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Favorite movie

Robin Buckley x female reader

Tw: mentions of homophobia, not proofread, using of y/n

„You will never know, if she maybe likes you, if you never ask her to hang out“ she hears Steve‘s voice from the back. Her eyes rolling at the statement from her best friend. „It’s not that easy, Harrington, just imagine, we hang out. I make a move, she is straight and then I will be known as the disgusting lesbian all over the city“

She was right, and he knew, but if he has to hear Robin talk about her crush on this girl for much longer, he will freak out. „Robin, you know I am not the smartest person, but she so has a thing for you, even a blind person could see“

Again, he was right. Y/n has been openly flirting with her, everytime she came to pick out a new movie. Last time she was at Family video, he almost vomited because of the way she looked at his colleague. All the flirting going right over her head.

Robin was about to make another snarky comment but was interrupted by the front door opening. The unfamiliar face walking in with a big smile. „Talking of the devil“ Steve murmured after seeing y/n entering the store, turning back around leaving the register to leave them both behind.

„Hey Robin“ her beautiful, red coated lips spoke and Robin swore, her heart started beating even faster. She looked as gorgeous as ever, wearing a long, flowy skirt, plastered with flowers. „Hey y/n“ Robin stammered after a silence that was way to long and awkward in her opinion.

Her lips curled into a smile, hearing Robins flustered words from the place she was standing. She would never admit to anyone, too scared of being judged, but she probably had the biggest crush on the girl, working at family video.

„Can I help you with anything?“ Robin asked coming out from behind the register to stand next to the other girl. It had been a slow day, only having two other customers besides her crush. „You know, I was wondering, what is your favorite movie?“ the question came as a surprise. Robin has been asked this question by many customers before her, but somehow hearing those words out of her mouth, it felt different, special. Like she really cared about her opinion on movies.

„That is a Good question, it actually is“ her words were stopped after feeling y/n‘s hand reach for hers. Visibly flustered she looked down at the girls hand, her red painted nails wrapping around her wrist. „Why don‘t you just show me, which one it is?“

Still overwhelmed by the touch of her crush, she slowly made her way into the direction of her favorite tape. Her hand never leaving her wrist while she followed the cute girl. „This is it“ handing her the movie, whilst looking at her face for a reaction.

Scanning the cover, her lips curled up into a beautiful smile. „Great, I’ll take this“ she said handing the tape back to Robin. They both made their way to the register, to get the movie checked out. „Here you go“ Robin said putting the movie back into her perfectly manicured hands. „Tell me how you liked it when you watched it, I am very excited to hear about your opinion“

„Maybe, we could watch this movie together“ y/n said in a small voice, taking all of her courage to ask this question. Almost missing the small whisper, Robins eyes went wide. „Yes, yes I would love to“ she blurted out a little too loud. A smile making its way on both of their lips, „how about you come over to mine tonight“ she added, hoping not to weird her out. Nodding her head yes, Robin slowly took a pen and started to write her address on her delicate arm. Both of them sharing another smile. „Can’t wait“

Still not able to believe what just happened, she just stood there, watching the girl leaving the store hurriedly. „Told you“ Steve came creeping up behind her, scaring her whilst doing so. Robin only being able to smile, having nothing to add to that.

A few hours later, Robin was already wating patiently for the girl to arrive at her house. She had prepared popcorn, got all the drinks she thought that y/n would like and laid blankets out on her couch. Glady her parents had been out for the night so, she didn’t have to worry about them.

The ring of the doorbell took her out of her thoughts, she wasted no time running to the front door. And there she stood, her long hair bunched up into a bun on top of her head, wearing an oversized sweater and some gray sweatpants, her smile bigger than ever.

They got in and wasted no time getting to watch the movie. Robin could tell, y/n really liked the movie she picked out, the both of them discussing the things that happened and sharing some laughs at the funny scenes. As the movie took its end, both of them were sitting super close to each other, not wanting the evening to end.

„How about we watch another movie, I still have a horror movie I picked up weeks ago“ the short haired girl suggested. Y/n really wasn’t a big fan of scary movies, but she could never turn down the pretty girls suggestion.

The movie started and y/n felt herself getting super anxious, unknowingly starting to scoot even closer to the other girl. Robin on the other hand couldn’t pay attention to the movie as she felt her get closer to her. „Do you want me to turn it off?“ she asked calmly.

Shaking her head, not wanting to disappoint her, straightening herself up again. „It’s fine, don’t worry about me“ y/n let out with a shaky breath. Robin could tell she was scared, so she scooted closer to the frightened girl. This was it, she would risk it all, she thought.

Taking all of her courage, she took her arm and put it around the other girls shoulder. Y/n froze, thinking that she fucked it up, Robin was ready to pull her arm back, but suddenly, she could feel the girl leaning into her side, getting comfortable against her body. Too scared to say anything, Robin just enjoyed the closeness to her crush. A few moments later she could actually feel her falling asleep against her.

As the movie was over, Robin shook the girls body slightly to wake her up. Probably still in her dream state, y/n only wrapped her hands around the other girls body, making it impossible for Robin to make another move. Not wanting to bother the girl even more, she just decided to cuddle up against her and lay with her on the couch, that was actually way to small to fit both of them.

At that moment, Robin couldn’t care less about what was going to happen, when y/n was going to wake up, this was too good to be ended. Pushing away all of her negative thoughts, she fell asleep with the girl, she had such a big crush on, knowing, that it was probably not the last time, the both of them would end up sleeping with each other.

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WLW Hotline: IRL

Robin x fem!reader, smut 18+, 3.7k words

By popular demand here’s part twooooo (find part one here), ty for alllllll the looooooove on the original!!!! <3 pls enjoyyyyyyy (also sorry if there are typos or anything, i didn't proof it😅)

Part 1 • Part 3

CW: a lil angst before confessions before smuuuuuuuuut, Robin starts it but reader finishes, eager sub!Robin, mommy kink, oral (face-riding), masturbation, fingering, oral (regular kind lol) —obvi f recieving for the oral since its wlw—

Tags: @lightvixxen @blueeyedcami @robinsno1lesbian @qusok @dumbassbitchwithnotits @ronancelver @sarahisgay01

It’s been a week. Since that Sunday night call with Robin. She hasn’t called back.

And you haven’t tried her phone either.

“Fuck, yes, god,” Sweets moaned on the other side of the phone call. “Jesus, Honey you’re always so good at helping me finish,” he laughs.

“Always here to help, handsome,” you smile. “Talk next week, yeah?”

“Yes ma’am, talk then,” Sweets sends a kiss through the phone and hangs up.

“Alrighty Patricia! I’m off for the night,” I’ll see you Friday.”

“Oh, Y/N, just a minute!,” Patricia hollers from the hallway. She makes her way into your office before finishing her thought. “Sorry dear, there’s a girl on the line who’s been trying to call for an hour and a half but you had Bunny and then Sweets right after each other. She’s just gotten back on the line again, I told her to call in half an hour to catch you before you call it a night.”

“Patty, I’m off at 2am every night I work, you know that, should’ve told her to call again on Friday,” you whine a little before sitting back down at your seat.

“I know hun, but she was insistent!” Patty days on her way out of your office.

You take a deep breath and get comfy in your chair, putting your feet on the desk before picking up the phone. “Thanks for calling the WLW Hotline, how long of a session would you like tonight honey? Quarter, half or a full hour?”

“Hey Y/N.”

“Robin, hi,” you pull your feet from the desk and sit up straight, leaning on your elbows over the phone base.

“Hi, uh, your coworker told me to call back in half an hour, said you were on a call the last few times I tried to get through.”

“Yeah my regulars call around now,” you say, twirling the phone cord on your pointer finger. “Honestly didn’t think I’d ever really hear from you again.”

