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chaseadrian · 2 years

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the fear is just an excuse

—day 3. hands // [kinktober masterlist]

Feelings bubble to the surface after a horror movie marathon with Robin, hands linked as you fail to fall asleep. You can pretend you're just scared, but you both know there's more to it than that.

pairing. robin buckley/f!reader wc. 1.3k tags. 18+ ONLY, best friends to lovers, first kiss, guided fingering, hand fixation, making out, teasing, taking it slow (relatively,) fluff

You couldn’t get your eyes off her hands. Couldn’t get your hands off them either. Every time you started rolling her rings over her knuckles, Robin barely gave you a sideways glance. You could recall the lines of her palms by memory, little tally marks of the life she’d lived, some creases deeper than others.

For a long while you thought this was something akin to twiddling your thumbs. Stimulation and closeness with your best friend, an extension of you just as much as you were an extension of her. If anyone had something to say, well, you were just keeping yourself busy, and playing with her hands was something to do.

Nevermind the way you held her hand during scary movies, the way she slipped her fingers around your bicep in that tense moment before the sting of music and drop of a knife. Over time this felt like branding, the closer you got to realizing your feelings, the longer her touch lingered on your skin.

Months pass like this before you both dive fully off the deep end.

The bedside lamp is still on, both of you holding onto some childhood fear of the dark, your coat rack turning into a violent intruder, every creak of your old house a step closer to your end. You spent the last several hours watching every B horror film you could get your hands on, underground copies hidden in the back of the video store, and movie theater rips of whatever was out now. The fear is at least justified tonight.

Your shoulder rests against hers in bed, a queen bed that gives you no excuse to be so close, except you were scared.

This is the excuse you use when you reach for her hand, the excuse she uses when she tangles her legs with yours, the excuse you both use when you turn to face each other, centimeters separating you.

It was scary. It was dark. What else could you do but curl into each other for protection?

Silently, you run her knuckles over your lips, the dim orange glow of the lamp shining off her freckled skin. She watches as you close your mouth around her thumb, a little shiver combing down her body and into yours. You can feel goosebumps on her legs, and she watches with intent while you drag your tongue down the length of her thumb.

She runs her slick thumb over your lips, tugging at the corner, tilting her forehead against yours, just shy of a kiss before she stops.

“I—is this a good idea?” She asks, a crack in her voice.

You nod, opening her palm to press a kiss against the sweaty skin, “It has to be, right?”

She stares at you, blinking several times before leaning the rest of the way in. Her hand flattens against the side of your face as she holds you in place, her lips shaking at the start. No matter the hesitance, this kiss lights you both up, almost magnetizing your bodies together. She slips an arm under your neck, you wrap yours around her torso.

The movements are slow as you progress, cotton pajamas folding between you, the hem of your shorts riding up as you slide a leg over her. She falls deeper and deeper into the kiss, her thumb prodding at the corner of your mouth, and as she breaks away to catch her breath, you suckle at the tip.

“Robin?” You ask, grabbing her hand to press kisses along each fingertip.

“Hm?” She says, her eyes fixed on your mouth.

“Do you, um,” You swallow hard, and focus on kissing her palm while you talk, nerves rattling your body, “Can I show you something? I promise if you don’t like it, we can stop and just go to sleep and forget this ever happened, okay?”

The arm under your neck comes up to your hair, petting the back of your head. Robin flicks her eyes down your blanketed silhouette and nods.

With the same caution and speed as every touch preceding this one, you guide Robin’s hand down your body, over your breasts, and the curve of your waist, stopping at the hemline of your shorts. Her breath catches, lips parting and eyes fluttering closed as you slip your hands under the waistband. You pause once more while staring at her, and, with her eyes still closed, she nods again.

Your hand cups over hers as she cups over you, and you feel the warm wash of slick just with the promise of her fingers against you. You slide her hand up, pushing her middle finger between your lips, the fingertip grazing over your clit. Just that touch is overwhelming, and you lean further into her, open mouths brushing together before you fall back into deep kisses.

