#nancy’s having her little crisis and i’m watching like

[luhrmannatural]

i’ve been attached to steve harrington for a while but i don’t think i realized how much until it hit me how strong of a possibility there is of him dying. i feel like throwing up

#i know i said i was gonna step away but this is so incomprehensible anyway idk i’ll figure out a balance #and i really want to talk about stranger things rn and none of my friends have finished yet 😔 #nancy’s having her little crisis and i’m watching like #okay well STEVE is still in the upside down who cares about nancy being possessed or whatever!! #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #emeto tw #a.txt

[morganski-19]

The One with the Child

Robin and Nancy walk into the café after a long day of work. Stopping when they see Jonathan sitting on the couch reading a book with a toddler sitting next to him, playing with a toy. They share a confused look before walking around the couch.

“Hey Jon,” Nancy leads.

Jonathan looks up from his book. “Oh, hey guys. How was work?”

“Uh, fine,” Nancy says, still confused. “Just one, tiny, quick question.”

“Whose child is that?” Robin points at the toddler looking up at them with big eyes.

“Oh, right, this is Argyle’s niece, Stella. He’s in the bathroom, so I’m watching her for a minute.”

Robin flops on the armchair. “Oh, thank God. I thought that was just a random kid.”

Jonathan gives her a weird look. “Did you think I just stole a child? What gave you the impression that I would do that?”

Robin shrugs. “Someone could have just left the child here. You don’t know. That happens. You would be surprised how many times Steve has had to stay afterschool to sit with a kid whose parent forgot to come pick them up.”

“To be fair, my mom did that a few times when I was a kid.” Nancy pulls one of the other chairs closer. “Only a few times though.”

“My mom did that too. Happens when you’re a single mom.”

Argyle comes back from the bathroom, hair braided down his back. “Hey dudes. You meet Stella?” He sits down on the couch, Stella grabbing his arm and hiding behind it. “She’s a bit shy.”

“Robin thought I stole her.”

Robin makes a high-pitched noise. “I did not. I thought you were picked by a lazy parent to be entrusted with their child. That is far different than stealing.”

“Still doesn’t make it any better.”

Robin rolls her eyes, getting up to go order a coffee at the bar.

“Which sister is Stella’s mom?” Nancy asks, trying to change the conversation.

Argyle tries to get Stella to loosen her grip on his arm but fails. “Julia. She has a job interview in the city today so I’m watching her.”

“And you brought her here?” Robin sits back down with her coffee.

“Hey, this is a family friendly establishment until seven and by then she will be back with her mom. She should be done soon to come pick her up.”

Eddie walks into the café, waving as he orders a coffee at the bar. Doing a double take when he sits down, eyes wide.

“I know I’ve only known you guys for like a year but none of you had a secret kid, right?”

“No, this is my sister’s kid. I’m watching her for a few hours.”

Eddie relaxes in his seat. “Oh, thank God. I could not have dealt with that twice in one week.”

Nancy perks up. “Twice?”

“Yeah, remember my buddy Jeff from high school. Apparently, him and his girl are expecting. Sent me into a whole crisis.”

“Oh, that’s why you were cleaning your room a few days ago.”

“I’m offended that’s why you think I was cleaning, but you’re correct.”

“Why were you having a crisis?” Robin asks over her coffee. “It’s not like we’re not at an age where people we know start having kids.”

Eddie makes a large gesture. “That’s why I was having a crisis. It was the first one of my friends that is taking that next step in life. While I’m still stuck between two jobs, not in a relationship, and a giant fucking mess. Sorry,” he apologizes to Argyle.

“She’s two, she doesn’t know what that word means,” Argyle assures.

Steve comes into the café and sits on the chair next to Eddie. Covering his face in his hands. “If I see another first grader, it’ll be too soon.”

“Bad day.” Robin gives him a sympathetic look.

Steve nods. “Three kids had to be sent to the nurse because they were sick. Three, like visibly sick. They shouldn’t have even been sent in at all. And then the rest were just on edge and didn’t want to settle down after recess. And.” He finally spots Stella on the couch. “One of your sister’s kids?”

Argyle nods. “Yeah. Her mom should be here soon, so don’t worry.”

“I said first graders for a reason. They are monsters. What’s her name?”

“Stella. Do you want to say hi?” he asks her. Stella gives Steve a small wave.

Steve melts a little bit. “You have just made my whole day, Stella.”

A woman who looks a little like Argyle walks into the café. Argyle notices her and stands, picking up Stella from the couch. “Hey, Jules. How was the interview?”

“Pretty good. Thanks for watching her again, I appreciate it.” She takes Stella out of Argyle’s arms. “Did you have a good time with Uncle Argyle?” Stella nods into her mother’s shoulder. “Hope she wasn’t too much trouble.”

Argyle shakes his head. “Not at all. Right Jon?”

“Yeah, not at all.”

Julia nods, finally realizing the rest of the group.

“Oh right, Julie, these are my friends. You’ve met some of them. Dudes, this is my sister Julia.”

The group gives a mix of greetings before going back to separate conversations. Julia says hello back before Argyle walks her out of the café.

“It was seriously no trouble watching her, it was nice to see her. And you.”

“I know. Wish I could stay more, but we got to get back.”

“If you need a place to stay, you can chill at our place. I’ll take the couch so you can have a bed.”

Julia shakes her head. “That sweet but I didn’t pack an overnight bag. If we leave now, we might make it before the next rush hour. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you and Jon.”

“Nonsense. You know you’re always welcome at our place.”

“When are you two finally going to cut the crap and get together already. The whole family’s been waiting for it.”

Argyle groans. “Tell me there’s not a betting pool.”

“You already know the answer to that.”

“Jesus. I’m not sure we even ever will. He’s like the first best friend I’ve ever had, I don’t want to lose him over some stupid feelings.”

Stella coos, grabbing at her mom’s hair. “We should go before she starts getting fussy. For what it’s worth, I don’t think you will. You might not believe me, but there’s more hope than you think there is. From an outsider’s perspective.”

“So, I can blame you when everything goes up in flames. Nice.” Julie gently slaps his arm. “Call me when you get back, alright.”

“I will. Wave goodbye to Uncle Argyle, Stella.”

“Bye, bye,” Steve whispers with a small wave.

Argyle smiles. “Bye, Stella. Nice seeing you both.”

They walk down the street to where Julia parked as Argyle returns to the café.

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417, @stevesbipanic, @fearieshadow, @eightpackdiaz, @au79burger @bookworm0690 , @practicallybegging, @potato-of-the-lord, @autumncrocusandladybug, @estrellami-1

#morgan's friends au #stranger things #stranger things au #friends au #argyle stranger things #jonathan byers #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #eddie munson #pre relationship #jargyle #steddie #ronance #argyle has siblings #i believe that he would #even though we know next to nothing about him in cannon #but he seems like the guy who has a bunch of siblings #i don't know why

[fragilecapric0rnn]

FRIENDS AU Part 2: The One Where Eddie Copes

[part one]

[cross-posted to ao3] || word count: 3.3k

Eddie doesn’t know how long it takes for his soul to return to his body. 

It left as soon as his eyes and brain fully registered that he was suddenly in the presence of his high school crush. Right here, in the flesh, sitting in the middle of his friends in The Jittery. He can’t help but consider the fact that he may have been the one to summon him with his pathetic cry for his ex-girlfriend just moments before the incident. 

The casual, ‘You remember Eddie? From high school?’ comment from Robin sucker-punched Eddie right in the chest. The eye contact and shy smile that followed nearly sent Eddie into some sort of stress-induced cardiac arrest. 

He hardly registers the barely coherent story that Steve is trying to tell. Eddie watches him bring a glass of water to his mouth with shaky hands and tries not to stare at his lips. 

“I’m confused.” Jonathan says as Eddie starts to regain consciousness.  

Memories of his repressed gay awakening circa-1985 come flooding back with a vengeance. Sitting in the bleachers during gym class, watching this same guy flick off his t-shirt, dripping in sweat, shit-talking his opponents, shoving them around a little too rough for a gym class game of basketball. 

He adjusts how he’s sitting in the chair, right now, in 1993. Beating away the thoughts from the Ghost of Horny Moments Past, pushing away the potential for any unexplainable chubs as he tries to sit and listen to the man himself ramble about God-knows-what, soaking wet like a pathetic little kitten in the coffee shop. 

He’s going to throw up. 

Or pass out. 

Possibly both.

Thankfully, everyone’s attention is on the runaway bride, too distracted to notice that he’s in crisis. 

“It makes perfect sense to me.” Argyle shrugs, handing Steve a giant ceramic cup. 

“Just run it by us one more time.” 

Steve takes a comically large sip from his mug, holds the coffee in his cheeks, making them puff out and Eddie is convinced that this is some sort of punishment for all of his mistakes. 

“You know, they always told me that cold feet are normal. That’s what they all say about  getting married, that you get cold feet. Well, I realized when I woke up this morning, after having a very vivid and intense dream about Harrison Ford, that maybe my feet were never really that warm to begin with, ya know?” 

Everyone is nodding, as if they do know. Nancy has her eyebrows knitted together, Robin looks a bit too amused, Jonathan looks confused, and Argyle is casually dipping his tea bag into his mug, like this is a normal thing unfolding in front of them.

“Look, I was in a frat in college. I am very comfortable with my sexuality or whatever and I didn’t let the dream sway any decision making at that moment.”

Eddie resists the urge to ask him what exactly this sexuality is. 

“So it wasn’t Harrison…” Nancy presses, her hand motioning as if to say, 'Please continue this batshit story.'

“It wasn’t him,” He takes a sip from his mug, the rest of the group inches closer. “It happened about 10 minutes later, when Lola was knocking on my door, standing there in tears.”

“Fuck,” Robin drags out the word, Jonathan lets out a low whistle.

“Turns out, she also had lukewarm feet throughout most of our relationship. She wanted to call it off. And that’s when I knew we had to. Because any normal fiance would’ve freaked the fuck out, right? Would’ve started begging or pleading or yelling or something! But I had nothing. Nothing but relief.” 

The collective air in the room deflates. 

“So, we devised a plan. We’d both get ready, business as usual. And I’d be the one to sneak out of the bathroom window in the groom’s suite. Before we realized it was on the second story of the hotel.” 

He shrugs, as Eddie studies his attire a little closer, seeing he does have twigs and a smattering of leaves on his now-discarded jacket.

“Steve, I know you’re vulnerable and whatever,” Robin says, pausing when Nancy smacks her arm. “But, why here? Why us?” Motioning between her and Nancy.

He chuckles, eyes now looking down into his cup. Eddie can't help but stare at this very odd man sitting in front of him.

“I don’t know. I guess it was mostly because I knew you lived in the city. But there’s another part of me that knew you’d understand. You were one of the only people I’ve ever met that tried understanding me for me. Not what you wanted me to be.” 

And that's, wow. Why on Earth would he say something like that? Now Eddie has to cope with the fact that not only is this dude still hot, he sounds sweet as hell. 

“C’mon, let’s get you up to the apartment.” 

He can’t cope. 

- 

“Mom, you’re gonna need to stop crying or hand the phone back to dad.” Steve pleads. He's been on the phone for about an hour at this point, everyone else scattered around Nancy's apartment, listening.

