[nancewheel3r]

𝘼𝙎𝙆 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙂𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 , 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 .

#𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙴𝙻𝟹𝚁 ; independent & selective 𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘠 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘙 , taken out of the stranger things verse & based in an apocalypse theme . this is a sideblog to couldfight .

temp rules & main verse under the cut .

MAIN VERSE ; set in the modern day , nancy leaves hawkins to go to university , leaving behind her family & best friend barbara . when the outbreaks start , she fights her way back to hawkins to see if her family are okay . while searching the town , she comes across the reanimated corpse of barbara & has to kill her .

1.   this   blog   is   very   selective   &   mutuals   only   .   if   we   aren’t   mutuals   ,   please   don’t   interact   with   my   posts   ,   it   just   makes   me   a   bit   uncomfortable   !   if   we   are   mutuals   ,   please   feel   free   to   spam   me   with   memes   &   reach   out   to   get   to   know   each   other   ooc   !   minors   please   do   not   interact   .

2.   my   replies   tend   to   be   one   to   two   paragraphs   .   i   don’t   tend   to   write   longer   replies   only   because   i   feel   like   i   ramble   too   much   &   i   get   paranoid   about   it   .   that   being   said   ,   i   do   put   lots   of   effort   into   each   interaction   &   will   never   reply   to   a   multiple   para   reply   with   a   sentense   starter   or   anything   like   that   .

3.   i   don’t   have   any   triggers   of   my   own   ,   but   will   tag   posts   with   trigger   tw   .   if   i   do   miss   a   tag   ,   please   feel   free   to   let   me   know   &   i’ll   rectify   it   asap   .   due to the nature of the universe , there will be dark themes featured on this blog .

4.   i will only ship when i'm comfortable ic & ooc . that being said , i do love a good ship . nancy is bisexual .

5.   graphics were made by november .

[babysitt3r]

fingers  twitched  as  he  saw  her  small  frame  ;  nancy  looked  exhausted  and  tired.  his  heart  felt  like  breaking  apart  only  witnessing  her  like  this,  when  steve  knew  her  much  differently.  eager  and  full  of  life  ;  always  curious  and  never  afraid  to  take  the  first  step.  and  then  the  outbreak  happened  and  took  so  much.

steve  was  about  to  offer  some  sort  of  comfort,  but  fell  back  into  silence  as  soon  as  nancy  spoke  up.  eyes  were  glued  to  her  face  and  sorrow  washed  over  his  own  face.  she  didn’t  find  them  ?  god,  he  didn’t  want  to  think  about  it  any  further.  steve  swallowed.  her  tears  tugged  at  his  heart  sharply  and  the  story  about  her  best  friend  –  his  stomach  turned  around.  “nance,  i’m  so  sorry  …”

it  was  when  words  didn’t  feel  like  enough  ;  the  tragedy  too  heavy  to  be  healed  by  words,  a  big  step  was  made  towards  nancy  and  arms  wrapped  around  her.  carefully.  gentle.  his  chin  rested  against  her  forehead  and  one  hand  loosely  placed  at  the  back  of  her  head.  “i’m  so  sorry.”  a  whisper,  drenched  in  compassion.  “we’re  going  to  find  your  family,  okay  ?  you  don’t  have  to  do  this  alone.”

[nancewheel3r]

she sees the look on his face & she wants to resent him for it . she's doesn't need anyone's pity . but it's steve . she looks away , blinking the tears from her eyes . she doesn't expect the hug ; body tenses as he steps closer to her , unresponsive for a moment as his arms wrap around her . but finally she lets out a shuddering breath & relaxes into the embrace .

that's when the tears fall , dripping on her cheeks while her face is hidden from him . how long has it been since she's seen him ? & somehow he hasn't changed . the fall of society has hardened something in nancy , but steve still appears to wear his heart on his sleeve . she'd liked that about him when they first met - even if she sometimes questioned the sincerity of his compliments thanks to his reputation at school .

❝ i know . ❞ she says about finding her family , managing to steady her voice as she pulls back from the hug . she dries her cheeks with her sleeve & looks up at him , searching his face . ❝ are you alone ? did ... did you find anyone ? ❞

[sunstvne-m-deactivated20241117]

nancy  standing  in  front  of  him  felt  surreal  and  unreal  ;  in  a  time  like  this,  plastered  with  death  and  fear,  they  found  each  other  in  this  brutal  chaos  ?  it  must  have  meant  something.  it  took  him  a  few  more  moments  to  realize,  weapon  dropping  already.  her  question  brought  steve  back  and  he  was  quick  to  shake  his  head.  there  wasn’t  a  scratch  on  him.  yes,  some  dirt  and  bruises,  sensitive  skin  and  hair  that  needed  tending,  but  no  wound,  bite  or  scratch.  

steve  put  his  collected  goods  down  and  ran  his  hand  through  the  messy  hair,  eyeing  her  gun  for  another  second.  “nancy,  i’m  good.  really.  you’re  …  you’re  safe  with  me.”  the  young  man  didn’t  know  what  to  do  and  put  his  gun  and  baseball  bat  down  as  well,  showing  her  that  he  was  indeed  serious.  “are  you  okay ?  do  you,  uh  …  do  you  need  anything ?  are  you  all  on  your  own ?  where  …  where  is  your  family ?”  tongue  and  mouth  faster  than  his  brain,  as  usual,  steve  finally  put  an  end  to  his  voice  and  cleared  his  throat.

