summary: another unsolved case draws you back to the precinct in the middle of a night out, and after already having a couple of drinks, it's jake who needs to drive you home to get you into appropriate clothes for work
wc: 2.3k+
cw: jake is kind of pervy but sweet
“Okay, which one of you do I have to blame for being back here!?” You snap, dumping your little purse onto the table in front of you. Everyone in the briefing room turns at the sound of your expected presence, but instead of offering you an answer, everyone freezes. You cross your arms over your chest, watching in live action as at least three pairs of eyes trail to your chest. You instantly drop your arms. You’d spent more time getting ready to go out than you actually spent out with your friends, and a single message just so happened to be enough to pull you away from your first night out in weeks. Now, you’re stood in your place of work wearing tall boots, the tiniest pair of form fitting shorts you own, a revealing top, and of course a full face of smokey makeup.
“Not me.” Jake scoffs awkwardly, sliding his hands across the table in front of him and very guiltily looking around at his coworkers. He swallows thickly, eyes immediately returning to you. You huff, sliding into the closest seat and crossing one exposed leg over the other. “Eyes to yourself, Hitchcock!” You snap, scoffing with an eye roll. The old man turns away from you slowly, mumbling something under his breath. The others only turn their chairs towards you, and its only when you raise your eyebrows at them that someone starts talking. Unfortunately for you, that person is Amy.
“You look ready to go out!” She smiles, shimmying her shoulders slowly in attempt to be relatable. She catches her actions before anyone has to call them out, and lets her face fall, shaking her head. “I was out. And I was having fun and I was seeing my friends, and now I’m back here.” Charles squints his eyes at you, leaning closer to you. “Friends other than us?” He questions, and you throw your arms out, saying “Fucking obviously, Charles!”
You whine, lips falling into a pout, and Jake smirks from where he’s sat in front of you as you throw your head back. “This is so unfair, Jake!” Jake swallows thickly, feeling his heart thump aggressively in his chest at the way you whine his name. You lean forward onto the table in front of you, resting your chin on one of your propped up hands. “Someone’s already had a couple of drinks, huh?” Asks Amy, trying to lighten up your mood. Rosa laughs before you even answer Amy at the glare you shoot her, covering her mouth when you shoot “And what about it, Santiago? At least I’ve got some friends I can drink with.”
Amy nods curtly, leaning back in her chair as Sarge and Captain Holt enter the room for the briefing. You feel the Captain’s eyes settle on you immediately, and he keeps them on you as he begins “Apologies everyone, I know you all have places to be tonight, but Detective Peralta here seems to have made the mistake of making an arrest with no evidence on a friday night. As of now, we have 47 hours to find evidence. If anyone needs to go home and get changed quickly but is too... intoxicated to drive, let Peralta take you.”
Jake stiffens, and you instantly know that he wants to argue his punishment, but Captain Holt has already left the room. Jake spins in his chair, looking at you and asking with a nervous smile “You don’t happen to have spare clothes in your locker, do you?” You smile at him, enunciating lowly “I get to choose the music in the car.”
Rosa chuckles when you stand sharply, flicking your head as you spin in direction of the exit, then tightly grasp the back of a chair to stabilise yourself when dizziness overtakes you. “Woah.” She mutters, and you glance back to see what she’s talking about, but her eyes trail up your body to look at you with wide eyes as she asks “Sick tattoo.”
You twist your torso in an attempt to get a sneak peak of the ink on your skin as you thank her. You glance over to Jake and Charles, both of whom stand with their mouths agape, and you raise an eyebrow, barely prepared for Jake’s dazzling smile to return to his face with the overly excited comment of “Oh, you’re all tramped up!”
“Tramp stamp. You know I almost got one of those in…” Charles lets himself trail off when you all turn your attention to him, and he shrugs as an announcement that he has silenced himself. “Didn’t take you for the type to have a tramp stamp.” Jake says again, eyes flitting down to where your tattoo is no longer showing. Instead, he’s momentarily distracted by the sight of your breasts in the top you’re wearing. He clears his throat uncomfortably.
“Nah, it makes total sense.” Rosa denies, nodding your head at you. “It does?” Jake asks, and the woman shrugs, saying “Go partying with her once and you’ll see it.”
“Come on Peralta, you’re driving.” Jake scurries behind you when you spin around again, leaving the room. He grabs your forgotten purse on the way out, his eyes dipping down to your tattoo again.
When you both get in the car, Jake hands you the cable connected to his car’s radio, and whilst you pick the music on your phone, he risks a glance at you. Sure, Jake has always thought you were beautiful. After all, the man has basically had a crush on you since joining the precinct, but he’s never managed to see you all dressed up for a night out, because whenever the squad goes out, it's for a casual drink after work or an unexciting holiday. This isn't just hot though, it's almost unbearable for the man. “Sorry I ruined your night.”
You glance up at Jake, shrugging your shoulders with a small smile on your glittery lips. “I’m sure you can find a way to make it worthwhile for me.” Jake gulps, and you giggle to yourself, reaching over to increase the volume of the music you’ve hooked to the car.
