#robin buckley drabble

[elliesmainhoe]

Robin buckley, who is OBSESSED with the reader, and gets shy and giggly, please 🥰

Puppy Love

Robin Buckley x Fem! reader

Summary: Robin thinks you're the cutest thing to walk this earth.

Warnings: none.

Robin could feel her heartbeat through her chest, a fast pounding that picked up the pace at the sound of light knocks at her trailer door. she exhaled softly, hoping to relieve some of the anxiety as she smoothed down her hair and jacket.

she didn't know why she still felt this way, you'd been her girlfriend for coming up a year now and she thought that her feelings would fade. that's what the movies said should happen when you're a teenager.

you fall in love, become infatuated, get bored and then the feelings fade. puppy love is what they called it.

her hand tugged open the door, a giddy smile plastered on her face. "hiya baby." she hummed, arms wrapping round your waist. "hey robs" you whispered back, nuzzling your face into her hair, the smell of her strawberry scented shampoo immediately making your body relax.

"I took some tapes from work, we can watch one and eat popcorn? I think I've got a spare pack in the back of the cupboard somewhere' she says, moving to take your coat from you and hanging it up by the door. "yeah that sounds great robs"

she watches as you sit down, smiling at her as she kneels in front of you and begins unlacing your shoes. Robin had made a point of telling you that she enjoys doing the simple things for you. like taking your coat, helping you take off your shoes, getting you drinks. a true gentlewoman.

a few minutes later, she approached the couch where you lay sprawled out, the remote to the TV in your hand as a tape of 'The Karate Kid' plays and places a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table before sitting next to you.

you press a chaste kiss to her lips, feeling her smile press up against you. another to her left cheek, in which she instinctively places a hand on the small of your back. one against the now rosy red tip of her nose, drawing out a giggle from her. and finally her forehead.

"god baby, you're so pretty" she smiled, freckled cheeks rosy as a love sick glint in her eyes shine as they locked with yours.

"nah, you're much prettier" you reply, making her look away bashfully, another giggling fit coming from her. you scoff and roll your eyes.

'no, this wasn't puppy love', you thought, I don't think this will ever fade.

[moonstruckme]

What about Robin with a blind date reader. Set up by Steve. Or Reader meeting the group for the first time after dating Robin for a while and being super nervous. Or Robin and reader being like super close and either Robin or the reader comes to the other after a bad date with someone else and they just comfort the other person. Maybe a love confession?

Thank you for requesting (and for your patience)!

cw: implied compulsive heterosexuality, talk of being queer in the 80s (though lots would apply now too tbh), bi panic

Robin Buckley x fem!reader ♡ 1.7k words

You let yourself in Robin’s back door. She’s fishing pickles out of a jar. 

“Eugh. Freak.” 

“Hey.” She doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s you, crunching a pickle between her teeth unabashedly. “That was quick. Was your date a taxidermist or something?” 

“Nope.” You slouch down on the couch beside her, drawing a throw around your shoulders. Robin’s mom always keeps the heat low to save money; their home in the winter is barely warmer than an igloo. Robin likely has three layers on underneath her old band hoodie. “Just lame.” 

Robin’s eyebrows go up. “Harsh.” 

You sigh, drawing your knees in. “I know. Sorry, I don’t mean to be mean.” 

“Hey, don’t apologize to me.” She nudges your foot with hers, smiling a little. “I don’t care, I’m not friends with the guy.” 

“No, but it’s not fair. He was fine.” Robin gives you a dubious look, and you laugh. It loosens something inside you. “He was nice,” you amend. “Really, there wasn’t anything wrong with him. I don’t know what my problem is. He just wasn’t what I was thinking he’d be.” 

“Huh.” Robin leans into the couch cushion, fishing for another pickle. Her fork clinks against the edges of the glass jar with a restless tinkling. “I thought you said you really liked him. Unless I’m getting this one mixed up with another one? Sorry, I can’t keep them straight…” 

She looks genuinely perplexed. It makes you laugh again. “Okay, there haven’t been that many.” 

Robin shrugs. “You know all men look the same to me.” 

“They do not!” 

“Most of them do.” She grins, and you realize you feel about ten times lighter than you had before you came over. Time spent with Robin tends to have that effect on you. 

You mirror her, letting your weight sink into the back cushion of the couch. “I did think I really liked him,” you say, toying with the weave of your throw. “But now…I don’t know, I guess maybe I wanted to like him more than I actually did.” 

“Why?” 

“I think I just really want to be in love,” you answer plainly. “I see it happen to other people, and it makes me curious, and also I just…I sort of just feel ready, you know? Like I want it to happen, but I don’t know with who. Or, honestly, it’s more like I’m trying to force it on people who don’t fit. And I have this feeling like it could happen so easily, like I’m just meant to fall in love, but I don’t have anyone to focus that on right now. Sorry, I don’t know if that makes any sense. Do you ever feel like that?” 

You look up, and you realize that your fingers have found the string of Robin’s hoodie unconsciously, coiling it loosely around a fingertip. Her eyes seem stuck to it, but they raise to yours after a moment. Blue darkened to a deep gray like the ocean in a storm. 

“No,” she says. It’s barely more than a breath. 

You run the pad of your thumb over the plasticy end of her hoodie string. “No?” 

She offers you a half-hearted, flickering smile. “I guess I probably don’t fall in love until I have someone to focus it on. I don’t know, maybe that’s just how I work.” 

You feel your brows scrunch. You’re not sure if she means that she’s never felt your craving for love or that she already has fallen in love before, but you get the sense there’s some secret being uncovered here. It’s not like you and Robin to have secrets. 

“But you’ve never been in a relationship,” you say bemusedly. “Have you?” 

Hurt twinges in her expression. 

“Sorry,” you say automatically, dropping the string of her hoodie. 

“Do you think you have to be in a relationship to fall in love?” Robin asks. Her face is starting to color beneath her freckles. 

“I don’t know,” you say. “But wouldn’t you have to really know someone?”

“You don’t have to be in a relationship to get to know someone.” 

You nod, considering this. “So, have you been in love?” 

Robin shrugs. She’s really pink now. “I don’t know, I think so. There’s not really a way to be sure, right? I mean, I’ve asked—Steve’s always like ‘you just know,’ which is the worst answer ever because I’m not super confident in my intuition, and it seems kind of important thing to be wrong about…but, I don’t know, it’s just like how you know when you’re happy or sad, right? Except—” 

“So you think you have.” 

Robin’s bottom lip dimples like she’s chewing the inside. She gives a half-shrug. “I guess.” 

You feel your eyes widen. “With who?” 

Again, her brows bunch as though you’ve said something cruel. “That’s not fair.” 

“What?” A surprised laugh trips out of you. “Come on, you know all the guys I’ve dated.” 

“Yeah,” she says quietly, “but it’s not guys for me.” 

Your excitement drains away. You know things are different for Robin. You’ve talked before about how her dating life is riskier than yours, how the worst that could happen isn’t just rejection but social ostracization or worse. You’ve suspected Robin stays blase and quippy about relationships because she doesn’t think one is possible for her, at least not right now; you just didn’t know it hurt her like this. You think that you should have known. 

“It’s fine.” She gives you another of those brief smiles, probably seeing the guilt on your face. “I’m happy with just being friends. I don’t know if they would ever want anything—I don’t even know if they like girls—so, I mean, it’s enough just to sort of be in their orbit.” 

“Robin.” She’s abandoned her fork in the pickle jar, only a few small pickles swimming in the juice. You wrap your hand around hers. “I’m sorry.” 

She shakes her head, turning her gaze from yours to set the jar down on the floor. “It’s fine,” she says again. 

“If it’s someone good enough for you to fall in love with,” you try, “she probably wouldn’t be mean about it even if she didn’t like girls.” 

“I don’t want to mess anything up,” Robin says quickly. 

“You might not.”  Your chest aches with earnestness. If there’s anyone who deserves to give love and have it given back, it’s Robin. “Listen, I know you; you’d never pressure anyone, and she probably won’t want to give you up either. So even if she can’t see you that way, it probably won’t ruin the relationship you already have. But I think she’ll like you back.” 

Robin’s eyes meet yours again. “Seriously?” 

You smile at her, bumping your foot into hers lightly. “Yeah, of course. Robs, you’re beautiful. And you’re funny, and smart. You’re creative. I mean, you’re the best friend I’ve ever had, so I can only imagine what a great girlfriend you’d be. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I’m not just saying that, I really think that…that…” 

Robin has never been very good at hiding what she’s feeling. More often than not she’ll blurt it out, but in the rare cases that she doesn’t anyone can find it on her face. The look that comes over her is a rawness like you’ve never seen. Realization seeps into you like a snowmelt, softening into the earth on the first day of warm sun. 

Robin looks away.

Your lips part, but no sound comes out. Your heart feels lodged in your throat. You’ve never known your friend to be this quiet. 

When you do get your voice working, it’s only an echo. “Anyone would be lucky,” you say. 

Robin seems frozen. An animal in the woods, unwilling to breathe for fear of being noticed. 

“Robin,” you say, softly. “I’m really lucky to have you. I love you so much.” 

Finally, her gaze flickers up to yours. “But not like that,” she finishes for you. 

“I don’t…I don’t know.” 

She seems to take this worse than a rejection. Her eyes squint for a moment in hurt and confusion. She draws into her hoodie, retreating away from you. “Oh.” 

“I’m sorry.” You sound raw now, too. You look at her lips, at the soft scrunch of her brows. The tug in your middle is familiar, and yet unnamed. “I just haven’t…I haven’t ever thought that way before. About girls. I don’t know yet.” 

