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“ have you consider not having the personality of like, a loaf of bread? ”

mun vs muse

brat one vs brat two

ANSWER     THE     FOLLOWING     FOR     YOUR     MUSE     SO     PEOPLE     KNOW     HOW     SHIPPING     WORKS     ON     YOUR     BLOG.

WHAT     IS     YOUR     OTP     FOR     YOUR     CHARACTER?: Well, in canon, it’s Nancy and Robin - I love them a lot from what I’ve developed with @buckleytm​ ! I’m sure I’d love Nancy and Barb if I got to explore it! Crossover-wise? Definitely Cher and Nancy with @lovsself​ ! They’re so fuckin cute! And also Nancy and Vada with @mainebitch​ !!

WHAT     ARE     YOU     WILLING     TO     WRITE     WHEN     IT     COMES     TO     SHIPPING?: I’m mostly down for everything I think? I headcanon Nancy as a lesbian but I’m happy to still explore her relationships with Steve and Jonathan, of course I wouldn’t write smut in that case? Smut with the lesbian ships are chill though. I love fluff and angst, the whole package so I’m quite open!

HOW     LARGE     DOES     THE     AGE     GAP     HAVE     TO     BE     TO     MAKE     IT     UNCOMFORTABLE?: I don’t think Nancy would really date anyone more than five years older than herself, as an adult at least. It doesn’t work with her character. I think it depends on the character? Obviously nothing fuckin’ weird.

ARE     YOU     SELECTIVE     WHEN     SHIPPING?: I can be. I like to kinda have a connection to the other writer first? Or at least have Nancy have some sort of connection to the other? I can’t really just throw her into any ship, whether its a canon character from her verse or not. 

HOW     FAR     DO     STEAMY     MOMENTS     HAVE     TO     GO     BEFORE     THEY     ARE     CONSIDERED     NS/FW?: I’m pretty chill with writing smut on the dash, I always tag it. That much is certain if you’ve seen my Eddie blog. I’m chill with writing on discord for such stuff if it makes my writing partner more comfortable!

WHO     ARE     THE     OTHER     CHARACTERS     YOU     SHIP     YOUR     CHARACTER     WITH?: I think I answered that in the first question rip... I think a fun thing to explore like Nancy and Carol as a ship? Or Nancy and  Tina... ‘cause Tina is a real cutie lets be honest. In crossover terms? I’d love to ship Nancy with Jackie or Donna from That 70s Show? 

DOES     ONE     HAVE     TO     ASK     TO     SHIP     WITH     YOU?: There’s no need to ask, maybe just message me about the interest? We can kinda discuss the ship, flesh it out a bit beforehand, you know? Just so there’s a bit of substance and not just going in blind

ARE     YOU     SHIP     OBSESSED     OR     SHIP     MORE-OR-LESS?: I fucking love ships, okay? Like, honestly, ships come first in my mind. It’s fun to explore them, fun to develop a connection between characters!

ARE     YOU     MULTISHIP?: Yes yes yes!  

WHAT     IS     YOUR     FAVOURITE     SHIP     IN     YOUR     CURRENT     FANDOM?: *whispers v quietly so nobody kills me* harringrove... keg stand boys are a close second, but that’s just harringrove with my boy tommy so??

FINALLY,     HOW     DOES     ONE     SHIP     WITH     YOU?: Just hit me the fuck up? I don’t bite! Pop me a message and be like ‘hi uh??? ur muse?? my muse?? smooches??’ you know??

“ you need to grow up . it’s time to grow up ”

“ suck my dick dry, wheeler-” it’s crude, ugly, to the offensive. but it happened, what billy fucking knew what was going to happen, he was gonna fuck it up and he did, blew it. entirely. companionship found in a bottle of jack and nothing else.  he flipped her off. proud of it even, too drunk to function. tipped over to the edge. big empty smile on his face. tears dried and gone. “-no one fucking asked you for your opinion, bitch. ”

🐀 - meme i lost lmao. / @oldestwheeler​​ /

                           @oldestwheeler​ ♥'d !