Robin follows with your guidance, letting you control the way she touches you, her shivering hand growing steadier every time you moan into her mouth. The kisses are sloppy and arrhythmic, her tongue pressing into your mouth, desperation written in her entire body. You feel your lips swelling, certain they’ll be chapped tomorrow morning, all tingling and cold without hers. Her short nails graze up your back before flattening on the center of your spine, squeezing your bodies together best they can without stifling the circulation of your hands between your legs.

She’s breathless and wanting, and when she touches you of her own accord it’s like a crack of lightning on an already burning tree. She slides her fingers inside you, curling them up against your walls, her touches intuitive and confident.

You knot your now free hand into her hair, keeping her kissing you, the pump of her fingers inside you making it near impossible for you to kiss her back. She laughs against your mouth as you start to lose yourself, a pleasant giggle undercut with the rasp in her voice, and you shush her, though the sound is broken and stuttering.

“Wow, that good?” She teases, carrying a softness to her that kicks up butterflies in your stomach.

You weren’t sure you’d ever get her to look at you the way she’s looking at you now. Careful and loving and undercut with desire that manifests in her hands on you, in you. If tonight is the only time this happens, you could live the rest of your life on the memory.

When you close your eyelids, she leans forward and kisses them, her fingers slipping out of you, sliding back up to run over your clit. She needs no direction now, instead guiding you through the orgasm that cascades over you moments later. Your body quakes next to her, and you bury your face into her neck, melting over the feeling of her lips kissing anywhere she can reach. Focusing on your breathing, the orgasm stretches beyond what you’re familiar with, suspended in your chest as you breathe in, plunging into your stomach as you breathe out.

Robin keeps her rhythm even as your peak fades, your body cooling until her touch is just shy of too much. You wrap your fingers around her wrist and usher her back between your chests, holding hands in the tight space as your kisses lengthen, slow and lazy and still out of breath.

You trail a hand down her body, but she shakes her head.

“I think my brain needs to catch up with my body first. Is that okay?” She whispers, kissing your knuckles.

You nod and squeeze her hand, “Of course it is.”

Another kiss.

The room is no longer blanketed with fear, your bodies warm in the golden glow of the lamp, dim as it may be. You brush her hair out of her face, and kiss her cheekbone. Sleep comes easy in each other’s arms.

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley/reader #robin buckley/you #robin buckley smut #my writing #mine #kinktober

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thruheavenandhighwater · 9 months

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All fics are fluff unless noted otherwise. Requests are closed.

Everything 30 Minutes Halloween Party Lost In The Maze Secret Admirer Want You Back Amnesia *angst, no happy ending*

#robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fanfiction #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley/reader #robin buckley/you #robin buckley/female reader

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denim-mixtapes · 1 year

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Congrats with the 1k followers! 🥳 Don’t know if anyone asked yet, but I’d love to ask for Mistletoe with Robin.

Hi buddy, thank you!! <3 <3 She was the one I was most excited to write this prompt for so I got a little carried away! Giggly awkward Robin is my FAVORITE.

Robin's mistletoe kiss, w/c: 1k

Join the Christmas Party!

“What’s with you? You’re acting weird.”

You glare across the drink table at Steve’s comment, but don’t argue. He has a point. You’re not usually like this at parties, distant, hovering around the kitchen and doing little more than sipping your drink and observing. Usually, you’re more social, flitting from room to room and saying hi to all the friends and acquaintances you can find, fueled by the false confidence that cheap beer provides.

But that’s because she isn’t usually at these things.

Robin Buckley. Your neighbor Steve’s best friend and the reason you’ve been avoiding the rest of the party. She just makes you nervous. With her wrinkle-nosed smile and melodious laugh, the way her eyes always managed to find yours during band rehearsal and the cute blush that followed when you caught her looking. She’s stupid. And she’s mentioned before that she hates big parties so you’re not at all used to seeing her in this setting.

“Oh, I get it,” Steve says, hiding a smirk behind the rim of his bright red plastic cup. “You’re avoiding Robin.”