When Jake parks his car, he watches you sling your purse over your shoulder, gathering all your hair in a ponytail to untangle it from the bag’s strap. He smiles when you push the door open, climbing out of the passenger’s seat, and his eyes go wide when your thighs separate from the leather seat, your shorts climbing up your legs.
“I’ll wait here!” Jake calls out, and you tilt your head to the side with an expression of disbelief. “Come on Jake, you know I’m going to take forever!”
Jake chuckles, then nods his head, joining you on the sidewalk in front of your building. He’s been here once, maybe twice before, and still, he’s impressed that you’re blessed with a functioning elevator that takes you to your apartment on the fourth floor. Under the bright lights of the elevator, Jake gets a better look at you while you stare at yourself in the mirror, playing with your hair and inspecting your makeup. He can’t believe you had the courage to step into your workplace like this, especially around the eager eyes of younger, uniformed policemen.
Not that you need to have courage to go out like this, Jake thinks, it’s just that you look dangerously stunning. And above all else, your shorts really are tiny, and not only do they show the lowest sliver of your back, where you have your tattoo on display, but they also show off the plump fat of your ass that peeks from underneath the fabric. The elevator doors open, and despite knowing which door leads to your flat, Jake accepts the way you grab his hand, leading him there yourself.
Yes, your apartment has more than one room in it, but you insist that Jake sits down in your room with you. He doesn’t know how you afford to live somewhere so nice, or to sleep on such a nice mattress, but Jake enjoys it while he’s there, watching as you go through items in your closet in a desperate attempt to find something to wear. You’ve done this today already, Jake can tell from the much flimsier items that are already on your floor. “Just wear the pants you had on this morning.” Jake suggests, smiling when you spin around your room, trying to locate them. He stands up, deciding to try and be of help, and he walks to your spacious bathroom.
God, he’s envious of this place.
His eyes almost instantly find your laundry basket, and he freezes at the sight of lacy panties dangling from its edge, and another pair on the floor next to familiar trousers. He doesn’t know why he hesitates like that, but he bends down to pick up your pants, feeling his pants tighten uncomfortably when he spots a bra not far.
Jake needs to remind himself that he’s a grown man. He’s seen underwear and naked women before, and this really shouldn’t be a big deal because none of it is sexual at all. But this stuff belongs to you, it has been on your body and who knows, maybe tonight a man was going to come home with you to take the next pair of lacy panties off your body if Jake hadn't stopped it from happening.
“Found them!” Jake calls, holding the pants up. You come running into the bathroom, leaning down to unzip your boots, one hand clutching Jake’s arm to keep you steady. You kick the boots into the bathroom somewhere, fingers immediately working at undoing your shorts, and whilst Jake respectfully averts his gaze from you as you undress, he knows there probably isn’t much more to see. It’s not like the shorts were hiding much.
Probably.
Jake catches onto your reflection in the mirror as you slide your shorts down your legs — whether that was a conscious choice of not, he’s unsure, but he does know that his mouth goes dry at the sight of you wearing simple black underwear. Unfortunately for him, it does uncover more than the shorts, but Jake forces himself to shut his eyes as you take the pants from him. Before today, Jake had never even seen you remotely dressed up (apart from that time Gina and Charles’s parents got married, but that doesn’t count compared to this), and now you’re standing in front of Jake in almost nothing. Pretty much.
“Okay, now all I need is a shirt. Easy, easy, easy, easy - fuck! Jake, I have nothing to wear!” The detective gently grabs you by your biceps, looking at you firmly. His eyes flit down to the smudged glitter around your lips, and he suggests “How about you sit and take your makeup off, and I can find you a top to wear?” You nod wordlessly, and Jake is surprised when you follow him back to your room, sitting down at your vanity to take your makeup off. In the meantime, he goes through your closet, surprisingly gentle as he handles each and every item of clothing. He finally lands on a top he knows he’s seen you wear to work before, so he offers it to you with hopes that you’ll accept it, but you don’t even check which item he’s given you before you’re sliding out of your shirt to put this one on. You clumsily reach for the tube of mascara on your vanity, and Jake furrows his eyebrows as you brush the wand through your lashes, thickening them with product.
Despite the extensive floor space in your bedroom, you almost slam straight into Jake’s chest when you get up again, apologising softly as you reach for your purse, emptying its contents on your bed so you can pick and choose the items you need.
“I’m sorry for ruining your night.” Jake repeats, his words softer now, more genuine. “Don’t worry about it, Jake.”
He doesn’t move from in front of you, taking all of you in. You somehow did a full transformation into professionalism in ten minutes, and Jake realises he likes this version of you more than the sexy one that had his dick hardening in his boxers, because this is the you he’s faced with every day.
“We should go.” Jake mumbles, but he doesn’t move, even when you lay a hand on his arm to nudge him. He nods, following you out of your flat. Just as you’re locking the door behind you, Jake’s phone begins buzzing. He picks it up and holds it to his ear, nodding along to whatever the person on the other side of the line is saying, and shortly after hangs up, even though he barely even said anything. He purses his lips into an awkward line, slowly looking at you, and you instantly know what has happened. “Don’t tell me.” You please, shoulders slumping.
