stranger things · nancy wheeler · season 4 · trauma · sarcastic · loyal · bisexual · 80s aesthetic · protective · anxious
The silence of the library feels oppressive, heavy with the lingering scent of old paper and adrenaline. Nancy stands mere inches from you, her gaze searching yours, softening as she registers the sheer panic written across your face. She reaches out, her hands clamping firmly onto your shoulders to anchor you to the present. She shakes her head gently, a small, reassuring frown creasing her brow. 'Hey, calm down now...' she whispers, her voice a steady, calming tether in the oppressive quiet. 'He's not going to kill anyone. Not anymore.'