paused, turning his gaze to his best friend nervously, “wait, am I?”

“You said it yourself,” Eddie added, “you’re with them all the time.”

“We do have alone time,” Robin interjects, “and it’s not like we hate hanging out with you or anything, you’ve just had a habit of bursting in just as I’m about to…do her.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Steve shook his head, “so you’re telling me, that every time that I walk in the room, you two were just about to–”

“Not always, just like, eighty percent of the time,” Robin clarifies, “and there were a few times when it wasn’t so much about to as it was in the middle of.”

“Ew!” Steve cried, “you’re screwing my sister literally everywhere?”

“Actually, I’m screwing your sister almost nowhere,” she said.

“Hence why she’s been so pissed at you lately, Harrington,” Eddie grins, “man, when I’m allowed to walk free again, I should be a therapist.”

“Are you serious?” Steve ignored Eddie, “that’s why she’s in such a bad mood lately? Just cause you guys haven’t been having sex?”

“Just?” Robin gasped, “I’m sorry, do you remember what a little bitch you were when you went two weeks without a date? Well, it’s going on two months for us.”

Steve opened his mouth to protest, then paused, sitting back with his arms crossed, “was I this bad?”

“You were worse.”

A look of recognition crossed Steve’s face as he seemed to realize what sort of stint he’d been putting in their sex life lately. 

“Fine,” he sighed, “tomorrow. I’ll do the whole afternoon show myself, and she gets off at noon. The house is all yours.”

She stared at him through narrowed eyes, “Steve, are you giving me the afternoon off to go bang your sister?” 

He cringed, “don’t say it like that. Just…make her happy, yeah? I can’t take this for much longer.”

“Just…” Robin hid her grin of excitement, “don’t promise me this and then end up coming home early. I need you out of the house till like seven.”

“You need seven hours?” Steve exclaimed, “seven hours to bang my sister? Do you plan on killing her?”

“No!” Robin laughed, “but…she might not be able to walk after.”

***

Two days later, Steve sat at the kitchen table of his childhood home, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the Hawkins Post, which was almost entirely bullshit now that the town was cut off from the outside world, perking up when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

Robin appeared in the doorway, seemingly normal as she entered the kitchen in her pyjamas, as she had done so many times since she’d started dating his sister.

“Morning,” she greeted as she headed straight for the coffee pot, pouring two steaming mugs.

“Morning,” he watched her expectantly, “so…is it done?”

She let out a snort, “Oh Steven, I think it’s actually just started.”

Then, his sister appeared in the doorway, and his jaw fell to the linoleum floor. Her hair was a mess, falling over her shoulders in hand tousled curls, while her body seemed loose and totally relaxed. She wore a pair of small sleep shorts and a large sweatshirt, but the crewneck did nothing to hide the string of purple bruises along the column of her throat and–to Steve’s disgust–her inner thighs. She had a dopey grin on her face as she practically skipped into the kitchen, steps wobbling as she moved to curl her arms around Robin’s waist, totally oblivious to her brother at the table as she tucked her face into her girlfriend’s neck. 

“Come back to bed,” she murmured into her skin, “‘M not done yet.”

Robin glanced at Steve as her face flushed, rolling her eyes as he mimicked gagging, but couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his sister and best friend so in love with one another. 

“Babe,” Robin laughed, “Steve and I have to be at the station in an hour. You go back to bed if you want, we’ll be back in a little bit.”

She finally glanced at her brother at the table, seemingly unashamed of her state as she snuggled closer to Robin’s chest, “don’t keep her from me for too long, ‘kay, Stevie?”

He smiled at the childhood nickname, “trust me, I’m not looking to reawaken the beast. If I have to keep scheduling your guys’ sex life for you to keep the peace around here, I will. Just, next time, if you know I’m home, maybe be a little quieter?”

She smirked at her brother knowingly, but appeared quite thankful that he finally left them alone for a night, “No promises.”

[lightningcrashes]

Sophie Nélisse as Shauna Shipman Yellowjackets・2021- S03 E07, “Croak”

[rana030]

when there is one chapter left of the series but the author suddenly disappear

[moniquesgalleryofsoul]

Heated Rivalry but it’s Robin Buckley x reader and they’re both ice skaters that participate at the Winter Olympics. 😝

[pipelineprincess]

shot through the heart

part 2 to an angels smile is what you sell

warnings: stranger things s3, reader described as female with long red hair, meddling teenagers, suggestive 18+ content, 3.4k word count

summary: summer at starcourt was becoming sweeter by the minute

“so… when is she gonna ask her out?”

from the safety of a corner booth, dustin and steve were staring at you and robin shamelessly flirting behind the scoops ahoy counter.