“I know you left your rents place so I didn’t know how else to get a hold of you,” Robin says, then pauses.

You wait a moment for her to keep talking, huffing and sitting back you break the silence. “What’s up Robin? I was about to head out for the night, my shift finished after my last call.”

You hear Robin suck in a breath, “sorry. Can we, uhm talk? In person? Coffee tomorrow at 11?  Blue egg cafe?”

Heart racing—from nerves or butterflies, you don’t know—“yeah, sure.”

“Ok, uh, see you then.” She hangs up.

You’re pretty sure the heart racing and nauseous feeling in the pit of your stomach is nerves for what Robin is going to say, not butterflies at the thought of seeing her and talking to her again after so long a time. Nerves that forced you out of bed at 8 am and at Blue Egg Cafe 30 minutes before the agreed upon time. 

Snagging a table outside in the cool fall air of September, you sip at your coffee. You picked a table just far enough away from the doors so people can’t eavesdrop and just close enough to where you parked that you can escape quickly if things go downhill.

You didn’t know wether to wave or just nod your head in acknowledgement when Robin showed up, just on time. Passing by the coffee shop and headed straight towards you. 

She skipped the coffee part of the coffee meeting and sat right down in the seat across from you. “You knew it was me, but you didn’t say anything?”

“Wow, ok hi, good morning to you to,” you scoff. “I did my job Rob. I help people finish when they can’t, you were a call so I was doing my job. Would you have stayed on the line if I told you it was me?”

“Good morning,” she whispers. “You could’ve transferred me to someone else.”

“Just getting right into the interrogation huh,” you laugh half-heartedly, desperately wishing to leave already. “No catching up no ‘how have you been, hows the new place? The new job?’ And, no actually I couldn’t. I’m the only worker for WLW side. It took me a month of bothering my boss daily to even think of opening my line and giving me a position. And even with that he only gives me three nights of work. So no, I couldn’t transfer you. I was your only option.”

You sip on your now cold coffee.

She looks away from you as she says, “I deserved to know.”

It’s the first time she’s hidden herself from you since she sat down. Seven minutes of pure frustration seeped questioning.

“You don’t think I realize that now? It was just supposed to be another anonymous call. Another one-and-done I’d never hear from you again and we could go back to head nods when we passed on the street. I didn’t think it mattered, until you said my name.”

“I-uh.”

“Y’know what,” you say, cutting her off. “Fuck it I’m gonna say it.”

Robin looks like she’s gonna say something to stop you.

“No let me say this so if things aren’t reciprocated I can go back to trying to forget about you,” you take a deep breath before starting again. “Robin I’ve liked you since the day I met you.”

She lifts her eyes to meet yours at your confession, but you look down. 

“Yeah I know pathetic. A two year long pining session. I had a crush on you the first time I met you at the mall with Steve and Dustin. And I thought maybe just maybe this would be it. This would be the feelings, the woman, that stays. And then you asked Vickie out. And I had to look happy for you even thought I had two tickets to Eddie’s big show in my pocket that day and was about to ask you to go with me as a date. I had to look happy because you were finally going out with the girl you crushed on through all of high school.”

“But you went to that concert with Steve?”

You laugh, “Yeah after I sobbed to him about how stupid I was to listen to him and Eddie and make a move.”

“Wha-I,” she looked at you with something in her eyes, but you couldn’t tell what.

“Please don’t pity me if that’s what you’re about to do,” you interrupt her with a laugh. “I’ve done enough of that for myself these last two years.”

Rob looks into her empty hands that sit on the table. You pause, searching her downturned face for any sort of familiarity or reciprocation.

“Can I ask one thing before I leave so we don’t have to see each other again?” you ask after a moment.

She looks up, with eyes that have the lightest of hurt laced in them

“Why did you stop talking to me? After getting with Vickie. Did I do something? Say something?”

“Uh, no. Actually that was my fault, no fault of yours at all. Um, Vickie asked me to stop being close to you because I couldn’t stop talking about how great you are and how much fun we’d had that summer,” she smiles to herself.

You don’t respond, finger tracing lightly around the rim of your empty coffee cup. You shift your chair out, ready to get up and escape but pause when Robin starts again.

“That’s also why we broke up. I was thinking of you a lot recently and let old habits slip out.”

“You-“

“Let me say something now, please,” she says looking at you.

You nod and let Robin continue.

“I know this sounds bad but, I don’t think I ever loved Vickie. Even when I said I did. I think it was just a reaction, something I thought I needed to say, she was someone I thought I needed because I’d spent so many years waiting for her. It was good, at the beginning, don’t get me wrong,” she smiles up at you. “We we’re happy, and the sex was great.”

“I don’t-“ you cringe.

“Sorry, sorry, you don’t need to hear that part,” she pauses. “But then we stopped, sorry, having sex and she stopped wanting me in that way and I stopped wanting her in that way and our personalities were too different and I was out and she wasn’t and there was so much wrong, but we stayed together,” she rambles.

“I wanted to share her with my people, to show her off, to worship her and her body like I want to worship my forever partner. But she said I was becoming ‘too much,’” Robin scoffs. “And so I backed off, tried to minimize myself to be what she wanted, and started thinking of you. And how easy it was when that summer we met. How myself I was. And I started bringing you up again. Steve told me that you moved out of your parents place like you always said you wanted to, how Eddie said you’d been to every. Single. One. Of his shows and had been the loudest one in the crowd. They said how happy you were, are, now. And I told Vickie all of it, as if she knew you, as if we were all old friends, and she got angry, said it was the last straw and left me. She asked me if I ever talked about her like I did you, when I didn’t answer, she said what I think I already knew. That I was in love, with you. That I am.”

You smile at her. Robin finds your hand on the table, holding it in hers and running her thumb in circles on the top of your hand. The two of you look at your hands together on the table, reveling in the warmth of the other. But you pull your hand away and stand up. Robin looks up at you, eyes full of love and want until you hold your hand out to her in a silent invitation.

She stands up and takes it, walking with you to your car around the corner. Once you get to your car you move to unlock your door with the keys and find Robin’s warmth at your back. She hugs you from behind, kissing the back of your neck while her hands roam your clothed stomach and drift up to your boobs. You moan as she takes them in her hands and squeezes through your shirt, grinding your ass back into her, your hands fumbling with the keys. You turn around to face Robin, desperately finding her lips with your own and catching her in a searing kiss before pushing her lightly away from you. 

She laughs and walks slowly to the passenger side of your car. You successfully unlock your door and sit down behind the wheel before leaning over and unlocking her door. She climbs in and leans into you while you put on your seatbelt, leaving hot open mouthed kisses along the right side of your neck.

“Robin,” you moan out. “It’s a ten minute drive.”

She halts her kisses up your neck and sits back to buckle up. The drive is quiet, but full of want and heat. You’re both silent as you walk up to the door of your house on the outskirts of downtown Hawkins. Patience is wearing thin as you both know what the future of tonight might bring, and as soon as you open the door and let Robin in first you follow behind, slamming the door and grabbing her wrist to turn her back towards you. You spin the two of you in a circle and push her back into the door, lips meeting hers in a hungry kiss.

She grunts as her back hits the wood, but that noise quickly turns into a wanton moan as you kiss her deeply and push a knee between her legs.

Licking the seam of her lips, she opens her mouth and your tongues caress and memorize the taste of each other. She grinds her clothing-covered pussy onto your thigh that rests at the apex of hers, and you pull back slightly noticing the line of spit that connects her lips to yours.

“Are you sure?” you ask, panting.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” Robin sighs, nudging your nose with her own, her lips hovering yours.

You smile into a brief peck to her lips and take her hand in yours. The two of you are laughing and falling over one another in your attempt to lead Robin to your bedroom. As soon as you enter your room, Robin pushes you to sit on the edge of your bed and straddles you. Your hands find a home on her hips as you look up at her.

