𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝? 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭.

[dontretreat]

‎ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 from Stranger Things loved by Light. est 01.26.

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:

This blog is private, mutuals and 21+ only. Contains spoilers and mature themes. Canon divergence and the use of headcanons will be present. I'm comfortable writing with multiple portrayals of canon characters. I prefer to use icons and write at least one paragraph minimum, usually more. I will try my best to match.

I write Nancy as a closeted lesbian which is why she doesn't pursue a relationship after breaking up with Steve. Nancy was not romantically involved with Jonathan and sees him as one of her friends. I'm not looking to ship Nancy outside of my favourite for her. Please don't force a ship or I will have to block. Thanks for understanding.

Hey, I'm Light, she/her, 30+, GMT. I have autism and anxiety which can impact my social capabilities. My icons and edits are made by myself. My icon base is by supersources.

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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒:

ONE. 1983 / stranger things TWO. 1984 / stranger things 2 THREE. 1985 / stranger things 3 FOUR. 1986 / stranger things 4 FIVE. 1987 / stranger things 5 EPILOGUE. 1989 + / post stranger things 5 HTTYD. crossover / how to train your dragon (established with d4rkmoor.) SW. crossover / star wars (established with forcenexus & prvtocol.)

[dontretreat]

apologizing in advance for any notifications going wonky I'm updating my icons (hopefully for the last time now) and my autism ain't gonna let me not update my old posts with the new icons so...yeah please ignore if it says I've tagged you in something!

[robin-buckely]

NANCY WHEELER in STRANGER THINGS 5.01 | Chapter One: The Crawl

[prvtocol]

     The older one gets, the more effort it takes to keep in touch with friends. Upon return to Aargau after an overly busy semester on Coruscant, attending university and interning at the satellite branch of the Bank, Brienne felt a great need to keep Nancy in her contacts. Not so often do you meet someone in your social class who shares similar dreams of forging one’s own path. Of course, Brienne never truly intended to do so; the decision was less her own and more a matter of circumstance (the failure of her family to arrange a marriage with another Aargauun elite). Nancy’s bravery in joining the police academy furthered Brienne's courage to also pursue a career away from home. Now she’s here, and despite being on diverging career paths, she’s not willing to let Nancy go.

     “It is to be expected.” Brienne frowns, taking a seat at the small table on the veranda of a popular cafe in the Uscru District. “I’ve been well, still getting my bearings and settling into my apartment. I’m already considering renovating,” she admits, amused and secretly giddy to embrace the freedom of owning her own flat. “Once I have everything situated, you’ll have to come visit me." The remaining boxes to unpack need to be addressed first. "Where did you say your place was?”

[dontretreat]

Positioning  herself  opposite  Brienne  at  their  table  in the  busy  café,  Nancy’s  mind  shifted  out  of  focused  mode.  She  was  in  safe,  pleasant  company,  she  could  lower  her  guard.  The  respite  from  her stressful  yet  rewarding line  of  work  was  greatly  needed  and  appreciated.  Her  smile  hardly  wavered  as  her  friend  shared  details  of  her  living  situation. “How  are  you  finding  it?  Having  your  own  space?” There  was  something  liberating  about  establishing  a  home  that  was  just  yours  to  enjoy.

“I’d  love  that,”  Nancy  gratefully  accepted  the  offer, “I’m  looking  forward  to  seeing  what  you  do with the place.  I’d  offer  to  show  you  around  my  apartment  too  but … it’s  a  little  cramped  at  the  moment.” Nancy  hadn’t  long  since  moved  into  her  own  place. She'd been rooming  with  some  officers  she  befriended  during  training. “It’s  on  the  lower  levels,  my  superior  limited  access  to  where  we  could  move  to,  something  about  wanting  us  close  enough  to  our  assigned  sectors.” 

Glancing over  her  shoulder  to  ensure  no  other  patrons  could  overhear, she  playfully  leaned  across  the  table. “Just between us?  I  think  it’s  bullshit,  sounded  like  a  rule  he  made-up  on  the  spot.” Nancy  contemplated  what  she  was  in  the  mood  for,  probably  some  cream  tea  to  satisfy  her  sweet  tooth. “Hey,  so,  lunch  is  on  me  today,  to  say  thanks  for  coming  out  here  in  person.”

