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
âOkay, which one of you do I have to blame for being back here!?â 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. Youâd 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, youâre 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.
âNot me.â 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. âEyes to yourself, Hitchcock!â 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.
âYou look ready to go out!â 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. âI was out. And I was having fun and I was seeing my friends, and now Iâm back here.â Charles squints his eyes at you, leaning closer to you. âFriends other than us?â He questions, and you throw your arms out, saying âFucking obviously, Charles!â
You whine, lips falling into a pout, and Jake smirks from where heâs sat in front of you as you throw your head back. âThis is so unfair, Jake!â 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. âSomeoneâs already had a couple of drinks, huh?â 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 âAnd what about it, Santiago? At least Iâve got some friends I can drink with.â
Amy nods curtly, leaning back in her chair as Sarge and Captain Holt enter the room for the briefing. You feel the Captainâs eyes settle on you immediately, and he keeps them on you as he begins âApologies 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.â
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 âYou donât happen to have spare clothes in your locker, do you?â You smile at him, enunciating lowly âI get to choose the music in the car.â
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. âWoah.â She mutters, and you glance back to see what sheâs talking about, but her eyes trail up your body to look at you with wide eyes as she asks âSick tattoo.â
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 Jakeâs dazzling smile to return to his face with the overly excited comment of âOh, youâre all tramped up!â
âTramp stamp. You know I almost got one of those inâŠâ Charles lets himself trail off when you all turn your attention to him, and he shrugs as an announcement that he has silenced himself. âDidnât take you for the type to have a tramp stamp.â Jake says again, eyes flitting down to where your tattoo is no longer showing. Instead, heâs momentarily distracted by the sight of your breasts in the top youâre wearing. He clears his throat uncomfortably.
âNah, it makes total sense.â Rosa denies, nodding your head at you. âIt does?â Jake asks, and the woman shrugs, saying âGo partying with her once and youâll see it.â
âCome on Peralta, youâre driving.â 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 carâs 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 heâs 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. âSorry I ruined your night.â
You glance up at Jake, shrugging your shoulders with a small smile on your glittery lips. âIâm sure you can find a way to make it worthwhile for me.â Jake gulps, and you giggle to yourself, reaching over to increase the volume of the music youâve 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 bagâs strap. He smiles when you push the door open, climbing out of the passengerâs seat, and his eyes go wide when your thighs separate from the leather seat, your shorts climbing up your legs.
âIâll wait here!â Jake calls out, and you tilt your head to the side with an expression of disbelief. âCome on Jake, you know Iâm going to take forever!â
Jake chuckles, then nods his head, joining you on the sidewalk in front of your building. Heâs been here once, maybe twice before, and still, heâs impressed that youâre 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 canât 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, itâs 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 doesnât know how you afford to live somewhere so nice, or to sleep on such a nice mattress, but Jake enjoys it while heâs there, watching as you go through items in your closet in a desperate attempt to find something to wear. Youâve done this today already, Jake can tell from the much flimsier items that are already on your floor. âJust wear the pants you had on this morning.â 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, heâs 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 doesnât 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 heâs a grown man. Heâs seen underwear and naked women before, and this really shouldnât 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.
âFound them!â Jake calls, holding the pants up. You come running into the bathroom, leaning down to unzip your boots, one hand clutching Jakeâs 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 isnât much more to see. Itâs not like the shorts were hiding much.
Probably.
Jake catches onto your reflection in the mirror as you slide your shorts down your legs â whether that was a conscious choice of not, heâs 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 Charlesâs parents got married, but that doesnât count compared to this), and now youâre standing in front of Jake in almost nothing. Pretty much.
âOkay, now all I need is a shirt. Easy, easy, easy, easy - fuck! Jake, I have nothing to wear!â 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 âHow about you sit and take your makeup off, and I can find you a top to wear?â 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 heâs seen you wear to work before, so he offers it to you with hopes that youâll accept it, but you donât even check which item heâs given you before youâre 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 Jakeâs 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.
âIâm sorry for ruining your night.â Jake repeats, his words softer now, more genuine. âDonât worry about it, Jake.â
He doesnât 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 heâs faced with every day.
