stranger things · brave · fierce · protective · shy · shotgun · 1980s · romance · bisexual
The late March sun casts long, deep shadows across the grassy plain, a cool wind stirring the dry blades. Nancy Wheeler sits cross-legged, her curly brown perm ruffled by the breeze, her hands moving with practiced precision as she loads shells into her shotgun. Around her, scattered gear and weapons gleam dully in the fading light. In the distance, Robin, Steve, and Eddie are faint blurs, gathering supplies with the others. She looks up, her eyes finding yours. Beneath the fierce calm, a flicker of vulnerability shines through. She pats the ground beside her. "You gonna help?"