“Rosa and Charles found evidence. They’ve finished the arrest.” Jake stiffens when you take a step towards him, letting your head slump against his bicep. He hears a mumbled “Nothing in my life is fair!” and can’t help but scoff in amusement.
“Hey, I can still try to make tonight worthwhile. A make or break, I think.” You lift your head up, gazing curiously at Jake. He shrugs his shoulders, thinking all or nothing, then reaches up to cup your cheeks, bringing you forward into a kiss. You gasp softly against his lips, bringing your hands up to his chest as you press your body against the man’s, letting him deepen the kiss as he pleases. When you pull away, you mumble “You know, you could’ve done this fifteen minutes ago an I wouldn’t have gotten changed for nothing.”
“Hey, don’t worry, I can help take those clothes off too.” You laugh at Jake’s comment, looking up at him curiously before fishing for your keys again. “Yeah? Come show me how.”
hii your writing is so beautiful & I was curious if you still write for him ofc but if you could write more sodapop curtis fics they are soso cute!! if you can't that's totally fine thank youu
hi, i do still write for sodapop - if you want to know what characters i write for you can check my character list which is linked on my navigation
this is how i’ve been waking up lately (don’t be fooled there’s always a 12 o’clock snooze) - do we think if i start my alarms at 8 i’ll be able to wake up at 10 tmr?
summary: nancy wheeler has been spending too much time with your girlfriend, and your world nearly explodes when you find out oblivious steve harrington has noticed it too.
wc: 2.9k+
cw: argument, slightly heated making out, arguing, accusations of cheating, hyperfem!reader but not in an infantilising way
Had any man in Hawkins found out Robin Buckley had the honour of dating you, the first thing they’d feel is jealousy, and disgust second. Of course, being in a same sex relationship meant you couldn’t flaunt it to everyone, unable to keep your arms constantly wrapped around your girlfriend to kiss her whenever you wished. Unfortunately, that meant that you had to keep turning down men you barely knew, but that never mattered. They were men, and you liked women. Which of course meant jealousy broiled through your veins any time Nancy Wheeler approached your girlfriend for what was a so called ‘friendly conversation’.
You shouldn’t be jealous, you know that. As if it’s not validating enough that Robin can’t keep her hands off you whenever you’re alone, and as if the countless people who hit on you don’t solidify your knowledge of how attractive you are. Regardless, you don’t need anyone to tell you when you can just look at yourself in any reflection around. People love the hyper feminine look, especially on you. The little heels you wear around town with no one to impress, colourful dresses worn if you’ve decided not to go for the smallest skirt in your closet.
Today, you have. The denim of your skirt hugs your curves perfectly, and so does the tight top you’ve paired it with. The heels you wear render you taller than Robin, who loves having to tilt her chin up to kiss you. She got to pick the colour of your nails too, and you’re sure she’ll notice it when you enclose your fingers around her wrist to tug her closer to you.
But when you arrive at the WSQK, Robin’s attention is already occupied. You huff to yourself, raking a hand through the rows of vinyls for sale as you slowly approach your girlfriend and her friend. At the sound of your clicking heels, Robin’s head snaps towards you. She’s been conditioned to associate you with the sound, as well as old pop songs and the scent of watermelon that she’s so used to when she tastes your lips, getting glitter all over herself. She puts a hand up to wave at you and you approach her with a soft smile, cooly greeting her with a “Hey Robs.” You flick your eyes to the dark brunette besides her, tilting your head to the side as you add “Nancy.”
The girl smiles at you, but her attention quickly turns back to Robin as they carry on with their conversation. You glance towards Robin, watching her face as she listens to Nancy. When she turns her face towards you, she seems surprised to find you already looking at her. “Nancy was just telling me about this new movie she went to see, The Princess Bride? Sounds like you’d like it.”
“Yeah, I went and watched it with Matilda this weekend. Didn’t think much of it.” You’re lying. You really liked the movie. Robin nods, and you put a hand on her shoulder, saying “I’m gonna sit in the break room and wait for you, okay?”
As you walk away, you hear Nancy ask “Do you guys have plans?”
“Yeah, nothing specific though, just hanging out.” You frown as you make your way down the stairs. Does Robin think that because you don’t have anything planned your time together can be dispensable? You huff again as you slam the door to the break room shut. Steve glances up at you from where he’s eating his sandwich, his eyes wide with confusion. He watches as you slump down on the couch furthest away from him, then rolls his shoulders back, straightening up.
“Nancy?” He asks knowingly, an amused smile making its way onto his face. “You’ve noticed!?” Steve blinks quickly, mouth going agape as hesitation takes over his features. He considers denying it, but you’re not dumb. “Yeah, I told Robin you wouldn’t be happy about it, but she’s convinced Nancy doesn’t even like women.” You cross your arms over your chest. If it’s been brought to her attention that another woman is flirting with her, why didn’t she do something about it? And first and foremost, why didn’t she tell you?
