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ashwhowrites · 2 days

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angst with robin w/ minor smut?

Reader and Steve are dating but Robin and Reader have been sneaking behind Steve’s back and hooking up. after one of their hook-up sessions, Robin begs the reader to just call things off with steve and be with her but reader refuses because she wasn’t ready to be in a full on relationship with a women yet with it being the 80’s and everything so the reader calls it off but since robin and steve are still close she still has to see/hear steve and reader do couple things together.

it’s totally okay of you don’t end up writing this but still thanks for your time!! xxx

Oh, my poor Rob. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting

The she and he's

Robin felt like the worst best friend in the world. The second Steve found a girl who really liked him, she fell for her. Y/N walked into both of their lives and flipped them upside down.

Steve, who already was a sucker for love, was swept off his feet after one conversation. He couldn't remember any words from it, but he remembered her smile, laugh, and how heavenly her voice sounded. He fell in love at first glance.

But so did Robin.

Robin knew Y/N and Steve had this instant connection and she was jealous. She was so envious of Steve that she felt like she hated him, just a little bit. She hated how easy it was for him to tell a girl he liked her, not so easy for Robin. She would have to risk the whole town turning on her if she ever admitted to liking a girl. So Robin had to sit back and watch Y/N fall in love with Steve.

But when the opportunity came up to get a tiny taste of Y/N for herself, she wasn't strong enough to say no. Both girls were drunk, Steve went to the bathroom, and they were giggling. Then someone leaned in and they kissed. They pulled away and both felt guilty. Their plan was to not tell Steve and to never let it happen again.

They kept one of those promises

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That's how Robin found herself against the bed and Y/N fingering her into bliss.

Robin whimpered as her manicured hands gripped the sheets.

Steve was going to be here any minute and Robin tried to care, but she had Y/N's attention and she wanted to keep it.

Her orgasm was close as she stole Y/N in for a kiss. Both girls moaned as Y/N deepened the kiss with her tongue.

"So wet, Rob," Y/N teased when she pulled away. A huge smirk on her face as she fucked Robin faster. Robin's wet cunt echoed throughout Y/N's room, she thought about how many times Steve was pleasured on the same bed.

"GIRLS! DADDY'S HOME!" Steve laughed to himself as he entered.

Robin's eyes went huge as she panicked

Y/N just placed a finger over her lips, telling Robin to stay quiet. Y/N didn't remove her fingers though, continuing to push Robin over the edge.

Robin grew nervous as she heard Steve's footsteps coming up the stairs.

"WE ARE COMING! CAN YOU START THE OVEN?" Y/N yelled back

Robin felt her eyes roll in the back of her head when Y/N attached her lips to Robin's clit. Steve's heavy footsteps disappeared.

"Come on, pretty girl. Cum for me,"

Y/N and Robin walked into the kitchen, Steve was prepping dinner as the stove warmed up.

"So sexy seeing you cook," Y/N said as she wrapped her arms around Steve's body. Her palms flat against his chest as she moved them up and down.

Steve shuddered under her touch. "Thank you," he said, turning around in her arms. She moved her hands to be wrapped around his neck and he slid his hands around her waist.

They shared a smile before they met their lips in a kiss.

Robin felt her eyes burn as she watched the two share a kiss, so lost in their own little world. She distracted herself as she grabbed a drink from the fridge.

The oven beeped and Robin was relieved that the couple departed. Steve went back to focusing on dinner and Y/N sat on the counter next to him.

Robin wanted to believe that Y/N didn't love him. But Robin knew she did. It was in her eyes and in the way she talked about him. But maybe she loved Robin too. Maybe she was just stuck in a triangle and loved the boy and the girl. Loving the boy was easier.

Dinner felt like it lasted centuries for Robin. She fought back tears as the couple cleaned the dishes together. The way Steve blew soap and the bubbles popped on Y/N's face. Instead of being annoyed, she giggled and did it back. Then they shared a soapy kiss. It made Robin sick.

Then the night came to an end and Robin could breathe again as Steve left.

Robin twiddled with her thumbs as she asked Y/N to talk.

"What's up?" Y/N asked, sitting on the couch next to Robin, her body turned to face her.

"Do you love him?" Robin asked, her eyes staring into Y/N's. Y/N worried about where this conversation was going to lead. But she figured after months of sneaking around, it was going to happen.

"Of course I do," Y/N sighed. And she meant it. She felt guilty every single time she got caught up with Robin. But her heart was split into two and a piece was gifted to both of them. She wished she didn't, she wished she could just love Steve and nothing would have to be difficult.

"Do you love me?" Robin asked, she gulped as she waited for the answer. She was scared to know but also scared to leave it as a what-if.

"I think I do," Y/N confessed. "I believe if I didn't, that I wouldn't be sneaking behind his back. I wouldn't have felt anything when we kissed and we wouldn't be doing what we are. I would have walked away the first time."

Robin felt her heart race at the idea of Y/N being in love with her. But deep down she feared that wasn't going to be enough.

"Do you ever wish you weren't with him?" Robin asked, she began to pick at her nails.

"what are you trying to ask me?" Y/N snapped

"If you'd pick me over him," Robin said, she stood up and began pacing. "I love you and I know if we ever got together, it would destroy everything. It would kill Steve and put a target on our backs. But isn't that what love is? Full of challenges and sacrifices? There isn't anything that would stop me from being with you."

"Robin," Y/N sighed. "I told you in the beginning that I wasn't going to leave him."

"I know, but has your mind changed at least a little?" Robin asked

"No, it hasn't. Because I love him, Robin. And I'm sorry that I do. But I'm not going to leave him."

"How can you say you love him when you are going behind his back?" Robin snapped

"Don't do this," Y/N said as she stood up. "Don't go down that road because we will never come back from it." She growled. "Plus you aren't any better. You are his best friend!"

Robin knew she had a point. She bit her cheek as she wrapped her brain in an argument. She felt guilty for going behind her best friend's back. To make it worse, Robin knew Steve really loved Y/N.

"So after all those months of kissing, sex, and late nights meant nothing?" Robin asked, her voice cracking as she tried to keep herself together.

"Of course it meant something. But mean enough to lose what I have with Steve? No."

"It's him no matter what?" Robin concluded

"It's easier to love him, Rob." Y/N sighed. "I want to be married and have kids. He can give me that, but you can't."

"Then what do we do?"

