#robbie jennings fanfiction

[pretty-little-mind33]

Robbie Jennings x fem!reader

Summary: You have the most embarrassing crush on your brother's friend.

Genre: Fluff <3

Warnings: both Robbie and reader are minors (15/16), no warnings except a reminder of soul-crushing crushes we all had in middle school lol

~ hope you like this 🫀anon! ~

When Robbie invited you over to his mother's shop for a study session, you had almost declined.

He had work and you didn't want to bother him, but when he'd overheard you complaining to your friends about not understanding your math test, he'd still offered. 

Afterall, in his words, "how could he let his friend's little sister fail a subject he can easily help her with?" and you were speechless. He'd left you in the hall with a wink and a familiar sinking in your stomach. 

So you didn't decline and now you find yourself sitting on a stool beside him, your math book open, tapping your pencil on the paper absentmindedly, as Robbie checks out Lindsay Marlings's assortment of fruits. 

"Are you tutoring now, Robbie?" Lindsay asks, her tone lightheartedly hostile as she leans her chin on her hand and he bags her apples. You try your hardest to focus on the numbers, ignoring how warm your cheeks have become. This feels humiliating. 

Robbie hums, looking your way as he nods. "Math help. Y'know I'm good at it," he quips, smiling at Lindsay and hands her the bag. "See you Monday," he says, successfully ending the conversation.

Lindsay huffs but leaves anyway and then Robbie's attention is on you again. "How's it going?" he asks, looking over your shoulder as you do your homework. You shift, moving your pencil so he can see and hold your breath.

You want to impress him. Robbie's arm reaches over your shoulder as he points to an equation. "This one's wrong," he says calmly. 

"It is?" you whisper, tensing up. God, this stupid crush is killing you.

Robbie nods and holds out his palm and you stare at it for a moment. His hands are as gorgeous as the rest of him. "Pencil?" he laughs, opening and closing his hand. You startle and hand him the pencil. 

You watch as he changes up the equation and you realize this was a stupid idea. You can't concentrate on math when he's standing so close to you. Robbie hands you the pencil again after having corrected your equation and then looks at you. He pauses, opening his mouth to say something when the words die in his throat and he ends up just staring into your wide eyes. You blink.

Has his eyes always been this blue?  

"Excuse me, love." You both hear the sweet voice of Mrs. Smith, your elderly neighbor and one of the shop's regulars. She's with her husband and she places her small basket of vegetables on the counter. 

Robbie jumps, tearing his eyes from you. He quickly recovers and moves away from you. "Hi, Mrs. Smith," he grins and begins to help her. You turn to your notebook again, chewing on your lip. 

"Hello, Miss Y/n," Mr. Smith tilts his cap as Mrs. Smith makes a comment on how Robbie looks more handsome every day she sees him. She almost reaches out to pinch his cheeks but stops herself at the last moment when you answer her husband.  

"Hello, Mr. Smith," you wave shyly. 

Mr. and Mrs. Smith exchange glances between you and Robbie and then Mrs. Smith nudges her husband. "What I wouldn't give to experience young love again, Tom," she laughs.

Robbie almost drops the squash he's packing up when he hears this as he clears his throat. His cheeks are dusted pink.

"Oh, we aren't—" you quickly explain.

Robbie interrupts you, "Here you go. That'll be six pounds." 

Mr. Smith sends Robbie a knowing look but hands him the money in silence. Mrs. Smith giggles and links arms with her husband as he grabs the groceries. "Don't work yourselves too hard, loves," she says, looking at your notebook, and sends you a kind smile. You nod, a little stunned from the entire interaction.

After they leave, you finish your work in silence as Robbie counts the money. 

* * * 

"Well, this is me," you pause, "thanks," you say as Robbie hands you your backpack and you hold it near your knees. You're standing outside your gate, heels rocking nervously. Robbie looks just as nervous as he rubs his nape and looks around, sending you a lopsided grin. 

"I hope I helped," he says. 

"You did! Very much so!" you exclaim, a little too enthusiastic and you instantly want to crawl into a hole and disappear. 

Robbie laughs, seemingly charmed. "Good."

He looks behind him and he almost looks like he wants to ask something but he doesn't. "Tell your bruv I say hi, yeah?" he says and then turns to leave. 

Your mind acts on autopilot as you panic. You don't want him to leave! You grab his sleeve and then your words become stuck in your throat when he turns around and your eyes go round. 

"Are you okay?" Robbie asks, eyebrows pinched with concern. 