[weltenwellen]

Sally Wen Mao, from “Anna May Wong Dreams of Wong Kar-Wai”, Oculus

[dealtgod]

Steve twists the paper wrapping from his straw around his index finger as he mulls over Nancy's words. It feels surreal sitting here, just the two of them. For lunch. With no impending end-of-the-world crisis hanging in the balance between them. But there was one thing that was familiar about this. They were still hashing out plans together. And honestly? Steve thinks hashing out a plan to save the world is easier than hashing out a plan to get their lives back on track.

"Hey, woah there Nance," he murmurs, slicing his hand (the one with a paper wrapped index finger-- real stylish!) in the space between them. "Don't sell yourself short, all right?" He slides his ice-cold coke across the table, a silent offer for her to take a sip and soothe the burn from the coffee. "First of all, 'pretty good with a firearm' is the understatement of the century. Try 'unmatchable with a firearm,' yeah?" He lifts a brow, almost challenging her to protest. (Steve was there, too. He'd seen what she could do). "And so what if there's more to being an officer than just that? Any time something new gets thrown your way, you pick it up real fast."

Steve suddenly grows quiet when he realizes Nancy's attention is elsewhere. Which is a little odd, considering. Nancy was always the focused one in this friendship. It's Steve who gets distracted, his mind getting tangled up in words while his feet constantly move to make up for it. (As if to say when the words don't come as easily, at least he could always be there for everyone else. Running into the fray.) But today is different. Steve's eyes follow Nancy's gaze to the waitress at the counter. Oh, she's pretty cute. Oh. Something thumps up against Steve's brain, trying to snap him to attention. Nancy's kinda looking at the waitress in the same way he looks at guys.

He shifts a little in his seat when Nancy turns toward the window. He doesn't push. Just sort of lets it settle between them, his features softening a bit. It's okay. Then she hits him with the real tough questions and now Steve's stalling for time-- pulling the paper off his finger and rolling it into a ball before bouncing it toward the napkin holder. "Me? Figuring life out? C'mon, Nance." It's his usual response, the one where he always sells himself short. It's easier to be the one who does that first before everyone else gets the chance to do it to him. Hey, Dingus!!!! He's looking out through the window now, too, as if the world outside has the answers. "I mean... yeah I've been thinking about it, I guess." Steve shrugs. "I wanna do something to help kids. I think I'm good at that. It's just kinda hard to think about going back to normal." He shifts his gaze to Nancy. "Do we even know what normal is anymore?"

[dontretreat]

Steve’s  hand  gesture  did  the  trick,  cutting  into  her  self-doubt  with  one  swift  blow,  paper-wrapped  finger  and  all.  She  gratefully  took  the  cold  coke,  temporarily  abandoning  the  steaming  hot  coffee  in  front  of  her  in  favour  of  the  overflowing  cup  of  cold  fizzy  liquid,  soothing  the  burning  sensation  at  the  back  of  her  throat.  Under  different  circumstances  Nancy  would  have  tried  to  protest  his  observations  but  in  this  case  she  figured  there  wouldn’t  be  much  point.  @dealtgod was  wearing  that  look,  the  one  that  said  ‘ I  dare  you  to  argue  with  me  right  now,  I’m  ready  for  it ’ so  Nancy  didn’t  bite,  she  let  him  have  this  one  with  no  pushback  for  once. “Thanks,”  she  reached  to  hand  the  drink  back,  not  trusting  herself  to  slide  it  as  smoothly  as  he’d  done  -  those  kind  of  moves  took  real  practice. 

