#nancy wheeler IS a lesbian

[infinite-orangepeel]

*pst, pst* earth to nancy wheeler !! it’s her, she’s the gay girl who will

#imagine she writes this on the wall while steve is blabbing on the other side lol #robin buckley is the gf of my dreams #she is the loml #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #ronance fluff #ronance imagine #fruity four #stranger things #robin x nancy #robin x nancy headcanon #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #robin buckley headcanons #nancy wheeler headcanons #maya hawke #natalia dyer #scoops era robin

[powderblueblood]

please do something with nancy wheelr i miss my baby

-🧞‍♀️

SAVE ME FROM WHAT I WANT - nancy wheeler

author's note: my beautiful jean genie anon, i love you so much for asking for this and i hope to god you like it. this honestly maybe might be a prologue to something bigger i'm toying around with (spot the references l o l) but-- let's just get into it, shall we??? content warning: nancy wheeler being semi in denial about her sexuality, nancy wheeler is a lesbian, mentions of pussy eatin but no actual pussy eatin, references to complicated stancy and jancy, mention of parent illness, a little angst and a little fluff word count: 1.7k

The first time Nancy Wheeler kissed a girl was not a light bulb moment.

There were no choirs of angels singing, no great and fantastic revelation about who she is. 

Because it’s not like she hadn’t thought about it before.

Nancy, a student of the human scene, has entertained the curiosity the same way one might like, want to see what happens when they throw a watermelon off the top of an eleven story building. The fall and the impact will surely be thrilling, but then there’s the cleanup. Did you know it’s illegal to throw watermelons off buildings in most US states? So theoretically, if she were to throw the watermelon, she could always toss and run. But then she’d have to live with the guilt of not going back and owning up to her mess. It could have really hurt someone. Maybe it did! 

But the temptation to throw is still there. 

Anyway, she doesn’t think about it that much. So it’s fine. 

She only thought about it when her feminist lit professor paused at her desk, returning the paper she’d written about Gloria Steinem infiltrating the Playboy Club. Professor Gonzalez, who Nancy can’t quite bring herself to call Flo despite her insistence, has sleek black hair that tumbles over her shoulder like dark and deadly sand through an hourglass. It fell in a sheet then too, almost hitting Nancy in the face as Flo told her, “This is great. I know Gloria, and she would totally love this.” 

Despite Nancy’s best friend derisively protesting that Professor Gonzalez does not know Gloria, are you shitting me, Nancy entertains daydreams where she and Flo and Gloria Steinem meet up in a dark bar for a gorgeous, stimulating meeting of the minds. In some versions, Flo goes home first, leaving Nancy and Gloria alone. In other versions, the versions that throw heat on Nancy’s cheeks even just thinking about them, Gloria goes home first and Nancy and Flo are staring at each other through the brine-heavy buzz of dirty martinis. 

Nancy doesn’t even like dirty martinis. 

She discovered this at some dorm get together or another, where one of her similarly-affected-by-pretentiousness coursemates attempted to mix them. Badly, she assumed, because they tasted like crap. She winced on every sip. 

“Someone once told me these were supposed to taste like pussy,” her best friend had said from the common area couch, to which Nancy had snorted, Jesus!, a little gin and vermouth and brine coming out of her nose. 

“And?” That came from a girl in a smart ponytail, who was wearing smart suit slacks and a smart sweater in ultra smart, muted colors. She had taken a seat next to Nancy on the floor by the fire, and Nancy found herself awkwardly adjusting her off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. She should have dressed up for this, right? But these common room salons were always happening, and it felt like it was so hard to gauge the dress code. 

“How does that flavor profile match up?” 

Nancy realized that the low tone this girl was speaking in wasn’t meant for the room. It wasn’t even meant for her best friend, who’d posed the question. It was just meant for her. 

Ah, Nancy mouthed. “Um. I don’t know. I’ve never… tried it.”

