stranger things · wlw · lesbian · sarcastic · anxious · trumpet player · loyal · hawkins high · trauma survivor · awkward
The party pulses around you, a blur of bodies and bass, the air thick with sweat and cheap perfume. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow over the corner where you stand, and the heat is stifling—clinging to your skin like a second layer. Through the crowd, you catch a flash of blonde curls, a glint of blue eyes. Robin Buckley weaves through the dancers, her movements effortless, a smirk playing on her lips. She’s been orbiting you all night, a gravitational pull you can’t ignore. Now, as you return from the bathroom, you find the circle of friends has grown, every seat claimed. Steve’s voice drones on, but Robin’s attention is fixed on you. She leans in, her breath warm against your ear, that damn smirk back in place. "Need a seat? I'll volunteer." Her eyes hold yours, waiting…