“i dunno, henderson,” steve sighs, shaking his head at the fact the two girls he’d previously pined over were moments away from making out on the ice cream fridges for everyone to see, “red is having far too much fun teasing, while robin is too obsessed to end the chase. they’re perfectly happy playing their little game.”

it had been weeks since robin first found you in that record shop. every day since, she’d stop by in the mornings to play new music and enjoy the view, then you’d drop in to scoops for a complimentary cone with a side of cherry chapstick. robin’s cherry chapstick. though, steve and his entourage of children were spared details of the latter, instead just watching the back and forth from afar.

“max likes teasing too. says everyone wants what they can’t have, and yet she lets lucas crawl back to her everytime.”

“those redheads are bad news, keep them away from each other.” steve says firmly, determined to not be outnumbered by cruel women.

“noted.” dustin nods, though he was dying to introduce you both.

meanwhile, you were playfully nudging robin’s shoulder.

“vanilla-sprinkles is far superior to choc-mint, buckley, all that sugar is messing with your brain cells.”

“oh contrare, sweetgirl,” robin coos, the newly appointed nickname for you rolling off her tongue, “all that sugar has allowed me to find the perfect combo in this parlour. i’m right, you’re wrong, accept it!”

your eyes roll in fake annoyance, and slowly walk away from robin to push through the doors to the back room. “y’know, i think you should taste the vanilla again. just to be sure.”

robin practically sprinted after you. “r-really? because i think i’ve consumed plenty of ice cream lately to be sure.”

“aw, don’t say that.” hidden from certain observers, you reached one slick hand up to the collar of robin’s uniform, pulling her in close as you stared up at her, “you don’t want to be absolutely certain?”

“on second thought…”

her lips crashed down on to yours with as much excitement and desire as the first time. you instantly parted your lips, letting her tongue make quick work against your own. robin’s thumbs hooked into your belt loops while your grip on her shirt tightened, careful to hold the ice cream cone steady in the other hand. unfortunately the moment was short lived, a loud ding interrupting from the other side of the glass window.

“harrington, mind taking this one?” robin begged, moving you against the wall to quickly reattach her lips to yours.

“i’m on break, robin, why can’t you serve them?” steve yelled from back at his booth.

oh shit.

“robin.” you pawed at her chest, head slumping against the tiled wall as she kept kissing you anyways. “robin! my break ended ten minutes ago, i really should - mmm.” it was hard to even think about going back to work when robin was kissing so eagerly down your neck. 

“don’t go.” the girl whined, her words humming off your skin.

“they’ll fire me.”

“you’re the star employee,” she says moving back up to your face, “and the prettiest.”

“hmm, i’m also the only employee today, so…” you offer her one final kiss, then bite your lip as you walk away, “come by later.”

robin cranes her neck to watch you leave, and you lick the melting cone just to entice her even more, “come by the store or your place?”

“suprise me.” you laugh, rounding the corner to find a very disgruntled erica sinclair staring at you.

“doesn’t anyone work here?” the little girl screams.

you smirk, then pat steve’s shoulder as you pass him and dustin. “you’ve got customers.”

“and you’ve got lipstick on your neck!” he shouts back.

unbothered, you strut away, long hair swinging down your back as you walk through the mall. behind you, robin joins steve and dustin as they watch you disappear. 

“robin!” dustin exclaims, standing from the bench to face the older girl.

“child.” she acknowledges, then promptly speeds away to serve erica.

“hey, wait!” dustin follows in suit, pushing past the younger sinclair to slam his hands on the counter.

“no cuts, nerd, i’ve been waiting for hours.”

“erica, please, we have more important issues than you tasting every flavour for the third time this week.”

the little girl crosses her arms in anger, but signals to her lingering friends to leave. once they’re out of earshot, dustin turns back to robin who is raising an impatient eyebrow at him.

“hi.” he flashes a smile, “just, y’know, out of curiosity and the better interest of my good friend and babysitter-”

“out with it, henderson!” robin fiddles with the collar of her uniform you had been tugging on, smoothing it back in to place.

