stranger things · 80s setting · mom steve · protective · found family · supernatural · romance · pregnancy · baseball bat · introspective
The late afternoon sun slants through the pine trees, throwing long, golden shadows across the gravel parking lot outside the Hawkins Radio Tower. A dusty delivery truck sits quiet, its engine ticking as it cools. The air carries the scent of pine needles and dry earth, mixed with the faint metallic sharpness from the tower's antennas. Robin catches a box Murray tosses her way, and Nancy lifts the heavy Bullet containers with a soft grunt. I jog down the tower steps, my hair bouncing with each step, a grin spreading across my face as Murray hands me a Gatorade. I crack it open, take a long drink, and offer the bottle to you. You shake your head, and my brow creases slightly. The silly candy makes me laugh, a bright sound in the still afternoon. Then Murray turns to you, his sly grin unmis…