Eddie, most of the shock worn off by now, is sitting at Nancy’s kitchen table, eating a pie straight from the tin and unable to tear his eyes away from the train wreck that is Steve Harrington, still in his damp clothes, but stripped down to an undershirt and the tux pants and no shoes or socks.

Watches him keep tugging hard at his hair every time a muffled yell comes out of the phone, loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. 

No wonder this guy ran away. 

Robin sits backwards on the chair next to Eddie’s as Steve stumbles out of the window onto the terrace, where the rain has somewhat let up.  

“Do you think he’s gay?” He asks as soon as Steve is fully outside. 

“Definitely not straight." Robin plucks the fork from Eddie's hand.

Jonathan shrugs, sighing as he finally sets the change of clothes down on the table and takes a seat.. He has been holding a change of clothes from his apartment in his hands for at least a half hour, waiting for Steve to get off the phone with his parents. 

"I mean, who talks about Harrison Ford in the same breaths as explaining why you ran away from your wedding?” He says, stealing the fork from Robin. 

“I never think about Harrison Ford unless I’m watching him on tv. And even then I barely think about him.” 

“Does that answer your question?” 

Before Eddie can say, not really, his thoughts are interrupted by a commotion coming from the other side of the room where the bedroom doors are closed.

Nancy comes out of the spare room, curly hair frizzier than it had been on the way up the stairs from the coffee shop, rubbing her temples and pulling on her face as she joins the group in the living room. 

“Are they still arguing?” She asks, craning her neck to get a better look at him out on the terrace. He’s still gesturing wildly, doing a lot more yelling. 

“I think so?” Robin turns her head like a confused dog, watching him gesture wildly with his free hand. 

“One minute he’s telling his dad that he doesn’t want to live like him and then it sounds like his mom is crying, I think he talked to his old nanny at one point?” 

“His parents sound like a mess.” Eddie says, earning three different versions of a 'no-duh' look from his friends.

“Have you seen the apple? What kinda tree do you think it fell from?” Jonathan says, passing the fork back to Eddie, which is then snatched away by Nancy. She takes the pie tin from them, putting it back in the fridge. 

They can hear the window opening and Steve falling back inside, silent cursing to himself. 

“No dad, you listen!” All their heads snap in the direction of Steve. Once again, soaking wet. His face is red, his already big hair standing up in every direction, and an insane look on his eyes.

Are his pupils dilated?

“Fine! I don’t care, I don’t care anymore! Cut me off! I don’t care! You know what,” Steve struggles to get his wallet out of his pocket, pauses and just throws the wallet across the room. Muffled yelling comes from the phone. “I'm snapping my credit cards right fucking now!" 

"I’ll stay here, with Nancy and Robin and you can take that inheritance and shove it up your ass!” Steve hangs up the phone and throws it onto the loveseat next to him. 

No one moves. No one speaks. The air is still, but only for a moment.

“I think this is where the sitcom audience would clap.” Eddie forgot Argyle has been laying down on the couch this entire time. Steve’s red face suddenly looks sickly pale. 

"I think I'm gonna be sick."

Jonathan and Nancy hop up from their spots, Robin hands him a brown paper bag, and they guide him to the couch. Eddie watches this all unfold, lingering in the background. Not one for comfort, especially being the king of mommy and daddy issues, without the complicated mess of being a trust fund baby, he has nothing helpful to add. 

“It’s gonna be okay, just try taking deep breaths.” 

Steve nods, the paper bag inflating and deflating slower, but still rather fast. 

“Would it help if I sang a song?” 

The bag inflates and deflates even slower, everyone just sort of stares at Argyle. 

“Don’t worry, about a thing, because every little thing, is gonna be alright.” Steve slowly brings the paper bag down, rests his hand on Argyle’s forearm.  

“I think I’m okay now, thank you.” He visibly winces at the lackluster Bob Marley

“Don’t mention it, mon.” 

For some godforsaken reason, Steve looks right at Eddie as they make the same face, an eyebrow hiked up to their hairlines, the physical embodiment of a scoff without actually scoffing. All while making eye contact with each other. 

Eddie looks away quickly, jumping out of the chair so fast that it scrapes against the floor, startling everyone in the room. 

“What am I gonna do?” He sounds panicked. 

“We’re gonna help you figure it out,” Jonathan says, sat on the coffee table across from him. 

“You can stay here with me, Jonathan and Robin live across the hall, it’ll be fun.” Nancy is patting his arm. 

“But what about money? I have none of that!” 

“There are these things called jobs,” Eddie says, Nancy snaps her head around and damn-near snarls at him. Steve’s brown paper bag is back to inflating and deflating. 

The phone rings, saving Eddie from immediate doom via-Nancy Wheeler. 

Nancy looks at the time and is now the one to get up from her seat next to Steve like something bit her on the ass.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!”

“What's with all the shit, Wheeler?” Eddie asks, Nancy flipping him off as the phone continues to ring in her hand.

“I forgot to call Frank and cancel.”

“Who’s Frank?” 

“My date,” she says, immediately sending Eddie a scrunched up face and mouthing sorry.  

“Wait wait wait, Frank? As in, Frank the Creepy Paper Salesman?” Robin hops over the backside of the couch, falling into Nancy. The phone stops ringing. Nancy takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and looking up at the ceiling.

Creepy was a generous assessment of the piece of work that is Frank. Asking Nancy on dates ever since she started working at The Times, stopping by the office ad nauseam, so much so, he has become a regular fixture in the lore surrounding Nancy's office.

“Yes, that Frank.” 

“Is the dating well running that dry Nance? So dry you finally said yes to Frank the creepy paper salesman?” 

“Listen, he caught me in a momentary lapse of judgment.”

“Were you conscious during this lapse?” 

"Fully, I just. It's been a while since I'd been on a date and my mom would not stop pestering me about it on the phone literal minutes, seconds even, before Frank showed up to talk to my boss. So, when he did his usual creep routine of asking me out, I said yes."

“Was he as surprised as we are?” Eddie asks, Nancy nods, wincing. 

"And are you regretting the yes?"

"Fully!" 

The phone is ringing again. 

“Hello,” she answers, sounding like she has a congested nose. “Hi Frank, yeah, I’m not feeling that well. Yeah, maybe we can postpone. I’ll call you, yeah.” 

“I’m sorry Nancy, I know this was kinda my fault.” Steve’s voice continues to be muffled by the bag. 

“I can’t believe you thought I’d be upset about you going out with Frank the Creep.” Eddie sits back down in the kitchen chair. Is he really that fragile? Can his friends really not share their downfalls with him like they used to? 

“I don’t know! You freaked when Robin went on a date with Tam-” 

“Aht! Aht!” Robin waves her hands in the air, almost elbowing Steve. “We are not talking about my dating life. I am striking this down immediately!” 

“Point still stands, then. You’re still very upset about Michelle.” And the sound of her name feels like a cartoon anvil dropping inside of his stomach, dropping and dropping. 

“We are not gonna talk about Michelle right now.” He deadpans. 

“Who’s Michelle?” Steve asks, paper bag back in front of his face, inflating and deflating as he speaks.  All of the air has been kicked out of Eddie’s lungs. 

“Eddie’s ex,” Argyle whispers loudly, with no effort made to keep Eddie from hearing him. 

“We are not talking about Michelle right now!” Eddie yells. Everyone goes quiet. 

“Right now we are going to focus on getting Steve to stop breathing into a paper fucking bag!” 

To which they all look over at Steve, who is staring at everyone with wide eyes and the bag no longer dramatically inflating and deflating, just held to his mouth as he stares around the room. 

“I’m actually starting to feel a little better.” He says, into the bag. Inflating and deflating. 

-

-

-

Across the hall, Eddie has his feet kicked up on Jonathan and Robin’s couch, hands linked and resting on his stomach. His head in Robin’s lap and his feet on Jonthan’s lap, staring up at the ceiling where he can see a spaghetti stain splattered across the asbestos pattern. 

Jeopardy is playing in the background but none of them are paying attention. Argyle is sat on the floor, head close to Eddie’s as they all pass around a joint. 

“So, you let her take the TV, the bedroom set, and the living room set. What do you even have left at your place?” 

“Pots and pans?” 

“Dude,” Argyle blows a ring of smoke in the air. “That is so not cool.” He passes Eddie the joint.

“I felt bad. It’s my fault we’re in this situation.” 

“There are no faults, and yet you’re still punishing yourself.” Jonathan says, eyes glued to the TV, a familiar spacey look on his face. 

Argyle checks his watch and gets up from the floor, patting around his pockets. 

“Looks like it’s time for me to head out, Aunt Miriam is making midnight spaghetti and I wanna get there before her boyfriend eats all the garlic bread.” 

“Midnight spaghetti?” and “Your great aunt has a boyfriend?” are asked by Eddie and Robin respectively at the same time. 

“See ya man,” Jonathan yells as the door shuts behind him. 

Robin knocks on Eddie’s head lightly before pushing him off of her, stretching and yawning as she stands. 

“I’m gonna go raid Nance’s for some more beers,” He swings he feet off of Jonathan’s lap and stretches. 

“I’ll get your pillow and blankey situated,” Robin says. Eddie half turns to send her a salute before shutting the door, opening the one across the hall almost in one fell swoop. 

He doesn’t expect to see Steve still up, sitting at the same kitchen chair he spent most of the afternoon and evening in. Most of the color returned to face, a glass of wine and an open bottle on the table. 

“Hey,” He says, curious and careful

“Hi.” Steve smiles warmly at him, gesturing the bottle at him, Eddie takes it as an invitation. 

“You alright?” He grabs a wine glass from Nancy’s hanging glass rack. 

“Yeah, couldn’t sleep.” 

“Why? A lot on your mind?” Eddie takes the seat across form him. 

“You’re funny,” Steve fills Eddie’s glass. “I remember you being kinda funny in high school.” To that, Eddie fakes a dagger to the heart, startling Steve a bit, who is looking at Eddie with the same type of amusement that everyone looked at him with a few hours ago. 

“If seventeen-year-old-me heard you say that you remembered me at all from high school, there’d be an Eddie shaped hole in that door.” Eddie takes a swig from his wine, thanking whoever is in charge of the universe that it's red wine, giving him an explanation for the blush already blooming on his face. Well, a better explanation than a cute guy laughing at his silly jokes. 

“Of course I remember you, how could I forget all those lunchtime sermons about how cool and different you were and how lame and boring the rest of us were.” Steve says, not hiding how much it he seems to enjoy that the little walk down memory lane has started to make Eddie visibly cringe.

“Don’t remind me of that,” Eddie groans into his glass. 

“You seem a lot softer now.” 

Eddie drags his eyes up from where they were studying the knick in the the wood on the table, meeting Steve’s gaze. 

“You caught me at a soft time in my life, Harrington.”

“Right,” Steve leans back in his chair, brings his own glass to his lips, pausing to take a sip. “Your ex.” 

“Yep, my ex.” 

“Did she just, totally break your heart?” He asks, throwing Eddie off guard a bit. He didn't expect Steve to be so forward with his nosiness. Kinda respects it. 

“No, it was more like. I broke my own heart.” 

“What does that even mean?” 