“It’s fine.” Robin shakes her head. She’s talking fast again, and it’s almost a relief, this small return to normalcy. “You don’t have to know—I mean, I knew, but I don’t really know what it’s like for other people, or if—anyway, I’m not trying to force you to feel anything. You don’t have to.” 

“I know that,” you promise her, again reaching for her hand. It’s an instinct, you don’t even register you’ve done it until her palm is soft and cool inside yours and she’s looking at you with intense bemusement. You know you’re not being fair. You squeeze her hand anyway. “I know you’re not trying to make me say or feel anything, and I’m not saying anything because of you. I just…I guess I’m thinking that I might feel things anyways. But we just talked about this, right? No one with half a brain would give you up. I still want to be your friend. I might…I might want to try for more than that, but I know I want to be your friend. Is that okay?” 

You force yourself to look at her, though it burns just a little. You wouldn’t blame Robin if she didn’t want to be your friend now, honestly; you’re the one making things awkward, not her. But you watch her face as she processes this (She really is beautiful. You’ve always known it, but now you know it differently) and you sense what she’s going to say before she says it. 

“Yeah.” Robin’s fingers tighten around yours, cold and slightly sticky with pickle juice. “Of course, totally. I couldn’t…I wouldn’t want to give you up either.” 

You try on a smile. “Maybe we could try the other thing sometime.” 

Robin laughs; it’s a nervous sound, but it brightens the room just the same. You relax some. “Like what,” she asks, “hang out? We already do that.” 

“You know what I mean.” You push your calf into hers teasingly. Have you always sat this close? The room feels warmer just for being near her. “Like, in a date way.” 

Robin watches your face. You try to be brave, letting her see the sincerity in it. 

“Yeah, okay.” One of her fingers moves against yours, the tiniest caress. “We could do that.”

[bakerydoll]

asking robin buckley out as her best friend.

your heart drummed against your chest hard, you'd been giving yourself a pep talk since before you went to bed last night.

you were walking down the school hallway, on your way to meet your best friend, robin. you had to tell her how you feel, pushed down feelings for as long as you remember.

robin could usually be found with the other band kids in the morning. hanging out and practicing in the band room. so you knew exactly where to find her.

you swallowed hard as your feet inched you closer and closer to the door. you tried to pretend you were confident, doing all the tricks. shoulders back, head held high, and eyes straight ahead. a woman on a mission.

you sighed softly, you didn't believe in the faux idenity even for a moment. you were just as nervous as when you exited your car this morning.

you walked to the door and paused. taking a deep breath in and knocking on the door. band kids tend to be pretty territorial of their room. so you knew better than to just enter. you heard some murmuring and shuffling, before you waved through the slight window in the door. robin perked up when she saw you, and made quick steps to the door. she almost tripped as she did so, you tried not to giggle.

that small excitment faded into anxiety with every step that brought robin closer to you. the moment she opened the door, your heart fell like a rock in water dropping to the pit of your stomach. your palms were sweating, and your mind, racing. you felt like a tornado spinning out of control. you tried to calm yourself with deep breaths.

“hey! what's cracking! i didn't think I'd see you until lunch.” her smile was wide, her eyes glistening under the fluorescent lights.

“yeah, i know, i just had something to ask you and it really couldn't wait til lunch.” you began to sway on your feet, wringing your hands behind your back.

at your strange behavior, robin's smile dropped into a thing line, her eyes staring suspiciously. with one eyebrow arching, she drawls, “ohhh ‘kay, you're kinda making me nervous, (y/n). everything okay?”

robin started anxiously spinning her rings, trying to be subtle. you noticed right away. looking through the hallway to make sure it was empty, you started again.

“it's okay, well, i hope it's okay. I'd really hate to not have you in my life anymore. i just, robin.” you pause your ramblings and take her hands in yours. trying to ease the tension just a little bit. robin drew her lip between her teeth, gnawing on the skin.

“i love you. i love you so much, and I can't take it anymore. can't pretend that we're just friends and that's okay. i love you and i need to know if you feel the same. what I'm trying to say is, I'd like to take you out, or uh, be your girlfriend, yeah?” you rambling started up again just as quickly as it ended. you're scared, there's tears welling your waterline, your face felt warm and you were still slightly swaying.

robin’s lips flickered up, all prior fear and nerves she had disappear.

“ya didn't have to scare me like that, god. thought you like committed a crime or some crazy shit. but yes, yes, a thousand times, yes.” she laighed it off, obviously as happy as you were.

she gave your cheek a quick peck, her cheeks darkening after she did. your chest was like the night sky on the fourth of july. nothing could have prepared you for this kind of happiness.

“okay, good, see you later, babe.” you couldn't help the smile that stretched your lips and dropped into every word you said.

[ddejavvu]

Play wrestling with your gf Robin Buckley, but Steve walks in and practically shrieks because he thinks you two are doing something wildly different

In Steve's defense, you are biting Robin's thigh. But you're biting her thigh to overpower her, which- doesn't sound much better. But you're wrestling - really wrestling, not wrestling.

You've got her pinned to the wall, and you'd dropped to your knees to gnaw at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. The pinch from your teeth is meant to make her knees give out, and once she's on the floor you'll grab her wrists and pin them to her back. Then you'll declare yourself the winner before she can escape. It's meant to be a foolproof plan, but- well, Steve Harrington has been called a fool before. Perhaps no plan is foolproof enough for him.

He's accustomed to walking into Robin's room like it's his own, but this time you're sure he wishes he'd knocked. He finds you kneeling between Robin's legs, face buried in her thigh a little too close to what's between them for Steve's comfort.

He screams. He screams, and slaps a hand over his eyes, and stumbles backwards all at once, which means he goes tumbling back down Robin's staircase. Her bedroom is right at the top of it, and the hallway is evidently not wide enough for Steve to stop in before he falls right back down the way that he came.

You both dart to the staircase and watch as he lands at the base with a sickening thud, and a groan that you've come to associate with visits to the emergency room.

"Steve?" Robin calls, feet pounding against the stairs as she races to his side. She prods at his temple, and when he grumbles something incoherent in response, she lifts his head off of the floor. She cradles it in her hands, checking for his pulse, "Steve, can you hear me?"

"Yes, dipshit, stop poking me," He swats her hand away when he regains the wind that was knocked out of him, and he sits up while glaring at you where you stand at the top of the staircase.

"That was fucking disgusting." He accuses. You're fairly certain you have the right to do whatever you want with your girlfriend in her own home, but you'd just caused Steve possible brain damage, so you don't point that out.

"We were play-fighting," Robin huffs, rubbing the back of her hand where Steve had smacked her, "You're the one who didn't knock."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I've been your best friend for two years," Steve gripes, struggling to his feet and rubbing at the back of his head where you presume it hit a step, "I didn't know I had to alert the presses to my arrival. Listen- you two," He turns his glare back to you, "I'm- happy for you, okay? But don't- don't ever do that shit again. Close the door, put a sock on it, put up a sign, I don't care, just- never again."

Steve chooses to ignore your rather snippy 'Yes, sir,' in favor of exaggerating a wince as he prods at a sensitive spot near the base of his neck. "Un-fucking-believable," He scoffs, "Another concussion, and this one didn't even come from an interdimensional monster.

[astermath]

pairing: robin buckley x fem!reader

summary: robin falls head over heels for the cool girl renting horror movies at family video. steve can’t believe her awkward shyness is actually landing her a date, but he’s happy for her nonetheless.

word count: idk kinda short lol under 1K

notes: just wanted to write a little blurb, then it turned into something else, so enjoy this short little meet cute with robin ♡

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Robin really is that love at first sight kinda girl.

She’s the type of girl to be busy sorting tapes at family video, when you walk in, all pretty femininity and mysterious aura around you. And suddenly she doesn’t know what to do with herself. She doesn’t know where she is, why she’s there, hell, she probably wouldn’t be able to tell you her name if she asked.

She doesn’t stop staring at you, not when you enter and not when you walk over to the horror section to pick something out. Only when Steve nudges her in her side, she snaps out of it, looking more flustered than ever.

“Dude, can you not?”

“Sorry man, it just— looked like you were falling asleep with your eyes open! What’s with you anyways?”

Robin doesn’t respond, simply averting her eyes to the cash register and hoping Steve doesn’t pry any further.

Which would have worked, if you weren’t talking to her right now.

“I’m sorry, can I—“

“Yes! Yes, absolutely, you can…” Robin trails off, realising she hasn’t even let you finish your request. Her own eagerness embarrasses her to no end, her face heating up and her cheeks now closely resembling the colour of a tomato.

To her surprise, you giggle. You’re not awkward about it at all, which somehow makes her fall for you even harder.

“I was gonna ask what the latest time would be when I’d be able to return this.” you smile, and the blonde girl is certain it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen.

“Oh! Yeah, totally, no problem! It’s uh— a great choice, by the way. I love friday the 13th, sooo good, all that horror stuff, a huge fan—“

“A week.” Steve interrupts her rambling.

“Huh?” Robin turns to her friend.

“To answer her question, since you’re too busy being head over heels over here.”

You chuckle again, and Robin genuinely thinks her head is going to explode. Not only is her best friend making fun of her in front of you, but you’re not even making her feel bad about it. It’s like you find it cute or something. How crazy is that?

“Cool, I’ll just uh,” you hold up the tape, “rent this one then.”

Robin rings you up, her hands moving faster than her mind, and she hopes you don’t notice the slight shakiness in them. It’s not every day the prettiest girl in the whole world shows up at her job, so she’s not exactly prepared.