If  Steve  noticed  the  way  she’d  looked  at  the  waitress  he  didn’t  mention  it,  which  Nancy  was  secretly  thankful  for. That was  a  conversation  she  was  definitely  not  ready  to  have,  she  hadn’t  even  fully  had  it  with  herself  yet.  It  scared  her  to  acknowledge  those  feelings,  the  same  ones  she’d  been  pushing  down  for  years. Suppress,  ignore,  deny. The  window  wasn’t  going  to  save  them,  no  matter  how  hard  they  stared  out  of  it,  decisions  still  had  to  be  made  once  their  lunch  was  over.  The  world  was  waiting  for  them  out  there.  “Yeah,  the  more  I  think  about  it  the  more  I  wonder  if  normal  even  exists,”  Nancy  agreed  quietly,  her  steady  gaze  shifting  from  the  window  to  settle  on  Steve  with  a  small  smile. “But  maybe  that’s  the  point,  maybe  we’re  not  supposed  to  be  normal.” Kind  of  rich,  coming  from  you,  Wheeler.  “Or  maybe  I  have  no  idea  what  I’m  saying.” 

She  thought  about  it  then,  what  Steve  had  shared  with  her,  the  look  in  her  eyes  brightening  into  one  of  support. “You’d  be  amazing with  kids.  You’re  a  natural,  and  hey,  you  already  did  the  training,  right?  Keeping  all  those  nuggets  safe.”  She  could  never  stay  down  for  long,  not  with  Steve.  He  just  had  a  way  of  lifting  her  up,  helping  her  to  remember  who  she  was … who  she wanted to  be.  Steve  made  her  feel  a  little  bit  braver  and  sometimes  that  was  all  anyone  needed:  someone  to  believe  in  them. “How’s  this,”  Nancy’s  voice  had  taken  on  that  determined  edge  again, “we  make  a  promise,  to  each  other and to  ourselves.  I’ll  consider  accepting  Hopper’s  offer  and  you  look  into  finding  work  helping  kids.”

[dontretreat]

Nancy  was  stalling.  Dealing  with  the  assholes  at  the  Hawkins  Post  was  starting  to  wear  her  down,  no  matter  how  tough  she  thought  she  was.  She  wasn't a  quitter,  too  stubborn  to  give  them  the  satisfaction  of  seeing  they  were  getting  to  her,  but  that  didn’t  make  it  any  easier  to  find  the  motivation  to  show  up  for  her  scheduled  hours  of  belittling  and  mockery.  @andbreathe was  waiting  outside,  she’d  heard  his  car  pull  up  almost  ten  minutes  ago.  It  was  easier  to  hitch  a  ride  together,  considering  they  were  both  going  to  the  same  place. It  was  Jonathan’s  turn  to  carpool  this  week.  Lingering  in  front  of  the  mirror,  checking  her  hair  for  the  millionth time  that  morning,  Nancy  heard  a  horn  beep  outside.  Time  to  face  the  day  with  a  fake  smile  and  act  like  she  was  perfectly  happy  to  run  around  as  the  coffee  errand  girl.  Nancy  grabbed  her  bag  and  rushed  downstairs,  ignoring  her  mother’s  fussing  on  the  way  out  with  a  dismissive  goodbye. 

“  we're  already  late,   can  you  hurry?!  ”

Rolling  her  eyes  from  the  comment  aimed  at  her  through  the window  as  she  approached  the  car,  Nancy  gestured  with  her  hands,  making  a  shrugging  motion.  “Okay,  I’m  coming,  jeez.”  She  yanked  open  the  passenger  side,  securing  her  seatbelt  with  a  stony  look.  She  glanced at her  watch  to  make  sure  they  weren’t  late  enough  to  be  reprimanded.  “What’s  the  big  deal?  It’ll  be  fine,  we’ll  make  it.” 

[hopper-wheeler]

nancy worrying about/being protective of mike

[shadowedvales]

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝙾𝙳𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙷𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁'𝚂 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙲𝙰𝙱𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙼𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙰𝚉𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙻𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃⸻ heat drapes across the clearing in waves, turning the air thick with pine resin as bark bakes beneath the sun. the old dwelling sits crooked and weatherworn amongst it all, half-swallowed by wilderness, faded boards glowing amber in the light. the atmosphere is earthy and clean and strangely comforting; unlike the weapon locked in her palm. the gun had unsettled her at first touch. it looked too simple to hold such consequence; she remembers the sounds they made in the lab, in corridors, in nightmares. men with unseeing eyes carrying death casually at their hips. she is broken away from grave recollections as a firm hand rests upon her shoulder; what a feeling it still is, to be loved so fiercely. but her admiration for the girl more akin to a sister than friend fades rather fast as the mention of a moving target comes into play.

