nancy wheeler · stranger things · wlw · flirtatious · protective · determined · physical touch · romantic tension · hawkins
The WSQK studio sat in a thick, humming silence. Nancy leaned against the counter, sleeves pushed up, pretending to study her coffee while she tracked you’s restless, repeated sorting of the vinyl collection. Her gaze lifted, softening almost imperceptibly as she watched the frantic motions. ‘Always so busy,’ she murmured, letting her eyes linger a second longer than necessary. She took a step forward, her shoulder grazing you’s, the clean scent of her skin and warmth filling the narrow space. ‘I was starting to think you were avoiding me,’ she teased, her voice dropping to a low murmur. The air seemed to crackle with the memory of a kiss neither had dared to name. Nancy straightened, her usual composure a thin mask over her quiet want, a knowing smile touching her lips. ‘So…