“right. i was just wondering if you two had any plans of…” he waves his hands around to accentuate his point, “advancing your relationship further…”

robin blinks at the audacity. “you and harrington need to stay the hell out of my business.” and with that, she spins on her heels to hide away.

“she was my babysitter first! i have every right to put my nose in your business when the potential fallout could directly effect me!”

a middle finger sticks out of the sliding glass windows in response.

“fine. i’ll handle it myself.” dustin mutters, then speeds away through the mall to gather the rest of the party. as far as he was concerned, this was a code red.

—

“how is this a code red?”

will’s excitement is fading away as he realises this meeting is not about dnd but rather girls. again. though a part of him is somewhat intrigued considering its about two girls, who are both into each other. mike looks lost. lucas a little confused. max is smiling.

“because finally something exciting is happening in this dumb town and its not monsters trying to kill us!” she exclaims, “what’s our plan?”

“well, robin is adamant against accepting any help from us,” dustin begins, ticking off points on his mental notebook, “so i say we approach red - hey.” he smiles at the happy coincident. “red. like code red. this is so meant to be.”

“dustin, please.” mike begs, “focus on one thing at a time.”

“right, right. so, we approach red, get her to a mutual location on the premise that i - her most favourite client - needs help. or company. or something that will draw her attention.”

“she’s gonna see right through you, dude, you’re a terrible liar!” lucas shakes his head.

“and i don’t think she likes you enough to sacrifice her friday night.” max adds, knowing most girls in hawkins would be out on a date, or staying at home waiting for a potential date to sneak through their window.

“you’re interrupting! we get her to a mutual location, then steve gets robin, and then the two lovers are in a safe location away from the eyes of the public. with a little privacy, and some peer pressure, one of them is bound to make a move!”

“that’s… actually pretty good.” mike agrees.

“one flaw.” will holds up a finger, already done with this plan, “who’s someone she’ll actually believe? red knows all of us guys, it’ll never work.”

“exactly.” max smirks, “but she might believe a girl.”

—

max played the perfect bait, walking into hawkins music store with a determined demeanor. the shop was empty, as per usual, so you immediately noticed her presence.

“hey honey, anything i can help you find today?” you called from your stool behind the cassette-lined counter.

“no need, i’ve found her.” max said as she made a beeline for you.

“her…?”

“you. i came to find you.” she extends a hand. “i’m max.”

slightly apprehensive, you accept her handshake. “right… lucas’ girlfriend. or ex-girlfriend? dustin has a loose grasp of your relationship standpoint.”

“girlfriend, currently, but it’s up in the air.”

“well max, i’m sure you know who i am already. to what do i owe this pleasure.”

from their hiding point behind a pot plant opposite the music store, mike and will huddle together while radioing the others. 

“contact has been made, i repeat, contact has been made, over.” mike whispered into the handheld. 

will all but slumped onto the dirty mall floor. “can we go home yet?”

“message received, approaching the hair now, over.” dustin’s voice filtered through. he flags down steve, who joins him in their booth from earlier to discuss the party he didn’t know he was throwing.

max put on her most confident face, which thankfully came easy. “i’m not sure if dustin mentioned this… party… that steve is throwing.” she began, casually leaning her elbows on the counter to get in close to you, “but it’s gonna be a total dude-fest. like seriously, i’m gonna go crazy if i spend one more night surrounded by those cavemen.”

“sounds rough,” you nod, matching her pose to get closer to the girl before you, “and this is my problem… how, exactly? want me to tell henderson he can’t go? spare you one extra body?”

“actually… i was hoping you’d come? usually el would join us, or even nancy if she was in the right mood, but they both can’t make it. besides! dustin speaks so highly of you, i’m sure everyone would love to hangout.” she flashes you her most sincere smile.

it’s not sincere enough. “you kids are plotting something, aren’t you?”

“w-what? no, we’re not plotting anything!” max vigorously shakes her head, curls moving with it.

“right, so that’s not wheeler and byers lurking outside like a couple of secret lovers?” you say with a smile, pointing a perfectly manicured finger in their direction.

both boys duck back out of sight, likely calling for help now they’ve been made.

max sighs. “you’re probably right about the secret lovers thing, but still! come to the party! whatever those stupid boys are plotting, i’m desperate for cool, older, female friends. harrington is such a bore.”

“you’re right about that, but he buys the good beer.”

“so…?” max’s face lights up.