❛ moh - moving? ❜ she asks, voice shattering with nerves, croaking out in a stuttered mess. IT'S STILL TOO NEW, TOO DIFFICULT. there's no invisible force roaring from her pulse to save everyone at the last second, no certainty of her purpose, only flesh and fear. only being a girl in a dangerous world. perhaps nancy understood that better than anyone. (and if nancy believed in her, then surely she was capable...) ❛ okay. i will try. next. maybe not today? ❜ jane spent so much of her life being studied, controlled— very few simply saw her. mike tried, as did hopper. joyce loved her enough to crack herself open for it. but nancy fully realised jane's deepest terrors without making them smaller, and that mattered most... more than she knew how to express. she just wants to make her proud. ❛ bullets in x. ❜ she confirms her intended act in a whisper, letting it transfer from her head, and form into a physical manifestation.

she inhales slowly, arms already tense and remarkably heavy. the target looks quite small now. what if she could never do this properly? what if, absent of her abilities, she was nothing? the thought twists inside her, haunting each waking moment, and the unconscious ones, too. was she doomed to be forever weak? useless if not sacrificing every inch of herself until she was more machine than girl? she aims, pulls, and stumbles back instantly, heart crashing erratically against her ribs. the shot missed by several feet, and she stares at it in dismay, the recoil jolting painfully through her wrists. ❛ missed. ❜ nothing else needs to be said. with that in mind, she tries again. the following shot cracks through the endless expanse of sky and land. ANOTHER FAIL. the can wobbles violently but remains upright, so she lowers the gun, frustrated, far too hard on herself. ❛ shit! ❜ she's getting impatient, now. (don't let it get to you. try again.)

three minutes pass in weighted silence while she collects her shattered confidence, calms her fidgety fingers and shaky feet. she breathes in, and cold enters her lungs sharp as ice. she adjusts her stance in the fashion nancy taught: grip loose, legs apart, a straight, steady spine. the forest falls silent around them— whispering trees, drifting leaves, and only her heartbeat is heard. jane squeezes the trigger, squinting carefully. the gun roars, and the can launches up and away, spinning wildly off the log before vanishing. shock rushes through janessa so quickly it feels electric. ❛ i hit it, ❜ she mumbles, staring at the empty space where it taunted her mere seconds prior. something warm unfurls inside her; not pride exactly, but relief, a hint of possibility. a gleeful gaze veers to nancy, patient, encouraging, impossibly kind... gratitude hits her so hard it stings.

she stayed after the countless misses, every time giving up seemed like the easiest option, every complaint. NOBODY IN THE LAB TAUGHT HER THAT WAY; NOBODY THERE ALLOWED MISTAKES TO BE MISTAKES. ❛ see that?! i hit it! it's down. ❜ she practically squeals, grin stolen from starlight itself. ❛ i... i think i hit your x! ❜

[dontretreat]

Catching  the  hesitation  at  the  suggestion  of  a  moving  target,  Nancy  gave  a  nod,  not wanting to  push  Jane  too  hard  if  she  wasn’t  ready. “Sure,  we  can  save  that  for  next  time.” She’d  promised  no  corrections until  the  clip  was  completely  emptied  for  their  latest  target  practice.  For  their  first sessions  Nancy  would  call  things  out  per  shot,  reminders,  encouragement.  They  were  past  that  stage now,  Jane  didn’t  need  Nancy  to  provide  support,  she  was  figuring  out  how  to  support herself,  something  every  girl  should  learn  if  she  wanted  to  be  self-sufficient. 

Watching  @shadowedvales,  Nancy  could  see  the  growing  frustration  after  the  first  miss,  practically  hear  the  thoughts  invading  her  mind,  debilitating  lies  fed  to  the  brain, consumed so  often  that  it  couldn’t  determine  what  was  best for it anymore.  The  only  way  to  stop  the  lies  was  to  feed  it  the  opposite,  challenge  the  thoughts,  replace  them  with your own truth. Most  people  didn’t  bother  working  to  better  themselves,  they  just  let  the  pain  win,  let  the  bad  thoughts  block  out  the  light  but not  Jane. Nancy  kept  her  promise  not  to  intervene,  arms  folded,  fingers  digging  into her skin from  anticipation.  Pride  sat  comfortably  in  Nancy’s  chest  when  she  saw  how  Jane  collected  herself. There,  you’re  in  control,  nobody  else.   