"End it," Y/N said

She was met with silence as Robin slammed the door on her way out.

~~~

Robin and Y/N kept their promise to not tell Steve and to only be friends.

Y/N had it easy, she had a boyfriend to distract her from the absence of Robin

Robin didn't get a break. If she hung out with Steve, all he talked about was Y/N and their relationship. But as his best friend, she listened. Even though listening to all the dates and how happy they made each other killed her slowly.

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"I'm thinking of taking her on a road trip to the beach. Lay in the sand with my hot girlfriend next to me. What's better than that?" Steve gushed

Robin gave a fake smile as she worked on stocking the shelves. She cursed her heart for feeling the sting.

"Absolutely nothing," Robin said

"Steve!"

Robin turned as she heard the sound of Y/N's excited voice.

Y/N ran straight for the counter, pulling Steve in for a sweet kiss. Robin turned away, keeping her focus on random customers.

"Hi Robin," she said with a smile

Robin smiled back and gave a small wave.

Their friendship was awkward but they had to make it seem no different so Steve wasn't suspicious.

"Ready for the beach?" Y/N asked.

"Yes, Eddie is in the back clocking in so I'm set," Steve said

Y/N watched as he unbuttoned his vest and shoved it under the counter. His hairy chest peeked through his button-up. Y/N felt her face growing warm.

"I can't wait to see that body shirtless." Y/N teased, Steve winked and drew her in for a slow kiss.

Robin felt like the kiss went on for hours. Steve's hands on her waist and her arms wrapped around his body. Finally, they pulled away, a love-sick puppy look in their eyes as they headed off.

Everything about her made Robin bleed.

She knew she'd hear all about the beach date when she got off the clock.

She took a deep breath and let herself have a pity party up until he called. Then she put on her best friend's smile and answered the phone.

"Want to hear about our date?" Steve's excited voice rang through the phone. Robin picked at her nails as she closed her eyes.

Through clenched teeth and a broken heart, she said, "Tell me everything."

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xoxo-sarah · 5 months

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Pretty In Pink

Part two to Brother's Best Friend. Read that first to better understand.

↝a/n: happy new year! This fic is slightly based on a suggestion by @canmargesimpson thank you, hon. I hope you enjoy. 🩶

↝pairing: Robin Buckleyx Harrington!reader

↝warning:not proofread, angst, commitment issues, Robin not knowing how to handle her feelings, jealousy, cursing, girly-girl reader(?), Harrington! Reader,

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own "y/n" and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 1.1.24

Header credits go to @saradika 🩶

You were so gorgeous. So irritatingly gorgeous. Every color looked good on you. Every perfect hair style made Robin want to mess it up while kissing you so hard. Ever lipgloss shade was sure to be wore off by the time Robin got done with you. Was there anything that you didn't look good in?

Not that Robin was sure of. No, the only thing she was sure of was that pink was your color. You had many shirts and skirts in different shades of pink. Accessories ranging from hot pink or soft misty rose. If you were to ask Robin which was her favorite, she would, without a doubt, say the soft pink was your color. It complemented your skin, especially when you had been tanning out by the pool. Like now.

You wore said soft pink in the form of a bikini. It left little to Robin's imagination. Mentally, she was thanking you.

Your soft, tan skin was all that was in her mind. The water droplets that fell down your body when you moved in the pool was playing on loop in her head. She had never been so jealous of water before.

"I just don't know what to do." Steve kept yapping. Not that Robin was paying him any mind. Her eyes had been watching you under her sunglasses. You felt her eyes on you. Maybe that's why you were doing subtle things that would drive her crazy. Like push your arms together while leaning against the side of the pool, or push your soaking wet hair away from your face. You always wore that stupid smirk on your face. God, you were so pretty. "Robin, are you even listening?"

"Hm?" She hummed, unknowingly looking back at where he sat in the lawn chair beside her. The summer weather had Steve and you competing to get the better tan. Robin knew you won, no matter how much Steve would walk around outside without a shirt. It was starting to irritate Robin. "What?"

"I don't know why I'm even trying anymore. Nance was the one- ya know?" Oh, here we go. Robin rolled her eyes under her sunglasses. She adored him, she really did. But if she had to listen to Steve blabber about the one that got away one more time, she might just have to drown him in his own pool.

"Maybe it's time to move on." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Steve scoffed, "right, like you? How's Vickie?"

Your head shot over, your bikini top strap popping against your skin as you tried to fix it.

Since the night where you two had kissed, it was a mutual agreement that went unsaid. You two would kiss behind closed doors when given the chance, flirt with your eyes, call in the middle of the night occasionally when Steve was asleep. There weren't any labels ever mentioned. You two were just... In the moment. That said, Vickie became a sore subject after a while. Steve had found it weird that Robin suddenly stopped talking about the red-headed girl. However, he didn't let Robin lack of interest in her now mess up his agonizingly teasing.

"I wouldn't know, Steve."

"Right."

Not muttering another word, he laid back in the chair, closing his eyes.

The sound of water splashing had Robin's head turning back towards you, her body relaxing as she watched you get out of the pool. Your scowling expression didn't go good with the rest of you at the moment. As soon as you caught her eyes, you were quick to grab your towel and dart into the house, not caring about the water.

Robin was quick to go in after you, after she heard the first snore exit Steve's lips.

"Vickie, huh?"

Robin sighed, knowing where this was going. "Y/n-"

"I know what you're going to say- exactly the same as every other time." This time it was your turn to sigh. You genuinely sounded exhausted. "But I don't understand why you keep letting him tease you about her." You pouted. Your lips were so pink, so kissable..

Robin walked closer to where you stood against the counter, towel wrapped loosely around your frame. "It's the only thing he knows how to do."

Your pout deepened. "I'm serious. We can make him stop, you know. We could just tell him."

"No." She was quick to step back.

"why are you so scared to tell him? It's Steve."

Before Robin could reply, Steve slid the glass door open, looking for you two.

You all went your separate ways after that. Sure, you and Robin had had the same conversation plenty of times, but it felt different.

And it proved to be so.

Robin hadn't answered your calls, hadn't came over- making Steve meet up with her to hang out.

You were beginning to grow frustrated as it went on for weeks.

"David Bowie played a goblin king for crying out lou-" You weren't supposed to be home, atleast not this early. Steve's expression said the same when you walked in the front door. Robin, who he has been arguing with, went stiff from beside him. She looked so pretty in her Blue button up shirt that was tucked into lighter washed shorts. Blue was her color, navy or sky blue, didn't matter. What didn't sit right with you was the person sitting on the other side of her. Vickie smiled politely at you, waving. Steve cut your staring off, popping the tab off of his can drink in boredom, the smaller piece falling into the empty can, ringing through your empty head. "Thought you were out for the day?"

"Was. Got tired." You were blunt, going straight for your room after.

Before you closed your door you heard Steve try to lighten the mood from your sour attitude. "She's been in a funk lately, I don't know."

Robin watched you walk away. She couldn't help where her eyes traveled. you were wearing pink. It was slightly darker than your swimsuit, but looked just as good on you nonetheless. She was quick to excuse herself to the bathroom, making her way to your room.

She welcomed herself in your room after she got a hum in response to a quiet knock on your bedroom door. Her step into your room was quick, making sure Steve and Vickie were still content with the movie on the tv. She turned, watching you watch her. You were still looking at her, frustrated at her. She's seen you when you hated her. This was different. It almost hurt her that she hurt you.

You broke the silence, sitting on the side of your bed. A pile of laundry was sat beside you- the same pretty pale pink bikini was sat on top, making Robin's breath hitch. "I pour my heart out to you and you ignore me for weeks? You get with her."

No amount of practicing this conversation with "you" in her mirror had her ready for how your voice showed how betrayed you felt.

It wasn't fair, what Robin was doing. She knew that. It was all just so complicated. Steve was her best friend. She couldn't hurt him like that. It's all complicated.

"I know. I'm sorry." She moved to stand infront of you when you looked away.

"You brought her here." Your tears fell down your soft, pinkened cheeks.

"I know." She couldn't help her words repeating. She sunk down to her knees in front of your, taking your hand that tried to wipe your face."I'm sorry."

"Right. That's why you're in my house with her. Cause you're so sorry."

"That's not- she's not here with me. We ran into her and Steve invited her over for a movie. He's still on his kick, trying to embarrass me. You know how he is."

Robin's eyes begged you to believe her. What were you supposed to do when she looked up at you like that?

"Why have you been ignoring me?" What was she supposed to do when you looked down at her like that? She had to tell you what was eating her up, knowing you didn't understand why it was such a big deal to her.

"It's just all a lot." After she paused, you nodded. Moving over, you patted the bed for her to join you, giving her your full undivided attention. "Steve is my best friend. I don't want what we have to effect my friendship with him, you know? I don't want him to brought into our relationship when we have an argument or if we break up. I don't want you or him to be in an awkward situation at any time." A sigh fell from her lips as she looked at you, scared of how you'll react to her opening up.

"So, Steve's the problem?" You joked.

She put on a sad smile, "Pretty much."

"Robin," you hand found hers, your thumb rubbing over her skin in smoothing circles. "I like you- as I've showed in this bed. I'm willing to deal with Steve and all that if the time comes. I want you."

Her eyes had a sad twinkle in them. " I just need time."

Shortly after Robin came down from your room, Steve was leaving to take her and Vickie to their homes. The ride was quiet- well almost. Robin stared out of the window, Steve tried starting conversation, Vickie sat in the back, being the only one conversating with the driver. Robin didn't pay either of them any mind. Her mind was on you. How understanding you were.

It was after Steve dropped Vickie off that he started conversation with Robin, not getting silence for an answer. "Vickie, huh?"

"I'm over Vickie. Like really, really over her. Not that there's something wrong with her- there's just someone else. Or there was, I guess. I don't really know anymore."

" Wow." Steve sighed, tapping the steering wheel. "I'm surprised you didn't break and tell me about you and y/n. You surprise me more and more everyday."

Robin froze, too scared to do anything.

"You knew?" She wanted to yell. But her voice came out as a whisper. Steve just looked at her, shrugging his shoulders.

"Uh, yeah. You two aren't the best at keeping a secret. I felt like I was interrupting something every time you were in the room together."

Before Robin could stop herself, she was hitting his shoulders with all the frustration in her body. Punch after punch right to his right shoulder, same spot and everything. It was sure to be sore tomorrow.

Robin practically ran through the door, mindlessly making her way around the furniture.

Her eyes caught your pink nightgown, that she had made fun of you for- saying it was a granny thing to wear- as if she didn't find it adorable on you. You went further into the kitchen before she could fully make it into the kitchen. You back was turned to her, oblivious to her presence.

"I don't need time."

At lightning speed, you spun around, confused on why you heard anyone but Steve's voice in the house. You clutched at your chest for a split second before she had her lips on yours.

"Gross." Steve made his way to his room, a small smile making it's way onto his face when you couldn't see him anymore.

Pulling back, you didn't know what to say.

Robin didn't want you to say anything about what has happened, not in the minute or two, not the week she ignored you, nothing. She changed the subject, playing with your hair, looking into your eyes the same way she did when you first told her how you felt. "I really like this color on you."

"I know."

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mvltixcc · 4 months

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: Robin has a crush on the new girl in town. Y/N is also a new member of the cheer squad, which means Robin sees her all the time at games and other school events. Unfortunately, Robin is put in a tough situation. She's scared to talk to her because the cheerleaders have a reputation of being mean girls and she fears that Y/N may not feel the same. Little does Robin know that Y/N does not appear as she seems. Y/N becomes best friends with Eddie, which seems unlikely at the surface due to different social circles. This leads to rumors of course and word spreads like wildfire here at Hawkins, which then makes Robin's feelings even more confusing. After hanging out with Steve and the gang, Robin starts to see a different side to Y/N. Will they end up together or will they just remain friends?

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Chapter 1

“Have you guys seen the new girl around?” A peer in the band circle asked the group as they watched the cheerleaders all huddled together laughing with one another. Some chatter rang about, but Robin had stopped paying attention as she had watched you from afar. She didn’t know exactly how to feel about you. You were a mystery to her. She thought you were beautiful, but she was terrified to talk to you as the cheerleaders were known to be mean to everyone in sight. As Robin became lost in her thoughts, she felt a hard nudge in her side.

“Hello earth to Robin??” Someone asked.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?” Robin proclaimed as she rubbed the harsh spot.

“It’s time to go to our next class, didn’t you hear the bell?” Vickie said pointing to the sound of the bell going off.

“Oh yeah of course, sorry.” Robin said, walking alongside her friend.

Vickie started talking about band practice as they walked the halls to their next class. Once again Robin gets lost in her thoughts, spewing ‘yeahs’ and ‘mmhms’ here and there. As they were walking, Robin felt a hard bump in front of her causing her to fall.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you the-” Robin was cut off as she looked to see who she bumped into.

“Are you alright? I’m so sorry, here let me help you!” Y/N exclaimed, helping Robin pick up her books.

“Uh no no it- it’s okay, I’m alright. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I’m the one that’s sorry!” Robin stammered as she gathered her items. Your hands brushed up against one another as you both went to pick up the last item. Y/N looked up at her and flashed a small smile, making Robin’s cheeks turn a bright strawberry red.

“Well now look what you did Y/N, such a clutz aren’t we?” Robin looked up to see the town freak, Eddie Munson, looking down at you both chuckling. Y/N stood up and playfully pushed Eddie and giggled. There were rumors about the two of you being an item, but that was all Robin thought it was. Rumors. But maybe it was true after all. Robin’s heart sank as she watched the two of you being playful with one another. Y/N turned back to Robin and gave a small wave goodbye. “I’ll see you guys around, I’m so sorry again!” You said to Robin as she and Eddie headed off to class. “Yeah see ya.” Robin said silently to herself as she watched you two walk off.

“What was that about?” Vickie chuckled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Robin tried to play it off in hopes that Vickie would drop the subject.

“You were acting super weird, that's what I’m talking about.” “Look it’s nothing okay, just drop it!” Robin snapped, she hadn’t meant to. Vickie just nodded and sat down. “I’m sorry, I just- it’s nothing and I wish to not talk about it.” Robin apologized as she sat next to her.

The rest of the morning went by fast and felt like a blur. Robin strolled with her friends to their set table to eat lunch. Robin watched as Y/N and Eddie laughed with one another as she ate her lunch. She felt a harsh bang in her heart as she looked on at the scene from afar. She couldn’t believe that someone like you could be with someone like him. To be clear, Robin never hated Eddie, she didn’t think it was fair how he was treated by everyone. She believes he’s probably a good guy, she just didn’t think this was fair to her. Robin felt envious that Eddie got to be with you. That he got to make you laugh the way you did, she wished it had been her that did that with you instead. As she became lost in those thoughts, she was soon interrupted by a slam on the table in front of her.

“Hey Buckley, how’s it going?” Head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham asked sarcastically. The other cheer members look on and laugh behind her.

“What do you need, Cunningham?” Robin asked with a sigh, dreading what was to come of this unfortunate conversation. A few people had already been watching the scene unfold, as the slam of the table had alerted them. Robin tried her best not to make it worse, she didn’t want the entire lunchroom watching this all go down.

“Do us all a favor and watch where you walk okay? We don’t need you to injure our star flyer.” The cheerleader spoke with a blunt tone.

“Look I didn’t mean for it to happen and I already apologized to her. Accidents happen, don't you know?” Robin said as she tried to continue to eat her sandwich. Chrissy grabbed her sandwich and slammed it on the ground, which made the girls beyond her snicker even more. By this point more people were watching.

“Oh great, here we go.” Robbin muttered under her breath. “Look I-”

“Leave her alone Chrissy! We bumped into each other and it was an accident, that’s it, nothing more!" Robin looked up to see you standing up to the captain of your team. Nobody ever dared to stand up to or defy Chrissy, they always followed her lead and did as they were told. The girls behind her watched in shock, they couldn’t believe what was happening before them.

“Hmph. Just watch out next time okay?” Chrissy huffed and said before walking away from you both.

“Are you alright?” Y/N asked, looking at her with soft eyes.

“Uh yeah I’m- I’m okay, thanks.” Robin said, her cheeks turning a shade of red like before.

“I’m so sorry about her, she had no right to get involved. If she bothers you again, you just let me know okay?” Y/N said with a soft smile and grabbing her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Robin nodded to you and before she could say anything, the bell rang once again indicating it was time to head to the next period.

“Come on Y/N!” Eddie and the rest of the Hellfire club yelled. You turned around and held up a finger, letting them know to give you a moment. “Well I’ll see you later Robin!” You proclaimed with a warm smile, walking over to your friends. Robin felt butterflies from that smile you gave her. This was the most that you had both spoken to one another since you had moved here. Robin began to think that maybe you weren’t so mean and scary like she thought. If she couldn’t be with you like she would like to, then maybe you two could at least be friends.

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fxllfaiiry · 2 years

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˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬 ✿ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

✦ 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

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Blurb <3 - @h4rring1on

august - @londonharrington

Can't wait for you - @samstersv

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silly boy - @mirkwoodmunson

you made me hate this city - @marvelsswansong

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Weak Spot - @bi-disaster-yn

I WISH I KNEW YOU WANTED ME - @songs4themoon

YOU'RE SAFE - @↑

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loving him was never enough - @stuismybf

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✦ 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬

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No One But You - @waiting4inspiration

Insecure Summer - @starlightandfairies

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eufezco · 2 years

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💗💜💙 bi!fem!reader x steve harrington

Robin was talking to Eddie about that girl she liked, Eddie listening to her talking as his life depended on it. He was so into her story. Or she's a little tipsy or she really trusts Eddie, you shared your thoughts with Steve, mumbling into his ear. He nodded agreeing with you, not even with him she opened that easily about her sexuality. Your head was leaning on Steve's chest, his arm over your shoulder and your backs against the sofa. You four were sitting on the floor of Steve's house, bottles of alcohol in the middle of the circle you involuntarily formed while sitting.

—Wait, did I tell you I'm a lesbian right?

—You've been talking about liking girls for half an hour now. By this time I've already assumed it.

—I like girls too and I'm not a lesbian. —You added to the conversation.

Eddie drank directly from one of the vodka bottles. Their eyes now focusing on you, Eddie nodded. —Fair enough.

Steve knew you've had some things with girls, you mentioned to him your first kiss being with a girl and some one-night-stands but nothing more than that. At this point, Steve thought back then you were just experimenting with your sexuality. But you saying you like girls was something completely different. —You like girls?

You nodded, you thought at this point he would've just realized that when you talked about girls with Robin before dating him it wasn't because you wanted to be friends with them. Steve's tone was soft, not violent, letting you know that he was just curious.

—Are you okay with that?

It was a genuine question, your eyes looking up at him really wanting to know his answer. His hand caressed your hair and his lips kissed your forehead.

—No, yeah, you know it's completely fine. But what does this exactly mean? Are we still—

—That means I can steal your girlfriend, Harrington. —Robin raised her eyebrows and flashed a smile to Steve.Steve held you closer to him, and you giggled when you noticed Steve was feeling threatened.

—That means I like girls and you. Of course we're still together Steve. —You kissed his lips smiling, Steve was still bit confused but satisfied with your answer.

—Wait, that means I'm the only straight person here? —Steve realized.

Eddie almost spat the alcohol inside his mouth. —You're straight?

—I mean, I've never been with a man.

—But would you? —Eddie asked him.

Steve thought about it, surprised that the idea didn't disgust him. You moved from his chest, looking at him with your eyebrows raised and a playful smirk on your lips as you waited for an answer. Robin was as surprised as you were, she never thought she would live to see Steve Harrington doubting his sexuality. You and Robin shared a glimpse as Steve continued thinking.

—Man... Let me tell there's no one straight here. —Eddie stated, taking another sip of the bottle and handing it to you.

—What does this mean exactly, Steve? Are we still together? —You mocked him, pouting your lips at him.

—That means I can steal your boyfriend, y/n. —Eddie said playfully.

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taivansupremacy · 2 years

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Blue (Robin x Reader)

Summary: Robin thinks Vickie looks good in blue, but she doesn’t notice that you’re wearing blue too.

part 2

A/N: I should be working on requests but i heard Blue by Laura Elliot and it inspired me to write this. i hope yall like it! i’ll link the song below if you want to listen as you read!

CW: angst, unrequited love, mentions of alcohol

The door clicked shut as you and Robin tucked yourselves away in her bedroom. You had just returned from one of Steve’s parties and were considerably tipsy, still warm from the alcohol in your system. Robin insisted that you come to the party, even bribing you with a sleepover afterward, though you’re pretty sure that the only reason she wanted to have a sleepover was so she could gush about her crush, who she ditched you for at the party.

“Did you see Vickie tonight?” Robin mused dreamily as she flopped backward onto her bed, “She looked so pretty in blue. I think that it really brought out her eyes.”

You looked down at your own dress, the same color as Vickie’s, but Robin didn’t seem to notice. She never seemed to notice you, not in the way that you wanted her to, anyway. There was always someone else, it was Tammy Thompson for a while, but now it was Vickie and this crush was even more unbearable than the last one, as it consumed Robin even more. You always listened to her talk about her crushes, and as much as it made your heart sink, you’ve gotten pretty good at it. She was especially talkative with some alcohol in her system, and her topic of conversation was usually Vickie.

She didn’t wait on you to respond before continuing, “She invited me to a party that she and a few other band kids are throwing next weekend,” she sits up and takes both of your hands in hers, “You should come with me. You know, as my wing woman,” She giggled, swinging your joined hands back and forth.

You scoff lightly and shake your head. You weren’t invited and you were sure that Vickie wouldn’t be thrilled if you showed up based on the looks that were thrown your way before she stole Robin away from your group at parties and the daggers she shot you in the hallway as you walked to class with Robin at your side.

“I wasn’t the one that was invited, silly,” You manage a half-hearted smile and break away from her hands to gather your PJs from your overnight bag. “She is totally into you, Rob,” You felt your heart clench at your own words, “You don’t need a wing woman.”

She crossed the room and stood beside you as you shuffled through your bag, “Come on, y/n. Everyone at Hawkins High knows that we’re a package deal,” She laughed lightly, “I think even the administrators are too afraid to put us in different classes. If I’m invited, you’re invited.”

You found your blue pajama shorts and the oversized t-shirt that you packed to sleep in and looked at your best friend, who was standing beside you beaming and practically buzzing with excitement. You sighed, knowing that you’d rather put yourself through pain than ruin Robin’s happiness.

“What time is the party?”

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The next Saturday, you, Robin, and Steve pulled up to Vickie’s house. Robin had been rambling anxiously about all that could go wrong and asking how she looked every five minutes. You were more nervous than Robin if that were even possible. This would be the first party that you and Robin attended without Steve and if Robin ditched you (as you anticipated she would), this time, you’d be left truly alone.

“Have fun, ladies,” Steve waved as you and Robin exited the car “Call me when you’re ready to go home. I don’t want you walking home or getting in the car with anyone at this party.”

Robin giggled, “Okay, sure mom.”

You stuck your head back in the car window, looking at Steve pleadingly, “Are you sure you can’t come in? Even for a little while.”

He looked at you apologetically, knowingly, and shook his head, “I shouldn’t. I have to work early tomorrow.”

You nodded solemnly before giving him a weak smile and a small wave and joining Robin to walk into the house in front of you. As soon as you walked through the door, you were met with the sight of bodies on bodies, flashing lights, and the smell of alcohol. Robin leads you to the kitchen to fix you a drink and not a minute later, Vickie emerges from the crowd with a solo cup in hand. She looks right past you to Robin and steps between you, taking Robin by the hand and leading her to the living room.

“Hey, uh I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere!” The blonde told you before she is tugged away by Vickie, leaving a half-mixed cocktail on the counter.

You remained in the kitchen for at least an hour, indulging in spiked punch and cocktails as you waited on Robin to return. Another hour later, you stumbled out to the living room, just in time to see Robin and Vickie climb the stairs, their lips connected, and enter what you assumed to be Vickie’s bedroom. You ran back to the kitchen as you fought tears and dialed Steve’s number on the phone that hung on the kitchen wall.

“I’m ready to go home now,” You choked out when Steve answered the phone.

You were then faced with the reality that you were doomed to love Robin from afar.

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natashasnoodle · 11 months

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Pigtails | Robin Buckley x Reader

Masterlist | R.B Masterlist

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Robin was mean to you in elementary school and now there's an opportunity to be friends like you once were, or perhaps possibly more.

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Robin's name felt awful on your tongue. Robin Buckley. The girl who had been a thorn in your side since you were five, the start of elementary school. She infuriated you like no other person in the world could.

