#if you're out of my life. dont comeback. youre not welcome anymore

[th3-sad-3mo-princ3ss]

To everyone that ever left me or hurt me. Thank you. I wouldn't be this amazing if you stayed.

[bitterbutblue]

What if i request Robin x Fem!Reader where Robin felt a bit pressured from the media and as her beloved girlfriend you help her relief stress :33

It can be fluff or smut, i dont rlly care i just want more Robinnn content :333

Thank you in advance!!!

Also can i be 🍷 anon? :3

you're not bad, but rather good ☆ robin x fem!reader

~ omg hi!!!! ur my first anon this is so exciting.... i don't do smut but i can totally do fluff.. anything 4 u <3

gonna start naming out the song lyrics i've been using as titles

loveable ~ jo yuri <3 ~

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Robin's recent comeback- a miserable failure.

Robin's new EP 'Welcome To My World' has been nothing but a colossal failure. With each new album, Robin continues to disappoint- fans are sick of her low effort songs and lack of stage presence. Her comeback stage shows her clearly lack of passion. Just because she has made a name for herself does not mean she can now slack off on stage when fans pay thousands to see her-

You closed the article before you finished reading it. If you continued, you probably would've ended up throwing your phone across the room or do something along the lines of that sort of stupidity that you would end up regretting later. That article was like a knife through the heart for Robin but for you it was a knife through the author's decaying and bleeding out body as you stab that fucker over and over again. Okay, maybe that was too violent but fuck you can't stand to see people say such bullshit about your girlfriend. She called you at work, crying and saying she couldn't do it anymore. You could barely make out her words through her sobs and the bad signal (which led you to believe she was hiding in the bathroom).

"I worked so hard, I don't know what they want from me. I can't-"

"Robin, baby, deep breaths- okay? I'm right here, it's okay."

It infuriates you, how people can run their mouths and say whatever bullshit that comes to their mind just because they're not satisfied with their own miserable lives. Just because they feel like dragging someone down would perhaps make themselves feel better about the fact that someone half their age is more successful than they will ever be. You want to tell her that you'll fucking find them and make their life a living hell but that's definitely not what she wants to hear right now.

"What do they want from me? I'm so tired, I don't wanna do this anymore."

All you really could do was continue to comfort her, hoping that she can pick up what you're saying through the static and cut offs due to bad internet. You just stayed with her until her cries became sniffles and she stated that she has to go before they suspect anything. You swallowed back your worry and just nodded.

"Okay. I love you, Robin.

You can feel her smile from across the phone.

"I love you."

That night you spent the entire evening in the kitchen, prancing around and trying not to burn the eight things you have going on the stove as you flip through your phone to find that recipe for the thing in the oven that looks horrifically bad.

"Ah fuck..."

You check the time- 8:03, she should be back soon. You finally find the recipe page and you feel your heart drop. Fuck, you were supposed to bake it for 30 minutes- not 50! No wonder that shit looked so wrong! You scramble to pull it out of the oven, the timer with 5 minutes left. You groan when you see how it looks- first it looked wrong and now it was probably burnt too. So much for making your girlfriend's favourite dessert.

"Love?"

The soft voice startles you, yelping as you dropped the cake pan.

"Shit!"

Robin stands there in all her glory. She looks exhausted, eye bags worse than before and shoulders sagged but to you she was still the most beautiful woman you have ever laid your eyes on.

"Everything okay?"

She tries to smile at you but it looks so forced. You feel your heart clenching in your chest as you pick up the cake pan from the ground, moving it back onto the counter.

"Baby, just let me take care of you tonight?"

You pull her in close, hugging her tight. She freezes at first, before completely melting in your grasp. She lets out a shaky sigh as she buries her head in the crook of your neck.

"I missed you."

Her voice is muffled against your shoulder but you just smile as you tiptoe to press a kiss to her forehead.

"I missed you so much, baby." You pull away, cupping her face with your hands as you brush your thumb against her cheek. "You look beautiful."

"Don't lie."

