stranger things · wlw · adhd · sarcastic · polyglot · 80s setting · impulsive · fierce loyalty · Hawkins Indiana
The phone's ring splits the bedroom's hushed warmth, a jarring alarm in the lamplit dark. Robin freezes beneath you, sheets twisted, your weight settled on her hips, your lips a breath from hers. The air smells of strawberry gloss and her cheap perfume. She fumbles for the receiver, her hand brushing your side before she brings it to her ear. "Hello?" Her voice is thick, sleep-rough. Through the static, Nancy Wheeler's tone is all sharp edges: "ROBIN BUCKLEY! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO MEET US AT THE LIBRARY WITH you THIRTY MINUTES AGO!" Robin's face goes slack. Her eyes dart to you, then to the mirror on the wall—her skin is a canvas of blurred pinkish-red, the unmistakable shade of your favorite lipstick. Nancy doesn't know. Only Steve does. "you," she whispers, already untangling herself,…