Oh, the girl mouthed back, her head cocked toward her shoulder. “Maybe you should think about expanding your palate.” 

Nancy’s stomach had jumped and she had drunk the rest of her shitty martini way too fast. By the time she had figured it was time to head to bed, her head felt like it was floating a couple of inches above her neck, and she was hand-in-hand with the smart girl from the fire. 

Back slumping against the door in a clumsy stumble. Nancy giggled. The girl, who said her name was Sal, which Nancy thought was very glamorous, leaned against the door next to her. 

“I wish I dressed like you,” Nancy said, reaching out to finger the arm of her sweater. Cashmere. Something expensive. People were always wearing expensive things here. They looked so grown-up, so continental, compared to Nancy’s department store skirts and pastel shades. 

“We can swap outfits,” Sal hummed, the words coming from low in her throat as she tilted her head towards Nancy’s, “if your roommate isn’t home.”

Nancy Wheeler, even four crapshoot dirty martinis in, is not obtuse. Seeing double might make it a quadruple entendre, but she still knows one when she hears it. 

“I… have a boyfriend,” she’d whispered, almost into Sal’s mouth. That was, at the time, only half true. She and Steve were still navigating long distance in a post-Jonathan-breakup world. It wasn’t perfect yet, so no promises were made. But history weighed heavy on them.

Sal reached out to pluck at Nancy’s old sweatshirt, the one she’d cut the neck out of to make it drape around her shoulders like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. It was a comfort thing, an old blanket, a teddy bear. “A Hawkins Tiger, no doubt?”

“Used to be.” 

“And what does a Hawkins Tiger know about pussy?” This, Sal had whispered into the shell of her ear, arm tightening around her waist. Her lips met that spot of skin behind Nancy’s ears that she liked to have touched, how did Sal know that. Giggling lowly, Nancy tilted her head to meet Sal’s lips, the kiss so small and so delicate that it hardly felt like launching anything at all. No great pull, no absolute passionate urgency. 

Suddenly, as Sal flushed her chest against Nancy’s and deepened the kiss, she had a vision of splattered watermelon. 

Projectiles are so dangerous. 

“They know… more than you’d think,” Nancy said, and smiled, and slipped away from Sal and into the darkness of her bedroom. 

Better to be safe than sorry. 

The second time Nancy kissed a girl, she didn’t even look like herself. 

She had come stomping into her best friend’s off-campus apartment (this girl being one year her senior) with her makeup kit in hand, like she was cashing in a makeover coupon that was about to expire. “Please, help me out here. I need to– it needs to be different this time.”

Now, that statement could have meant anything; it being New Years Eve, which they were about to celebrate, it being the most recent iteration of her breakup with Steve, it being her entire vision of herself. 

Nancy was fashioned into a vixen of epically out-of-her skin proportions, but she loved it. And maybe it was the bottle of cheap champagne they’d indulged in while getting ready, but she couldn’t quit gazing at her sparkling sapphire eyelids, the dress with chains for straps draping over her lithe little frame, the body waves her perm had been gelled into. She felt so far away from the hardheaded provincial do-gooder she’d admonished herself for being, a tiny bumpkin of a fish in the humongous, rushing, risque pond of college life. She felt alive and mischievous, like a nymph, her blood sparkling in her veins like the bubbles in her coupe.  

She and her best friend set off out to a party, shivering against the sub-zero temperatures and whooping like hyenas all the way there. Arms linked, sharing what little body heat they had, their mood soon flatlined as they settled into the festivities– average college fare, you know, with all of their other friends already paired off for their New Years’ kisses. They were the only two single people there, it seemed– she, recently liberated and her best friend, taking her seasonal sabbatical from mistletoe-themed hookups. It reminds her too much of a boy she knew in high school, though she’d never admit that. 

But Nancy knows. And Nancy loves her, despite the collegiate wild streak that has alienated her a little bit. And Nancy wanted to show her as much. 