“No!” You say, too fast, too loud.

“You know, you don’t have anything to worry about.” He sighs. He’s a good guy, he doesn’t want to out his best friend, but if he has to keep track of one more awkward lesbian he’s going to lose his mind so he’s trying to move things along for both of your sakes. “She’s not scary. Neither of you are, you just need to–” He throws his hands up in defeat when you cut him off with a fixed stare.

“Fine, I’ll go mingle, but only because Eddie looks miserable all alone over there.”

You pour another drink and kick away from the counter, if only to shut your friend up, and make your way to the living room to chat with Eddie for a bit. From your new spot on the couch, you can feel eyes on the back of your head, the warm, tingling feeling of being watched. Peering over your shoulder, you catch Robin at the window, talking to Nancy Wheeler and suddenly staring very intensely at her shoes as she takes a sip of her wine cooler. Your cheeks heat, but you force yourself to turn back to the conversation at hand. She was probably staring at Eddie, anyway.

Later, when you’ve made your rounds and visited with (almost) everyone, you circle back to the empty kitchen for another drink. The white noise of a successful party is quieter here, but you can still hear the cheek in Steve’s voice when he yells, “I think I left it in the kitchen! Robin, could you look?”

Oh god.

She’s grumbling about his lack of self sufficiency when she crosses the threshold, but as soon as she looks up from her glare at the floor, she brightens.

“Hi,” she breathes, knocking her fists together awkwardly.

You’re just as awkward back, chewing on your lower lip and leaning back against the counter, “hey.”

Maybe it’s the red Christmas lights hanging from the kitchen cabinets casting a rosy glow on her face, but you swear she’s blushing.

“Did Steve leave a record in here?” She asks, looking around the room with a pinch between her brows. “He’s insisting on playing Blue Christmas like, right now.”

“I haven’t seen it, sorry,” you laugh nervously, then gesturing to the array of bottles on the table, “but maybe a drink will help you avoid him longer? I've been told I make a mean cocktail.” You’re not sure where that came from, but the bright smile that breaks out on her face is worth it.

She rounds the table and nods, ready to accept your offer, but before she can speak Steve’s voice rings out from the doorway.

“I think maybe I left it on the, uh, ceiling.” He says, which prompts both of you to shoot him a confused look. Behind him, Nancy is rolling her eyes but still watching expectantly. “Try looking…up.”

Despite his lame attempt, you fall for it, and glance upwards to see that in your time mingling, he’s haphazardly hung a sprig of mistletoe from the ceiling fan. The hitch in Robin’s breath is audible, but you’re no better.

“Steve this is–” you protest, but get cut off.

“It’s the law of Christmas!” Robin blurts, a little too loud and with the hint of a shake in her voice. She clears her throat and tries to force an air of nonchalance, “you know, you can’t… you can’t leave unless you kiss, right? Like the mistletoe traps you, or something?”

Your heart slams in your chest, fingers twitching where your hands dangle loose at your sides. “Y-yeah, okay.” Quickly, you dart your gaze to Steve in the doorway, suddenly hyper aware of your audience, but he just shoots you two thumbs up and he and Nancy dart away (thankfully). When you turn back to Robin, she’s minutely closer, stepping toward you expectantly but still buzzing with nervous energy. Your cheeks hurt from the force of your smile when you mumble, “c’mere, then.”

Neither of you know what to do with your hands. It’s supposed to be quick, a peck to appease Steve the Christmas Gods or whatever, but as soon as your lips touch it’s all over. All the denial and every claim that Robin couldn’t be into you because she must be straight go out the window.

It’s like static between you. A fizzle and a pop! against your skin where your lips meet, warmth flooding your cheeks, and you’re drawn to her. A small squeak of surprise escapes her throat and has you smiling into the kiss, unable to resist touching her now. You bring your hands to her cheeks, holding on for dear life as if she were going to disappear if you didn’t, and much to your delight, hers wind around your waist to keep you in place.

You both giggle as you pull away, chapped lips sticking together slightly, and you rest your forehead on hers.

