#₊ ⊹ Nancy Wheeler ❙ ❝Ask for forgiveness not permission❝

[faeryworlds]

TAG DROP PART 1

[strangerwheelerthings]

Who is Nancy Wheeler?

Nancy Wheeler is extremely intelligent... and very impulsive.

Nancy Wheeler is very intense... and extraordinarily kind.

Nancy Wheeler is so angry at the world... and would do anything to help the people in it.

Nancy Wheeler is a leader... and she's prideful.

Nancy Wheeler is a hormonal teenage girl... and she struggles with ptsd and survivors guilt.

Nancy Wheeler deeply loves her family... and she absorbed all their dysfunctional coping mechanisms.

Nancy Wheeler can be very passionate... and represses all her emotions.

Nancy Wheeler can't lie to save her life... and does it quite frequently.

Nancy Wheeler has a strong sense of justice... and doesn't care one whit about the law if she disagrees with it.

Nancy is a great listener... and struggles with empathy when she can't understand.

Nancy Wheeler is a spitfire... and very polite to most people.

Nancy Wheeler is all this... and so much more.

Nancy Wheeler is complex and has flaws, and she's so overwhelmingly good.

[jonathanbyersphd]

Idk in my personal headcanon Jonathan is on an extended assignment with Rolling Stone and when he finally comes home he's just like "Nancy, baby, darling love of life whose cat is this?" And she's just like "Oh ours honey, his name is Bowie"

[hellxfireclub-moved]

@corrodedcoffyn​ said:  ❝  i’m staying.  end of discussion.  you gotta learn to let people take care of you.  ❞

                              NANCY   BLINKED   UP   AT   EDDIE   IN   SURPRISE,   blue   eyes   wide.   That   was   unexpected   and   she   was   struck   momentarily   speechless   by   Eddie's   words.   It   wasn't   that   she   wasn't   grateful   that   he   wanted   to   stay   with   her   and   make   sure   she   was   okay,   but   surely   he   had   someone   else   he   wanted   to   be.   Her   parents   and   Holly   weren't   home,   away   for   the   weekend,   and   Mike   was   still   in   California,   which   meant   she   was   alone   in   her   house.   She   didn't   want   to   be.   Not   after   everything   she   and   Robin   had   learned   earlier   from   Victor   Creel.   He   had   a   point;   Nancy   didn't   usually   allow   someone   to   take   care   of   her.   She   always   wanted   to   take   care   of   those   around   her.   It   was   likely   instinctual   because   she   was   a   big   sister.   

So   she   stood   in   the   middle   of   her   bedroom   and   nodded   slowly.   ❝   Okay.   I   mean...thank   you...for   caring.   ❞   Nancy's   stomach   churned   faintly,   though   not   in   an   uncomfortable   way.   Sure,   she   had   known   of   Eddie   Munson   since   they   were   in   the   same   year,   and   she   knew   he   was   part   of   Mike's   game   club.   But   she   had   never   really   seen   Eddie.   She   hadn't   realized   that   he   was   as   caring   as   he   was.   It   surprised   her.   ❝   I...can   you...?   ❞   She   sighed,   frustrated   with   herself   and   her   lack   of   ability   to   articulate   her   thoughts.   ❝   Would   it   be   too   forward   of   me   to   ask   you   to   stay   in   here   with   me   tonight?   We   can   share   the   bed.   I   don't   mind.   ❞   Nancy   felt   her   cheeks   heat   up   and   she   couldn't   look   at   him,   instead   averting   her   eyes   to   the   carpet   beneath   their   feet.       

[knivesnchill]

I just saved your life. You could be a little more grateful. 

@qxeensxng​  asked from Send 🗣  for me to make you a starter with a line of dialogue from this generator. (accepting)

[fastcardotmp3]

been thinking a lot lately about how I'm not convinced Nancy would stay in journalism long term because of the utter frustration she would feel at reporting on things she couldn't get actively involved in or the all-around constrictions of the sort of red tape you run into working at a newspaper or a network or anything and THAT has me thinking about what one (of many) careers she might transition to when she gets fed up with it.

hear me out. Nancy Wheeler the private investigator who gets to use all of those investigative reporting skills, who has a bit more wiggle room to bend the rules, who doesn't have to answer to some higher power for the things she says or does, and who can maybe actually help people in a hands on way.

She can find the people who go missing instead of just reporting when their bodies turn up. She can help people stuck in abusive homes escape their abusers. She can help people who were betrayed by business partners or friends or family get money they need to survive back.

She can find people. She can save them. Before it's too late.

Nancy Wheeler, who lies to cops with a smile and asks forgiveness not permission taking a mystery and running with it? Working just enough outside of the law so people don't have to deal with the police if they come to her instead; working to understand what it looks like when the person she's looking for needs protecting from her client instead of being handed over no questions asked?

Not every case has to end like Barb's. Not everyone left standing has to grieve like Nancy. She can change these people's histories before they become tragedies.

Nancy Wheeler will always be a storyteller, she'll never stop putting pen to paper, but maybe journalism was just not the arena for her to do that in. Maybe it's two different things, the stories she tells and the people she helps.