“I think I’ve loved you since that movie night at Eddie’s a month after you moved to town,” Robin says, hands resting on each side of your neck as she looks down at you from her seat in your lap.

“Really?” you laugh, running your hands around her back and pushing up her shirt slightly so you could put hands to skin. “What about that night?”

“You brought everyone’s favorite snack and drink without us asking and with only knowing us all for two weeks,” she smiles, thumbs lightly tracing over your cheeks.

“You remember that?”

She nods her head, “the amount of care and love you had for people you’d just met was beautiful. You were beautiful,” she pauses to kiss you lightly. “You are beautiful.”

She captures your lips in another kiss and you pull her closer to you, hands on the skin of her back. She grinds down on you as you continue to swallow moans between kisses before pausing to pull her shirt the rest of the way off from where you’d begun to bunch it below her bra strap.You look at her, eyes asking silent permission, and unclasp her bra once she nods.

Her chest is bare to you, all full and open and waiting for worship which you’ll willingly give. And so you kiss from the hollow at the base of her neck to the valley between her breasts. Her head drops back and she whimpers as you leave kisses across each breasts fullness, kissing atop her pebbled nipples. When you take her right bud into your mouth she moans loudly, her hands coming to rest on the back of your head, keeping you to her as you lick and suck and nibble on her sensitive nipple. You pull back and blow cold air over her wet nipple, reveling in the shudder that racks her body and the goosebumps that decorate her skin before giving her left breast the same treatment. All the while, she continues to grind down into you.

She whines as you pull away from her heaving chest, looking down at you with lust before trying for your lips. You put your hands on her neck and lead her to you, meeting her lips in a sweet kiss before asking, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, mommy,” she pleads. “Touch me.”

You smile and place a kiss to her neck before pushing her hips away and getting her to stand up. She does, standing on shaky legs, and you do as well, falling to your knees before her and dropping a kiss to each of her hips before looking to her for approval. She nods and you unbutton her jean shorts, tugging them down her long legs and slowly lifting each foot to remove the shorts, placing a sweet kiss to each ankle as you do. You trail your hands up the outside of her legs and loop your fingers into the waist of her underwear, pulling them down her legs and dropping them with her shorts on the floor at the foot of your bed.

Leaning in, you pepper hot, open-mouthed kisses up her thighs and puff warm air onto her cunt at the apex of her thighs. She moves back, pushing her pussy away from you and placing her hands on your shoulders, her mouth open in a hot, deep breath. You look up at her from your place on your knees before her and meet her eyes.

“Want my mouth or my fingers baby?” you ask.

“Mouth,” Robin responds with bated breath.

You stand and remove your own clothes, Robin staring at every new inch of exposed skin as you discard them atop the pile of hers. She watches as you climb onto the bed and lay on your back, head by the top of your bed and placing a pillow below your head.

You lean up on your elbows and beckon her to you, “c’mere baby.”

She crawls on all fours up your body, capturing your mouth in a kiss and laying her naked body on your own. Skin on skin now, you moan into each other’s mouths, hips grinding into each other. You remove yourself from the kiss and Robin whines, mouth chasing after yours. 

“Ah ah, you wanted my mouth didn’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Words baby,” you say pushing her hair behind her ear.

“Yes, please mommy.”

“That’s my good girl. Now move up baby.”

She pauses and looks at you questioningly, so you move her yourself, grabbing her ass and pulling her cunt towards your mouth.

She grabs on to the headboard and stops  herself before her sweet pussy reaches your lips.

“Good, grab the headboard,” you smile up at her, reveling in the sight of her above you. “Now ride my mouth like you rode your hand last week.”

She doesn’t move so you smack her ass causing her hips to jump and putting her cunt just close enough for you to lick a stripe up it. She moans out with a full body shudder.

“Sit.”

And she finally follows directions, bringing her pussy to your mouth and riding your face. She pushes her cunt into you and you take the chance to suck her clit into your mouth. Robin bucks her hips and moans out your name. You let go with a pop and let Robin abuse your mouth like she did your hand, licking and sucking wherever and whenever she’ll let you. Once she finds a good pace, you flick your tongue in a circle around her hole before fucking up into her. She cries out as you do and grinds further onto your face, catching her clit on the tip of your nose.

You’re growing wetter by the second with the noises and sweet taste of her pussy, so you trail your hand down your stomach and to your own center. You flick and circle your clit as Robin rides you before slowly finger fucking yourself to the same pace that your fucking her with your tongue.

You’re watching her face contort in pleasure as you touch yourself and suck and lick at her cunt, and when she looks down she’s met with your cunt-drunk eyes eager for her to finish. She grinds her hips three more times before shuddering to a stop, pussy clenching while she’s cumming in your mouth. You remove your hand from your own cunt and hold her thighs, keeping her above you as you eagerly lap up her juices, licking up her pussy and suckling her clit through her orgasm.

Her thighs are shaking on either side of your head once she comes out of her high, and she slowly lifts one leg and moves off from above you.

She looks at you with love-drunk, fucked out eyes, her eyes coming to rest on her cum glistening on your lips and chin. Robin moves her body down, hip aligned with yours and kisses you deeply, tasting herself on your lips. You groan into her as her hand traces circles around your nipples bringing them to erect tips. She flicks and pinches them, never letting her mouth leave yours, tongue searching to taste more of herself on yours. Goosebumps raise on your skin as she trails her hand down your stomach to your mound, fingers nestling between your folds to run circles round your clit. You moan and turn your head away from her and into the pillow, and her lips attach to newly exposed skin on your neck.

“You didn’t finish,” she whispers between kisses.

She sucks and bites and leaves bruises behind her as she memorizes your neck and shoulder with her lips, and your cunt with her fingers. She runs her palm down your pussy cupping you before dipping a finger into your wet, warm hole. You clench around her finger and feel her lips trail down your chest and stomach. Opening your eyes to find her on her stomach between your thighs. She pushes another finger inside you at the same time that she licks circles around your clit with her tongue. You jolt at the wetness and your hands rush to her hair to hold her there. She moans into your pussy when you grip and pull at her hair and the vibration causes the coil that was already tight in your stomach to break and your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. Your back arches and your thighs tighten around Robin’s head as she continues to finger fuck and lick at your cunt helping you through the orgasm that runs through you.

You don’t register when Robin removes her hand from you, or when she drops kisses along your mound, hips, stomach and breasts before laying her head atop your chest. All you remember before sleep overtakes you both are six little words said by each of you.

“I’ve loved you all this time.”

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So Pretty, It Hurts

© nepentheansea all works are my own and contain mature content!

𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ・𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆

premise: You’ve fallen for her and can’t help the urge to tell her just that, but it might not have gone the way you expected..

Warnings: pining, swearing, angst, you know the drill my friends.

WC: 3.7k

A/N: I have nothing to say that would make this any less sad, so....enjoy!? Also I listened to, ‘so pretty it hurts’ and “we fell in love in october” by girl in red....so yeah.

So pretty it hurt was a mere understatement of how it felt to look at Robin, she was nothing shy of stunningly beautiful. Everything she did, pure perfection, you were convinced, and you had been for some time now. Even in her clumsiest moments, she could never seem to be anything less than perfect. You would gladly spend the rest of your days proving that to her, in every way you could, in every way she would allow, however, anytime you got the urge to tell her this, you fell short. There was never a right moment, the looming fear of rejection buzzing over your head anytime you opened your mouth to tell her. So you kept it to yourself, day in and day out wondering if you would ever get the chance to do so. It made your heartache the more you kept it in, the more you hid it from her, but how were you supposed to tell your best friend, that you were in love with her, and that you wanted to worship the very ground she walked on, especially when she made no gesture that she would even be open to the idea…you didn’t. 