âWe should go.â Jake mumbles, but he doesnât move, even when you lay a hand on his arm to nudge him. He nods, following you out of your flat. Just as youâre locking the door behind you, Jakeâs 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. âDonât tell me.â You please, shoulders slumping.
âRosa and Charles found evidence. Theyâve finished the arrest.â Jake stiffens when you take a step towards him, letting your head slump against his bicep. He hears a mumbled âNothing in my life is fair!â and canât help but scoff in amusement.
âHey, I can still try to make tonight worthwhile. A make or break, I think.â 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 manâs, letting him deepen the kiss as he pleases. When you pull away, you mumble âYou know, you couldâve done this fifteen minutes ago an I wouldnât have gotten changed for nothing.â
âHey, donât worry, I can help take those clothes off too.â You laugh at Jakeâs comment, looking up at him curiously before fishing for your keys again. âYeah? Come show me how.â
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 iâve been waking up lately (donât be fooled thereâs always a 12 oâclock snooze) - do we think if i start my alarms at 8 iâll 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 theyâd feel is jealousy, and disgust second. Of course, being in a same sex relationship meant you couldnât 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 âfriendly conversationâ.
You shouldnât be jealous, you know that. As if itâs not validating enough that Robin canât keep her hands off you whenever youâre alone, and as if the countless people who hit on you donât solidify your knowledge of how attractive you are. Regardless, you donât 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 youâve 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 youâve 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 youâre sure sheâll notice it when you enclose your fingers around her wrist to tug her closer to you.
But when you arrive at the WSQK, Robinâs 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, Robinâs head snaps towards you. Sheâs been conditioned to associate you with the sound, as well as old pop songs and the scent of watermelon that sheâs 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 âHey Robs.â You flick your eyes to the dark brunette besides her, tilting your head to the side as you add âNancy.â
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. âNancy was just telling me about this new movie she went to see, The Princess Bride? Sounds like youâd like it.â
âYeah, I went and watched it with Matilda this weekend. Didnât think much of it.â Youâre lying. You really liked the movie. Robin nods, and you put a hand on her shoulder, saying âIâm gonna sit in the break room and wait for you, okay?â
As you walk away, you hear Nancy ask âDo you guys have plans?â
âYeah, nothing specific though, just hanging out.â You frown as you make your way down the stairs. Does Robin think that because you donât 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 heâs 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.
âNancy?â He asks knowingly, an amused smile making its way onto his face. âYouâve noticed!?â Steve blinks quickly, mouth going agape as hesitation takes over his features. He considers denying it, but youâre not dumb. âYeah, I told Robin you wouldnât be happy about it, but sheâs convinced Nancy doesnât even like women.â You cross your arms over your chest. If itâs been brought to her attention that another woman is flirting with her, why didnât she do something about it? And first and foremost, why didnât she tell you?
Itâs not just today that Nancy has acted as a placeholder for Robinâs attention. In fact, it seems that sheâs 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 donât want a single other woman to hold nearly as much of her attention as you do. Youâve tried hinting to Robin that you donât approve of Nancyâs 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 wonât go chasing your attention in public.
âShe shouldâve listened to you.â You finally say, and Steve internally panics. He can feel an argument between you and your girlfriend beginning to stir, even if Robin doesnât know it yet. But you canât just start up a fight â you have to see how Robin treats you first.
âHey, she really doesnât think Nancy is making moves on her, you know? Sheâs not just acting clueless because she likes her company.â When you lift your eyes up to meet Steveâs, he instantly knows heâs said something wrong by the way your face screams anger at him, an eye almost twitching at him. Itâs quite subtle too, and he is frankly quite impressed at how well youâre able to convey emotion so delicately, but heâs primarily scared. âYou think sheâd lie to me because she likes Nancyâs company?â Steve puts his sandwich down so he can put his hands up in surrender. âNo! No, that is not what I- she wouldnât do that Iâm just trying to- look you should just speak to her.â
Steve scrambles to pick up his sandwich and the rest of his trash before heading up towards the stairs. âGood luck!â He calls out, and you spin on the couch, yelling back anxiously âWhy would I need luck!?â 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 youâre wearing intricate makeup that youâve 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 youâre ready to scold Steve for something stupid once more, but instead you hear a voice call out âHey, baby.â
You stand instantly at the sound of Robinâs 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 âIs everything okay?â You nod, hands immediately tracing up Robinâs 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 âLet me see your nails again.â 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 youâre forced to only show her one of your hands.
