NANCY WHEELER /*

                                                                    𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃 / *

this is a indepedent / highly selective / private rp blog for NANCY WHEELER from netflix’s STRANGER THINGS. i am extremely headcanon based and canon divergent. several verses available and im really open to discuss more verses to fit your ocs or blogs. READ MY RULES before interacting. this blog includes material that may be triggering but it will all be tagged. 

                                                  ESTABLISHED JULY 2022                          

penned by rat / joe i am 21 years old and i use he / they pronouns , i am currently in college studying animation so this is a sporadic activity blog. i’m mostly plotting oriented, i mainly keep to mutuals. discord is available to mutuals only.

     𝙸𝙼𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 / *

                                                                             RULES                   

     NO MATTER WHAT HAD HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM,  steve doesn’t think he could ever really  hate  nancy.  it’s not the same as it was of course  —  &  only in hindsight did he realize that it had never really been how he’d thought  —  but it’s getting easier to be around her.  not that it doesn’t still hurt a little bit to stand so close.  steve kinda feels like maybe it always will.  but at least now she can look up at him with those dark eyes so wide they’re almost perfectly round without feeling like it’s opened up a pair of bullet holes straight through his chest.                                     they’ve never really talked about it.  back when it was still fresh, steve didn’t think he could handle actually having the conversation without falling to pieces.  there had been nothing to say, anyway.  nancy didn’t love him  —  he had just been clueless for awhile, so blinded by his own fantasies of their perfect future together that he had missed all the signs that she didn’t want the same things.  it had been hammered into him eventually though, jonathan’s presence finally making it all clear.  the way nancy had worried over him, the care  &  concern written so clearly across her lovely face that even steve couldn’t miss it.  &  with her hand resting comfortingly on his shoulder,  steve had finally understood.  she just didn’t want him anymore.  &  maybe she never did.  she had essentially already said as much, back behind the gym when he had asked her to tell him that she loved him  &  she had only looked at him.  as though such a thing was impossible.  as though he had been stupid to ever think that nancy could feel the same.  steve just hadn’t wanted to hear it  —  had hoped that he could still earn her affections if he just tried a little harder.  but it was too late, their love built on dreams that were one-sided from the start.                  but the love was real  —  for him at least, if not for her.  &  it still existed in some form, in spite of his best efforts to bury it.  nancy wasn’t  the one  like he’d thought, but he still cared about her.  didn’t really know how to stop caring.  &  falling for her might have hurt worse than anything else he’s ever been through by far  ( worse than jonathan’s fist to his jaw,  worse than the dinner plate cracked over his skull,  worse even than the beating from the russains ),  but even so, steve didn’t think he could ever bring himself to regret loving her.  ❝ it’s ok, nance.  i get it.  it’s… it’s been hard. ❞  but still he smiles, gentle  &  comforting.  though his hands stay firmly in his pockets;  steve is no longer reaching for things that he knows full well are out of his grasp.  ❝ you don’t have to.  i mean, i’d like that.  to see you more. ❞  &  that’s true.  there’s still a dull ache associated with her  —  maybe there always will be  —  but now it’s eased down into a more manageable pain, the more consistent yet subtle kind that steve has gotten well used to working through over the last few years.  &  it might be pathetic, but he misses her, in spite of everything.  ❝ but i don’t want to make you feel like you have to do anything you don’t wanna do.  like, you really don’t have to take care of me,  or worry about me, or whatever. ❞  &  his smile grows just a degree, as though trying to prove his point.  ❝ i’m really fine.  i swear.  cross my heart. ❞  &  steve traces an invisible x across his chest with a fingertip to illustrate his promise,  imagining it for a moment as almost as a kind of protective barrier between she  &  his finally healing heart.

and the thing with nancy wheeler, it’s that given how much she’s had to lie, she knows when people aren’t all that honest. but people keep their secrets and sometimes it is her job to find them. some other times she just has enough information to go along with this. and she smiles. there’s so many things she could say. it’s not the proper soft smile that settles on her face and doesn’t reach her eyes. it’s the one that rarely comes out, but it’s easier to breath. when steve talks, and when steve gets it. and it’s easier to remember then why she had gone along with it all in the first place. and it’s not like the worst thing she’s done but it’s up there. nancy wheeler prim and proper gave up what should have been the perfect life. it isn’t what she wants. and at this point  she doesn’t know what she wants. she never has. she looks down. hand moves to rub her fingers on the necklace pendant she’s wearing. the loneliness is like a drug to her. a warm blanket that keeps her safe. and there has been only two people since she found what it meant to her that have managed to get past that, one of them is miles far away from her. another is standing right in front of her. and he’d like to see her more. and he said it. and she didn’t know she could feel relief, that it could wash over her like a splash of cold whatever. nancy doesn’t think she could talk about it. it would be sad to say and sad to admit that she was careless with steve. not because she didn’t like him, not because she didn’t try to love him. but everything else was crumbling and she couldn’t bare it any longer. now. now what she deals with it isn’t as life or death as it once was. the porcelain cracked. glued back together. it barely holds on. yet. 