“Do you think Steve is bringing someone?” Robin asked, mindlessly staring down at a rather loud-looking blouse, twiddling the buttons of it between her pinched fingers. You’re not sure how long you had been staring at her, as she stood in front of your closet, flipping through the endless amounts of colorfully dull shirts with ridiculous patterns on them. You were supposed to be on the way to the drive-in at this point, but alas here you were, killing time as robin had called it, patiently awaiting your ride. Your stomach twinges at the sound of Harrington’s name, Robin’s newfound best friend, one that you weren’t completely sold on. Ever since her summer working at scoops, Steve had weaseled his way into most of your conversations, and you couldn’t be any less amused by it. The truth was, ever since high school, Robin had been obsessed with the boy with flawless hair, and a rather arrogant stance, and then as soon as they started to work together last summer, things changed, Steve became her- well, you didn’t know what they were to each other, but you hated it. He wasn’t supposed to be here, in your lives. You had hoped that all those years of seeing him at school, seeing how arrogant and downright stupid he was would eventually open Robin’s eyes so that she could finally see how much of a loser he was, and how much she shouldn’t like him, but clearly, that hadn’t worked in the slightest. Just like he had with Nancy Wheeler, Tabitha Jones, and all the other countless girls, he had Robin Buckley falling for him moment by moment. At least Nancy Wheeler had her eyes opened to her rather quickly and was able to get out, but Robin was now trapped..

“Y/n?” 

Looking up at Robin, you took note of the hopefulness in her eyes, the way she was still clinging onto one of your shirts, the very one that Steve had commented on last year as a simple ‘nice shirt, looks good on you’ as if she was pleading silently with you to allow her to wear it. You twitch at the thought of Robin in your clothes and grimace at the thought of Steve commenting on it. 

“Sorry, what was the question?” you sigh, situating yourself against the headboard of your bed. Robin scoffed her typical scoff, as she let go of the shirt, moving on to the next one. “I said, do you think that Steve is going to be bringing a girl with him?” there it was, that familiar feeling of self-loathing, and jealousy that you didn’t want to acknowledge. You didn't care, that's what you had been telling yourself for the past year, you didn’t care. you weren’t jealous, weren’t bothered in the slightest. You didn’t care. 

 “Why does it matter?” The question fell from your lips in more of a rather harsh tone, not that you intended it that way, but you couldn’t help it. Mindlessly you grab one of your throw pillows, twisting the edge of it, hoping to redirect your attention away from the conversation. You hadn’t noticed that Robin had shot you a rather curious look. 

“You know what's strange?” she asks, shutting your closet doors rather abruptly. You hum in question, “You seem to rather dislike Harrington a lot lately? And anytime I mention his name you get all stiff..” You fight the urge to hit her with attitude and surmise that a shrug would suffice as a way to break up your response.

 “I’m not stiff, I just don’t understand why he’s always around. Like doesn't he have other friends to hang out with or at least other women to prey on?” that last bit you albeit whispered, wasn’t meant for her to hear. Robin moves over to the bed tapping your shoe as a means to tell you to move. You pull your legs into a cross, making room for her to sit down in front of you. 

“What’s your problem with him, you know, not to stroke his ego or anything, but he’s a great person, I know, hard to believe, but he is, he’s a lot different than he used to be.” She smiles softly, watching you carefully. This time you couldn’t help it, you spoke before thinking. “Ohh well isn’t that fantastic.” it was meant to sound sarcastic, but well it just sounded harsh, which ultimately earned a rather offended look on Robin’s face. “What? I just don’t get it, what do you see in him, besides he’s your friend, so like what does my opinion matter? Unless he’s more than your friend..” You add, your body tensing up, that wasn’t how you meant to say that, but again, oh well. You hated talking about this with her, especially since you had no idea where they stood with each other, Robin and Steve. Robin looks at you, a shred of realization forming in her mind. “Eh no way, he is just my friend..” she says, that hint of amusement in her voice. “I feel like if you got to know him you’d-” 

It was a pure impulse, the way you leaned forwards without thought, and pressed your lips against her perfectly glossed ones. You had been watching her, watching the way her plush lips moved as she spoke, and that's what prompted you. Your heart hammered, your ears rang, and everything you knew disappeared for the moment. You were kissing her. The only thing that you had been able to think about for the past few months, the only thing that had been consuming you, was finally happening. You were beyond all reasonable thought, controlled only by your want for her that it was clouding your judgment. She had given you the smallest form of reassurance, and you’re not even sure that's what it was, but you were determined to take it as such. She saw Steve as a friend. So you did it, kissed her. Perhaps it was out of jealousy, though you would more so like to call it an impulsive decision, but the thing was, it felt right to do it. You had been in love with Robin for some time now, and the moment you knew it, was the moment she took even more of an interest in lover boy Steve, or so you thought, so you kept it to yourself, not sure how your best friend would react to your sudden and newfound feelings, but now, well now was as good as time as any. 

Kissing her, like this, now, it felt right to you, and perhaps that had been simply because you had wanted her for so long, but it didn’t matter right now. Feeling that sense of greed filling you, you wanted more of her. Your hand finds her cheek in a desperate attempt to pull her closer, but she pulls away from you before you could start, a startled and accusing look on her face. She clearly hadn’t been expecting it, and from the looks of it, she hadn’t wanted it either. 

“What was that! Why did you do that?” she asks, the familiar sounds of a panicked rant filled your ears, as she stares deeply at you, her lips now pressed together. You had never seen Robin look at you like this before, that look of disapproval, but not over something you had said, but more so over something you had done, something that she ultimately didn’t like. You didn't know what to think. All of your thoughts and feelings had started to erupt, every single one rushing to the forefront of your mind, fighting against each other. That wasn’t how this was supposed to go, she wasn’t supposed to be upset, that you were sure of. 

The abrupt jolt of the bed as she stands up as you snapped back to reality, and on your feet as well. Taking a cautious step towards her, she retreated, her eyes darting around the room as if she was looking for someone to save her from you, like she now found herself uncomfortable in your presence. The thought tugged at your heart more than you cared to admit. 

“Robin I-” you start but fall short instantly. You weren’t sure what to say right off the bat, you hadn’t planned on it going this way, but to be fair, you hadn’t even planned on kissing her in the first place. You had been holding on to that for as long as you could remember, and were waiting for the right moment, but there never seemed to be one, so you threw caution to the wind, only for it to blow up in your face. She was waiting for you to explain, you could see it in her eyes, the way she was searching yours intently, as if the answers to her questions lay just beyond them. You had to tell her, to get your feelings out, that was the only thing that made sense to you, telling her. “Robin I have to tell you something, I have to tell you how I feel about you-” It was clear that the more you spoke, the more she squirmed, the more she recluses into herself. She shook her head, muttering soft ‘nos’ as you gazed at her. 

“Robin please, it is killing me, let me explain!” There was fear in your tone, shaky and panicked. Robin slowly shook her head, hoping that the words that were about to flow out of your mouth would cease. She didn’t want to have this conversation, not now, not ever if she could avoid it, but that wasn’t going to be the case, you were determined to get it off of your chest, to tell her exactly what ailed you day and night. She turned away from you, pulling her gaze to the floor, her foot kicking at the tuff of the carpet. “y/n what are you doing? Why did you do that? You can’t just- just…” She groaned. You could hear the way she was upset, it was clear, and it only made you want to explain yourself even more, make her see your side, but you couldn’t fight the lingering panic of rejection festering inside of you. Stepping forward you clasp your hands together, a silent prayer, hoping that she would just hear you out. 