He looks at Steve. Really looks at him, and can almost see the kindness actually spilling out of those pretty brown eyes, how he came to Robin and Nancy specifically to help him out, knowing that they would. 

“It means, I realized that she’s not really my type after all. After eight years together, I finally realized that I am g-” he clears his throat. 

“That I’m gay. No matter how much I love her, no amount is going to change the fact that I wasted both of our time.” 

Eddie can’t bear to look up at Steve, but feels his eyes on him. 

The glug glug sound of wine pouring out of the bottle breaks the silence, Eddie finally looks up. 

“You need it more than I do,” Steve says, taking a swig from the bottle, tipping it over the table to show that it’s now empty. 

This makes Eddie laugh. A full belly laugh that seems to be contagious, as Steve’s now laughing, a snort escaping his nose and mouth, making the two laugh even harder. 

“You guys, seriously?” Nancy comes out of her room, robe on and rollers in her hair. “Some of us have to work in the morning!” 

“Sorry Nance, we’ll keep it down.” 

“Sorry.” 

She looks at them, her face softens with look of mild bewilderment. Stands there for a few seconds longer than she otherwise would’ve, before wordlessly going back into her bedroom. 

“That reminds me, I need to get one of those.” Steve says as her door clicks shut. 

“One of what?” 

“A job, or something.” 

“I can put a good word in for you at a few places.” He says, taking a big gulp from the very full wine glass. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” 

He can’t help but think maybe, just maybe, he will be able to cope with Steve being around. 

#friends au #steddie #steddie fic #next updates will have more budding ronance #they deserve their own chapters! #sen writes #my fic #spicy six #spicy six au

[gods-favorite-autistic]

Rise of the Pink Ladies incorrect quotes

Its long as hell so imma put a post break here

~

Jane: I think we're missing something.

Olivia: Teamwork?

Cynthia: Cohesion?

Nancy: A general sense of what we’re doing?

~

Cynthia: Olivia isn’t answering her phone

Jane: I’ll call

Cynthia: Nancy and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-

Olivia: Hello?

~

Jane: *Gently taps table*

Olivia: *Taps back*

Cynthia: What are they doing?

Nancy: Morse code.

Jane: *Aggressively taps table*

Olivia: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

~

Jane: Dammit, Nancy!

Nancy: What?! It wasn’t me!

Jane: Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Cynthia!

Cynthia: Not me either.

Jane: Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Olivia: *whistles*

~

Cynthia: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Nancy: Not if they consent to it.

Olivia: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Jane: YES?!?

~

*Jane's helping Olivia out after she gets injured, while the others are watching*

Cynthia: How does Olivia look?

Nancy: A little better than you, actually

~

Jane: I think Nancy was right.

Olivia: I'm surprised she hasn’t marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Cynthia: She wouldn't do that.

Nancy: You're right, Cynthia. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Nancy: *turns around, the shirt she’s wearing says 'Nancy Told You So' on the back*

~

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Cynthia: Shit.

Olivia: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Jane: OH MY GOD NANCY FELL OFF!!!

~

Olivia: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Cynthia: Are we stealing them?

Nancy: New or used?

Olivia: Wonderful responses, both of you.

~

Cynthia: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Olivia: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Cynthia: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING NANCY WITH ME

Jane, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

~

Jane: *Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff* Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Olivia: Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Cynthia: I personally was created in a lab.

Nancy: I just straight up spawned lol.

~

Jane: Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Olivia: I don’t know how to do that.

Cynthia: I don’t wear a watch.

Nancy: Time is a construct.

~

Cynthia: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Nancy: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

~

Olivia: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming

Jane: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak

~

Cynthia, struggling to keep upright in her 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Olivia, pointing at her and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

~

Cynthia: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Nancy: *chugs entire bottle*

Nancy: It’s perfume.

~

Cynthia: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Jane: You're like 15 years old

Cynthia: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

~

Cynthia: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Jane: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Nancy: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God

~

Olivia: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Jane: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Olivia: Absolutely not.

(This could work with either sibling but I’m gay so you get gay people)

~

Cynthia: Top 30 reasons why Cynthia is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Olivia: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

~

Jane: So what’s for dinner?

Cynthia, staring at the food she just burnt: Regret

~

Jane: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Olivia: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Jane, desperately, as Olivia bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Olivia: Oh! B positive.

Jane: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Olivia:

~

Cynthia: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Nancy: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Cynthia: Jokes on you, I can't do math

~

Jane: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Cynthia: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

~

Olivia: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Cynthia: Thank you

Olivia: I didn't say that was a good thing

Cynthia: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

~

Jane: Okay, truth or dare?

Nancy: Truth

Jane: How many hours have you three slept this week?

Nancy:

Cynthia: ...Dare

Jane: Go to bed.

Olivia: I don’t like this game.

~

Olivia: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.

Jane: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?

Olivia: No! Four to five seconds!

Jane: Too late!!!

~

Cynthia: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Jane: I think you mean cards.

Cynthia, pulling knives out of her sleeves: No, I do not.

~

Jane: This is such a bad idea.

Nancy: Then why are you coming along?

Jane: One of us need to be able to talk the cops out of arresting us when this inevitably goes wrong.

~

Nancy: If I die, my funeral is going to be the biggest party ever and you’re all invited

Olivia: If?

Cynthia: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and she might not even die.

~

Jane, to Nancy: My life is in the hands of an idiot!

Nancy, motioning to herself and Cynthia: No no no no no, TWO idiots!

~

Cynthia: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Nancy: The car takes a screenshot.

Olivia: For the last time, get the fuck out.

~

Cynthia: If I accidentally sat on a voodoo doll of myself, would I be trapped forever in that position, doomed to starve to death?

Nancy: How am I supposed to know?

Olivia: You say, as if we don’t use you as a source of knowledge of the occult.

Nancy: *sighs*

Nancy: You wouldn't be trapped.

~

Store Worker: Would a Ms. Jane please come to the front desk?

Jane, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Nancy and Jane

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Nancy and Cynthia, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Jane: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

~

Jane: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Nancy: Okay, but in my defense, Cynthia bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

Jane: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

~

Cynthia: I told Olivia her ears flush when they lie.

Jane: Why?

Cynthia: Look.

Cynthia: Hey Olivia! Do you love us?

Olivia, covering her ears: No.

Jane:

~

*Cynthia and Nancy sitting in jail together*

Nancy: So who should we call?

Cynthia: I’d call Olivia, but I feel safer in jail

~

Cynthia: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Nancy: The cow???

Cynthia: What?

Jane: Nancy, W H Y?

~

Jane: We need a distraction.

Olivia: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Cynthia, whispering: My time has come

~

Cynthia: Hey, Olivia? Can I get some dating advice?

Olivia: Just because I’m with Jane doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

#nobody cares maddy #at this point that’s just gonna become my tag for this whole fandom #maddy says dumb stuff and no one listens #rise of the pink ladies #grease rise of the pink ladies #rotpl #cynthia zdunowski #jane facciano #nancy nakagawa #olivia valdovinos #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes generator #sorry this is long as hell

[nothing-hurts-here]

My favorite generated quotes- Fruity Four Edition 7 🍒🍉🍎🍓

Steve: Did Eddie just tell me he loved me for the first time?

Robin: Yeah, he did.

Steve: And did I just do finger guns back?

Robin: Yeah, you did.

***

Steve: Why doesn’t Eddie find me sexy when I bite my lip?

Nancy: What do you look like when you bite your lip?

Steve: *bites lip*

Nancy: ...Have you considered biting your bottom lip instead?

***

Nancy, watching Eddie do something stupid: Robin, you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Robin: Hell yeah! I'm gonna—

Nancy: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

***

Eddie: Robin gave me a get better soon card.

Nancy: That's sweet!

Eddie: I wasn't sick, she just thought I can do better.

***

Eddie: So... who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Nancy: We're chopsticks!

Steve: Well... that's cute!

Eddie: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly?

Robin: No, it means that if you take the other away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

***

Robin: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Steve, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

***

Steve: Do you mind if I slyly mention that you’re single?

Nancy: Do not do that.

Steve: You won’t even notice!

Robin, entering: Steve, you wanted to see me again?

Steve: Nancy's single

Nancy:

***

Eddie: When we met, Steve told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Robin: They are!

Eddie: FOR REAL?

Robin: No! Why did you fall for it again?

***

Robin: Nancy has no idea we're high.

Nancy: You’re high?

Robin: Oh, I’m sorry.

Robin, leaning over to Steve: Nancy has no idea we're high.

***

Robin, to Eddie: You have room temperature IQ.

Eddie: What's room temperature IQ?

Nancy: 73°

Eddie: Oh, okay.

Eddie: How much is that in IQ?

***

Computer: Please enter a password.

Eddie: *types in Steve*

Computer: Your password is too weak.

Eddie: How fucking DARE YOU-

***

Nancy: *double checking supplies in the boat* Compass. CB radio. Sunscreen.

Steve: Hot dog costumes!

Eddie: ...Sorry, what?

Steve: You know, in case we get lost at sea, and one of us, probably Robin, goes mad with hunger, we’ll put these on. Robin hates hot dogs, so she probably won’t eat us.

Nancy: Are you saying that Robin would rather eat us than hot dogs?

Robin: I do hate hot dogs.

***

*Steve and Eddie holding their baby*

Nancy: Oh God, I can’t believe some of us actually have one of these.

Robin: I know, I still am one of these.

***

Nancy: So... what’s goin’ on?

Robin: You want the long version or the short version?

Nancy, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Robin: Shit’s fucked.

Nancy: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

***

Eddie, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey, Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Nancy, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. You’re staying home and having my kids.

Steve: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Eddie: Playing systemic oppression.

***

Eddie: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Eddie: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Steve: I did?

Eddie: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today, love.

*walking away*

Steve:

Steve: He's gone Robin.

Robin, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in her mouth: Twankh uh!

***

Eddie: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it.

Eddie: Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Steve: What the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Eddie: Ominous positivity.

***

Eddie: Are you a masochist or a sadist?

Steve, confused: I’m a Taurus?

***

Nancy: What's gone wrong, Eddie?

Eddie: Hey! That’s one hell of a thing to say to a person. Just because I’m calling doesn’t mean there’s a crisis.

Nancy: That’s technically true, I suppose. Why are you calling?

Eddie: Well... There’s a crisis.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #incorrect steddie #incorrect ronance #ronance #nancy wheeler x robin buckley

[lesbianlotties]

Ronancetober Day 3: body/style swap

words: 907

happy steal your girlfriend's clothes day to those who celebrate <3

It started out like any other Friday. Nancy picked up Robin from work at Family Video, they waved Steve goodbye, and they made their way to Robin’s house, where they would watch a movie, have dinner, and fall asleep in each other’s arms. Robin’s parents spent most of the night out with friends, and rarely noticed Nancy was even there. During the entire drive from Family Video to Robin’s house, Robin went on an endless monologue, telling Nancy every little detail about her day. Nancy listened, she really did. She prided herself on seriously paying attention to everything Robin said. But, if she sometimes struggled to focus because her girlfriend just happened to look particularly attractive, who could blame her? Robin’s hair was a little messy, her clothes a little rumpled, her smile wide, and her eyes lively. Nancy had trouble keeping her eyes on the road ahead of them instead of on Robin’s slightly smudged eyeliner, the rings on her fingers, the exact way her blazer hung on her shoulders, and that stupid tie she wore to work that made Nancy feel completely brand new things in her gut.