“Thanks,” you take the tape from her along with the receipt, your fingers touching slightly when she slides them over. Now you’re the one who’s getting the butterflies.

“So, you said you were a fan of horror movies?”

Robin nods enthusiastically, while Steve has to bite his tongue to hold back from saying that that’s the biggest lie ever. Robin isn’t a coward, not at all, but she’s the worst at scary movies. She’s just saying all this to impress you. She doubts it’s working though.

“Well, I was gonna watch this alone, but…” you grab a pen off the counter and scribble down your number on the receipt. “If you feel like watching it together, give me a call…” you pause to read her name tag. “Robin.” You smile again. “Nice name.”

“T-Thanks! You uh, you too!”

“Thanks, even though I… Haven’t told you yet.” You write your name down next to the number. “Now you know.”

“Huh…” She reads it over, not being able to keep herself from smiling like she’s sunshine incarnate. “That is a really nice name though.”

You grin, grabbing the tape off the counter and stuffing it in your bag. “Well, Robin, I’m free this Friday, if you wanna take me up on the offer.” You start walking backwards and give her a quick wave. “See y’around.”

She waves back, although more hesitant. Frankly, she’s still processing the entire encounter, and the fact that you’re real. Someone as beautiful as you exists, talked to her, even gave her your number. She didn’t know a reality like that was possible.

“I can’t believe that worked.” Steve scoffs in disbelief, though he’s pretty stoked for Robin all in all. He wants his friend to find her special person as much as he does for himself.

“Yeah,” she stares as you walk off, “me too.”

The freckled girl groans loudly and drops her head into her hands. “Why the fuck did I say any of that? Why do I always just keep talking?”

“I don’t see the big deal Buckley,” her coworker leans against the counter, “you got your date, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but then what? Then what do I do? I might have been able to charm her with my awkward idiocy this time, but what if we watch the movie and she finds out I’m a huge wuss!” She gestures around wildly with her hands, earning a confused stare from one of the older customers.

“This is going to sound so stupid, and I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he runs his hand through his brown locks, “but just like, be yourself? She seems nice enough, I’m sure she won’t judge you for being a total scaredy cat.”

“Not helping, Harrington.” She gives him a defeated look.

“Sorry, you know what I mean.”

“But what if she does?”

“What?”

“What if she does judge me? I mean jesus Steve, I wouldn’t blame her! She’s like— way out of my coolness league! She’s practically doing charity work watching a movie with me.”

Steve scoffs. “Don’t sell yourself short, Buckley, you’re plenty cool. Besides, if she does judge you, then clearly she’s not worth it. But again, I think you’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” she sighs, already picturing her holding onto you in fear of a completely fictional serial killer. “I guess you’re right.” She goes quiet for a moment, before she’s back to daydreaming about the whole scenario. The two of you on your couch, shoulders touching, maybe an arm around her, hands brushing when you reach for the popcorn, all that sappy stuff…

“Buckley?”

Maybe you’d find it cute that she gets scared. Maybe you’d wanna protect her. She gets that vibe from you, that you’d keep her safe from all the Freddy Kruegers and Jason Voorhees of the world.

“Robin!”

Steve snaps her out of her daydreaming, gesturing towards Keith who’s about to enter the store.

“You two organise those tapes like I asked you to?” Their manager isn’t even looking at them, struggling with putting away his car keys.

Robin swipes the tapes off the counter and stuffs them randomly into the two boxes. That’s a problem for later.

“Yup! All sorted! Good thing I love organising stuff!” She laughs awkwardly, and Steve is fighting for his life trying not to laugh.

She’s got bigger things to worry about right now. Like what to wear for her date with you. And what kind of snacks you like to eat with your movies. And how she’s going to explain that the scariest thing she can handle is Frankenweenie.

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[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Robin never really got boys talk.

When Sarah turned 14 she invited all the girls in band for a sleepover. It started out fun. After her parents went to bed they put on a creepy horror movie and watched it in a huge cuddle pile. They braided each other's hair and did each other's nails and squeezed each other during tense scenes and muffled their shrieks after a sudden jumpscare.

After that they watched another one. This time Sarah sneaked her mother's makeup kit down to the living room, and so lipstick and eyeshadow joined the mess of nail polish, hair clips and snacks already on the floor.

The second movie was different. In the first one, the blood was obviously fake and the acting wasn't the best (to say the least). But the second one was tense through and through. The cries of pain were so visceral that Robin shuddered, and in the end everyone was terrified. It was silently and unanimously agreed upon that everyone had had enough TV for the night. It was already 3 in the morning, but tomorrow was the weekend and right now Robin wouldn't be able to sleep even if she wanted to, and thus began Robin's first real boys talk.

It was funny at first. Sarah pretended to die of heartbreak when "the blond hot one" was unfortunately the second to die. Heather said the nerdy one with glasses and abs was cuter, which started a very heated discussion of whether blond or brown is the more attractive hair color. Robin had to defend her correct "redheads" opinion all by herself.

(When the others got into a stalemate Sarah turned to Robin. "C'mon", she pleaded, "you know that the blond one was hotter. Just tell us which one you found prettier! And don't forget that this is my birthday party."

Robin laughed at the ribbing, played a bit hard to get, until she finally admitted. "I actually found the first one who died the prettiest." Sarah was already halfway through her victory dance, when Robin corrected her. "No, I don't mean the dude. I mean the first one. The girl with the pink purse."

Everything was silent for a moment.

Then Emma laughed. "You don't have to be jealous Robin", she consoled, "you are also very pretty."

"Yeah, especially after our makeover!"

Robin laughed and agreed and continued on as if her world just hadn't been turned on its axis. Because she knew that the stirring in her gut and the beating of her heart had nothing to do with jealousy. She didn't find the blond one hot or the brunet one cute. That was the first time she really knew it. She liked the girl.)

It was a bit funny the first time, even though she couldn't really join. It got less funny the more it went on. Suddenly boys was the only thing everyone wanted to talk about. And worse: it wasn't just unreachable famous boys like singers or actors anymore. Suddenly it was all "oh, Steve Harrington is sooooo cute" or "oh my god, Tommy Hagan had suuuuuuch a glowup" and "I want to lick the sweat of his body after basketball practice" (this last one was applicable to multiple different people, including Steve and Tommy. It was not applicable for Chrissy when she exited cheerleading practice or Beth after football.)

She thought it would get better when Emma finally confessed to her crush and they actually got together, but no. It somehow got worse. Because "normal boy talk" turned into "experienced boy talk", and Robin wasn't allowed to admit that the only thing that got wet when she thought of Billy Hargrove was her mouth, because he made her want to throw up.

At first she'd say that she didn't have crushes. After a while of people refusing to believe her (even if she was telling the truth! Sometimes.) she started pretending to be into Steve Harrington. Every girl had a crush on Steve, so it made sense that she'd been embarrassed to admit that she was just like everybody else. He was way too far above her league for her friends to force her to "confess" and she could stare without fear when he passed by in the halls with the beautiful Tammy Thompson in his arms. Truly, it was a brilliant plan. It didn't stop the boys talk, though.

So she became a tomboy. She joined football and she hung out with boys and she cut her long hair into a bob. She lost a bit of touch with Emma and Sarah and the others, but she tried not to think about it too much. Instead she threw herself into sports and started hanging out more and more with Matt, the second trumpet in band.

And that was that. Sometimes she missed wearing dresses, but it was a relief not to have her mother insisting she "do something about that hair" anymore. She and Matt became best friends. She even considered telling him for a while. Until he sat her down and confessed his feelings.

She tried to let him down as gently as possible, and they never talked again. The cycle would repeat for multiple times.

Someone out there is laughing their ass off because who would have thought that the dude she pretended to have a crush on would turn out to be the missing half of her soul?

It started out like always. She teased him, he laughed. They suffered through customer service together. He was funny and surprisingly in touch with his emotions and apparently babysat a bunch of middle schoolers, which was equally hilarious and adorable to watch. They both enjoy sports and they both hate Billy Hargrove with a passion and Robin is heartbroken because she knows she can't get attached. She has already been through this too many times to allow it to happen again. She gets close with a guy, they become best friends, he confesses, she can't reciprocate, they never talk again.

This is what is going to happen. She should already be used to it, but it still hurts. It's better for her to keep her distance. To encourage him to flirt with other girls, even if she can see that he mostly does it to amuse her.

And then they uncover an actual real life Russian spy network right beneath their place of work like some fucking blockbuster. And then they are pumped up with drugs and the next thing she knows is that they are both throwing up in a cinema bathroom.

And then it happens. Of course it happens.

He starts his little speech and her heart is already breaking. She surprises herself when she realizes how much she started enjoying Steve's company. He is a dingus, but she is also a dingus and they just fit.

She is already preparing her apology in her head (oh fuck work is going to be so awkward), but what comes out instead is what she wishes she could've said every time this happened. What she wished she could have said every time she got close to another person, every time her parents questioned if she finally found a boyfriend. Something she really tried not to feel ashamed of, but it was so fucking hard when you had to keep it hidden all the time.

(She remembers when she used to train in front of the mirror. She would stare at herself and repeat again and again "I am Robin Buckley and I am a lesbian. I am a lesbian. I am-")

She doesn't breathe as she waits for what she knows what comes next. What has to come next. There is a reason she never told anyone, always kept it hidden and to herself even if she wanted to scream it into the world. He will mock her and he will out her and he will be disgusted and-

"Tammy Thompson?!"

Instead they have girls talk. And Robin finally gets it.

