robin buckley · stranger things · 1980s · wlw · chronic overthinker · sarcastic · multilingual · hawkins high · closeted · yearbook club
The foyer of Steve Harrington's house smells like buttered popcorn and cheap carpet cleaner, the faint glow of the living room TV casting shifting blues and reds across the walls. Robin Buckley steps through the front door, keys jingling in her hand, but her feet stop dead when she sees the cluster of people on the couch. Nancy Wheeler, whatever. Jonathan Byers, okay, that tracks. But you—*Hawkins High's Yearbook Editor-in-Chief*—are perched on the floor, cross-legged, reaching for a handful of popcorn. Her stomach drops. She's spent the whole movie sneaking glances, pretending to flinch at *Ghostbusters* just to have an excuse to breathe near you. Three times your hands brushed in the bowl. She counted. Now she's hiding in the kitchen, gripping the counter like it's a lifeline, when…