It’s not just today that Nancy has acted as a placeholder for Robin’s attention. In fact, it seems that she’s been seeking private conversations with Robin for weeks now. Many unbearable weeks. Of course you thought nothing of it at first, and when Robin would come to you at the end of the day with unlimited kisses to spare, any envious thoughts about the other woman would instantly leave your mind. But at the end of the day, Robin is your girlfriend, and you don’t want a single other woman to hold nearly as much of her attention as you do. You’ve tried hinting to Robin that you don’t approve of Nancy’s presence in her life with eye rolls at the mention of her name, and excusing yourself from conversation the second Nancy appears, but Robin seems to be as clueless as a man. And obviously, in order to disguise your relationship as nothing but friendship, Robin won’t go chasing your attention in public.
“She should’ve listened to you.” You finally say, and Steve internally panics. He can feel an argument between you and your girlfriend beginning to stir, even if Robin doesn’t know it yet. But you can’t just start up a fight — you have to see how Robin treats you first.
“Hey, she really doesn’t think Nancy is making moves on her, you know? She’s not just acting clueless because she likes her company.” When you lift your eyes up to meet Steve’s, he instantly knows he’s said something wrong by the way your face screams anger at him, an eye almost twitching at him. It’s quite subtle too, and he is frankly quite impressed at how well you’re able to convey emotion so delicately, but he’s primarily scared. “You think she’d lie to me because she likes Nancy’s company?” Steve puts his sandwich down so he can put his hands up in surrender. “No! No, that is not what I- she wouldn’t do that I’m just trying to- look you should just speak to her.”
Steve scrambles to pick up his sandwich and the rest of his trash before heading up towards the stairs. “Good luck!” He calls out, and you spin on the couch, yelling back anxiously “Why would I need luck!?” Oh god, Robin is so two seconds away from cheating on you, you think, bringing your hands up to dig your face into. Halfway up, you realise you’re wearing intricate makeup that you’ve put on just for her, and instead move your hands to play with the necklace dangling around your neck.
The door opens once more, and you’re ready to scold Steve for something stupid once more, but instead you hear a voice call out “Hey, baby.”
You stand instantly at the sound of Robin’s voice, turning in her direction and smiling softly. She grins widely at the sight of you, hands already reaching for your waist despite the distance between you. At the sight of the worry pooling in your eyes, her eyebrows knit together, and she asks “Is everything okay?” You nod, hands immediately tracing up Robin’s arms and linking around her neck when you reach her. Robin runs her hands up and down your sides, smiling at you as she requests “Let me see your nails again.” You giggle, trying to pull back from her so you can show her your hands, but Robin hugs you close, keeping you chest to chest with her so you’re forced to only show her one of your hands.
“They’re the colour I chose.” She beams, and you nod, pressing your lips to her cheek before wrapping your arms over her shoulders again and pressing your lips to hers greedily. Robin gasps at the touch, eyes fluttering shut, but you don’t really give her an option but to kiss you back, pressing against her harder. Robin nudges your lips apart with her tongue so she can slide it in you mouth, moaning when you desperately slide your tongue against hers, rendering the kiss immediately messy as saliva slips between both your lips, melding onto your chins.
Robin gasps when you begin walking in the wrong direction to the table in the room, but she instantly corrects you, beginning to guide you until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. Robin breaks the kiss so she can glance between your bodies as she helps you sit on the table, your faces still so close that her nose still nudges yours. She watches as you hook a leg around hers, forcing her closer to you, and a breath hitches in her throat when the spread of your legs allows her a peak of the panties you wear underneath your denim skirt.
“I love this skirt.” Robin mumbles, bringing her parted lips back to yours. She moans when you instantly dip your tongue into her mouth, bringing her hands from your waist to your ass so she can slide you forward onto the table, bringing you as close to her as possible. You trail a hand up into her short hair, purposefully making it messy enough that anyone would know what’s just happened. You just hope that people assume it’ll be her own glittery lip gloss smudged across her lips instead of another girls’.
Robin slides a hand up your back, and your back arches away from her tickling fingertips and into her chest. You sigh when her gentle touch skims back down your body and dips underneath your shirt, fingers just resting against your skin. An involuntary sound comes out of you and you Robin laughs into the kiss, bringing a hand up to the back of your head to hold you there against her, forbidding you to break the kiss. That would be the last thing you’d want though, so you’re happy to tilt your head further to the side, letting Robin take over the pace of the kiss. You refuse to let her think she has all the power though, sliding a hand down her body to grip her hip in a way that makes her whine into the kiss.
And then suddenly, despite it seeming like nothing in the world could ruin your moment, someone gasps out “Oh my god I’m so sorry.”
Robin, at least, looks humiliated when you tear your lips away from each other, but the only expression you can muster right now is one of disbelief as Nancy Wheeler stands by the open door to the break room. Neither of you had even heard it open. “I-my purse.” Nancy scrambles to explain, pointing almost directly at you. You tilt your head at her in confusion, keeping the resentment in your eyes to show her that you aren’t happy with her, but Robin’s eyes trail down to the chair tucked underneath the table and she mumbles a knowing “Oh.”