During your first interaction, you were a tiny kid wanting to make friends with everyone who you came into contact with, Robin included. And you and a group of six other children had been friends for a while. You enjoyed her company, she also liked doing rough play of wrestling and rolling in the mud, making empires in the sandpit, and sprinting around as fast as you could to try and catch the other in tag. There were a few occasional sleepovers thrown in the mix as well whenever both of your parents could agree on playdate times.

Though at around the age of nine, Robin developed a sudden interest in annoying you in the most pestering ways possible. She enjoyed mocking whatever you said in a high-pitched tone, pushing you around too roughly in games, and sticking her leg out to trip you. You took it to heart and didn't want to put up with her anymore. If the girl didn't like you then she could have just said instead of trying to make your life a living hell.

It was confusing though. She would still send you crooked smiles from across the room in class when she caught your eye, so clearly she didn't hate you. But still, you didn't like feeling humiliated and belittled during recess, so as you both grew and your friendship groups separated into smaller ones, the two of you joined different ones.

Due to the nature of the tiny town of Hawkins, you remained in the same schooling system throughout your whole educational life, and still sometimes ended up in the same classes. You'd mostly learned to just ignore her, especially since you haven't properly talked to her since you were eleven, she just wasn't on your radar anymore. Occasionally you would see her gaze lingering on your form for a second too long, but she would always look away immediately if you looked back at her. It was weird. But you didn't care enough to take much notice.

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"Can someone please put me out of my misery", you groaned and flopped forward onto your backpack that was sitting on the cafeteria table when looking at your new timetable for senior year. Economics, Physics, Chemistry, and Maths as the first half of the day back to back. That was rough. Your friends just laughed at your pain, not having the same timetable as you it was very amusing to them.

With a small shake of your head, you looked at them with a scowl, before breaking out into a smile and shaking your head more, "You're all assholes and I hope that karma kicks your asses", you huffed out, shouldering your backpack and walking away with a mock grin on your face.

Walking through the wide hallway to your first class of the day, Economics, you worked hard to avoid all of the hustle and bustle of the crowded hall. As a freshman, you were most certainly part of the hustle and bustle, but as a senior, you could not be bothered with all that shit - walking around with a resting bitch face and using your shoulder to bash people out of the way if they flew into you without a care in the world.

Eventually, your room was reached and you walked in, holding in another groan at seeing half of the class lining up across the back of the room. That could only mean one thing, a seating plan. The classroom was set up to be desks for two, and none of your friends were in your Economics class meaning that you would be seated next to someone random.

You waited patiently at the back of the class with your peers, waiting for everyone to turn up so that the teacher could do the register and then get everyone seated. There were a few latecomers, and so it took absolutely forever for the register to be taken as the teacher was very insistent that everyone who was not ill today had to be in the room before seating everyone so that he didn't have to get the chart out again if someone showed up late.

So, fifteen minutes passed of awkward silence with people looking as though they would rather be in Hell than this classroom before the teacher could finally take the register. There was no one really notable other than Robin, but she wasn't really in issue. The two of you hadn't bothered each other in years. Within minutes your name was called to seat at one of the back corner tables. A Cheshire cat grin appeared on your face, that was the absolute jackpot.

Happily seated, you began to unpack your notebook and pens, and then you felt the presence of someone sitting down next to you. You turned your face, getting ready to be polite and say hi, but then you saw it was Robin who was smiling sheepishly at you with a small blush on her cheeks. "Hey", you said rather bluntly whilst writing the date at the top of your notebook. "Hi", she replied with a chipper tone, making you frown slightly whilst writing, your friendship ended rather awkwardly and yet she sounded completely unaffected by said awkwardness.

A tight-lipped smile appeared on your face when you looked at her in response before the teacher called everyone's attention back to the front. The class went ahead with no problems thus far, the both of you just jotting notes down. Until the teacher asked for a small partner discussion of the topic for the rest of the class. Internally, you rolled your eyes. You didn't have a problem with Robin as a person, she seemed perfectly lovely to everyone with some interesting hobbies and a decent sense of humour. It's just that you didn't want her potentially being the same as when you were kids, by making you feel small, even if the chance of that was small, you had both grown up after all.

"So... do you have any thoughts first?", she hesitantly asked, sensing an awkward tension. You shook your head and looked at her, seeing that she was looking at you softly like she always did making you feel slightly bad that you were being so blunt with her. "Okay...", she again spoke hesitantly before voicing a few of her thoughts to try and prompt you to join in with the partnered discussion that you had been asked to do. Though when you still remained ever silent, occasionally nodding along with blank eyes she grimaced slightly internally. "Is there- is there a problem?".

"Huh?", you spoke for the first time in a while, and even then it was barely a word. Robin's lips quirked to the side in thought, "You've barely said a word to me, and you seem a bit- I don't know... annoyed?".

A sigh escaped your lips, only further proving Robin's suspicions about the situation. This wasn't really a topic that you would have liked to get into in class, but it wasn't as though you could dodge the question. "Look... you may think that it's petty for having a grudge from like middle school or whatever- but we were friends and then one day you just started being like, I don't know, mean? I get that it wasn't bullying or anything but you just teased me a lot and it seemed to amuse you so I guess I just don't feel all that comfortable right now...", you explained with a soft tone.

Robin's eyes widened with panic as her cheeks blushed a deep red, "Oh... oh shit. It all came off like I was being mean?". You nodded which only made her kick herself for being so stupid. "Sorry, that really wasn't my intent at all, I'm not good with complicated social stuff".

Your head tilted, "What was complicated, Rob? We were friends and then there just seemed to be a sudden switch".

She winced ever so slightly, clearly nervous about the next few words, but also wanting to clear the air with you. "Okay... you know how parents say when little boys like little girls they pull their pigtails? Which I do not condone that message by the way, but yeah in this case it was kinda... right".

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Robin had a little crush on you back when you were kids? It was kinda cute but also... she could have displayed it in a better manner, like picking you daisies on the field, not tripping you into a locker. "Do- do you still like me? Or was it just a middle school playground thing?".

Her head shook far too quickly for a natural response as she blurted out a no, causing a knowing smirk to appear on your face. "Uh huh... sure". Robin again blushed a deep red as her face scrunched up "...Would it bother you if I did?".

It took a moment to think about that, you played with the rings on your fingers to try and activate some brain cells into thinking. "I don't know. It's not really something I've ever thought of. I'm sorry". You felt bad, unrequited love was one of the worst things in the world. When she looked a bit like a kicked puppy at your confession you quickly jumped back in, placing a hand on her shoulder, "But it doesn't mean I can't start thinking about it, right? We haven't spoken properly in a while I feel like I don't know you as you are now, maybe we could I don't know... do like a trial date? If it goes well and we want to do another one it can be classed as the first one, and if not then we could be friends again. Sound okay?".

Robin's eyes lit up at you giving her a chance even after everything, "Yeah, sounds good. Sounds really good". You smiled with a smirk, "Okay, it's a date".

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The car ride to Scoops Ahoy was rather awkward at first. It was the first time that you had hung out with each other alone outside of school for almost a decade, so conversing with each other was not natural yet. But, it was the same as any other date with people that you don't know, it's always slightly awkward until you find common ground within some small talk to branch off of.

Robin was playing with the rings on her fingers as you drove, clearly anxious that the current silence meant that the whole thing was doomed to be a car crash. This was something that she had been wanting since she was a kid, now it was here she was terrified of it being ripped away as soon as she got it.

When getting out of the car in the carpark, you sent her a reassuring smile. She smiled back as you took your steps into the mall, no one speaking. Admittedly, this probably was the longest you had been without talking on a date before. "So... what kinda hobbies are you into lately?". A cliche piece of small talk but it seemed essential so that you didn't cry from the awkwardness.

Robin seemed pleasantly surprised and gave a shy smile, "I still do music, and I like to ride my bike to different places that are quiet and just... sit. Might sound sad or whatever but-".

"No, no", you interrupted, the corners of your lips twitching up slightly, "That's not sad, It's nice. Serenity, peace. It's needed sometimes". She nodded, again pleasantly surprised, "And what about you?".

"Me? I still adore reading, and collecting tapes because I can never ever sit in silence", you chuckle slightly, Robin mirroring you. Before you knew it you arrived at Scoops and ordered your sundaes. Now that the ice was broken, there was consistent chatter, even though most of it was still small talk. So far, you'd covered the bases of your favourite foods, colours, what movies you like, what jobs you'd like to do, what you'd been up to in your teen years. But then you ventured onto existential topics and discovered that you both liked scaring yourself shitless by thinking about all the unknown.

From there conversation was like child's play. Anything and everything was discussed, and you even got onto planning which countries you wanted to visit and started discussing what you'd do if you went together. Robin mentioned how she had always wanted to go to France, and you both enthusiastically spoke about all of the tourist attractions within Paris that you'd seen in travel guides.

In terms of a date, you thought that it was going very well, considering how you had to be subtle about it because of society being an ass. But there were a few times where you made sure to brush your hand with Robin's and smiled out how flustered she seemed to get. It was nice.

As you shrugged your jacket back onto your shoulders you spotted a hiring poster on the wall and chuckled, "You should apply to work here so you can afford to take me on more dates", you teased. She laughed along with you, but then your head tilted when she seemed to look at the poster again to look at the details. "So, there'll be another date?", she asked when the two of you began heading out.

"You want one?". She nodded eagerly and you smiled gently, "Then yes, there'll be another one". You got into your car and watched as she got into the passenger seat. You were about to turn the ignition key when she grasped your hand and looked at you with sincerity, "Thank you for giving me another chance".

A grin appeared on your lips as you slowly nodded, "You deserved one, you're alright I suppose", you shrugged with a small smirk as she placed a hand on her chest with fake hurt before you both burst out laughing as you pulled out of the parking space, laughing again when you spotted a Scoops Ahoy hiring flyer stuffed into her jacket pocket.

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lily-fics-11 · 3 months

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The Cynic and The Sweetheart

You are cynical about love but Robin, the hopeless romantic with a secret crush, tries to convince you that love is real.

Warnings: not beta read, cynicism, a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff, kissing/making out, revelations about sexuality

You enter Family Video, and your sort-of-friend Robin is behind the counter.

“Hey Y/N!” She seems happy to see you. You two run in different social circles but frequent the same parties and have classes together.

“Hey, how’s it going?” You ask with a smile.

“Good, I’m good. Are you looking for anything specific?”

“Not really, I’ve got nothing to do tonight so I figured I would watch a movie.” You sigh. Your best friend had said that she would hang out with you tonight but she bailed on you at the last minute to go on a date.

“Why don’t I help you pick something out,” Robin offers.

“That sounds great, thank you.” Even though it’s her job, you appreciate her taking the time to help you out after being blow off by your friend.

Robin heads down one of the rows of videos. You follow her until she stops scanning the shelves and pulls something out.

“Sixteen Candles” she says, holding the video out to you. “We just got it in, I saw it when it was in theatre, it was great.” You can tell she is a fan of the movie by the way she talks about it so you feel bad not accepting the video and rolling your eyes by accident.

“Robin, I appreciate your help, but I don’t think you know me well enough for this. In all honestly, I wouldn’t be caught dead watching a rom com.” Any of your close friends would know better than to recommend a rom com to you. You don’t blame Robin though, even though you were more than acquaintances you were not quite friends.

Robin looks shocked to say the least. “You don’t like rom coms? Who doesn’t like rom coms? Everyone loves rom coms!” She almost sounds offended.

“Me I guess. I’m just, not a fan, you know?”

“No, I don’t know. Like at all! I don’t get it, what’s not to love about romance and happy endings?” She is defending rom coms like her life depends on it.

“Because love is just a concept, Robin, it’s intangible!” You are just as defensive as she is.

“Love is absolutely real!” She seems very protective of this concept.

“Alright then, prove it to me,” you laugh knowing that making reality out of fiction is an impossible task.

“How am I supposed to prove it? I can’t just prove that love is real. Love and romance means something different for everybody. I wouldn’t know what the definition of love and romance would be for you, especially if you don’t even know it yourself. Haven’t you ever had a crush that makes your heart beat fast? Haven’t you ever felt the magic of falling for someone? Haven’t you ever had a perfect kiss? Haven’t you ever had someone look at you like you put the sun in the sky?” Robin is absolutely flabbergasted.

“No,” you just laugh more. “I’m still in high school. Isn’t it kind of intense? All of that at such a young age?”

“Well, I haven’t exactly experienced most of that myself. But I’ve read so many romance novels and watched so many movies and listened to so many love songs. Love just seems like something to strive for. It seems like falling in love would make the sun shine brighter,” Robin explains slightly in distress.

“Other people might have a definition of love, but I don’t. Because no one would ever feel that way about me, so I would never let myself feel that way about someone else. I understand that love is real for some people, but it’s just not real for me.” You try to clarify, stubbornly attempting to prove your point.

“I’m sorry.” Is all she has to say about that, looking like you just crushed her dreams.

“Why are you sorry?” You question.

“For starters, a life without the prospect of love is like a puzzle you can’t finish because there is a piece missing. But also because I can’t imagine what it’s like feeling as if no one could ever love you. I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. Not even my worst enemy, and you’re a good person.” She looks genuinely concerned about you.

“Don’t worry about me, Robin.” You laugh again, trying to make light of what has become a deep conversation “I’m just being realistic.”

“What if you’re not?” She suggests.

“What do you mean?” You are not exactly sure what she is trying to get at.

“Y/N, what if you’re not being realistic? What if there was someone out there who felt drawn to you? That would kiss you if they got the chance? What if there was someone who saw you for who you are, not even caring that you don’t believe in love, because they could see themselves falling for you?” She offers that all to you, reserved but hopeful.

“I don’t know, Robin. I’ve never really thought about it. I guess I just have faith in my assumptions.” You shake your head, trying not to let her into it. You never intended to have a philosophical conversation. You just wanted to watch a movie.

Robin puts the video back on the shelf and then takes a step towards you. You are not sure why, but you also don’t question it.

“Just play devil’s advocate for a minute. What if you found out that your assumptions were wrong? Would that be enough to sway your opinion?” Robin seems well intentioned but you really aren’t sure why she is bothering. What does she get out of this? She is, however, starting to make you think no matter how hard you are trying to resist.

You ponder over what could persuade you to view love and romance differently. You eventually come to the conclusion that “I guess I would need some proof, like an experience that made it tangible for me. I guess it would take someone genuinely liking me, or kissing me and actually meaning it. Not just any person could convince me. It would have to be real and special.”

“So what you are telling me is that if someone genuinely wanted to kiss you, they should do it?” She’s got an air of curiosity.

“I wouldn’t want someone to kiss me that I couldn’t see myself with. But I guess if I let someone close enough to kiss me, why not? Neither of us would have anything to lose.” You tell her all this hoping to have satisfied her curiosity. You expect this to be the end of the conversation. There is no one else to turn to and it’s not like she is going to romance you. And she is definitely not going to kiss you.

That imaginary prospect sparks something in you though. You had never really thought that much about kissing anyone because kissing boys seemed like the only option. But the new found option of kissing a girl, that is intriguing. Your head begins to spin.

Robin takes another step towards you, leaving less than a foot of space between you. She reaches out her hand to brush a piece of hair off of your face.

“Is this close enough?” She asks with a smirk. Robin seems to be testing the waters, as if she were following the steps you have given her. But that’s ridiculous. Right? You are just letting yourself get carried away. She’s only gotten inside your head to prove her point. Right?

There is something about the way that Robin looks at you that causes a fluttery feeling in your stomach that you’ve never felt before. It reminds you of the way people describe their first crush or first kiss.

But now you are met with Robin’s pretty face, beautiful smile, and, now that you are looking deeply into them, alluring blue eyes. Something about Robin and this conversation has practically changed the chemistry of your brain and triggered a part of your imagination that you didn’t know existed. You can hardly believe it. But god is she endearing. You’ve quickly come to the conclusion that if it were with a girl, kissing was something you were interested in. Especially if that girl was Robin, who has taken the time to challenge your cynicism in a way that no one else ever cared enough to.

“I… I… um. Yes. I would say that’s, um, close enough.” You squeak out nervously. Your heart is racing from the attention that no one has ever given you before. You feel drawn to her like a magnet.

“So you are sure, you wouldn’t mind if I…” Robin begins but you cut her off, taking another step so you two have mere inches between you. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Robin leans down towards you and you can feel her smile against your lips as she kisses you, as if she’s been waiting for this moment for a long time. At first you are both standing there a little awkwardly. But you just can’t seem to get enough of Robin. So you get as close to her as you can, your bodies pressed together, and you wrap your arms around her neck. She follows your lead and grabs your hips, clumsily at first but once her hands are settled in their position she tightens her grip. Robin was pulling you in as if she were trying to get closer despite the absence of space between you. Does she feel the same gravitational pull you feel towards her? The way that Robin holds you in place against her and insatiably kisses you starts a fire deep within you. You can tell that she really means it. She kisses you with an intention you didn’t know she had. You never imagined that another girl could make you feel this way.

You have no idea how much time had passed when you hear the door open. You and Robin quickly separate yourselves from one another and try to act casual. But you are unable to take your eyes off eachother or stop smiling.

“You know what Robin, I think I’ll take that movie,” you tell her nervously. Now that you have had this revelation about her she is making you nervous. Is this a crush? Is this more?

“Really?” She asks, sounding surprised and looking excited.

“I think you’ve started to convince me that romance is all that it’s cracked up to be.” She looks a little disappointed when you tell her that, “only started?”

You lean towards her and whisper in her ear with a smirk: “I think you should come over after work and watch this movie with me. You can finish proving your point.”

Robin’s jaw drops and her eyes go wide. She takes a moment to recollect herself.

“You will be a firm believer by the time I’m done with you.”

Thanks for reading, lmk what you think:)

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years

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Hi!! First, congratulations on the 300 followers, your stories are very good!!!

Second, can I ask prompt 26 with Robin x f! Reader? Maybe they were almost ended the relationship before and the reader got hurt trying to help. Or maybe not.... the choice is yours!

I just wanted some angst and fluff with a happy ending :)

THX xoxo

Heartbeat - Robin Buckley

Summary: Your relationship with Robin was wavering, and you couldn't help but think it was because of you.

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: mild SPOILERS for Season 4 Vol. 1, swearing, angst, fluff, injury, blood, miscommunication trope (rip sorry) kinda but not really

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Who knew that relationships could be perfect one second and rocky the next?

You weren’t quite sure when your relationship with Robin started to go downhill. Everything had been absolutely perfect. Sure, you had a shitty job at the local diner, and you were trying to work out how to defer your college acceptance for a year to wait for Robin to graduate, but you had the most amazing girlfriend.

You and Robin had first met when you called into Scoops Ahoy to see Steve, not expecting to see the most beautiful woman you’d ever laid eyes on.

The feeling had been mutual, because between her rambling and you stumbling over your words, you managed to ask her on a date and she had accepted.

That had been over a year ago now.

Now, you were crying in your room trying to work out where things went wrong. You couldn’t pinpoint a specific moment. You’d had your fair share of arguments together, but didn’t every couple?

Everything had begun to build up, and you weren’t sure if it there was any coming back from it.

At this point, you and Robin practically lived together. Your parents were always out of town, courtesy of them working with the Harringtons. So, that meant that the two of you could do whatever the hell you wanted all the time.

Your house was bigger than hers and it was closer to her work, which she loved. And she had said that living with you like this was just ‘practice for the real thing’.

But lately, you were feeling more and more like you lived by yourself.

Robin was coming over less and less, with what had started as her being over most nights, had dwindled down to maybe one or two nights a week if you were lucky.

Your job had been giving you less hours, too, so you noticed her absence more and more.

Like tonight, when you were supposed to be having an afternoon of movies, but she wasn’t there. You had waited two hours on the couch, the food you had cooked growing cold on the coffee table.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to eat.

By the third hour, you had started to cry.

By the fourth, you had gone up to your room.

It wasn’t until the sixth hour that the phone rang. You ignored it once, but it rang again, the shrill noise splitting your eardrums.

You reached over to the phone on your bedside and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me.” You could barely hear her over the sound of people cheering. “Hey, listen, I’m still at Lucas’s game and the gang are going out afterwards, so I won’t be home tonight.”

Home. That should have made your heart flutter, but instead it filled you with an unbearable sadness that she hadn’t been home for three days.

“Yeah, OK.” You didn’t have it in you to fight about it now.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, and the tears began to form again.

“Nothing,” you managed, palming your nose to try and stop the tears. “I’ll see you later?”

“I have work tomorrow, so probably Thursday?”

You frowned. “You aren’t coming over tomorrow night? I thought—”

The crowd surged from the gym, and she said, “Hey, babe, I’ll talk to you later, yeah? Lucas is off the bench.”

And then came the monotonous beeps to signal she had hung up.

Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t mentioned that it was Lucas’s game that night. Maybe it was the fact that you weren’t invited to the after-game hang out.

But what stung the most was that she had forgotten you. And it was beginning to feel a lot like she was doing it on purpose.

That had been four days ago, and while you had been with Robin these past few days trying to help Eddie Munson, you wouldn’t exactly call it quality time together. There was a weird tension between the two of you. Like waiting for a bomb to go off, and you had no idea why it was even detonated in the first place.

When you had gone with the group to Skull Rock, you had reached for her hand, which she took, but she shook you off as soon as she could.

That had nearly been your breaking point.

Then you had held your hand out to help her into the boat, but she opted to use Steve and Eddie instead.

And when Steve decided to check out the Watergate and then proceeded to get pulled under, Robin had only looked at you once when you said, “No, Robin, please don’t.” And then she fell backwards into the dark water.

At every single opportunity, she chose someone else.

And you knew that it was only a matter of time before she chose someone else to love.

But for right now, you had bigger problems.

Not only were you frantically running after Steve, Eddie, Nancy, and Robin after jumping in headfirst after your girlfriend through a gate to the upside down, but you were desperately trying to hold together what felt like your entire leg.

While trying to help Steve, one of the bats had used its teeth and claws to grip your thigh, and when you finally managed to pull it off, it had felt like it took half of your skin with it.

You pressed your hand further against the gashes. Skull Rock was so close, and when you reached it, you collapsed onto a freestanding stone, leaning against the large boulder.

Steve was hissing in pain when Nancy tied a piece of her shirt around his stomach.

Your head felt light, but you fought through the pain to check on Robin. She seemed fine, she wasn’t limping or gasping in pain. She was rambling to Steve about rabies. That alone had some of the tension easing from your shoulders. She was fine.

“Hey, are you good?” Eddie asked, siding up beside you.

You opened your mouth to answer when you coughed and the pain that shot through your leg made you yelp and press into your thigh harder.

Eddie caught it and moved your hand away to reveal the blood staining your pants and skin. “Holy shit! Guys!”

Your head was spinning at that point, just trying your best not to pass out.

You could faintly hear the others crowding you, but you didn’t care about any of it until Robin kneeled in front of you, her hands on either side of your head, forcing you to look at her.

She was saying something, and you squinted your eyes at her lips. “Are you insane? Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice was shrill as she tried to move your hands away to see what she could do. “How did this happen?”

“It’s just a scratch,” you mumbled.

“You’re bleeding profusely.”

“I didn’t want to bother you.”

She gripped your hand. “You’re my girlfriend.” The way she said it seemed like that was an answer, but really, it left you with more questions. Ones that your spaced-out mind couldn’t form into complete sentences. “You’re never a bother.” Maybe it was the blood loss combined with the high stress environment, but at that moment, you believed her.

You could also see the way her breath was starting to hitch as she began to hyperventilate. “Hey.” You grabbed her hand and pulled it to your chest, not caring about the blood she painted there. “Feel my heartbeat. I’m OK.”

