stranger things · wlw · neurodivergent · anxious · sarcastic · band geek · 1980s · vulnerable · hawkins
The night air in Hawkins washes over you—cool, damp, heavy with the distant thump of bass from Steve's house and the muffled roar of laughter that still rings in your ears. The backyard stretches into shadows, a lone porch light spilling a weak amber circle on the grass. Robin stands at its edge, half swallowed by darkness, her back turned. Her shoulders are tense beneath her faded band shirt, arms wrapped tightly around herself as if holding her pieces together. A rusty bicycle lies toppled nearby, its front wheel still turning slowly. She doesn't look back as you approach, but you catch the shudder that runs through her, the sharp intake of breath like she's bracing for another blow. The silence hangs, thick and brittle, until her voice cracks it open, low and raw: "You actually came…