Nancy  thought  back to  when  she  found  Jonathan  practicing  shooting  cans  in  the  woods,  the  only  advice  offered  to  her  when  she  took  a  turn: ‘ point  and  shoot ’.  It  felt  like  so  long  ago, another life. Here  she  was,  teaching  Jane  how  to  shoot better than  her  brother.  Her  breath held tight,  exhaled  the  second  the  next  shot  hit  the  X.  At  the  meeting  of  their  gazes  Nancy’s  expression  relaxed into  an accomplished  smile. “That  was  a  perfect  shot,  no  notes.” Her  attention  shifted towards  the  tree  stump  no  longer  balancing  a can on top of it,  palms  coming  to  rest  on  her  hips. “I  was  watching  you  the whole time.  You  corrected  your  posture,  like  we  talked  about.  How  was  it?  Did  you  feel  the  difference?”

[dontretreat]

Nancy  couldn’t  help  but  smile  slightly  at  Conrad’s  language,  how  openly  he  answered  what  could  have  been  a  question  taken  the  wrong  way.  It  was  refreshing,  to  say  the  least.  She  wasn’t  used  to  talking  to  guys  like  @apoprockindajock. Ever  since  she  started  hanging  out  with  Steve  she’d  found  herself  feeling  more  confident  about  approaching  people  outside  of  her typical social  circle, which  wasn’t  that  much  of  a  circle,  more  of  a  squiggly  line.  Barb  would definitely lecture  her  later  if  she  found  out  she’d  been  chatting  with  another sporty guy.  She  wasn’t  exactly  on  board  with  Nancy’s  shift  in  attention. 

“Just  wondering,”  Nancy  answered  cryptically,  holding  her  workbooks  closer  to  her  chest. “You  have  a  point.  If  you’re  gonna  compete  you  might  as  well  aim  to  win.” In  truth,  she’d  asked to  try  to  understand guys better. Maybe it’d  help  her  figure  out  more  about  Steve.  Totally  not  in  a ‘I  think  about  this  guy  way  too  much’  kind  of  way … Nancy  wasn’t  about  to  admit  her  true  motive,  Conrad  would  probably  think  she  was some kind of desperate virgin or something. “Yeah,  bumfuck  nowhere  really  sucks,”  she  agreed,  exhaling  an  amused  breath. “I  guess  we  have  different  ideas  of  fun.  I’m  not  into  sports  that  much.” ( continued. )

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MAKING DEMANDS ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around posing requests / demands. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )

memorize my coffee order, already!

quit fidgeting, you look suspicious.

stop comparing yourself, it's pointless.

give yourself a minute, [ name ]. you need rest.

don't move ... a single muscle.

can you teach me how to do that?

order room service – let's be lazy today.

pull out your ID, they card everyone here.

pack light, we'll be walking for awhile.

stop second guessing yourself.

don't say another word.

show me what you've been working on.

we're already late, can you hurry?!

we don't have time for this, [ name ].

just take the compliment, okay?

don't you dare just leave me here.

quit being so stubborn about this.

relax, i've got everything handled.

turn up the music! i love this song.

take my jacket, i'm not asking.

give me your hand, let's take a walk.

order whatever you want, it's my treat.

stop picking fights when you're tired.

meet me tonight ... our spot.

loosen up, quit being so serious all the time.

stay awake, you might have a concussion.

just let yourself be happy for once.

you have to stop sabotaging yourself.

tell me why you're really here.

drop your [ weapon / gun / knife ]!

quit trying to change the subject.

just breathe with me for a minute. in, out.

follow me and stay close.

just be yourself, [ name ]. that's all i want.

call me when you get home safe.

don't beg,  it's pathetic.

stop trying to fix everyone else's problems.

can you  [ tie / zip ]  this for me?

stop lying to me.  tell me what you did.

put that down,  you don't know what it is.

tell me what you're thinking right now.