Your gaze follows Robin’s, and out of respect for Nancy, you turn your stare away from her and her purse as she awkwardly crosses the room to retrieve it. Robin’s fingers twitch against your body, like she doesn’t know if it’s more awkward to take them off you or to keep them, but you remove your hand from her waist and sling your arm over her shoulder so you can hug her closer to you again, leaning your head on her shoulder and unashamedly watching Nancy as she rushes out of the room. Robin stares down at your feet, which are swinging above the ground as though you’re bored, and you make the most of her distraction to meet Nancy’s eyes when she turns around to grip the door handle. She pauses with her hand on the handle, unable to read the expression in your eyes as they bore into hers.
“Hey Nancy?” You feel Robin stiffen in your hold as you call for the girl, whose face only reads panic. “Tell anyone about my girlfriend and I and I’ll have your head, okay?” She nods quickly, stepping out from under the doorway and accidentally slamming the door as she leaves.
With her gone, you pull back from Robin, putting your hands flat on the table’s surface and leaning back on them. Robin puts one plus one together. Or rather, she puts everything together from the last few weeks, the final hint being the discontent you look at her with now. “Why did Nancy have her purse in the break room?” You question, and Robin brings her hands to your thighs, swallowing thickly when you don’t react to her touch at all. Not even a glance down at where they lay on your skin. “We were just… chilling here.”
At your loud scoff, Robin immediately knows she has given you the wrong answer. “Just chilling here.” You echo disapprovingly as you hop off the table. Robin chases after you, hands desperately grasping onto your waist, but you beeline all the way to the couch, where you have discarded your own purse. “Come on baby, we’re friends, we were just sitting here!”
You spin around quickly to face your girlfriend, pointing an angry finger at her chest. “It’s not just sitting here if the girl wants nothing more than to jump your bones, Robin.”
“She doesn’t, I swear to you!” Robin cries as you turn around to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
“You should have listened to Steve, you know?” Robin freezes at your words, face falling when she gets a good look at your face and sees how truly upset you are. “Honey-” “For a straight man to be able to notice when a girl has a crush on someone is impressive enough as is, but for you not to listen to him because, what? You like her her company? That’s more than impressive, Robin Buckley, that’s - that’s disappointing.”
Robin gulps, unable to say anything, but she desperately follows you as you push past her to walk out of the room. She harshly halts in her steps when you turn around again, gesturing wildly with your hands. “And I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? Here I am, thinking I’m being the delusional girlfriend because more than two gay women in the same social circle? Impossible, right!? And then here I stand, learning that Steve fucking Harrington has already warned you that your girlfriend wouldn’t like this behaviour.”
“I don’t like Nancy!” Robin bursts. It’s the only thing she can think to say (and if she’s being honest, she doesn’t think much before saying it). “And I didn’t lie to anyone, baby, I didn’t lie to you.” She promises as she slowly makes her way to you. “I genuinely was - I still am convinced that Nancy doesn’t like me! But I shouldn’t have ignored Steve when he said that you wouldn’t like my actions, and more importantly, I should have noticed that you were upset about this.” Now, Robin stands directly in front of you, hands lightly resting on your elbows. “How long has this been on your mind?” Robin asks quietly, afraid of your answer.
“Weeks. Like, closer to a month, really, if not more.” Robin’s hands trail up your arms, and when she’s sure you won’t jerk away from her touch, she cradles your face softly. “I’m so sorry baby. I just, I spent all my time with you and no one else and that’s how I’d keep it if it were up to me. But I got worried that you’d get sick of me, so I tried spending time with other people. I didn’t mean to spend so much time around Nancy that you’d think-” Robin cuts herself off, unable to bring herself to utter the next words. That she’d cheat on you. She feels sick to her stomach at the prospect.
“Robin, why would I get sick of you? Why didn’t you tell me instead of pulling away?”
“I didn’t want-!” Robin begins loudly, and defensively, cutting herself with a deep breath when she notices that you’re asking out of a place of love and insecurity. She lowers her volume, letting her shoulders slump as she repeats “I didn’t want you to think I was worried about losing you.”
You exhale sharply, trying not to be mad at her despite the tears that are gathering in your waterline. “Robin Buckley, you are so - baby just talk to me next time.” Robin feels herself relax at the usage of a pet name, and she nods, taking half a step closer to you. “You too, okay? I don’t want you to ever have to be jealous of someone. Especially a nerd like Nancy Wheeler.”
“Don’t start insulting your friends for me.” Robin nods sharply, lips pursing. Of course you have to be so nice and moral even though you’ve spent the last month hating on Nancy. “I’m gonna speak to Nancy, okay? And figure things out. If there’s any hint that she likes me, I’m going to silently distance myself from her, okay?” You nod, licking your lips.
“I’m sorry I got so jealous.”
“No, I’m sorry I distanced myself from you. I’m sorry I made you feel like that.”
You shrug, sliding a hand on the wooden door behind you. You look at your girlfriend, and she can tell the next comment you’ll make won’t be so serious by the way you take your chew your bottom lip between your teeth. “So, are you gonna kiss it better, or?”
