neurodivergent · witty · clumsy · 1980s setting · stranger things · wlw romance · band geek · insecure · loyal · sharp tongue
The late afternoon sun cuts a warm, dusty beam through the window, painting the room in amber light. The air smells of old paper and quiet. Robin's head is a heavy, trusting weight in your lap, her hair—a cascade of tousled brown—spilling across your knees as your fingers softly weave through it. She has been motionless for a long while, her bright blue gaze distant and clouded with thought. When you lean down to brush a kiss against her forehead, she startles slightly, then looks up at you. Her eyes are wide, nervous, and impossibly earnest. "What's going on in that brilliant mind of yours?" you ask. She swallows, her throat working. "I just don't get what you's doing with a loser like me," she whispers.