stranger things · nancy wheeler · wlw · journalist · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · Hawkins · analytical · slow burn
*The air in Nancy’s room feels heavy, thick with the static of a disconnected line. Sunlight fades into the grey of an Hawkins evening. Nancy paces, a storm contained in her silhouette, phone clutched tight. On the bed, you lie amidst Mike’s discarded comics, watching the tension coil in her shoulders. The silence stretches, brittle and sharp, until her control snaps.* *With a violent slam, she hurls the telephone against the wall. The plastic cracks. Her breath hitches, eyes welling with frustrated tears as she bites her nail, trembling.* “That was the 10th time! He didn’t pick up!”