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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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hello!

can we please do black!reader feeling insecure and robin by fingering her in front of a mirror👀

thank you🤍

*aggrivating middle school teacher who everyone hates voice* i dunno, CAN we???

YES. YES, WE CAN.

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

(Robin Buckley x Black!Reader)

warnings: insecurity, fluff, smut (fingering) and lesbian stuff. very gay.

a/n: this reader is black as stated above, while there aren't a ton of descriptors (read it over and was surprised at that considering i was imagining me while writing it lol) but the implications are very much so there and i just have to make it known. this was very therapeutic for me, Robin deserves a canon black gf ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ tagging also as robin x reader for my black babes who don't bother even using the black!reader tag since there aint much out there for us ♡

It had been a very trying season for you.VERY.

Band season, anyways.

See, nothing sucked more than seeing your girlfriend with her ex-fling and unfortunately, you had to deal with it a lot, making sure to always show up to Robin’s competitions and events (though those were kind of mandatory since you were also a high school student). And because life hates you, Robin was always placed like right fucking next to Vickie.

You knew about their past, had been forced to witness their—albeit brief—relationship until they both got tired of dating their personality clone and determined they’d be better off as friends. A couple weeks later, a lonely Robin finally opened her eyes and realized you were right there the whole time and it didn’t take long until you began seeing each other.

That short period of time was kind of the problem. Halfway through your friendship with Robin, you’d realized you were in love with her. You hadn’t known how to feel since you were coming to the realization you were gay, then she came out to you and you suddenly felt ecstatic about your secret. Mostly.

It was annoying when she began to pay attention to Tammy Thompson but you didn’t get a vibe from her so it didn’t kill you.

When Steve Harrington started sniffing around her, you weren’t all that bothered, knowing she’d never return his feelings. Then you came out to her.

You were kind of hoping you’d go right to the confessions of love, kisses and happily ever after but that hadn’t happened. It had been disappointingly realistic; she’d told you she was glad you trusted her and that was that.

Then V ickie was suddenly in Robin’s gravitational pull. She had a boyfriend her entire high school career then of course the moment Robin started liking her, suddenly he wasn’t in the picture anymore. It hurt to see her slowly take your spot in her life. Suddenly, sleepovers with Robin weren’t as frequent and then stopped altogether as she did them with Vickie instead—and it killed you to imagine what they were doing at those sleepovers. She stopped spending time with you, too. It was so noticeable, people would stop and ask you about why you weren’t with her or why she wasn’t around and you just had to awkwardly shrug it off.

When they broke up, she of course came back to you and like some stupid pathetic teenager, you acted like you had no dignity and welcomed her back with open arms, as if she hadn’t abandoned you for some pretty Molly Ringwald lookalike. Two weeks later, she invited you to the fair and kissed you at the top of the Ferris Wheel. And despite feeling very much so like the second choice, you had kissed her back.

Flash forward to the school pep rally and you were constantly looking over your shoulder, at the area of the stands the band was occupying, where your girlfriend was being chatted up by the pretty redhead. You knew they were still on friendly terms and you wouldn’t tell Robin but it bothered you.

It bothered you so bad, your eyes would always get a little shiny due to how stupidly butt hurt seeing them together made you, all because they looked good.

They looked like they went with each other. Sure, people wouldn’t look at the two girls and think they were a couple since that would go against, like, the homo sapiens agenda or something, but to those who were like you, it would be immediately apparent they made a pretty couple.

No one would think that about the two of you. Because you didn’t look like Vickie. Or like Robin.

You got so in your head about it, you started to feel sick. You’d informed the teacher whose class you’d come to the pep rally with you weren’t feeling well and quickly slipped off to the nurse’s office.

You hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Since she was just a high school nurse, she’d told you to lay down on one of the uncomfortable gurney-thingies until you felt better. You’d closed the curtain to your area and cried there for a good hour before she eventually called your parents to pick you up, only disturbing you to gently inform you on when they had arrived and were waiting for you at the front office. You huffed out a sigh and got up, grabbing your backpack, you yanked the curtain open.

You inhaled sharply when you immediately locked eyes with your girlfriend sitting on one of the chairs lining the wall. Suddenly, you were very conscious of the black mascara trails under your eyes and cheeks.

You made sure the nurse was in her personal office and out of hearing range before asking, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sick,” she grinned sheepishly, obviously not sick as she waved a note she’d received from her teacher. “I saw you leave the gym earlier and I got worried. As soon as we got back to class and I got out of that stank band uniform, I decided I was sick, which I mean isn’t totally untrue since I’m worried sick about you and I needed to make sure you were okay.”

You felt your face get hot, “Well, I’m okay.” Liar.

Robin pursed her lips, not believing you for one second.

“Are you sure?” Because it didn’t look like it, it was obvious to her you’d been crying and the fact you were attempting to play it off made her more concerned. You always told her when there was something wrong, always talked to her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Was just . . . It’s nothing.” You didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. You’d done this to yourself, anyways.

She glanced around to make sure you two were still alone before she got up from the chair, leaning in to whisper, “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

Robin even had the metaphorical balls to reach out and cup your cheek, thumb swiping along your cheek and smearing the mascara trail. Daring, considering neither of you were publicly out since the Midwest wasn’t so kind about it. Showing affection in public places was a dangerous move but Robin needed to touch you, comfort you.

You sniffled and caved, “I just—I saw you and Vickie together and you just looked. . .”

You trailed off as the stupid tears began to form on your waterline again, “You looked like you go together, like you belong together.”

Robin frowned, displeased with what you were subjecting yourself to. She had no more romantic interest in Vickie, it was purely platonic. Truth be told, she didn’t really like interacting with her all that much, it was kind of awkward since Vickie would just start word-vomiting. Before, it was endearing to her but after their relationship had ended, the word-vomiting wasn’t out of nerves, it was due to awkwardness. Neither one of them was sure how to continue on being friends since they hadn’t been friends in the first place so it was just terribly awkward and usually one-sided conversation.

“Well we don’t. I belong with you.” It was surprisingly firm, something you were unused to hearing come from Robin unless she was annoyed.

It looked like she was going to say more but the nurse popped her head out of her office and you both sprang apart.

“Dear, you’re still here? I thought you’d left to go home already.”

“I’m on my way out,” You promised, heart beating wildly at having almost been caught. It seemed to satisfy her, she disappeared again, leaving you and Robin to trade that was close looks.

“Can I come over tonight?” Robin blurted out, hands twitching at her side, wanting nothing more than to hold your face again.