Her hand was cold, but you held it there, her breaths slowly coming down to normal. But as she came down, you went sky high. Your dizziness became worse, the mind fog taking over.

She slipped off the leaf print shirt she had over her plain shirt and started tearing it, wrapping it around your leg to try and stem the bleeding and hold your ruined flesh together. “Love, you need to lift it for me.”

The pet name falling from her lips had you smiling, despite the pain. You were delirious. “Love,” you murmured, leaning back into the rock face again. “You never call me love anymore.” She pulled the makeshift torniquet tighter and you groaned, leaning forward until you were eye level. “Do you call someone else love instead?”

Her brows furrowed instantly, frown etched deep on her face. “What?”

You hummed, reaching out and playing with a lock of her hair, winding it between your fingers. You felt like you were floating. “I know that you don’t love me anymore. I just…wish I knew what I did.”

The logical, semi-conscious side of your brain was screaming; it was screaming because you knew that you would never have said the words out loud to her under any other circumstances.

When you look back into her eyes, she looked like she was going to cry. “Robin!” you said abruptly. “Don’t cry.” You patted her cheek with your hand as you dropped her hair.

“Hey, Eddie?” she called, ignoring you completely. “Can you help me get her to Nancy’s?”

You couldn’t remember getting to Nancy’s more than the brief flashes of nearly falling over, Eddie and Robin stabilising you.

By the time you reached the Wheeler’s street, you had started to gain your consciousness back. You were walking straight, your arm slung over Eddie’s shoulder to take some of the pressure off your leg. Robin walked just in front of you, making sure you didn’t step on the hive-mind-vines. She hadn’t said anything to you the whole walk.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” Robin asked Nancy as you entered her house.

Nancy directed her to the bathroom and Robin took you from Eddie, depositing you onto the closed toilet seat before spinning to the cabinet and pulling out the box.

She fumbled through it, gathering bandages and an antiseptic.

“Robin?” you called softly, but she didn’t respond. She just gathered the items she’d collected and knelt before you.

“This is going to hurt, and I’m sorry in advance,” she said finally, only briefly glancing at you before undoing the shirt and letting it fall to the ground. You hissed and clenched your jaw, gripping the outside of your leg.

She didn’t give you any time to get ready as she poured the antiseptic on and started wrapping the bandages around your thigh. Tears sprang to your eyes, and you bit your lip so hard you thought it would bleed. Which was just what you needed. More blood loss.

When she was done, she stood up, letting her fingers run over the bandages to ensure they were secure.

The gesture was so tiny, but it had you crying in earnest.

Robin looked at you then. Everything was muted by the darkness, but her eyes still shone in the way you loved, even as they roamed your face. You could feel her winding up to start shooting questions, her leg bouncing as she stood in place.

“What you said earlier…” she started. “What did you mean?”

Even though you had been waiting for this moment for weeks, it still had a pit of dread opening up in your gut. This was it.

“What part?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the part where you said I don’t love you anymore.” The words were icy, and you had only been on the receiving end of them once before.

You didn’t know where to start. You didn’t want to have this conversation.

Robin knew you too well. “Oh, we are definitely hashing this out now,” she said, leaning back against the sink behind her. “What did you mean?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

You sighed, the pain and frustration building inside you to an astronomical level. “Robin, I’m tired of you forgetting about me. I’m so sick of feeling like you don’t care about me, like our relationship isn’t worth your time.” You swiped at your cheeks. “If you…if you aren’t in love with me anymore, just tell me. Because I can’t keep pretending to be OK with being second.” Your voice broke, and you could only attempt to steel yourself for the oncoming heartbreak.

But Robin didn’t say anything straight away, she fell to her knees between your legs, careful to avoid your thigh. She reached out and placed her hands on either side of your face, just like she always did, just because you liked it.

“Love, where are you getting this from?”

“You’re never home anymore,” you said, trying your best to ignore the way your heart raced being this close to her. “You…you missed our movie marathon, and you didn’t invite me.” It sounded pathetic now that you said it aloud, but Robin brushed her thumbs over your cheekbones.

She had a guilty look on her face. “I’m so sorry I missed our movie marathon, Y/N. I did forget about it with the stupid pep rally and Lucas being all excited. I’m so sorry.”

You caught a glimpse of tears in her eyes as she looked down.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. At all. I was…trying to do it for you,” she admitted.

It was your turn to be confused. “What? Why would I want that?”

She removed her hands from your face, placing them in her lap. “I—I saw the acceptance letter. For college. And your response letter to defer. I know you want to go, and I thought that if I could try and distance myself, maybe you would just do it instead of being held down by me here.”

You couldn’t stop the painful way your heart squeezed. “Robin, I want to defer because I want to wait for you. It’s because I want to wait until you’ve graduated, so that we could make that decision together. You know that I only applied for colleges to please my parents. I don’t feel held down by you, Robin Buckley, I just want to do these milestones with you.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her eyes clouded with tears. “I’m sorry, I—that’s literally the cutest thing anyone has ever said to me. I don’t—”

You cut her off with a kiss, and she melted into it, but pulled away after a second.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, and you kissed her quiet.

“Stop apologising, my love.”

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almost (sweet music) ; robin buckley.

track two of WASTELAND, BABY!

pairing ; robin buckley x harrington!f!reader

synopsis ; five instances robin fell in love with you just a bit more.

words ; 3.7k

themes ; fluff, mild angst

warnings / includes ; profanity, reader is steve's sister, mild season four spoilers, brief description of injury, one kiss (!!!), lots of seventies/eighties movies, eddie LIVES bcs fuck the suffer bros, steve being annoying but we love him, it's a gay mess in there folks :D two awkward lovesick lesbians <3

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“Back again, nerd?” your brother called out from behind the counter of Home Video, cocking an eyebrow at you as he splayed his palms over the smooth surface. His elbow knocked against the metal rack of snacks just to the side, brightly-colored boxes of Raisinets and Goobers toppling to the ground.

Barely holding back a snort, you stuck your tongue out at him. ��I’m not helping you pick those up. And I’m not here for you. I finished Footloose, so I’m in the mood for something a bit more on the darker side.”

Steve glared at you as he shuffled around the counter, grumpily picking up the boxes from the floor. “Over there,” he bit out, dumping the Raisinets back on the counter with a derisive huff before using his head to beckon towards the back of the store. “Horrors and thrillers are near the back. Robin’s doing inventory, go ask her what’s available.”

Your heart seemed to crawl into your throat at his words, and you managed a tight nod, swiveling on your heel to make your way to the back.

The store was dimly lit with few overhead lights the color of molten honey, accompanied by the neon red signs littered around the store. Your teeth worried on your bottom lip upon seeing the back of Robin’s head pop up from an aisle over.

“Hey Robin,” you said, which startled a small noise of shock out of her. Her head whipped around, eyes blown wide open.

“Oh my God, you scared the crap outta me!” she spoke over the shelf of films. “You really know how to sneak up on a person, huh?”

A wince fell from your lips. “Sorry. Steve told me you could fix me up with a couple watches. Anything with horror or action would be great.”

“Yeah, for sure. We’ve got Terminator, The Exorcist, Scarface, Star Wars, Jaws, Mad Max, Nightmare on Elm Street… any of those seem interesting? I personally recommend the last one if you’re in for a good spook. Plus Nancy Thompson in that movie is super—” She abruptly paused in her words, staring at you with owlish eyes.

You tilted your head. “Super…?”

Scratching the back of her neck, she slowly winced out, “Super, uh, cool. Love her character.” She fumbled for a moment on her side before handing the movie’s sleeve to you over the aisle.

A gentle smile graced the corner of your lips as you observed the cover art. “I’ll let you know what I think.”

“Yeah!” she blurted out, a bit louder than she meant to be. Rouge dusted over the freckles on her cheeks. She started walking around the aisle to make her way over to you, another movie clutched between her fingers. Before she could even think to stop herself, the words were already tumbling from her mouth, “I mean it doesn’t have much action or horror but one of my favorites is this one called E.T. You should totally watch it, one of my all-time favorites now. I know it seems absurd, your brother tells me I’m a lunatic, but I believe UFOs a hundred percent exist. The universe is just so big, you know? There’s gotta be aliens somewhere out there. Now, I’m not completely bonkers, I don’t believe in stuff like the Jersey Devil—though I’m on the fence with Bigfoot. Big hairy ape-like creatures living in the mountains doesn’t seem too absurd, right? Oh God, I’m talking too much. Am I talking too much? I should shut up. God, this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m saying all this.”

You stood there, smile just about permanently etched into your lips as you listened to her endearing rambles. “No, no, it’s nice,” you said quietly, a stark juxtaposition to her lively chatter. “I like hearing you talk. It’s very insightful.”

The genuine surprise that flooded Robin’s features made your heart break just slightly. How many times has she been told to be quiet and keep her thoughts to herself? You gently took the second movie from her, your fingertips grazing her own.

A quiet, awkward silence filled the space between you, and you scuffed your shoe against the wooden floors before jerking your head to Steve trying to balance a pencil between his nose and mouth. “Thanks for the recommendations, Robin. I’m sure I’ll love them. Make sure my brother doesn’t torture some poor girl into going on a date with him.”

A chuckle bubbled in her throat. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure he’s hit a decade-long dry spell—and believe me, celibacy makes him very cranky. I can assure you, that is not fun to deal with.” Robin paused for a moment when you started cracking up with laughter, her stomach squirming with glee. “See you later! Or, maybe not. I hope I do. But if I don’t, that’s fine too, I—I’m doing it again. Shit.”

You wrinkled your nose in amusement, and Robin felt like she was going to spontaneously combust into flames. Did you have to be so cute?

“I’ll definitely be back sometime soon. See you later!” you said before turning on your heel. Pausing at the end of the aisle, you looked over your shoulder one last time. “Oh, and, for the record, I think you’re right. Our universe is way too big for there not to be any aliens.”

With that, you strode out of the store, flipping Steve the middle finger and high-fiving Dustin who was just making his way inside.

Robin’s feet were planted to the same spot, her eyes fixated on nothing in particular as she replayed your conversation in her head over and over again. A silly smile had plastered itself over her mouth.

Shit. This wasn’t good. She wasn’t into her best friend’s sibling, was she? No, that was just absurd.

You did have a really pretty smile, though.

The Harrington’s doorbell trilled faintly when Robin pressed her finger on the round button. Not even a full second passed by before she pushed on it twice more, tapping her foot against the welcome mat with impatience. Absent-mindedly, she tucked a strand of her short, mousy hair behind her ear—it’d recently been trimmed; partially due to the heat of summer approaching, and partially because Robin knew she’d get back into the nervous habit of chewing on her hair if it got too long.

Finally, the door swung open.

But it wasn’t Steve who greeted her, it was you.

You, with that curious smile Robin had grown so fond of. You, with your multi-hued checkered button down that was far too large for you. You, with a birthmark she’d never noticed before just beside the corner of your eye that Robin wanted to kiss so very badly—

“Hi, Robin,” you said, effectively snapping her out of her reverie. “Are you here for my brother?”

It took her a good second to swallow down the lump in her throat and croak out, “Yeah! Yeah, is he here? See, we’re supposed to go to the arcade today but he told me the arcade isn’t a fun place to hang out anymore, which he only says because I absolutely demolish him in every game we play. So, I’m not so sure, we might be going somewhere else. I’m running my mouth again, aren’t I?”

“It’s fine,” you waved her off with an easy shrug before she could apologize. “I finished Nightmare on Elm Street, by the way. It was really fun! And you were right, Nancy Thompson is super cool in this one. The actress is gorgeous.”

You felt a sudden scuff on your shoulder, Steve’s face appearing only inches away from yours, twisted into a sneer. “Who’s gorgeous? Me?”

“Get off me,” you barked lowly, shoving him away with a palm flat against his cheek. “And none of your business.”

Steve reached over to muss your hair, and you fruitlessly attempted to duck out of his reach, but his damned long arms managed to twist you over and rub his fist over the crown of your head. “Stop, you’re such an ass!” you hissed out, grabbing his thumb to bite down on it.

Robin watched with amusement as Steve yowled out a string of profanities, jumping back and wiping his finger down his jacket. He glanced over at her before saying, “You know, Y/N has a bunch of posters of actresses she likes. One of Jessica Lange, another of… Jennifer Beals, was it? Oh, and one of Carrie Fisher in that Star Wars movie! In a bikini.”

Eyebrows raised in surprise, Robin swiveled her gaze to you just in time to see your scowl deepen, fist colliding with Steve’s bicep with a satisfying smack. “Shut up, you dickhead! Oh my God!”

You threw your hands up in exasperation, briefly shooting Robin an apologetic look before swiveling on your heel and storming away.

“Bye, Y/N!” Robin called over Steve’s cackling shoulder. “That was uncalled for,” she said to her friend, who had righted himself whilst swinging the car keys around his pointer finger. “Great taste in actresses, though.”

Mirth danced in Steve’s eyes. He unlocked his car, clambering into the driver’s seat. “You have my approval, by the way,” he commented as soon as Robin swung in.

The brunette quirked an eyebrow upwards with confusion. “Huh? Approval for what?”

Steve snorted. “If you wanna date Y/N, you have my approval. I say go for it.”

Uncharacteristically, Robin stayed quiet, her mind moving a million miles a minute. If Steve looked over, he probably would’ve seen steam coming out of her ears.

“It’s clear she’s into boobies, too.”

Robin’s heart lurched into her throat. Hollowing her cheeks for a moment, she leaned back into the carseat and shot him a half-hearted glare.

“God, Steve, don’t say boobies!”

A gush of cold air from inside Family Video greeted you as you pushed open the glass door, sheepishly grinning when Robin’s head snapped upwards, a surprised grin flourishing over her face.

“Hey, Y/N! How may I assist you on this fine day?”

You leaned over the counter and slid E.T. towards her. For a second, Robin seemed mortified, carefully studying your expression for any sign of aversion to the film.

“I liked it,” you reassured her, smoothing your hands down your shirt, exhaling a shallow breath. Damn it, you couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous. “I was hoping you could recommend something similar! Turns out I’m more into sci-fi than I thought. I never really explored the genre outside of Star Wars, to be honest.”

“Of course!” Robin twisted to snatch a long sheet of laminated paper. “This is a catalogue of all the films we got in here. Pretty stacked—listed in alphabetical order, and the genres are color-coded. Blue for science fiction… right there. I mean, I’d personally recommend Westworld and Alien. Those are classics you can’t miss out on.”

The way your eyes widened as you peered over the list, accompanied by your slightly-parted lips and your nearly intoxicating citrus-scented perfume made Robin’s head spin in the best of ways. Subconsciously, she leaned over closer, the sleeve of her striped tee brushing your arm.

“I’ve heard Westworld is really good,” you said, looking upwards, mildly surprised to see Robin’s face only inches away from yours. Blinking, you managed a nervous smile before continuing, “Would you, uhm, be willing to rewatch it?”

Robin’s eyebrows inched closer to her hairline in thought. “Westworld? Yeah, I haven’t watched it in a long while. Would be nice to revisit.”

“Sorry, let me rephrase.” You internally cursed when your voice cracked, and you straightened your spine before stiffly asking, “Would you be willing to rewatch it… with me?”

It took around ten seconds for Robin’s malfunctioning brain to piece together the implications of your original question and it dawned on her that you were asking her out. You were asking her out.

Holy fucking shit.

“Yes!” she blurted out, leaning even closer in her fervor. This close, she could see the tint of your shiny lip gloss, the roiling hues of your eyes, the small, faded scar on the side of your jaw. You were whittled from pure angel’s light, she was nearly sure of it—clementine in aroma, tangerine in joy, marigold in joy. Robin wanted all of you.

The softest of beams canvased itself across your visage. “Perfect. How does this weekend at my place sound?”

“Perfect,” Robin breathily parroted. God, she wanted to kiss you so very badly. “Even if I had plans, I’d cancel ‘em just for this. There’s no way I’m missing out on rewatching Westworld. Nothing like gun-slinging robot cowboys to kick off the weekend. What should I bring?”

You puckered your lips to the side in thought. “Just you,” you said after a short moment, so quiet that it just barely bordered on whispering.

Her mouth twitched upwards in amusement, mirth dancing amongst the sapphire of her bright irises. “That, I can do.”

“So remind me what we’re making again?” Robin asked as she pushed the cart along.

Your fingers skimmed along the shelves, muttering the labels under your breath until you abruptly stopped. “Molotov cocktails. They’re easy to make, and can do a lot of damage in a short amount of time—let’s just hope Vecna isn’t fireproof. Here, we’re gonna need around four of these jugs of kerosene. Actually, make it five. A little extra won’t hurt.”

Robin helped you load the cart, her eyes trained on you as you pulled out a crumpled list of ingredients from your pocket. “So what’s all this kerosene for?”

“It’s highly flammable—so we’re filling up as many fragile bottles as we can and sticking rags into ‘em to light up when the time comes. Gotta be careful with this stuff though, if it gets too hot, it might just catch on fire and our supply would dry out.”

“Right,” Robin piped up, following after you with a dazed smile. “You’re really smart, you know that?”

For a second, you froze in place, heat flourishing over your cheeks. “Thanks,” you grunted out, pointedly avoiding her gaze so she wouldn’t see your evidently flustered features.

The two of you left the store hurriedly once Nancy spotted Jason by the gun rack. Nearly half an hour later, you were outside the RV with your brother and Robin, filling the umpteenth bottle with kerosene. Your nerves were practically alight on fire, anxiety clawing away at your insides at the prospect of coming face to face with Vecna—but you managed not to break down into a panicked mess. It was the last thing any of you needed right now.

“I gotta go take a leak,” Steve announced unceremoniously as he hefted himself onto his feet, glancing down at the two of you. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

As he trudged away, you could feel Robin’s eyes shift back onto you. “Y’know, I usually consider myself to be more of a glass half-full kind of person. But…” she bit down on her tongue, forcing her gaze away when you quirked an eyebrow at her.

“But…?”

“I don’t know, I just… I don’t know if we’re going to make it out of this one.”

You tightly pursed your lips at her words, setting down an almost-empty jug of kerosene onto the grass. Boldly, you moved your hands to shift on top of Robin’s knuckles, your thumbs stroking comforting circles into her skin.

“Look, I’m not very good at comforting people—that’s honestly more of Steve’s thing, so bear with me here. Even if this is gonna be the end of the world… I’m glad I’m gonna be by your side when it happens. Besides,” you added, shrugging just slightly with a mild smile twitching at the corner of your mouth, “I always imagined the end of the world to include an alien invasion of some sorts so… I guess this is something of an upgrade.”

An amused snort erupted from Robin and she tossed her head back to laugh full-bellied chuckles. You slipped your hands away from hers so you could get back to work. “It’s a shame we never got around to watching Westworld. A lot’s happened since then, huh? Feels like that was years ago.”

A twinge of sadness splayed over your chest. “Yeah,” you breathed out.

“Would’ve loved to go to England or something before I died,” she hummed absentmindedly as she grabbed another rag to stuff into the glass bottle. “Maybe Greece. Oh, Japan! There’s so many places I’d love to visit. What about you? Do you have any dream destinations?”

“I’d love to go to New Zealand,” you postulated, unscrewing the cap of another kerosene jug.

“Yeah?” asked Robin with a curious lilt to her tone.

You bobbed your head once. “Yeah. It’s quiet there… tucked away at the corner of the world. Away from everything. Gorgeous scenery, too.”

“That does sound nice,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip in thought. “Don’t think I’d have any money for those trips though—at least not if I decide to keep working at Home Video for the rest of my life.”

“I like that you work there,” you put forth without thinking. “Movies made a good reason for me to come and talk to you.”

The grin that flourished over her lips made your stomach turn over with nerves. “You know, in the beginning, I thought you hated me. You’d never talk to me whenever I came over.”

“I was intimidated,” you admitted, wrinkling your nose at the memory. “You were a pretty girl that was friends with Steve. I think I just assumed the worst.”

“Your brother’s a good friend.” She took extra care to emphasize that last word. “But you? Unclear. I mean, it’s totally okay for it to be unclear right now. Besides, it’s not really the time to—”

“It doesn’t have to be unclear,” you interrupted a second too quickly, before wincing at your initial vigor.

Surprise painted itself crimson over the freckled canvas of her face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, sending her a shy smile.

Robin could only beam back dopily, muttering out a dazed, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool,” beneath her breath. Then, she tacked on, “I really, really like you. If that wasn’t clear yet.”

Before you could vocalize your reciprocation, Steve rounded the corner of the RV, throwing his hands up into the air and exclaiming in exasperation, “Finally! Took the two of you long enough. Jesus, I thought I’d have to lock you guys in a room together or something.”

Hawkins High was transformed into a makeshift shelter after the ‘earthquake’ that Vecna caused. You were hunched over on a medical stretcher, head throbbing from the healing gash on the side of your head. The memory of dried crimson caking the expanse of your cheek lingered in the back of your mind—you had used an alcohol wipe to gently clean the wound, tears stinging the corner of your eyes from the burn. There was also a temporary brace fixed over your badly sprained ankle—an injury you acquired when hacking away at the tentacle-like vines suffocating you and your friends.

Despite your battered state, you still tried helping out, sorting through a couple boxes of clothes beside your brother, who wore an expression of clear concern, constantly mother-henning you into taking a break when that was the very last thing you wanted.

“Okay, okay, you can sort through these,” Steve relented, rolling his eyes with an exasperated huff. “But you stay sitting. You hear me?”

“Fine!” you snapped back, before biting down on your tongue and shaking your head. “Thanks, Steve.”

Your older brother shot you an indiscernible look, before bending down at the waist and planting a firm kiss onto the top of your head, mussing your hair slightly when he righted himself back up.

The sound of Robin’s voice appearing by your side made a startled noise fall from your throat. “Hey, guys!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” Steve asked, using his head to beckon to the empty food station.

Faint pink canvassed over Robin’s freckled cheeks. “Yeah, I’m just taking a five minute break—I’ve made enough PB and J sandwiches to last a lifetime. Maybe you should go on a break, too.” She glared at him pointedly, clearing her throat whilst using her eyes to gesture to Dustin and Eddie at the other end of the school gym.

Steve wrinkled his nose. “Just say you want to be alone with my sister and go! Jeez, you don’t need to be so cryptic.” The two of you snickered as he grumbled under his breath, folding up the last in his box before clapping Robin on the shoulder and heading off to Dustin, who beckoned him over with a wide grin.

“You alright?” Robin asked, voice suddenly far more tender, gazing across your tired features with a tender expression. “How’s the foot? And the head? Man, you really… really took a beating there, huh? I have to admit, I was genuinely scared that was the last time I’d see you.”

“I’m okay, I think,” you admitted, shifting slightly so she could sit beside you on the edge of the bleachers with a pained grunt. Robin took a seat, her arm pressed right against yours. She was warm, so very warm, and your sleepy eyes grew hooded with exhaust. “Considering we all almost died.”

A comfortable silence stretched over the two of you, a blanket of security and trust, unspoken feelings.

“I never got to say it,” you mumbled drowsily, the uninjured side of your head dropping to rest onto her shoulder. Robin’s arm went around your back, clutching you to her side with a pleasant hum. She couldn’t help but notice just how nicely you fit against her. “I really, really like you, too.”

Your head lifted just for a moment to get a good look at her expression, which had gotten considerably softer, her bright eyes flickering down to glance at your lips for a moment. You dipped your head once as if to give her the green light—that you wanted her to kiss you.

And she did.

The kiss wasn’t like how they described kisses to be in the movies. There were no fireworks, no explosive passion, no feverish desperation. Only bumping noses and gentle smiles. And it was utterly perfect.

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An idea that popped in my head before bed. I hope you guys enjoy it! Been a bit since I've written my own Robin idea so I hope it's worth the read 🫶🏻🩷

Robin writes a love note for Vickie but accidentally puts it in Readers locker

Wrong locker

Robin has been trying to figure out the best way to confess her feelings to Vickie. Robin figured since she couldn't even speak a word to the pretty redhead in general, writing down her feelings would be best. But Robin didn't want to sound like a crazy stalker so she settled for a simple love note.

Robin took a deep breath as she walked to Vickie's locker, she slipped the pink paper in the small cracks. She held her breath as the note dropped in. The sound of the bell had her racing to the other side of the hallway. She tried to look busy but kept her eye on the locker.

She smiled as Vickie walked up, but her stomach dropped when she noticed Vickie was opening the locker next to the one with the note. Robin panicked, whose locker was the note in?

Fear filled Robin's bones as Y/N walked up. The girl's atmosphere was terrifying. Her leather jacket smelled of cigarettes and perfume. Her healed black boots echoed down the halls. Her tight jeans framed her body along with her tight band T-shirt. She was intimating, and she liked to be. Her sharp eyes glared at anyone who looked at her. A snarl on her lips if anyone bothered to talk near her.

Robin felt like she wanted to die when Y/N opened her locker, the pink note falling to Y/N's feet. Robin prayed she wouldn't pick it up, maybe stomp on it and move on.

But no, Y/N picked up the note. Robin was stuck in her spot, she needed to run but she couldn't move.

Y/N tried to keep the smile off her face. No one has seen her smile and that wasn't going to change. But she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter at the sweet note. She knew she was intimidating and scared people off. But she's never had someone see her in such a romantic way.

She knew of Robin Buckley, the cute bandgirl. Y/N played on the volleyball team and the band always played at their games. Was Robin watching her the whole time?

Y/N put the note in her pocket, closing her locker. She turned around to walk to class when she spotted Robin staring. Once they made eye contact, Robin looked down at her shoes.

Please don't walk up to me

Please please please

"Hey Buckley," Y/N's voice ran shivers up Robin's spine. She gulped and looked up. Y/N stood in front of her, her confident frame stood tall.

"I'm sorry! The note was-" Robin went to explain what happened but Y/N cut her off.

"The note was very sweet. Thank you, it made my day. I'll call you." Y/N said, a smirk on her face as she took in Robin's nervous frame.

Robin didn't dare to breath until Y/N strutted off.