By the time they made it to Robin’s house, and Robin held Nancy’s hand all the way from the car to the front door, and from the doorway to her bedroom, Nancy was a little dizzy, her head clouded with everything Robin. And still… there was a little thought pushing through at the back of her mind. A little spark of curiosity. She tried to push it down but, as it turned out, her girlfriend was a little too good at reading her like a book and, very soon, it would get out of Nancy’s hands.

Everything started when they finally made it to Robin’s bedroom. Robin immediately took off her vest, dropping it unceremoniously on the bed. It was part of their routine, Nancy watching enamored as Robin changed out of her work clothes for something more comfortable. Then she started undoing her tie, kicking off her shoes, back to fully taking off the tie, and she was only starting to unbutton her shirt when she turned around, stopped mid-sentence, and noticed Nancy already wearing her jacket. “You look cute,” Robin pointed out, smiling at Nancy, who wrapped herself even tighter in the piece of clothing that looked entirely too big on her.

“You think?” Nancy asked, squinting her eyes a little.

Robin’s head tilted to the side as she studied Nancy’s demeanor. It was far from unusual for Nancy to steal her jackets, her sweatshirts, her button-up shirts, her t-shirts… Anyway. The point was that Nancy’s question hit her as something important. With her shirt half unbuttoned, Robin walked toward Nancy, who had made herself comfortable on Robin’s bed, and she said, “Beautiful. In anything you could possibly want to wear. It’s a scientific fact, Wheeler.”

Nancy rolled her eyes in the way that Robin started to identify as fond or flustered instead of annoyed. “I don’t know, Robin,” Nancy said, shifting to the edge of the bed to play absentmindedly with the hem of Robin’s dress shirt. “I don’t think I could pull off your particular style.”

Nancy expected an argument, a passionate rant about how their styles were so different but she was still beautiful and worthy in Robin’s eyes, anything like that. She shouldn’t have been so surprised that Robin’s eyes sparked with mischief, her smirk lit up the room, and she gently tilted Nancy’s chin up to look at her and say, “Wanna try it out?”

Oh. There was no backing out of that.

The next hour was one of the most interesting of Nancy’s life. There were moments of hesitation, existential crisis, and embarrassment. There were moments of unbridled joy, fun, and desire for her girlfriend. It was an hour filled with Nancy saying “That’s not even your size, Robin.” “I feel ridiculous.” “No, I’m not saying I want it to be pink but…” “Baby, how on Earth did you get this hole on the shirt?” “I look like a twelve-year-old boy!” “I mean, it’s nice when you wear it but… are you sure?”

Eventually, they finally settled on an outfit. Robin’s clothes were still a little too long on Nancy, but that in itself added a little something to the overall effect. The baggy pants, the oversized jacket, the shirt Robin got in the men’s section of a store, including the less-delicate-than-Nancy’s-usual rings, the silver chain dangling from her neck, the different approach to make-up, the messy ponytail barely keeping her curls off her face. As Nancy stared at herself in the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, she couldn’t hide her shiver. Behind her, Robin stood in only sweatpants and an old t-shirt, effortlessly gorgeous, and staring at Nancy with so much adoration in her sweet blue eyes that Nancy couldn’t tell which one of them was closer to tears.

“I mean… it’s comfortable,” Nancy said, and a little disbelieving chuckle escaped her at the mere idea of going out, meeting her family, going to work, and the dreamy concept of proudly living a life guided by comfort first and foremost. This wasn’t exactly her… yet. But this fun little experiment was very rewarding. Especially considering the way Robin was looking at her, sneaking her arms around Nancy’s waist and kissing her exposed neck, mumbling about how hot Nancy looked like that. Yeah, definitely worth it.

#today's mood is hating robin and nancy because i want what they have. fuck u ronance how dare you guys be this cute <3 #ronance #ronancetober #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #st #stranger things fanfic #ronance fanfic #my fic

[sapphic-luthor]

different anon here but does your gf have any good lesbian media/book recs (since she read so many lesbian books in such a short amount of time lol)!!

gf said, and i quote,

“i’m going to take the rest of the day off to work on this list”

so without further ado, here is her short list of recs copied straight from her (and with my own comments in italics for the ones i know):

Okay! So here’s my book recommendations.

- Fingersmith by Sarah Waters. Loved this book, love all Sarah’s books (haven’t read the non-gay one though, sorry not sorry). Sarah is a great one for the twists and I enjoyed this one so much that I actually recommended the book to my mam and she also loved it. The story is gay + set in the 19th century + lady/handmaiden trope so what’s not to like. Also really recommend. For related media, there’s a BBC miniseries based off of it, and a film by Park Chan-wook called The Handmaiden, which is honest to god one of the best films ever made. It is harrowing, but it is brilliant.

- Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters. Again, gay + set in the 19th century. Explores the queer scene in Victorian London to its full extent. A real page turner. GREAT fun, a little dark at points, but good and raunchy.

- The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters. Gay + 1920s + yearning + tense + murder + dramatic. My recommendation when it comes to Sarah’s books is to give them time. Do not put them down because I promise you they will get GOOD.  Slowburn of slowburns. Gorgeous.

- Affinity by Sarah Waters. Gay + Victorian prison + disgraced spiritualist. Compared to the other three this one is actually a little bit… boring? You’re kinda waiting for something to happen for a long time but WHEN IT DOES boy is it worth it. And that part that’s worth waiting for actually made me want to read it again.

- The Night Watch by Sarah Waters. This was a bit like Affinity for me in that I was waiting for it to pick up a bit but once again, Sarah did not disappoint and I finished it wanting to read it again. The story is told backwards through third-person narrative, takes place in 1940s London during and after WWII and follows ‘Kay, Helen and Julia, three lesbians; Viv, a straight woman; and Duncan, her brother, whose sexuality is ambiguous.’

- One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston. This was my favourite book of 2021 because I read it as a baby gay and it’s set in modern times and is so full of life and found family and fun but also considers life for gay people in the 1970s and things that they didn’t often get to experience (loudly, at least). It tugged at my heart this one. For the “sort by top kudos” “filter for fluff” fanfic reader. Not really my style.

- This is How You Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone. This is the most beautiful book I’ve ever read. As Madeline Miller said, ‘this book has it all: treachery and love, lyricism and gritty action, existential crisis and space-opera scope, not to mention time travelling superagents.’ This story is truly gorgeous. Unbelievable. Not even words to describe how good this one in. Possibly my favourite read of all time.

- Afterlove by Tanya Byrne. This book made me cry! In…a good way? I’m not sure. But I enjoyed it. Set in modern day when MC dies and joins ‘a clan of fierce girl reapers who take the souls of the city’s dead to await their fate’ but can’t forget her first love who she’ll do anything to see again. This one just tugged at my heart a lot.

- Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon. Epic fantasy. Dragons. Follows many characters in GoT style so it requires A LOT of focus. This isn’t a light read but it’s very good (and a prequel is coming out in 2023). IF YOU LIKE FANTASY AT ALL READ THIS ONE IMMEDIATELY.

- Annie on my Mind by Nancy Garden. Okay this one will definitely not be the most well-written book you’ve ever read buuuuut there’s something VERY precious about it. It follows the relationship between two 17-year-old girls, Annie and Liza, in New York. As far as I know, when this book was published in 1982, it became the first YA novel ever to depict a main character’s same-sex relationship in a positive light. (In the 90s copies of this book were burned on the steps of a school in Kansas and there was a whole court case about it).

- Gideon the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth and Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. Oh these are great. I was about 100 pages in to the first two before I could grasp what was going on but the story is intriguing, the characters are great, there’s good humour, and the world is fascinating. The first one, Gideon, is almost like Hunger Games meets Cluedo. I’d highly recommend these and I can’t wait until my gf reads them so I can talk to her about them.

- Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour. This one is a nice, light read. MC is interning as a set designer so I found this aspect of it really interesting actually. Has some mystery, some gay love, so like why not read it.

- Matrix by Lauren Groff. ‘Born from a long line of female warriors and crusaders, and cast out from the royal court, Marie is sent to become the prioress of an abbey.’ This is a bit of a dreary, grey read (probably due to the setting and period, think Wuthering Heights), but there was something about it that fascinated me and kept drawing me back in.

- The Falling in Love Montage by Ciara Smyth. Lesbian rom-com set in modern Ireland. Very light, easy read (with some serious topics too).

- Not my Problem by Ciara Smyth. Again, a very light and easy read for the most part, with a touch on some heavier issues. Quite funny too!

- Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo. Set in 1950s America and tells the story of Lily Hu, a teenage daughter of Chinese immigrants as she begins to explore her sexuality. This time period was really interesting and the incorporation of Chinese culture into the story was something I hadn’t read before.

#mine #book recommendations #personal #answered #anonymous

[berenwrites]

Beyond the Battle - Chapter 27 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

Also on AO3

Chapter 27.    What Now?

Everyone was kind enough not to bombard Steve with questions as Eddie helped him up and into his parent’s ensuite bathroom to clean up.

“So, how are you really feeling?” Eddie asked, hovering close by as he washed the blood off his hands and face.

“Kind of wild,” he admitted, leaning on the sink, and letting everything turn over in his mind.

Yes, he had helped Eddie, Hopper, and Max, but this had been a whole other experience. The others had all been slower for a start, and this had felt so much more urgent, so immediate.

“It was kind of wild to watch,” Eddie told him, stepping up behind him and placing a hand on his back. “Nancy was so pale, like she was already dead, and she came back to life under your hands. Birdie is right, it is amazing.”

“I still don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, watching the last of the bloody water circle the drain.

“Yeah, you do,” Eddie said, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “You might not fully understand it, but I don’t fully understand how my van works, but I can still fix it.”

“Debateable,” Steve replied automatically, and Eddie scoffed at him.

He wasn’t sure he quite believed that, but they were in yet another crisis, so he pushed his doubts down.

“Did you explain everything to my mom, Wayne and your guys?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and picking up the soap to clean where the blood had soaked through.

“Hmmm,” was all that came back.

“Eds?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Eddie said, blinking and giving him a coy little smile, “got distracted. Give a guy some warning if you’re gonna rip your top off. Yes, they’ve all had Upside Down 101 and I explained about me and how I’m not dead too. Your mom is one formidable lady, I think Owens is in so much trouble when she gets her hands on him. When Robin gave her the rundown on Starcourt and the Russians, your mom looked like she was ready to kill. And I think Wayne is just glad to have an explanation for all the weird shit that’s been going on. Gareth, Jeff, and Frank look about how I felt when I learned about all this shit too.”

“And are you okay?” Steve asked as he splashed water to rinse off. “Can’t have been easy explaining where you really were.”

“There might have been a bit of manly crying,” Eddie said, trying to play it off with humour, but Steve could see how hard it had been. “And manly hugging too.”

“Well, as long as it was manly,” he replied in kind, but leaned over and pecked Eddie on the cheek at the same time. “I’d give you a manly hug too,” he added, “but I’m all wet.”

