UH UH UH YOU'RE TAKING PROMTS!!
Can I ask for ""if you think i am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong" from the "I don't deserve you" responses list? Steddie or Buckingham (I acc don't remember if you ship them, it's okay if not), whichever you like the best and feel the more inspired by :)
have a good day love 💕
hallo!! Sorry this took so long—and I do ship them!!! I like Buckingham, Rovickie, and Ronance, because I just need Robin to happy and in love with someone, and I don’t care which girl it is, haha.
anyways, I hope this was okay, because I am very tired right now and have not read it over ♥️
All of the lists for prompts are in my pinned post!
Robin was practically bouncing on her feet as she waited for Chrissy to get out of the car. Her girlfriend was in the passenger seat, now—because she said the mirror on that side was better—trying to fix the strands of hair that were purposefully falling out of her ponytail at the sides of her face.
“You didn’t have to dress up, you know,” Robin said, looking Chrissy over. Her outfit was way more put together than what she normally wore—and that was saying something. She had on a white dress with a skirt that puffed out around her waist and fell to her mid thigh. She had back heels on. They weren’t even going to a fancy restaurant, so Robin herself was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. “We’re just going to see Steve and Eddie.”
Robin felt her face flush as Chrissy turned to her and got out of the car, frowning, her arms crossed over her chest. The bracelets around her wrists jingled and clinked together. “You don’t like it?”
“No, no,” Robin rushed out, holding her hands up slightly, her face now bright red. “I-I do! I do, you look amazing. Hot. Sexy, even, I just—I was just trying to say that you don’t have to dress up just to go and meet Steve, you know? He’s not expecting you to, or…or anything, so it’s fine. But you look great, really.”
Chrissy laughed and moved some hair off of Robin’s shoulder, kissing her on the cheek. “Thanks, babe.” She paused and sighed, taking Robin’s hand and twisting one of her small silver rings around, looking away. “I just want him to think well of me, yeah? His opinion matters to you, and I…I want him to like me.”
Confusion spread over Robin’s face and she brought Chrissy’s hand to her lips, kissing it, just because she knew it would make Chrissy blush. No one could see them, anyways, with the car in the way. “He’ll like you. And if he doesn’t? Fuck him. Actually, wait, no. Don’t tell him I said that.”
Chrissy giggled again and moved her hand out of Robin’s, nodding. “I won’t.”
“Just be yourself, okay?”
Chrissy rolled her eyes at that, but there was a smile on her lips. “Okay.”
Jesus fucking Christ it was loud inside the restaurant. Chrissy hadn’t bothered to check the name of where they were, just going to the address that Robin had given her. She was tucked into the booth next to Robin, while Steve and Eddie sat on the other side.
And to be honest? She had thought this would be fun. Nerve wracking, but fun. And it wasn’t. Steve and Eddie were mostly talking amongst the two of them, Eddie laughing and not-so-discreetly holding Steve’s hand under the table. And Robin was mostly listening to them, which was weird because she was always talking.
Robin kept reaching for her hand, and Chrissy felt bad for pulling away from her each time, but she felt embarrassed to do it in public—especially in front of Steve, who kept glancing over at her and looking her over, making her want to curl into herself and disappear. Maybe that’s why Robin was being so quiet. Maybe she was upset.
She probably was.
So Chrissy kept to herself, leaning against the wall and looking out the fogged over window next to them. She really didn’t want to upset Robin, but she didn’t need Steve to think that she was too clingy or something. She just needed him to like her, and from the way he kept looking at her, it didn’t seem like he did.
Eventually Steve turned to her and leaned on his elbows on the table, looking her over again. Chrissy straightened up immediately, her eyes widening slightly as she gave him a polite smile. “Hm?”
“Didn’t say anything,” Steve said simply, looking over at Eddie, who was messing with his rings, looking kind of bored now that Steve wasn’t talking to him. Everyone here looked kind of bored. “So, Chrissy. Where did you guys meet?”
“Hm? O-oh, um, college. We’re both doing film.”
“I see,” Steve said, taking Eddie’s hand again, and Eddie smiled, giving him a quick glance before leaning back against his chair, which knocked his cane away from the table.
“Oh, shit—“ Eddie muttered, going to get it, but Steve got up instead, pushing Eddie gently back down into his chair and grabbing the cane, before sitting back down.
“You alright?” He whispered to Eddie, and Eddie nodded, patting his shoulder.
Steve turned back to Chrissy and she sighed, chewing on her bottom lip. She saw Eddie frown, and then tug Steve closer by the sleeve of his t-shirt, whispering something and motioning his head towards Robin and Chrissy. Chrissy’s face flushed, and she sank down in her seat slightly. She saw Robin glance over at her, looking away quickly, and she was about to say something, when Eddie pushed his chair back and stood up, his cane falling over as he leaned heavily on the table. “I need to piss!,” and then turned to Steve, ignoring the people who had turned around to look at them, giving him a pointed look.
Steve sighed and stood up again, grabbing Eddie’s cane and handing it to him. “I’ll, uh…go with him to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself.” It was obviously a lie, but Chrissy saw Robin shrug and wave them off, looking down.