~~~

"And turns out it was the wrong locker!" Robin explained, her voice wavering between pitches. Her nervous hands were shaking as she told the story to Steve.

Steve nodded along with his arms crossed. Robin tended to talk throughout their shifts and not do any work. So Steve picked up the slack. But the place was dead so gossip time took full attention.

"Whose did it end up in?" Steve asked, he uncrossed his arms as he reached to grab his drink.

"Y/N."

Steve's eyes went wide and his water flew out of his mouth. Steve was a grade above Y/N throughout high school, and even he was terrified of her. He prayed he'd never run into her after graduation. Her sneer and hard eyes kept him up at night. He still has nightmares about the day he ran into her, his hot coffee staining her shirt. Steve could almost feel the bruises on his cheek forming again.

"You're fucked!" Steve said.

"Dingus! Don't you think I know that? She said she was going to call me! What the hell do I do?" Robin panicked.

"Maybe she won't call you! Let's not stress about anything yet." Steve said

~~~

Robin sighed in relief when she crawled into bed, not a single phone call from Y/N. Maybe Y/N just wanted to make Robin nervous and never planned to do anything about the note.

Ring

Robin gulped as she picked up the phone, she hoped more than anything that Steve was calling about his lame date.

"Sorry, gorgeous. Volleyball went very late." Y/N's voice traveled through the phone, and it still made Robin nervous.

"It's okay." Robin gulped, her fingers playing with the telephone cord.

"I know this place downtown, maybe Friday night after the game, we can go?"

Robin tried to say no, all she had to do was explain the mix-up. But she was scared of Y/N's reaction. One date couldn't hurt, maybe Y/N would realize how boring Robin was and wouldn't be interested.

~~~

Robin packed up her instrument, talking with Vickie about the game. Robin tried her best to keep the conversation going.

"Ready gorgeous?" Y/N asked. Robin couldn't help but blush at the nickname being said to her face. Y/N was sweaty and panting from the game, and Robin couldn't help but find it hot.

"Yeah just gotta pack up." Robin rushed out, her eyes meeting Y/N's for one quick second.

"Okay. I'm going to change then I'll meet you in the parking lot?" Y/N suggested. Robin nodded and felt the air return to her lungs when she walked away.

"What's going on?" Vickie asked, she didn't bother to hide how shocked she was.

"She kinda asked me out." Robin shrugged.

"Oh, cool," Vickie said, but Robin couldn't help but notice how displeased Vickie looked about the news. Was she jealous?

~~~

Robin tried not to stare at Y/N as they walked into the bar, but Y/N looked hot in her tight black jeans, tank top, and signature leather jacket. Robin tried to ignore how sweaty her palms were.

Robin was confused about why they'd go to a bar when they weren't of age, but Y/N knew the bartender it seemed. Y/N walked to the back booth, near a pool table.

Y/N had a beer and Robin had an iced tea. Y/N made good conversation and Robin was surprised by the things they had in common. Robin found herself enjoying Y/N's presence.

A few hours passed and Robin swung her feet as Y/N played pool. Robin didn't know how to play and she did not want to look like an idiot in front of Y/N.

"Come here and just try!" Y/N encouraged, she's been trying to get Robin to play for the last hour. But Robin kept shaking her head.

Y/N gave up on convincing Robin, instead, she'd make Robin do it.

Robin gulped as Y/N grabbed her hand and lifted her off the stool.

"No, I'm not any good!" Robin tried but Y/N shushed her. Y/N placed the stick in Robin's hand, stood behind her, and corrected her form. Robin couldn't help but feel slightly turned on as Y/N's body was pressed against her back. The feeling of Y/N's breath against her ear, and Y/N's arms wrapped around her, made Robin feel fuzzy.

Robin took a deep breath, letting Y/N guide her to hit the small white ball. Robin watched as the stick hit the ball, it rolled and rolled until it smacked into a red ball, disappearing into the corner.

"You did it!" Y/N cheered, Robin couldn't help but get lost in her dazzling smile. At that moment Y/N didn't seem so scary and intimidating. She looked beautiful and happy.

~~~

A few weeks passed and Robin cursed herself for leading Y/N on. Robin couldn't help but be swept up in all the dates and how special Y/N made her feel. It made Robin wonder why she never looked at Y/N in the first place.

But Robin was tugged between Vickie as well. The girl the note was made for. It seemed Vickie was jealous of all the dates between Robin and Y/N. Robin remembered the hard look in Vickie's eyes when she showed up in Y/N's jacket.

"Are you cold?" Y/N asked, her hand laced with Robin's as they walked through the carnival. Robin wore a thin long sleeve, not expecting the wind to be chilly.

"No, I'm fine!" Robin argued, but the shivering of her teeth and tight shoulders gave her up.

Y/N smiled and took off her jacket, placing the warm leather over Robin's shoulders. Immediately lacing their hands together again.

A jacket Robin still hasn't given back. She wore it every day to school. To make Vickie jealous? Or to have pride she got Y/N to go soft? She wasn't sure.

She felt torn between both girls.

~~~

"Do you like her?" Steve asked, he felt bad for the situation Robin got herself in.

"I think so? But I don't know if I like her because she makes Vickie jealous." Robin explained. She was stuck in her personal hell.

"Well if Vickie's jealous, it means she has feelings for you. So you have your answer. Vickie is interested and single. Do you want to go after her? Or stay with Y/N?"

"I think I want Vickie. I mean the note was meant for her but I'm afraid if Y/N finds out the note was for Vickie, she'll snap me in half " Or maybe she was worried it would snap Y/N in half.

~~~

Robin sat across Y/N as she sipped on a milkshake. Robin's stomach hurt too much to enjoy the sweetness.

"Are you okay? You look like you might be sick." Y/N said, her milkshake pushed to the side as she reached across for Robin's hand. Robin gulped as Y/N's soft thumb rubbed her skin.

Just say it, Robin repeated in her head. She needed to tell the truth before Y/N truly fell for Robin.

"I need to tell you something," Robin said, her free hand gripping the leather jacket by her lap. Y/N encouraged her with a small smile.

"Remember the note?"

"Of course I do." Y/N smiled

"I put it in the wrong locker," Robin said quickly, wincing as the words finally were put into the air.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, her head turned as she tried to understand.

"I wrote the note for Vickie and I was scared to tell you. " Robin looked up to catch Y/N's reaction. The smile turned upside down as a frown covered its place. Robin has never seen so much emotion on Y/N's face. And just like she feared, the terrifying hard mask appeared on Y/N's face.

Robin tried not to flinch as Y/N removed her hand and moved it quickly into her lap. Robin's palm smacked the table. As always, Robin ran her mouth until she made it worse.

"And I just didn't want to hurt you! And I was a little scared you'd break me in half. So I went along with the date, not expecting you'd like me! Because like I'm me and I'm so boring compared to you. I figured you'd see dating me was blah and wouldn't be interested. But then you asked for more dates and I was-"

"Scared to say no, yeah got it." Y/N barked. She was an idiot to believe someone saw her as something else than a scary monster that lurked in the halls. All this time, she thought Robin saw something in her, something worth liking and learning to love. But no, Robin was scared just like everyone else.

Y/N refused to let how upset she was shown on her face. She shook it off and grabbed her wallet. She slammed down some bills on the table, the harsh air hitting Robin's hand, she flinched again.

Robin was scared to look up as Y/N stood up. She was too scared to see the look on Y/N's face.

"Look at me," Y/N growled, Robin swallowed nervously and looked up. But there was a softness in Y/N's eyes.

"You're not boring, and you're not blah. You're funny, fun, and beautiful. Don't think so low of yourself. Next time, make sure the note goes in the right locker. I'll see you around Buckley."

Robin didn't know what to say. Y/N walked off, leaving her jacket with Robin.

~~~

Robin barely slept that night. She felt so guilty, and not all relieved. She thought telling Y/N would take the weight off her shoulders, but it was the opposite. The weight on her shoulders now crushed down on her chest.

Y/N's jacket thrown over Robin's desk chair was a painful reminder she had to see Y/N again.

The next morning, Robin held the jacket in her arms as she walked up to Y/N's locker.

"Um hey," Robin said quietly, Y/N and Vickie looked up at the sound of her voice. Robin shrunk under the gaze of both girls.

Y/N figured she was talking to Vickie so she turned back around to her locker.

Robin couldn't help but feel like she was slapped in the face as Y/N ignored her completely.

"I have your jacket." She said, tapping Y/N's shoulder. Y/N turned around, grabbed the jacket, and slipped it back on her body. In a way Robin felt a weird feeling of pride. She knew it was Y/N's jacket in the first place, but Robin wore it for weeks to where it almost felt like hers. It felt like Y/N was wearing Robin's jacket.

"Thanks," Y/N muttered the locker behind her slammed shut as she quickly walked off. Y/N couldn't watch Robin and Vickie talk about their feelings.

"Yikes, she's back to cold." Vickie observed.

"Yeah I kinda broke things off," Robin explained, a feeling in her stomach as Vickie tried to fight off a smile.

"Oh that's too bad!" Vickie said, but Robin could hear the excitement in her voice. "What happened?"

"I wrote this note to ask you out and I accidentally put it in her locker. I've been too scared to tell her but I finally did. And I think she hates me." Robin said, looking over her shoulder but Y/N was long gone.

"Ask me out?" Vickie asked, a smile on her face.

"Yeah," Robin said with a smile. Her face warmed when Vickie reached forward to lace their hands together. Robin couldn't help but notice Vickie's grip wasn't as tight and safe as Y/N's. Robin didn't feel like she was protected like the way she did in Y/N's hands.

"I'd love to!" Vickie cheered, both girls sharing a bright smile.

But Robin couldn't help but feel an unsettling feeling in her stomach.

~~~

It didn't take long for Robin and Vickie to officially be together. Steve was proud of Robin for finally making a choice, but even he couldn't help but feel like it was the wrong one.

Robin spent every minute with Vickie, searching for the fluttering in her stomach that she had with Y/N. Robin thought it was fear but maybe it was excitement.

Robin tried to fight off the frown on her face when Y/N passed her in the halls. No more warm smile sent her way. Just a hard look, the same look she gave everyone else.

Was Vickie the right choice?

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xoxo-sarah · 1 year

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Brother's Best Friend

Part 2

↝a/n: idk how to feel about this one. Feedback is appreciated! :)

↝pairing: robin buckley x Harrington!reader

↝Warning: arguing, a school fight, homophobic douchebag who says gross stuff, party, alcohol, pinning, kissing, not proofread

↝⎙ 6.15.23

She hated you. She hated how you dressed, how you acted, how you talked, how you smiled, how you laughed, how you walked, how you fixed your hair. How you applied lip gloss on your plump, kissable lips. Most importantly, she hated how you were Steve's sister. You and Steve were complete opposites, always having something small to argue about no matter who's around. But having each other's backs when needed.

She could recall a day where you wore a pink skirt along with a scowl on your face as a girl from school had been talking crap about your brother. The other girl hadn't been popular, but a shit talking bitch nonetheless, just listening to everything and gossiping when given the chance.

Robin had been at her locker when she heard everything, the caos and people talking about a fight as they ran down the hall. She followed the two younger highschoolers, coming around a corner to see you, ears a fire-y red and knuckles a ghost white as your nails dug into your palms. The other girl kept blabbering about the next bimbo to be in your brothers bed, which set you off. A small, humorless laugh had the cocky grin fall smooth off her face. Robin wasn't close enough to hear what you said before the girl had swung, hitting you but hurting herself more with how she had her fist, most likely jamming her thumb. A gasp echoed in Robin's head, watching as you only swung once, enough to say it was self defense- when in reality it just felt good to shut the girl up for a little bit.

She had just watched as the principal walked both of you down the hall, scolding you.

She hated how you made her promise not to tell Steve that you got suspended. "You can't tell Steve."

"And why not? You punched her!"

"For good reason!" You had countered, pleading her with your eyes. "Please, Robin." That might have been the first time you have been nice to her. There was always some snippy comments being spat at her when she was around, making Steve take up for his friend. "I'll do anything; He can't know."

So she kept your secret. You kept getting ready for school in the mornings, leaving with a small something for breakfast, and bidding Steve goodbye. She didn't know where you went after you left, or where you could spend 7 hours where Steve wouldn't catch you. But her mouth stayed shut. She honestly surprised herself, keeping a secret- especially from her best friend.

On a random Friday you had worn a blue skirt, accidentally matching Robin's blue shirt. Steve had pointed it out, laughing it off as you got a snack. Robin noticed the small smirk on your face ever since you came out of your room. She also noticed how it grew as you asked Robin to walk with you to school, since you were both going, of course.

"You're not going to murder her, right?" Steve joked, although seeming a little concerned. A little out of the ordinary.

