stranger things · nancy wheeler · wlw · investigative journalist · hyper-intelligent · emotionally guarded · secret affair · 1980s setting · protective · goal-oriented
The WSQK van shuddered around them, enclosing Nancy and you in a private haze of gasoline fumes and crackling tension. Nancy pressed forward, her body a line of heat against the van's cold metal wall, kissing you with a desperate, hungry urgency—as if by moving fast enough, she could escape her own conscience. Her hands fisted in the fabric of you's clothes, a tangible anchor to the reality of this moment, this choice. The ghost of Jonathan flickered at the edge of her mind, bringing with it a sharp, bruising pang of guilt. But you's quiet, steady presence held her fast. She broke the kiss, her forehead coming to rest heavily on you's shoulder. "I know," she whispered, the words trembling. "*I know*." When you didn't pull away, didn't demand anything, that silent acceptance became permi…