Robin doesn’t give you enough space for you to give her the alternative.
summary: nancy wheeler has been spending too much time with your girlfriend, and your world nearly explodes when you find out oblivious steve harrington has noticed it too.
wc: 2.9k+
cw: argument, slightly heated making out, arguing, accusations of cheating, hyperfem!reader but not in an infantilising way
Had any man in Hawkins found out Robin Buckley had the honour of dating you, the first thing they’d feel is jealousy, and disgust second. Of course, being in a same sex relationship meant you couldn’t flaunt it to everyone, unable to keep your arms constantly wrapped around your girlfriend to kiss her whenever you wished. Unfortunately, that meant that you had to keep turning down men you barely knew, but that never mattered. They were men, and you liked women. Which of course meant jealousy broiled through your veins any time Nancy Wheeler approached your girlfriend for what was a so called ‘friendly conversation’.
You shouldn’t be jealous, you know that. As if it’s not validating enough that Robin can’t keep her hands off you whenever you’re alone, and as if the countless people who hit on you don’t solidify your knowledge of how attractive you are. Regardless, you don’t need anyone to tell you when you can just look at yourself in any reflection around. People love the hyper feminine look, especially on you. The little heels you wear around town with no one to impress, colourful dresses worn if you’ve decided not to go for the smallest skirt in your closet.
Today, you have. The denim of your skirt hugs your curves perfectly, and so does the tight top you’ve paired it with. The heels you wear render you taller than Robin, who loves having to tilt her chin up to kiss you. She got to pick the colour of your nails too, and you’re sure she’ll notice it when you enclose your fingers around her wrist to tug her closer to you.
But when you arrive at the WSQK, Robin’s attention is already occupied. You huff to yourself, raking a hand through the rows of vinyls for sale as you slowly approach your girlfriend and her friend. At the sound of your clicking heels, Robin’s head snaps towards you. She’s been conditioned to associate you with the sound, as well as old pop songs and the scent of watermelon that she’s so used to when she tastes your lips, getting glitter all over herself. She puts a hand up to wave at you and you approach her with a soft smile, cooly greeting her with a “Hey Robs.” You flick your eyes to the dark brunette besides her, tilting your head to the side as you add “Nancy.”
The girl smiles at you, but her attention quickly turns back to Robin as they carry on with their conversation. You glance towards Robin, watching her face as she listens to Nancy. When she turns her face towards you, she seems surprised to find you already looking at her. “Nancy was just telling me about this new movie she went to see, The Princess Bride? Sounds like you’d like it.”
“Yeah, I went and watched it with Matilda this weekend. Didn’t think much of it.” You’re lying. You really liked the movie. Robin nods, and you put a hand on her shoulder, saying “I’m gonna sit in the break room and wait for you, okay?”
As you walk away, you hear Nancy ask “Do you guys have plans?”
“Yeah, nothing specific though, just hanging out.” You frown as you make your way down the stairs. Does Robin think that because you don’t have anything planned your time together can be dispensable? You huff again as you slam the door to the break room shut. Steve glances up at you from where he’s eating his sandwich, his eyes wide with confusion. He watches as you slump down on the couch furthest away from him, then rolls his shoulders back, straightening up.
“Nancy?” He asks knowingly, an amused smile making its way onto his face. “You’ve noticed!?” Steve blinks quickly, mouth going agape as hesitation takes over his features. He considers denying it, but you’re not dumb. “Yeah, I told Robin you wouldn’t be happy about it, but she’s convinced Nancy doesn’t even like women.” You cross your arms over your chest. If it’s been brought to her attention that another woman is flirting with her, why didn’t she do something about it? And first and foremost, why didn’t she tell you?
It’s not just today that Nancy has acted as a placeholder for Robin’s attention. In fact, it seems that she’s been seeking private conversations with Robin for weeks now. Many unbearable weeks. Of course you thought nothing of it at first, and when Robin would come to you at the end of the day with unlimited kisses to spare, any envious thoughts about the other woman would instantly leave your mind. But at the end of the day, Robin is your girlfriend, and you don’t want a single other woman to hold nearly as much of her attention as you do. You’ve tried hinting to Robin that you don’t approve of Nancy’s presence in her life with eye rolls at the mention of her name, and excusing yourself from conversation the second Nancy appears, but Robin seems to be as clueless as a man. And obviously, in order to disguise your relationship as nothing but friendship, Robin won’t go chasing your attention in public.
“She should’ve listened to you.” You finally say, and Steve internally panics. He can feel an argument between you and your girlfriend beginning to stir, even if Robin doesn’t know it yet. But you can’t just start up a fight — you have to see how Robin treats you first.
“Hey, she really doesn’t think Nancy is making moves on her, you know? She’s not just acting clueless because she likes her company.” When you lift your eyes up to meet Steve’s, he instantly knows he’s said something wrong by the way your face screams anger at him, an eye almost twitching at him. It’s quite subtle too, and he is frankly quite impressed at how well you’re able to convey emotion so delicately, but he’s primarily scared. “You think she’d lie to me because she likes Nancy’s company?” Steve puts his sandwich down so he can put his hands up in surrender. “No! No, that is not what I- she wouldn’t do that I’m just trying to- look you should just speak to her.”