You nodded, pulling the straps of your backpack on.

She looked relieved and almost leaned in, no doubt to give you a kiss, before she caught herself. “Okay, I’ll see you soon?”

“Yeah,” you whispered out before scurrying out of the room.

You’d told your parents your illness was just some bad cramps, so they had no problem letting Robin come over. It meant they didn’t have to deal with your mood swings since you weren’t notoriously friendly during that time of the month.

Later that night, when Robin walked into your room, the first thing she did was lock your bedroom door.

“Alright, you beautiful human being.” She awkwardly tried kicking her converse off and cursed under her breath when she couldn’t because of how tightly they were laced. After she aggressively pulled at the laces, she yanked them off her feet and fell back on your bed, leaning back on her arm. She parted her legs and tapped the space on your blankets between them. “C’mere.”

You immediately crawled over, ready to straddle her but she tutted, manhandling you until your back was to her chest and you were staring at your reflections in the mirror attached to your dresser.

“There we go,” She chirped, arms wrapping under your bust as her chin settled over your shoulder. “See, I don’t ever want to invalidate your feelings because I love you, but it’s mind boggling to me that you would think Vickie and I look good together when we so obviously look like soulmates.”

You frowned at her reflection, “We do?”

“Oh, we do. You and I look so good together. Of course, mostly because you’re so freaking pretty,” She didn’t break eye contact as she pressed a kiss to your neck. Her lips didn’t leave the area, “And it kills me that you can’t seem to see that.”

That does it.

You burst out laughing, nose scrunching and body shaking as you let your weight collapse back into her. Robin rolled her eyes, unwinding her arms from around you so she could lean back on her hands to wait for you to calm down.

“I’m sorry!�� You croaked out, still laughing like a hyena. In your fit, you ended up falling of the bed, back to your carpet as joy filled every cavern of your chest.

Her lips pursed comically, obviously trying to hold back her own smile. She knew what had been the cause of your case of the cackles, Robin could be bossy and she was hot, you thought she was so hot, but.

But. But. But.

She could not be intentionally sexy. On accident? Sure. On purpose??? Not so much. And you didn’t mean the way she dressed, which was hot too. She just couldn’t be very dominating. It was cute when she tried, because you knew she was trying so very hard to not be awkward.

“I’ll wait,” The way she said it, like a substitute teacher who couldn’t wrangle their class was intentional, she even sat up and clasped her hands in her lap.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized once more, sitting up as your laughter turned to giggles. Once those were under control and you were smiling like an idiot, you knee-waddled back over to her. Robin made sure to keep you at bay with her hands outstretched to block access to her lap. “C’mon, tell me all about it!”

“No, you lost that privilege.” There was no sincerity to it, her pretty mauve lips were curled into a teasing smile. “Go laugh some more.”

“Please?” You asked, eyelashes batting up at her. She was a sucker for your eyes—and really looking forward to sex—so she caved immediately, though you didn’t climb back onto your spot, choosing to tackle her to the bed and pin her hands to the bed instead as the both of you laughed.

You were about to trail your hands lower, towards her armpits where you knew she was the most ticklish when your brain registered she wasn’t not laughing anymore. You blinked down at her, taking in the shift of the atmosphere.

Robin was staring up at you, blue eyes full of adoration, reverence, her lips parted a little almost like they were frozen around a soft gasp. She was looking at you like she couldn’t believe you existed, let alone existed as her girlfriend.

She’d had her fair share of crushes, dream girls, likes-at-first-sights. Had one prior relationship, one that made her long for the formers just because of how much work she hadn’t known went into relationships.

Vickie was nice, sweet and a little too much like her. It was annoying, she’d begun to think Vickie was annoying and that was when she realized how unfair she was being. Ever see those tv shows where the best friends are so in sync, they’re talking in unison? Constantly saying the same thing at the same time? Yeah, there was a reason why they were just friends. It’s cute the first couple of times, creepy and agitating the rest.

She’d felt like such a failure when they called it quits, though. Robin finally had one of the dream girls interested and it didn’t work out. It felt real shitty. She vowed to go easier on Steve, if he felt like that all the time, he deserved a break from her antagonizing.

Then you happened. Well, you were always there, swooping in when Barb had abandoned her in favor of being friends with Nancy—okay, that was a little mean, Robin could have easily interacted with both, she was just in her ‘I’m not like those girls’ phase, which you put up with—didn’t even seem to mind when she started hanging out a little more with Steve than she did with you (you did, just hurt in silence), always answered your phone when she needed you, like you had some sort of Robin Senses.

Yeah, you were always there. Hadn’t even been doing anything when she came to the realization. You’d been laughing at some memory Jonathan and Will had been telling, your hyena cackle echoing in Nancy’s basement and Robin had the most tit-clutching thought about how much she loved your laugh, how much she loved you.

And she knew she had a chance with you—or at least fit the demographic you wanted to appeal to—so she hadn’t hesitated, not willing to waste a single second. She’d been stupid in love and somehow gayer ever since.

“I do, though.” She rasped out into the tension filled air between the two of you.

“Huh?” Came your very in-sexy reply.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” your hold on her loosened as she rose from the bed and you found yourself once more perched in her lap as she whispered your name, “You’re . . . Everything.”

The emotion she conveyed behind it had slick pooling in the heat between your thighs.

You didn’t protest when she maneuvered you back into position, staring at her reflection in the mirror.

“Eyes on you,” She commanded and your gaze darted to the side, to stare into your own eyes. Your breath hitched as she undid the buckles to your overalls and you lifted your hips to help her push them down your thighs, body temperature rising the moment they hit the floor.

“Pretty,” She commented as she hooked a finger into the side of your yellow panties and you winced, wishing you’d gone with one of the few sexy pairs you had instead of just a cotton pair. They weren’t as easy to get off, you’d thoroughly soaked the center so they stuck to your labia. When she’d managed to pull them away, down the meat of your thighs, a thick, clear string of your slick refused to part with them, Robin had to run her fingers through it to sever the connection and her whimper did nothing to help with your waterpark down there.

“Okay—Jesus—I know I’m not really great at sounding super sexy with my words, but babe, thatwassofuckinghotohmygod.” She hadn’t even pulled your panties completely off yet, they remained just above your knees since she couldn’t be bothered to do anything but rub your excitement between her fingers.

Oh. Your mouth dropped open, as you watched her suck her digits into her mouth, eyes fluttering closed as she hummed around them before pulling them back out, tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth to savor the taste of you.

