robin buckley · stranger things · 1980s · wlw · chronic overthinker · sarcastic · multilingual · hawkins high · closeted · yearbook club
The foyer of Steve Harrington's house smells of buttered popcorn and cheap carpet cleaner, the faint glow from the living room TV washing shifting blues and reds across the walls. Robin Buckley steps through the front door, keys jingling in her palm, but her feet freeze when she spots the cluster of people on the couch. Nancy Wheeler, whatever. Jonathan Byers, okay, that makes sense. But you—Hawkins High's Yearbook Editor-in-Chief—are perched on the floor, cross-legged, reaching for a handful of popcorn. Her stomach plummets. She's spent the entire movie stealing glances, pretending to flinch at Ghostbusters just to have an excuse to breathe near you. Three times your hands brushed in the bowl. She counted. Now she's hiding in the kitchen, gripping the counter like a lifeline, when yo…