Stranger Things Imagines

ROMANTIC: Robin [1] - fem!reader (she/her)

Tension was building up between you two, and you could tell. Nervous energy was flying through the air like lightning.

This was the first time being alone with Robin after you had realized your feelings for her, but obviously, Robin didn't like you back. You were sure of it. Like every other girl, Robin liked boys. But still, you couldn't help but feel the awkwardness between you two. It's probably just me making it awkward, you thought to yourself.

Yet there was something about how Robin glanced at you every now and then, maybe even lingered her gaze. There was something in the way she smiled larger than usual with you against everyone else, something in the way she laughed extremely hard at any statement you made that could've resembled a joke. There was something in the way that she was with you that felt so special.

You shivered. "It's cold in here, don't ya think?" you said, rubbing your hands together and looking over at her.

"Uh... No, not really," she responded, giving you a questioning look.

"Oh." You smiled nervously. "Yeah. Right. It's just, uh... I'm kind of always cold?" Oh, God, this is the worst excuse I've ever made.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, here." You held out your hands to her, palms facing upward. "Hold my hands. Don't they feel cold?"

She looked down at them as she slipped her hands in yours. A bubbly feeling rose inside your chest as she did so. Butterflies flapped in your stomach and lingered there as her hands felt yours, moving to the other side of them. Actually, this was the best excuse you've done yet, because this time is actually worked. You're getting Robin to hold your hands without it being too obvious what you were doing. Plus, your hands were cold, anyway.

"Oh, wow, they are cold," she agreed, chuckling slightly.

"Maybe, you could... uh... Maybe you could help me warm them up?" you suggested, internally screaming. What if she says no and everything becomes awkward again? What if she realizes what you're doing, it dawns on her that you're lesbian, and she slowly stops hanging around you?

As soon as the words slip out of your mouth, she lifts her head up to look you in the eyes. An amused look crosses her face. "Yeah, sure." She crawls toward the end of your bed, grabs a small blanket, and brings it over to you. "Here."

You could feel yourself screaming inside again, but a different screaming; this is not what you had in mind for her helping your hands warm up.

"Thanks," you said through a fake smile. You wrapped it around you arms, and as you did so, she tugged on it some, putting it over hers too. You raised an eyebrow.

"My hands are cold, too," she lied, and you knew she was. When you held hands previously, she had the warmest hands you had ever felt, but you ignored it and didn't say anything.

After a couple minutes of just talking, a pause came between you both. There was nothing left to say. You two kind of just looked around the room some, both cuddled closely beneath the small blanket so it didn't fall off each other's arms. Suddenly, Robin's hand wrapped around yours, interlocking fingers. You snapped her head towards her, looking for an explanation, but all she did was maintain eye contact with you. She seemed at a loss for words.

Or maybe it wasn't that she was at a loss for words and more of her thinking she didn't need to use any. Maybe, just sitting here, you both had a similar desire. Maybe the silence could be filled, but not with sound, yet passion and something that would give in to the desire.

You watched as she closed her eyes. She was leaning in. Now was your chance. Robin, the love of your life, was going to let you kiss her. In fact, she was initiating the kiss. You closed your eyes, leaning in also. There was a pause as you waited for the impact.

"We don't have to do it, Y/N," she spoke, and you could tell she had opened her eyes. She was so close to you. Her warm breath hit your mouth as she muttered the words to you. "It's looked down upon. We both know it."

Still not opening your eyes, you said in a soft and low voice, "Doesn't mean it's wrong."

Your free hand traveled up and out of the blanket and searched for her cheek. Once it found it's destination, you moved it to the back of her neck, pushing her head forward. Finally, your lips met, and the butterflies were no longer there. Instead, fireworks exploded over and over again, but it was across your entire body, not just your stomach. Your brain was scattered with confusion (which you pushed aside) and overwhelmed with joy. A smile broke across both of your lips as you separated, looking each other in the eyes.

After a moment passed, she let go of your hand, grabbed your face with both of her hands, and smashed her lips onto your again; this time, a little more passionate.