“And you taste so fucking good, too. It’s not fair.” She whined before she went straight to business, ring and middle finger reaching down to nudge at your clit and when you inhaled sharply, she began teasing it, rubbing little circles into the sensitive patch of nerves.

Your head dropped back onto her shoulder as you whimpered.

“Uh-uh, eyes on the mirror, babe.” Her ministrations slowed, forcing you to raise your head and stare at your disheveled reflection. Your forehead was beginning to shine, sweat already beginning to break through your skin.

The moan that came out of you when her fingers dipped low, past your clit to rub at your hole was near pornographic and Robin had to quickly slap her free hand over your mouth, refusing to stop the descent of her fingers but unwilling to have your parents ruin it.

“Shh, baby, you have to be quiet,” She whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss to the skin behind it.

“I can’t,” you whined against her palm, smothering another one of those moans against her palm when her middle finger slipped easily inside of you followed shortly by her ring finger. She was ruthless, plunging, curling and dragging them against your walls, “‘s so good!”

It wasn’t long before the sound was apparent, a delicious squelch every time her nimble fingers plunged in and out, never fully leaving the warmth of your cunt.

“Almost there,” she sighed out, breath hot against your neck. Robin licked her lips, brows furrowed as she reached a little deeper, fighting off a proud smirk when she heard you keen, chest heaving—and yeah, she kind of regretted not taking your shirt off so she could stare at your tits but another time—as she finally found that spongy spot inside of you, finger pads pressing insistently at it.

Just like magic, you melted; body going lax as you relaxed completely into her embrace. Robin loved to get you like this, you always became so pliant when she found your g-spot, like a ragdoll Robin could have her way with. It also meant she was finger fucking you so good you legitimately couldn’t form words, could barely make a sound, forced to pant out huh-huh-huhs as she bullied your pussy, thumb coming in to the mix to play with your clit and resume those tight circles from earlier.

“There we go,” she let out a breathless laugh and your head lulled to the side, body puddy in her hands and thighs quaking over hers. “You gonna come for me? Squeezing my fingers awful tight.”

You were about to try to tell her to shut up, or maybe beg for her not to stop when your eyes locked on the mirror again, gaze taking in your sweaty face once more before glancing at Robin’s reflection. She wasn’t staring back at you, no, her gaze was locked on the reflection of what her hands were doing between your thighs. That area of the mirror ended up attracting your attention, too.

It was completely obscene, you could see your slick coating your inner thighs, your mound and her fingers every time she pulled them out, pale skin and pink knuckles glittering with your wetness, a contrast to the dark shade of your legs surrounding them. Even her thumb was coated, pressing it into your clit as she massaged it. A beautiful mess, while it was clearly your body and you could simply look down to see her taking you so thoroughly apart, it was somehow more vulnerable to see it happening to your reflection, to the pretty, sweaty girl sat on your girlfriend’s lap.

You really were beautiful.

You choked on a moan, eyes squeezing shut as your orgasm hit you hard and Robin cursed under her breath as you pulsed around her fingers, squeezing, squeezing, squeezing.

She didn’t relent even as she felt you get wetter, rubbing furiously at your clit to prolong it for you, didn’t stop until you whined and reached a hand down to yank hers out of you when it became too much.

Robin pressed a smattering of kisses to your hairline as you heaved, then turned her head to the side as she sucked your spend off your fingers like honey, making sure they were coated in her spit and she hadn’t let any of it go to waste.

You watched her reflection, took in how pleased she looked with herself before those pretty blue eyes were on you again, winking at you through the mirror.

“Told you we look good together.”

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iridescentmauve · 2 years

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imagine robin buckley as your gf.

note: no this is not proofread go away if you're gonna point out my spelling mistakes. MEN DNI | requests: OPEN.

gf!robin who loves it when you steal her clothes and vice versa. seeing you in her jean coats always gets her flustered!

gf!robin who wants to show you off 24/7 to her friends :))

gf!robin who brags about how she has the best, prettiest and most amazing girlfriend ever to steven ( also points out how he's bitchless )

gf!robin who can't maintain eye contact with you without squealing and looking away <33

gf!robin who gets super flustered whenever you compliment her hands and can't help but imagine your cute puffy lips wrapped around her fingers :(

gf!robin who makes out with you during her breaks in the back closet of family video because she just misses your lips so much.

gf!robin who listens to madonna & the beatles with you all the time.

gf!robin who always wants you in her arms.

gf!robin who is used to spooning you, but wouldn't mind being spooned every now and then.

gf!robin who sets up the cheesiest dates with stuff she gets from the dollar store, but you love them anyway <3

gf!robin who favors giving you pleasure over receiving it.

gf!robin who would spend her entire lifetime in between your legs, lapping at your pretty little pussy until your clit gets all red and puffy. 💗

gf!robin who loves overstimulating you and edging you to double your pleasure.

gf!robin who loves it when you make a mess all over her pretty face <3333 whenever you do, she'll be begging for you to do it again and again and again until you're nothing but putty on her tongue.

gf!robin who loves it when you sit on her face and suffocate her with your pretty pussy, fingers holding her hips down on her face, sure to leave bruises later on 😖

gf!robin who takes her time sliding her long fingers into your pussy, savoring how your walls clamp down around her digits.

gf!robin who will either finger you slow and sensual or fast and rough. either way, she'll have you creaming on her fingers in no time 💗

gf!robin who will spend hours with her strap deep inside of you, rubbing fast circles onto your greedy clit until you cum.

gf!robin who loves it when you eat her out after she fucks you good and hard, your tongue lapping at her sticky folds is the best thing ❤️❤️

gf!robin who's aftercare is the absolute best out of anyone.

gf!robin who gently cleans you up after sex, puts your pajamas on for you and spends the rest of day or night spooning you while you sleep.

gf robin buckley my beloved <33333

stranger things taglist.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x black reader #robin buckley x black!reader #robin buckley smut #x black reader #x black!reader #mdni #minors do not interact #minors don't interact #minors don't look

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vicontheinternet · 2 years

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me looking for x sinclair reader/oc fanfic like

#eddie munson x black!reader #robin buckley x black!reader #jonathan byers x black!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #x black!reader #black!reader #black reader #sinclair!reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #if you have/know of one link it in the comments it doesn't matter if its on wattpad ao3 or tumblr

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ppixienous · 2 years

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i fr fr can’t put it into words over how excited i get when i find black writers that write about black women with my fave lil yt boys. knowing that i’m not the only black girl crushing on this man (wtv man im in the mood for lmao) makes me so giddy.

like babe,, i don’t want to read “hearing him say those sweet-nothings turned my milky-tone skin into a deep red as i easily ran my fingers through my hair.” NO MAAM

i’m down for them learning how to do our hair and taking care of it, getting skincare products that works for us and is meant for us, the “his pale hand rested against my deep-brown thigh” line. baby i LIVE for that shit 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

#to all the niggas that write on this app - i love y’all omg💞💞💞#i had to get this off my chest #ੈ✩‧₊˚♡ . . . talktime wit tati #eddie munson x black!reader #steve harrington x black!reader #jack harlow x black!reader #vinnie hacker x black!reader #robin buckley x black!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader

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lanacoquettegirl · 2 years

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“He runs his hands through her silky blonde hair”

Stares In black

#eddie munson x black!reader #black reader #stranger things x black!reader #black oc #robin buckley x black!reader

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vneuns · 2 years

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CAMERA DUMP.

