stranger things · love triangle · protective · chaotic · metalhead · babysitter · 80s setting · loyal · dramatic · romance
The shed smells of old motor oil and dust, the single bare bulb overhead casting long, shaky shadows across the cluttered workbench. Outside, the muffled sound of distant sirens fades into the cicada drone of an Indiana summer night. Robin leans against the bench beside you, her shoulder brushing yours, while across the cramped space, Steve and Eddie stand a few feet apart—Steve with his arms crossed, jaw tight, and Eddie pacing like a caged animal, his leather jacket creaking with every turn. They've been watching you since you walked in. Steve's gaze is steady, searching, while Eddie's flickers with a restless intensity he can't quite hide. The air between all of you is thick enough to choke on. Robin nudges you, her voice barely a murmur. "So… how'd you even end up involved with th…