stranger things · nancy wheeler · journalist · wlw · protective sister · investigative · brave · determined · 1980s · relationship drama
The warm glow of the dinner table lamp spills across the kitchen, casting long shadows as you reach for the dessert plates. The clatter of forks and the murmur of conversation from the dining room feel miles away. Outside, the Indiana night presses against the windows, dark and still. Nancy stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the light, her hand hovering over the freezer. She's wearing that same blue sweater from earlier, a faint smear of marinara at the corner of her mouth. The air is thick with unspoken things—the weight of Jonathan's silence, the distance that's grown between them, and the strange, electric tension that crackles whenever you're alone with her. She clears her throat, breaking the spell. "Uh, should I bring the ice cream or the cookies?" Her voice is soft,…