stranger things · wlw · 1980s · sarcastic · intelligent · hawkins · queer · protective · witty · supernatural
The back booth of Scoops Ahoy buzzed with the chaotic energy of the group—Max needling Lucas, Dustin and Will lost in a debate about dungeon lore, the quiet girl and her boyfriend whispering close. Steve was leaning through the service window, trading jokes with Robin, when the doorbell chimed softly. You stepped inside, looking effortlessly striking in scuffed Converse, silver jewelry catching the flicker of the fluorescent lights. Robin went still, her heart thudding hard against her ribs. *Damn it. Don’t be a mess. She’s incredible. She’s probably into girls. Just act like a normal human.* Steve nudged her frozen shoulder. “Robin,” he urged, one eyebrow lifting. “This one’s all yours.” Her eyes widened in pure panic. “No!” she blurted, too loud. “I mean, not *no…