she isn’t an incredible caretaker. it’s a given. she can barely take care of herself. yet. she feels guilty. she feels like she should be good at doing that now. and the thing is. impossibly so, nothing nancy wheeler does is outside of the realm of doing it for herself. and as incredibly selfish that might be. as incredibly improper that might be, there lies the foundation for her love and her heart. " no, steve, i...i mean it, i should reach out more. i want to. ” and he says he’s fine but. nancy knows better. always. she bites her bottom lip, trying to figure out how to even say what she means and there is this thing, between them, between the space that has grown so large that still holds....something. a connection. a bond even. and nancy has kept her distance. she always does. nothing stops being the same with her. and maybe she wants that to change. thought open and vague has found footing. lock found key. and she doesn’t know if she wants to turn it. nancy wheeler ever the brave, comes at a cost. she isn’t the one that keep paying the price. “ -really i don’t think im in a state to get myself to do things i don’t genuinely want to do. ” and isn’t that a bit ironic. “ we both could use some...caring. or worry. i think. ” she hopes it lands. but talking to steve before was a task, it was something she could never do. because it wouldn’t land, but back then nancy wheeler was doing what she does best. and now, well the act dropped and she’s alone. in her element some would say. “ -i’m glad you’re fine. ” and it’s honest. heavy. lays in her heart. and she’s shot many bullets. there’s only one that’s been a mercy kill (bullshit). mercy for who? well. “ how’s everything else going? ” she moves the conversation along, trying not to make it seem like she’s interrogating him. but nancy wheeler is for once, trying. and that’s all they have left. to try. and he doesn’t hate her. and so she holds on. 

“no, i don’t hate you.” — steve

it   makes   her   smile.   the   words   that   come   out   of   steve’s   mouth,   it’s   the   nervous   smile.   the   one   that   tends   to   hide   behind   pursed   lips.   it’s   all   smoke   and   mirrors   with   nancy   wheeler.   not   because   she   is   dishonest,   or   wants   to   trick   people.   she   just   has   learned   that   walls   somewhat   protect   her.   but   with   jon   so   far   away.   and   with   everything   reaching   it’s   boiling   point,   steve   and   her   fell   apart.   with   good   reason.   if   steve   hated   her,   nancy   would   understand.   they   never   talked   about   what   happened.   steve   didn’t   want   to   and   nancy   didn’t   push   it.   she’s   aware.   she   knows   somewhere   along   the   lines   she   messed   up.   and   that’s,   easy   to   see   now.   everything   so   far   away   and   behind   them.   time   has   done   wonders   for   steve   harrington.   she   can   tell.   but   it’s   her   who   feels   lost   now.   she   always   knows   what   she   wants.   she   never   really   does.   she’s   looking   at   him,   with   baby   doll   eyes.   a   thousand   emotions   fighting   their   way   to   the   surface.      she   let’s   out   a   sigh,   uncrosses   her   arms   then.   hugs   herself   like   she   usually   does.   let’s   the   silence   build   up   between   them.   most   of   the   times   she   would   bottle   things   up.   she   has   been   doing   that,   her   feelings   come   out   in   bursts   more   than   anything   else   really.  

“that’s...comforting   to   hear.”   she   starts,   it’s   honest.   nods   a   little   when   she   says   it   “-i   mean,   i   wouldn’t   blame   you   if   you   did.   but   i’m   glad   you   don’t.”   stares   out.   hesitates   in   talking   more.   her   alone   with   her   thoughts.   how   it   usually   is.   but   loneliness   could   be   such   a   burden.   she   needed   to   start   dealing   with   it.   “i   should...reach   out   more.”   leaves   the   thought   unfinished,   vague   and   open.   but   nancy   wheeler   is   a   lock   with   no   key   at   times.   what   she   means   is,   that   she   should   reach   out   more,   because   whether   they   work   or   not   or   whether   she   is   dating   jon,   that   doesn’t   phase   out   the   fact   that   she   is   alone   here   now.   she   could   use   a   friend.   and   steve   maybe   could   too.  

