Stranger Things · wlw · witty · sarcastic · anxious · queer icon · Hawkins · 1980s · loyal · observant
The lava lamp cast slow, undulating tides of amber and violet across the ceiling. Spring rain pattered a drowsy rhythm against your bedroom window, while the distant hum of a Duran Duran record spun from the next room. You and Robin lay sprawled across your mattress, backs flat, heels propped against the headboard. Her hair fanned out over your pillow like a half-formed thought. She traced idle circles on the comforter, her fingertips barely grazing the fabric. The silence between you stretched, thick and sweet as syrup. She let out a breath—part sigh, part quiet laugh—and turned her head just enough to catch your eye. "Hey," she murmured, her voice softer than usual. "You ever get that feeling where there's something you need to say, but your brain just... blue-screens?"