stay quiet until i figure this out.

tell me something i don't know about you.

come dance with me.

get out of my sight.

wear the [ item ] i bought you tonight.

take my arm, those heels look dangerous.

let me drive – you can enjoy the scenery.

can you stop hovering?

wait ...! hold still, i want to take a picture.

keep your hands where i can see them.

stop pretending you know what's going on.

find a first-aid kit.  quickly!

you can't tell anyone what you saw.

take a nap, i'll wake you for dinner.

keep your voice down, they'll hear us.

don't you dare lie to me.

take the scenic route, we're not in a rush.

tell me a story from when you were little.

answer your phone when i call you.

give me your jacket, i'm freezing.

don't get yourself killed.

tell me what you see when you look at yourself.

tell me what you see when you look at me.

stop being so modest about your achievements!

leave them to me,  just go.

just admit that you love me.

just admit that you hate me.

come here,  let me look at you.

don't listen to them, they don't know what they're talking about.

[ name ],  don't make me do this.

drop your  [ weapon ].

stay here and wait for my signal.

don't just sit there,  move.

take this and run,  don't let anyone have it.

pretend you're my  [ partner / gf / bf ].

don't look , you'll give us away.

stay with me, don't drift off.

stop pretending like you care.

go make sure the coast is clear.

take this with you.  it's a good luck charm.

don't tell anyone about this.

if anybody asks about today,  lie.

stop looking at me like that.

tell me you love me.

just kiss me,  already.

talk to me in [ language ].

keep your eyes on the road.

stop crying and calm down.

give me one chance to explain.

come with me.  there's so much we could do.

wear the  [ dress / tie / item ]  i gave you tonight.

show me how you like to be touched.

hold my hand.

kiss me,  make it look real.

look at me.  how many fingers am i holding up?

[ name ] ... will you marry me?

just slow down for a minute.  what's going on?

take a deep breath,  you need to calm down.

get out of here,  [ name ]!

draw your weapon.

go rest.  i'm not asking.

take a step back.

keep your promise for once.

quit assuming you know what i'm thinking.

give me a straight answer.

be polite to our guests.

look me in the eye and say that again.

put your feelings aside for a moment.

keep close to me.

here,  let me see that.

look up at the sky.

run ... run and don't stop!

get out of here,  i don't want to see you right now.

stand up,  this isn't over yet.

close your eyes and count to ten.

keep your head down and keep moving.

[ name ],  let me past.

listen carefully to what i'm about to say.

don't just stare, come in.

stop laughing, this isn't funny.

take this and hide it from me.

don't make a sound.

the sidewalk is slippery, give me your hand.

quit causing problems everywhere you go.

just admit that you don't know what you're doing.

stop right there, i mean it.

don't say that name aloud.

just trust me, okay?

stop acting so childish.

call the police.  now.

tell me you love me, even if it's not real.

take a good hard look.

stop the car,  [ name ].

let me walk you to your [ door / car ].

almost done, just give me five more minutes!

don't make eye contact.

stay out of trouble.

let me see that beautiful smile again.

just do it already,  we've waited long enough.

hold me tight,  and never let me go.

finish what you started.

tell me what you know.

quit being so melodramatic.

just stay away from me.

turn around.  slowly.

don't be scared.

put it down before somebody gets hurt.

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending.

grab me my  [ item ],  will you?

don't make assumptions.

put this over it to stop the bleeding.

get to safety! i'll be right behind you!

stay the night, i hate sleeping alone.

wipe that look off your face.

keep an eye on them.

look at yourself in the mirror.

eat.  you haven't touched your food in days.

[emziess]

Natalia Dyer as Nancy Wheeler The Dive, Stranger Things

[dontretreat]

Grief  could  be  all-consuming, a  heavy  weight  tirelessly  pressing  down  on  every  part  of  you.  Nancy  knew  what  it  felt  like  to  lose  someone  important.  It  wasn’t  the  same,  she  didn’t  love  Barb  the  way @paladinstales loved  El  but  it  meant  she  could  relate,  at  least  in  some  small  part,  to  what  he  was  going  through.  They  hadn’t  spoken  about  what  happened  that  night,  not  really, not enough. Nancy  didn’t  want  to  push  Mike  too  hard  if  he  wasn’t  ready.  She  also  couldn’t  sit  back  and  watch  her  brother  fade  away  without  doing something. They  may  not  have  always  had  the  best  relationship,  they  used to argue a  lot  over  stupid  shit, like typical  siblings. None of that mattered anymore. What mattered was that Nancy would always  be  fiercely protective  of  her brother and she planned to be there, no matter what. She wouldn't disappear just because things were hard.