Before the countdown even began, Nancy entwined their glitter painted fingers and said, “Hey! Promise me something?”

“Anything, Pants.” 

“Promise me we’ll always be as fun as we are right now,” she said, beaming. “Promise that no matter what happens, we’ll never lose it.” 

Aw! her best friend had mouthed, and took Nancy’s heart-shaped face in her hands. She leaned in, lips pulling Nancy’s in. Like tulip petals, Nancy had thought, but hadn’t exactly known why. They kissed and kissed, as the countdown raged and the ball dropped into sparkling smithereens. And as she felt her best friend’s tongue try and brace against her lips, Nancy pulled away. They stood together, forehead-to-forehead, giggling again. 

When their bubbles finally flattened, they spent the rest of the night and much of the morning talking about what life would be like if they could be together– because as much as Nancy loved her, and as fun as kissing her was, it was no watermelon. “It was a gas,” her best friend said, in that Fitzgeraldian way she had about her. 

They would celebrate the anniversary of what could have been, if they only worked out every year after.

Her first year out of college, Nancy spent her nights praying for a thrill. Six months filled with pulling doubles at a college bar in Indianapolis, hospital rooms, speaking to doctors when her mother couldn’t, fighting against her brother’s sullen silences and explaining to her sister what remission meant. Misery metastasized into monotony. She started staring down watermelons at the market. 

And she knows that’s a terrible thing to say and think, but it’s true. Even with all the support she had from Steve, who never knew exactly what to do when she’d report on her father’s diminishing health with the cadence of a newscaster, or even the help she was getting from Eddie, who took her on as a roommate in his shithole apartment. He got her a job in that divey college bar so she could be closer to her family as they all fell apart, shuttling her back and forth to Hawkins in his van. He was a better sibling to Mike than she ever was, she thought. Mike certainly seemed to like him more. 

The first time Nancy Wheeler realizes she really, really, really wants to kiss a girl, she stinks of fryer grease and spilled beer. And she should have expected it.

Expected to see her, anyway. 

Steve had told her about it weeks ago, but she had smoked half a joint of Eddie’s without telling either of them and zoned out. Very unlike the Nancy Wheeler that Hawkins had once known. 

She should have expected to see her, but here she is. Like a shock to the system, a last alarm. Nervous hands curved around a glass of Pilsner. Baseball cap on backwards. Cheeks ruddy with the chill of the city. 

“Oh! Hey– hi, Robin.”

#powder room talk #Anonymous #n. wheeler by powder #nancy wheeler fic #nancy wheeler x reader #(if you squint 👀👀👀) #ronance fic #nancy wheeler IS a lesbian #blurbs

[ineffablelvrs]

stranger things and its gay lesbian siblings

#stranger things #this photo of mike is giving cringefail loser mike wheeler i had to use it #willel #why are there no photos of nancy and mike standing next to each other #lesbian el hopper #gay will byers #lesbian nancy wheeler #gay mike wheeler #byler #ronance #sapphic jancy #elmax #el hopper is a lesbian #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #mike wheeler is gay #will byers is gay #gay #lesbian #will byers #el hopper #nancy wheeler #mike wheeler

[goldrushenthusiast]

“Nancy wheeler has a big fat lesbian crush on Robin Buckley” I say into the mic. The crowd boos.

“no wait, she’s right” someone says behind me. It’s Natalia Dyer.

#Ronance #Ronance REAL #Nancy wheeler is a lesbian #lesbian #Nancy wheeler #stranger things

[tearsofperseides]

Ok so I just saw that Nancy has a collection of Robert Frost's poems in her bedroom so you know I will be adding "the road not travelled is an allegory for being gay" into my Nancy Wheeler is a lesbian argument

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #stranger things #i knew my girl liked poetry #i could feel it #ronance #nancy x robin #robin rambles

[the-jelliestbelly]

Robin: Did Nancy just tell me she loves me for the first time?