“I knew that idiot was up to something,” she sighs, shaking her head, jostling yours where your foreheads connect and forcing another laugh from you.

“I’m glad he was.”

“Mmh,” she hums her confirmation and hugs tighter around your middle. “Me too.”

#1k celebration blurb #robin drabble #robin buckley/reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley/you #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert

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jadewritesficshere · 10 months

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Vanilla

Robin Buckley x female!reader

Had to write a small blurb for my best girl for Pride 💕

Contents: fear of homophobia (brief), no use of y/n. This is just pure fluff really

Robin smiled as you laughed at the joke she had said. She was worried you would think it was stupid or not funny or that you wouldn't get it and then she'd have to explain it snd then-

Her anxiety made her overthink often. Especially when it came to you. Robin didn't want to seem like a loser to you, like she has at school. Or just a band geek. You were so smart in her eyes, even if you claimed you weren't. She wanted to impress you. While she loved learning languages, it released a new fervor in her when you had told her it was "so cool" and smiled at her. You were learning sign language from her, something Steve and her had started learning after he had started to go deaf. Robin loved teaching you and having an excuse to touch your hands, molding them into the correct shape.

"Robs? Where'd ya go?" Your voice breaks her out of her thoughts. She turns her head on her pillow to look at you. Laying on your side, hair unkempt from your usual style. The smile on your lips. Robin turned onto her side, facing you. A piece of hair fell into her eyes, blocking her view of you. She went to move it and-

You push the hair behind her ear, hand trailing lightly down her jaw before retreating back towards the middle of the bed. The scent of vanilla from your wrist filled her nostrils. She hated that smell, only because of how it made her think of you. The thought of how sweet you smelled...how sweet you must taste. Her face flushing making you giggle slightly. "You're as red as a strawberry, Robs."

Robin opened her mouth but no sound came out. Your brows wrinkle as you take her in. Usually, Robin would be rambling by now. You loved listening to her talk, oblivious to the fact she was rambling to distract herself from thoughts of you.

But not this time. This time, Robin couldn't help but think of you. How much she wanted to hold you close. How much she wanted to kiss you. How she would gladly show you off if it wasn't small-town Indiana in the 80s. Robin wasn't even sure how you would react. She would rather suffer in silence being in love with you then have you walk away from being her friend.

"Robs?"

Robin smiled softly at you, trying to shake the forlorn feeling that had descended on her. She gently rests her hand on top of yours. "Do you ever think...of things you know you can't have?" She asks quietly. "What do you mean?" Robin looks up into your eyes. Your eyes conveying curiosity, but also warmth and safety. She clears her throat,"Like...someone you can't have?" You blink at her and hum," like a celebrity or someone famous?" "I mean yeah but like someone...closer? Someone you want to be around all the time. Who's beautiful."

You frown slightly," oh. You have a crush on someone?" Robin feels the warmth in her cheeks rising again, knowing she's gone red. "Who do you like?" You ask quietly. Robin bites her lip and you lightly kick her," Why can't you have him?" "Because it isnt a him...its...you." Your eyes widen in shock and you pull back.

Robin's stomach sinks and she clenches her eyes shut. Your hand moves out from under hers. She can feel her eyes start to water. She shouldn't have said anything, she should have stayed quiet.

Robin feels her hand get flipped over before a palm touches her. Fingers intertwine. "You like me too?"

Robin's eyes snap open and she gasps. The hopeful look on your face makes her heart pick up speed. "Yes! You like me too?" A laugh escapes her lungs as she squeezes your hand lightly. Your smile spreads across your face as you squeeze her hand back," Yes!" "Holy shit!"

You both laugh and smile at each other before she shuffles closer to you. Her eyes dart to your lips. Your hand tentatively returns to her jaw, thumb grazing her cheekbone. Robin thinks her heart is going to jump out of her chest. The butterflies that had been fluttering their wings in her stomach are now flying around wildly. Robin leans in, inhaling slightly.