Maybe she gets to do both if she just finds the right avenues.

[emblazons]

"We ask for forgiveness, not permission.”

Nancy Wheeler in Ruby Bark Color Palette Meme Request for @ice-sculptures

[raiderlucy]

Stranger Things Tarot Cards (28/38)

Queen of Strands Upright: Nancy Wheeler asks for forgiveness, not permission, and as the Queen of Strands, she is encouraging you to be just as outspoken and bold. She may represent someone in your life who is inspiring you to be your best self, or she may represent a dormant part of your own personality that is ready to be invigorated. Either way, when she brightens up your reading, it's a sign that things are about to start happening for you. Upside Down: Have you been channeling Nancy's popularity, attending parties and events nonstop? The Upside Down Queen is begging for a night off. Your social stamina is depleted, and you may be pushing past your boundaries out of a sense of commitment. Pay attention to your needs, and take a break.

[allthingsfangirl101]

Overprotective Little Brother–Steve Harrington

Dustin's POV

When my sister and Steve first started dating, I was skeptical. I wanted my sister to be happy, but I knew Steve's reputation at school. I didn't want Steve to hurt her. She finally had the courage to open her heart to someone. The last thing that I wanted was for him to break it.

They've been together for almost three months now. Steve works at Scoops Ahoy and Y/N works at a boutique across the food court. After they started working at the mall, they decided to start having lunch together every day. They first started dating after one day when Steve missed their lunch break and asked to make it up to her by taking her to dinner.

Before he asked her out, Steve came by and asked me if it was okay. As awesome as I thought he was, I was a little nervous when he started to show interest in Y/N. After a long conversation of him promising not to hurt my sister, I gave him my permission.

When Y/N came home from their first date, she was glowing. She couldn't stop smiling as she told me all about their date. She kept saying how much she really liked him and couldn't believe that he liked her too.

"Hey, Y/N," I called out when I walked into the house. "I'm home! Were you still planning on hanging out with Steve tonight? If not, you could come and hang out with us."

I looked around the house, confused when Y/N hadn't said anything. "Y/N?" I tried again as I started walking down the hallway to her room. "You home? Or did Steve take a detour on your way home from work again?"

I knocked on her bedroom door before opening it. What I saw made my heart jump into my stomach and my anger immediately turn towards my sister's stupid boyfriend. Y/N was sitting on the edge of her bed with tears streaming down her face. I ran over to her and sat next to her.

"What's wrong, Y/N?"

"Steve," she said through her tears.

"What did he do?" I asked, ready to ride my bike to his house and punch him in the face.

"He kissed Nancy last night."

"What?!" I yelled as I jumped up. "When? Why? How? WHAT?!"

"He went to that party that I didn't want to go to," she explained as she slowly stopped crying. "I guess she was drinking and. . . she kissed him."

"Oh, Y/N," I sighed as I sat back down. "I'm sorry."

"I don't know what to do," she said shakily as the tears started falling again. "Do I forgive him? Do I let it go? Do I break up with him?"

When she asked that last question, her voice got caught in her throat. I wrapped my arms around her as she started to cry.

"Has he apologized?" I asked, trying to sound positive.

"He tried to," she stuttered. "I think. I don't really know. . . He told me about the kiss and said it meant nothing but. . . I left."

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," I sighed.

Y/N and I spent the rest of the night eating dinner and watching cartoons. When she fell asleep on the couch with her hair messy and tear stains on her face, the anger I'd been pushing down returned.

"I am going to kill you, Harrington."

                                * * * * *

The next morning, I was just about to jump on my bike when I saw the source of my anger's car parked in front of our house. I rolled my eyes when he got out of the car with a bouquet of roses.

"Listen, I've been thinking. . ."

I scoffed when I overheard Steve rehearsing what he was going to say to Y/N.

"Those better be for my sister," I said as I walked over to him, gesturing at the flowers in his hands.

"Yeah," he said shakily. "I just want to talk to her, okay? I want to explain."

"Explain why you kissed Nancy?"

"I didn't kiss her back," he sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. "She was drunk and wasn't thinking straight. The second she kissed me, I pulled away, okay? I thought I was doing the right thing by telling Y/N what happened."

"Steve," I sighed, "Y/N has always been and always will be intimidated by Nancy."

"What do you mean?" He asked, his voice slightly dropping.

"Y/N's been insecure her whole life. Especially when it came to Nancy Wheeler," I started to explain. "She has always worried that she will never be as pretty, or smart, or funny, or interesting as Nancy. This was before you and Nancy even started dating. Once you asked her out, those insecurities doubled. Tripled. Quadrippled or druppled. Whatever the word is. The point is they got worse."

"I had no idea Y/N felt like that," Steve said as he leaned against the side of his car.

"That's not all." I hesitated. Y/N told me this in confidence, but I had to try and help fix their relationship. Y/N really cares about Steve. Breaking up would kill her.

"Once you and Y/N started dating, she couldn't shake the possibility that you were still in love with Nancy."

"That's crazy," Steve said as he kicked off his car and walked closer to me. "I'm not in love with Nancy. I'm in love with Y/N."