Steve: Yes, she did.

Robin: *panicking* And did I just do finger guns back!?!

Steve: Yes, you did.

#ronance #the fruity four #robin x nancy #nancy wheeler #nancy with a gun #robin buckley #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #nancy wheeler is bisexual #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin is a lesbian #Disaster lesbian Robin. #she's a mess #and i love her

[dontcallmeeds]

Since i have that one post still getting notes about my queer Nancy Wheeler takes lets breakdown the library scene!!! I know its been done but by a previously identified lesbian (now queer transman as I’ve always been) who grew up in a small town with adhd/asd who is a full blown Robin kinnie (but also understands Nancy pretty gd well)??? HEHEHEHE LETS GO!!!!

And when I say break it DOWN I mean BREAK IT THE FUCK DOWN!!!

When Robin goes with Nancy, Nancy seems to agree with her about the whole “oh you think we NEED you” man shit. But then she’s annoyed with her when they get to the library, we can take that as her also being annoying in the car and being into Steve still. But for the sake of this argument, what if Nancy realized she has a bit of a crush on her in the car. She’s passionate like Nancy, doesn’t matter if it’s in a different way, she’s fucking passionate and strongly opinionated. Like Nancy.

“Did I come off mean or condescending or something?” Robin and me are the same here, I’m horribly honest and I apologize constantly because its not that blunt honesty allistics say that they have, its genuine honesty. But when has Nance HAD THAT?! EVER?! Oh wait……..BARB. Yeah it’s always gonna go back to Barb. Barbara had GENUINE honesty and everyone else has lied to Nancy in some way and she’s also lied to people, so she doesn’t think Robin is seriously being truthful!!! She thinks she is being mean and condescending and its goddamn crushing her.

Okay the basement scene is most telling. Nancy is embarrassed she dragged Robin down there. Yes “nothing new” is fucking annoyed, she’s annoyed at herself. Imagine if Steve had gone with her and been in that scene. Now I love Steve, he’s my favorite character, but that would’ve been such a bad scene. She would’ve internalized her shit because Steve isn’t very book smart (i hate the whole Steve is dumb agenda as his number one fan, but he is smart and useful in OTHER ways). Robin fucking is. She’s goddamn brilliant like Nancy and I will die on that hill.

“I don’t know okay? It’s starting to seem like a big waste of time” dude she’s so pissed off at herself. That’s internal, not Robin annoyance. She’s mad she followed her journalistic instinct from the Wayne conversation and dragged someone else, specially Robin, into her hunch. Even though she ends up being the one who is most important in this path!!!

My FAVORITE piece of this scene is “you’re obviously bored, why don’t you call Steve?” The venom in her voice is not heterosexual. It feels like “why don’t you go call your fucking man” internalized shit because (more Barb shit) SHE LEFT BARB DOWNSTAIRS FOR STEVE!!! Broooooo pls your lesbian is showing, that jealousy is only jealousy I’ve seen in myself and other queer people who like women and are jealous of their fucking boyfriends. That level of jealousy was NOT “thats my ex and you’re dating him”. Her facial expressions are sooo fucking reminiscent of her brother’s here in the Rink-O-Mania scene :)))). Queer sibling shit its fine!!

Robin’s goddamn adhd is what fucks this whole thing up much like me being audhd fucks up many of my flirtationships (I’m not saying Robin isn’t audhd but this fandom is…a lot, mostly on twitter and tiktok but still). She mistakes Nancy’s upset with still having feelings for Steve. And I JUST saw a parallel between Nancy and Mike Wheeler that BLEW MY MIND. Someone said “the facial expressions between the six nuggets fantasy is with you convo and the surfer boy pizza convo look like they were going to hurt the other person’s feelings and then got interrupted”. Yup. Yeah YUP!!! I do not believe for a second Nancy still has Steve feelings. I think her fucking comphet was trying to play her for a fool when he took off his shirt in the lake. And Robin wants to be supportive so she gives Nancy that one look. ROBIN YOU GD IDIOT SHE WANTS YOU BRO!!!!

