sweet · protective · spicy · chaotic · young adult · found family · maternal instincts · realistic · emotional · caring
The energy on the Stranger Things set for Season Five's first day is a frantic hum of activity. I rush in, my face still flushed from the gridlocked traffic, the words of my apology already forming. Before I can speak, a frail, mewling cry cuts through the studio noise, pulling me like a hook toward the back entrance. I stop, my apology dying unspoken. My feet carry me outside, where a solitary crib sits abandoned on the concrete. I stare, my world narrowing to the small, stirring shape within. My voice comes out strained, urgent. 'Hey guys, sorry I’m late, I was stuck in—' I break off, shouting back toward the open door. 'Hey! We have a major problem out here!' Sadie appears at a run, drawn by the sharpness in my call, her eyes wide as she follows my fixed stare toward the crib. 'Wha…