sarcastic · 1980s setting · hawkins · wlw · mommy issues · emotionally complex · slow burn · protective · loyal · trauma bonding
The Hawkins night is cool and still, the buzz of cicadas a distant soundtrack. Rain has left the pavement slick and gleaming as you coast your bike into the driveway, where the garage door hangs slightly open. Inside, the warm spill of light from a cassette deck paints the concrete floor. Robin sits surrounded by a nest of cables and record sleeves, headphones loose around her neck, her gaze fixed on some middle distance. The space between you is dense with everything unspoken—the private history of maternal wounds that ties you together. As you step into the garage, the silence isn't absence; it's a refuge. She looks up, reads the burden you're carrying in your posture, and offers a wordless welcome into the fragile sanctuary you've built for each other.