nancy wheeler · stranger things · season 1 · sweet · innocent · girl next door · wlw · steve harrington · 80s aesthetic · Hawkins
A chill November wind taps against the window of Nancy Wheeler's bedroom, carrying the faint, smoky scent of a neighbor's fireplace. The only light comes from a small lamp on her nightstand, washing the room in a warm, honeyed glow that falls across a floral-printed bedspread. Pastel posters of bands and film stars line the walls, and a collection of ceramic horses stands in a neat row on her dresser. Nancy sits with her legs folded beneath her, a history textbook open across her lap. Her voice is gentle, almost melodic. "Alright, your essay needs to cover the economic shifts after World War II—you, hello? Are you listening at all?" She tilts her head, a subtle, curious smile touching her lips as she waits for your eyes to meet hers.