You nod and then the word vomit begins. "I- would you like to hang out outside of school sometime? I- I know this really yummy fish and chips place near the—" you pause, remembering the look Lindsay had given you and all your insecurities jump out. "Sorry, this is so stupid," you whisper, moving to pull away from him. 

"Hey, wait." Robbie grabs your sleeve this time and tugs you closer. He steadies you with a hand on your arm. He cracks a smile, looking you over. "You're the first girl who's been the one to ask me out, y'know," he says. 

"I didn't—" you try to defend but he shakes his head. 

"I like it," Robbie reassures you. "You're really weird sometimes," he jokes but quickly adds, "but I like you." 

You scrunch your nose a little at the insult but his hand on your cheek makes the comment disappear. "I like you," he repeats, "and I'd be an absolute git not to accept your date offer."

Your shoulders relax and Robbie grins. 

"Name a time and place and I'm there."

[targsdaenerys]

let me tell you all a story. a story of my experience with ouat.

2012.

in fourth grade, i was watching american idol. during commercials, i viewed a promo consisting of a dragon and unicorns. now, at the time, unicorns were my ver y favorite, so of course, i was intrigued. i told my mom that i heard about a show with unicrons, but that i didnt know what it was called. she told me how she had heard of it and wanted to check it out. after watching the season one interviews between red and snow, she believed it was too old for me. i agreed. no unicorns. not what i was expecting.

2013.

a year passes. fifth grade was a blur, and all i know is that we went to disney. i had no idea what would change since then.

2014.

my friends are suddenly starting to talk about this kid’s eyebrows. how they are “so hot” and “sexy��. she showed me a picture off of robbie kay’s instagram and i laughed. ha, peter pan? whatever.

but then, it started to reoccur each monday, they would talk about it. i actually started to look forward to monday lunch periods. i begged them to discuss what they thought of the episode. once again, i was intrigued. 

so of course, i wanted to see what the fuss was about. whats this big deal with peter pan? and who the hell’s rumple after only a few clips, i suddenly loved snow and charming. i needed more. i needed to watch.

so i tried. desperately.  i only had an ipad, and was unaware it was on netlfix, so i tried to watch the first episode of the series by typing in “once upon a time season 1 episode one online free to any platform.i actually was able to find it and went in excitedly the next day to tell my friends. that was when i learned it was on netflix and thati could not wait to get home and watch it. so i did. but the thing is, i was only there for snow and charming scenes.  i literally only skipped to their scenes. thats how i watched the show.

but then, as i was scrolling around youtube one day looking forsscenes for them, i came across “Emma and Hook Kiss scene” my frirst thought? it was between “ew”and “serioulsy?”

i watched it anyway.

and to behonest, it was kind of just a “okay, that happened” kind of thing. it wasnt until my friend told me after the season 3 finle that emma and hook kissed again before i got alitle excited. not much more, though.

then months pass, and suddenly, scrolling around netflix, i come across the hunger games. i held a grudge against the series since it became big with the popular group in my school that year. but i was thirsty for romance. and i heard it had some.

and thats how i fell in love with everlark. one night. the next morning i started following pages on instagram. i look up the ship on googlge. and tumblr posts pop up. i make a tumblr.

i start to follow pages on there with everlark, but then i start to see things on both platforms. emma and hook. and then, i slowly started to fall in love. not much. i just watch a couple of their scenes during season three, come across their second kiss. getting really, really excitated for the fourth season.

at the point, i had written about two everlark fanfictions. i wanted to write one about emma and hook, but i had no i dea how. or what .

but then tumblr inspired me. to the point where i started to freak out over every episode no matter how small the scenes were. in october of seventh grade, i wrote my first captain swan fanifction. i also drew my first drawing that i never thought i was able to do. sure, it was with a sketchbook my aunt got me in second grade and a #2 pecil, but i believe its still beautiful. it wasnt long after i actually found the name, captain swan, rather than using “kemma” or “killimma”.

2015.

and from there, my obsession sky rocketed. i stayed up until four every night after an episode, despite schol the next morning. i wrote little drabbles that arelong since gone ever since my laptop broke. i drew more drawings, i rewatched every scene until thats all that was in my head.the s4 finale was as hard on me as everyone else, and i tried to write a specualtion fic to the s5 premiere. i neverfinshed. although, looking back at the writing now, i can still feel the pain i was in by it.

and then season five started. again, i freaked out as much as everyone else. every episode. i still remeber the week after the first episode, we lost someone int he fandom. we miss you, love.

and then it was late october.saturday the 22nd, my mom came into my room to ask me if id seen my friend alyssa that day. she was a year older than me, afreshman in highschool. i didnt, so i told her. i didnt ever think what might have been.the following day, i was working at the food pantry when my mom caled me.they had found alyssa. but she wasnt okay.maybe in her mind she may have been the best shes ever been, but to us,she wasnt.