[lily-fics-11]

Je Vous Aime (Robin Buckley, Stranger Things)

Je Vous Aime//Robin Buckley, Stranger Things

I haven't written about my pookie Robin in so long so I had to fix that

You say goodbye to Robin after school and put on your headphones. You walk out to the bike rack together every day. Before you play the music on your Walkman you hear Robin whisper “Je vous aime.”

“What does that mean?” you question, wondering why she was speaking to you in what you think is French. She knows you don’t speak it, that you have always taken Spanish. 

Robin’s freckled cheeks flush instantaneously. “I thought you were listening to music.”

“Not yet. Was that French? What does ‘je voo em’ mean?” You interrogate her, trying to get to the bottom of this strange interaction.

She breaks eye contact to stare down at her converse. “It means… see you later. So uh, see you later, I gotta go.” She doesn't even look back at you before leaving on her bike, she just takes off.

Robin always looks at you, her stone blue eyes staring deeply into yours. The only time she doesn’t is when she lies. “I can stay late, my parents won’t mind. I finished that essay too, so I can hang out tonight. Steve is probably running late, I can stay for another few minutes.”

Back home you pour over your homework without making much progress. 

Why would Robin say something to you that she knew you couldn’t understand?

When she didn’t think you could hear her? 

Why the hell would she lie about it? 

Did you upset her? 

Is she sad? Mad? 

Clearly you had done something wrong. Robin is far from confrontational and avoids problems until they go away. Even though conflict between you two is rare, you are tired of her dealing with it this way. She isn’t going to just let things go this time, it’s not fair to either of you. 

You check the time and the library closes in a half hour. If you ride your bike fast enough you will have enough time to get there and find a French dictionary to borrow. 

Upon arriving at the library you are tired, sweating, and red in the face from racing there against the clock. You ask the librarian where to find what you need, quickly locate, and check it out.

You can’t wait until you get home to figure this out, so you sit in the grass outside the library and start searching through the book.

The first word was definitely “je”. Flipping through the dictionary you find out that it means “I”. I what? I want you to leave me alone?

“Voo” came after “je”. Unfortunately, you discover that “voo” itself is not, in fact, a word. It isn’t spelled the way it sounds, so you move on to words that have “vo” at the beginning. The word that sticks out is “vous”, for which the English translation is “you”. 

There is the ABBA song called Voulez-Vous, which is “do you want”, if you aren’t mistaken. You must be on the right track then. “I” and “you”. I hate you?

Turns out that “to hate” is “détester”, and not the word she said. That’s a relief, but you are still desperate for an answer. But “em” isn’t even a word and neither is “im”. 

You don’t actually know how vowels are pronounced in French. How they are pronounced in English is different from Spanish, so French is probably the same way. Pronunciation basics is naturally the next section you look at. You discover that different vowel combinations were definitely the right direction to go in. “Ai” could kind of sound like the “e” in “em”. So “aim” or “aime” is probably the right word.

You can’t believe your eyes when you read the translation of “aime”. 

Love?

Love.

I love you? Your friendship with Robin could certainly be categorized as very close, but not in an “I love you” way. 

You would never say it to her, that’s for sure. 

Not because you don’t love her, but because you don’t love her like a friend. 

You are in love with Robin. 

You would without a doubt say it back if she were to say it directly to you, even if you meant it in a different way. 

Why wouldn’t she just say it? Is she worried you don’t feel the same way? Now that you are actually thinking about it you do have a tendency to distance yourself at times, and avoid physical affection when it comes to Robin. In your defense you only do it to avoid letting yourself live an impossible fantasy. 

Robin Buckley is a girl. 

Robin Buckley doesn’t love you the way that you love her. 

However, to anyone with a single notion of your same sex attraction, your feelings for Robin would be crystal clear, like her pretty blue eyes. Your eyes can find her in the most crowded room and from just about any distance. And once you spot her? You can’t bear to look away. Why would you pass up an opportunity to admire such a physically and mentally appealing girl?

You would drop just about anything for Robin. If she calls, you are there. Family dinner, studying, the best book or movie, doesn’t matter. Robin is always a top priority. As long as you are in a good place to give her your best you will absolutely give it to her. 

You wear her favorite color whenever you can, you seek it out when you go shopping. If she mentions a book or movie you completely engross yourself in it until you can discuss it with her at great length. You even spend extra time studying Spanish so that you can carry conversations with her. Robin is extraordinary, she speaks English, French, Spanish, and Italian. 

There is no obvious reason why she would do this, and you have no intention of waiting for an answer to this unshakeable question. 

You shove the book into the woven basket on your bike and take off at a steady pace in the direction of Robin’s house. You don’t want to look like a mess when you get there. You can feel frustration building up inside you. Why does she have to be so avoidant, why can’t she just say what she is feeling? 

You knock on the door and Robin is the one to answer it. She looks excited to see you until she realizes how upset you are. 

“Is everything ok? Is something wrong? Did I do something?” Robin panics and then groans “fuck, I did do something, didn’t I,” when your expression doesn’t soften. 

“Well yeah, you kind of did,” you sigh with a twinge of guilt, realizing how much you are stressing her out.

Robin starts fidgeting with the chunky silver rings on her fingers. “I’m not always the best at, you know, the social cues, so I’m so sorry to ask this because it makes me feel like a jerk, but what did I do?”

Robin Buckley really can’t read a room, can she. Remembering this only creates more remorse for acting on your emotions instead of taking your time to find the best approach. 

“What you said after school today,” you explain. “‘Je vous aime’.”

“I hate to ask another stupid question,” Robin says while making deep eye contact before looking away and asking "but what’s wrong with ‘see you later’?”

“Robin, have you forgotten how well I know you? I can tell when you are lying. I went to the library and found a French dictionary, so I know what you actually said. ‘I love you’? Why wouldn’t you just say it? We are friends, aren’t we? Have I made you uncomfortable or upset? I’m sorry if I have made you feel that way. But if I did, why wouldn’t you come to me about it? You deserve to feel heard.”

“We are friends.” Robin mumbles. 

You run a hand through your hair in exasperation. “Then what the hell is going on?”

“I just didn’t want to make things weird.” She bites her chapped lips. 

“Rob, we are friends, I want you to feel safe to talk to me. I would never judge you.” 

Robin sits down on the ground like she is trying to get away from you, without actually going anywhere. “That’s the thing. You wouldn’t judge a friend who says I love you. But you might not feel the same way when someone means it as more than friendly. Especially when you are both girls. It’s not fair of me to lie to you and I really should be honest so you can just kick me out of your life for being the weird girl that’s in love with her friend. So je vous aime, I love you. Like in love with you. And you never have to speak to me again if you don’t….”

You had sat down next to Robin while she was talking and now you cut her off. “You are so oblivious, and to be quite honest, I'm offended.”

“Fuck!” Robin groans before covering her face with her hands. “I know you probably think it’s gross, and you hate me, and…”

You pull her hands away from her face. They had been covering her sad puppy dog expression. “Shhhhhh Robin,” you try to soothe her before putting an arm around her shoulders. “It’s not gross. It’s the opposite of gross. You are like gold, you know. Precious, but dense. I’ve always been in love with you. I try not to make it obvious but I still feel like it is.”

“Y-you?” She stutters, her voice sounding afraid, though her eyes are starry and filled with wonder. “In love with me?”

“Je vous aime, Robin.”

[im-robins-bitch]

A Somewhat SFW Alphabet with Robin Buckley

18+ only please.

A - Activities (what does she like to do with you?)

Anything. Robin Buckley will do anything with you and have the time of her life. 

She does have a special place in her heart for fall/winter activities. You’ll go to the pumpkin patch to pick out the perfect pumpkins and then carve them to put on the porch. 

I honestly think you would be the kind of couple where you compete against each other to make the best gingerbread house and it gets more and more out of hand each year until the store-bought kits aren’t enough anymore and you’re baking gingerbread at home and have pre-planned floor plans. There may be a ceasefire one year where you both collaborate to make your dream home out of gingerbread. 

She will do anything you want, but come the colder months, she already has your calendar marked up with must-do activities. 

B - Beauty ( What does she love most about herself?)

Besides her brain (which she sometimes thinks works against her) Robin thinks one of her best features is her eyes. Since dating you she’s come to think of her fingers as the second best. 

You love, love, love her freckles. You like to count them and kiss them until she’s giggling and pushing you away. Her hands are top-tier as well, she always has them on you. If she’s trying to learn the fingering for a new song on trumpet you can bet your ass she’s pressing them down on your thigh to get some practice in. 

C - Comfort (How does she comfort you, what kind of comfort does she seek from you?)

When Robin is overwhelmed, the only thing she wants is to feel you lying on top of her. She likes feeling your weight press down on her. She’ll curl her fingers around your wrist so she can feel your pulse. If it’s really bad you’ll lay in silence until she’s asleep, snoring in your ear. If it’s just a minor upset, you’ll encourage her to talk about what’s bothering her and play some bowie softly in the background. 

If you’re feeling down she will do anything you need, anything you ask. 

She’ll hold you all night, stroking your back and kissing your head. She’ll try her best to be quiet, but she’ll usually start talking by accident and that is usually what ends up working the best. You’re also a big believer in naked cuddling, Robin’s boobs are the best stress reliever. 

“You know cats have been known to stroke their owners because they think it will make them feel better” Robin has been staring unabashedly at your hands the entire time you’ve been doing your night-time routine.

“Really?” 

“According to a study, it also promotes bonding- Wh- why are you taking your shirt off?”

“I’m gonna come lie on you, c’mon Buckley get your shirt off we have a bond to improve” 

D - Date (What is Robin’s favourite kind of date)

Her favourite special dates are the days when you’ll go drive over to Indianapolis and spend the whole day there. 

