spray painted trophy case - r.b

spray painted trophy case.

Pairings: Robin Buckley x GN!Reader
Warnings: Strong Language, Breaking and Entering, Vandalism, Canon level Violence
Author's Note: maya hawke,,, that is all

Summary: Fuck your ex, lets get them back. (can be read platonically or romantically)

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She'd promised you she wouldn't do anything drastic, claiming that the reason you were dragged into the passenger seat of the car was to go to the shops for snacks, and then her work for a film. 'All in the name of post-breakup self car' she said. But, Robin's dad's rickety old volkswagen had passed your destination 5 minutes ago.

Young and naive, you assumed that she was simply heading to a different store. Not once did you think that she was driving to your -now ex- partner's street. It was a surprise when she pulled up to the curb. Tires bumping the concrete slightly as the car came to a halt.

"let's go," she said, opening the trunk and retrieving a few cans of spray paint.

Robin quickly ran up the driveway and jumped over the fence. Ducking as she did so to avoid the possibility of being caught. In actuality it made her long limbs much more apparent than they would have been, had she just walked normally. The girl tumbled into the backyard, standing patiently waiting for you to follow suit. An annoyed expression popped over the top of the wood slats. "I said i'm fine Rob" You insisted.

"They cheated on you Y/N? It's a dick move!" Robin exclaimed, freezing when she saw the light from a bedroom window turn off. Panting heavily, even through her lungs were full of breath. It were as if she was pretending to be in a movie.

In one quick movement, she began scaling the tree that led outside the window, muttering to herself about how you should be treated better. How she could treat you better.

You followed her reluctantly, you'd climbed this tree many times, trying to sneak into the house, but never once with Robin. How does she make it look so easy, jesus christ?

"This is so stupid" you whined, gripping onto the window ledge as you slid through the window. You were careful to keep quiet, despite the loud music that played from a casette player on the desk.

"and yet, you're still here" Robin replied, shaking the can of red, and surveying the room. Clearly looking for something in specific. They were there for one thing, the talent show trophy from the 10th grade that Robin had tried so hard to win, but didn't. She'd lost out to your ex, and whatever the fuck it was that they did to win it. It was their most prized possession, and your best friend was going to ruin it.

She wanted to write obscene words on the walls, and completely trash the place, nobody was allowed to treat her girl like that. But, instead, she coated the gleaming silver metal with an even coat of crimson paint. You had already left the building by the time he was done, crawling to the bottom of the tree, and keeping a lookout. She joined you soon after.

"What did you do?" you warned, helping her down. She just shrugged, a smirk on her face.

"you're welcome,"

Her cheeky comment urged you to let go of your grasp on her calf, sending her tumbling face-first to the ground. How she got in that position? you didn't know. But it was funny, and you had to suppress a giggle.

"you broke my nose!" she squealed, applying pressure.

"Stop overreacting," you joked, moving her hand to reveal the tiniest of scratches, "thank you though,"

"Anytime," she smiled, dusting herself off, "you don't deserve that"

Robin reached for your hand, the pair of you returning to the car. You could see the light from the bedroom window as you sped away. Hearing a bloodcurdling scream.

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