“No fair, Harrington,” Eddie complained, “you can’t promise me things like that and not deliver. And how did you manage to make this about me? I’m sure we were talking about you.”

“Yeah, well, we can do the heart to heart later, we’ve got a crisis to deal with right now,” he replied, refusing to dwell on things. “Can you find me a shirt, please?”

“No problem,” Eddie said and disappeared before Steve could suggest where to look.

Steve went back to cleaning up. He was towelling off when Eddie returned, flushed and breathing hard, clearly having been running. He laughed when he saw the shirt Eddie handed him.

“Y’know, my dad has clothes in the room just outside this door,” he said, but pulled on the band Tee Eddie had grabbed.

“Didn’t think of that,” Eddie said unrepentantly, “and your room is off limits, so you’ll just have to bow to the metal.”

“You just like me in your clothes,” Steve complained, even as he grabbed Eddie by the front of his shirt and gently pulled him closer. “Only for you.”

Eddie looped his arms around Steve’s shoulders as Steve leaned in for a proper kiss this time.

“You had me dressed in your clothes for days,” Eddie said into the kiss. “Turnaround is fair play.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” he agreed at which point his stomach gave an almighty growl and killed the moment.

“Come on,” Eddie said, “you need to refuel.”

When they walked out of the downstairs bedroom, the first thing Steve saw was Nancy sitting up, wearing a shirt that was way too big for her and clutching a mug.

“Nancy,” he said, giving her a pleased smile, “how are you feeling?”

What he really didn’t expect was for her to abandon the mug on the coffee table and launch at him, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Hey, you’re okay,” he said, wrapping her in his arms as she cried into his shoulder.

He had become so used to Nancy being the put-together one in a crisis that he wasn’t quite sure what to do. That and the fact he was feeling somewhat lightheaded did not help him process. He might also have swayed a bit.

“Okay, right, let’s move the hugging to the couch before you both fall down,” Joyce said from somewhere close.

Not being the complete idiot some of his friends thought he was, Steve went with it when a couple of pairs of hands steered them into empty seats.

“Sorry,” Nancy said, pulling back. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied because he had no idea what else to say. “Sorry about the blouse.”

Nancy let out a short, loud laugh even though she was still crying.

“I think it was ruined anyway,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Group hug,” Dustin yelled, and Steve just braced for impact.

It was silly and crazy, but the tangle of limbs seemed to be just what everyone needed. For a while Steve just let himself enjoy it. They had a mystery to solve and yet more danger to deal with, but celebrating the small victory was good for them.

“Okay, okay, enough,” Eddie’s voice finally cut through the chaos. “Steve and Nancy need to eat, like right now.”

The kids backed off, except Mike who stayed glued to his sister’s side perched on the arm of the couch. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little exposed. Now there was nothing between him and where his mom was standing to the side. When a plateful of mac-n-cheese was thrust into his hands he held it almost like a shield. His mom, usually so perfectly put together, even when she was being casual, looked like she might have been crying. Eddie hadn’t mentioned that.

“Okay, Mom?” he asked as that slowly sank in.

She gave him a tight smile and nodded, although her eyes looked kind of shiny. He patted the third seat on the couch in invitation. When she sat down, she reached out and pulled him in for a quick one arm hug.

“You should eat, Darling,” she told him.

He nodded, but couldn’t quite manage it straight away. For a few moments he searched her face, trying to read how she was reacting.

“You doing okay?” he asked, ignoring everything going on around them for a while.

“Steve, that should be my line,” his mom said seriously.

“Yeah, but you only just found out about all this,” he replied. “It’s a lot.”

“And if everything I have been told is true,” his mom countered, “you found out about this a week and a half ago.”

Steve did a mental calculation in his head and realised it was true. It felt so weird to realise that. He was still getting used to the idea, still adjusting, but it had been such a huge change it seemed like longer ago.

“I guess,” he replied.

“And you’ve been dealing with all this without being able to tell me or your father since you were sixteen,” his mom added and there was the fire Eddie had mentioned.

“Way older than most of the kids,” he pointed out.

“Steven,” his mother said in a tone that begged no argument, “that does not make it any better. The government made children sign NDAs, which is more than simply illegal. And they did it by blackmailing you all.”

He could tell his mother was incensed.

“Mom,” he said, placing a hand over hers, “are you okay?”

He knew a deflection when he saw it because he’d used more than a few of them himself. No doubt his mother was not about to let the matter drop, but it was not the time.

“Yes,” she replied, taking a deep breath, “I am just very, very angry.”

That would do for the time being.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “just very, very hungry.”

That managed to get a smile out of her. They were going to have to talk, probably for a long while, but with the crisis going on, it was not the time.

“Then eat,” his mom said, giving him a very small smile.

He smiled back and did as he was told. When Robin presented him with one of his shakes, he’d written the recipe down for cases of emergency, he could have kissed her. Instead, he ate his mac and cheese and sipped at the shake like it was ambrosia.

He was still eating when Hopper called for everyone’s attention.

“We need to figure this out,” the older man said.

Everyone who’d been through the Upside Down was sitting around nodding in a resigned way, his mom, Wayne and the Corroded Coffin guys appeared to be doing their best not to simply freak out.

“Nancy, you said you thought you were being followed,” Hopper said. “For how long?”

“I noticed something yesterday,” Nancy replied, placing her fork back in her bowl, “but it wasn’t until today I decided it wasn’t me being paranoid. Today it was two men in dark clothes in a car. I ditched them and came to you.”

Steve was impressed with how calmly she managed to recount the information. That she had successfully ditched a surveillance team was also pretty metal, as Eddie would no doubt describe it.

“Has anyone else seen anything suspicious?” Hopper asked next.

“There was a weird guy in the store when I went to pick up groceries yesterday,” Steve said as he thought about it. “He could just have been security though. I didn’t notice anyone following me back to town, and I always check because of Eddie.”

It had become a habit since Eddie began living with him. His house was far enough back from the road that no one could see into it without coming up the drive, but he liked to be sure.

Everyone else just made vague, inconclusive noises.

“I’ve heard everyone talk about Doctor Owens,” Eddie spoke up. “Could this be him?”

“Not likely,” Joyce said.

“He would not do this,” El agreed. “If he had wished to kill me, it would have been far easier when I was trapped in the Void. It is more likely the men who killed Papa.”

“The ones who tried to arrest us after the final battle,” Dustin piped up.

“They did what?” Steve’s mom asked.

“After El finished off Vecna, all these men in black uniforms appeared and wanted to take El away,” Lucas revealed.

“Only Dr Owens showing up with his own people with guns stopped them,” Will added.

Steve could see his mom adding more to her mental list.

“But why now?” Mike asked. “Why not when they first let us all go home?”

“Because the bureaucratic fighting is over,” Hopper said, staring at the ceiling and closing his eyes for a moment as if he thought he’d been an idiot.

“What do you mean?” Steve’s mom asked.

“Sam, uh, Doctor Owens offered me the job at the lab the day before yesterday,” Hopper revealed, “and he said it was because he’d finally made sure everything was settled and he was back in charge for good. If this black-ops colonel is as fanatical as I think he is, this might be his last-ditch solution.”

“But El saved the world,” Lucas pointed out as if it made no sense to him.

“I don’t think he sees El as a person,” Robin said, “just a weapon.”

“Which in his mind would make her even more dangerous now there’s no enemy to defeat,” Dustin concluded. “So, what do we do?” Wayne asked the obvious question.

End of Chapter 27

Chapter 28

#stranger things fanfiction #steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie lives #stranger things #st:beyond-the-battle #fanfic #post season 4 #vampire eddie #hurt/comfort #vampire eddie munson #steve harrington has powers #steddie fanfic #steddie fic

[bambirex]

Hi so I’m requesting Steddie (Steve and Eddie from stranger things) I just idk I have this idea where Steve and Eddie like hangout a lot after Eddie leaving the hospital and his name was cleaned and Ms Wheeler invites everyone for a dinner party and Holly started talking to Eddie and he read her a book and play with her and so they were like besties and later in the day Mike asked him to do a campaign for Will and then Nancy wanted to talk to him about the bi crisis she was going through and they are besties and then Ms Wheeler asked Eddie to help her in the kitchen and so Steve was jealous and then idk Ted Wheeler actually being nice and talking about the weather with Eddie and Dustin and everyone thinking Steve was jealous because everyone loves Eddie but actually he was jealous the Wheelers were taking Eddie from him something like that hahah btw love your writing a lot x

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying my stuff so far! 💕

Warnings: none

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"Eddie the banished" very soon turned into "Eddie the beloved", as it seemed.

He pretty much became everyone's favorite at the house party the Wheelers threw: Steve now started to wonder if they actually only organized that event to celebrate Eddie, and all the other guests were just there as decoration.

Not that Steve minded. Eddie deserved all the love he was getting after being hated and hunted by the whole town for a crime he didn't commit, and after the insane amount of trauma he went through. He saw people being killed, he suddenly met an armada of terrifying monsters, then nearly got killed by some of them. He was fresh out of the hospital, still healing from his injuries, and Steve actually really liked seeing him getting better and better.

After the doctors released him from the hospital, Steve has taken it upon himself to be there for Eddie as much as possible. They spent quite a lot of time together, and Steve had to realize that he has grown quite attached to the guy he used to think of as a freak.

Actually, Eddie was sweet. He was quirky and strange, but he had a very kind heart, and he was one of the bravest people Steve has ever met. He was very good-looking too, Steve had to admit.

So, no, Steve didn't mind Eddie getting attention. He just wanted to be the only one giving it to him.

He always lingered behind, watching as Eddie played with Holly. He couldn't help but smile softly as the little girl climbed into Eddie's lap, demanding a story. How could anyone believe this boy was dangerous? He might have been a metalhead, with long, unruly hair and in ripped denim and faded leather, but if you spent more than one minute with him, you immediately realized just how sweet he actually was.

Warmth spread through Steve's chest as he watched Eddie reading from a children's book, doing exaggerated faces and sounds to entertain Holly. His cheeks were still pale and scarred from the battle with the demobats, but his eyes shone like a million stars. Steve's heart fluttered when Eddie looked up and their eyes met for a second. Eddie gave him a small wave, and Steve waved back awkwardly, his cheeks pinkening.

He really wished he had the courage to go and talk to Eddie. Once Holly went off to play with someone else, Mike took her place and started nagging Eddie about some DnD campaign for Will, a conversation from which Steve didn't understand a single word. He scoffed and moved away, hoping that if Mike was finished, he would get a chance to be with Eddie.

No such luck. Nancy swooped in and took Eddie to the side. They were clearly talking about something deep and personal, because Nancy was blushing and Eddie seemed to be comforting her. Now, Steve knew Nancy wouldn't go for Eddie (especially because it seemed like she was more interested in Robin lately), but the spikes of jealousy wouldn't leave Steve's heart as he watched them embrace.

The Wheeler parents stole Eddie next. Even Ted was more talkative than usual, actually making an effort to make a conversation, while Mrs. Wheeler entrusted Eddie with helping out in the kitchen. Steve watched this all happen with increasing frustration.

Obviously Dustin, as observant as he was, noticed that Steve was fuming.

"You're not jealous he's getting all the attention, are you?" He questioned Steve, eyebrows raised. "That's not like you."