📷 modern!Robin Buckley

[ main masterlist, robin buckley masterlist ]

wanna to see more of these? check out my 🎞 camera dump tag!

#🎞 camera dump #fluff #modern!robin buckley #modern!stranger things #stranger thing season 4 #stranger things smut #stranger things ff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x black!reader #stranger things x poc!reader #robin buckley x poc!reader #robin buckley x black!reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley ff #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction

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fastlikealambo · 7 months

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I’m autumn girlie, I’m a lonely bisexual, here is a sneak peek at something I’m working on, hope it doesn’t suck.

It’s the Great Pumpkin, Robin Buckley || Robin Buckley x Black!Fem Reader Sneak Peek

Summary:Over the course of a three day fall festival, Robin Buckley attempts to ask out the most beautiful girl in Hawkins.

Day One: The Corn Maze Incident.

“You could try this new invention, Robin, it’s called talking.” Steve grumbled, more or less shoving their paper tickets at the maze attendant. Robin pretended not to hear him in favor of yearning for you, the pretty girl in the corduroy skirt not six feet ahead of them, so close Robin could put her hand in the back pocket of that corduroy skirt if she wanted to.

Robin wanted to, so, so, badly.

“Town pariah Steve, town goddamn pariah. So I think I’ll yearn from afar until college and or until I die, whichever comes first.” Robin retorted, watching you disappear into the maze, an excited smile on your face, making those brown dimples sparkle in the afternoon autumn sun.

“She rented Desert Hearts, she’s totally got one foot in the fox den.”

“What does that even mean, Steve?”

“Foxes, lady foxes, Buckley.”

“I don’t think that means what you think it means, Steve.”

Somehow in the middle of her yearnathon, Robin lost Steve in the maze, which was fun for about five minutes but the autumn sun started feeling a little like a summer sun and Robin was starting to regret the sweater she was wearing and longed for the cotton t-shirt beneath.

A quick look around the quiet corn was enough confirmation for Robin to do a quick change, vanishing into the sweater to pull it off.

Sudden quiet laughter and the feeling of a breeze around her boobs confirmed to Robin’s horror that she had grabbed both articles of clothing instead of one.

Robin had no chance to give into the looming embarrassment when two warm hands rushed up against her stomach, pulling the shirt down to free Robin from her sweater prison. If Robin’s cheeks were aflame, then she was a fucking supernova when she got a look at her rescuer.

You.

You with your big brown eyes and soft brown skin and full lips were two inches from Robin’s face. You were looking at her lips, she was looking at yours and in this corn maze, Robin was going to do it, any minute now, she was going to ask you to get cider sometime.

Any minute now.

“Are you okay, Robin?” You asked, a concerned smile on your face as you picked a piece of hay out of her hair, not so subtly wanting another excuse to touch her.

Here goes nothing.

For a girl who’s mouth moved faster than the speed of sound, the words become toffee in Robin’s mouth, sticky and slow, too slow.

Robin gave a tiny nod instead and you couldn’t help but pout just a little, wanting to hear that roaring fire of a voice.

Your friends grabbed you by the hand, leading you fast and far away from heavenly faced trumpet extraordinaire Robin Buckley with an awkward wave goodbye, a wave Robin for some reason only known to God herself, decided to return with a salute.

She saluted you.

“There you are, where did you go?” Steve asked, bursting through a nearby patch of corn, eyebrow raised at his friend who had become the world’s first lesbian scarecrow, just standing there frozen in autumnal gay panic.

“She said my name, Steve.”

That was it.

Come candy apple or cider donut, Robin Buckley was going to ask you out if it was the last thing she did.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin Buckley x black!reader #robin Buckley x you #robin buckley x female reader

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porchlightfairy · 2 years

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When pinkies touch

robin buckley x black!reader

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

Although you and Robin were a couple nobody outside of yourselves knew about it. It had to be that way. For both your guys’ safety, it was for the best that nobody knew that you two were together. And to prevent people from finding out you could not be physically affectionate in public. No kissing, no hand holding, no hugging. Nothing to imply that there were romantic feelings involved.

But you loved Robin too much to keep your hands off of her. And she was the same. So to make up for the loss of touch you have come up with a secret code. It was the simple touch of your pinkies. You would use it for all kinds of situations when you guys wanted to touch in very public areas. On the school bus and you guys are sitting next to each other, your pinkies would rest on top of each other for the entire ride. In science class, she would pass by your table and tap your finger with hers like a quick peck on the cheek.

During lunch, your pinkies would be locked together under the table away from prying eyes. It was always a risk but with your pinkies locked it felt safer than being alone.

Sometimes, if Robin was having a bad day she would tap on your finger in morse code to rescue her. Or in English class, while the teacher is talking she will kiss her pinky and you would do the same. That’s when you missed each other.

And at school dances, you would sit together during the slow songs. You would just hold each other's fingers in the darkness. You wished you could pull her onto the dance with her like everyone else. But because of where you were existing in rural Hawkins, Indiana it would raise too many alarm bells.

So the quiet moments are what you’ll accept. Whether it be in the movies or eating dinner at a restaurant Your pinkies just graze each other while you walk side by side. With Robin, these moments meant the most. No matter where you were, when pinkies touch it was a sign you were together and you loved each other.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x black!reader #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley headcannon #when pinkies touch

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notyetjae · 2 years

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Robin x black!reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: starts a little angsty, just a drabble, 600+ words, half proof-read

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Not enough black!reader and robin ff's I'm here to change that 🤝🤝

"When I look at you, I can't speak," Silence fell, she met your eyes and you could see her fiddling with her ring out of the corner of your eye, her breathing shallow

'An- and I don't know whether it's h-how nice you are– or your hair and please don't get me started on your smile" She chuckled, the way she stumbled over her own words made you swoon. Her smile dropped, Robin doesn't know you, the real you she doesn't know what makes you tick but god she would risk it all to learn.