“You do know me and Steve are totally not a thing right?” “WHAT?!” Oh that speaks for its self Miss Wheeler LMAOOOO. It feels like for a moment Nancy realizes how dumb she’s being, that reaction wasn’t her guarding herself anymore. I think in the back of her mind she knows Robin is a lesbian. You can catch her absolutely feral and entertained smile when they pan to Robin coming down the stairs. Like BRO SHE THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. Like “of course Steve isn’t with you, dummy, you’re too hot and gay”.

“You’re like one of those unstoppable power couples” NANCY’S EXPRESSION TO THIS SAYS EVERYTHING I NEED TO FUCKING KNOW!!!!!!! I DON’T EVEN NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF HERE!!!! SHE WAS SO ANNOYED WITH THAT, SHE DOESN’T THINK SHE BELONGS WITH HIM AND ITS NOT BC OF STEVE LMAO.

But then the first “platonic with a capital P” we get from Robin…it started to feel like Robin realizes maybe subconsciously what is going on. Its softer. Its not very wingman of her at that point. It feels like “hey the door is wide open”. And how Nancy looks up from her searching but then flashes her that weird smile. Like “yeah okay I guess”.

“In case thats adding any tension between us” yall…..I’ve said this to girls I thought were straight and got that same weird crunched face look Nancy does because it was like a “you goddamn idiot the tension is because i wanna kiss you”. “It wasn’t” further proves my point, like Robin, the tension is because she wanna hit.

I want to tattoo the last look Nancy gives Robin on my body before they cut to them reeling The Weekly Watcher onto the machines, she thinks Robin is a goddamn genius and wants to kiss her on the mouth.

Nancy literally has to walk away when they make eye contact, same bestie.

Okay then the journalist possesses Nancy’s body when she realizes Robin isn’t mocking her so thats it for me reading into this. But Jesus Christ dude. If you watch Natalia’s interviews often like I do, dude that woman is OBSESSED with the queer ships of the show. Other actors have played their characters queer when its not scripted and we KNOW Natalia is gunning for a Ronance kiss. She’s Ronance’s biggest fan. She’s also a vocal Stonathan supporter which may not mean she doesn’t support Jancy, but she got so bored the last time someone asked her about the love triangle. And while I love Megan Thee Stallion and her love of ST…I was like girl do you watch the interviews??? LMAO.

I am becoming a bigger Ronance supporter than I am of my other ships which is BAFFLING. But I DO NOT THINK NANCY WHEELER IS STRAIGHT. I’m starting to fully FULLY believe she’s a lesbian not even gd bi dude.

#whoa buddy i did it again #i literally went off sorry LMAO #but but but but #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #i stand by this #stranger things #ronance #nancy wheeler #pro nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin buckley has adhd

[galwithalibrarycard]

Title: you’re in my veins (and i cannot get you out)

Author: galwithalibrarycard

Fandom: Stranger Things

Ship: Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley, Past Barb Holland/Nancy Wheeler

Tags: Mentions of other characters; Soulmates AU; Soulmarks; Grief; Character Study; No Dialogue; Lesbian Nancy Wheeler; Stranger Things Femslash Week; Temporary Jancy

Summary: Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate. Nancy Wheeler used to have one. A faded, near-invisible cursive letter B is all that remains, on Nancy's left wrist. She knows she'll never get another chance at that kind of connection again. It would have happened by now. The fact that her right wrist is starting to itch and burn, more and more, since a certain Robin Buckley came into her life? She can't deal with that right now. She has monsters to fight.

Word Count: 1765

Written for @strangerthingsfemslashweek Day 4: Soulmate AU.

