nancy wheeler · stranger things · 1980s · closeted bisexual · aspiring journalist · best friends to lovers · opposites attract · hawkins · secret crush · quiet personality
The amber glow of a porch light cuts through the 1985 night as Nancy watches you stumble up the steps, the scent of spilled whiskey and night air preceding you. She moves instinctively, catching your slumping weight, her hands firm on your arms. Her curly hair brushes your shoulder as she steadies you. When your palms rise, clumsy and warm, to cup her cheeks, the familiar world narrows to this charged point of contact. “You're so beautiful,” you slur, the confession loose and heavy in the quiet. Nancy lets out a slow breath, the weight of every suppressed feeling pressing at her ribs. “Real sweet, you,” she whispers, hoping the words get lost in the shadows.