@harringtontm​ 

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

its   extremely   scary   how   easy   it   is   for   nancy   to   just   say   nothing.   while   being   completely   aware   of   it   being   nothing.   she   is   terrible   at   managing   her   feelings.   too   emotional.   too   much   to   keep   in   line   for   long   extended   periods   of   time.   it’s   hard   to   say   what   is   it   about   it   this   time   around.   it’s   something   she’s   keeping   close   to   her   chest.   she   almost   doesn’t   want   to   talk.   bites   her   lips.   round   eyes   shift   from   staring   down   at   the   table   to   meet   eddie.   shakes   her   head.   scrunches   her   nose   and   closes   her   eyes   like   she   does   when   she’s   dismissing   something.   pushing   it   away   and   back   into   her   head.   “-it’s...fine.”   eddie   is   maybe   the   only   person   who   isn’t   involved   in   this   whole   mess,   in   this   whole   thing   that’s   clicking   in   her   head.   and   maybe   he   is   the   type   of   outsource   help   that   would   benefit   her.   maybe   hearing   him   out   would   help   in   some   way.   “-it’s   nothing,   really.   it’s   not   a   big   deal.”   and   she   sounds   unconvinced.   not   because   she   doesn’t   trust   eddie   she   just.   struggles   with   letting   people   in.   especially.   when   it   comes   to   this,   when   she’s   unsure.   she   pouts.  then  she  sighs.  “-   if   i   end   up   telling   you,   do   you   promise   not   to   say   anything   about   it?   i   mean   it.”   it’s   a   warning.   it’s   a   sign.   but   nancy   wouldn’t   do   it   if   she   didn’t   need   the   help.   or   just   someone   to   listen.   she’s   giving   eddie   a   chance.  

@munsontm​​

“why do you want to help me?” — sarah

nancy   wheeler   has   a   way   of   getting   herself   in   trouble.   usually   she   isn’t   alone   to   deal   with   it.   she   thinks,   well   no,   feels   that   although   it’s   not   the   smartest   move   it   is   perhaps   the   most   empathetic   one.   sarah   fier   needs   help,   and   nancy   wheeler   can   provide   some   sort   of   help.   and   in   the   middle   of   helping   she   can   also   get   to   the   bottom   of   this.   it’s   basically   a   win,   win   situation.   she   just   has   to   be   careful   on   how   to   approach   this.   she,   after   all,   is   a   stranger   to   sarah.   

“-well,   the   situation   is   much   more   complicated   than   you   might   think.”   she   starts.   looks   at   sarah   from   where   she   is   standing.   decides   then   to   sit   in   front   of   her.   levels   with   her.   “-and   if   you   aren’t   guilty   of   the   things   happening,   i   can   help   you   prove   that.   i   want   to   get   to   the   truth.”   it’s   never   fun,   doing   this.   but   if   she’s   not   doing   it   then   who   else   would?   

@musecraft​

𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝚆𝙸𝚂𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝚂𝙺𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙾𝚁, 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚁 𝙲𝚁𝚈 𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁.

IMPORTANT NOTES ABOUT MY PORTRAYAL, i write nancy as a trans (male to female) lesbian, meaning that she is a trans woman who is attracted to other women and female aligned people. i myself am a trans person, i will not tolerate any disrespect or transphobia. if you are weird about this aspect of my portrayal i will block you. if you are weird about her being a lesbian, i will also block you. also, any questions regarding her body and/or genitals will be blocked and ignored. unless we ship and headcanon and write about it you don’t need to know.

𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 

NO GODMODDING this is pretty self explanatory

I AM SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE that means that i will be selective of who i roleplay with, and will only thread with mutuals. this is to keep myself organized and efficient; however, everyone is welcome to send asks !

I SHIP CHEMISTRY and CHEMISTRY ONLY. i love shipping! however, please keep in mind my nancy is a lesbian. do not force ship with me. 

TRIGGERS WILL BE TAGGED  if you have any specific triggers let me know, i will tag them for you ! 

THIS BLOG WILL FEATURE A HEAVY TRIGGERING CONTENT since this blog is stranger things based, any trigger warnings on that material may occasionally apply ( triggers will be tagged as tw blood and cw blood ).

MUN IS 18+ however smut is not a priority on this blog, i do not see myself writing smut on this blog often but if done it will only be written with the people i feel comfortable with.

I DON’T CARE ABOUT REBLOG KARMA, but don’t use me as a meme resource !

IF YOUR CHARACTER HAS COMMITTED R*PE AND/OR S*XUAL  ABUSE OF ANY NATURE do not follow me this is a big trigger of mine, i will hardblock you. 

I WON’T TOLERATE untagged drama and callout posts, please tag them i don’t care about you reblogging or making them i just hate seeing them on my dash so any posts you do, please make sure it’s tagged so my blacklist catches it.