The scent of vanilla floods her senses. The feeling of lips touching hers. A quick soft kiss, leaving her yearning for more. A gasp that escapes you as she kisses you firmer. Mouths moving together. Tongues darting out. Hands still intertwined between the two of you. The feeling of your hand on her jaw moving back into her hair, pulling her closer. Robin's free hand grasping your hip, pulling you closer. The unmistakable sound of lips smacking, gasps, and moans fills her ears. When you two part, you both are breathless.

She isnt sure how long you two had kissed, a few minutes or a few hours could have passed. But this moment in time is one she will never forget. You, smiling sweetly with swollen lips. Hands still intertwined. Giggling. Warmth spread within Robin's stomach. The scent of vanilla enveloping you.. She loved the scent of vanilla. The scent of home.

#Oh to lay in bed next to your loved one and kiss them silly #Oh to hold hands and confess your love #Robin's gonna go into work and dunk on Steve being unable to get a girlfriend and be like WELL I CAN BITCH #Steve's gonna be snarky but congratulate her...later takes you out and threatens you that you better not break her heart #You aren't sure if you are jealous your girlfriend has a ride or die that isnt you or mad that he thinks you would hurt her #You become friends after which Robin is eternally grateful to the universe both of her soul mates one romantic one platonic get along #Robin Buckley #Robin Buckley x reader #Robin Buckley x female!reader #Robin Buckley x you #Robin Buckley x y/n #Robin Buckley/reader #Robin Buckley/female!reader #Robin Buckley/you #Jade is Talking

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imfinereallyy · 8 months

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

#do I love angst? yes. but also need to be happy in my delulu world for five seconds #sometimes you need domestic fluff to soothe the burn #fan fiction #ao3 #hurt/comfort #steddie #stranger things #lumax #byler #ronance #steve harrington #Eddie Munson #archive of our own #wattpad #robin buckley #steve x eddie #happy endings

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lazylittledragon · 6 days

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mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

(1)(2)(3)(4) (5)

#stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #cw pregnancy #sorry to rob you of the meet cute but steve's got a lot going on. sometimes he needs a tinder date #someone said on my first mombin 'steddies will insert eddie into everything' kshjsdjsdjs #yes i will. i would be betraying myself if i didn't #ALSO #there is a teeny little plothole/inconsistency somewhere in this #it's like. easily explainable #i want to see if anyone else notices it #it's not that the car is backwards btw let's say that was just a crazy u turn

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steviesbicrisis · 6 months

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To me it’s the fact that Steve assumed Robin had a license but still woke up 3 hours before his work shift to drive her to school everyday.

That is not a plot hole everybody, that is just the kind of person Steve Harrington is.

#you dont understand #what a great friend Steve is #this is the main reason why I don’t want his story to revolve again around Nancy #it’s him and Robin and they have the greatest friendship in the show #these two mf will get married and live together and it’s going to be 10000% platonic #if you look up platonic soulmates in the dictionary SBAM just pictures of Stobin #Im done bye #steve harrington #platonic stobin #robin buckley #stranger things

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toktopus-art · 7 months

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haunted house time

#it's a meme redraw #stranger things #stranger things fanart #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #don't let eddie fool you he is internally screaming and crying

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mardyart · 2 years

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actual deleted footage of stranger things season 4 trust me guys

#all the interactions that i wish happened #im very delusional ye s thank you #steddie #ronance #jonathan byers #argyle #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #erica sinclair #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #stranger things season four #stranger things #stranger things fanart #art #fanart

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kaleidoskuls · 2 years

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Dustin: are any of you straight ?

Robin:

Nancy:

Jonathan:

Argyle:

Steve:

Eddie:

Lucas:

El:

Max:

Will:

Mike: *raises hand slowly*

Will: *grabs Mike's hand, interlocks their fingers and brings it back down*

OR

Mike: *raises hand slowly*

Will: *walks in* hey, everyone

Mike: *lowers hand slowly*

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morganbritton132 · 1 month

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I want a fic where Robin is adopted.