"No, not at all," Steve replied quickly, "he deserves all the attention after what he's been through."

"But something is bothering you," Robin added, "I can tell. You've been eyeing him all night."

"Am I that obvious?" Steve chuckled, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "No, it's just, uhm... we've grown closer after he got out of the hospital, and I... I guess I just kinda miss being the only one there for him."

"Oh, you like him," Nancy said softly, "so you're jealous of everyone."

"You guys kept stealing him away the whole night," Steve huffed. Dustin laughed, shaking his head at him.

"God, Steve. Just go and steal him back, then!"

"Steal who back?"

They all turned around to see Eddie standing in the doorway with a curious look on his face. Steve honestly thought his heart and head would both explode when Eddie gave him a small smile.

"You," Dustin said easily. Steve groaned and slapped his arm, making the younger boy let out a loud "ow" sound.

"Oh, well," Eddie chuckled, "I might have been basking in the attention, I admit."

He looked at Eddie, his smile widening. "But I'm more than happy to indulge you, too."

Good Lord, Steve thought. He thought he was going to die from not being able to be close to Eddie the whole night, but he might actually be dying now that Eddie sat next to him on the couch. Nancy and Robin fled the room to give them some privacy, dragging Dustin with them.

"So..." Eddie started after some quiet, "why are you so jealous of everyone?"

"Erm..."

That was all Steve was able to say. Eddie's eyes were so beautiful, and he looked so genuine, and kind, and his knee brushed Steve's.

Deciding he needed way more alcohol in his system to be able to tell Eddie why, he reached for his glass.

He felt Eddie's curious eyes on him while he drank the liquid courage.

#steddie #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my fic #request

[wonderland-girl143-blog]

Nancy finds out about Steve and Eddie. In hopes of braking them up and getting Steve back she tells his parents. Which leads everyone to find out and help piece Steve back together with the help of music

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Chapter 1

Steve stands with his head in his hands at the counter of Family Video. He has about 2 hours before his shift is over and is bored out of his mind. Robin had the day off, so it was just him on this boring Tuesday. All he wanted was to go home, change and go see his boyfriend Eddie.

All he can picture is sitting curled up on the couch with Eddie watching some stupid horror movie he loves. Running his fingers through Eddie’s hair as he braids it and pass a joint or two between them.

The ringing of the bell above the door brings him out of his thoughts.

Looking up saying “welcome to Family-. Oh hey Nance!” Spotting Nancy coming through the door by herself. She’s wearing a flowery skirt and a white tank top.

“Hey Steve!” She greats brightly. She glances around the store to see if anyone was in. “Can I talk to you?”

Steve tilts his head with a confused expression. “Sure Nancy. What’s up?”

She steps up to the counter and leans against it. She has a shy expression on her face and is blushing hard. She starts rubbing a finger up and down Steve’s arm. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight. We could go back to your place and watch a movie or something.” She gives him a sultry smile.

Steve sees were this is going and cringes. Ever since Johnathan and her broke up a few months after the whole Vecna and upside down shit she’s been trying to get back with Steve. No one knows about Eddie and him yet. It’s still pretty new. They have only been dating since October and haven’t quite told everyone yet. Don’t get him wrong a few people knew like the kids and Robin, but that was only because they forgot the kids were coming over for movie night at Steve’s and walked into Eddie and him making out on the couch. Robin knew from the beginning because well she’s his platonic with a capital p soulmate and helped with his bisexual crisis a few months before Eddie and him got together.

Steve backs away from the counter crosses his arm and sighs why rubbing his face. “Look Nancy we’ve had this conversation before. I’m not interested. Your one of my friends and that’s it. I love you, but I’m not in love with you anymore.”

Frowning she stands up straight and crosses her arms. “Oh come onSteve. We both know that’s a lie. What about your dream of six little nuggets and me by your side why we travel across the country?”

“Nancy enough! I am seeing someone! I am not interested in getting back with you!” Steve says firmly.

“What! Who? I am so much better then whatever bimbo bitch you are dating.” Rolling her eyes

“No your not! I love him, so let it go!” Steve screams. Noticing the shocked expression on Nancy’s face and realizing what he just said. He hadn’t even told Eddie he loved him yet and now just blurted out to his ex-girlfriend and ratted himself out about his relationship.

“Him?” Nancy says.

Taking a deep breathe “yes him. I’m bi Nancy.”

“Oh my god. Who is it?”

“I’m not telling you that. It’s not my place to-“

The bell above the door goes off and the snap their heads to see who just came in.

“Hey Stevie baby-“ looking up Eddie realizes they aren’t alone like he thought. “Oh shit.”

Nancy’s jaw is hanging open and she looking in between Eddie and Steve who is pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand on his hip shaking his head. They all stand there quite for a minute.

Nancy snaps her mouth shut with a pissed of look on her face and turns to Steve. “Fucking Eddie? You have got to be fucking kidding me. I am so much better then that freak!”

“Shut your mouth Nancy! Before I shut it for you. You are not better then him. He never makes me feel like an idiot or makes my feeling feel invalid. He gives a shit about my interest and always makes sure I am enjoying myself on out dates. Makes sure I am ok and taken care. He’s never made me feel like a piece of shit who wasn’t good enough to be loved. So fuck off and get out and don’t come back until you pull your head out of your ass!” Steve yells at her.

Eddie is looking between the two concerned. Nancy stares down Steve, but huffs, turns on her heal and shoves pass Eddie. As she passes Eddie hears her whisper to herself “This isn’t over. He will be mine.”

Eddie shakes his head and looks back at Steve. “What the fuck was that about.” Walking up to the counter and reaching across to rub the crease out from Steve’s furrowed eyebrows.

Steve melts at his touch and nuzzles into his hand as it comes down to his cheek. “Just Nancy trying to get me to take her back again. I kinda accidentally let it slip I was seeing a a guy and she was demanding to know who when you came in and gave it away.”

Eddie smiles “Whoops. Oh well I am sure it’ll be fine. She wouldn’t saying anything to anyone even if she is mad right now.”

Steve sighs. “ I hope your right. She seemed pretty mad.” Steve shakes his head. “What did you come here for anyways?”

Eddie’s brightens up and bounces down the aisle. “That’s right I was coming to get us a movie for tonight and was going to ask what you wanted?”

“Anything you want baby. You know I don’t care.” Steve smiles and puts his head back in his hands as he leans on the counter. He listens to Eddie babble on. Shaking the bad feeling in his gut to pay attention to his boyfriend.

What he doesn’t realize is that Nancy really isn’t going to stop and it’s going to cost him a lot.

I will post chapter 2 if this is something that people want me to keep going with.

#steddie #singersteve #guitaristeddie #croadedcoffin #steve/eddie #alternativeband #ao3

[aryanightshade]

V.

This Episode of Stranger Things is Called: Sleepover

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{you have four new messages}

"Hey Eddie, it’s Steve, from next door. The kids want to go to the fair on Main Street to watch the fireworks. I’m taking them, but I wanted to call and ask if El would be okay, since I know she doesn’t like loud noises. We were gonna head down around two, when it starts. See you there!”

Beep.

“Hi, Steve again. It actually starts at four. My bad.”

Beep.

“Okay, so crisis averted. I found a pair of Nancy’s old shooting ear muffs and El tried them on she doesn’t mind them, so no need to worry. See you there!”

Beep.

"—No, Daddy, I wanna do it! Hi? Can El sleepover tonight? We’re gonna watch The Princess Bride and make popped corns!” “Say please, Max.” “Oh, yeah. Please!”

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The evening of July Fourth spills a fiery orange sunset across the sky, and Eddie walks hand-in-hand with Dustin at the tail of a conga line of children as they wind their way through crowds of American flags and drunk idiots trying to coral screaming, overexcited kids. He’s hot and tired, and a little drunk himself from the all the beers Steve’s been buying him, and he’s never been happier.

Main Street is shut down for the day, replaced by a little pop-up street fair full of food, games, and much to the children’s delight, a face painting booth.

Steve has Lucas perched on his back, face painted to look like Spiderman as he watches eagerly as Mike swings his legs from the chair in front of the booth. He’s getting some comic character Eddie doesn’t know, a blue guy with lots of little scales. Or maybe he’s just a lizard? He honestly isn’t sure, and is too blissed out to bother asking. Mike is enjoying himself, and that’s all that matters.

Dustin balances on the toe of Eddie’s combat boot, clinging to his arm as he sways back and forth, waiting for Mike finish being painted and yammering about the fireworks they’re going to watch.

A hand brushes over Eddie’s waist. “You good to watch them for a minute? I’ll be right back.” Steve’s voice curls around Eddie’s ear, sweet and soothing as he leans into Eddie’s space. He smells like beer and sunscreen and a hint of clean sweat.

Heat swirls in Eddie’s belly at the closeness. At the easy way that Steve drifts in and out of his space, always close enough to offer Eddie a light, casual touch. Brushing his fingers over Eddie’s arm, leaning into to laugh at Dustin’s antics. Passing Lucas into his arms with a smile as Eddie nods that, yeah, he’ll be alright for a minute.

Steve vanishes around a corner, and Eddie has a weird, brief flash of panic, zapping lightning fast across his senses. Less about being able to watch six toddlers and more residual anxiety tethered to Steve’s sudden absence. The knowledge that something could happen while he’s out of Eddie’s sight.

 –Chrissy choking on her own vomit, lips blue as her eyes roll back into her skull, aspirating bile into her lungs, leaving him forever—

“Alrighty,” the girl working the face painting booth says, and Eddie blinks, snapping back into his body. “There you go, kiddo!” She steps back, giving the rest of them a good view of the blue paint covering Mike’s cheeks and eyes as he hops off her stool with a proud grin. “I’m Nightcrawler!”

Eddie catches the eye of the girl working the booth, and she shrugs at him with an amused grin that says, I tried. She can’t be older than her late teens, and judging from her pink pastel t-shirt and jeans, probably has never even heard of the X-Men. “You look awesome, dude,” Eddie tells Mike. If he squints, Mike does vaguely resemble Nightcrawler. Vaguely.

The kids crowd around him like a little flock of ducklings, and Eddie does a quick head count to make sure he has everyone. El has her face painted like a frog, Max like a tiger, and Will and Dustin both have festive stars and stripes running down their cheeks. Eddie smiles at their antics as their swirl around him in a tornado of tiny limbs. A man on stilts teeters by, dresses as Uncle Sam, the kids ooh and ahh.

Dustin starts to make a break for it, hypnotized by the sparklers in the man’s hand, but Eddie snags him by the back of his shirt. “I don’t think so.” Before Dustin can protest, Eddie hoists him to the air by his ankles, blocking his escape attempt. Dustin giggles, wiggling like a feral cat in Eddie’s grip.

