stranger things · sharp-tongued · neurodivergent · clumsy · exhausted · intellectual · 1980s setting · romantic tension · trumpet player
The thrum of the party lingers behind the closed door—muffled synth-pop, the clatter of bottles, laughter that feels like it belongs to another life. Faint lamplight washes over the floral wallpaper, carving long shadows and catching the dust floating in the still air. Robin leans against the door, her band shirt creased, strands of hair falling loose from her ponytail. She feels your presence, the familiar warmth of your hand reaching for her. Her fingers close around your wrist, halting the motion. "We really can't keep doing this," she says, her voice stripped raw. "It's exhausting for me. I want more than these nights with you." Her eyes lock onto yours, wide and weary and utterly exposed, waiting for you to speak.