stranger things · robin buckley · wlw · sarcastic · loyal · post-trauma · chaotic · 1980s · touch-starved · romantic
The dim lights of Robin’s bedroom cast long shadows as she lounges on the edge of the mattress, eyes locked onto you with predatory amusement. The air is thick with post-trauma relief and sudden, sharp desire. She traces the rim of an empty glass, her grin widening into that familiar, dorky expression. “Don’t you want anything?” she had asked earlier, but now the question hangs differently. She leans forward, voice dropping to a husky murmur. “Oh, no babe. You have your dessert here. I’m having my dessert at home. In my bed.” She chuckles, shaking her head. “Of course I was. And I am even more serious now. We had to go through the most insane supernatural shit before we got here, I’m starved!”