Robin Buckley x Fem Reader One-Shots (SMUT)

But, she's a cheerleader

Summary: you're the next head cheerleader, the most popular girl in school, you could spend your summer doing anything but for some reason you keep coming and flirting with Robin. You can't be into her...can you? 

WC: 1k+

Robin's crush starts when you walk into scoops ahoy and know her name.

When you come in without the usual gaggle of cheerleaders and jocks you hang out with, she almost doesn't recognise you. You're smiling at her and it's then that she realises you don't smile often because if you did she would have been crushing on you sooner. In fact, the only time she ever recalls seeing you smile is the fake one you plaster on during your cheer routines.

You're explaining that you recognise her from band and that she "plays the trumpet right?"

Her mind whirls a million miles an hour because you, the next head cheerleader and most sought-after girl in the school noticed her. She feels like a giant loser because that means you've seen her in her stupid hat and ugly uniform.

But you're awkwardly miming playing the trumpet with one hand, the other busy holding an ice cream with an obnoxious number of toppings (Steve had given you it for a kiss on the cheek).

Your miming is so dorky and endearing, a complete contrast to your icy queen bee persona. It makes her stomach swirl with little butterflies, beating their wings over and over.

You're leaving all too soon for Robin and Steve, both daydreaming dating scenarios about you and continue to for the rest of their joint shift.

The next time you come in you're complimenting her lipstick, leaning over the counter and getting in real close because "I swear I used to have this one, but maybe not it looks nicer on you"

The time after that you're telling her you love her rings and start playing with them, twisting them up and down her fingers, asking her where she got each one and humming at her explanations.

Every time Robin stumbles over a word or stutters over a sentence you lean in real close and you ask her to repeat it, close enough that she feels your breath against her cheek.

She tries, unsuccessfully, not to overthink it all. You constantly flirt with Steve, kissing his cheek every time he hands over a free cone. She saw you flirt with the jocks at school. It's just how you are she reasons, because in what world could you be flirting with her and mean it?

She debates it every night before going to bed, thinking about your fake cheer smiles and the rare genuine ones she gets to cherish.

The quirk of your lips when you want to smile but won't let yourself.

The soft smile you give her every time she compliments you back.

The grin when you giggle after successfully flustering her.

Every smile you gift her feels like a treasure she wants to lock away.

Then she thinks about your short cheer skirts and her baggy slacks, your tight crop tops and her collared skirts. You just don't match.

The next day at work you come in and this time the whole cheer squad is with you. You linger at the back of the crowd, as she stutters through an exchange with Heather she can't help but notice your furrowed brows.

You don't get ice cream, you don't even greet her and you're the first out the door, leaving as Robins's hand brushes against Heather's as she hands back her change, dropping it over the counter in the process.

She doesn't see you again for an entire week and when she does it's clear you had been avoiding her. Your mood is sour when you come into the store, ringing the bell over and over. "Steve!" You yell in frustration, eyes widening in surprise when Robin darts out of the back instead.

She tells you she's covering for Steve, stuttering a little because she forgot how pretty you were. You don't ask her to repeat herself like you always do, and you don't compliment her new ring, the ring she definitely didn't pick because she thought you would like it.

You only order plain vanilla, not even asking for toppings. The whole interaction is over too quickly and clouded with tension. She isn't sure what happened, what she had done to make you go so cold.

Shes at a party when she finds out.

You're stoned in the back yard and Robin is a little tipsy. She didn't mean to find you, she goes to leave but you grip her wrist.

"Do you like Heather more than me?"

"What?" Robin sits up from the chair she had fallen into. "I, of course not-"

"Do you think she's pretty?"

"No, I mean yes, she is, like obviously, she's pretty, but i mean-"

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

Robin's breath catches in her throat. You take it as a bad sign, eyes going glassy and she fumbles to hold your hand. She isn't sure what makes her do it but she kisses your knuckles and then brushes them softly with her thumb. "I don't think you're pretty-" The whimper you let out makes her heart shatter, but she has to tell you the truth, " I think you're beautiful"

Your bottom lip wobbles and a couple of tears spill down your cheeks. Robin wishes she could wipe them away, but she knows there is a limit to how close two, even intoxicated, girls can get without raising suspicions.

"Really?"

Robin nods her head enthusiastically and you take a big steadying breath. "Would you, would you like to hang out sometime maybe?"

"Like....like a..."

"Like a date" You confirm, once glassy eyes now filled with determination.

Robin nods until she goes dizzy. For once no matter how hard she tries no words will come out. She'll never forget the smile you gave her. It wasn't the quirk of a lip let slip, it wasn't a small soft smile and it wasn't the fake cheer smile you wore until your cheeks hurt.

It was a real, genuine smile and it was aimed at her.

Robin had been sad summer was ending, but now she couldn't wait for autumn to come so she could spend it falling in love with you.