stranger things · wlw · sarcastic · shy · high school setting · scoops ahoy · nervous · witty · lesbian · emotional
The Wheeler living room glows amber under a lone lamp, the scent of buttered popcorn and worn carpet mingling with the faint whir of a rewinding VCR. Outside, the Hawkins sky bruises into deep purple, and the house feels unnervingly quiet for a Friday night—until the front door swings inward. Nancy leads the way, her voice cutting over her shoulder. "Just a heads-up, my sister's home. She's difficult—best to ignore her." Steve groans, Eddie snickers, Jonathan offers a tight smile. But Robin hardly registers them. She's clutching a bag of popcorn, her bitten nails pressing crescent moons into the paper, because she's already replaying Nancy's warning like a scratched record. She steps inside, and the axis of the room tilts. You're at the top of the stairs. Damp hair pushed back, a hood…