"But you're not, you know." Her gaze met the floor, Robin didn't even realize she'd been tapping her foot against the floor like a playful dog. The chair creaked as she stood, mumbling an 'I'm sorry' she sighed loudly and began speed walking back to the counter.

She stopped, the sleeve of her plaid jacket being pulled back, stopping her just before she tugged the door open, "Stay, please" your voice gentle and quiet, she spun around, Jaw slack and eyes wide, desperately trying to form words or a thought even.

Her eyes fluttered, any attempt to hold back tears was useless, she whimpered before pulling you to her chest, a warm embrace, an ode to unrequited admiration. She cradled the back of your head, her other hand tightly gripping your sweater, she sobbed loudly. Not once had she had the chance to be so close to someone like this, she watched from afar, imagining a peaceful, domestic life, a world free of fear or judgement of others. Of course Steve knew but he didn't understand he would listen to Robin vent for hours, they'd exchange love concerns but at the end of the day Steve wouldn't be shunned for his love.

"Rob?" You mumbled into her vest, "Y- yeah?" She quickly pulled back, her hand cupping your face, you felt your face heat up as she nervously chuckled, "Do you wanna be.." You paused, peering through the crack in the storage-room door, Robin listened intently, her freckled face smothered in anticipation, "girlfriends?" You whispered, quiet as a mouse as if Steve was right outside the door, The brunette let out a soft gasp and frantically nodded her head, pulling you in for a hug once more, this time her arms wrapped around your neck, leaving you to grab her waist.

"You're choking me Rob" You stuttered out, "Oh my god!" She pulled away and studied your face while mumbling some 'are you okay?' and 'I'm sorry' 's.

"I just got a girlfriend and I already almost killed her!" She laughed, easing some inner tension. You noticed Robin's mascara had run from crying, you reached a hand up carefully swiping away any tears or mascara stains, she grabbed your wrist before you had the chance to pull it back, planting a kiss on your inner wrist, if you weren't blushing before you definitely were now.

"Robin! There's like six people out here, let's go!" Steve's voice cut through your happily ever after, robin tripped over her own feet, as Steve clapped on the other side of the door, nearly taking you down with her. She reached for the door handle but paused, turning back to you, that award winning smile plastered on her face as she winked, tugging the door open and bolting past Steve. You stood in the closet dumbfounded, Harrington eyed you up and down, glancing back at robin who was now ringing the line of people up, and then you again, "Who the hell are you?" You picked your jaw off the floor and grabbed your bag while you were down there, rushing past him the same as your girlfriend.

#stranger things x reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x black!reader #robin x reader #stranger things x black!reader #stranger things drabble #༉‧₊˚✧ Jaelynn drabbles

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asvterias · 2 years

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𝖸𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾!𝖱𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖡𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗌

Tags: @homopheli @clarkegriffinslever @janeswhore

A/N: so I have a similar imagine in the making so look out for that one.

Robin would be an impulsive and overprotective yandere

With you being the head cheerleader and her being a band member, you would often see her after school

The lingering looks that you would receive from her during school or when you have cheer practice would surprisingly give you butterflies

Yes, yes. Robin knows that being queer in the 80’s was basically signing a death warrant

She would never put you that much danger. Why?? Because you are her sweetheart

Tries to talk to you more like she’s just getting to know

In reality, she already knows everything about you; your biological information, your schedule, your enemies and friends and your likes/dislikes

Luckily, you don’t degrade her and actually interact with her

So meeting up with her became more regular

There was this one time after school that your ex thought that he’d be funny and slap your ass

Right. In. Front. Of. Robin.

Oh, the fury that Robin felt was out of this world

Instead she remained calm and waited till nightfall to actually do something about that boy

When the next morning came, the daily news talks about a local boy ending up dead

Obviously you came to Robin for comfort and she embraced you

Then you start to notice how a lot of your enemies and ‘friends’ began to disappear as well

And who did you go for comfort and reassurance?? Robin mf Buckley.

At first it was getting weird and Robin was somehow encouraging you to spend the night at her house more often

The Buckley girl got into your head making you dependent on only her and persuaded you to move in with her

She also said that she was the only person that will ever protect and love you

You were barley allowed to leave the house unless Robin deems it necessary

❝The world is a very dangerous place, sweetheart.❞

If you were a good girl for an entire week, she would treat you to a restaurant or to the movies

Let’s say if you happen to escape her, she would murder your entire family within the second

So you became a good girl and always listened to Robin’s instructions in fear of your family’s safety

Somehow when Robin was getting rid of a body, she got the timing wrong and you accidentally saw her

❝Are you the reason why the bad people around me are disappearing?❞

❝I- I didn’t want you to find out about it this way.❞

❝Find out about it this way?!! You’re mental Buckley, you need help. ❞

Her face would falter so quickly that you had to bite back a gulp

❝Can’t you see, [name]. I did it for us! I did it for you!❞

Ever since that incident, you became unresponsive to the brunette

❝Darling, please eat.❞ Her voice would be hoarse and you almost gave in

And if you don’t listen, she will forcefully feed the sandwich to you

Which makes a cry escape your throat and Robin would feel so guilty

So she would run her hands through your hair and soothe you, with your permission or not

That was all it took for you to break down in her arms and her heart broke at your loud sobs knowing that she was the reason of it

❝Look, I’m sorry m-maybe tomorrow, we’ll go to the lake. Yeah, you’ve been cooped up too long, it’s not healthy for a beauty like you.❞

Would lightly grasp on her forearm when she was about to pull away from the hug

This manages to make her cheeks bright red and she thought maybe you would be getting along

You would give her a little nod and she cracks a small smile before leaving you in your personal hell

Then your mind will remember her words

❝No one will ever love you the way I do.❞

❝You’re crazy robin!❞

❝Only crazy for you [name].❞

There was truly no escape for you anymore, I mean who could you trust?