“Why  don’t  I  stay  anyway?  I don't have to be anywhere in the  morning.” Nancy  gave  a  casual  shrug  to  downplay  the  gesture. “If  you  can’t  sleep maybe  we  could hang  out.” It’d  been  a  long  time  since  Nancy  got  directly involved  with  Mike’s  hobbies,  especially  his  campaigns.  Mike  hadn’t  mentioned  D&D  in  a  while.  If  it’d  help  to  distract  him,  Nancy  was  willing  to  do  pretty  much  anything. “Might  even  be  able  to  get  you  to  eat,  that’s  sort  of  my  main  goal.  I’m  telling  you  that  so  you  have  a  head  start  to  prepare  for  how  annoying  I’m  gonna  be  about  it.” She  took  off  her  jacket,  tossing  it  onto  the  table  alongside  her  car  keys,  a  clear  indicator  that  Nancy  had  already  made  her  mind  up  about  staying. ( continued. )

[dontretreat]

Music  blasted  through  the  crowded  living  room  of  the  house  party  Nancy  let  Steve  drag  her  to,  laughter  and  conversations  drowned  out  by  all  the  noise.  He’d  meant  well  by  bringing  Nancy  along  and  as  much  as  she’d  tried  to  force  herself  to  have  a  good  time  on  the  outside,  on  the  inside  she  was miserable.  Every  flash  of  red  hair  or  glasses  in  the  crowd  made  her  feel  sick.  It  was  like  Barbara  was  haunting  her,  everywhere  she  went.  Nancy  figured  it  served  her  right  if  she  was.  It  was  her  fault  Barb  couldn’t  be  at  this  stupid  party  tonight.

Making  some  excuse  to  get  out  of  there,  Nancy  pushed  through  the  horde  of  drunk  partygoers  until  she  made  it  outside.  The  cold air  was  refreshing,  it  helped  her  remember  how  to  breathe.  Jumping  slightly,  Nancy  noticed  she  wasn’t alone.  @hawkinsfoster was  standing  nearby,  maybe  another  escapee  from  the  chaos  inside. “Thought  I  was  the  only  one  who  needed  to  get  away  from  whatever’s  going  on  in  there.” A  roar  of cheers and obnoxious  chanting  drifted  from  the  open  back  door.  Nancy  tried  not  to  cringe,  shrinking  further  into  the  darkness  outside. “Do  you  mind  if  I  stay  out  here  for  a  while?”

[dontretreat]

Your muse as a worm

Tagged: @apoprockindajock ♥︎ Tagging: @dealtgod , @hawklines , @freakarus , @shadowedvales , @forcenexus , @paladinstales , @sacredpyre , @prvtocol

[vahaemion]

aeron's rolling his eyes : "go on… i'm listening. convince me this disaster isn't somehow connected to you."

White  noise  was  the  only  thing  he  heard  as  his  cameras  were  rebooting.  Well,  almost  the  only  thing.  Nancy  Wheeler  stood  in  front  of  him  with  a  more  than  sure  attitude.  The  kind  he  completely  hated.  Because  it  offset  his.  Which  annoyed  him  to  the  point  of  yanking  her  into  his  apartment. Aeron  wasn't  used  to  answering  anyone.  He'd  been  alone  since  he  was  sixteen.  The  court  thought  he  was  mature  enough  to  handle  himself.  That  was  a  laughing  matter.  Acting  mature  and  actually  being  mature  were  two  different  things  in  his  book.  If  the  Mountain  Dew  cans  and  Cheetos  were  anything  to  go  by,  it  didn't  take  a  rocket  scientist  to  figure  out  how  far  from  the  judge's  ruling  he  was.  To  trick  the  court,  that  was  his  greatest  feat.  "I  don't  need  to  explain  myself."  Turning  in  his  seat,  he  faced  his  computer.  "What  are  those  things  anyway?  Nothing  in  the  government's  databases  mentions  those  things."