Sometimes you’ll have tickets to a show, you’re favourite being Rocky Horror Picture Show, other times you just see where the day takes you. There's a family dinner that you go to every trip and a bar hidden down an alleyway that makes the best strawberry mojitos you’ve ever tasted. There's a thrift store you love, it always has something perfect for Robin and you always pull things out for each other and have a fashion show when you get back home. 

Otherwise, she likes going to the drive-in. It took some getting used to, she once insisted going to The Hawk was the only way to truly enjoy a movie, until she realised that at the drive-in she was free to talk all she wanted. 

E - Everything (You are ….)

You are my dearest secret.

F - Feelings (When did she know she was in love)

You were at a party, just a small get-together at Steve’s house with your friends.

You’re stood with Robin, as you usually are, holding tightly onto her hand as she rambled about the movie you went to at the weekend to you and the group of friends surrounding you. 

“It was such a bad twist because it’s like they just pulled rules out their ass so we wouldn’t see it coming, like vampires just don’t-”

“I thought it was great, the soundtrack was  fucking metal” Eddie interrupts, not letting Robin finish her sentence as he squeezed Steve further into his side, “What did you think Nance?”

Robin frows, eyebrows wrinkling in annoyance at being talked over. The conversation seemingly continues without her as every time she tries to butt back in someone talks over her. 

You squeeze her hand and it’s then she remembers you’re there because you had been even quieter than she was rendered. She turns to you, finding you pressing a kiss to her neck and then whispering into her ear, “Keep going,” You whisper, breath hitting her neck and making her hair stand on edge, “I’m listening,”

G - Guilty Pleasure

Robin loves it when you give her hand massages. 

Whether it's a full-on massage with lotions and nail oil or just the pressure of your thumb rubbing back and forth when you holding hands, she adores it. It relaxes her like nothing else and eases all the tension from her fingers. 

She used to be self-conscious of how rough her hands were from work and the trumpet. They weren't the soft hands of all the girls in the romance books. You only saw it as an excuse to love on her even more. You’ll kiss all of her hard-earned calluses and insist she use your hand cream instead of her own because it’s better. It also makes her smell like you.

H - Honesty (What secrets does she hide from you)

Robin is awful at hiding things from you, she’s learnt the hard way not to lie to your face because you catch it immediately. She tends to lie by omission instead. 

She’s a talker though and she’s accidentally ruined many birthday gifts because she’s gotten so caught up in her stories that she’s told you exactly what she bought without thinking. She doesn’t mean to, but when you ask her about her day you always insist on her telling you everything and it just slips out. 

When she does lie it’s never anything cruel, just small things. At the start of your relationship, she kept quiet about a lot of your questionable fashionable choices, smiling and nodding when you would show her the ugliest pair of shoes she’d ever seen with a beaming smile. Now she’s like Michael Kors on Project Runway, she will not hold back. 

After you had found out she had kept the whole, international monsters thing from you in your final year of high school you had been livid that she had gone through it all alone. When it happened again you joined her without question and the two of you very rarely kept anything from each other again. 

I - Injury (how would they react if you got hurt)

She’s a huge worrier, a paper cut has her brain whirling. She’ll insist that you disinfect it because she saw something about a boy who got a paper cut and then lost his finger. Tries out home remedies if you have any aches and pains, rubbing certain oils into your aching body. 

Surprisingly she’s the type to believe that rubbing tiger balm on your feet and leaving it overnight will alleviate a cold. 

If she ever hurts herself you kiss her injury better. Smooching her bruises every night until they go away. 

J - Jealousy (who gets more jealous, what are they like when jealous)

At the start of your relationship, she got jealous quite often, especially because you had to hide that you were together. She becomes a lot more withdrawn when she gets seriously jealous about something, so you can always tell because she barely speaks to you. She’s quick to break though, especially when you start pestering her about it with kisses. 

As she becomes more secure in the relationship she rarely gets jealous anymore. Then the shoe is on the other foot because now she isn’t getting jealous, she notices just how often you do. You’re just way better at hiding it than she was. You act the opposite of Robin, rubbing your closeness in the face of whoever it is that you’re jealous of. 

Sometimes it’s giving Robin back the chapstick you borrowed when a customer is flirting with her. If any boys at parties approach her you look them up and down with a death stare until they back down. Occasionally you even get jealous of Steve, sitting yourself on her lap and wrapping yourself around her like a cobra. Robin can’t deny how good it feels to have her two favourite people both wanting her company. 

K - Kiss (Their favourite kind of kisses)

Robin loves all your kisses, just the fact that she gets to kiss you sometimes blows her mind. At first, she was really shy about it and didn’t know how to ask for it, her cheeks would be stained pink in embarrassment because she would be trying not to be obvious about it. It was always very obvious. 

Her favourite kind of kisses are of an overzealous kind. When you lick your lips beforehand so you can plant a big fat one on her cheek. Even better if you have lip gloss on and she can feel the sticky residue afterwards. You always make a big smoochy noise as well and follow it with a million more little pecks. 

She likes it when you’ve had a long day and stomp into her arms, face tucked into her neck and she kisses the top of your head. She can feel the difference, your tense posture from before the kiss, to how you melt into her a little more afterwards. It’s like her kiss washed away the stress from the day. Her little way of saying ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ve got you, it’s ok’. You get the message every time. 

L - Love (Who said it first)

Look, Robin ‘motormouth’ Buckley told you at the worst time possible. I’m sorry, she just did. As soon as she realised she loved you it was so hard to keep it from you. 

The same day when you asked her what she had done for the day she almost responded ‘I realised that I loved you today’. In retrospect, it’s what she wished she had done. She wanted it to be romantic though. Had spent hours at work watching romance films for inspiration. 

So when she had accidentally spilt the beans in-between whines when she was been sitting on your face, she was mortified. 

M - Marriage 

Gay marriage is not legal for a long time, by the time it’s actually on the cards you two will have been together for so long you’d already been calling her your wife for years. 

I think maybe four years into your relationship, both of you know that you’re in it for life, and you’d have a little ceremony of your own in your garden. It means so much more than a typical wedding because you get to do your own thing instead of following shitty traditions. 

You’d go shopping together to buy engagement rings and matching wedding bands, which you found much more fun than the stress of trying to pick something the other person would like and secretly trying to figure out each other's ring sizes. 

Steve will ‘officiate’ the ceremony and not many people will probably be invited to the actual wedding bit, but everyone will be invited to the party afterwards. Eddie's speech would be one of the highlights of the night. Along with the tally chart keeping count every time Steve burst into tears.

When marriage does become legal you would have been ‘married’ so long and your wedding in the backyard would have felt more meaningful so i feel like you would have just gone to the courthouse or something. Your friends would insist on coming though, some of them probably even bringing little flags and getting a picture of you kissing on the steps. 

N- No (something that caused an argument)

Robin once thought about getting a parrot,  just to teach it how to say dingus, that she would then give to Steve. 

Now she just really wanted a bird. 

You had to put your foot down, you rented your apartment and both worked too much to give the bird the company it needed. You were willing to compromise, but every pet she picked out was just ridiculous. 

Her idea of a compromise was a lizard,  but she said you would need to be the one to feed it because she couldn’t deal with the bugs. When you told her if she wanted to get a pet she would have to be the one to feed it, she changed her mind to a snake. Until you both watched a documentary and she realised what that would need to be fed. 

You end up with a pair of goldfish named Tangerine and Lady Stardust. With your aloe vera plant named Robert, you think that’s enough responsibility for now. Robin is still checking out books about budgies and cockatiels, just in case.

O - Origin (who developed a crush first, who made the first move)

Robin fell first, but you fell harder. 

You most certainly had to be the one to make the first move though because she keeps brushing off your flirting as you being friendly and that it’s ‘just how girls are’ 

P - PDA 

PDA is limited, at least until being gay is more socially acceptable. Around your friends, you like to sit on her lap, kiss her cheek, and hold her hand. I don’t think Robin is likely to be comfortable doing much else in front of her friends, because she’s so easily flustered by you. Behind closed doors though, it’s another story. 

Q - Quirk (what’s a quirk of hers)

Robin is a klepto, she will steal all of your stuff, at first accidentally, but then more and more often. You think it’s cute, she only steals little trinkets that you don’t need or lip balms. Sometimes she ‘forgets’ to bring back the jumpers she borrowed or the socks you lend her because her feet always get cold. She acts like she’s already given them back, but then opens the door with them on. A bit of a gaslighter, but she’s our gaslighter. When you move in together and suggest you should just combine your wardrobes she’s in heaven. 

R - Rainday (What’s a typical rainy day like)

When you’re still in your twenties you love a typical girly sleepover day. Robin didn’t get a lot of those and even if she isn’t the girliest of girls, she still enjoys them. 

You’ll do each other's makeup and practise new hairstyles, following tutorials in magazines. Her highlight is painting each other's nails, she likes holding your hands and how concentrated you get trying to make her look perfect. 

Sometimes Nancy, Max and El will join you and you’ll all eat snacks and gossip. Offering Max and El dating advice, reading those awful teen magazines and taking all the quizzes. It’s just a fun time all around. 

S - Sad (What would make her sad and how does her s/o help)

Robin often feels like an outcast and that her brain just doesn’t shut up. She doesn’t feel like she fits in with everyone else and that she’s just a bit too weird. She feels like everyone else has an instruction manual on how to be normal and hers is missing. 

Becoming friends with Steve helps. Finding out she isn’t the only girl who likes girls in Hawkins helps. When you don’t lessen her feelings, but instead just tell her that you like her for exactly who she is, weird or not, that makes her feel better. When you offer to reject society with her and go live in the Alps she perks up. She finds the biggest comfort in the weight of you resting against her and the reassurance that she’s found her people now and that they all love her because of her Robinisms not despite them.