The only parents she has ever known are her own and the only time being adopted has ever bothered her was when Amanda St. James made fun of her for it in the third grade. But Robin told her that at least her parents wanted her and were not just stuck with her like Amanda’s parents, “And maybe that’s why your Mom and Dad are so unhappy all the time.”

She got in trouble for making Amanda cry and went back to never thinking about her birthparents. She had no interest in knowing anything about them and it stayed like that until she turned sixteen.

On her sixteenth birthday, her mom gave her a letter written to her by her birthmother. Robin doesn’t read it immediately, but eventually gives in to her own curiosity. She reads it over twice before her mind snags on a sentence, ‘I wanted to give you and your brother a better life…’ … you and your brother…. You and your brother…. You and-

“I have a brother.”

This eats at Robin, especially after her dad’s call to the adoption agency goes nowhere. It eats at her so much that she finally gives in – Fred Benson swears up and down that Nancy Wheeler is the best investigator on the school paper – and asks for help.

Nancy says yes and is maybe a little too invested in finding the truth, but honestly, Robin is having fun and she wants to find her apparent twin. She wants to know about his life. Settle the whole nurture over nature thing.

They hit a lot of walls, a lot of dead ends. They break a few rules and maybe commit a felony. They enlist Jonathan Byers to help and even Eddie Munson at one point because he knows how to pick locks, and it’s all for nothing.

One day when they have everything they’ve found spread out across the Wheeler’s dining room table, Steve comes over to pick up Dustin. He looks down at the whole mess and points at her birth certificate like, “Hey, we were born on the same day.”

#Steve and Robin’s birthday is close to the cutoff for starting pre-k where you can either enroll them or wait for another year #so Steve is one of the youngest in his grade and Robin is one of the oldest in hers #I had every intention of writing this fic but I couldn’t come up with enough ideas for the investigation so I’m posting it here #incase someone else wants to take it and run with it #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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'' i can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? '' with robin pls?

oh this is so perfect for her :')

robin buckley/f!reader 1k+ words

You were tired of hearing about Vickie. It wasn't that you didn't support Robin and her endeavors with the first crush in her life that seemed to be working out, it was just...maybe you wanted her affections instead. You were lying on the floor of Robin's bedroom at a ninety degree angle, legs straight up against the wall, staring at her sparkly popcorn ceiling while she went on.

"—it's not that I don't want to kiss her, I do, but we get coffee and I get all worked up in my head thinking about how great it'll be. And it is great, but not great in the way that it probably should feel? She's so pretty, and she doesn't look at me like I'm a weirdo when I can't stop talking, but I can't tell if we're friends or if she wants me to kiss her like we were in her room and it felt like I was supposed to but it also felt like she was positioning herself away from me so I couldn't get close enough."

She was laying next to you, and you watched the way her hands flailed in the air as she spoke, "A—and that's another problem, too, is I know her favorite color and the movies she likes and stuff from her childhood but I don't feel like I know her like she still feels like a stranger which maybe is fair because she has just as much to lose as I do if she feels the same way but I wish I could just lean over and kiss her in the coffee shop or at band practice or somewhere other than our bedrooms because there's so much pressure in a bedroom and I don't wanna put that kind of pressure on a first kiss you know? On top of that I don't even know if I'd be good at it like I kissed a boy at summer camp in eighth grade during spin the bottle but it was an eighth grade kiss so it's not like I have much practice."

You watched her with fondness, turning your head to watch her lips continue to spill every little thought that came into her brain, something you were used to over years of friendship. But it seemed different, now, hurried and anxious, her hands would shake when she stilled them for a moment.

Grabbing them midair to steady her, you took her pause as an opportunity to interject, "Robin, Robin, hey, are you like, okay? You seem more...talkative than normal."

She turned to look at you, her lips moving as though she kept trying to speak and couldn't.

You squeezed her hand.

"W—well I mean, you've...kissed girls, right?"

"And boys, yeah."