                  She’s    just    now    waking    up,    the    whole    side    of    her    hurts    like    hell,    hazel    orbs    remain    shut    for    a    few    seconds,    until    her    senses    alert    her    that    she    was    not    in    her    room,    or    any    of    her    sister’s    for    that    matter,    alarm.    Immediately,    the    ginger    sits    up,    a    mute    cry    falling    from    her    lips    as    she    clutches    her    side,    pain    shooting    up    and    making    her    feel    nauseous,    that’s    when    she    spots    the    brunette,    between    the    sleepy    haze    and    the    pain,    she    could    barely    make    out    her    face,    "    Nancy    ?    What    —    what    am    I    doing    here    ?    "    The    last    thing    she    remembered    was    screaming    at    her    sisters    to    hide    until    it    was    safe,    she’d    been    stabbed.    A    delicate    hand    settles    on    her    side,    wincing    when    her    fingers    grazed    the    bandages,    "    does    anyone    know    I’m    here    ?    Has    anyone    come    around    ?    "

“I know your type, Wheeler.” Admittedly has seen it all the time, pretty girls like that get far in life. Pretty girls like Nancy that come from the cul-de-sac’s in those rich neighborhoods often hide secrets don’t they? Billy’s seen it first hand, all the girls who like to keep the fact that they hold hands with their best friend under lunch tables– the girls who curl into themselves at night because dating boys just doesn’t feel right. Admittedly Billy is like that too but its so long been pushed down and bottled up he can no longer tell where the made up personality he made to protect himself ends and his real one begins. Perhaps there’s no difference anymore.

And the look that settles on her face makes his lips pull up into a smile. A pause then– long enough to flip the top on his cigarette carton and pull one out. “What? Did I offend you?” Scoffs, shaking his head as he puts the cigarette to his lips, and looks away from Nancy as he uses his left hand to shield the lighter flame as he lights his cigarette.

@oldestwheeler​ // starter

NANCY’S AT A LOSS FOR WORDS FOR ONCE, silenced by the hard-hitting TRUTH smacking her in the face. And, Billy hadn’t even stated what that truth was but that look in his eyes did, and Nancy was TRAPPED. Trapped in a battle of choosing to attempt to lie or just give in. And, well Nancy rarely gave in so her mouth opened soon enough, spouting a PROTECTIVE LIE to cover the basic facts of Nancy Wheeler’s little facade of a teenage life. She had to all but take a breath in to prepare herself to even speak. To address this. Fingers dropping from the current position of rubbing together nervously to fold over her chest. Eyes averting, refusing to give Billy anymore satisfaction from the almost fearful look in her eyes. “ Y-you don’t know what you’re talking about, Hargrove. I’m not ANY TYPE. ”

Gorgeous.    Nancy    was    the    most    beautiful    girl    she’d    ever    seen    in    her    life,    and    to    have    her    under    her,    blushing    and    whimpering    with    the    slightest    of    touches    ?    It    was    heavenly,    the    way    her    skin,    flawless    and    soft,    felt    under    her    fingertips    ?    It    took    everything    the    blonde    had    to    stop    herself    from    kissing    every    single    inch    of    her    body,    she    adored    her.    At    the    words,    dark    blue    eyes    flicker    to    her    face,    the    ghost    of    a    smirk    curls    on    angelic    features,    though    the    look    in    azure    orbs    reflected    anything    but.    Nimble    fingers,    delicate,    elegant,    they    push    the    other’s    thighs    apart,    soft    lips    pressing    against    the    sensitive    flesh    of    her    lover,    pinning    blonde    hair    behind    pink    colored    ears,    watching    the    brunette    through    half    lidded    lashes,    she    was    determined    to    make    Nancy    tremble    in    pleasure,    there    was    no    doubt    about    it,    soft    fingertips    traced    cotton    fabric,    almost    slipping    under    it    to    touch    slick    skin,    but    never    quite    doing    so,    moving    to    kiss    and    suckle    at    her    girlfriend’s    other    thigh,    satisfied    with    the    light    marks    left    upon    the    skin,    "    let    me    know    if    you    want    me    to    stop…    "    Words    are    soft    and    caring,    before    fingers    slip    under    the    innocent    cover    of    white    cotton,    drawing    circles    around    the    girl’s    clit,    carefully    watching    her    reactions,    for    Cher    herself    was    nervous,    Nancy    being    her    first    girlfriend.