“Robin, I can explain…I have to tell you…I love you, I am in love with you and I can’t help it, I-” but she silenced you almost immediately. “Y/n stop…just stop..” She held her hand out, a gesture for you to keep your mouth shut. You couldn’t ignore the sting festering inside you, the bile resting just beyond your throat. Why didn’t she want to hear it? Why didn’t she feel the same? It was killing you, to hear her so adamant to keep you from spilling your darkest secrets. For as long as you had known each other, you had never told her just how deeply you felt for her, never mentioned the fact that you liked girls, liked her, you weren’t even entirely sure if she liked girls, she had never expressed so, and not to mention, the looming presence of Steve Harrington always around her, it was hard to get a read on her, but there it was. Pulling your lips into a thin line, you studied her, watching the crease in her brow relax momentarily before she was back to arching her brows. “Robin I like you,no i mean I love you, and I can’t change that, I want to be with you, I want you-” 

“Stop it! Please y/n stop it!” she shouted, her voice cracking as it always did when she was adamant about something, you could see the way her chest was rising and falling at such a rapid rate. “You can’t say those things….you can’t just…. You can’t just kiss me, what were you thinking?” she started, her eyes darting around the room. “We are friends, best friends, you can’t!” you could see her trembling in her movements, each flail of her arms as she tried to express herself. 

“Robin, please just let me explain, please.” you beg, your shoulders fell, that familiar feeling of defeat residing in you. God, all you needed was the chance to explain yourself to her, a simple little explanation of why you did what you did. Robin didn’t say anything at first, she just stared at you, her whole body rigid, her face fixed in a permanent scowl.

“Robin…..” you start, instantly feeling your stomach twist into a knot, and your heart begins to pound. “You know, I have spent a good portion of my days thinking about you, wishing that at some point you would open your eyes and see me, not Steve, not anybody, but me. Robin, I am in love with you and have been since freshman year of high school and who knows maybe for longer than that, and I am tired of hiding that fact from you. You know,I always noticed when you would stare at Steve, watching him daily, talking about him like you were so utterly obsessed with him, and the thing is, I always wanted you to stare at me like that. I wanted you to be obsessed with me, not fucking Steve Harrington, but I could never seem to understand the appeal he had on you, and I still don't.” 

“Y/n it was never about Steve…..” Robin blurts. 

“No, because it was. While you watched Steve, I watched you Robin, your obsession with him being the only thing that kept me from doing anything. I don't understand why you were so fascinated with him but..I just don't understand why it wasn’t me. Why wasn’t it ever me?” 

You could feel the ache in your chest, the burning tension that consumed your body, it hurt. Robin shook her head, exhaling a small breath before her eyes met yours once more. You couldn’t quite make out that expression, the one that was on her face, and it scared you, especially because you could tell it was nothing good. What was she thinking? 

“It was never about Steve, it was always about Tammy,” she states plainly. 

There it was, that stab, that numbness beginning to spread throughout you. Tammy? It was about Tammy? 

“Tammy? Tammy Thompson?” You spoke softly, feeling a slight prickle in your eyes.

Robin nodded, and you wondered if she would expand on her response.

“She had always been obsessed with Steve, and I could never figure out why, what was so great about him…you know? And so I became obsessed with him, trying to figure out what was so great about him, and why, just why she was so infatuated with him, because the truth was, I wanted her to look at me that way, I wanted her to want me.” Her voice broke, and you wonder if it’s because she understood what she was saying, she had been wanting the same thing that you had, just not with you. You couldn’t help the burning question that was resting on your tongue. 

“You like girls…?” you knew what the answer was, she had just admitted it, but there was something about wanting to hear her actually confirm it, say it out loud. She glanced around the room a moment, taking a deep breath. 

“Yeah..not boys, and definitely not Steve Harrington…” 

You felt your body cave, and your shoulders drooped. Why had she never told you? Granted you hadn’t told her, but why? Did she not feel comfortable with you, with your friendship, to not tell you? You weren’t sure what hurt you more. Perhaps the fact that all this time, she was like you, into girls, the only difference being, she wasn’t into you like you were, her.

“And now…well there is Vicky..” she added. Hearing those words so plainly said, falling from her lips was the topper to the falling cake. You had not ever, not once been on her mind and it showed. The thing was, you had always wondered how Robin had felt, if she was the same as you. Liked girl, and hearing that she did, well that hurt more than the thought of Steve Harrington. It was the fact that you had been there with her, since day one, her best friend, and she had overlooked you in every way possible, and the very moment that you decide to say fuck all and act on your feelings, she couldn’t be any more disinterested in the idea. You found it hard to find your voice, as you stared at her with that blank look on your face. What was left to say? You weren’t sure. 

“Vicky.” you breath, feeling like your feet were glued to the floor despite your want to move, to step away and collect your thoughts. Robin’s eyes scanned your features, the smallest bit of pity hiding behind them. 

“Y/n….” you could tell she wasn’t really sure what she wanted to say, not even sure that you would want to hear it regardless, no you reckoned that you didn’t. 

“No, sorry that was stupid of me, I should have just…..should have just kept quiet..” 

“No it's just, you are my best friend, and I really appreciate it, I do, but that is all I will ever see you as, and it’s not going to change. I don’t want to lose you, though.” 

There was no shred of emotion or inflection in her tone, none at all, it almost felt like she had turned off that part of her. The words stung, more so than her pushing you off of her. Nothing hurt more than hearing her tell you, you would never be more than just a friend to her, her best friend. What more could you do? Pursing your lips together you just bob your head, the tears being kept at bay by nothing but sheer will. The truth was, you weren’t even sure that you could allow that. To be by her side like always, but never able to be by her side. Having to watch her be with people other than you. That wasn’t a pain you wanted to feel. You felt stupid, humiliated, like a failure. You were numb. So unbelievably numb. Not only did she not want you the way you wanted her, but you also couldn’t shake the fact that she hadn’t told you that she liked girls. You had been her best friend, and she had failed to tell you. 

Robin shuffled slightly, leaning forward like she wanted to give you a hug or some pathetic form of comfort, but she stopped herself, pulling back to her respectable spot, watching you closely like you were a bomb ready to explode. A loud honk came from outside, pulling both of you to glance out the window to see Harrington’s car parked on the curb. The smile on Robin’s face was sickening. You knew now that Steve wasn’t the object of her desire, but something about it, about them, you couldn’t watch it anymore. Robin waves her hand, snapping you back to reality as you look at her. 

“Come on, we are going to be late..” 

Feeling the tears prickling in your eyes you just shake your head. You couldn’t seem to understand why she was so fine, so totally okay with the way she just crushed you. Perhaps she was hiding it well, and deep down it really hurt her, bothered her even, but if it did, she wasn’t showing it in the slightest. 

“Robin I can’t-” you start, taking a deep breath, feeling a single tear roll down your face. “I can’t be your friend anymore….I can’t sit here pretending that I am okay, because I’m not. I am sorry but I can’t.” You say, your voice trembling. She could see it, the pain that was residing in you.

“Wha-what?” There was panic in her tone, panic over losing you. 

“Please, it hurts, please just let me go…” You couldn’t bring yourself to look her in the eyes anymore, the tears in your own were starting to build up more, and you were praying that she would just finally leave. Pulling you into a tight hug, you could tell she wanted to argue, to tell you that you were being selfish, but just as she goes to open her mouth, Steve honks his horn once more. Taking in a sharp breath, you pulled her off of you as gracefully as you could.

“You better go, you don’t want to be late,” you say softly. 

Robin gave you one last broken look, her eyes holding that strange sense of pity behind them. She knew she couldn’t fight you on it, so without saying so much as a bye, Robin turned on her heel, and disappeared out of your room. You didn’t let go of the breath you had been holding until you heard Steve drive away, nor did you let the tears fall until you were sure that you were completely alone. Streaming down your face, as you dropped to the floor, pulling your legs up to your chest, staring blankly at your door, somehow wondering if she would come back, but as you sat there, seconds turned to minutes and eventually turned to hours. She wasn’t coming back. Robin Buckley, your best friend, had just walked out of your life, forever.