"Right, yeah, well I just—you're my best friend and you're not scared, somehow, which I...I don't understand but I admire it and it wouldn't have to change anything like we could just be the same way we are now but it would really help me get out of my head but if you don't want to then it's fine we can just pretend I never asked but—"

She trailed off, and you waited in the silence for her to continue. You felt her heartbeat in her wrist with her hand in yours, it was almost as fast as yours.

"Robin?"

"I...it's just...I can't have my first kiss be with some stranger, so could you please practice with me? And okay...okay I know what you're thinking! You're thinking 'Robin, Vickie isn't a stranger, she's your friend! Why are you so nervous!' and you're right but I'm scared and starting to second guess if I should even be kissing Vickie or anyone! I'm starting to think I'll just die alone and unkissed except for a stupid kiss in eight grade from a boy with headgear and onion breath when all I want is to kiss a girl I like and—"

You leaned forward and kissed her, bringing your hands down between your chests. Her eyes went wide at first, but she fell into it just as you did, lips parting tentatively, a soft hum from her throat when you slid your tongue against hers.

If it started as practice, it very quickly spiraled into something else. Robin pushed harder into you, leaning up on her elbow to crowd over you, instinct bringing you closer until she was on your lap.

You stilled her for a moment, trying to ignore how beautiful she looked with her cheeks flushed and lids heavy, "Hey, hey, um...is this—is this still practice or..."

Her gaze flicked around, posture straightening, but she stayed on your lap, "I mean uh, yes but I...not if you don't want it to be. It can be either, o—or whatever you want I'm happy to call it practice or it can just be kissing or I—I don't know, you know more than me so I was just following your lead but no pressure and we can still forget—"

You reached up and ran a finger at the edge of her hairline, stilling her, "Robin stop, stop. I don't want to forget anything, I'm...happy you asked. I've wanted to kiss you for so long. You have no idea."

"Oh! Well," She frowned, "Why didn't you say anything?"

You laughed, "Because you're crazy about Vickie! I'm not gonna get in the way of that."

"But now I want you to." She offered a weak smile, raising her eyebrows and leaning back down to your lips, hovering just above them.

"Are you sure?" You whispered, settling your hands around her waist, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt.

"Am I ever?" Robin laughed, "I just really really want to kiss you again."

"For practice, yeah?" You returned, your laugh cut off by her lips on yours again.

She pressed her body into you, slipping her tongue into your mouth, a hand coming down to your hip to grab at you. There was more certainty in this kiss, her lips guiding you now, soft but firm as she pulled you in deeper. You hummed against her mouth, and she broke away with a smile.

"Nope."

#robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley/reader #robin buckley/you #robin buckley #anonymous #answered*#my writing #mine

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bethsvrse · 2 months

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when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly I’ve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour

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denim-mixtapes · 2 years

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could you do "giving the other a spoonful of the meal they’re cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls." with Robin from the domestic prompts post in your tag? <3

How did you know cooking for people is my love language T.T I love this so much!!

Word Count: 577 Warnings: Language, food mention, big gay, very soft

“Honey, I’m home!” Robin calls from the door to your apartment, sing-songing the phrase and giggling at her own insistence to greet you like a sitcom husband. She drops the act as soon as she crosses the threshold to the kitchen and is hit with the scent of tomato and basil. “Shit, that smells incredible.”

You hum at her praise and lean into her embrace when she walks up behind you at the stove to wrap her arms around your waist. She presses a kiss to your cheek and you lean into it, smiling. “Hope you’re hungry,” you say, turning to catch her lips for a proper kiss. “I don’t know how to divide this sauce recipe. It’ll feed a small army.”

“Mmm, perfect,” she gives you one final squeeze before letting you go to continue cooking and grab herself a drink. “Steve’s always telling me I could eat as much as a small army. Need any help?”

With a laugh at her comment, you shake your head. “It’s okay sweetie, you just got off of work, and I’ve been home all day. I don’t mind!”

Leaning on the counter, she raises one eyebrow, “translation: stay the hell out of my way, right?”

Gasping sharply, you throw a dramatic hand to your chest and break into another giggle. “I would never say such a thing.” You both roll your eyes.