She gets flustered so easily, face turning pink as she looks away but she can't stop the small smile from forming on her face.

"I'm not. You look beautiful."

She sighs as she looks back at you, and the tired expression on your usual warm and happy girlfriend really does hurt you. The way the media can tear people down into nothing but the most insecure parts of themselves has always rubbed the wrong way with you but watching it happen to the one you love most is absolutely heartbreaking.

"I made you dinner?"

"I saw."

Her smile is not as forced now as she looks around the kitchen, a soft giggle escaping her lips.

"Quite a mess you made."

You just shoot an embarrassed grin at her as you tried to hide the cake pan behind your back.

"Well, I'm not a good cook."

"I think you did amazing."

She steps forward, caging you between the counter and herself.

"You make the worst days brighter, you know?"

"You make each of my days better. It's only fair I do the same to you."

Robin looks down, playing with her hands.

"I don't deserve you."

"Oh shut up."

The kiss was soft, gentle and loving. She cups your cheeks as she steps closer, bodies pressed against each other as you pour all the love you can convey through a simple act.

"I love you. I really love you so much, Robin." You say breathlessly to her when you pull away. She doesn't say much, only resting her head on your shoulder as she takes your hand into her own, lacing your fingers together.

"And I'm so proud of you for your new comeback. You've worked so hard and it paid off. You keep outdoing yourself and the people who don't see that can fuck off and die."

She sighs.

"No need for the violence, yeah?"

"Violence is always the answer."

You feel your heart flutter when she lets out a soft laugh, like a songbird's first melody of a new spring.

"You do whatever you want." She says, resting a hand on your chest as she leans in to press a quick but soft kiss to your lips. "Thank you- for this."

"Always."

The food you cooked was mostly inedible- resorting to the two of you ordering takeout together but you couldn't care less about the burnt cakes or undercooked mac and cheese. Robin is smiling again, and that's all you wanted to achieve for the night.

Response to: Robin's recent comeback- a miserable failure.

Robinsdog: op do u not have a life

servallandau_official: No one thinks this.

⤷ talesofthewinterlandsfan222: serval spitting facts but also what r u diong here

⤷ servallandau_official: Do I know you?

⤷ talesofthewinterlandsfan222: ENEVRMIND

march4robin: im giong to find u my entire crew is oing to find u we will run out train into u

galaticstelleballer: i am also going to run my train into u. and my bat. both at the same time.

⤷ dh: Guys please.

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@flamingshieldwrites

She looked over towards him with a caring surprise when he thanked her and she knew it was genuine "you're welcome" she sucked in the lollipop harder, she normally did when she was thinking but as he shouted at her she flinched slightly and put the lollipop in her glass. It was only a lollipop, geez.

She watched him stand up as he put his coat on but it was his sheer vulnerable honesty that made her speechless, she doubted he had ever said those words around anyone before let alone allowed. Even though he was basically saying he just wanted to fuck her, she didnt feel offended anymore. Why was he being so honest to a woman that clearly pissed him off?

She let him go, she felt stuck on the sofa, in shock as no smart comeback flowed from her lips but the closing of her front door made her jump. Running to the door, she swung it open "Ransom wait!" What the fuck was she doing? She no longer knew but she couldnt just let him leave like that .