Steve scrambles to pick up his sandwich and the rest of his trash before heading up towards the stairs. “Good luck!” He calls out, and you spin on the couch, yelling back anxiously “Why would I need luck!?” Oh god, Robin is so two seconds away from cheating on you, you think, bringing your hands up to dig your face into. Halfway up, you realise you’re wearing intricate makeup that you’ve put on just for her, and instead move your hands to play with the necklace dangling around your neck.
The door opens once more, and you’re ready to scold Steve for something stupid once more, but instead you hear a voice call out “Hey, baby.”
You stand instantly at the sound of Robin’s voice, turning in her direction and smiling softly. She grins widely at the sight of you, hands already reaching for your waist despite the distance between you. At the sight of the worry pooling in your eyes, her eyebrows knit together, and she asks “Is everything okay?” You nod, hands immediately tracing up Robin’s arms and linking around her neck when you reach her. Robin runs her hands up and down your sides, smiling at you as she requests “Let me see your nails again.” You giggle, trying to pull back from her so you can show her your hands, but Robin hugs you close, keeping you chest to chest with her so you’re forced to only show her one of your hands.
“They’re the colour I chose.” She beams, and you nod, pressing your lips to her cheek before wrapping your arms over her shoulders again and pressing your lips to hers greedily. Robin gasps at the touch, eyes fluttering shut, but you don’t really give her an option but to kiss you back, pressing against her harder. Robin nudges your lips apart with her tongue so she can slide it in you mouth, moaning when you desperately slide your tongue against hers, rendering the kiss immediately messy as saliva slips between both your lips, melding onto your chins.
Robin gasps when you begin walking in the wrong direction to the table in the room, but she instantly corrects you, beginning to guide you until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. Robin breaks the kiss so she can glance between your bodies as she helps you sit on the table, your faces still so close that her nose still nudges yours. She watches as you hook a leg around hers, forcing her closer to you, and a breath hitches in her throat when the spread of your legs allows her a peak of the panties you wear underneath your denim skirt.
“I love this skirt.” Robin mumbles, bringing her parted lips back to yours. She moans when you instantly dip your tongue into her mouth, bringing her hands from your waist to your ass so she can slide you forward onto the table, bringing you as close to her as possible. You trail a hand up into her short hair, purposefully making it messy enough that anyone would know what’s just happened. You just hope that people assume it’ll be her own glittery lip gloss smudged across her lips instead of another girls’.
Robin slides a hand up your back, and your back arches away from her tickling fingertips and into her chest. You sigh when her gentle touch skims back down your body and dips underneath your shirt, fingers just resting against your skin. An involuntary sound comes out of you and you Robin laughs into the kiss, bringing a hand up to the back of your head to hold you there against her, forbidding you to break the kiss. That would be the last thing you’d want though, so you’re happy to tilt your head further to the side, letting Robin take over the pace of the kiss. You refuse to let her think she has all the power though, sliding a hand down her body to grip her hip in a way that makes her whine into the kiss.
And then suddenly, despite it seeming like nothing in the world could ruin your moment, someone gasps out “Oh my god I’m so sorry.”
Robin, at least, looks humiliated when you tear your lips away from each other, but the only expression you can muster right now is one of disbelief as Nancy Wheeler stands by the open door to the break room. Neither of you had even heard it open. “I-my purse.” Nancy scrambles to explain, pointing almost directly at you. You tilt your head at her in confusion, keeping the resentment in your eyes to show her that you aren’t happy with her, but Robin’s eyes trail down to the chair tucked underneath the table and she mumbles a knowing “Oh.”
Your gaze follows Robin’s, and out of respect for Nancy, you turn your stare away from her and her purse as she awkwardly crosses the room to retrieve it. Robin’s fingers twitch against your body, like she doesn’t know if it’s more awkward to take them off you or to keep them, but you remove your hand from her waist and sling your arm over her shoulder so you can hug her closer to you again, leaning your head on her shoulder and unashamedly watching Nancy as she rushes out of the room. Robin stares down at your feet, which are swinging above the ground as though you’re bored, and you make the most of her distraction to meet Nancy’s eyes when she turns around to grip the door handle. She pauses with her hand on the handle, unable to read the expression in your eyes as they bore into hers.
“Hey Nancy?” You feel Robin stiffen in your hold as you call for the girl, whose face only reads panic. “Tell anyone about my girlfriend and I and I’ll have your head, okay?” She nods quickly, stepping out from under the doorway and accidentally slamming the door as she leaves.
With her gone, you pull back from Robin, putting your hands flat on the table’s surface and leaning back on them. Robin puts one plus one together. Or rather, she puts everything together from the last few weeks, the final hint being the discontent you look at her with now. “Why did Nancy have her purse in the break room?” You question, and Robin brings her hands to your thighs, swallowing thickly when you don’t react to her touch at all. Not even a glance down at where they lay on your skin. “We were just… chilling here.”
At your loud scoff, Robin immediately knows she has given you the wrong answer. “Just chilling here.” You echo disapprovingly as you hop off the table. Robin chases after you, hands desperately grasping onto your waist, but you beeline all the way to the couch, where you have discarded your own purse. “Come on baby, we’re friends, we were just sitting here!”