Robin snags a chunk of pepperoni from the cutting board as you pick it up to dump in the sauce, and you jokingly slap at her hand before she pops the piece into her mouth with wide eyes and raised brows. “Sure you wouldn't.” She giggles and perches herself on the counter between the stove and fridge, her favorite place to sit while watching you cook. Near enough to feel close to you, but the tiny section of counter is so small that she doesn’t feel like she’s using up valuable counter space in your tiny kitchen.

She’s told you before that the kitchen was her favorite place to observe you. At the time you cracked some joke about her being a scientist, and you, the thing she was studying, but since then you’ve gotten to know what she meant. You were happy in the kitchen. Always loved cooking, and in the moments when you perfected a recipe or tried something new that worked out in your favor, she was always there to celebrate you and share in your happiness, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek or the crook of your neck and tell you how she couldn’t wait to eat whatever it was you concocted.

She also loved to taste test.

Stirring the pasta sauce until the pepperoni is fully incorporated, you taste it yourself and groan happily at the spicy, acidic taste.

“Come here,” you say, dipping the spoon into the sauce again, making sure to get equal parts tomato, italian sausage, and pepperoni so that she can taste all the elements at once, and blow on it to cool it. Cupping your hand under the spoon to catch drips, you bring the spoon to your girlfriend's lips. You’re granted a very brief look at her eyes lighting up before they squeeze shut in bliss and she groans just as you did.

You set the spoon to the side and flush under her praise. “That good?” “Baby,” she says, cupping your cheeks, “someone needs to call Earl Payroux, because you belong on Gourmet Cooking.”

#robin buckley/reader #robin buckley/you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley reader insert #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things reader insert #female!reader #robin drabble #drabble #fluff

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fairyrona · 2 months

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i am not in the least sorry <3!!

#manifesting their friendship #demo-cows #they're on a farm #ofc i had the gays interact with cows #hope you enjoy the cows as much as robin and will !!!!#will byers #st5 #will byers fanart #robin buckley #robin buckley fanart #will and robin #do they have a name??? like friend ship name #wow friendship #stranger things #byler #<target audience #will byers s5 #robin buckley s5

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slavicviking · 2 months

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let me paint you a picture

Vecna is dead. The Upside Down is gone. A thing of the past, really. Except... it's not, of course it's not. Enough time goes by for things to start settling down. But. There's always a but.

Steve disappears and no one notices. But not because no one cared. It's not the case of Steve the Rich Jock. Of Steve the Friendless. Of Steve with Big House and No Parents.

No one notices because no one remembers him ever existing.

Robin feels like a part of her is missing, like there's an itch she can't quite scratch. Her shifts at the bookstore that she owns seem dull and her eyes keep sliding over to the doors like she's waiting for someone to enter. Her flat feels cold. There's an empty room across the hall.

There's a guy Eddie's kissing in the back alley and it makes him feel nothing at all. There's an S tattoed on his hip. He doesn't remember getting it. He must've been drunk. Or high. He keeps wondering why he stayed so close to Hawkins despite all the trouble it brought him. Must've been Wayne, even though his uncle has more than once declared himself ready to move on.

Dustin mourns an older brother he never had. He stylizes his hair but can't remember where he learnt it from when Suzie asks. The Scoops Troops has always been three people; him, and Erica, and Robin, but no, that doesn't sound right. How would they get past that one guard? And those demodogs in '84? Jonathan? Nancy? They were busy with Will, weren't they?

Nancy hates pools. She can't remember why. There was a party of some sort and Barb...Barb got sucked into the Hell that lives and breathes under Hawkins. But...why would they go to a party in the first place? It makes no sense.

And so on, and so on.

Until, one day, Eddie and Robin stumble upon an abondanoed car in the middle of a forgotten road by the forrest. Keys still inside. And a bat full of nails on the driver's seat.

#steddie #stobin #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #st #i offer you tonight a half-baked idea that's been rattling around my school #it's just an excuse to write the party losing their collective mind while obsessing over a thing they don't remember but know is missing #anyway g'night

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