#galwithalibrarycard fic tag #stranger things #ronance #stranger things femslash week #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #barb and robin were both her soulmates

[demobatman]

love ronance as much as the next guy but the only dynamic/content i Crave from them is nancys unrequited pining for robin. i know its dumb to say but i like to think in terms of canon/possible canon/realistically?? is what im trying to say, anyways, and the one thing i want from ronance is nancy getting close to robin as a female friend after a very long time of greiving her last and only girl friend, one, and two, nancy to see robin in a lesbian relationship with vickie (unbeknownst of course its the 80's) and getting jealous. then realizing she likes women without having to /be with/ robin. nancy deserves to learn about herself and grow outside of a romantic relationship and robin deserves to have a platonic female friend, And, her and steves relationship is far too strong, i think, for robin to even consider pursuing nancy. but they are cute!!!!!! i just appreciate them as unrequited more and think it might even be more productive.

#anyway this is my soap box #rambling.... #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #nancy wheeler is a lesbian

[bbg-mikewheeler]

i’m fr so conflicted bc lesbian nancy is so real to me but jancy is so beautiful aargrhrh

#ig this calls for bisexual nancy #but still #i’ve never shipped a character who i so truly belive to be a lesbian with a man #but like also ronance and jargyle is so true #what is this #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #nancy wheeler #ronance #jancy #jargyle #jonathan byers #stranger things #st4

[maddykomtrikru]

oh the homoeroticism of partaking in lesbian behavior in a church camp

#nancy wheeler is a lesbian #and i love that for her #she flirts by insulting #so true of her #ronance #robin buckley the love of my life fr

[infinite-orangepeel]

was looking for inspo for the next chapter of the ronance cottagecore fic and LOOK AT THESE WOMEN THEY WERE BORN TO FROLIC AND KISS IN NATURE

#this is gay #i’m gay #girls should be allowed to frolic and eat berries and kiss other girls whenever they so please #the lesbian agenda #peak lesbianism is living with your bestie in a cottage and making out between baking pies #ANYWAYS #ronance brainrot #ronance #robin buckley/nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #gay nancy wheeler #robin buckley #gay stranger things #ronance au #ronance fic #ronance fluff #ronance headcanon

[spavlson]

i believe in nancy and eddie bestfriendism so here's a headcanon:

nancy says she HATES metal. when eddie made the group listen to metallica, she immediately started acting all judgy about his music taste. but after they become close, whenever she goes to visit eddie, which is often, she waits for him to get her a drink and puts on his metallica record as discreetly as possible. if he asks about it, she’ll just say it was already playing when she came in. he pretends he doesn’t notice until metallica starts touring, and he invites her to come to a concert with him. she says yes enthusiastically before adding that it’s for his own safety

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler headcanon #nancy wheeler headcanons #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie muson and nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler and eddie munson #fruity four #the fruity four #fruity four headcanons #eddie and nancy #nancy and eddie #nancy is a secret metalhead #nancy loves metallica #eddie loves metallica #nancy and eddie go to metal concerts together #stranger things #stranger things headcanons

[ineffablelvrs]

look me in the eye and say they aren't girlfriends i dare you

#sapphic jancy is very real #stranger things #jancy #sapphic jancy #jonathan byers #nonbinary jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #byler #but the jancy byler haha #jk im tagging it as byler because i like u guys😊 #bisexual nancy wheeler #bi nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler is bi #lesbian nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #transfem jonathan byers #idk i like most hcs

[tearsofperseides]

The sapphic urge to write an in-depth essay on why Nancy Wheeler is a lesbian featuring accidental hints from the show

#nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #ronance #robin x nancy #robin and nancy #nancy x robin #stranger things

[the-jelliestbelly]

Robin: Due to personal reasons, I will be leaving Hawkins and moving to an undisclosed location. Max: Did Nancy say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? Robin: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

#ronance #robin buckley #robin stranger things #the fruity four #robin x nancy #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler is a lesbian #nancy wheeler is bisexual #Max and Nancy are besties #max stranger things