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softball player robin buckley x cheerleader fem reader

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warnings: all characters are 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, public sex, thigh riding, secret relationship, allusions to sex, bullying, mean!dom robin, little bit of mean reader, jealous reader

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“Shhh, don’t want us getting caught like this do you?”

Robin’s voice is hushed but stern, now lifting her head from between your trembling thighs. The blonde has you spread out on a bench in the dugout, skirt shoved up around your hips as her tongue laps up everything you have to offer.

That is until a broken moan leaves your lips, unable to stop it as her fingers curl up inside you. The sound breaks through the silence, the only thing heard above the soft hum of cicadas.

“What would your little friends think, hmm?” she taunts, brow raised as she looks up at you, dirt still smeared across her cheeks from the game. “Knowing a loser is the one making you feel so good?”

In that moment you can’t find it within yourself to care anymore, gripping her hair in your fist to guide her back between your legs. “Let them.”

Robin hums, her lips drifting lower to nip at the tender skin of your thighs. The action causes another loud whimper to leave you. “You sure about that, honey?”

“I don’t care,” you admit out loud for the first time, thoughts completely overwhelmed with all things Robin.

“Fuck, I don’t care anymore,” you sigh.

Never in your wildest dreams would you think tonight would turn out like this.

You’d been watching her from the sidelines as she attempted to slide into homebase, coming up a little short. You’d never gotten to see her play before, your extracurriculars usually running at the same time. But today had been just your luck, with Chrissy spraining her ankle, immediately being rushed off to get it iced. Coach ended practice shortly after—no use continuing without the star of the squad there, right?

It gave you the perfect opportunity to watch her without raising any suspicion—two of your teammates by your side, laughing as Robin struck out. You took your lower lip between your teeth, trying not to gawk as she rose to her feet. Dusting the dirt off her thighs when she caught your eye, biting back a smirk as she made her way towards the dugout.

But not before stopping by where you were leaning against the bleachers. Right there, in front of everyone for the first time.

See, this has been going on for months. The sneaking around, the feigned rivalry.

If only they knew what was really happening behind closed doors.

You first noticed her late one afternoon, walking to your car after cheer practice. Robin hadn’t even crossed your radar, barely a glance in the hallway. Too wrapped up in your own world to notice. But there was just something about the warm glow of the sunset laying against her flushed cheek. The way she found your eyes, like she knew your secret, before she spit out the shell of a sunflower seed. Chuckling as she grabbed her bat and walked off.

All you knew after that was you desperately wanted to know more. And boy, did you.

You quickly learned through word of mouth that she had been caught hooking up with some girl in the band room after school. That confirmation prompted you to start dropping her little hints. Longing glances when no one was paying attention, nods in the hallway. Sneaking out of practice early just so she’d notice you walk by. And, sure, she noticed.

But Robin wasn’t going to come easy, was she?

No, she wanted to make you work for it. To prove to her you were serious, not just another girl looking to make out with her for the thrill of it. Or some sick joke conjured up by the cheer squad to humiliate her more.

You quickly realized that your subtle hints were not going to get you what you wanted. Her.

One day you’d finally had enough, boldly slipping a note in her locker between classes. Coaxing her to meet you in the secluded alley between the gym and the cafeteria. A place you’d only used to meet a certain super senior when you wanted to buy some weed.

A spot unknown or used by the majority of the students of Hawkins High, knowing you wouldn’t be seen or heard by any curious passersby.

Part of you was worried she wouldn't show, becoming increasingly more nervous as time passed. Any lingering qualms were squashed when you saw her striding down the narrow path towards you. She looked good, her dark jeans hugging her hips just right. A button-up shirt tucked loosely into them, the top few buttons left open.

You wanted nothing more than to lean forward, closing the short distance between your bodies. Leave a trail of blues and purples along her exposed skin. And that terrified you, to know that one girl could mess you up in such a monumental way.

“So,” you mumbled, kicking a pebble with the tip of your sneaker.

“So,” she answered, crossing her arms over her chest.

Without hesitation, you introduced yourself but Robin gave you a confused look.

“Yeah, I already know who you are.”

“You do?”

“Well, we’ve gone to school together our whole lives…” she paused, running a hand through her hair, “and when a girl is practically eye-fucking you in the halls, it’s hard not to notice.”

“Oh, right,” you replied, looking down. Embarrassment washed over you. “Sorry, I guess I misinterpreted this whole thing.”

You carefully pushed off the wall, ready to walk away and pretend like this whole thing never happened. Save yourself the humiliation.

But her soft voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I wouldn't say that.”

“Then what would you say?” you asked, more confident now.

“You’re the one who asked me here,” Robin pointed out, turning the focus back to you.

And just as quickly as your confidence had risen, it fell. So you looked down again, now fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“I don’t, um,” you struggled. “I don’t really know how to say it. I just…I…”

“Oh, just spit it out already.”

You looked up at her exasperated expression, narrowing your eyes. “Fine! Fine. Whatever. I like you, okay?”

“Like me? We’ve never spoken.”

“Don’t give me that when I’ve seen the way you look at me too.”

Robin’s hardened expression fell. “Touché.”

Silence fell between you, Robin lifting her head to look at the sky. You couldn’t help but squirm again, feeling a desperate urge to breathe in her scent.

You sighed. “So, what do we do now?”

“Hell if I know,” she replied, looking back at you. “I thought you were stuck up like the rest of your prissy friends.”

“Not when I’m around you,” you admitted, barely above a whisper. “You make me feel…different, somehow.”

“I could make it much worse for you, you know,” Robin replied, a smug grin reaching her lips as she stepped closer to you. “All you have to do is ask.”

“Please—”

“Actually, no,” Robin interrupted, fingers inching towards your hip. “You should beg.”

“Please,” you said without hesitation. “Please, Robin. I need you.”

Robin knew she shouldn’t. And so did you. But there was just something there, pressing against your chests as Robin pressed you against the brick. And when she kissed you the first time, you nearly whined in contentment, mewling softly against her mouth.

That kiss left you feeling desperate, eager for her to show you more. However, Robin wasn’t going to chase you, forcing you to take matters into your own hands. You sought her out one night after practice, pulling her into the equipment room outside the gym. Backing her body against the door, lips meeting once you heard the lock click into place.

“Just couldn’t stay away now, could you, baby?” she mumbled against your mouth, pulling a soft whine from you as she nipped at your lower lip. The noise caused her to laugh softly.

“I want you, Robs.”

She hummed in response, letting her lips trail across your jaw. “Want me how?” she prodded as the tip of her nose skimmed along your collarbone, rendering you utterly speechless.

“Show me,” she breathed, further stealing the breath from your lungs as she kissed you deeply. Taking control as she flipped your positions, enclosing you against the door.

You’re pliable under her soft touch, guiding her fingers up and underneath your pleated skirt. The blue of her irises nearly swallowed whole by her pupils as she gazed at you hungrily. That look ignited something within you, feeling emboldened as you reached forward to undo her pants. Exploring each other in a way that was unfamiliar to you, her skilled fingers helping to guide you with ease.

After that, it was just your little secret, with no one being the wiser. Why would they? You were on the opposite ends of the food chain, fractured by the Hawkins High hierarchy. Leaving little glances across the cafeteria, brushes of your fingertips in the hallway as a secret reminder of what you two had. It didn’t hurt that you could sit in class, practice, or even the shower and think about how they’d brush against your breasts later.

Of course, you couldn’t help but wind her up whenever you could be overheard. As she would gladly put you in your place in private.

But you knew as she approached you on the field with that familiar glint in her eye— you were really in for it this time.

“What’s so funny?” Robin asked, removing her gloves. You let your eyes linger on her fingers for a moment as she gripped the leather. Quickly shifting your gaze elsewhere as you pressed your thighs together.

