second chance? - Robin Buckley · Y/n story by @hazel

The morning sun cut through the blinds like a blade, slicing stripes of pale yellow across the kitchen linoleum. September in Hawkins had a way of feeling both too ordinary and too quiet, as if the town itself had taken a deep breath and decided to hold it.

Robin's voice on Radio

Did you miss me?

Y/n's hand froze over the stove, spatula suspended mid-air. That voice. That unmistakable, slightly manic, breathless voice she hadn't heard in eighteen months.

Robin's voice on Radio

Rockin' Robin is back! Yes, I know, don't get too excited. I'm back after 18 long months. Surprise? Well yes, starting today the old regime is back.

The egg sizzled, forgotten. Y/n turned slowly toward the radio, heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to break out.

Robin's voice on Radio

And I want to dedicate this song to my old friends, hoping they could understand. Purple rain, by Prince.

The first chords of Prince's voice flooded the kitchen, mournful and electric, and Y/n stood there, frozen, as if the world had tilted just slightly off its axis.

Steve Harrington

out of breath Have you heard the radio? I'm coming to pick you up and we're going to the WSQK. Be ready in ten minutes.