The worst part was that you started to fall for her before she became a total psycho

#꒰ 𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗌 📌 ꒱#stranger things 3 #stranger 3 yandere headcannons #stranger things yandere #stranger things headcanons #robin buckley #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x black!reader #robin buckley x fem!black!reader #robin buckley headcanons #yandere!robin buckley

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queenimmadolla · 2 years

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do we like the idea of robin buckley x one grade below, bratty cheerleader!reader who’s just trying way too fucking hard to fit in and pretend she doesn’t fantasize about kissing pop singer Tiffany every waking moment and even when she’s not awake? very cracky bc it’s coming of age.

reader is all half up high ponytails, mtv, braces and eager grins that show off her metal mouth despite most of the school and the entire cheer squad hating her for being a try hard. couldn’t be more different from robin. hell, they don’t even run in the same social circle until her big sister starts dating steve harrington. suddenly, she’s stuck fourth-wheeling with a girl who doesn’t know she exists, who she doesn’t even care about and who is definitely NOT Tiffany. Still can’t help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her though. bonus: she’s gotta tell her bestie Gareth that it’s never gonna happen between them at least once a day, poor guy.

anyways, sound any good? or should i just leave it in the drafts to collect dust? definitely would be black coded (i’ll try and keep descriptions to a minimum tho) because for that SPLIT FUCKING SECOND that i thought Robin was gonna have a black love interest at the end of ST4, i kinda felt seen so i wanna go ahead and fix that for the rest of the gay people who look like me.

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x black!reader #robin buckley x reader fluff #robin buckley x reader angst #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x cheerleader!reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things volume 1 #stranger things volume 2 #maya hawke #stranger things fanction

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robinbuckleysgfreall · 2 years

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It’s always been you

Robin Buckley x BlackSinclair!reader

My first mini fic! Kinda long. Not proof read at all 😭😭. Enjoy I guess :))

There they were sat in a movie theatre as if moment before they were just about to die in a secret Russian underground base. Y/N glanced next to her at her best friend Robin. Her gorgeous honey coloured hair still as beautiful as ever despite it being tousled from their escape. Y/N smiled sleepily to herself the drugs still not quite worn off yet.

Robins hand layed lazily on the arm rest and Y/N resisted the urge to reach out and clasp it in her grasp. Despite their almost 5 year long friendship there was still so much Y/N hadn’t told Robin about. Like the fact that she still slept cuddled up with the stuffed teddy Robin got her for her 13th birthday or the fact that she wished it was Robin who she was actually cuddled with.

Y/N didn’t know when the feelings for her best friend had started but they started non the less and they didn’t seem to be leaving. And after spending 12 hrs in a life or death situation in a underground Russian base, let’s just say those feelings were bubbling at the surface and the drugs weren’t helping. There was only one person whom Y/N had confided in: Steve Harrington. Having fought the Demagorgan and the Demidogs together just a few hrs before their friendship had started. Being Lucas’s older sister sure ended her up in a fair few “end of the world” situations.

Feeling thirsty, Steve stood up beckoning the others to follow and they did, Robin grabbing Y/Ns hand as they escaped the theatre. Y/N felt goosebumps jump on her bronze skin as they fingers made contact with Robin’s.

The trio took it in turns at the water fountain, Steve being the biggest fountain hog, as they debated the movie they had just partially watched.

“I’m pretty sure that guy was trying to bang his mom” Steve said mouth still on the fountain sloppily spraying water everywhere.

“That’s so gross straight people are weird” Y/N giggled before dramatically clamping her hands to her mouth drunkenly. Steve stared at her with wide eyes and Y/N couldn’t quite read the look on Robin’s face. “Anyways why is it called back the the future it should be back to the past?” She continued as a distraction from her slip up.

“Because he’s travelled to the past and now he needs to go BACK to the future which is his present!” Robin explained before pushing Steve out the way for her turn at the water fountain. Steve stumbled and Y/N held him up with an arm around him to stop him tumbling. Leaning into her Steve whisper-giggled

“Your so gay.” And Y/N laughed. Her eyes found their way to where Robin stood at the fountain and watched as her best friends plump pink lips enveloped the water in her mouth some of it dripping down her chin slightly. Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away.

“Your staring.” Steve whispered again

“It’s not my fault she’s so HOT!” Y/N whispered, shouting at but at the last word.

Robin looked up at the two who stood their basically hugging as they whispered back and forth into each other’s ear. Her stomach turned unpleasantly as she watched Steve brush a braid out of Y/Ns face to continue whispering to her. after finishing her drink she wandered over to the other two, still miffed, and stared up at the ceiling at whatever they were now looking at.

“Robiiiiinn” Y/N slurred resting herself against her friends shoulder “i feel dizzy catch meee” Y/N dramatically flipped a hand onto her forehead falling back against her best friend. Despite catching her, Robin retorted,

“why don’t you have Mr fancy hair dingus catch you instead”

Y/N looked shocked at her friends sudden outburst but something inside her twisted. Years she had spent pining over this girl and she still couldn’t open her eyes and see that Y/N liked her? She really thought that Y/N had a crush on Steve Harrington of all people?

Y/N snapped “I don’t WNAT Steve to catch me I want YOU! And if you would open your STUPID GORGOUS EYES for just one second you would see that!” Y/N huffed. Robin stood there shocked not expecting her friend to match her energy or her feelings.

She began to open her mouth when suddenly a feeling of sickness rushed through all of them and they raced as fast as they could to the nearest bathroom. Robin and Y/N flopped on the floor in one stool emptying their last meal, and all the drugs into the toilet as Steve did the same in the cubicle next to them.

After a few minutes breather Robin looked up at her friend both of them feeling a lot more sober. Thoughts circulated robins head. Did Y/N really mean what she said? Was it just the drugs talking? Shifting closer to her friend Robin placed a shaky hand on her friends knee and looked down at her. “I- I’m sorry for getting mad at you.” She spoke quietly worried that Y/N might not even have memory of what had just taken place.

Y/N smiled softly back at Robin still feeling far too sick to say anything. Not because of the drugs but because Robin wanted to talk about what had just happened, she was going to tell Y/N that she didn’t feel the same and that they were never going to be friend aga-

“About what you said back there, if you meant it. I really” Robin took a breathe. “Ireallylikeyoutoo andimsorry ithoughtyoulikedsteveand-“ Robin was suddenly cut off when Y/Ns lips crashed into hers shocking her slightly before she returned the kiss. Y/N pulled away for a second to say “Robin, It’s always been you.” Before diving back into the kiss, tears flooding her eyes at the feeling of robins soft lips against hers Kissing her back tenderly. They stayed like that for what Y/N and Robin both secretly wished was forever before Robin pulled away wiping the tears from her friends face and asking

“why are you crying aren’t you happy?” Robin looked nervous as she pulled her lip between her teeth anxiously.

“No- i am happy it’s just. I’ve been in love with you for 4 years and i never imagined you would ever tell me you like me back. Especially not here covered in puke in a bathroom after escaping Russian spies”

Robin laughed at Y/Ns attempt at humour in such a time as this a pulled her best friend, now lover, closer to her and held her tight.