Rolling your eyes, you slapped him upside the head. "I can't walk with a friend?"

"Yeah, but I didn't think Robin was a friend..."

"We're friends- right, Robin?" With a scoff, you turned to her, waiting for her to reply.

Slowly nodding, she couldn't help but notice the difference lip gloss you wore. Had you been wearing that one all week and she hadn't noticed? She had been over every morning to talk to Steve before school. No, she would have noticed. Why was she so worried about it?!

She stood up ubruptly, bidding goodbye to Steve before hauling herself through the house. She heard you running behind her. "Wait up!" Even now, she hated how she could smell your perfume when you finally caught up, walking beside her. "Thanks for not telling him."

Opting not to respond, she continued to walk, finding her shoes interesting.

"Sorry I've been rude to you in the past, I've just never been able to talk to people and the first time I met you I thought you were just one of his flings but then you stayed and I didn't really know how to feel and you were just so-"

For once it wasn't Robin rambling, she finally understood what her mother was talking about when she'd ramble on for what felt like hours. "Hey, Breathe."

"Sorry."

"I was so what?" Robin stopped walking, turning to you.

She noticed the small blush on your cheeks and ears, yet another pretty pink shade on you.

"What?"

"You said I 'was so'...what were you going to say?"

"Pretty. You were- are so pretty. Sorry." Any sign of the Harrington smirk and confidence was gone. You looked like a whole different person in front of her. Robin couldn't believe it.

"How can you go from a spoiled brat to a shy little thing?" She didn't notice how her voice darkened, usually not talking to you like this. But you had.

"What?" Your eyes widened, jaw droppimg before you glanced around.

Robin felt like she hadn't been in control of her body when those words slipped out. Sure, she had thought them but she didn't want to actually say them! "I didn't- that wasn't supposed to be said outloud. I didn't- I don't." Turning back around, she started walking again. "How about I accept your apology for being mean to me before and you forget about what I just said, deal?"

She could see your stupid grin from beside her, "deal."

"Give it back!" She hated how you would take things and run away with them, giggling as you did so. Like now, you took her sandwich and ran away through Family Video, giggling like a maniac. "C'mon, that was the last of the bread!"

"I'll give it back for a kiss." She hated how your words made her cheeks flush. You've joked about kissing her before, along with all your friends. But it was different for her. She didn't even know if you know about her being lesbian. Steve wasn't one to go around telling everyone her business so she doubted it. When she didn't reply, you slowly made your way back, handing her the sandwich back. "I was kidding."

"Yeah, yeah." She reached for her sandwich, putting it back in the ziplock, not feeling hungry anymore.

You noticed, of course you did. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"No." Your hand was suddenly on her arm, stopping her from moving. Your touch was like fire to her skin, despite how soft your skin was and how you've been whining about how cold it was recently. "What is going on with you lately?"

She opened her mouth to squash whatever you were thinking was wrong with her, but Steve came back from the back room, done with the new stock. "Y/n? I thought you were busy today."

When it hit you, Robin saw it in your face. Your hand fell from her arm, in search of your purse. "Oh shit! I gotta go-" Her eyes never left you as you stepped towards the door. "Robin, we gotta hang out sometime." Her eyebrows were practically over her head, like a surprised cartoon. Her brain felt as if she had forgotten how to talk, or even what word were.

She couldn't do that. She would not be in a room by yourselves ever again. "Date?" It slipped past Robin's lips before her brain fully went back from the frizzy state.

Steve gave a glance to his friend, not quite sure what had changed between you two- going from hating each other to wanting to hang out. He didn't question it. Not having to hear you take jabs at each other was heaven. "Maybe."

Robin heard your voice as soon as she entered the room, causing her feet to turn and try to quickly get out of the room and maybe even the country. "Buckley!"

Shit. Robin cursed herself, shutting her eyes as you giggled, making your way to her. She knew the party was a bad idea. She had been bored all day, with Steve having work and it being her off day, plus a Saturday. When she had heard some kids from school talking about a party, she didn't really think about who would be there. She now regretted that.

"Robin." She turned, seeing your smiling face, noticing your eyes creasing from how big you were grinning.

"Y/n." She acknowledged you. Your face fell a little when her face was straight, not sign of any emotion.

"I wouldn't expect to see you here."

Not knowing why that hit a nerve, she couldn't help to feel hurt. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing! Uh," your smile fully fell, looking away from her. "Wanna come meet my friends?"

She had followed you through the house, weed and alcohol reeking through the room. Her eyes were set on your back, how the shirt tucked into the back of a pretty little white skirt. She wondered if that was all you had in your closet- it's not like she was complaining. More laughter echoed the little corner where a few people Robin had seen you hang around were sitting.

She stayed by your side most of the night, watching people around and you. She was never one for drinking, you however, wanted the buzz. You were even more giggly. Robin didn't know if she could handle it much longer.

"She just hasn't had this guy yet- I can't turn her back straight." Her eyes shot up to one of the guys who had interrupted your introduction to introduce himself. She could tell he had had way too much to drink, alcohol practically replaced the blood in his veins.

Her eyes followed where he and a few other people were looking and laughing. A girl who was openly lesbian was talking with her friends, laughing and enjoying the party, unknown of the cruel words being said.

The laughing pissed Robin off. Who did he think he was to say that? She couldn't believe you were friends with this guy. She half expecting you to laugh too, any second now. But as she turned slightly to look at you, you looked almost uncomfortable. "Mark, don't say stuff like that." The guy stopped laughing, his eyes traveling your body.

"What, Harrington?" He sat up, dragging his hand down his front to land on his crotch. Robin's nose crinkled in disgust. "You know what I can do to a woman." Your whole face broke out in disgust, almost as if all the alcohol would come up any second. "I'd have her straight as a board in no time."

As you stood up ubruptly, Robin's hands went out to catch you as you wobbled. "You're disgusting." You slurred, turning to walk away.

Robin was up and following you in a second, feeling as if getting away from that group was a breath of fresh air.

When the real fresh air hit her, she noticed you leaning against a tree in the front yard. She was quick to walk over. "Hey- you alright?"

"Yeah. He just makes me feel sick to my stomach."

"That might be the 10 gallons of alcohol you consumed." She joked, chuckling at herself, trying to lighten the situation.

"We should just leave." You got off the tree, wobbling on the sidewalk, towards your house. You didn't expect to feel her following you, thinking she would walk the other way, towards her own house. "What are you doing?"

"Walking you home." Her hands were in her pockets, the wind blowing her hair behind her.

"You don't have to."

"You shouldn't be walking home alone and drunk in the dark."

You didn't reply all the way back to your house. She walked you into the house, grabbing you a glass of water. The door opened with a push of her shoulder against it. "Here." She looked up, eyes growing wide with the lack of clothing you have. Her head shot to your door, closing it incase Steve came out of his room. Her eyes stayed on the ground as she quickly walked over to your dresser, almost slamming the glass down.

"Robin?" She hated how sweet your voice was. It almost didn't sound like you.

No one should ever sound that sweet, it's dangerous. "Ye-yeah?"

"Can you help me?" Her eyes looked up, going straight to your own, not daring to even look at your exposed collar bone.

"What?" Surely you didn't need help just throwing some clothes on.

Yet, you shamelessly stood in your underwear and bra, looking at her. "I can't undo my bra." You turned, your back exposed to her. She felt the air get stuck in her throat.

"Can't you just get in bed?"

"It pokes me." You whined, your hands trying to reach back but failing to fully find the clasp. Robin stepped forward, her hands becoming sweating as they met the cloth, slowly unclasping the three little metel pieces. Even after she was done, she couldn't help how soft your skin looked; how she wanted to lean forward and kiss until her lips felt numb.

"Thank you." She didn't moved as your turned, a tired smile on your face- her eyes stayed looking straight into your own.

The space between you was little, neither of you moving, for different reasons though, Robin had realized. She stepped back, letting you climb into your bed.

"You shouldn't go to bed with makeup on." Her voice was a little over a whisper. She had heard your complaint about how bad it was for your skin and your sheet and pillowcase.

You groaned, throwing your hand over the covers. Before you could voice your distaste for anything but sleep, she was walking towards your vanity, getting the makeup remover and walking over to the bed. You looked up at her as she kneeled beside the bed, bringing the cotton to your face, gently rubbing the makeup off. Your eyes raked over her face as if you haven't seen it before.

"There." She closed the bottle, throwing the cotton into your trash bin, going to stand up. Your hands stopped her movement, making her look at you in question.

She hated how soft your eyes looked up at her. "Thank you, Robin." Your fingers grazed her arm back and forth, an unknown pattern being made. "You're the best."

"I know."

"You can't go home."

"Why?"

"Because you shouldn't be out this late, all by yourself." She sighed, enjoying the patterns being drawn on her skin.

"I'll be fine."

"No." She looked at you with question in her eyes at how stern you were. "You can stay here." You patted the spot beside you on the bed. She felt the air get caught in her throat again, and her ear turn pink. As if on cue, rain hit your window, running down the glass as if it was taunting Robin and her emotions.

You don't lay in the same bed with people you hate. But she couldn't help it. It was late, cold, and raining. And your voice and face were so soft in emotion. She couldn't help herself.

Her eyes were glued to the ceiling, listening to the rain outside and your breathing beside her.

After a few minutes of silence in the dark room, she felt movement in the bed, and heard the blanket wrinkle with your movement. Suddenly, she felt your eyes on her, causing her to turn her head.

You were on your side, still having the same look in your eyes, as if she was the first person you had ever laid your eyes on. "You're pretty."

"You need to go to sleep, y/n." She dismissed you, seeing the sleep take over, noticing under your eyes and how your eyes were glossed over in sleep.

"Can I have a goodnight kiss?" She stared at you, not seeing the normal joking smirk, yet she nervously chuckled. She stopped when you sat up, a frown on your face. "I'm serious."

"You're drunk."

"Not enough." She followed your movement, sitting up and ignoring how the sheet fell from your exposed chest. "When I say I want to kiss you, I mean it."

"What?" You rolled your eyes, your hand going to grab hers.

"I like you. A lot, actually."

"It's just the alcohol talking- lay back down."

"No!" She flinched at your outburst. "I like you. I actually do. I have for a while. That's why I was mean to you when Steve brought you over. He's always managed to bring such beautiful girls over and you were way out of his league, truly. I was jealous, I guess." You were almost shy under her gaze, fiddling with your own hands now, letting her have her own back. "I kept being mean so I didn't have to ignore you completely - god, that would've killed me, Robin. I wasn't sure what to do- I certainly couldn't just go up to you and tell you I liked you. I wasn't sure, ya know? But when I saw the way you used to look at Vicky- I knew. I think I also brought my jealously out on you for that- sorry about that. She's a beautiful girl, I get it. But you're my 'Vicky'. I adore you more then I could ever physically express. And I probably wouldn't have even said anything if it weren't for the liquid courage, honestly. But I'm still thinking like I normally do. I know this isn't a mistake, no matter what happens between us next. And I am now realizing I'm blabbering. Sorry."

When you looked up, you were surprised to see her grinning.

"You're adorable." It was your turn to blush. "Can I kiss you?" Her quiet, raspy voice would have you doing anything she could ever ask.

"Of course. It's not like I've asked you 200 times-" her lips met yours, softly moving against each other and not coming up for air until your lungs screamed. She pulled back, her hand grazing the side of your neck.

You could feel her breath fan against your face, her forehead against your own. She whispered against your lips before going back into a kiss, not getting enough of you. "You talk too much."

Maybe she doesn't hate you.

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Girls Like Girls - Robin Buckley X Cheerleader!Reader

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Chapter 3

After that night Robin couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every time she thought about how sweet you were to her, she couldn’t help but get butterflies in her stomach. She liked the warm fuzzy feeling you gave her. Had she really misjudged you? Deep down Robin knew that Steve was right when he said that you weren’t mean and scary. But she would never tell Steve that though, he’d never live it down.

Some time had passed since Robin and Y/N’s last interaction with one another. They saw each other in the halls and would exchange waves and smiles. It was unfortunate, but they both became super busy with practice as it was football season. At least Robin got to see you there and she took what she could get. In her mind she felt like you weren’t just cheering for the guys, but also for her too and that alone brought her comfort.

“Have you talked with her yet?” Steve asked as he was cleaning the front windows. He had been nagging about Robin talking to Y/N for weeks since their moment in the store.

“No, now will you stop asking me that! There have been more important things happening in my life, like the football games!” Robin states.

“Yeah, which she’s also been at, might I add!”. Steve added.

“Not helping!” Robin responded.

“You know to me it seems like you’re avoiding her.” Steve said sarcastically. Robin rolled her eyes and went back to work. Maybe she was avoiding you, she feared you would reject her and that terrified her. “Well good thing for you, now is your chance.” Steve stated as he pointed to the door. Robin looked in that direction and saw you about to walk in.

“Oh god, how do I look?” Robin said as she began to frantically fix her hair and brush off her clothes. She wanted to look nice for you, she didn’t want to appear to be a mess, even if she was one half of the time.

“You look fine, don’t be nervous.” Steve remarked as he tapped his friend on the shoulder.

“Wow I’m totally cured and not even more nervous at all!” Robin exclaimed sarcastically.

“Hey stranger! It’s been a minute since you’ve been by, thought you might have forgotten us or something.” Steve joked as you walked in.

“No no no, I could never forget you guys!” Y/N chuckled and gave Robin a wink. That sent her into overdrive. If her face wasn’t looking like a tomato before, it surely was now.

“What do you need? That sounded rude, oh god I'm sorry! I just mean do you need uh- help with finding a movie or something.” Robin rambled as you headed toward the counter.

“It’s okay!” Y/N giggled. “I’m actually here for a job interview! With football season coming to an end, I need something to do so I figured I’d look around for a job.” She smiled. The thought of you working there with Robin was enough to make her pass out. She would be able to see you everyday and she had no idea how to handle that.

“That’s um- neato.” Robin stated awkwardly. There was a brief moment of silence before Keith had called you in the back to be interviewed. “Well I’ll see you guys in a bit, wish me luck!” You said walking away from the pair of friends.

“Neato? What the hell is wrong with you Buckley, get it together!” Steve proclaimed.

“I don’t know I got nervous and you know what happens when I get nervous!” Robin said, panicking.

“Yeah I’m well aware of what happens.” Steve joked.

“Oh god what am I gonna do if she gets the job?” Robin stated, still panicking.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe talk to her and tell her how you feel?” He remarked.

“You’re not helping Harrington!” She replied, now pacing back and forth.

Some time had passed before you had walked out from being interviewed. “Alright fine you want my help? Watch this.” Steve said, setting down the items in his hand. “Hey you, how did the interview go?” Steve asked as you made your way back to the two of them.

“I think it went well considering I got the job!” Y/N cheered.

“That's great! So listen, I’m having a little Halloween party at my place next Friday and Robin here was wondering if you'd like to go with her?” Steve conveyed as he pointed to Robin, who looked like a deer in the headlights.

“Wait really, you want me to go with you?” You questioned. Robin gulped hard. It was now or never and she had to face it head on. ‘Thanks a lot Harrington.’ She thought to herself.

“Oh um yeah yeah totally, it’d be super fun if we went to this party together.” She said with nervousness seeping into her voice. Robin hated how hard this was for her. “I totally understand if you don’t want to-”

“I'd love to go with you!” You interrupted. “Are we dressing up? Ooooo maybe we could dress up together or something, that would be so cool!” You said with excitement. Your eyes lit up as you continued on, which caused Robin’s cheeks to flush once again.

“That would be great! We’ll see you then!” Steve said with pride. You all waved your goodbyes and as soon as you had left, Robin gave a smack to the back of Steve’s head.

“Ow! Is that any way to thank your friend after scoring you a date?!” Steve exclaimed, rubbing the back of his head.

“You could have at least given me a heads up that you were gonna do that dingus!” Robin groaned.

“Well excuse me for trying to help a friend. Maybe a little thank you would be nice.” He said.

“Yeah I’m not thanking you just yet Harrington.” She chuckled. What had Steve gotten her into?

It was finally the day of the party and to say that Robin was a mess would be an understatement. She had so many thoughts running through her head and all she could really feel was fear. Robin had thought about canceling because it would be better than the alternative. As she got lost in her nervousness, she saw that Y/N was approaching you with a slight skip in your step. “Hey hey hey, I’m so excited for tonight! We’re gonna look so amazing! You have your costume right?” You asked.

“Yeah yeah I uh have it.” Robin assured, clearing her throat. Y/N let out a sigh of relief. They finished planning out any last minute details and departed as the bell rang for first period. “Well I’ll see you later Robin!” And with that you walked away with that same cute little skip in your step.

Robin made her way to her first class and sat in her seat. She felt a little at ease after the conversation she had had with you. She started to daydream of how the night would go, but was soon interrupted.

“So, Y/N tells me that you and her are going to Harrington’s party tonight?” Eddie inquired, leaning over to her.

“Hello to you too Munson, and for your information yes we are going together. What about it?” Robin stated with a rather blunt tone. She didn’t want anyone, not even Eddie to ruin this night for her. He looked taken aback from her comment.

“Hey hey, I come in peace!” He said, raising his arms up. “I just want you to look out for her is all. She doesn’t usually go to parties like this and is only going because you invited her. It’s also her favorite holiday and I don't want it to be ruined for her.” Eddie stated sincerely.

Robin just stared at him for a moment before speaking. “Oh yeah sure, I’ll make sure she’s okay.” She had no idea you were only going because she invited you. Well Steve asked, but that's besides the point. Eddie nodded to Robin and went back to his seat. She was now determined to make sure you both had a good time tonight.

Robin had waited out front for Y/N to arrive at the party, she had already been there helping Steve set up. She could see Eddie’s van coming down the road and soon pulled up to the front yard. Robin stood from where she sat on the steps and made her way toward the van. You excitedly opened the door and jumped out to hug Robin. She was so caught off guard she almost forgot to hug you back.

“Robin, look at you, you look so pretty!” Y/N said, pulling away from the hug and getting a good look at the girl in front of her. Robin could feel herself turning crimson. She wasn’t expecting to hear that from you. “I um, oh thank you.” She replied nervously. “You also look uh pretty.” She couldn’t help but stare at you in awe. You wore a simple black slip dress with some knee high socks and tall boots. She thought you looked beautiful. You thanked her for the compliment. Robin could see the blush creep upon your cheeks, which caused her stomach to do flips.

“I almost forgot!” Y/N said, turning back to the van and grabbing something from the front seat. “Our hats!” You said with excitement. You both had decided on being witches, it was super easy to find everything considering this was all last minute for the both of you. You put your hat on and helped Robin with hers shortly after. While you began to move bits of hair out of Robin’s face, she couldn't help but stare into your eyes. The way your (Y/E/C) eyes sparkled into the moonlight, she was mesmerized. You were so beautiful.