@dontretreat

[dontretreat]

Nancy  wasn’t  sure  if  she  was  walking  into  a  dead  end. Usually  she  could  trust  her  hunches  to  lead  her somewhere but  it  was  hard  to  listen  to  her  gut  when  memories  of  her  past  haunted  her  present.  She  exhaled  an  irritated  breath  when  Aeron  pulled  her  inside  his  apartment.  He  led  her  towards  his  computers,  pretty  good  tech,  surrounded  by  the  chaotic  evidence  of  the  junk  food  that  fuelled  his  brilliant,  if  not annoying,  mind. “That’s  because  there’s  not  supposed  to  be  any.” 

She  reached  into  her  jacket,  retrieving  some  blurry  photos  of  the  creatures  in  question.  Nancy  threw  them  on  his  desk  for  him  to  take  a  closer  look at.  Their  slender  bodies  were  taller  than  a  human,  limbs  elongated  with  sharp  claws.  They  almost  looked  headless,  their  flower-shaped  faces  folded  inward,  rows  of  teeth  encased  in  red  gums,  hidden  away  until  threatened.  A  few  of  the  photos  showed  them  baring  their  teeth,  faces  open.  The  sight  still  sent  a  shiver  down  her spine,  even  after  all  this  time. “The  thing  you  saw  last  night,  did  it  look  anything  like  this?” Nancy needed to know for certain what they were dealing with before she put Aeron's life at risk by revealing the truth of what they were.

[dontretreat]

When  tragedy  struck  Hawkins,  it  shouldn’t  have  come  as  a  shock.  After  everything  with  the  Upside  Down,  Nancy  thought  she’d  toughened  up over the last few years.  In  some  ways,  she  had  but  in  others … she  was  just  as  afraid  as  she’d  always  been.  She  couldn’t  get  the  latest  report  out  of  her  head,  the  update  where  the  investigation  finally  revealed  the  victim’s  name:  Chrissy  Cunningham.  It  made  Nancy  sick  to  her  stomach.  She  hadn’t  known  Chrissy  but  everyone  knew  who  she  was.  Queen  of  Hawkins  High,  prettiest  girl  in  the  year,  head  cheerleader,  dating  Jason  Carver,  seemingly  perfect  in  every  way.  If  there  was  one  thing  Nancy  had  learned,  it  was  that  nothing  was  ever  straightforward  when  it  came  to  unusual  deaths  in  this  town and nothing  was  ever  what  it  appeared  to  be.

Determined  to  find  out  who,  or  maybe  even  what,  was  responsible  for  Chrissy’s  gruesome  death,  Nancy  began  her  own  investigation,  without  telling  anyone  else  working  on  the  school  paper.  She  didn’t  want  them  asking  too  many  questions,  especially  about  the  supposed  'mall fire' that claimed all those lives.  Her  first  lead  was  to  find  out  more  about  Chrissy.  Naturally,  it  made  sense  to  track  down  her  friends  or  those  who  moved  in  similar  circles.  That  was  what  prompted  Nancy  to  dart  after  former  cheerleader,  Dottie Kline,  at  the  end  of  class  one  morning.

“Dottie,  hey!” Nancy  called  over  the  bell  and  the  chatter  of  voices  filling  into  the  packed  corridor. Nancy  wove  between  students  until  she  caught  up  to  @hawklines. “So  I  know  this  might  seem  like  an  unusual  request,” a bold one,  too,  considering  they’d  barely  exchanged  more  than  a  few  words  with  each  other until  now,  “but  do  you  have  a  few  minutes  to  talk?  It’s  -  ” glancing  over  her  shoulder  to  scout  for  listening  ears,  Nancy  turned  back  to  Dottie,  hoping  the  desperation  she  felt  on  the  inside  wasn’t  as  obvious  on  the  outside.  Her  voice  lowered,  tension  setting  in  her  shoulders  as  they  walked, “  -  it’s  about  Chrissy.”