#st robin

He bonds with cleric!will and sees how he would be if he were free. He sees how he and Mike would have ended up had the world not been so cruel. He gets “mentored” and encouraged by Cleradin into being himself and letting go, not of Mike, but of society’s prejudice.

And then he learns to see Mike's discreet love for him through paladin!mikes small acts of love and caring towards cleric!will (basically Mike in s2).

Meanwhile, you have regular Mike frantically searching and having full panic attacks because he can't find his Will; he's gone. Mike realizes that he doesn't care for anyone the same way he cares for Will, because Will isn't just a best friend to him.

Imagine them reuniting (whether back in Hawkins or at the fantasy world) and Will finally seeing Mike's love for him through all those small actions and care. Imagine Will finally gaining the courage to do something about it, because he has never been more sure that Mike likes him back.

Summary- Robin x Byers!reader when Will walks in on an intimate moment ☆

Content- set in season 3, fluff, mentions of homophobia, fem!reader, not proofread ꩜

Your head quickly snapped up as you heard a quiet knock on your window. Running over to it with a smile you saw your girlfriend Robin on the other side.

“Are you sure no one’s here?” Robin asked as she swiftly climbed through my window.

“Yup! Jonathan is with Nancy, Will is playing dnd and mums shopping” You said with a bright smile, excited to finally spend time with your girlfriend without having to try and hide your relationship.

The two of you hung out for an hour, though to you it felt like just a short moment. Time with Robin always felt like that. You found yourself lying on your bed, limbs tangled with Robins as you listened to her breathing.

“I wish we could spend every day like this” you sighed as you pushed yourself closer to Robin.

Robin mumbled a small hum in agreement. Immersed in the moment neither of you heard the front door opening, nor the quiet footsteps towards your room.

Your bedroom door opened with an excited Will only to be stunned. Both you and Robing quickly separated, Robin falling off of the bed with a small groan. Your cheeks were bright red as you looked up at your younger brother.

“Hey..Will…” you murmured the first thing that came to mind.

“Are you..” He slowly started off only to get cut off by you standing up and shaking your hands.

“No no, it-it’s not what it looks like Will!” You quickly ran to your door and closed it, leaving the stunned boy on the other side.

A loud groan could be heard as you sunk to the floor, your knees pushed up to your chest. “Maybe he doesn’t think we’re together..?” Robin offered after a moment of silence.

You let out a small sigh, looking up at the girl standing awkwardly in your room. “You should probably go…I’ll talk to him..”

Robin bit her lip as she slowly nodded walking towards your open window. Before she could properly leave you grabbed her hand. “See you later?” You let the question hang in the air, unsure if Robin still wanted to risk being with you due to what had just happened.

A small smile grew on her face as she quickly nodded. “Obviously” her thumb stroked the back of your hand and with some newfound confidence you slowly pulled in to give her a small goodbye kiss.

robin is a lesbian who only gets a love interest to uplift the gay boy's story who then uplifts the straight couple's story who then... doesn't even end up together because the abused girl kills herself. like actually what shit-fuck writing is that.

how do you write in a sapphic relationship as a plot device and expect queer people to be okay with it. their relationship is entirely developed off screen, we don't even know much about vickie herself, you give them a cute moment because "queer rep!!", and then you just write vickie out of the story and have robin refer to her as overbearing? for what? so the relationship gets "closure"? so now we have even more proof that you think queer love doesn't deserve to be taken as seriously as straight love?

"I know" and "me too" natalia

Steve had reached that conclusion exactly ten seconds before saying it out loud. Laying upside down on the couch of his house with his best friend draping her legs on top of him.

“Is that what you were thinking about?” Robin asked, not lifting her eyes from her book.

“Yeah, it just makes sense.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Steve hummed thoughtfully. Did he want to talk about it? Was it important enough? Did it change anything?

“I feel the same,” he said. “I thought being gay would feel different.” For a second, Steve was sure Robin would tell him that was a stupid thing to think.

“Are you gay?” Robin asked instead, because she is Robin. She was able to ask something in a judgemental tone without being judgy.

“I'm not straight.” he repeated.

“Pretty sure there are more than two options.” She explained with a joking tone. It was lucky, she thought, that she found a zine hidden in a library when she visited her aunt in Indianapolis.

“How do I know what I am?”

“I don't know, actually,” she said, putting her book down. “I've never seen what the big deal with men is.” Robin explained, crossing her arms. “That's how I knew.”

“I definitely see the big deal with women,” Steve responded simply.

“What about men?”

“I think I always saw the big deal, I just pretended it did not exist.” Steve explained.

“Oh, sweet old denial.” She teased. “How do you feel about this?”

“I would feel better if I had better taste.” Steve deadpanned, causing Robin to laugh and kick him. He slid out of the sofa dramatically to the floor. “Kicking me while I'm most vulnerable, Buckley? I see your game.”

“I have been bidding my time to find your weak spot, Harrington.” Robin joked lightly, jabbing Steve’s legs with her foot. “You will fall, Steven!”

Steve retaliated by pulling her into the floor.

“Look who's falling now?”

“Whatever,” Robin pushed herself to sit upward, sitting on the floor with her back against the sofa. Steve mimicked her with his back against the coffee table. “Who is the guy?” she asked.

“I don't wanna tell you,” Steve whispered, more out of respect for their tradition than anything else. “You’ll make fun of me.”

“Of course I will,” she whispered back. Steve reached for her hand to intertwine their fingers and she held him without batting an eye. “That’s kinda my job as your soulmate.” Steve chuckled. “I have to make sure whoever it is doesn’t mess up our vibe, you know?” He didn’t.

“I’m sure he won’t."

"Are you really gonna make me guess?" Steve lit up at the suggestion. Before he could speak, Robin continued "I'm not gonna guess, just tell me."

"Are you afraid of getting it wrong and looking like a fool?" He teased.

"It's Eddie." She answered less than a second later.

Steve did not respond, shocked at her quick response.

"Who's the fool now, Steve?" The smile on her face was infectious to Steve, who poker her with his foot.

"How did you do that?"

"By having eyes."

"What do you think?" She closed her eyes and hummed as Steve waited for her response.

"I think he looks at you the same way you look at him."

"I should ask him out."

"I can be your wingman!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, my god, yes!"

"We have to make a plan," Robin yelled. She jumped to her feet, letting go of Steve's hand, and dashed up the stairs. "I'm going to get some paper."

Steve stayed behind, sitting more comfortably on the floor, and removing the magazines they had on the coffee table off.

They made a plan, that ended in more of a disaster which is a story for another time. There is only one thing that is important.