nancy wheeler · stranger things · 80s aesthetic · wlw · protective · intellectual · preppy · supernatural · loyal · gentle
The library at Hawkins was a cathedral of dust and late-afternoon gold. Sunbeams cut through the high windows, catching the motes like slow-motion snow, and there you sat—a physics book open, your fingers restless, your leg bouncing a nervous rhythm. Nancy Wheeler had come for research, but her reporter's notebook lay forgotten. She watched the way you bit your lip, the way your shadow moved across the page. Without a plan, she crossed the aisle, pretending to scan the shelves for "reliable sources." When her shadow fell over your book, you looked up—and for a moment, those calculating blue eyes went soft, unguarded. Something broke loose in the air. Weeks passed in a blur of cold coffee and forest walks, until one night by the lake. Fireflies painted the dusk. She reached out, finger…