âTheyâre the colour I chose.â 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 donât 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.
âI love this skirt.â 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 whatâs just happened. You just hope that people assume itâll be her own glittery lip gloss smudged across her lips instead of another girlsâ.
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 youâd want though, so youâre 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 âOh my god Iâm so sorry.â
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. âI-my purse.â 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 arenât happy with her, but Robinâs eyes trail down to the chair tucked underneath the table and she mumbles a knowing âOh.â
Your gaze follows Robinâs, 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. Robinâs fingers twitch against your body, like she doesnât know if itâs 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 youâre bored, and you make the most of her distraction to meet Nancyâs 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.
âHey Nancy?â You feel Robin stiffen in your hold as you call for the girl, whose face only reads panic. âTell anyone about my girlfriend and I and Iâll have your head, okay?â 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 tableâs 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. âWhy did Nancy have her purse in the break room?â You question, and Robin brings her hands to your thighs, swallowing thickly when you donât react to her touch at all. Not even a glance down at where they lay on your skin. âWe were just⊠chilling here.â
At your loud scoff, Robin immediately knows she has given you the wrong answer. âJust chilling here.â 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. âCome on baby, weâre friends, we were just sitting here!â
You spin around quickly to face your girlfriend, pointing an angry finger at her chest. âItâs not just sitting here if the girl wants nothing more than to jump your bones, Robin.â
âShe doesnât, I swear to you!â Robin cries as you turn around to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
âYou should have listened to Steve, you know?â Robin freezes at your words, face falling when she gets a good look at your face and sees how truly upset you are. âHoney-â âFor 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? Thatâs more than impressive, Robin Buckley, thatâs - thatâs disappointing.â
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. âAnd I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? Here I am, thinking Iâm 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 wouldnât like this behaviour.â
âI donât like Nancy!â Robin bursts. Itâs the only thing she can think to say (and if sheâs being honest, she doesnât think much before saying it). âAnd I didnât lie to anyone, baby, I didnât lie to you.â She promises as she slowly makes her way to you. âI genuinely was - I still am convinced that Nancy doesnât like me! But I shouldnât have ignored Steve when he said that you wouldnât like my actions, and more importantly, I should have noticed that you were upset about this.â Now, Robin stands directly in front of you, hands lightly resting on your elbows. âHow long has this been on your mind?â Robin asks quietly, afraid of your answer.
âWeeks. Like, closer to a month, really, if not more.â Robinâs hands trail up your arms, and when sheâs sure you wonât jerk away from her touch, she cradles your face softly. âIâm so sorry baby. I just, I spent all my time with you and no one else and thatâs how Iâd keep it if it were up to me. But I got worried that youâd get sick of me, so I tried spending time with other people. I didnât mean to spend so much time around Nancy that youâd think-â Robin cuts herself off, unable to bring herself to utter the next words. That sheâd cheat on you. She feels sick to her stomach at the prospect.
âRobin, why would I get sick of you? Why didnât you tell me instead of pulling away?â
âI didnât want-!â Robin begins loudly, and defensively, cutting herself with a deep breath when she notices that youâre asking out of a place of love and insecurity. She lowers her volume, letting her shoulders slump as she repeats âI didnât want you to think I was worried about losing you.â
You exhale sharply, trying not to be mad at her despite the tears that are gathering in your waterline. âRobin Buckley, you are so - baby just talk to me next time.â Robin feels herself relax at the usage of a pet name, and she nods, taking half a step closer to you. âYou too, okay? I donât want you to ever have to be jealous of someone. Especially a nerd like Nancy Wheeler.â
âDonât start insulting your friends for me.â Robin nods sharply, lips pursing. Of course you have to be so nice and moral even though youâve spent the last month hating on Nancy. âIâm gonna speak to Nancy, okay? And figure things out. If thereâs any hint that she likes me, Iâm going to silently distance myself from her, okay?â You nod, licking your lips.