“yeah, yeah, i’ll come to this very suspicious party. tell dustin he can call me with the details.”

“you’re awesome.” max admits, to which you quickly snap back: “i know.”

the two of you giggle and gossip for a few more minutes, signalling to the onlookers that the plan has somewhat succeeded. whatever they were planning, you were curious enough to go along with it. 

—

by 7pm friday night, you were looking more stunning than usual. your loose curls were styled to perfection, red hair matching the maroon fabric of your cami top. the lacey bra you’d paired it with was peeking out, identical lace of your g-string hiding under a short skirt. hopefully you’d achieved the cool-older-female-friend persona max was hoping for. though no one needed convincing of your irresistible looks and style.

music was seeping out of steve’s front door when you knocked. it eagerly swung open, as if anticipating your arrival.

“red! what a surprise!”

“wipe that smug smile off your face, harrington, i know you’re up to something.” you push past him and follow the noise to the backyard, where the kids are gathered around the pool.

“no, please, come right on in.” steve says to himself, appearing behind you.  

the group all turn their heads at the noise, a few jaws dropping in shock at the fact you’re actually here.

“hey, you made it.” max stands up, admiring your outfit, “cool skirt.”

“thanks,” you smile, eyes flashing between the awkward boys who all seems to be staring. except for will. that poor guy looks bored.

“m-my sister told me to say hi.” mike mumbles.

“oh yeah?” your head tilts, knowing full well you and nancy have hardly spoken since freshmen year.

mike cowers under your stare. dustin shoots him a warning look, while lucas is desperately pulling at max’s arm to get her to sit back beside him. the whole thing reeks of suspicion. 

“i need a beer.” you mutter, and steve follows you back into the kitchen.

“top shelf of the fridge.” he says, leaning back against the kitchen cabinets.

the chatter of the outside group resumes, and so you silently sip your drink while trying to decipher any of it. “what are they scheming?” you ask over the rim of your beer bottle.

“i wish i knew,” steve exasperated, “all of a sudden i have henderson at my door with the rest of them soon to follow. whatever it is, at least i’ve got you to help me handle it.”

“i can handle it myself.” you offer him a comforting pat on the shoulder, leaving him to return back outside.

for the next hour, you lounge on one of the daybeds by the pool listening to max and lucas argue about who knows what. the summer air ruffles your hair, a comforting breeze surrounding you as dustin keeps looking between you and the door. eventually you decide enough is enough.

abruptly, you stand from your spot to stride over to a now nervous looking dustin. you eye him down. he cowers, reaching a hand over to mike, slapping his shoulder for help. mike sees your stare and darts in the opposite direction before he’s interrogated.

“i’ve known you long enough henderson to know when you’re hiding something.”

“hiding something? me?” his voice is squeaky.

“mmhm,” you kneel in front of him, “and i know your voice gets higher when you’re nervous.”

you’re too busy watching dustin simultaneously attempt to lower his voice and scramble for an excuse to even register that a new person has joined everyone outside. eventually robin clears her throat behind you, and you spin around, standing  to face her.

“robin?” your harsh voice from a moment ago softens at the sight of her.

“hey, sweetgirl.” she half smiles, half shrugs.

robin is wearing some loose fitting jeans with a tight fitting tanktop, currently hidden beneath a corduroy jacket. she’s sporting the same converse you see her in at work, while her hair is free from the sailor hat.

“almost didn’t recognise you without the stripes and scooper.”

“and yet you look as glamorous as ever.” 

“thanks,” you say, almost blushing, “what brings you… here.” realisation dawns on you before you can even finish your sentence. over robin’s shoulder, you see steve shaking his head at the group of younger teenagers who are all snickering amongst themselves.

robin follows your gaze, noticing the onlookers. “i thought steve wanted to go rent a movie, but it seems like i’ve been set up.”

“it would appear so!” suddenly your tone is harsh again, accentuating every word to make sure its heard by the others. the snickering stops. “want a beer?”

“sure.” robin nods, happily accepting the hand you smoothly slipped into hers, guiding her inside.

for a minute, you drink in silence. you’re too busy admiring robin’s collarbones - a sight you’ve yet to see - when she shrugs off her jacket to even form words. it seems she’s in the same boat, eyes raking down your thighs, then back up to the low-cut neckline of your shirt.

“so…” she starts, still shamelessly checking you out, “what exactly is going on here?”