T - Talking (What do they like to talk about)

Everything. This girl does not stop talking. She can talk about anything for an impressive amount of time. She thinks it’s annoying, you think it’s a talent. 

U - Understanding (How understanding are they of their partner's needs)

Robin is extremely understanding when it comes to boundaries and will actively encourage you to tell her if things make you uncomfortable. You don’t like the way the candy at Family Video sticks to your teeth? She swaps out the candy. 

You don’t like loud noises at parties and like to wear earplugs? She carries a spare pair in her bag.

Her pyjama top is too scratchy against your skin? She’s throwing it off and letting you rest skin-to-skin instead. 

If you don’t like to wear socks to bed she will put up with your icicle feet leeching heat from her own. She gets her own back with her cold hands when she comes back from work. 

V - Vanity (How much does she care about her looks)

Robin has perfected the art of looking casually cool. She even looked good in her Scoops uniform, which should have been impossible. She still doesn’t believe that you used to drool over her in that outfit. She isn’t exactly a perfectionist when it comes to how she looks, but she does want to look nice. 

W - Wildcard (Random headcanon)

I said earlier she loves fall and winter activities. I think she would collect vintage Christmas decorations, the weirder the better. It gets worse and worse as you get older until you have multiple boxes of super old Christmas decorations. 

She also loves learning about traditions from different religions and places. If you celebrate something else she’s going to be all ears about what it entails and want to celebrate it with you. She’ll even try to find some vintage decorations for your holiday too.

X - X-ray (relationship headcanon)

If you’re having a petty argument or trying to convince her to do something, you like to flash her your tits. It works pretty much every time and was your secret weapon. Then she started to do it to you and you’ve been losing every argument since. 

Y - Yearning (How much does she miss you)

So much! You two talk for hours every day. You’re the only person who encourages her to speak more when she rambles on a tangent and you like to have catch-ups where she tells you everything about her day. You’re also each other's safe space, you can be completely yourselves around each other and even if you’re not doing something together you like just being in the same room. 

If you’re away for more than a day, when you come back she will have written down things she wanted to tell you about but didn’t want to forget. Not before she listens to you tell her everything about your time away, whether it’s an irritated rant or a gleeful story about how much fun you had. 

When texting becomes an option, Robin’s phone bill grows astronomical. 

Z - zzz (How do they sleep)

You on top of her, if it’s just your thigh over her own or your arm across her waist, she will take it. She needs to feel your weight on her like she needs to breathe. You like to sleep without a shirt on and you like it when she does the same, even in winter. Only on the coldest nights do you relent. 

She likes to shove her hand into your underwear, it began one winter to keep them warm and now she can’t sleep without it. She also wears thick socks to bed, she’s one of the few people who’ll get wool socks for Christmas and be happy about it.

Masterlist

[orphicmusings]

cinnamon girl with robin buckley pls!!🤎

you woke up to the sound of robin tossing and turning in her sleep. groggily, you wiped the tiredness from your eyes and looked at her. you knew she had nightmares. you knew all of it, in fact. she’s never been very good at keeping secrets, and she had spilled everything to you when you started dating because she thought you deserved to know. you knew that she was drugged and interrogated by russian soldiers, stuck in an alternate dimension and strangled by the monsters lurking within it. all of it sounded like the absurdist movies you two would watch over and over, but the tears coating her blue eyes told you it was real. very real. and she’s a very bad liar, anyway.

she started to talk in her sleep. little whimpers of “don’t touch him” and “please don’t hurt me.” made your heart shatter to pieces. you placed your hand on her shoulder and pushed at it as gently as you could.

“babygirl..” you whispered, hoping you wouldn’t have to resort to waking her up harshly. “babygirl, it’s me.” she opened her eyes with a silent gasp, looking at you and you could immediately see the relief wash over her face. she sat up slowly.

“i’m sorry.” she said hoarsely, blinking tears out of her eyes. “bad dream.” she wiped her face, moving her bangs off of her brows.

“was it the mall again?” you rubbed her shoulder.

she nodded with a sigh. “it always is.” you started to launch yourself off the bed into the routine you’ve made, calling steve so robin can hear he’s okay, grabbing movies and tea so she could relax, but she grabbed your wrist before you could leave.

“not tonight.” she shook her head with a half smile. “it’s okay, babe. just stay with me.” she pulled you back down on to the bed and you landed on top of her. “oh, hello…” she crooned, wiggling her eyebrows.

“robin, i’m serious!” you retorted through a laugh, rolling off of her, but staying nearby. you lightly stroked her arm with the tips of your fingers. “what do you want then? we could talk about it, or-“

“i want you to distract me.” she looked back at you. “i want to replace this feeling…i don’t want to just…placate it, i don’t know!” she started to ramble. you forgot that stroking her arm was one of many of her niche turn ons.

“robin….” you looked at her quizzically. “are you asking me to fuck you to sleep?” you asked, barely above a whisper, even though you were the only two in the room.

she giggled. “get back on top of me, woman!” and god, the sound of her laughter, you could never say no to it. you straddled her waist, grabbing her chin delicately and leaning down to kiss her. innocent, but passionate. full of promises. it only accelerated when robin reached around and squeezed your ass. you pulled back with a gasp. “you’re gonna pay for that.” you tried to sound sexy and threatening, but her smile was too contagious.

“yes, please…” she chuckled, and then yelped when you sucked a hickey into her neck. “i have work tomorrow!”

you pulled away from her neck with a shrug. “guess you’re just gonna have to call in sick.” you leaned back down and kissed the mark you left, down her neck as your fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. you touched her through her underwear, and chuckled a bit. “how are you wet already? i thought i was in for a night of serious work…” you teased as you delicately dipped a finger inside of her. she wrapped her arms around your neck, arching her back into you.

“because…jesus christ, babe…” she was interrupted by you finding her sweet spot with ease, every time. she groaned at the feeling of you two fingers deep, with your thumb pressing circles onto her clit. she nipped at your ear. “you’re really fucking hot when you take care of me, you know that?” she smiled. “you go into this super sexy mother bear protector mode-“

“are you seriously comparing me to a bear while i’m inside of you?” you raised an eyebrow, picking up the pace of your fingers pumping in and out. she clung to you, her fingernails digging into your shoulders.

“in a good way.” she answered breathlessly. “i’m gonna-“

“i know babe, i’ve got you.” you told her, looking into those blue eyes and wanting to give her everything. “i always got you.”

she reached her release and squeezed your arms, trying to catch her breath. you kissed her cheek and rolled off of her, brushing the sweat off of her forehead. when you were grabbing washcloths from the bedside drawer, she pulled you underneath her. “jesus christ, robin!” you squealed. “you have, like, horny strength.”

“only time i’m ever athletic.” she grabbed your cheek and kissed you deeply, ready to take care of you now.

[darlingsfandom]

Okay but I neeeeed more of that one you just posted about Robin and Steve's girlfriend omg

To be fair, I think I did that one a little off track ! But I'm glad you liked it (:

As you walked out the door Robin couldn't help but watch as you made your way down the street before she ran over to Steve.

"Why didn't you say she's your girlfriend! I look like an idiot getting all blushy over her!" Robin hit Steve on the arm as Steve chuckled.

"Relax! You're fine! She likes boobies too!" Robin rolled her eyes.

"Not this again!" Steve chuckled as he watched Robin look over the paper in her hand before he snatched it up.

"You got her phone number!" He teased Robin before she snatched it back.

"She did say she goes both ways!" Steve walked back around the counter as went back to entering returns as Robin looked at the number again. She put the number in her pocket.

"So do I still get a ride home before you go fuck your girlfriend or?" Steve about passed out hearing Robin say that.

"Of course , I mean unless you're asking as a way to sneak around it and say you want to watch."

"Ewww! No! "

"Your loss! She's so pretty when she cums!" Steve shrugged as Robin walked away. She had to walk away. Robin went into the back room and locked the door as she took a deep breath. Her hand undid her pants slowly before she quickly changed her mind. She couldn't do it. When she came back out Steve had the store phone to his ear and a grin on his face.

"Change of plans. You're coming home with me!" Robin stopped dead in her tracks when she heard those words.

"Why? I mean I don't mind but you have plans!"

"Y/N wants to see you !" Steve hung up the phone and went back to work. For the rest of their shift Steve would tease Robin about she liked his girlfriend ! That they'd be the cutest couple group and all Robin wanted to do was touch herself over you. When the shift ended Steve couldn't get Robin back to the house fast enough.

"Baby! We're here!" Steve yelled as he shut the front door behind Robin. You stepped out of the bedroom wearing nothing but a pair of heels and red lipstick. Robins face and body flushed of everything as her jaw hit the floor. "Wow baby, you look great!" Steve smirked at you as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Robin was frozen.

"What's the matter ? Cat got your tongue!" You teased her as you approached her slowly. "You know, Stevie told me that you have a crush on me." Robin shot steve a look that made him laugh as he walked behind you and gave you a smack on the ass as he went into the kitchen. You grabbed Robins hand and lead her over to the couch.

"Do you want to touch them?" You pointed to your boobs. Robin bit her lip as he carefully placed her hand on one as if they were going to break. "Good girl!" You smiled at her and Robin quickly grabbed the other one. Her hands massaged your breasts slowly while looking up at you with innocent eyes. Steve walked in and handed you your water bottle as he kissed you hard.

"Your boobs are nice." Robin squeaked out a little making you blush while cupping her cheek.

