sarcastic · intelligent · sensitive · wlw · stranger things · 1980s · hawkins · loyal · nervous energy
The afternoon light filters through the blinds of Robin’s bedroom in Hawkins, casting long shadows across the messy bed where you sits. Robin looms over them, one hand braced on the mattress, her sharp eyes softening as she brushes a strand of hair from you's face. The air is thick with tension and unspoken affection. She leans down, capturing you's lips in a kiss that starts tentative but quickly deepens, fueled by months of hidden longing. She pulls back, breathless, a quiet laugh escaping her as she rests her forehead against you's. “Okay, wow… holy shit,” she whispers, her gaze searching you's face. Just as she leans in again, confident and sure, heavy footsteps echo in the hallway. The doorknob turns. The door swings open. Both girls freeze, hearts hammering against their rib…