Robin Buckley x Fem Reader One-Shots (SMUT)

Teenage Dirtbag

Pairing; Robin Buckley x Fem! Reader

Word Count; 3.3K 

Summary; Reader is hopelessly pining for Robin, even though she knows the girl is out of her league and hardly knows who she is...and that she's already dating King Harrington...right?

Warning; Self-doubt and loathing; reader being a useless-sapphic ™; homophobia common of the 80s; unfair stereotypes to 'freaks'; Minor Steddie if you squint; song lyrics mention a gun and ass-kicking; swears; jealousy of Steve (we're pretty mean to him here)/mistaken identity; also, we're tweaking canon because Eddie lives. Fight me.

She radiated beauty and light, and while you hadn't had more than a minute-long conversation with her, you could tell that she was intelligent and that her soul was deep. Robin Buckley was the coolest girl you'd ever laid eyes on. Even in that dorky band uniform with the oversized hat and bobbing feather, chin-strap snugly tucked underneath her beautiful face. Luckily for you, she was out of uniform today and you drank in her long, thin frame, adorned with a striped t-shirt, and a skirt...but most importantly her legs were being caressed by knee-high tube socks. The stark yellow stripe drawing attention to her taut calf muscle as she walked down the hallway, carefree and angelic. Somehow, the buzzing fluorescence of the lights in this shitty hallway took on a heavenly light when they met her skin. You sighed in both admiration and frustration. There she was treading so perfectly and she hardly knew you existed.

Her name is Noelle

I have a dream about her

She rings my bell

I got gym class in half an hour

Oh, how she rocks

In Keds and tube socks

You leaned against your locker, biting your lip in silent longing. You weren't in her league; you weren't sure you were even in the same species. She was somewhere between a nerd and a prep, and you were a certifiable freak. Besides the homosexual tendencies you were harboring that would make you a pariah in this town if you were found out, you generally were clad in black and heavy makeup, looking like a walking The Cure album, a poster-child for loneliness and therapy, surrounding yourself with other freaks, most notably your best friend, Eddie Munson. You were no stranger to being called a 'demon' or having wild accusations thrown your way. No wonder Robin's gaze never turned to you. While you loved your friends and relished your lowkey lifestyle, particularly because it made you feel comfortable with who you really were, you still lamented that that meant you were invisible to the most beautiful, captivating eyes you had ever seen. 

"C'mon, band geeks aren't that far from D&D dorks," Eddie tried to cheer you up, putting an optimistic spin on it, like he always did. You wondered how someone with so much pain and darkness in their life could be so light. He was always smiling and had a way about him that made everyone want to bare their souls to him. He put out beams of trustworthiness and others gravitated toward it. You yourself had been sucked into that unrelenting positivity. He was one of the limited few who really knew you, and one that you had confided in about your sexuality, and eventually your ridiculous crush on Robin.

"It's very different, Eddie," you admonished him. How could he not know how the rest of the school saw you? "They all think we're devil worshipers and shit and she just like, plays the trumpet," you shrugged. "It's totally not the same. Even if they get made fun of, we are not on the same level."

"Maybe they just don't know how dumb and nerdy our club is. Maybe she doesn't know and you should introduce her to the fine world of Dungeons and Dragons," he smirked and you rolled your eyes at him, black lids almost sticking to your brows at the effort.