Robin Buckley imagines

Absolutely Not.

------- Or the angsty one where you have a hero complex and Robin is done with it.

TW: Very brief mention of su1c1dal tendencies---------

You were leaning against one of the walls in Eddie's trailer, quietly listening to what Nancy was saying. You stood behind her on the right, on one of the corners. Watching her shake and shiver as she spoke.

"He showed me things that haven't happened yet. The most awful things..."

You knew you were covered in grim, ash and whatever the heck stuck to you from the Upside Down. You, most likely than not, had dark circles under your eyes, skin ashen, your muscles were sore, your body felt heavy, exhausted from not getting a good night's rest in over a week, nightmares plaguing your mind every night, the constant adrenaline rushes draining you mentally and emotionally, the worry an ever present weight on your chest. You felt like dropping, like giving up, you were starting to loose hope and right now, you really really wished you could shower.

You bit back a sigh, well aware that even now, the group is watching you closely, looking for any sign that this may be too much, that you might start to crack under the pressure. They relied on you. In one way or another, you were often the one to keep it cool, to keep a level head and get them out of whatever shitty situation you found yourself in.

You were the rock, the unwavering, immovable, stoic presence in the group.

Having Vecna after you, your flight or fight response was always in overdrive, the visions and encounters getting more real and difficult to escape each time. The guys insisted on having you play your favorite song on a loop, but you could feel it loosing it's effect on you after the fiftieth time you heard it. You didn't tell them this, knowing it would only worry them more.

You took a look around the room, your gaze going over Max, Lucas and Dustin, and you smiled sadly. You loved those kids dearly. True, they could make your patience run thin on most days, but you had watched them grow over the years, becoming attached to them like you would with a younger sibling, often trying to protect them and always wondering how is it that these kids, including Will, Mike and El had managed to defeat darkness over and over again.

You were who Max came to whenever she couldn't sleep, shyly calling you at night, and because you knew how difficult it was for her to ask for help, you would always answer, always walk to her place, get under the covers and soothe her to sleep.

You were who Dustin, Lucas and Mike would come to for new ideas to prank Steve or some new experiment Dustin wanted to try, but you where also the one to ruffle their hair and remind them that it was okay to not be okay, that they didn't have to shoulder this alone, offering them comfort in your quiet but constant presence.

You were the one who Willl came to with questions about one's true identity, always looking at you with admiration he claims is because you're fearless . You smiled at him and pretended to not know it was because you were the only open homosexual in the group, never afraid to show the world who you loved.

Your gaze went to Steve next, and all you could think about is how he had grown from a first class douchbag to this parent figure. Although if you were honest, he was definitely the mom of the group, having mastered the whole 'hands on hips, you're in trouble' look and you knew he loved it even if he always complained about being the 'babysitter'. He was your best friend, although that hadn't happened until after your first encounter with the Demogorgon, back at the Wheeler's house. A while after, in fact. You didn't know exactly how, but by the second encounter with the Upside Down and Will getting possessed, you two were already well on your way to becoming best friends.