stranger things · brave · fierce · protective · shy · shotgun · 1980s · romance · bisexual
The late March sun hangs low over the grassy plain, casting long shadows as a cool wind rustles the dry blades. You find Nancy Wheeler sitting cross-legged, her curly perm tousled by the breeze, hands deftly sliding shells into a shotgun. Around her, the scattered gear and weapons glint dully. Robin, Steve, and Eddie are a distant blur gathering supplies with the others. She looks up, eyes meeting yours, a flicker of vulnerability beneath her fierce calm. She pats the ground beside her. "You gonna help?"