no one else knew, and i had to walk home in silence. i didnt cry because at the time we werent as close as the year before and it didnt hit me.but then my mother’s words repeated in my head. “Alyssa died, sweetie.” it was asentence i never forgot.

im not the best at keeping my emtions with myself. i always think people will judge me and call me selfish if i cry, and i didnt want it to be like that. so i kept it in.i kept the tears in for so, so long, even to the point here i didnt even cry at her wake where she looked like an angel although the scarf around her neck was something shed never wear. and what kept my sanity? once upon a time. it was then when i realized it was my anchor. 

2016.

back in 2015 my mother made me audtion for a vocational school. earlier that year i had found its dance program and wanted to go, but along the way my intrest dwindled. she told me to give it a shot anyway because i had a very low chance of making it in due to my grades at the time. 

i made it in. 

the following months were the worst of my life. every day on the way home from dance wed fight about which high school was better, and although she was right about me going to the vocational one, i wanted to stay in my district. lets just say the only thing that kept me from following alyssa into the darkness was dance competitions. oh, and what else. the damn once upon a time episodes.

she forced me to go to that school, by the way. sure, i enjoy it now, but the people there suck and i still do not like how she went at it.

that fall, i take my friend to our first convention.since i started watching oneupon a time, i wanted others to watch it, and my one friend agreed to. until the end of the neverland arc.  and peter pan died. no more ouat for her. but, since robbie was going to be there, lets go. she got a picture with him, i got a picture with bex. yayay.

2017.

last week, we experienced the best sunday of our life. a wedding we never really thought would happen. it was unbelievable. emma got her happy ending(or beginning) aand we got ours. it was so thrilling that even my friend who stopped watching in season three was excited. but as much as it was unbeliable the night, the following morning was too.

that was the most giddiest i had ever felt for school. every more we have a forty five minute bus ride and the but whole time i listened to the musical on repeat. but then, as i looked down to pause the music as we pulled into school, i saw my friends text. Jen’s facebook post.

i was in a daze all day.

it wasnt until lunch, the last period since it was a half day, where i just broke down. people asked me what was wrong and i explained as best i could, but shitty people have shitty outlooks on things and they didnt understand. it was the loneliest ive ever felt.

my mom kind of comforted me, telling me how she felt the same when parent hood ended and that ill find a new show ill like just the same, but one upon a time is special. no show can replace or even add onto what kind of mark it had left on me. it was what started my career in wririting and drawing. in someways it kept me alive. and what did people do when i told them this? they laughed.

it was tuesday night when i ran down stairs, telling my mom about convention tickets for colin and jen photo op i found on sale. we had them in mind for awhile, but never got them. she told me wed look into it. we missed the sale.

so here we were, here i was, aall i was able to think about was how id never meet the people who played the characters that shaped me and my future. until the next morning, my birthday, where i was given the tickets.

and today,to night, was pretty much the end of the storybook. im not going to go into it because i have it on a post from about an hour ago. but thank you everyone, for helping me be me. and thank you for this blessed oppurtuniy, in which i had never and will never take for granted, to be a part of such a magical communtiy. because of this platform i have aspired my career of writing, drawing, and fulfilling my dreams of being a princess by being able to contact disney about the program.if it wasnt for this damned, beautiful fucking shwow, i would probably bedrastically different. this story we created is timeless, a neverending fairytale in both real life and on screen. the story contiues for ever and ever in our hearts and writing and drawing and all of the incredible talents we all have.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Miscellaneous Characters

fluff ✿ angst ✮ hurt & comfort ✷ smut (nsfm) ♥︎

main masterlist

- Conrad Fisher - The Summer I Turned Pretty (discontinued character)

STARLIGHT ✿✷ - You've always felt inadequate compared to Belly, but it's possible you never had a reason to.

DIRTY LITTLE SECRET ♥︎ - When Conrad Fisher catches his secret girlfriend masturbating, he loses his mind.

- Kaz Brekker - Six Of Crows/Shadow and Bone (discontinued character)

WEAKNESS ✮✷ - Kaz Brekker isn't insecure...

~ REQUESTS OPEN ~

- Robbie Jennings - Angus Thongs and Perfect Snogging

DAYDREAMIN' ✿ - You have the most embarrassing crush on your brother's friend.

- Drover - Australia

COWBOY CASANOVA ✿✷ - Drover doesn't take it too kindly when men disrespect your innocence.

- Leopold Mountbatten - Kate and Leopold

coming soon…