You spin around quickly to face your girlfriend, pointing an angry finger at her chest. “It’s not just sitting here if the girl wants nothing more than to jump your bones, Robin.”
“She doesn’t, I swear to you!” Robin cries as you turn around to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
“You should have listened to Steve, you know?” Robin freezes at your words, face falling when she gets a good look at your face and sees how truly upset you are. “Honey-” “For a straight man to be able to notice when a girl has a crush on someone is impressive enough as is, but for you not to listen to him because, what? You like her her company? That’s more than impressive, Robin Buckley, that’s - that’s disappointing.”
Robin gulps, unable to say anything, but she desperately follows you as you push past her to walk out of the room. She harshly halts in her steps when you turn around again, gesturing wildly with your hands. “And I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? Here I am, thinking I’m being the delusional girlfriend because more than two gay women in the same social circle? Impossible, right!? And then here I stand, learning that Steve fucking Harrington has already warned you that your girlfriend wouldn’t like this behaviour.”
“I don’t like Nancy!” Robin bursts. It’s the only thing she can think to say (and if she’s being honest, she doesn’t think much before saying it). “And I didn’t lie to anyone, baby, I didn’t lie to you.” She promises as she slowly makes her way to you. “I genuinely was - I still am convinced that Nancy doesn’t like me! But I shouldn’t have ignored Steve when he said that you wouldn’t like my actions, and more importantly, I should have noticed that you were upset about this.” Now, Robin stands directly in front of you, hands lightly resting on your elbows. “How long has this been on your mind?” Robin asks quietly, afraid of your answer.
“Weeks. Like, closer to a month, really, if not more.” Robin’s hands trail up your arms, and when she’s sure you won’t jerk away from her touch, she cradles your face softly. “I’m so sorry baby. I just, I spent all my time with you and no one else and that’s how I’d keep it if it were up to me. But I got worried that you’d get sick of me, so I tried spending time with other people. I didn’t mean to spend so much time around Nancy that you’d think-” Robin cuts herself off, unable to bring herself to utter the next words. That she’d cheat on you. She feels sick to her stomach at the prospect.
“Robin, why would I get sick of you? Why didn’t you tell me instead of pulling away?”
“I didn’t want-!” Robin begins loudly, and defensively, cutting herself with a deep breath when she notices that you’re asking out of a place of love and insecurity. She lowers her volume, letting her shoulders slump as she repeats “I didn’t want you to think I was worried about losing you.”
You exhale sharply, trying not to be mad at her despite the tears that are gathering in your waterline. “Robin Buckley, you are so - baby just talk to me next time.” Robin feels herself relax at the usage of a pet name, and she nods, taking half a step closer to you. “You too, okay? I don’t want you to ever have to be jealous of someone. Especially a nerd like Nancy Wheeler.”
“Don’t start insulting your friends for me.” Robin nods sharply, lips pursing. Of course you have to be so nice and moral even though you’ve spent the last month hating on Nancy. “I’m gonna speak to Nancy, okay? And figure things out. If there’s any hint that she likes me, I’m going to silently distance myself from her, okay?” You nod, licking your lips.
“I’m sorry I got so jealous.”
“No, I’m sorry I distanced myself from you. I’m sorry I made you feel like that.”
You shrug, sliding a hand on the wooden door behind you. You look at your girlfriend, and she can tell the next comment you’ll make won’t be so serious by the way you take your chew your bottom lip between your teeth. “So, are you gonna kiss it better, or?”
Robin doesn’t give you enough space for you to give her the alternative.
Hey I'm not the anon that asked the most resent writing question but I do want to ask about how you would get motivated to write about a character that has literal breadcrumbs of scenes in a book series and absolutely nothing in the movie about said book, is it the same advice just go read fics about them and watch tiktoks of people talking about them or create a whole new character and just slap their name on the oc
don't be scared at how fast i answered this please you just caught me at a great time (#unemployed) but HIGHKEY do whatever you want. if this is about motivation to write for them, yeah pretty much i'd do what you said (boring i'm sorry), but if you already have motivation to write for them but it's kind of just ooc, don't let anyone stop you from doing that. also, i am a firm believer that motivation to write for a specific character comes back organically so don't worry about it too much and continue writing for whatever other characters, but if you've been in a slump for that specific character in ages and are really trying to write for them again, i would also suggest also re-reading your own fics as a trigger reminder of what you actually like about that character.
i do get that it's more difficult when it comes to book characters, but again it's fanfiction, and you can literally write what you want, however you want it. my best example for this would be writing for the marauders because obviously we know very little of them from the books and there's basically nothing to go off of when writing for their younger selves because the way so many people (including me!!) write for them is by taking the idea of them and running with it. like you can have your own version of a character based on what you do know about them, and if you're motivated to write for the picture you have of them in your mind, by all means do that!!
was this helpful lol i'm scared but seriously though if you're just unable to get motivation for them and feel forced to write for them, zon't zo it, it will save your peace of mind
