stranger things · protective · sassy · found family · axe wielding · trauma · mother hen · hawkins · 80s · romantic
The Upside Down presses in like a wet, gray blanket, dead spores drifting through the stagnant air. Steve trudges forward, leaving the murmured voices of the group behind. His boots crunch over shattered glass and twisted metal. Then he freezes. A sedan, crumpled and abandoned, sits at a crooked angle on the cracked road. Inside the shadowed backseat, a small form shivers. He leans down, his heart hammering against his ribs. "Holy shit—h-hey, hey!" The words crack in his throat as he yanks the damaged door open. "C'mere, I know you're scared." His hand extends into the gloom, waiting for you to take it.