[nancewheel3r]

tension is wound so tight that she feels like she might snap at the slightest touch . she dares not breathe until he confirms that he's unharmed & when he finally does , she feels her shoulders relax slightly , jaw unclenching as she finally lowers the gun .

bottom lip quivers at his questions . this whole time she's been alone , adrenaline has been so high she hasn't had time to think about anything . & now that he's asked , the weight of it all is almost enough to crush her , but she holds her tears in , forcing herself to remain strong .

❝ i haven't found them yet ... ❞ not yet , but she knows she will . she has to . she knows mike has played enough video games to keep them safe . ❝ when i got back , i found ... i found barb but - ❞ eyes sting as she tries to force the words out , ❝ i was too late - i had to - ❞ no matter how much she fights it , tears spring to her eyes as her mind replays the memory . ❝ i had to - ❞

[babysitt3r]

it  did  surprise  him  that  no  one  had  shot  him  yet  ;  he  was  practically  defenseless.  steve  would  do  anything  to  protect  the  children  and  that  was  what  kept  him  strong  and  unharmed  so  far.  his  mind  wasn’t  working  at  all  ;  his  body  merely  waiting  for  a  response  or  sound  that  would  yank  him  off  his  own  feet.

the  voice  should  have  sounded  familiar,  but  again,  his  brain  wasn’t  working.  steve  stumbled  backwards  when  the  door  opened  and  the  other  stepped  into  frame  (  gun  loaded  and  armed  at  him  )  .  .  .    shook  and  fear  was  washed  from  his  face  immediately  and  changed  into  confusion  and  relief.  “nancy  ?!  …  nance,  is  that  really  you  ?”

[nancewheel3r]

relief floods through her , but she can't bring herself to lower the weapon . ❝ are you bit ? scratched ? ❞ she needs to know , before their conversation goes any further . before she can really get her hopes up .

after finding barbara when she first arrived back in hawkins , she'd let go of any foolish beliefs that everyone she cared about would be just fine . she'd chastised herself for ever thinking like that - life was never that easy . but seeing steve , she can feel some of those hopes rising again . she just hopes she isn't too late this time .

[babysitt3r]

steve  and  a  couple  of  both,  teenagers  and  children,  have  found  shelter  in  an  abandoned  house.  it  wasn’t  much,  but  it  felt  like  a  safe  haven  and  the  young  man  felt  responsible  for  those  who  couldn’t  quite  protect  themselves.  and  so  steve  found  himself  looking  for  resources;  something  edible,  perhaps  some  clothes,  blankets  –  whatever  seemed  useful  he’d  take.  in  fact,  steve  was  so  focussed  on  gathering  as  much  as  one  arm  and  shoulder  could  carry,  he  didn’t  notice  someone  else  being  around.  the  voice,  ever  so  steady  and  out  of  nowhere  (  female  ?  )  made  him  flinch.  he  backed  away  from  the  door  immediately.

wait.  the  undead  don’t  warn  you.  “i  don’t  want  any  trouble,  okay  ?  i,  uh…  i  have  children  to  take  care  of.”  steve  cleared  his  throat;  he  sounded  unsure,  careful.  “i’m  not  going  to  hurt  you,  promise.”  he  eyed  the  closed  door  in  front  of  him.  “are  you  …  are  you  hurt  ?”

[nancewheel3r]

she has a white knuckled grip on her gun . she doesn't like using it in enclosed spaces like this - but she will , if she needs to . the voice sounds familiar , though her mind is moving too fast to place it . she falters at the mention of kids , but they could be lying . nancy has had a few runnings with less than honest people since the world fell apart .

❝ no . i'm going to open the door . ❞ best to get the confrontaton out of the way ; there's no other way out of the room . she's holding her breath as she slowly begins opening the door , gun still aimed . finally , she's face to face with the other & eyes widen with shock when no other than steve harrington is standing there . ❝ steve - i - ❞

[nancewheel3r]

a plotted starter for @stecvez-a !

the building has been silent the entire time she's been searching . she'd almost relaxed as she goes in & out of each room , searching drawers & cupboards to scavenge for whatever she can find . but now , she can hear someone - someone trying to be quiet . that rules out any of the undead .

quietly closing the door of the room she's currenlty in , she waits . she hopes that they'll just leave ; there's nothing exciting in here to keep anyone searching , but when she sees the door handle moving , she knows she has to confront them .

❝ step away from the door , ❞ voice is steady , assertive , the intruder still hidden behind the other side , ❝ i'm armed . ❞

[nancewheel3r]

little starter call !

[nancewheel3r]

little starter call !