After they were out of sight, Chrissy turned to Robin and made to take her hand, but Robin tugged her hand away, sighing. “Did I do something?”
Chrissy froze, looking confused. Feeling confused. “No, honey…”
“I just—whenever I try to touch you or something, you move away, and I…I feel like I did something.” Robin muttered, and Chrissy held out her hand. It took a minute, but Robin eventually took it, kissing Chrissy’s knuckles, and Chrissy looked around. No one was looking at them. She didn’t know why it made her so nervous.
“I don’t deserve this,” She whispered, feeling her eyes gloss over. “I don’t deserve you…”
There was silence for a moment, and Chrissy looked down at her knees, biting her lip to keep the tears from falling. She didn’t need to embarrass herself anymore than she already had.
Then she felt a finger under her chin, moving her head back up, and she blinked, feeling a tear fall down her cheek. Robin’s hand moved to cup her face, and her voice was so incredibly soft when she answered, “if you think i am going to validate your pessimistic thoughts, then you're wrong.”
Chrissy sniffled, laughing quietly as Robin moved her other hand to Chrissy’s face and shook her head lightly. “You do deserve this, okay? And you deserve a lot more than I can give you. You’re perfect, okay?”
Chrissy let Robin kiss her, even though everything in her was screaming at her to pull away, because people might see. After a moment, Robin pulled away, and Chrissy sighed, eyes darting down to her lips for a moment, before she sighed again. “Steve doesn’t like me.”
“Yes he does.”
“But—“
“But, Steve is bitchy. He has resting-bitch-face. He likes you,” Robin assured her, and Chrissy laughed, going to say something else before she got cut off by Steve’s voice.
“I do not have resting-bitch-face,” he retorted, glaring at Robin as he sat back down. “You take that back.”
“I can’t because it’s true,” she pointed out, letting go of Chrissy’s face to reach over the table and poke Steve in the arm.
“Did you guys talk things over yet?” Eddie said, still a bit too-loud as he sat back down, his cane laying over his lap. Robin nodded, and he sighed with relief, slipping down in his chair a bit while he looked up at the ceiling. “Good, because I could not wait in the bathroom anymore. It was gross.”
Steve laughed, and Eddie looked over at him, grinning.
Robin hesitated, and then held out her hand for Chrissy. Chrissy looked down, glanced at Steve, and then back at Robin’s hand.
She took it.
28 notes
·
View notes
Thinks about how. Gloreth only starts looking at Nimona differently/strangely when her parents call her a "monster". Just throws that label with such a negative connotation on her. Gloreth fucking fights for Nimona immediately in the beginning saying that she's her friend and never once looks at her with ridicule until her mom just holds her by the shoulders and tells her she's a monster, straight in the eye, straight in the face. And just the word is enough to cause the change.
Nimona's getting fucking attacked and prodded and Gloreth doesn't even feel sorry for her just because she's now re-contextualizing everything around her but with that word. I'm so sick. She looks not in hesitance but at disbelief before she runs away. She sees Nimona trying to defend herself from literal Danger in any way she can (she's just a kid and she's fighting with people who won't listen, never will, people that she can't get through) but just sees that as more proof of her being violent, monstrous. She sees her friend all alone, with the odds and the world stacked against her despite them being. so similar but just tells her to go back to the shadows.
And like. Of course she believes those words calling Nimona a monster and takes them to heart. Her parents, the ones she would probably trust most are the ones that told her that. And she's young, she doesn't know much about the world or much better. And of course, her parents and the whole village don't know any better. They didn't see what she saw. They don't know or feel the need to know much more than the definition of the word "monster". But it hurts. God it hurts. It's wrong. It's not fair. It's really not fair.
And it causes this whole legend that will stay with Nimona to ridicule her for generations and generations and birth this system that she's trapped by and causes everyone to be so brainwashed. The one that makes people scared and build walls. That births unecessary distrust.
God. Even in the scroll illustrating Nimona and Gloreth, Nimona is portrayed as such a bigger and scarier threat than she ever could be or would be, until Nimona internalized and gave into those images and despair of course. It's not fucking fair.
Thinking about how when the villagers saw Nimona as a "normal" person they were happy for her just living her life and playing with her friend, she was just another kid being happy like she and every ("normal", apparently) person deserves to be, and they were allowing her to be happy then when they find out what she really is they hate her. They call her a monster and drive her out immediately. They don't look into the details that contradict the stigma, they just feel betrayal when they weren't even the ones who were betrayed (Nimona couldn't fucking help being who or what she was. And she was her own person. She was still. A someone. Why do things have to be different now?). I'm so sickkk.
Thinks about how Nimona feels so hopeless as to just. Accept and yield to that label. That label that was passed down to Gloreth. To the whole world. Such simple but awful words. Aughhhhhhhhhhh
Another post I saw talks about how this is a movie about how hate is taught. And oh my god it is. Hate it taught. It's done so simply yet so, painfully effectively. So devastatingly. And that hate teaches people to hate the world back. God I fucking loooove this movie
Also Nimona's such a Creature /pos /affectionate she's so relatable I fucking love her and I'm insane okay that's the post bye
103 notes
·
View notes