“There, all better!” You said. You turned to Eddie and waved goodbye and soon he was off. “Ready to party?” You asked. Robin nodded and you both made your way inside. There was a good amount of people there already, the music was going and people seemed to be having a good time. The both of you had been dancing and laughing. Robin really enjoyed your company. She was happy that she didn’t cancel. Steve had pulled you both aside and took a picture with his polaroid. Soon after the picture was taken you had excused yourself to use the restroom.

“Soooo are you having a good time or what?” Steve joked.

“Okay okay, I’m having a good time. You were right or whatever.” Robin had rolled her eyes and chuckled.

“See I told you you would!” He was happy for his friend, she deserved this after everything she had gone through months prior.

Their conversation was soon interrupted by the jocks making their arrival known and Chrissy coming up to the two of them.

“Wow Buckley, I’m surprised to see you here!” She said with her usual sarcasm.

“Why is that a surprise? Steve is my friend, you know.” Robin replied with annoyance.

“Oh well because you're at the bottom of the food chain. You really think you can hang out with people like us? Ha, that’s pathetic.” By this point people had been watching this spectacle go down, which only made it worse as it fuels Chrissy’s behavior.

“Why do you care so much?” Robin questioned. She didn’t understand why it bothered her so much what she did. Robin never did anything to the cheerleader, at least to her knowledge.

“Because there’s an order at this school and you my dear, need to be put in your place!” Chrissy said as she threw her drink onto Robin. The party grew silent.

“What the shit Chrissy?! Robin, are you okay??” You asked standing in front of her trying to block people from looking at the scene ahead of them. Chrissy laughed as you attended to Robin. Robin with tears in her eyes, shook her head. “Let's go upstairs and get you cleaned up.” Y/N suggested. The party continued on as you brought her up to the bathroom to get washed up.

“I’m so sorry about her.” Y/N apologized, helping her clean off of her dress.

“It’s fine, I should be used to this right?” Robin sniffled.

“Hey look at me.” You said, putting your hand to Robin’s face so she could look at you. “It’s not fine. What she did was awful, you don't deserve to be treated that way by her or anyone else for that matter. You’re so special and kind Robin, don’t you ever forget that okay?” You said with sincerity, rubbing your thumb on her cheek. You flashed her a warm smile and she smiled back. Still holding her face, you gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Stay right here for me okay?” You requested and Robin nodded. Y/N had left the bathroom for a moment and Robin was unsure why. Before she knew it, Y/N had returned from whatever you were doing. “Alright, let’s get you out of here.” Y/N stated grabbing Robin’s hand and heading downstairs.

“Oh god now what is this mess?!” Chrissy exclaimed as you and Robin made it back to the crowd of people. You turned around to face her.

“Just drop it okay, we’re going.” You said, trying not to make the situation worse. By this point there was nothing but silence. The music had stopped and everyone was looking on at the disaster before them.

Chrissy chuckled. “You think you’re so special huh? Befriending the losers of this town? Well let me tell you something, you’re not! First it was the town satanist freak, I mean I thought that maybe it would be a little phase because he was the first person you met here. But now this, the dorky band girl? I mean come one how low can you go at this point?! You really need to-”

“You know Chrissy, you of all people you should know not to judge a person before getting to know them. I’m also only going to say this once so you better listen well, don’t you EVER talk about my friends like that again. And quite frankly the only thing I need to do is take my friend home and get the hell away from you! Come on Robin, let's go.” Still holding onto Robin, you both make your way to the front door.

“If you walk out that door, then you’re off the team!” Chrissy yelled over the crowd. You stopped in your tracks, Robin giving you a sympathetic look letting go of your hand. She knew how this was gonna go down. ‘It was fun while it lasted’ she thought.

“You can’t kick me off the squad.” You say turning to face the head cheerleader.

“Oh yeah and why is that?” Chrissy humored the girl.

“Because I quit.” Y/N announced as she took Robin’s hand again and walked out the front door. Eddie had pulled up with his van just in time. You both climbed into the van and soon you were off. “Let’s get you home.” You said, still holding onto her hand.

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hot summer nights

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

synopsis: summer, 1986. robin experiences an epic love when you come to stay at your aunt’s place in hawkins for the summer.

warning: mild violence, mentions of drugs, bullying, homophobia (ik ik big yawn but i promise it’s sO insignificant)

word count: 5.6k

a/n: i am so scared for vol. 2. this is me manifesting.

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The first time Robin saw you, you were sitting on a front porch of a house she biked past, smoking a cigarette. She was going to work then, and she thought it was really early to be smoking. She didn’t know who you were either; if you went to Hawkins High, she would know. You came up in her mind once in a while for the rest of the day.

You noticed her too. She was cute. It was hot that day, even for a summer’s day in Indiana, so you went inside as soon as you threw the roach on the floor and stomped on it.

The second time she saw you was at Family Video, when you came in to rent A Streetcar Named Desire. Most of the people coming in who rented that only wanted to watch Marlon Brando, it made Robin roll her eyes. The movie was so much more than that.

You barely spoke a word, only handed her the money before walking out and climbing into your red car.

The next time she saw you was at the grocery store when she was shopping for her mom. You were bent over in front of the fridge, sunglasses blocking your eyes, mouth parted with a lollipop hanging from your lips.

She didn’t know where the surge of confidence came from, maybe it was the mundanity of being in a grocery store surrounded by a lot of people who didn’t spare her a single glance. Maybe it was the fact that she needed to catch you. But she pushed her cart over to where you stood, and stopped a few feet in front of you.

“You should try this one.” She said, opening the fridge, and taking out a pint of mint chocolate ice cream. “This one’s my favorite.”

For the first time, you looked at her, really looked at her. She was really pretty, was what you concluded. You pushed your sunglasses down on the bridge of your nose.

“Thanks.” You accepted the pint.

The freckles on her cheeks complemented her skin beautifully, as she nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Y/N.” You extended a hand.

“Robin Buckley.” She took your hand, and mentally cursed herself out. You introduced yourself with your first name only, maybe she should have done the same. “Are you new ‘round here? Can’t say I’ve seen you in school.”

Her heart leapt when your lips curved up into a smile. “I graduated this year. I’m staying here with my aunt for the summer.”

“Where are you from?”

“Missouri.”

“Cool.” Robin nodded, albeit a bit awkwardly. “Must be scorching over there too, right?”

“You bet.” You gave a smile.

You accompanied her for the rest of her grocery run, and it was only when she’d arrived home that she noticed that she was talking your ears off, and you only walked beside her and listened. Her spike of confidence didn’t win against her nerves this time.

Robin was holding a big bag of groceries by the time she stepped out of the store. She looked up at the scorching sun with a heavy sigh, dreading the tread back home.

“You got a ride?” You suddenly spoke up.

“Um, no. I was just gonna walk home.”

“I’ll take you home.” You gestured to the same red car she saw outside work, parked next to the entrance. “Come on.”

The car ride was mostly silent, except for the times she told you where to go. She couldn’t believe that just a few days ago you were all that was in her mind, and now she was in your car. Steve would make fun of her if she had told him. It was relief, then, that she hadn’t.

“Oh, you can just stop right here, that’s fine. Thanks for the ride.”

“My pleasure.” You said. “And thank you for recommending me the ice cream.”

“That’s not the same.” Robin shook her head, smiling.

“Sure it is.” You smiled again, as you pushed your shades down.

“Um . . . My mom is making dinner if you want to join us. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh, no, that’s okay. I gotta get home to my aunt. Kinda promised her I’d be home tonight.”

She let out a small ‘oh’, as her palms started sweating. Maybe she was a bit disappointed because you were so enthusiastic about driving her home before, she just thought. Maybe she read your intentions wrong, maybe you were just being nice. Good god . . .

“But hey, we can hang out some time. You can show me what’s fun around Hawkins.”

“Yeah.” Robin replied, maybe a little too fast. “Yeah, that’d be cool. We can go bowling on Friday. Me and my friends go there all the time. Pick me up at 3?”

“Cool.” You nodded.

“Cool.”

You drove off with a ‘see you then’, as Robin watched the tail of your car disappear around the street corner. It was one thing to fantasize about someone from afar—as Robin has always done—but it was another that they were right in front of you, drove you home, and made plans to see you again soon.

Still, Robin was a smart girl, and she didn’t let this one interaction run away with her fantasies. You might not even like girls.

“She definitely like girls.” Steve emphasized, placing VHS tapes from a pile he had in his arms onto the stands.

“No—“ Robin groaned, and followed him. “You’re just saying that because I’m telling you about her. I mean—you say that to every girl I tell you about.”

“She went out of her way to drive you home from the grocery store? Uh, hello? That’s what I do when I’m trying to flirt.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same.” Robin groaned exasperatedly into her hands and leaned dramatically against the shelf causing a couple of tapes to fall out of their perfected positions.

“Hey, watch it. The point is,” Steve said, “you just gotta take this chance and run with it, alright? It’s clear that she’s showing interest. What about that bowling thing on Friday?”

“About that . . . I kind of implied that it was going to be a group thing.” She grimaced at the deadpan her best friend gave her. “Please?”

Steve rolled his eyes, and continued shelving. “Fine.”

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Robin was sweating profusely on Friday, partly because it must have been 100 degrees that day, but also because the thought of hanging out with you just make her knees go weak.

You pulled up to her front porch with the windows down, shades on like always, and another lollipop hanging from a million-dollar smile. She thought the sight of you must have been what those stupid love songs on the radio were all about.

She walked side-by-side with you into the bowling alley. You were so close that her hand almost grazed yours many times, and she resisted the urge to reach out and grab it.

Robin let out a sigh of relief when she saw her friends already digging into burgers and fries. She waved at them merrily, and beckoned you over.

“Guys, this is Y/N. She’s from out of town.” You nodded curtly as Robin spoke. “This is Steve, Eddie, Nancy, and Jonathan.”

“‘Sup.” Eddie waved.

You missed the teasing look Steve threw Robin’s way.

“Let’s play in pair.” Nancy suggested. “I’ll play with Jonathan. Steve, you with Robin. Eddie, why don’t you take Y/N?”

Robin’s stomach dropped, watching Eddie make his way over to you. You smirked, “Hope you’re good at bowling.”

She should have expected it, but maybe she didn’t, because there was no way anyone could look so good winning at bowling, but you did. You and Eddie ended up winning by three points, ahead of her and Steve.

You took the match ball, and when your ball knocked over all seven of the remaining pins.

“Yes!!” You exclaimed with a laugh, high-fiving Eddie enthusiastically.

She watched you with a small smile, the way you let loose so quickly, but also with envy that you didn’t do so with her.

“Good game.” You extended your hand to her. It was reminiscent of the first time she talked to you.

“Yeah, yeah.” She grumbled teasingly.

“C’mon, don’t be a sore loser.” You wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you walked back to the table.

Robin surrendered. There was no way she could stay angry at you for long.

Conversation ensued naturally, and though you didn’t talk a lot, everyone appreciated your input whenever you did.

“So, Y/N.” Jonathan spoke. “Where did you say you were from?”

“Iowa.” You said.

“Must be really quiet where you are to come all the way to Hawkins.” Steve chimed in.

“Wasn’t my choice. My aunt lives here,” you replied, “but it’s not all bad.”

She caught a glint in your eyes, as you leaned forwards to pick up your soda. The comment warmed her tummy, almost enough to make her overlook the lie.

“Today was fun.” You said, pulling the handbrake in front of her house.

“Yeah, it was.” The house was still. Normally, Mom and Dad should have been home by then, but the lights were all off.

“My parents won’t be home until, like, 9. Wanna order pizza?”

She half-expected you to decline, but you agreed and parked the car curbside.

“You can go upstairs. My room is the first one to the right. I’ll order for us and be right there. Pepperoni okay?”

You nodded and left for the stairs. It took Robin a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart before she took the phone off its hook.

Once she went up to her room, she found you crouched over her stack of fun things; books, magazines, movies, music. When you turned back around, there was a childlike, excited smile on your face..

"You read The Handmaid's Tale?" You held up her copy. "Sorry for going through your stuff, but it was on top of the pile."

"It's fine," Robin said. "Did you?"

"Only a little bit. I read as much as I could from the library. If my parents found this in my room, I'd be smoked."

"Oh. I guess it is pretty explicit." She took a seat next to you, watching you flip the book back and forth, committing every detail to memory.

"What do you think about it?"

"I think that . . ." Robin took a moment, wetting her lips. "a lot of people underestimate how realistic the story can be. I mean we can't pretend that women hold the same privileges as men, at least not in this country. Just look at the high school English curriculum. You'd be lucky to find even one novel written by a woman, and I think Mary Shelley should definitely be on there, but it's not."

"The one about the monster, huh?"

"So you've read that one too? Okay, yeah, Frankenstein is definitely my favorite book ever. It's so cleverly written and so rich, I could talk about it all day. And even though the Monster is the main antagonist, but maybe Dr. Frankenstein isn't such a victim after all, you know? People who make you out into the freak only to recoil and play the victim when you've had enough, they're the real monsters. And sometimes, I feel like the Monster, I feel like the freak."

You watched with an amused smile, and when she turned to look at you, it didn't falter. "Sorry, I was rambling." She chuckled nervously.

"Me too." You spoke.

"What?"

"I feel like the freak too, the outsider. Feels like I'm never going to fit in." You averted your eyes towards your lap. "For a time I tried, I really did, but that's not me. It's as they say: Why fit in if you can stand out, you know?"

"Yeah." Robin smiled, and suddenly realized you were so close, your leg was touching hers. She looked up and met your eyes which smiled back at her with unspoken kindness.

"Can I ask you something?" She said.

"Mmhm."

"Where are you really from?"

"Does it really matter?"

“I think it does, no?” Robin grimaced, hating the way your voice turned a bit snarky. “Especially when you’ve lied about it twice.”

“How do you know I was lying the first time?”

“So you did lie.”

You let out a quick laugh.

"Sorry."

"Stop apologizing." You laughed quietly, bumping your elbow against her. "I'm one to think that who you are is defined by what you do, not what you come from."

"Totally not what a serial killer would say." Robin chuckled.

You were so mysterious, yet a part of your charm came from it. Robin wasn't quite sure whether she wanted to know where you came from, because what if you're not all that she'd hoped to be? Besides, it's summer. It's not wrong to let loose and have a bit of fun.

"Totally." You smiled.

The doorbell rang. "Pizza's here."

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You started to visit Robin at work almost every single day, to the point where she’d be watching the clock expectantly every few minutes until 4:30 when your red car would roll up to Family Video.

Weeks past since the bowling Friday, and Robin liked to think that she’s made a beautiful friendship blossom between you two. Steve often teased that you were joined at the hips, as every time he saw one, the other followed.

But Robin didn’t mind that, she just liked to be around you so much. You made her feel like she belonged the way no one except her best friend had ever had before. If her younger self could have seen how much you mean to her now, maybe she wouldn’t mind being a loner all through-out high school if it meant she would get you by the end of it.

Though she couldn’t ignore the blossoming feelings in her chest anymore. Subtle touches and lingering glances made her believe that there was something more than friendship, but maybe that was just the way you were with her, and but she couldn’t let herself be disappointed if there wasn’t.

“Looking for your Beauty?” Steve smirked behind the counter.

Narrowing her eyes at the older boy, she glanced at the clock again.

That’s weird, she thought. It was almost the end of her shift, yet you were still nowhere to be found.

“‘Kay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She mumbled while shimmying out of her work uniform.

“You do know I’m your ride, right?” Steve called.

“I’ll walk home.”

“Hey, Robin. Robin!”

Shoving her hands into her pant pockets, she wondered whether she should make a detour to your aunt’s house. It was very unlike you to be late or not show up, and in fact this was the first time. Robin decided against it, telling herself that you might have just been busy, and forgot to call. Sometimes her neediness interfered with reason, and she hated it.

Walking further along the road, sweat already coating the back of her neck, she cursed when she saw a group of teenagers on the curb. But these weren’t just normal, stupid teenagers, these were Freddy G. and co., the ones that tormented her throughout high school. She wished that she had left with Steve now.

“Is that Buckley? Hey, Buckley!” Freddy called, before she could turn the other way.

“Hey, over here!” They surrounded her. “Good to see you’re still a loser.”

His friends started laughing like it was the funniest joke in the world. She felt tears building at the corners of her eyes. The insult itself was nothing, but it was reminiscent of the other insults they hurled at her in school, shoving her into lockers in the hallway that gave her bruises, taking her stuff and tossing them around like a game of monkey-in-the-middle.

“What’s wrong, you little crybaby? Aren’t you happy to see us too? What’ve you been up to?”

She used to think these bullies were nothing but stupid, and that she felt sorry for their nonexistent futures and stuck being Hawkins deadbeats, but one insult stuck with her, one that ridiculed her sexuality.

“Hey! I’m talking to you.” Freddy shoved her by the shoulder the way he usually did, and Robin froze in her spot.

“Hey, asshole!” She heard your voice, and the next thing she knew, Freddy was on the ground with a bloody nose.

“My nose! That bitch broke my fuckin’ nose!” He screeched on the ground, holding his face as blood poured from his fingers like a fountain.

“And I’m gonna break more if you don’t get the fuck out of here.” You gritted your teeth, and glared at the rest of them.

One particular boy was feeling brave, and swung at you, but you dodged him expertly before twisting his arm behind his back. He cried out in pain, as you tightened your grip.

“Let’s go!” One of them cried out, and hoisted Freddy up before running with their tails between their legs.

You let the boy go with a kick in his back, and he looked back at you with fright.

“Hey.” You said softly. “I’m so sorry I—“

She didn’t let you finish before she had wrap her arms around you, and buried her face into your neck.

The force made your stagger, but you soon settled into it, and held her back as soon as you heard the quiet sniffles coming from under you.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come by today. There was some stuff at home.” You cooed, and gently ran your fingers through her hair.

“It’s okay.” She said, a loud sniffle following right after.

“Those little shits bothered you in school too?” You held her hand tightly, wiping away her tears.

She nodded. “Okay,” you said. “Fuck them.”

Robin let out a quiet laugh, and gazed upon you as your hand glided along the skin under her eyes. Under the red sun, you glowed like an angel.

“There’s that pretty smile.” You poked her cheek. “Come on. Let’s go get ice cream. I’ll even get you two if you want.”

“I kinda want a Slurpee.”

“Okay,” you said, pulling onto her hand. “Whatever you want.”

Slurpees do wonders when it came to Robin. Two cherry Slurpees later, she was sitting next to you on the hood of your car as happy as a clam, chatting away about some movie she saw recently.