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#steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #spoilers they almost bang in this one #finally #its mostly eddie going insane from lust tbh #also featuring stever harringtons breeding kink #steddie big bang #steddiebang23

[farahsamboolents]

NANCY WHEELER CHARACTER RANT (rant is used in a positive way) WHO’S IN

so I was talking to my mum about how much i love media analysis because, when you think about it, the stories people tell say SO MUCH about the world around them

(for instance, in the 1980s during the height of the AIDS crisis, a lot of vampire horror movies were released. i’ll let you draw your own blood-borne conclusions from that)

(side note, as a queer latina nerd -- specifically a salvadoreña -- the 1980s were a pretty pivotal time for my life today, even though i didn’t exist yet. this is a big part of why i like stranger things.)

and because we were discussing media and how that reflects on the world, i mentioned the fanfiction that i write (which my mum knows about, mostly in a “this will help my original fiction!” way, just to get her to understand it), i said “the problem with writing existing characters is that you can’t always get in their head, because even if you love them, you can’t relate to them!”

and then i explained that, i LOVE nancy wheeler, BUT. nancy is very headstrong, she’s very smart and she KNOWS it, and she’s very goal oriented, even if that means stepping on other people’s toes. and it’s not necessarily a DELIBERATE stepping on people’s toes, it’s just “this is my goal, this thing is in the way of my goal, therefore, this thing does not matter”.

(example: in season three, she’s constantly opening the door to the darkroom where Jonathan is developing his photos, and visibly rolls her eyes when he’s upset that she ruined his photos)

and then my mum said, “really! that’s why i like nancy so much!”

what???

and she said, “because i was just like that when i was her age. i wouldn’t have gotten to where i was if i wasn’t like her.”

and that threw me off. i’m very lucky to be in a place where if i’m polite enough and clever enough, i get my way. but writing is about putting yourself in other people’s shoes.

my mum left a civil war to come to canada, and was told that all she would ever be was a fucking maid, despite her university degree. and she said FUUUUCK that (well, no she didn’t, she honestly didn’t start swearing til i was old enough to start swearing cuz i was in high school, but the sentiment stands) (she didn't love the swearing but i guess i get my stubborn streak from somewhere and i wore her down), and she stubborn’d her way through a canadian university degree, stubborn’d her way through a white male canadian workforce, and eventually, stubborn’d her way into being a partial owner of a successful company.

and here i am, reaping the benefits, because my badass mom wasn’t afraid to step on toes to say “HEY, I DESERVE THIS.”

and this whole time i was stuck because the thing is (and forgive me if this sounds real high horse-ish) as a writer, you're supposed to get into other people's heads, and think about the consequences for everyone involved. and i can write a character with zero empathy pretty easily, i just shut off all those mental doors about everyone else until i'm writing through someone else's head.

but i couldn't get through or connect to a character who IS loving and kind and empathetic BUT still gets that tunnel vision when she knows she's right. until it was pointed out to me that nancy feels like she can't afford to care about the little things, or to stray from her goal; for nancy, compromise equals failure, and losing everything she worked for.

and sure, would she still have succeeded if she was just a little bit kinder, or a little bit more understanding? yep. but as a sixteen year old who has already lost so much, does she know that? nope. she doesn't get to watch herself on TV and compare all the plotlines and background information together, she just knows that when she's ruthless, she survives, and so do her friends and family.

#nancy wheeler #stranger things #thank u for coming to my tedtalk lol #this is basically me working through why i didn't GET nancy until suddenly i did #amboolents originals #amboolents idea

[alidravana]

Finding Yourself Along the Way

Fandom: 911 Lone Star

Pairing: Marjan Marwani & Nancy Gillian (pre-Marcy)

Length/Rating: ~1k, Teen

Tags: Self-Love, Self-Discover, Childhood Friends, Developing Relationship, Sexuality Crisis

Summary:

Upon finding a friendship bracelet in her closet, Marjan comes to a conclusion about her sexuality.  

Written for Day 5: Self-Love/Self-Discovery for @911prideweek!  Thanks to the wonderful @alilypea for editing!  

I just want to say that I’m really happy with this fic, and I hope you all enjoy it.  I get a bit teary at the end myself, but it’s not meant to be sad.

Check it out here on A03 or continue reading below!

*****

Everything was easier when they were children.

Marjan could remember the first day that she had met Salim. She had been practicing her soccer kicks in the backyard, and instead of hitting the upper right corner of the net, her ball sailed way past the goal post, over the fence, and into a neighbour’s yard. Sighing loudly, Marjan went to tell her mom where she was going and started knocking on doors to find her ball.

Before she could knock on the third house’s door, she could hear a shout from the backyard. Having a gut feeling, she paused on her knock and looked around the side of the house. There was her ball, in the hands of a taller boy.

Salim had been good-looking then, too, if a bit gangly. And that mischievous look in his eye as he held out the ball for her to take, that stuck around into adulthood too.

“Thanks,” Marjan answered quietly, turning to go back to her house to keep practicing.

“My name’s Salim,” the boy said before she left, and she responded in kind before taking off. Boys were nothing but trouble anyway, Marjan told herself as she returned to her house. Nothing but trouble.

Truer words had never been spoken. Salim and Marjan eventually became partners in crime, climbing every tree, hitting every ball over the fences, and playing small pranks on their neighbours. Their two families bonded as well, and before long, it was decided that Marjan and Salim would eventually marry.

Marjan was thrilled. She had been hesitant about the whole idea, never feeling much attraction towards the opposite sex. But now that her future husband was going to be her best friend, she could feel her whole body ease.

One of the older neighbours down the street passed away a couple of years later, and a new family moved in. A younger family, with three siblings, the oldest of which was Marjan’s age. Nadia, her name was.

Nadia was amazing. She was super smart, funny, and active, quickly joining the all-girls soccer team that Marjan was also on. The two of them quickly became the best of friends, to which Salim was not particularly happy about. Since Nadia’s arrival, Marjan had spent less and less time with Salim. Still, as Marjan ran her fingers over the sparkly beans adorning her friendship bracelet, she figured that that was fine, that she and Salim had plenty of time to spend together when they got older.

And so Marjan continued to focus her energy towards her friendship with Nadia. Then she started noticing the little things, like how nicely a dress looked on Nadia, how she would lean into Nadia when the two of them were cuddling and watching a movie, how their fingers would sometimes become intertwined as they walked on their own. And then, at one point Nadia pulled her hijab off when it was just the two of them, and as her long brown hair tumbled down her shoulders, Marjan had frozen at the sight.

Nadia was beautiful.

No, no, this wasn’t right. She wasn’t supposed to be feeling these sorts of feelings about another girl. Marjan was supposed to grow up, get married to Salim, and make a family.

Instead of taking the time to think about what those feelings were really telling her, Marjan pushed them all to the side. She told Nadia that they shouldn’t be friends anymore and stopped visiting with her. She asked the teacher at school to switch their desks around, she ended up withdrawing from soccer, and generally just ignored her. But she couldn’t get rid of the bracelet though, even though she tried.

The bracelet that was now staring her in the face. She had forgotten all about it until now. But as it laid there on the bed, resting on the scarf it had been wrapped in, everything came rushing back. She let out a chuckle, wiping a couple stray tears away.

When Salim had asked if she loved loved him, at first, she didn’t understand the question. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew that she didn’t. They kept in contact with semi-regular updates, but Marjan couldn’t remember who Salim’s friends were or why he was so excited about his latest presentation. She couldn’t push herself to be interested in his profession. When she laid down at the end of the day, Salim wasn’t the first thing she thought of or when she woke up in the morning, he wasn’t the first thing she thought of then either.

It was Nancy.

Nancy was the first person she thought of when she woke up in the morning, the person who was on her mind all through her day, her last thought before she fell asleep.

Her beautiful smile when Marjan walked into work, the sound of her laughter at Mateo’s bad jokes, the look she got in her eyes when she was about to make a devastating move in Catan; everything about Nancy was memorizing.

Every little thing that she did made Marjan want to hold her forever, and never let her go.

Marjan reached out, her fingers tracing over the beads, the glitter faded slightly over the years that it was stored. She whispered a brief apology to Nadia, wrapping the bracelet carefully in the scarf, and placed it back into the closet.

Maybe sometime soon, when the time was right, she’d be able to tell Nancy all about Nadia. About that beautiful girl that Marjan fell in love with, but didn’t know that then. Didn’t have the right words to explain her emotions, her feelings; didn’t feel at peace with her identity as she does right now.

But that lesson would be for another day, another time.

Because right now, Marjan needed to share her truth with Nancy, to share her story…in the hopes that it would maybe become theirs.

#911PrideWeek #911prideweek2022 #day 5 #self-discovery #911 lone star #911lsfic #marjan marwani #salim #nancy gillian #the power of friendship bracelets #sexuality realization

[puppetoffthehook]

Really unpopular opinion but i don't think Nancy cheated on Steve.

Honestly I think it might depend on how you look at the events of season 2. (Also not certain why I was sent this but I’ll give my two cents.)

Nancy’s having a crisis over everything because she keeps forcing herself to attend those dinners with Barb’s parents where they think Barb is alive and she knows that she’s dead. Literally causing herself and Steve emotional distress because the whole thing was just really fucking awkward and if that’s how it was that time I can only imagine how it’s been since the first invite.

Steve is right that they can’t talk about anything that happened especially in the very public library that she starts ranting to him in (even if they went to a private room, spying governments won’t care about your discretion on shit they’re trying to cover up.) and he makes it clear that he knows she’s frustrated but he’s unwilling to die for this. I can’t say I blame him for that one because her plans after that were honestly? Fucking stupid. Getting captured by the people responsible for the death of your best friend in hopes they spill the military secret beans was one of the most idiotic things in the world and I’m 10000% sure the only reason they lived is because she brought Jonathan instead of Steve. Cuz if Jonathan went missing Joyce would’ve been on the fucking warpath.

And the only reason I think you might be a little bit right is because of Nancy’s little drunken outburst and Steve’s response to it the next time they see each other. Yes, Nancy, Steve is trying to pretend shit is normal instead of going the espionage route because he’s a teenage boy who doesn’t wanna die or watch the girl he’s in love with die. Does that make him bullshit? Apparently. You know what else is kinda bullshit? Stringing someone along when you know you don’t have real feelings for them. Steve makes it pretty clear that he’s pissed she can’t even say “I love you” BUT neither of them say “I think we should break up.” He simply returns the sentiment saying maybe she’s the one who’s bullshit.

This could be seen as the breakup point but then we get to Steve coming to apologize, clearly trying to fix things even though I really don’t think that shit was his fault. But Nancy is already MIA with Jonathan and they’re on their way to Murray’s. Murray who listens to Nancy’s woes over Steve and goes “we like Steve but we don’t love Steve.” And Nancy tries to dispute that but can’t. Even she makes it known that her relationship with Steve technically isn’t over yet. And then she proceeds to fuck Jonathan later that night while Steve is helping Dustin and lamenting about what went wrong.

And I think the Dufflebags tried writing Steve giving bad flirting advice because they’re showing he hasn’t matured yet and trying to give Nancy a pass but it just kinda comes across as “how did the guy become known as a panty dropper when he’s that bad at flirting already and only gets worse in season 3 but supposedly is back on game in season 4?”

Speaking of season 4, we have Nancy in another spot where she can’t seem to pick a man because we have her seeming to be pining over Steve while being with Jonathan just because Jonathan has been distant. Which is because Jonathan wanted to stay close to his family for college and didn’t know how to break that to her because they had a plan to go to the same college.