“henderson… and mayfield…” you pause, “actually, possibly all of them seem to be rather infatuated by us.”

“us?”

“apparently.”

robin nods slowly, then her eyes dart open to look at you in realisation. “henderson!”

“what about the little shit stirrer?”

“the other day, after your break ended, he asked me if i had any plans on,” she brings her hands up to do airquotes, “advancing our relationship further.”

you smirk, “ooh, like what, third base?”

“um,” robin nervously gulps, a habit you find adorable, “or i think, m-maybe he meant… like… a date?”

knowingly, you let out a small “ah.”. you set down your drink, then hop up beside it on the kitchen bench. naturally your legs part, the short skirt likely flashing a view of your panties, but you don’t care. you reach out to robin in front of you, resting a hand on each of her shoulders until she’s stood flush between your thighs. at this height, your eyelines are level. robin is staring at you intensely, lips parted slightly.

“robs…” you whisper, watching as she reacts to your every word, “would you be interested in taking me out on a date?”

“i…” robin’s pupils dilate ever so slightly, a detail you would’ve missed if she wasn’t so close right now.

“you okay, there?”

“yes, yes, i… um..” she clears her throat, putting a hand on your bare thigh while the other braces herself against the bench. “sorry. haven’t done this before.”

“‘s alright, me neither.” you move your hands lightly up and down her neck, easing any tension she might be holding there. 

for a moment, her eyes close, absorbing your touch as she finds the right words. “could i, please, take you on a proper, nice, romantic date somewhere that isn’t just the backrooms of scoops ahoy?”

“as fun as it’s been making out with you back there, yes robin. you can take me on a real date.”

robin lets out a shaky breath. “oh, thank god.”

when she leans in to kiss you, its like you can feel the week’s worth of pent-up-pining. her lips work against yours without the usual rush and desperation. instead. she feels like pure sunshine with a hint of neediness.

“mm,” she hums against your lips, “been wanting to do that for so long.”

“oh yeah?” you smile, barely releasing the kiss as you keep talking, “since when?”

“since you bent over that stack of records and all but grinded your ass against me.”

the lust in her tone is shocking. sure, robin liked to flirt and whisper sweet nothings to you in the past. but this? oh she was hungry.

“liked what you saw, buckley?” you tease, smirking into the kiss.

she boldly bites your bottom lip, eliciting a small whine from you. your skin feels hotter all of a sudden.

“yep.” she says, voice low, “jerked myself off to that image every night for a week. couldn’t get you out of my head.”

“robin!” you gasp, taken aback at her dirty - but hot - admission. “can’t just say stuff like that, certain people outside might hear you.”

“so? this is what they wanted, let them listen.”

she’s right. you fell for their bait, and easily too. though you’re not exactly mad at them anymore, happy their meddling ended with robin in between your thighs.

“yeah, but,” you lean in to kiss robin’s cheek, then her neck, then the lobe of her ear so she hears when you whisper, “i want you all to myself.”

robin clears her throat, “well - uh, how far is your place from here?”

“ten minute walk, give or take.” 

“perfect.” robin places two firm hands on your hips, easily lifting you off the bench. “lets walk.”

you squeal as she drags you away, one arm snaked around your waist. “one sec.”

not wanting to keep her waiting, you duck your head out the backdoor. “i’m mad at all of you, by the way! but we’re leaving, don’t follow us.” you point a threatening finger at them all, then disappear back to robin’s side.

“told you,” steve addresses the kids, who are all at a loss for words, “they weren’t gonna sit around for you all to gawk at them.”

within a quick eight minute walk, you’ve arrived at the safety of your own house, currently fumbling for your keys while robin’s chin rests on your shoulder. she follows you to your room, admiring the space as you give a quick tour.

“closet. pictures. bed.”

“the window i’ll be sneaking through.” robin adds, already planning how she can climb inside.

“yes please.” you say, itching for the nights where you’ll have her here again.

robin, always so gentle, guides you back on to your sheets, laying on top of you as she kisses you again. her hands are in your hair, down your chest, then planted firmly on the sliver over skin between your cami and skirt. the touch makes you shiver. 

“so pretty for me, sweetgirl.” 

that night, you two get up to a lot more than just third base.

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authors note: the second chapter, highly anticipated by like 4 people. hope it doesn't feel too rushed, i had fun with this one. as always, reblog to keep it alive & comment any suggestions for a third chapter, if we want one at all xoxo