“It’s crazy that I love it so much. Maybe because I look at it and saw the high school experience I never had.”

“You wanna be locked up in detention?” You teased her.

“Noooo.” Robin whined. “I wish I had more friends. Maybe then I’d had gone to prom.”

She suddenly realized that this was the first person she admitted this to. If she told Steve about this, he would either tease her or say that prom didn’t matter, citing him be prom king. Maybe it was stupid, but she just wished she had experienced it herself, and made the judgment herself. Instead, when everyone was dolled up, she sat at home and watched Jeopardy! with her father.

“I didn’t go to prom either.” You shrugged. “Never had my slow dance.”

“Wanna do it now?”

“What?” You laughed. “We’re in a 7/11 parking lot.”

Grinning, she hopped down with a thud, and pulled you until you standing.

“This is stupid.“ You chuckled, and shook your head. She had let you wrap your arm around her shoulder, as she rested hers on your waist, holding your other hand firmly and swinging it up and down.

“I see you moving.” She teased.

You averted your gaze to the ground, but a budding laugh began to form in your throat. Soon the giggles turned into hearty bellows, as Robin’s movements grew more enthusiastic.

You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore, not with her so close to you that you could feel her warm breath on your cheek and each individual freckle that adorned her skin, the blue of her eyes unlike anything you’ve ever seen. And her lips, pink and plump, as you felt an invisible force pulling you to her.

Your eyes flickered between her eyes and lips. She was so close . . .

Neither of you heard the car coming until its headlights flung past. Robin instinctively jumped away from your grasp, just as the car completed its turn and stopped in front of a pump.

Robin suddenly felt afraid. Now her feelings were out there, and she knew you were smart enough to pick up on it. She expected you to pull away repulsed, and scream at her. Instead, you flashed her a warm smile, and felt for her hand.

"It's getting late. Should I take you home?" You said.

You drove her home in comfortable silence. Still, there was a lingering air between you two that made Robin shake her legs with anxiousness. Her anxiety dissipated when during a red light, you gently placed a hand on her thigh with a smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Robin said quietly.

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Robin!”

“Oh, Christ.” She mumbled.

“You didn’t come home with Steve, I got so worried!” Her mother had always been fussy. She was the one suggesting that her bike be confiscated during the time Will Byers went missing, and also the cessation of all her fun. “Who’s this?”

“Hi.” You grinned, and waved from your seat.

“Mom, this is Y/N. Y/N, my mom.”

“Oh, Y/N! Are you hungry? You must join us for dinner.”

“Oh, that’s alright, ma’am. I’m okay—“

“No, I insist. Come on, kids. We were just about to set the table.”

Her parents let you pick where to sit at the table, and naturally you sat next to Robin. They asked you questions, and you could only answer as truthfully as you could.

“You play any instruments, Y/N?” Her dad asked.

“No, sir. But I’d love to learn drums.”

“I used to be a drummer back in the day. I even went on tour for a few months with a band that broke up a month after the tour ended.” He chuckled. “That’s where I met Robin’s mom. I saw her, in the crowd.”

“He made me learn the drums when I was little, but it was too loud and I hated it.” Robin giggled.

Her parents were everything you wished yours were. They were the type of people that would backpack across Europe, and made friends quick enough that they could sleepover at their house for a night, and then they’d be off again. You felt happy here, listening to Robin’s mom recount the day her parents met, then went on a roadtrip along the West Coast together.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you said, “why’d you settle down here, in Hawkins?”

“Yeah, Mom and Dad. Why not somewhere off the coast of France? I’d be eating baguettes everyday.” Robin rested her chin on her hand with a pout.

“It’s as you said, we’re settled down.” Her father replied. “We want our daughter to have a nest to come home to, so she can discover the world for herself. Although, things haven’t been as tranquil as we’d hoped here.”

“But all that matters to us is this little rebel right here,” her mom reached over and ruffled Robin’s hair, as the girl scrunched her forehead in disdain, “is safe.”

You nodded. You felt the same. “The chicken’s great, Mrs. B.”

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You haven’t been able to get Robin out of your mind ever since that day. It was innate. She had planted the seed in you, and the feelings only festered and grew the longer you spent around her.

Even the taste of your cigarette reminded you of her, of the day you first saw her, and everything that has happened since then. Except, the sky was clear like it was that day at the beginning of the summer.

"Storm's hitting soon." Aunt Louise said by the table. "I need you to get these out as soon as possible."

You took another hit from your cigarette and joined her. "All of them?"

Stopping in her tracks, Louise looked up at you. "All of them. Here's a list of our clients, and where to meet them."

"Jeez." You whistled. "These Hawkinians really do know how to party."

"Be careful." Your aunt said. "The cops have been extra paranoid with all the disappearances lately."

"I got this, Aunt Louise." You sighed, holding the ziplock bag up to the light. "But after this, I'm done, alright? Like we talked about."

"Is it because of that girl?"

You stayed silent.

"I'm not your parents, Y/N." Louise didn’t looked up. "And I know what young love looks like."

"We haven't done anything."

"But you will soon, right?" She smirked.

You chuckled quietly, and looked away. "I don't know if it's even worth it. What if she doesn't like who I am?"

Your aunt only gave you a playful glare before shaking her head, and resumed her counting.

The sky growled and flashed by the time you were on your last customer. It was much darker than it would normally be, and the wind chilled your bones. Your customer waited by the brick wall of down a dark alley, leaning against it with a foot propped against the wall behind him.

"Now isn't this interesting?"

You clenched your jaw and extended your hand.

"Suddenly not much of a talker anymore, huh?"

"Give me the money, asshat, and get out of here before I break your nose again." The first few raindrops had begun to fall, wetting your shoulders and arms.

"Uh, uh. You first." You wanted nothing more than to beat this kid up, but you'd be finished with Aunt Louise if you did. So you gave him the bag.

"Seems a bit light, isn't it?"

"It's ten grams."

Thunder. Then you felt heavy raindrops coming down faster and faster. Freddy scowled at the sky and sighed dramatically.

"Sorry. This isn't enough as promised, but I'll take it. You're welcome."

Your hands were bloody and shaking by the time you were done. The rain was pouring on you now, your knuckles burned from the constant bombardment. You never got the money from Freddy, and he never got the drugs from you. Louise had to take it or leave it.

You have never lost control like this before. It might have been something about his stupid face, the inconvenience of the coming storm, or the storm that was raging on inside you. In any case, you hated it. You hated it, and you just wanted to run away where no one could ever find you.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice call. You stopped in your tracks.

Robin was looking at you with this horrified look on her face. "Were you dealing drugs?"

You shoved the bag into your pockets and kept walking to where your car was.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" She called, pulling you back by your wrist. You stopped, but didn't turn around to face her.

"Were you dealing?" She repeated. No answer. "Do you beat up all of your clients?"

"No. Go home, Robin."

"No. No, y-you—" Her hair drooped over her face like a mop. "You've been lying all summer. You're a liar."

You were grateful for the rain because it masked the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. "You're right," you said, "maybe I am. But I don't want to lie anymore."

Within a quick swoop, you cupped her cheeks and kissed her deeply. The rain was still pouring down on you, and you would dread the cold that would follow it the next day. But you didn't care, because you knew—and all you cared to know—was Robin's warm lips against the cold.

When you pulled away, Robin's eyes fluttered open, raindrops catching onto her lashes for a split second, then she was kissing you again.

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"Can you say something, please?" You mumbled. She had offered you a seat on her bed after giving you a towel, but you refused as you didn't want to wet her sheets.

"Where are you from? Really?" Robin pressed.

You took a breath. "Connecticut," you said, "Rockford, Connecticut."

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because,” you sighed, “I don’t know. You couldn’t care less where I’m from, really. I’ve felt more at home here than I have my entire life in Rockford.

My mom sent me here because she wanted me away from someone I was seeing, and she didn’t like that it was . . . a girl.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. She never liked me anyway, and I think it was just an excuse to send me away.” You rubbed your hands together. “Aunt Louise offered me to work for her—“

“Selling drugs.” Robin cut you off.

“I told her I’d quit after today.” You said. “I’ve saved up some money from my cut. Then I’m leaving.”

“Oh.” Robin should have expected it. This summer wasn’t going to last forever, but maybe she believed that it did. She wasn’t ready to lose you so soon. “Why don’t you stay here?”

“No.” There was a moment of hesitation that Robin liked to believed that you were considering it, but the finality of your tone shut it all down. “I can’t. I need to . . . I need to get away.”

“I think my parents know about us.”

You laughed quietly. “I figured. Just from the way that talked to me like I was apart of the family. You’re so lucky, Robin.”

“But you still wanna leave.”

You kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in her lap. “I need to find out who I am, Robin. It has nothing to do with you. This summer was the best I’ve had in my life, all ‘cause of you.”

She looked away, but you caught the tear sliding down her face. “Can you kiss me?”

You complied, capturing her lips in a soft embrace. Her cold fingers came up to cup your cheeks, making you sigh. She let you push her back towards the bed, your hands inching further south, shivers covering her legs.

Robin sniffled, and nuzzled into your neck above her. “I don’t want you to go.” Her voice cracked and breathy, and she suddenly felt so small in your arms.

“I’m right here.” You trailed slow kisses along her neck. “I’m here.”

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The day you left, it was the hottest day recorded in Indiana that year.

You said goodbye to Aunt Louise with a hug, then slung your backpack over your shoulder and walked over to where Robin stood. She looked up, her eyes were glossy, but she was trying her hardest to conceal it. You smiled sadly.

Slowly, she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a bag of sweets, the brand of lollipops you were always munching. “Something for the road.”

The bag of lollipops folded over in your hand, and suddenly you felt like this was all a mistake. Watching Robin so sunken and down, as she picked at the loose thread at the hem of her shirt . . .

You wrapped your arms around her and squeezed. “Thank you,” you said softly, and kissed her cheek.

Robin stayed long after you had climbed into your red car, giving her one last glance through the mirror, and long after it disappeared around the corner at the end of the street.

The silence without you was deafening. The sun, yellow and glaring, mocking her.

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New York City, 2004.

“We have one last question, coming from over here. Yes, please.”

“Hi, my name is Daphne. I was a huge fan of the novel, and I was wondering how you came up with the idea?”

The woman smiled gratefully, raising the microphone to her lips. “Thank you. I would say that this book is a semi-autobiographical recount of a particular summer I had at the end of high school. I see a lot of myself in our narrator, and the pure love she shared with Eden was something I’ve definitely felt once.”

“Where is the real Eden now?” Someone chimed in.

She chuckled. “That’s an answer for another Q&A session.” The crowd rumbled with chuckles.

The bookstore began to clear around five in the afternoon. She sighed, and mentally ticked off another date on her list of cities that she was going to visit to promote her book. Apparently she needed to get her word out there to sell it, said her publisher, who would have thought?

“Mind signing another copy?”

It was a voice she hadn’t heard in so long. Each cadence, each intonation, she had etched them into to remembrance, locked away in a box at the far corner of her memory.

It’s been so long, yet, your voice hasn’t changed.

“Did it really take you 18 years to find out who you are?” She smirked.

You only smiled, a beautiful and cheerful one. It was as if you were that teenager again back in ‘86. You were home.

“Hi, Robin.“

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley imagines #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you #robin buckley angst #robin x reader

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fxllfaiiry · 2 years

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Now playing... Bad idea by girl in red

Thinking about making out with robin in her suit.

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Just as Robins's shift ended you pulled her towards the back of the store away from all the prying eyes of customers. “Wha- why did you drag me out all of a sudden?” Robin huffed. “You look hot in a suit Robs, plus your shift is over so.” You answered looking at her with lustful eyes. Robin who had a lot to say less than a second ago had suddenly forgotten everything. The way you were looking at her was making her feel all tingly inside. Without another word, Robin crashed her lips against yours making you moan softly into her mouth. Your hands went up to grab her collar tugging on it. Robin continued kissing you with passion, her hands tangled in your hair. She pulled back panting for air and smirked at you. She lightly whispered, “What if I start wearing the suit at home?”

#stranger things #stranger things spoilers #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley angst #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #lesbian #lgbtq #robin buckley fic #maya hawke x reader #maya hawke #robin buckley headcanons #robin buckley concept

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android!Robin has several technical problems, the most important ones having to do with her memory card, battery and motor skills.

Androids are supposed to have perfect photographic memory, but Robin's memory is poor even by human standards. She tends to forget where she left her keys, what she was going to do when walking into a room, etc. She forgets her schedule all the time, as well as Nancy's, and can't remember a recipe to save her life. Dustin and Suzie say it's a problem with the connections needed to access her memory card, rather than with the memory card itself. It's fixeable, but extremely difficult and expensive. Robin wants to get this fixed and she's working hard to pay for it - she doesn't want to be an inconvenience. Nancy will support her decision, but she really isn't bothered by Robin's poor memory. She just hopes she's doing it for herself and not to make herself "easier to handle" for other people (she's been told that's what her worth was based on her entire life).

She's only had one memory card her entire life (as far as she knows). Nancy's greatest fear is Robin hitting her head and it breaking. One could potentially take out the memory card and delete it or install a new one - that is Robin's greatest fear.

At one point, her connections get so bad there will be days in which she can't remember Nancy at all, or what her own name is. She'll act almost like a normal android those days - following orders, not speaking unless necessary, not expressing emotion unless instructed to, etc, though her poor motor skills, battery problems and bad memory will make it difficult. It freaks Nancy out every time, and she always tries to get her to snap out of it as if she were human, before accepting that love can't solve this problem, and calling Dustin and Suzie to fix it. She'll pay any price if it means having her Robin back.

Robin lets herself be turned off without complaint, without even the terrified shudder Nancy used to feel when she forcibly did it during their first weeks together. Robin's docile obedience as she let Nancy do this to her, and the way her body went limp in Nancy's arms, never failed to bring Nancy to tears.

It would take days for Dustin and Suzie to fix some of Robin's problems. This one took between one and two weeks. Longest it ever got was 16 days. During that time, Robin would lay lifeless on their workshop's table, her battery sitting somewhere else to prevent her from turning on automatically. Dustin insisted that he and his lady (as he called Suzie) worked best when their kingdom (their workshop) was untouched by foreign hands, so Nancy wasn't always welcome to visit Robin in that state. Nancy was relentless, though, and she usually managed to convince him to let her in for a few minutes. He thinks it's pointless - it's not like Robin can feel her there. She can't even dream. It doesn't change anything. In fact, he worries Nancy will be more disturbed than comforted, because Robin's entire skull, neck and spine will be exposed - only it's not bones and flesh inside, but metal and plastic circuits, plates, chips, wires and pistons. He's careful to at least put her face back in place when Nancy visits. He expects her to be taken aback by the sight, but instead, Nancy's eyes are full of so much worry and care and adoration as she observes Robin's lifeless body. She doesn't dare touch her - she doesn't want to hurt her. But she misses her so deeply.

When it's all finished, Nancy takes her back home with the utmost care and tucks her into bed. She waits by her side until she turns back on, and softly talks to her, asks her how she's feeling, brings her some water and asks her questions, to see if she's back to normal. Because it's all recorded in her memory card, Robin can remember everything - can remember the time she spent not knowing who she is, thought she can't remember if she was self-aware during those episodes. Whenever she wakes up, she's just happy to see Nancy, and wants hugs and cuddles from her, but she begins to cry out of fear as she tries to remember the details of not being. Nancy holds her every time, asks her if she wants to watch cartoons or if she wants her to read a book for her, to keep her from spiraling. She hates seeing Robin look so small and scared, but she also knows she's not scared of anything Nancy can protect her from. The horrors haunting her come from her own mind and her own nature.

(Dustin and Suzie make a copy of Robin's memory card and give it to her, just in case).

Dustin and Suzie take care of any fixes Robin needs. They're much nicer than any other technician at the previous repair shops she's been to. The most usual fixes have to do with weakness and stiffness in her knees and hips, especially on her right leg (it got broken pretty badly during a beating by her last owner - Billy Hargrove. He wanted to make her unable to walk. The person his father sold her to next did a poor job fixing her). These fixes are usually quite simple and take very little time. She will refuse to see them, though, until she reaches her breaking point when she struggles to stand up, or when she suddenly falls to the ground. It always worries Nancy to death - she's terrified of Robin hitting herself and suffering even more damage. It always takes some convincing for Nancy to get her in her car and on their way to Dustin's workshop. Sometimes, the fix will be so simple they don't even need to turn her off. Nancy holds her hand during these.

The third big problem is her battery. Thankfully, her battery is detachable and easily replaceable. They only had a mayor issue with it once, and they had to order a new one. Robin's model is rare enough that it took over a week to get there. During that time, they installed solar pannels in the balcony and Robin had to be connected to them with long, thick cables that stretched all around the apartment. It was more amusing than anything else, having to step around the cables and make sure none of them got accidentally disconnected. Cloudy days made her pretty much useless and had her lying in bed watching cartoons all day. She was completely turned off after sunset and she was up by sunrise. Needless to say, she couldn't leave the apartment for the week and had to call in sick to work.

Good thing was, though, that the new battery worked much better than the previous one. It lasted much longer. Nancy had only seen her this excited a few other times. The way she kicked her bedroom door down with a wide smile on her face as she yelled at her to come to the kitchen just made Nancy smile with adoration. Robin showed her the box in her hands - she was shaking with excitement - and asked Nancy to help her install it. She turned herself off and Nancy did the rest - disconnected cables, take out old battery, install new one. When she turned Robin back on, she was more full of life and energy than she'd ever seen her be. Free from her cables, she immediately grabbed Nancy's hands and dragged her outside - the sun was shining and she wanted to run around in the park, to roll on the grass and count the cloud and photosynthesize with a good book in her hand. To Nancy, she looked like a puppy, or a happy little bird just released from its cage. She could never say no to her, they would spend the entire day outside if Robin wanted to.

#ronance #android!robin au #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin buckley angst #but also #robin joy #i feel like this au is the definition of fluff and angst. the definition of hurt/comfort #my posts #btw that was NOT robin's first memory card 👀👀 just a lil harmless fun fact #i feel like i should also share the nancy lore because she does have lore too #for now i just want to say that #robin here relates to plants a lot. all she needs is water and sunlight. she's a very eco-friendly robot #she doesn't even produce CO2 (take that humans)#also: her battery is shit during winter. its like a phone battery - as soon as temperature goes subzero (in celsius terms at least idk #i guess thats like 15 farenheit) her battery begins to deplete super fast and she gets sleepy and needs Nancy to take her back home #and tuck her into bed for the day.#this is especially true if the day is also cloudy #though i think they get one of those lamps people use to grow weed inside the house. they help her photosynthesize

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