âIâm sorry I got so jealous.â
âNo, Iâm sorry I distanced myself from you. Iâm sorry I made you feel like that.â
You shrug, sliding a hand on the wooden door behind you. You look at your girlfriend, and she can tell the next comment youâll make wonât be so serious by the way you take your chew your bottom lip between your teeth. âSo, are you gonna kiss it better, or?â
Robin doesnât 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 theyâd feel is jealousy, and disgust second. Of course, being in a same sex relationship meant you couldnât 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 âfriendly conversationâ.
You shouldnât be jealous, you know that. As if itâs not validating enough that Robin canât keep her hands off you whenever youâre alone, and as if the countless people who hit on you donât solidify your knowledge of how attractive you are. Regardless, you donât 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 youâve 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 youâve 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 youâre sure sheâll notice it when you enclose your fingers around her wrist to tug her closer to you.
But when you arrive at the WSQK, Robinâs 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, Robinâs head snaps towards you. Sheâs been conditioned to associate you with the sound, as well as old pop songs and the scent of watermelon that sheâs 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 âHey Robs.â You flick your eyes to the dark brunette besides her, tilting your head to the side as you add âNancy.â
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. âNancy was just telling me about this new movie she went to see, The Princess Bride? Sounds like youâd like it.â
âYeah, I went and watched it with Matilda this weekend. Didnât think much of it.â Youâre lying. You really liked the movie. Robin nods, and you put a hand on her shoulder, saying âIâm gonna sit in the break room and wait for you, okay?â
As you walk away, you hear Nancy ask âDo you guys have plans?â
âYeah, nothing specific though, just hanging out.â You frown as you make your way down the stairs. Does Robin think that because you donât 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 heâs 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.
âNancy?â He asks knowingly, an amused smile making its way onto his face. âYouâve noticed!?â Steve blinks quickly, mouth going agape as hesitation takes over his features. He considers denying it, but youâre not dumb. âYeah, I told Robin you wouldnât be happy about it, but sheâs convinced Nancy doesnât even like women.â You cross your arms over your chest. If itâs been brought to her attention that another woman is flirting with her, why didnât she do something about it? And first and foremost, why didnât she tell you?
Itâs not just today that Nancy has acted as a placeholder for Robinâs attention. In fact, it seems that sheâs 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 donât want a single other woman to hold nearly as much of her attention as you do. Youâve tried hinting to Robin that you donât approve of Nancyâs 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 wonât go chasing your attention in public.
âShe shouldâve listened to you.â You finally say, and Steve internally panics. He can feel an argument between you and your girlfriend beginning to stir, even if Robin doesnât know it yet. But you canât just start up a fight â you have to see how Robin treats you first.
âHey, she really doesnât think Nancy is making moves on her, you know? Sheâs not just acting clueless because she likes her company.â When you lift your eyes up to meet Steveâs, he instantly knows heâs said something wrong by the way your face screams anger at him, an eye almost twitching at him. Itâs quite subtle too, and he is frankly quite impressed at how well youâre able to convey emotion so delicately, but heâs primarily scared. âYou think sheâd lie to me because she likes Nancyâs company?â Steve puts his sandwich down so he can put his hands up in surrender. âNo! No, that is not what I- she wouldnât do that Iâm just trying to- look you should just speak to her.â
Steve scrambles to pick up his sandwich and the rest of his trash before heading up towards the stairs. âGood luck!â He calls out, and you spin on the couch, yelling back anxiously âWhy would I need luck!?â 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 youâre wearing intricate makeup that youâve 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 youâre ready to scold Steve for something stupid once more, but instead you hear a voice call out âHey, baby.â
You stand instantly at the sound of Robinâs 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 âIs everything okay?â You nod, hands immediately tracing up Robinâs 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 âLet me see your nails again.â 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 youâre forced to only show her one of your hands.
âTheyâre the colour I chose.â 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 donât 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.
âI love this skirt.â 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 whatâs just happened. You just hope that people assume itâll be her own glittery lip gloss smudged across her lips instead of another girlsâ.