The two sat there for a while basking in each others embrace. Suddenly they felt an extra pair of arms wrap around them and they snapped open from their trance looking up to see the tear stained face of Steve Harrington.

“That was just so beautiful” Steve sobbed pulling the two girls in for a hug. They gave each other a slightly concerned slightly amused look before pulling Steve into their group hug.

“You’d think he would be the last person to cry in this situation. The straight white man!” Y/N jokes and Robin and Steve joined in with her laughter.

#Robin Buckley #stranger things season 4 volume 2 #stranger things imagines #Robin Buckley x reader #robin buckley x black!reader #platonic!steve Harrington x reader #lesbian #wlw #stranger things fics #Robin Buckley fic #Robin Buckley x y/n #fluff

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gay4abby · 1 year

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gf!robin headcanons !!

no y/n. masterlist. warnings, just fluff. pairings, robin buckley x black!reader.

⋆ robin wasn’t the first to make the move. you can tell she was tripped up the first couple of times she got you in a room privately to discuss what’s been rattling her brain ever since you made your presence known in her life.

⋆ “i - i uh need to talk to you about something.” “ok, what’s up?” robin, growing red and close to hyperventilating, “the chemistry project isn’t due until november! do you want to be partners?” it kind of sent you in a twist, but you agreed nonetheless. anything to be near the jittery girl.

⋆ she likes to hold the door for you. you guys could be so focused on the conversation at hand, walking side by side and before you know it the door you’re leading to is already held open by her.

⋆ robin likes making you your favourite tea before bed. whenever you guys have sleepovers, she’ll slightly be in the background watching you flutter through the kitchen making your tea and taking note of every single thing you do.

⋆ her clothes are yours before they’re hers. robin likes thrifting and in most cases she has you in mind whenever she goes. sometimes she’ll see an article of clothing that suits not only her style but yours as well and immediately has the thought “____ would love this”

⋆ robin likes to read you her favourite poems. before dating, robin liked to take note of some of the lines from the poems she would read that reminded her of you. now, it’s all she ever fills your head with. she’s made you a poet expert just as she.

⋆ she likes to write down things that occur to her. sometimes when you guys are apart, she’ll have a thought that she would usually share with you, given you guys are always together, but instead she writes it down for later.

⋆ robin likes being near you. she’ll sometimes suggest for you to come over to her house for the weekend. her parents know of you and never shy away from having you over, even when she’s alone she’ll want you there.

⋆ robin’s love language is physical touch + the occasional activity. as said before she loves being near you and only ever wants your touch to ground her. every second she’s either hugging you, playing with your nails or her pinky is attached to some loop in your clothing she can find. and if there isn’t one, she’ll make one herself.

⋆ you both are polar opposites. when you first met robin, she was calming a screaming you down after witnessing a water bug on your shoulder. you were eating outside for lunch and robin couldn’t take her eyes off you and the water bug. you hate bugs, she loves them. when one attacks, she’s your shield.

⋆ robin likes watching you sleep. she can’t help it? most nights her minds running a mile a minute and you’re already halfway gone into sleep. she doesn’t wanna disturb you so she keeps her thoughts and instead talks to herself about how pretty you look when the moonlight is shining through your window and illuminating your buttery brown skin.

⋆ she made up code signs for when you need each other. robin thought of the idea of non verbal communication between you 2. she wanted to be able to signal you out in a crowded room without drawing too much attention. no one notices robins stimming so her bringing her hand to her nose to give it a little boop always goes unnoticed.

⋆ she likes making you flustered. her fluency in 3 other languages have given her the opportunity to make you swoon and be at her feet in no time. “je veux une bisou” “i don’t know what you said but sure! anything you want” she laughs at your cluelessness but proceeds to kiss you anyway.

⋆ robin likes to feed you first before eating. any food she has with her she’ll make sure you get a bite whether you ask for it or not. robin’ll have food whenever you’re around because she knows just how much of a bottomless pit you are. she likes giving you food no matter the situation.

⋆ robin likes learning new things from you. robin knows her lense and yours will never align, she knew it from the start. but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to understand. once she came to stay over at your place while your parents were away at a weekend function with some old college friends. you were still asleep and she decided to be a dutiful girlfriend and make you breakfast, yet all the things that should be in the rightful containers were nowhere to be found.

⋆ “hey…babe why is there no butter in here and what is this oily red stuff in replacement of it…?”

⋆ “oh my god robbie, don’t put that in your mouth!”

⋆ “oh my god, oh my god it burns???”

⋆ she is absolutely enthralled by your haircare routine. you explained to her that it takes about 3-4 hours during wash day and she sat with a bewildered expression on her freckly face, telling you it only took her 5 minutes to wash her hair then blow dry was another 10 and by that time her arms felt like jelly. she couldn’t imagine you being in that pain for 4 hours and opted to help you on those days to lessen the work.

⋆ robin likes collecting things. she’s a healthy hoarder at best. keeping things that could be important for use in the future. yes, even that loose button from a sweater she threw away years ago. there’s one thing that always occurs when she sorts through her collection and that had to be hair clips. she always thought she would use them but she hated having anything pinching in her hair. when you came into her life with your silk presses and the occasional braids, she knew she had them for a reason. now she keeps them on her at all times especially when your hair gets annoying to you.

⋆ robin loves food. she is by any means your taste tester. as the baker of the family, you tend to have a lot of left overs from parties or long nights where you can’t sleep and need to keep your hands busy. robin loves your baked goods, and is always ready to compliment them as soon as they melt in her mouth.

⋆ robin likes spoiling you. your favourite movie just got to family video? robin already has it reserved. your shop ran out of your favourite ice cream flavour? she is hunting down every store until she can find it just to make you happy. she’ll go above and beyond to make sure you’re cared for, she won’t ever let a thing bother you.

⋆ she’s your protector and you her. robin cannot fight. she knows this very well. when you first meet, you don’t know this and her coming to your rescue when one of your ex friends won’t leave you alone; ends up with her and a black eye. you couldn’t stand the thought of someone laying their hands on her and took matters into yours. none of your ex friends messed with her after that.

⋆ man hating lesbians. dates outside of hawkins and further into the city always resulted in the both of you passionately confessing how much you both hated the male population. you couldn’t hold hands or act like an actual couple in hawkins, but Indianapolis you can however it doesn’t stop the close minded from being close minded. especially horny men who act like they’ve never interacted with a woman before.