Already heading down the steps to him, she stopped "I'll take you to the club or your home but just hear me out.." she licked her lips but nervously now as she looked at him "I'm sorry" she was genuine "it's not fair to play with you like that. I dont want a relationship with you if thats what you're thinking. I dont want to settle down with a guy, I cant, because when i did it.....I got physically hurt and I'll probably end up being a black widow now. All men have boasted how good they are then they turn into a shitty night" she stepped closer "I'm sorry I thought you were just like all the rest of the rich men in my life. Who couldnt feel if their life depended on it and think the whole world owes them because you're not like that. You're better than even the poorest men I know. You have a fucked uo family that fucks with you, shit I'd be fucking everyone I see too just to feel numb about it all. " she sighed rambling again she just knew it "i shouldnt tease you then walk away, I'm sorry. Go to the club, fuck people there, hell bring women back here, even fuck infront of me, when I say I'm not bothered by it, I honestly mean it. I'm not trying to change you, I'm just trying to be on your side and show you you're worth getting to know. I want to be your friend and I cant let you go like this. So ...Ransom stay here for a couple of nights, you can bring girls back and fully ignore me. I'm not going to be bothering you, I'm not that woman, you do your thing, I do mine but at least I know you're okay. Please?" She smiled genuinely at her "oh and I wont suck any lollipops while you're around either as that apparently makes you insane" she smirked a little. "Its an old habit of when I'm thinking, I like to suck something and dont...." she laughed "I know what you're thinking. " she sighed a little "you know what" she tossed him his keys to the car and the house "up to you, I'm going back inside for a drink, have fun at the club" she wasnt mad or storming off, she was actually encouraging him to let off some steam. God knows why she wanted to make sure Ransom of all people was okay.

Pouring a glass of bourbon, he then placed it down on the island and took a long drink from the bottle instead. He had gotten inside her fucking head but at least she wasnt pouncing on him. She figured he never had a friend before and god knows why she thought she could be such a thing.

Bitter Aftertaste

@captainstevenrogerswrites

Hugh Ransom Drysdale Thromby, quite a mouthful huh? He never cared for the name Hugh, favoring to instead be called Ransom, in fact if anyone called him by his Christian name, well they just got ignored and maybe were treated to a glare if they were lucky.

The playboy, the trust fund jerk, the eternal asshole. He had heard them all before and he honestly didn't care what anyone thought of him. Sitting in the club he leaned back on the back of the stretched out velvet seat and stretched his arms out. He was like the predator stalking his prey as he tapped his hand to the beat of the music, watching the club patrons as they enjoyed the night.

"Ransom." Hearing his name he looked up to see the voluptuous blonde standing there with her pouted painted lips and curves that were barely covered by the dress she wore. "You never called me back, I've been waiting to hear from you." His brows raised as he looked her up and down, anyone that knew him knew he wasn't one for calling anyone back, he never went passed the one night and even if it was mind-blowing rough sex ( was there any other kind?) He never pursued anything. "Yeah, about that." Flashing her a smirk she ran her hand over his clean shaven jaw as he looked back towards the crowd.

"Buy me a drink and I'll forgive you." Her hand now was running down to his chest, stroking over the gaps of skin. She was making it pretty clear she wanted another round with him but where was the fun in that? He'd already had her, several times in one night she was good but he wasn't going to get into a messy situation where she thought it was anything more than a hook up. He grabbed her hand and stared up at her. "Not tonight sweetcheeks. I'll call you." He smirked heavily, both knowing that call would never happen as she drew her hand back.

"God you really are a dick." He smiled at that remark, giving her a once over with his eyes. "Yeah one you loved sitting on, now go find someone else to bug. But stay close incase I get bored." Just then his phone vibrated in his pocket, the blonde stormed off cussing and calling him for everything but not like he even cared. Flipping the phone he glared at the screen as he read the text. "Your grandfather just died for god sake. Ransom where are you?" He pushed the phone onto the table as he lifted the chilled bottle and refilled his glass. Family, he hated the word, he only stuck around them because of the money.

Sitting back he sipped from the glass as his eyes moved around the room. Ransom was on the hunt for his next fling and he wanted sex to block out the shit that was going on with his so called family. Scanning the crowd he then stopped as he saw a face he'd never seen before. A brunette, he didn't mind those, her curves hugged her dress as she took a seat at the bar and his eyes roamed over every inch. Snapping his fingers the waiter appeared and he nodded over in her direction. "Champagne for the lady, tell her I sent it and would love if she would join me."

He didn't take his eyes off her once, was she meeting someone here? He didn't care, he just needed five minutes in her company and no matter who she came with she would be leaving with him. Smirking against the rim of the glass he downed its contents. Ransom was on the hunt and he'd just found his next prey.