Something the blonde didn’t miss. Holding back a smug smile as she looked between the three of you.

“You’re just such a loser,” Carol snickered, snapping her gum between her teeth.

Heather joined in with a giggle. “Yeah, maybe you should look into joining the t-ball team. Seems like a much better fit for you.”

Heather knew she struck a nerve, pleased with herself as Robin’s jaw clenched in anger.

“Oh, yeah?” Robin said, ready to egg her on. “And what do you know, Holloway? I’d like to see you do something other than shake your ass at Billy Hargrove during games. Don’t you find it pathetic how desperate you are for his attention?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Heather snapped back. “As if you are getting any. No one even knows your name.”

“You’d be surprised,” Robin replied, her eyes shifting towards you as if on instinct. “You know, I don’t recall ever seeing this one with a guy.”

“You better get back to that pitch before you strike out, Buckley,” you bit back, shooting her a warning look. “Again.”

With a shake of her head, Robin glanced behind you at your “friends” before scoffing and turning. But not before she took her cleat and scuffed up dirt onto your shiny white sneakers.

“Oops.” She laughed, giving you one last look before walking away.

Not missing a beat, Heather turned to you with a bewildered expression. “You know her name?”

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s on her uniform.”

“Oh— right,” she murmured, the conversation quickly forgotten as they discussed their plans for the night: yet another kegger at the Harrington residence. It was something you definitely weren’t interested in attending.

Though they begged you to join them, you merely shrugged and told them to go without you. They didn’t even blink before heading off, their laughter fading as quickly as it started. But you soon found yourself lost in the chatter of the crowd and the roar of the umpire.

You decided to move up, leaning against the chain-link fence, pom-poms thrown to the dirt as you watched your girl stepping up to bat again. The score had been tied, this being Hawkins High’s last chance to win the game.

As always, Robin found you again. She gave you a wink before you heard the sharp crack of the bat. You gasped along with the crowd at the sight of the ball shooting through the sky and into the parking lot.

You couldn’t help the loud cheer erupting from your lips, clapping along with the crowd as she sprinted through each base with ease. And as she slid into home and was declared safe, her eyes met yours. They followed you as she picked herself up, sweat dripping as she removed her helmet. Shaking her dampened hair out with a wide grin.

There was no longer anything inside you that beckoned you to be malicious. You could feel a swell of pride inside you, wanting nothing more than to show her just how incredible she was. How much you cared about her…and you planned on it.

Her teammates were quick to surround her, lifting her up onto their shoulders as the crowd continued to cheer. Robin was clearly embarrassed by the sudden swarm of attention, her cheeks beautifully flushed as they carried her across the field. Soaking in the glory for a few more moments before they were called to line up, shaking hands with the opposing team.

But as everyone began to clear out, you noticed Beth Wildfire hanging back, laughing near the dugout with Robin. As you moved closer, you could make out the way Beth was checking out Robin’s ass as she bent over to grab her glove.

Robin lifted her head slightly, noticing you making your way over.

“Nice win, Buckley,” Beth said, popping in a piece of gum. “We should go out and celebrate.”

“Oh, yeah?” Robin asked, a devious smile on her lips as she rose. You couldn’t stop the jealousy beginning to surface. “You think we should invite the team?”

She was making you work for it, wasn’t she?

“Actually, I thought maybe you and I could—”

“Hey, Robin,” you said, directly in Beth’s line of sight now.

Beth gave you a look, clearly annoyed by your interruption.

Good.

“Hey,” Robin greeted. “What’s up?”

“You still need that ride?” you asked, clutching your pom poms tighter in your fists.

“I’d almost forgotten,” Robin replied smugly.

“Well, uh,” Beth said, taking a step closer to Robin. “I could always take her home after heading to Benny’s.”

“No, that’s alright,” you said curtly, faking a smile as you also took a step forward. “I think I’ve got it from here.”

You and Beth exchanged glances before her eyes widened, flickering between you and Robin who was only looking at you. Beth said nothing, opting instead to give you both a quick nod. But the clear disappointment on her face brought you more joy than you cared to admit.

“I’ll see you later, then,” she said. “Again, nice win, Buckley.”

Even as she walked away, Robin never broke eye contact. “Thanks, Beth,” she called out, a grin widening on her lips.

“Ready to go, mon chéri? I’m starving.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

And that’s how you ended up here, your legs draped over Robin’s shoulders as her tongue circles over your clit. One hand buried in her hair and the other clutching onto the chain link fence behind you. Her blue hues never leave your face, taking in each and every reaction she pulls from you.

“You know, you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.” She grins, flicking the tip of her tongue over your swollen clit. Enjoying the way your body twitches with every motion.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

You breathlessly try to deny it, but you both know you’re lying. Once again letting your pride get in the way, prompting Robin to remove her tongue from your center.

“No— Robbie, please,” you whine as she pulls away fully, resting her cheek against your inner thigh as she continues to slowly thrust her fingers inside you.

She revels in the way your walls grip tightly around the digits, almost as if you’re trying to keep them trapped inside. And as much as she loves feeling you, she loves making you beg even more.

So she slips her fingers out of your dripping cunt completely. Standing up to hover over you as she brings them to your lips.

“Please what, princess?” she taunts, her fingers now slipping into your mouth. Your tongue eagerly swirling around the digits until they’re devoid of any trace of you.

Robin removes them just as fast, trailing the saliva-coated digits down your jaw until they wrap around the base of your throat. “Answer me,” her harsh tone only further dampening the area between your thighs.

“Please don’t stop,” you plead without hesitation, rocking your hips up against her thigh. A look of desperation flitting across your features as you clutch onto her shoulders.

“Aww, you wanna cum, pretty thing?” Her tone is laced with condescension, finding yourself nodding almost frantically as you gaze up at her.

“I don’t know, baby… you were pretty mean earlier.” She paused, a small pout forming on your lips as she traced over them with her thumb. “You think you deserve it?”

You nod as if on instinct, whining as she pulls away from you completely. Rising to her feet once again, grabbing your hands and pulling you up off the bench. Your breasts press together as she whispers softly in your ear, “Prove it to me, then.”

You eagerly reach for the buttons on her uniform, tugging the zipper down. Impatiently yanking her pants down over the curve of her ass as you take back control.

“Sit,” you demand, resting your hands on her shoulders. Coaxing her to take your previous position on the worn bench.

“So bossy,” she teases, gripping your hips as you swing your leg over her thigh.

Taking a seat as you slip your fingers past the elastic of her underwear, moaning at the wetness you find there.

“This all for me?” you muse, your thumb brushing over her bundle of nerves with ease now. Having become quite familiar with every inch of her body over the last three months.

“I mean… Beth was looking good tonight—”

You cut her off with your mouth before she has a chance to finish her sentence. That surge of jealousy coursing through your veins as you kiss her deeply.

“She can’t have you,” you mumble against her mouth, before taking her lower lip between your teeth and tugging. “You're all mine.”

Robin curses softly as you begin to grind your hips against her thigh, slipping two fingers into her awaiting heat. Pumping them in tandem with each rock of your hips, as she mewls against your mouth.

“Please.” Now she's the one doing the begging, despite your hips continuing to grind down against her thigh. The mixture of her saliva and your juices making a mess on her bare skin.

You giggle softly as you increase the pressure on her clit with your thumb, burying your fingers deeper inside her. “Say it again.” She moans as you attach your lips to the base of her throat.

The blonde tilts her head back to expose more of her neck as you greedily suck on her flushed skin. A feeling of pride washes over you as you leave blotches of red and purple in your wake.

“You’re mine, Robin.” Your tone is overly possessive, enjoying how her body trembles beneath you. Your words being the thing to finally send her over the edge as she pulls your face back up to crash her lips against yours.