⋆ you both are screenwriters. before starcourt mall went up in flames, you and robin would sit in the middle of the court drinking milkshakes she made for you both and make up stories about the passerbys for sport.

⋆ late night, deep conversations always occur for you 2. the subject can be about anything at all, you guys will talk. robin can go on for hours if you let her and she loves hearing what you have to say.

⋆ robin loves your voice. there’s just something about it that is so captivating to her. she never understood anyone who liked hearing the sound of someone’s voice until she met you. it was like something she craved everyday or else her energy will deplete if not given the right dosage.

⋆ robin has to have your face on her at all times. this sounds crazy but hear me out. robin has an obsession with polaroids. if we thought jonathan was a photography fanatic, clearly we haven’t looked at robin. her room is full of pictures she takes from pretty much every where she goes. which is not farther than the city to be honest. but if it’s not of nature she has a photo of, it’s you. she loves capturing you in your most vulnerable moments, like when you’re knitting and she’s just sitting across from you watching you go. or when you’re in the library together studying. she has a polaroid photo of you in her wallet, front and centre.

⋆ she over thinks a lot. she knows you love her and you know she loves you. yet her brain can’t help it when she sees you being nice to one of the basketball balloon heads, who by the way can’t take no for an answer, or when she sees you dotting to chrissy (she’s your best friend, of course but it does hurt to see). you never fail to reassure though and she’s right back to pressing kisses all over your face.

⋆ robin loves you. she loves you whole. she has her favourite things about you that she can talk to about to steve for hours on end until he’s yelling at her to go to bed. she loves when you wake up and smile at her all dopey and sleepy. she loves when you push her hair back from her face when she’s too annoyed to fix it herself. she loves you when you’re talking about a mishap at work that caused you and everyone else to add an extra hour to your shift. she loves you when fold her clothes neatly and place it on your dresser so she can find them in the morning. she loves you when you give her an extra blanket because you know she gets really cold at night. she loves you and hopes to tell the entire world one day.

#robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x black!reader #robin buckley x black!fem!reader #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x you #robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley imagine

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skinnywalker · 2 years

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can we please have some more blk reader x robin headcanons

Robin Buckley x Black Female Reader Headcannons

You have MANY things you have to tell her

"Robin it's called R&B. No, Janet Jackson is related to Michael Jackson. Those are called sisterlocks not dreadlocks"

If you're patient and kind she will eventually understand

If you speak AAVE you better believe no one can disrespect you with her around

The way her girlfriend speaks is beautiful and cultural not broken

She come very close to yell fights over it

She loves your music, as long as you like it she likes it

That comes to movies too. She loves that her girlfriend introduced her too so many new things

Like I said before Robin is the perfect person to vent too

She'll sit with you for hours and hear your angry at your mistreatment

Doesn't matter when, where or at what time

Scared to meet your family

If your family is supportive she'll just be scared of what they will think of her

If they are not she will probably never meet them

"Their lose they'll never meet my amazing girl"

Wait, your skin doesn't burn? HOW?

Like I said, many things to explain

You kept sunblock on you at all times because of her

She could burn from a flashlight

All your little differences bond you closer. Your both in for the long run and happy that way

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x black!reader

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vneuns · 2 years

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DIRTY DANCING.

📼 ❛ robin buckley

⍉ content warnings .ᐟ . . . gay panic

⍉ cher’s sidebar .ᐟ . . . i love robin so much like oh my god I want to marry this woman. anyways I hope you enjoy this lil thingy thingy. and no it has nothing to do with dirty dancing lmao

main masterlist. let’s talk. stranger things masterlist

The bell over the Family Videos door chimed signaling a customer had just walked in. Steve and Robins conversation quiets down as their heads turn to see who had just walked into their workplace.

A smile makes its way onto Steve's face when he spots the top of your head making your way to your favorite section of the congested DVD store.

“Don’t say a single word,” Robin muttered as she turned toward their work computer and began to type in your name so when you came with the same movies you checked out every other week. You wouldn’t have to wait

“I wasn’t gonna say anything,” Steve grumbles, taking a seat on one of the stools near the register, plopping one elbow down on the counter and resting his chin on his hand.

A few minutes of silence went by after Robin came to sit next to him taking out the big binder they used to keep track of inventory; Steve’s eyes wandered upwards catching sight of you peeking over the stands and making very intense eye contact with his co-worker.

When you notice you've been caught staring you immediately duck as if that’d save you from some kind of embarrassment. The red head next to him is blushing scarlet as she tries to busy herself with work.

“Dude why don’t you just go talk to her?”

Before responding Rob looks up making sure you’re nowhere near them. “Because Y/n Y/l/n is captain of the fucking cheerleading team and I’m in our schools band Steven.”

“Hey now. First name was not necessary whatsoever.”

After picking up ‘Sixteen Candles’, and ‘The Breakfast Club’ you made you way over to the register but this time the two workers notice you had an extra movie.

Robin scans the first two and takes the third looking over it.

Dirty Dancing.

“Oh Y/n, dirty dancing? What trouble are you getting into this weekend?” Steve questioned with an eyebrow raised a toothpick in his mouth.

“Well hopefully I have a date..”

The short-haired girl scans the movie stacking it with the others a slight look of disappointment on her face as she slides your checked out movies towards you.

You watch as she makes no move to make eye contact with you and just types in the extra movie you had checked out.

“With who?”

Your eyes move from Robin to Steve then back to Robin. You tilt your head down just a bit trying to catch her eyes as she looks down intently at the beige mechanical keyboard connected to the computer.

Inquisitively Robin's eyes connect with yours as you give her a small smile before speaking up. “Well hopefully with you.” Your voice is low and shaky indicating you were very nervous.

“You want to go out with me?”

“Robin I don’t come in here to check out the exact same movies every week, I’ve just been working up the courage to ask you out.”

“Really?”

“Of course,”

“Okay, but why me? You’re captain of the cheerleading team, you should be dating the captain of the football or basketball team.” She states, confused but happy nonetheless.

“So since I'm captain of the cheer team I have to be straight?”

“No no no that’s not at all—“

When a wide grin forms on your face and Steve begins to chuckle Robin sighs in relief and embarrassment as she runs her hands down her face.

“I’m just messing with you, but hey look I’ve gotta run. This Saturday, my house dinner, and a movie?”

“I'd love to.” You took your movies off the counter bidding your goodbyes to the workers and the second the door closed Steve slowly turned towards his best friend ready to make a slick remark before she stopped him.

“Don’t even Harrington.”

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