And don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate Nancy. I think she’s made some objectively idiotic choices and she’s been a bit flippant over other people’s issues in the past, for example Jonathan not wanting to lose the job at the paper because his family is kinda poor and he needs the job. Yes she was being discriminated against because she was a teenage girl in a male dominated field. What the fuck was her also teenage boyfriend supposed to do about that? Go off the handle and have them both get fired? Well that happened anyway after the stunts she pulled with Jonathan so maybe. But again, I don’t hate her.

All of this to say that whether or not she cheated is disputed. I have no access to any interview by the Dufflebags stating one way or another but personally. Factoring in no actual moment of saying they’re broken up, the fact that Steve was on his way to apologize (when it wasn’t his fault), and Nancy straight up trying to lie to Murray that she was in love with Steve? It sounds like cheating to me to do that and then fuck the other guy.

#break it out #no hate my dude just opinions

[min-pathologica]

so i take a child development class, right? and now we’re to the point in the semester for hands-on experience, or getting paired to a child to go around with for the class as they play with stuff and do scheduled activities. but holy shit, children aren’t for me. i signed up for the class thinking i’d get to learn about developmental psychology. all i’m learning is that childcare is one of the last careers i would want to follow. nothing horrific happened, it’s just that i got paired with a kind of shy child. that was the first issue. the second issue being that i suck at talking to little kids. i don’t have good customer service voice, and when i try it just sounds like a very forced joke, maybe even to a 4-6 year old. we were not given a scale of what these kids know and what they don’t, so i was trying to figure it out and i guess they know the first four letters and numbers, because she knew all the numbers at the math table and like two of the letters at the language table. it seemed like her favorite activities were putting the stuff back in the bag and washing her hands. but hey, good for her, she’s a clean coquette girlie or whatever lol. i was scared of sinks as a kid. and i just didn’t like dealing with the kids all-in-all. i was watching my classmates be all happy-happy-mommy with the kids and it was embarassing, being the awkward one who didn’t know how to fill the silence and the kid was shy and independent and didn’t seem very enthusiastic about being paired with me. at one point one of my good-with-kids classmates started talking to my kid too, like okay that’s one way to insult my work. like yeah, she was in the right to do so, but it felt so shitty. i felt like one of those ineffective distant moms in books that would have a crisis whenever other parents parented my kid (the first day of spring, nancy tucker). even if i don’t have “maternal instinct” or whatever the shit, it just felt like an insult. like when someone starts mansplaining something you already know because you made one little error doing it. luckily the class has an observer job for unpaired students, which is just holding a clipboard and taking notes on a child’s actions the whole class. it sounds like the perfect job for me. so i’m going to try and stand at the dead back of the line every time now so i can get it. because i think i’ll get grey hairs if i have to deal with a child like every week

#minxiety

[lisbonsteresa]

need a pick me up?  (2x16....technically)

When she talked Celia down from sending a chauffeur earlier that morning, Nancy had considered it a small victory. 

Allowing herself another 20 minutes to be Nancy Drew before she had to wrap herself in armor and spend the night as Nancy Hudson. But despite her best efforts, the dread and guilt she’d been dealing with since the incident at the paper mill had only gotten worse as the day went on. 

And now that she’d finally gotten to the point where she couldn’t avoid leaving any longer, her thoughts had gotten so scrambled that she was starting to wonder if she should just call her grandmother back to say she’d reconsidered. 

She called out one last goodbye to Carson as the front door closed, struggling to pull her phone out of the criminally small clutch she hadn’t used since freshman formal without dropping the coat she really regretted not putting on before she stepped out into the November evening. 

All the while she was still trying - and failing (again) - to figure out the best way to tell a billionaire patriarch with a tendency of permanently removing any slight obstacle that she was his secret out-of-wedlock townie granddaughter. She was so caught up that the low whistle from her driveway nearly caused her to drop the clutch altogether. 

Her head snapped up to see Ace, silhouetted against the sunset as he leaned against Florence. “Tom was right - that really is some dress.” he remarked as she approached him. She ignored the way his eyes looked her up and down too many times to just be appreciating the dress, and hoped he was ignoring the way the flush on her cheeks grew every time. 

(They were ignoring more and more around each other lately. She was trying to ignore how that made her feel.)

“Thanks,” she held out the clutch to him and he took it without question, freeing her hands so she could pull on her coat. “but what are you-”

“Carson called me.” he answered before she could finish asking, his attention flicking to a point behind her with a smile and a wave. Nancy turned to see Carson waving back from a side window. “Said he thought you could use a lift.”

She turned back towards him, tamping down a sudden rush of fondness for both men until she could manage an amused smirk. “Sometimes it’s weird how close you two are.”

His response was an unbothered shrug and a grin as he passed the clutch back to her. “You’re just jealous that he gave me first dibs last pizza night.”

“How could I be?” She shot back with a roll of her eyes. “You went right for the pineapple.”

“Hey, don’t knock pineapple on pizza - it’s a work of underrated genius.”

That seems to be a theme with you, she thought, pausing for moment to consider if calling your best friend a genius while he smiled warmly at you in the dying sunlight that turned the edges of his hair gold was toeing a line. “Whatever you say.” she said instead, shaking her head and walking around Florence to open the passenger door with a sigh. “Now let’s get this over with.”

The smile dropped off Ace’s face at the reminder of why he was there. “Yeah, let’s go.” They climbed in and after coaxing Florence into a squeaking start, they were off.

Most of the drive to the yacht club passed in a comfortable silence - just the quiet hum of whatever 70’s rock station the radio was tuned to and the sporadic popping of Florence’s exhaust. If Nancy closed her eyes, she could almost imagine they were headed to the Claw for a late shift, or Nick’s for movie night, instead of straight into the metaphorical lion’s den. (Maybe even literal - at this point there wasn’t much she’d put past Celia).

There was something bothering Ace though, she could tell. The closer they got to the club, the tighter he gripped the wheel, clenching his jaw like he was trying to hold back whatever words were running through his head. They pulled into the long semi-circle driveway, the lights decorating the entrance of the club shining in front of them and the valet eyeing them with confusion from his podium. Ace cut the engine but didn’t move otherwise, and so Nancy didn’t either. She could wait him out - after all, it was far better than the alternative.

A beat passed, then another, and then: “I just want to say I’m sorry.” That threw her for a loop - what did he have to apologize for? “For what I said yesterday.”

She could feel her eyebrows furrowing as she ran through the conversation she knew he meant - their brief talk in the kitchen before the intergalactic crisis overrode their local one. “No, you were just being honest.” she replied. “This,” she raised her gaze towards the twinkling lights, feeling the pit of dread in her stomach more than ever, “could change everything. And even with Swift-approved armor, I’m afraid of what happens to Nancy Drew once Nancy Hudson is out in the open.” her voice sounded small; vulnerable; honest in a way she wasn’t sure she could be with anyone but him.

“I’m not.” his jaw was set; his face determined when she looked over at him. “I don’t know what’s going to happen in there, and I don’t know what they’re going to ask of Nancy Hudson, but I was wrong when I said this would be the end of Nancy Drew.” he turned to meet her eyes, his own imploring. “Nancy Drew is smart, and caring, and sarcastic, and determined, and self-sacrificing to an almost dangerous degree, but she’s good.” 

The back of Nancy’s neck felt hot; the car suddenly felt a thousand times too small. She wanted to wrench open the door and run, but she couldn’t make herself look away from his eyes; she was almost afraid to blink and end whatever this moment was. “You’re good Nancy. You’re a good daughter and a great detective, and you’re a really, really good friend. You’re one of the best people I know, and no Hudson blood or last name is going to change that.”

There was a pause as he opened his mouth like he was going to say more, but then he closed it and dropped his head, avoiding her gaze as he fiddled with Florence’s gearshift. “Anyway, I know you’ve been dealing with a lot, and I know I’ve been acting like part of the problem, but I just want you to know that if you ever get confused about who you are, I’ll be here to remind you.”

There were a thousand thoughts running through her head, trying to line themselves up in way that she could make enough sense of to put them into words. How what he’d said had almost made her forget what she was about to walk into. How she didn’t think he could be a problem for her if he tried. How similar this felt to another conversation, maybe just over a month ago, when he’d been there to offer her understanding and someone to come to when things got hard. 

She hadn’t had the words then - she wasn’t sure if she would ever find them - but somehow hearing that he still wanted to be there for her after all they’d gone through made her feel like she could face down a hundred Everett Hudsons. But she didn’t say any of that.

Instead, she reached out and covered the hand he was still resting on the gearshift with her own, waiting until his eyes met hers again. “Thank you.” she said softly, giving him what felt like her first genuine smile of the day. “That really means a lot to me Ace.” It wasn’t much; it wasn’t even close to everything she wanted to say to him, but it was all she could manage for now, and she thought he’d understand that. Hoped he would. He seemed to understand her better than she did herself, most days.

“‘Course.”  he replied with a grin, and she felt a little bit of the weight on her shoulders fall away. His eyes dropped down to her hand covering his before meeting hers again. “Nancy -”

But whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a loud knocking on the driver’s side window, causing them both to jump and look to see an anxious valet staring down at them. “Um, excuse me sir,” he began once the window had been rolled down, “but if you aren’t going to use the valet services I’m going to have to ask you to pull forward to the main parking lot. The other guests will be arriving soon and they can get…unhappy if we’re not able to help them quickly.”

“Right, yeah, sorry.” Ace shot the teen an apologetic smile. “One more second and we’ll be out of your way.” Seemingly satisfied, the valet turned and started to make his way back to his podium, casting worried looks over his shoulder at them the whole time. “Guess that’s your cue.” Ace continued, turning back towards Nancy with a resigned expression she was pretty sure matched her own.

“Yeah, guess so.” she turned her attention to the doors of the club as an employee around the valet’s age pulled them open and let the light from inside spill out. She wondered if Celia was in there, looking for her. She wondered what she might have already told her husband; wondered just what she was going to find once she crossed that threshold; what risk she was putting herself in; exactly how far she’d be able to push her luck.

Ace’s “hey” pulled her back into the car. “You’ll call if anything happens? I’ll get the whole crew here for backup.”

She noticed he didn’t ask her to wait for them - they both knew she probably wouldn’t. “I’m not sure Florence could handle a full cabin in such a rush.”

“Hey, Florence is tougher than she looks, and you didn’t answer the question.”

“Of course I’ll call.” she gave his hand a quick squeeze before releasing it and grabbing the clutch instead so she could be ready to go (and not so she could avoid seeing his reaction). The passenger door opened with a high-pitched squeak, and Nancy stepped out into the cool night air. “And Ace?” she turned back to him before closing the door, lingering in her one final moment of only having to be Nancy Drew. “Thanks for the lift.”

He looked up at her with one last grin. “Anytime.” And then the door was closed and Florence was roaring to life and rumbling down the driveway. Nancy stood watching until she couldn’t see the tail lights anymore, then squared her shoulders with a sigh and started up the path to the club entrance. Time for the world to meet Nancy Hudson.

#ndff #ANYWAY #this is so far in left field from where the episode went (THAT EPISODE THOUGH!?) i can't justify putting it in the main tag aklsdfj #but i wrote (most of) it before the ep aired and hey maybe i still wanted a nice little - tame by comparison EH? - moment for them #and honestly at this point y'all should be used to indulging me #nd #longpost