Her fingers dig harshly into the skin of your hips, encouraging you to keep grinding on her thigh. Lifting her leg to increase the pressure on your core. “That’s it… such a good girl.”

She pulls back slightly to watch you with hooded eyes, lips lifting in a genuine smile.

“My good girl.”

Her words elicit a bigger response than either of you expected, your thighs tightening around her own as you loudly cry out her name. Her hands continue to guide you along her thigh, working you through each wave of euphoria that crashes over you.

You’re both panting as you begin to come down from your highs, nuzzling your face in the crook of her neck. “Wow,” you breathe out, lightly tracing over the darkening love bites on her neck.

“Jeez, I think the whole town heard you,” Robin teases, running her fingers along your back.

“Well,” you start, pulling back to look at her. “I’m just trying to congratulate my girl on her big win.”

“Your girl?” she teases.

You bite your lip, trying to hide your smile. “Mhm.”

“Admit it,” Robin says, lifting her eyebrows, eyes tracing the lines of your face. “You were jealous.”

“Maybe I was,” you finally admit, earning an amused smile from her. “But I don’t think I have to worry about anyone else.”

“No?”

“Mm-mm.”

You press a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth before standing, helping her to her feet. Leaning back against the fence as she wiggles her pants back up over her hips.

Robin is still fastening the buttons as you walk out onto the field. Her eyes follow your figure as you reach the pitcher's mound. A fond look falls over her features as your eyes flutter shut, letting the last glow of the setting sun soak into your pores.

Feeling the weight of her stare, you turn back around. Flashing her a beaming smile as she finally reaches you on the field.

“So… Benny’s?” you ask, twisting your skirt back into place. “I’m actually starving now.”

Robin looks at you in utter disbelief as she places her hat back on her head, the brim facing the opposite direction. “Wait, you’re serious? What if someone sees us together?”

You can’t stop the giggle that leaves you, now closing the few feet separating you from her. Cupping her face in between your palms as you press another kiss to her lips.

Right in the middle of the open field.

“I told you,” you say, louder this time. “Let them see us. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

You slip your hand into hers, lacing your fingers as you begin leading her towards your car. A sight to see, her bat and glove in her unoccupied hand. Your pom-poms in yours.

“You were still an asshole earlier, you know that?” Robin says.

As you share a laugh, you swing your intertwined hands back-and-forth. You’re practically skipping as you pull her along, light-hearted and winded.

“And you ruined my sneakers,” you counter. “Are you gonna clean them for me?”

“Only if you’re good, mon chéri.”

“I think I can manage that,” you reply as you venture further into the twilight. “At least for a little bit.”

tagging some moots 💕

@xxbimbobunnyxx @babygorewhore @impmunson @voyeurmunson @eddiesxangel @taintedcigs @strangerstilinski

[itsdjover]

They're being chased by a monster and yet their first instinct at hearing Dustin singing on the radio is to judge him. I love them so much.

[lazylittledragon]

if i had a nickel for every au spawned from twitter that i SWORE i was going to be normal about

[wrayofmoonshine]

*grips your shoulders tightly* listen to me. you HAVE to make stobin weirder, okay? you have to make them the embodiment of that Secret Third Thing™️. they’re those cats at a shelter that you can’t separate for anything. make them do examinations of each others bodies cause they’re worried about a health issue. make them share a single piece of gum. make them swap pronouns and names and clothes on a regular basis. make them shower together. i need one of the kids to call for steve in a different room and have robin come to help instead because they’re one person. i need steve to show up to work wearing robins tag cause she’s too sick to come in. they have to get weirder, do you understand? it’s for their health.

[steddieme]

in most fics i've read robin is grossed out when steve talks about his sex life, which is probably far more in character for her, but hear me out

imagine them discussing literally everything. like having no boundaries whatsoever.

one day robin mentions she's never seen a dick and she's curious what all the fuss is about.

robin: you have one

steve: yeah...?

robin: so show me

steve: ??

steve: sure, why not

when steve pulls down his pants, robin just stares at him with a blank face

robin: that's... it?

steve: what do you mean that's it??

robin: it looks sad

steve: ??? well, it's not hard rn, obviously???

robin: ugh, boring

steve: you want me to show you my hard dick?? is that what's happening rn?

robin: i mean yeah?

steve: your judgemental face is forever burned into my mind. i don't think i'll ever be able to get hard again.

then robin bursts into his room like a week later

robin: steve, you're a slut-

steve: hey!

robin: so you know your way around a vagina, right?? i need you to tell me if i have a rash or not

steve: do you not own a handheld mirror?

robin: i'm freaking out so much, i can't make a sound observation rn

steve: *sigh* alright

turns out robin does indeed have a rash and steve takes her to the doctor

at one point they lose all shame. steve regularly air dries while robin hangs out in his room. robin makes steve do her monthly breast self-exam. they check each other for ticks.

when steve and eddie start dating steve tells robin literally everything. robin knows way too much about eddie and she loves it.

robin comes over for movie night, eddie is already there

robin: how was your day?

steve: we slept in, then eddie fucked me, it was great-

eddie: *chokes*

steve: then we cooked lunch, there are some leftovers in the fridge, go ahead and eat. yours?

eddie: ???

robin: ugh, don't get me started-

eddie: wait wait wait, how did you just say that so casually?

stobin: ???

eddie: that i fucked you??

steve: i tell robin everything. i told you that. you said that's fine.

eddie: i didn't know that included our sex life?

steve: why wouldn't it? ... wait, oh no, are you not okay with that?? i'm sorry, i thought you knew??

eddie: oh no, it's fine! it just surprised me is all. y'all are real freaks, carry on

stobin: okay then

robin freaks out before her first date with a girl

robin: what if my vagina looks weird???

steve: are you planning to fuck her on the first date, buckley? and how many times do i have to tell you your vagina looks absolutely normal??

robin: no, i'm not, but it's still a valid concern!!! what if my vagina looks hideous to girls??

eddie, the silent observer: lol

steve: what are you even talking about... a vagina is a vagina, vagina lovers love all vaginas

robin: stop saying vagina

steve: vagina vagina vagina-

robin tackles him and they end up wrestling until steve yields

steve: okay okay,, as someone who's seen his fair share of coochies

robin: that's even worse

steve: yours looks perfectly fine.

eddie: wait, you've seen it?

stobin, staring at him: ...

eddie: right, dumb question

[forbescaroline]

11k celebration: top 50 m/f friendships (as voted by my followers) #09. steve harrington and robin buckley - stranger things

[incredipuppy]

Redraw of a drawing I did of summer last year because I rewatch season 4 recently and wanted to draw them again

[imfinereallyy]

you can pry happy endings from my cold-dead hands. It can be the most heart stopping, gut wrenching fic that has every existed and I will read every drop of it if I get my happy ending. I have had enough painful endings in real life, give me happy in my fantasy world. It can be at the last second, it can be a single sentence, even a single word. Give me all the angst and hurt in the world for 500,000 words, but please give me the comfort I need in the ending. please and thank you.

[morganbritton132]

Post-Starcourt Steve and Robin needing to get the hell out of the mall parking lot and being like, “I have this friend. He’s close.”

Cut to Eddie standing at his bedroom door, holding his guitar like an axe because he’s pretty sure someone just broke into his house and is going to murder him. When he busts out the door holding a lamp above his head (didn’t want to break his guitar), he nearly bludgeons a couple of puke covered ice cream sailors.

After they all stop screaming, Steve looks at the lamp and nudges it like, “Lighten up, man.”

Eddie: What are you doing here?

Steve: Relax, my friend lives here.

Eddie: I live here

Steve: Are you my friend? No??? Then I’m talking about someone else. Duh. *makes a gesture to Robin like ‘this guy.’*

Robin, making the same gesture back: We are going to sleep on your couch.

Eddie: …Are you guys high?

Steve & Robin, after considerable thought: A little.