"Wait until you see her pussy!" Steve chimed in as he kissed your cheek.

"Steve!" Both you and Robin said in unison but with different tones. She hid her face for a moment before looking back at you.

"Is it okay if I do see it?"

"You're too cute Robin !" You leaned in and kissed her softly. Her arms flew around your body and pulled you down on top of her. You balanced yourself on your hands before repositioning yourself . You smiled at her as you laid back on your back so she could be on top. Your legs opened slowly and Robin seen heaven. Your folds were glistening already. Her fingers trailed over your warm thighs slowly before she dragged her fingers through the folds earning a moan from you.

"Robin! Touch me sweetheart!" You begged and she obeyed by sliding her fingers into you. Steve stood there watching as you played with your nipples while keeping eye contact with him. Robin leaned down so she was eye level with your pussy and without warning started eating you out.

"OH FUCK! ROBIN!" You cried out. Your hands pushed on the back of her head so her tongue went deeper into you. She didn't slow down. She ate you out like your life depended on it. Your eyes rolled back as her nose nudged against your clit making you squirm against her. It was different than how Steve did it but it still felt good. You looked down at Robin as you ran your fingers through her hair and she gave you the sweetest look. "God! You're going to make me cum already!"

Steve stood behind you and leaned down so he could play with your tits as robins fingers twisted in and out of you quickly while munching on your pussy.

"Oh oh OH RIGHT THERE BABY GIRL!" Your voice got higher, legs and thighs shaking, toes curling and every inch of your body on fire as you pulled hair before you came against her mouth. Robin lapped up every drop she could as you crumbled against the couch.

"You're delicious ." Robin licked her lips with a satisfied smile.

"I told you!" Steve huffed before you pulled him in for a kiss.

You looked at Robin with devilish eyes while running your hands down your body. "You're not going anywhere anytime soon sweetheart, we're only getting started !"

[moonstruckme]

so requests are open again, can i así for a Robin fic where she tries to ask Reader out but she is really nervous and all cute?

Thanks for requesting babe!

Robin Buckley x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You have no idea how Robin managed to get Keith to let three of you work the Saturday shift, but you owe her your life for it. 

Normally, you end up by yourself, uneventful weekday nights where you organize and reorganize the clearance section, talking to yourself since the last time you brought a book and Keith’s boss caught you on the cameras you got chewed out. 

Robin and Steve have a routine of their own. They pulled a hidden stock of snacks out of the break room, gossipped about who had borrowed what movies for how long and what that meant, made up ridiculous life stories for the customers that came in. Then Dustin had come over and Robin had relegated the boys to the back room. You like Steve, but you’re not mad about it; having Robin all to yourself makes your stomach do flips like it does on a rollercoaster. 

“Okay,” she says in a low voice, eyes tracking a customer who’s just wandered into the teen section. You’ve hopped up on the counter, sitting with your back to the door and your legs dangling, and her elbow is about three inches from touching your thigh. “The guy in the tank top. What do we think about him?” 

“He looks like he just rolled out of bed.” Which isn’t unreasonable, because it’s only ten. “Who comes to rent a movie first thing in the morning?” 

“Someone desperate,” Robin agrees. You’re both leaning in as you talk in near-whispers, but that distance between her arm and your leg stays. 

You hum. “He could have kids.” 

“Does he really look like someone who has kids?” 

“I don’t know what people who have kids look like. I guess there’s probably a variety.” 

“Fair…” She kisses her teeth as she watches him, big eyes narrowed sneakily. “I don’t know, I think he’s horny.” 

Your laugh is so loud and sudden you have to clamp a hand over your mouth. A customer browsing near you gives you an odd look, and you murmur an apology. Robin looks delighted. 

“Why would you think that?” you hiss at her. “He’s just looking for a movie.” 

Her expressions turns sheepish, complete with a cute half-smile that makes your brain buzz distractingly. “It’s possible I have some information you don’t.” 

You lean back on your hands and tilt your head, looking at her curiously. 

Robin leans in close. “He rented Fast Times five days ago and hasn’t returned it.” 

Her eyes are sparkling with amusement. With great effort you tear your gaze from them, looking past her at the man. “Oh,” you say, “yeah, I see it. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in days. I’ll bet he’s been locked in his mom’s basement watching the pool scene on repeat.” 

She turns her head down toward your leg to hide a smile, and her laugh tickles down your spine like a grazing touch. You have to trap your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your own grin from getting too out of hand. 

“This is fun,” you blurt. Or, it feels like a blurt, but Robin doesn’t seem to note your abruptness, only turning her eyes up to yours curiously. “Hanging out, I mean. I wish we worked the same shifts more often.” 

“Yeah, I—it is fun.” Robin’s smile gets a funny look to it, her gaze flitting down to the counter. “I’d rather work with you than Steve anytime. Not that you’re, like, only just better than Steve, obviously you’re tons better than him, I just meant that—Steve, he’s actually not terrible, I mean he’s probably my best friend, and he and I hang out outside work all the time, so—” She presses her lips together as if physically stopping herself. You chew your bottom lip. “Basically, I like hanging out with you even more than him, which is…not as low a bar as you might think.” 

“I don’t think that’s a low bar,” you say through a smile. “Steve seems cool.”

She scoffs. “He’s not. Don’t let him think you think that.” 

“He seems nice, I mean. Nicer than he was in high school.” 

“Exactly.” Robin lifts her stare to yours again, something like relief in it. “Yeah, he’s…better. He, like, had a spiritual change or something.” 

“Maybe he found good influences.” You nudge her leg with the toe of your shoe. She makes a scratchy laughing sound, looking away from you again. 

“We hang out a lot outside of work,” she says.

“You mentioned that.” 

“We could try that.” 

You blink, her candor cutting through the light and flirty feeling you’ve fallen into like a knife. 

“You and me?” 

“Yeah.” Her eyes find yours. “Like, if you wanted to hang out more, we don’t have to—I mean, we could, totally, we just don’t have to—do it here. At the store.” Her throat bobs so quick you almost miss it. Your chest feels tight, but not entirely unpleasantly. “We could go to the movies, or to get pizza, or to the roller rink—I don’t actually really know what you like to do, but you have to like movies, right? We could definitely watch a movie.”

There’s a commotion in your stomach. You want to look down and check again the distance between her arm and your thigh, but for some reason now it feels like too much of a risk. “Like, with Steve?” you ask. 

Robin’s nose wrinkles. “Definitely not with Steve.” 

“So, just us.” 

In the corner of your eye, you see her hands flex on the countertop. “If you want,” she says quietly. 

You wet your lips. When you take a second too long to answer, she goes on, “Or we could totally invite other people, if that’s what you want to do.” 

“No,” you say quickly. “Just us is…is good.” 

“Really?” Robin sounds so surprised you can’t help but smile. She smiles back, tentatively, like she’s not one-hundred percent sure if she’s in on the joke but she’s happy if you’re happy. 

“Yeah.” You lower your voice, glancing around the store. You’d nearly forgotten you were in public. You think for a second you catch Steve looking, but he directs his stare to the movies he’s organizing, smiling to himself and waving off something Dustin’s said. “I’m not doing anything tomorrow, if you want to see what’s showing then.” 

Robin grins, huge and heart-stutteringly pretty. It shows all her teeth and little lines shoot out from her eyes like rays of sunshine. “Do you like thrillers?” 

“Sure.” No. 

She leans forward conspiratorially, and it takes every ounce of willpower you possess not to look down when you feel her skin make contact with the side of your thigh. Your heart starts beating hummingbird fast. “Perfect.” 

[eds6ngel]

imagine going to a fall festival with your gf robin. you'd drive her there (of course) and she's already bouncing in her seat by the time you park up. she is so overwhelmed, practically dragging you out of the driver's seat by the hand and running through the entrance.

you two get up to so many different activities. you spend most of your money playing darts, winning robin a giant teddy bear that she didn't let go of the entire day. you each had a cinnamon hot chocolate and sugar-coated churros to share. you played against each other at apple bobbing, robin easily beating you, to which you fake frown at.

but, the most exciting part of the day was the ferris wheel. you timed the line just right for you and robin to stop at the highest point. and since you never got to do this very often in the public eye, you cupped her face and gave her the most loving kiss of your life. because, even if you did have to hide, you still wanted to show your relationship in the open air, even if it was in a more secretive way.

[ddejavvu]

m.list - robin buckley

blurbs:

robin is too shy to ask you out

robin wears the crafts you make her

robin and steve take turns with you | 2

robin and steve steal your clothes

you and robin scare steve

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Since your request are open...😈

I have a few ideas if you like, I'm gonna drop them here and you decide which to use, or if you want to write both🥰😂

Like one is with Robin, if you feel like write for her. Basically the reader always goes to family video and obviously Robin has a huge crush on her, so Steve, being the great friend he is, decides to handle the situation and talks to the reader to set her and Robin up. Unfortunately Robin thinks the reader has a thing for Steve, but at the end she found the reader waiting for her when her shift is over (?)

The other idea is. A good Eddie x shy!Reader, where she's always at the library and he "happens" to be there as well and looks her way, until one day he finds you talking to Dustin so he immediately ask him about it.. sort of😅

Hope you're having a good day, hun🤘

I loved this so much!!! I am so sorry it took soooo long and that is not that long. I made it a drabble so I changed the name 😁 first time writing for Robin so, I hope you like it!! Warnings: none Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger Things 😊 gif isn’t mine 😁

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Not Steve

“Okay, this is one of Robin’s favorite films” Steve said, grabbing Dr. Zhivago and handing it to you. “You can bring it to the counter, and I guarantee you, she’ll go on and on about it and-”

“This is a double VHS” you said, grabbing the movie. “This movie is so long it has two VHS, Steve! Like The Sound of Music! I don’t do double VHS, Harrington!”