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 youâd want though, so youâre 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 âOh my god Iâm so sorry.â
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. âI-my purse.â 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 arenât happy with her, but Robinâs eyes trail down to the chair tucked underneath the table and she mumbles a knowing âOh.â
Your gaze follows Robinâs, 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. Robinâs fingers twitch against your body, like she doesnât know if itâs 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 youâre bored, and you make the most of her distraction to meet Nancyâs 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.
âHey Nancy?â You feel Robin stiffen in your hold as you call for the girl, whose face only reads panic. âTell anyone about my girlfriend and I and Iâll have your head, okay?â 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 tableâs 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. âWhy did Nancy have her purse in the break room?â You question, and Robin brings her hands to your thighs, swallowing thickly when you donât react to her touch at all. Not even a glance down at where they lay on your skin. âWe were just⊠chilling here.â
At your loud scoff, Robin immediately knows she has given you the wrong answer. âJust chilling here.â 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. âCome on baby, weâre friends, we were just sitting here!â
You spin around quickly to face your girlfriend, pointing an angry finger at her chest. âItâs not just sitting here if the girl wants nothing more than to jump your bones, Robin.â
âShe doesnât, I swear to you!â Robin cries as you turn around to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
âYou should have listened to Steve, you know?â Robin freezes at your words, face falling when she gets a good look at your face and sees how truly upset you are. âHoney-â âFor 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? Thatâs more than impressive, Robin Buckley, thatâs - thatâs disappointing.â
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. âAnd I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? Here I am, thinking Iâm 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 wouldnât like this behaviour.â
âI donât like Nancy!â Robin bursts. Itâs the only thing she can think to say (and if sheâs being honest, she doesnât think much before saying it). âAnd I didnât lie to anyone, baby, I didnât lie to you.â She promises as she slowly makes her way to you. âI genuinely was - I still am convinced that Nancy doesnât like me! But I shouldnât have ignored Steve when he said that you wouldnât like my actions, and more importantly, I should have noticed that you were upset about this.â Now, Robin stands directly in front of you, hands lightly resting on your elbows. âHow long has this been on your mind?â Robin asks quietly, afraid of your answer.
âWeeks. Like, closer to a month, really, if not more.â Robinâs hands trail up your arms, and when sheâs sure you wonât jerk away from her touch, she cradles your face softly. âIâm so sorry baby. I just, I spent all my time with you and no one else and thatâs how Iâd keep it if it were up to me. But I got worried that youâd get sick of me, so I tried spending time with other people. I didnât mean to spend so much time around Nancy that youâd think-â Robin cuts herself off, unable to bring herself to utter the next words. That sheâd cheat on you. She feels sick to her stomach at the prospect.
âRobin, why would I get sick of you? Why didnât you tell me instead of pulling away?â
âI didnât want-!â Robin begins loudly, and defensively, cutting herself with a deep breath when she notices that youâre asking out of a place of love and insecurity. She lowers her volume, letting her shoulders slump as she repeats âI didnât want you to think I was worried about losing you.â
You exhale sharply, trying not to be mad at her despite the tears that are gathering in your waterline. âRobin Buckley, you are so - baby just talk to me next time.â Robin feels herself relax at the usage of a pet name, and she nods, taking half a step closer to you. âYou too, okay? I donât want you to ever have to be jealous of someone. Especially a nerd like Nancy Wheeler.â
âDonât start insulting your friends for me.â Robin nods sharply, lips pursing. Of course you have to be so nice and moral even though youâve spent the last month hating on Nancy. âIâm gonna speak to Nancy, okay? And figure things out. If thereâs any hint that she likes me, Iâm going to silently distance myself from her, okay?â You nod, licking your lips.
âIâm sorry I got so jealous.â
âNo, Iâm sorry I distanced myself from you. Iâm sorry I made you feel like that.â
You shrug, sliding a hand on the wooden door behind you. You look at your girlfriend, and she can tell the next comment youâll make wonât be so serious by the way you take your chew your bottom lip between your teeth. âSo, are you gonna kiss it better, or?â
Robin doesnât 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
