#YALL BETTER PAY MY GIRL ROBIN SOME FUCKING RESPECT
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coffeetea-beans · 2 years ago
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The face card never declines🤎🖤
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moonlit-imagines · 5 years ago
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Stalker
Robin Buckley x reader
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a/n: lord i hope this was for robin buckley and not damian wayne lmaooo i think it’s robin b we gucci. also, psa band kids r not losers its just a stereotypical high school 80s thing pls dont kill me yall are killing it
prompt: anonymous: “heeey could you do robin x reader where robin’s friends has been saying that reader is “crazy, stalker” all these bad stuff (and it wasn’t true) and reader gets all sad because she starts to think she too clingy and needy and stays away from robin and then robin confronts her about it? shsoaoqo thanks!!”
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“Uh-oh, look out Robin, it’s the stalker.” One of her band mates whispered and pointed at you as you approached.
“Hey, Robin!” You greeted her with a hug. “Hi, Meredith.”
“Hey there, y/n.” Robin smiled awkwardly.
“Hey.” Meredith huffed. The three off you didn’t speak for about ten seconds, then you broke the silence.
“So, Robin, are you doing anything this weekend? ‘Cause I was thinking—” You were suddenly cut off.
“Me and Robin have plans.” Meredith told you, grabbing Robin’s shoulder. “Isn’t that right, Birdie?” She cocked and eyebrow and waited for Robin to play along.
“Uhh...” Robin hesitated, switching her gaze between you and her friend. “I guess so...” She shrugged, causing you to frown.
“Oh, okay.” You sighed. “Maybe another time?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Meredith answered snottily, making you cringe.
“Okay, see you in sixth period.” You waved goodbye and headed to your locker. As you walked away, you could hear Robin’s friend calling you names.
“What a loser, huh? She’s crazy!” Meredith nudged at Robin’s side. “You’re welcome.” Jeez, you know it’s bad when the band kids are calling you a loser. Now you know how Jonathan feels. Speaking of Jonathan.
“Hey, you okay?” Jonathan tapped your shoulder as you stared into your locker.
“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” You lied. You kind of wanted to go to the girl’s bathroom for a minute to cry. But the bell was about to ring and if you got another tardy you’d get a detention.
“Liar.” He poked you in the side, which never failed to make you jump.
“Oh, shut up.” You dumped your books in his arms and slammed your locker. “How do you deal with everyone calling you names behind your back?”
“Oh, my god, y/n.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This better not be about those band kids again.”
“It is.” You slouched over.
“Hey, who cares if the band kids think you’re weird. They’re band kids.” Jonathan tried to reason with you. But when he turned to you, there was still a huge frown on your face. “This is about her, isn’t it?”
“Yeah...” You opened the classroom door for Jonathan and walked to the back, where he set his and your books down on your respective desks.
“You want some advice? Leave it alone for a while. Try to focus on you, not Robin. If the band kids are bullying you—” Jonathan said.
“Stop!” You swatted him.
“Okay, fine. If the band kids are giving you a hard time, just keep to yourself. Look, you’ve always got me.” He put out his hand for a fistbump, but the teacher yelled at the two of you for not paying attention right after that. “Sorry, Mrs. Stewart.”
“Yeah, sorry Mrs. Stewart.” You repeated.
After class, you said bye to Jonathan and he wished you good luck. You got to sixth period and walked right past Robin. She immediately noticed something was wrong, but left it alone.
The final bell rang and you left the class without a word. Even walked past Meredith, ignoring her snarky comment about you. You walked straight to the student parking lot and waited by Jonathan’s car. Robin watched from the sidewalk, genuinely worried if you were okay.
“C’mon, Rob, we have rehearsal. Stop looking at the stalker before you turn into one.” Meredith pulled her away from the window. Jonathan met you at his car and unlocked your door for you.
“How was sixth period?” He asked.
“Better.” You tilted your head back and forth. When you got in the car, he put on your favorite cassette tape for you.
“How about we get some food and catch up on that one show you like, what’s it called?”
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It had been a few weeks since you gave up on trying to talk to Robin. You still heard the band kids make fun of you in the halls, but Jonathan taught you how he deals with assholes. Robin felt bad, she wanted to say something, but every time she tried, Meredith got in the way, and you went about your day.
Robin had finally had enough. She pushed Meredith away and walked right up to you.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. You were honestly kind of startled by her question.
“What do you mean?” You innocently asked her. She blankly stared at you.
“You’re avoiding me.” She raised her eyebrows matter-of-factly. You pressed your lips together in a line and shrugged.
“Seems like you were the one avoiding me, Robin.” You shook your head and turned around, seeing Jonathan.
“If this is about Meredith,” Robin took you by the shoulder, “I think she’s a bitch. I only hang out with her because she’s been my friend since first grade. I don’t think you’re a stalker.”
“Sure act like you do.” You bit your lip, hoping Jonathan would come to your rescue any second now. Robin could see the tears pooling on the rims of your eyes.
“Come here.” She grabbed you by the arm and dragged you to the bathroom, then grabbed a few paper towels. You clenched your jaw, holding back tears.
“I’m just trying to be nice, Robin. That was all I wanted to do. I wanted to get to know you better. Find a friend in you. Maybe something more, I don’t know. But you and your little band bitches do nothing but talk shit about me like it’s a fucking crime to be nice!” You blew up, tears streaming down your face.
“I’d love to hang out with you this weekend, okay? I don’t think your crazy. Everyone else is just mean.” Robin wet the paper towel down with cold water to bring the puffiness down in your eyes.
“I can’t hang out this weekend.” You sniffled, melting into her touch as her hand cupped your chin.
“Why’s that?” She hummed.
“I’ve got plans.” You smirked.
“Good one.” She chuckled.
“No, seriously. I have game night at the Byers’ house.” You told her. “Can’t reschedule that one, it’s too important. Maybe next weekend?”
“Fine. Next weekend.” She wiped your face off and the two of you left the bathroom together, side-by-side. Jonathan and Meredith were waiting for you two on opposite sides of the hall. You skipped over and hugged him.
“You okay, kiddo?” He wrapped his arms around you.
“No.”
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