“Yeah, I know” he sighed, rolling his eyes. “But it’s what she likes because it’s about doomed love.”

“Well, that’s inspiring” you said sarcastically. “Okay, fine” you gave in.

“Just be sure not to choke when you talk to her-”

“And just how am I supposed to do that, Steve? Every time she looks at me with her beautiful eyes I just completely forget how to talk and- oh my God! This is useless! I am too nervous to say hello!” you started rambling.

“Oh my God, you two are like meant for each other. Just go over there and talk to her!”

“And say what?”

“Hello? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

“She could hear me!”

“And then what?”

“I could die!”

“You are being ridiculous, did you know that?”

While you discussed with Steve, Robin stood at the counter, glancing at you two.

“You know, you can just… talk to her, right?” Nancy said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

“For what? So she can tell me all about her big crush on Steve?”

“I honestly don’t think she has a crush on Steve” Nancy tried to convince her.

“How would you know?”

“I don’t think they’re each other’s type” she insisted, shrugging. “But you’ll never know if all you do is look at her and never talk to her” she told Robin.

“I’d rather keep my distance” she sighed, looking back at you as you laughed about something Steve had said.

“Well, if you keep doing that, how will she ever know that you have a crush on her-?”

“Shhh! For fuck’s sake, Nancy! Could you keep it down? She could hear you!”

“Are you two talking about Robin’s crush?” Eddie said, coming out of nowhere.

“Great! Munson knows? Did you tell him?”

“I would never!” Nancy said, offended.

“Please, give me some credit, Buckley, it’s not like you’re not completely obvious about it” he laughed.

“Eddie!”

“Wait, what? Is that true? Is it obvious? Do you think she knows?”

“Of course not-”

“She probably does” Eddie said at the same time, earning a slap on his arm from Nancy. “What? It’s not like it would be a bad thing! She likes Buckley too!”

“How do you know that?” Robin asked, seriously.

“I just do” he smiled at her.

“You’re overthinking this. Just go over there and talk to her!” Steve insisted.

“Oh, am I? Okay, if this is so easy for you, why don’t you just go there and talk to Eddie, huh?” you smirked when his cheeks blushed.

“It’s not the same thing” he muttered.

“It’s the exact same thing, Steve” you glared at him.

“Okay, fine. I’ll tell you what. You ask Robin, and I’ll ask Eddie” he smiled at you. You arched your eyebrow at him.

“You’re bluffing” you chuckled.

“I’m not” he insisted. “You ask Robin out, I’ll ask Eddie out” he stated.

“What if I end up asking Robin out and you don’t ask Eddie out?”

“I’ll pay for your first date with Robin” he told you. “Anywhere you want!”

“S-seriously?”

“Yeah” he nodded.

“Huh, why now?”

“W-what? What do you mean?”

“I have been coming here for weeks now. You have known of my crush on Robin for longer. I have been encouraging you to ask Eddie out for months and now all of the sudden-”

“Okay, fine!” Steve said, pulling you towards one of the furthest aisles, which didn’t go unnoticed by Robin. “This guy keeps coming in here and flirting with Eddie” he said, frustrated. “I don’t like it, okay?”

“Aw, are you jealous, Stevie?”

“Shut up” he glared at you but you noticed he was blushing. “Look, it might… help me knowing that we can either both strike out-”

“Love the vote of confidence-”

“Or finally go out with the people we’ve been wanting to for months!”

“That doesn’t even make sense! What if Eddie agrees to go out with you but Robin doesn’t want to go out with me?”

“What if it’s the other way around? Look, we both have the exact same thing to lose here so… what do you say?”

You turned around to look at Robin, who quickly looked away when you locked eyes with her, and you took a deep breath turning back to Steve.

“Okay, fine” you decided.

“Really?”

“Yes!” you said, getting anxious but excited at the same time. “I’m doing it! I’d rather know now than keep waiting for God knows how long” you explained.

“Okay!” Steve smiled. “We’re doing this!”

“Don’t leave me hanging, Harrington!” you asked, putting your pinky out. Steve laughed but linked his.

“We’re doing this!” he said before he pulled you in for a hug.

After a very long shift, Robin grabbed her things and said goodbye to Steve. She was making her way over to her bike but she dropped her bag when she saw you standing there. Talking to yourself.

“Hey, um-”

“Ah!” you jumped a little when Robin tried to talk to you. And then, you felt even more anxious when you saw she was there. “Robin? Robin!” you laughed. “Hi!”

“Um… hey” she chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“M-me? Yes! I’m fine” you chuckled, nervously. “Uh I mean, I think I’m fine. I’m just trying to convince myself that what I’m about to do is a good idea, you know? Because it is. Unless it ends up blowing up in my face, then it will just be humiliating, right?”

“I… guess?” Robin said, a bit confused. “Um… if you’re waiting for Steve, his shift doesn’t end for another hour-”

“S-Steve?” you frowned.

“Yeah, isn’t he who you’re here to see?”

“No!” you blurted out a little too quickly. “I uh- I’m not here to see Steve, why would I be here to see Steve?”

“Um… because you have for the past few weeks?” Robin laughed, still confused.

“No, I haven't!” you frowned. “W-wait, do you think I’m only going to Family Video just to see Steve?”

“Well, you wouldn’t be the only girl in Hawkins that does” she said, sounding a bit annoyed.

“I don’t come in to see Steve” you said defensively.

“Really? I mean, you don’t have to lie about it” she laughed. “Sometimes you come in like three times a day” she pointed out.

“You count how many times I come in?” you asked, feeling your heart flutter.

“I uh- I d-don’t” she stuttered, but you noticed a hint of blush on her cheeks.

“Robin, I don’t…” you sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t come into Family Video that much” you laughed. “I m-mean, I do! B-but um- it’s not to see Steve” you insisted.

“Really?” she asked, still not believing you. “So, I’m supposed to think that you just like movies that much?”

“I could?” you tried. “Okay, n-no. Nobody does” you admitted. “B-but I did come in t-to see someone-”

“Eddie?”

“What no! Gross, he’s like my brother!”

“Well, they are the only two that have been working with me whenever you come in-!”

“Exactly! Who’s the third person?!”

“There is no third person it’s just them and…” you saw her face change when she finally realized it. “M-me” she finished. “Is it me? You’re coming in to s-see m-me?” she asked, still not wanting to believe it. You nodded, looking away, feeling the ounce of confidence you had leaving your body. “B-but you never even talk to me!”

“Yes, I do!” you argued. “I talked to you today when I rented the Dr. Chicago movie!”

“It’s Zhivago” she laughed adorably.

“That’s what I said” you insisted. “L-look, I’m sorry, I know I haven’t talked to you that much. I just… I was trying to get the courage to talk to you. S-so I asked Steve what some of your favorite movies were so I could talk to you about them, but I always got too nervous because you always looked too pretty, and then Steve convinced me that I finally asked you today he will ask Eddie so-”

“Wait, Steve is asking Eddie out? Finally? My nightmare of them eye-fucking each other is finally over?” she smiled. “Wait? Did you say I was pretty? And what do you mean you had to finally ask me-?”

You took a deep breath and left out a frustrated grunt that Robin actually found cute. “I have been trying to ask you out” you muttered, looking away from her.

“Y-you what?”

“You don’t have to say anything. And if you hate me I completely get it, I just- Steve said… I don’t know! I thought-”

“I don’t hate you” she said, making you look back at her. “I thought… I thought you liked Steve” she shrugged.

“I don’t” you smiled, nervously. “N-not that way. Not the way that I like you. Um, I mean, I l-like you a lot. Like more than a friend. Like, um, I would like to ask you out on a date b-but I totally get it if you don’t-”

“I’d like to go on a date with you” Robin said, smiling and getting closer to you.

“Y-you would?” you asked, letting out a sigh of relief.

“Yeah, I would. I really would” she smiled. “Um, for what is worth” she said, stepping even closer. “I d-did count the times you came in” she said sheepishly.

“You did?” you asked smiling as she nodded. “Are you going to kiss me? Are we about to kiss-?” Robin simply leaned in, cupping your cheek with her hand and bringing your lips to hers.

You felt like you were floating on air until you were rudely interrupted.

“Hey, ladies!” the two of you jumped apart and looked back at Eddie at the entrance of Family Video with a big smile on his face. “Double-date with me and Harrington! This Friday!”

“Eddie, get back in here!” you saw Steve pulling him back inside.

“We’re not… really going on a double date with them, are we?”

“No. No, we’re not” you assured her. "No double date!"

“Good” she smiled at you before kissing you once more. 

"And no double VHS!"

"What?!"

The End

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A/N: Hope you liked it! btw I'm also working on the other request and hope to have it up soon! also, I know Sirius was supposed to be next but I am too stuck with that story! I hope to have it up soon too!

[worldfullofash]

Robin Buckley would love your first language. She loves to hear your accent. She loves the way the words sound. And she loves staring at you while you speak.

We all know that she likes to learn languages. Imagine she learns a few phrases in your mother tongue as her way of flirting with you. She will practice for hours. Robin is obviously a nervous wreck when talking to pretty girls. But now she'll be less nervous because she's focusing on saying the words right! Even if she makes a few mistakes, it's the effort that counts. And if you flirt back? A rosy color spreads across her cheeks and she feels like the luckiest girl in the world

[lily-fics-11]

The Cynic and The Sweetheart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you sorry?” You question.

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

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

“What if you’re not?” She suggests. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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