"You are?" I stuttered. I studied the look on his face. I had to make sure that Steve meant this. I cleared my throat before saying, "Be very careful, Steve. This is my sister we're talking about. When you say that, you better mean it."

"I do," Steve didn't hesitate to say. "I love Y/N, Dustin. I'd never do anything to hurt her."

"Good," I said, snatching the flowers out of his hands. I opened the front door and signaled for him to walk inside.

"She's in her room," I said, handing him back the flowers. "Go fix this."

                                * * * * *

Reader's POV

I looked up from my book when there was a soft knock on my door. I sighed as I brought my knees closer to my chest and fixed my blanket.

"Go away, Dustin," I sighed. "I told you I was fine."

I watched as the door slowly opened. My heart jumped into my throat when Steve popped his head into my room.

"It's not Dustin," he tried to joke. He showed me some flowers with a cheeky smile on his face. "Just me."

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Can I come in?" He asked, his smile slightly dropping. "I really want to talk about what happened."

"Steve. . ."

"Please," he begged. "There are some things I need to say to you."

After a few seconds of hesitation, I nodded. Steve let out a sigh of relief as he walked into my room. I moved to the edge of my bed and Steve sat next to me, putting the flowers on the bed. He hesitated before reaching over and grabbing my hand.

"You have to know that I don't have feelings for Nancy anymore," he said softly. He looked up at me, instantly looking deeply into my eyes. "I don't love Nancy anymore, Y/N. The second she kissed me, I broke it."

"I believe you," I whispered, looking down at our intertwined hands. I held my breath when Steve reached over and lifted my chin so I was looking back at him.

"I love you, Y/N."

I smiled, a different type of tears building. I scooted closer to him as I gathered my courage.

"I love you too, Steve."

                                * * * * *

Dustin's POV

I wasn't sure what Steve said to Y/N. I was trying to distract myself. I thought about going over to Mike's, but I wanted to stay here in case it didn't go well. If it went south, I'd be here to beat Steve up and to comfort my sister after.

I was in the middle of playing a video game when I heard Y/N's bedroom door open. I chewed on my bottom lip as I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I paused the game and looked over my shoulder. I tried to stop my smile when I saw Y/N and Steve walking down the hall, holding hands.

"Steve and I are going to go get dinner," Y/N said, her face slightly pink.

"Do you want us to drop you off at Mike's?" Steve offered.

"I'm good," I chuckled. "You guys go have fun."

The two smiled at me before leaving. I was just about to restart my game when Y/N came back inside.

"Is everything okay?" I asked her.

"It's great," she said with a small laugh. "I came back inside to thank you."

"I didn't do anything," I shrugged. Y/N set me a knowing look which she added to with a wink.

"Thanks for protecting me, little bro."

I laughed as I sent her a wink back, flashing my pearly whites at her.

"Anytime, big sis."

[perdidadragon]

inspirado no edit da @allburnin e com base no resultado do teste.

"I hate mysteries. They bug me. They need to be solved." - Felicity Smoak

" I'm not leaving because I'm scared, or because I think I'm not enough - because maybe for the first time in my life, I know I am." - Rachel Chu

"You can never give up!" - Violet Baudelaire

"You want a revolution? I want a revelation" - Angelica Schuyler

"I have never met anyone more prone to life-threatening idiocy." - Alice Cullen

"Fighting hearts don't stand a chance against cannons." - Claire Randall

“Someone has to save our skins. Into the garbage chute, fly boy.” - Princesa Leia

"Ask for forgiveness, not permission." - Nancy Wheeler

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." - Hermione Granger

menções honrosas: kiara (outer banks) , alexis castle (castle) , katara (avatar the last airbender) , violet parr (the incredibles) , belle (the beauty and the beast) , lane kim (the gilmore girls) , lady jessica (dune) , penelope garcia (criminal minds).

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Almost Like Werewolves

A Stoncy fanfiction

A/N: Tw for use of the word slut, both negative and affectionately. Hinting of sex and nudity. Probably should slap this one here, though:

18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Jonathan and Nancy crash Steve’s date.

Jonathan moved his head out from between Nancy's legs and looked at her.

"What? Why did you stop?" She asked with a gasp.

"Hm, I don't know. Maybe it's because you called out Steve’s name," Jonathan said sarcastically.

"What?! No, I didn't!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Yes, you did," he replied.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Nancy!"

"Okay, okay! So, I was thinking about Steve," Nancy admitted. "I mean, I was thinking about you too!"

"It's okay, Nancy, I was thinking about Steve too," he admitted softly. "Ever since he almost died in our arms, I can't get him out of my head. I think I have feelings. . .feelings I always tried to ignore. I'm sorry."

"Do you still love me?" She asked.

"Always."

"I love you too, both of you," she said, touching his cheek gently. "Are we going to do something about this?"

"Yeah. . .but first. . ."

He pounced on her, pressing her fully against the bed and began tickling her sides. Nancy shrieked with laughter as he buried his face into her neck, kissing it and then leading up to her lips.

"Jonathan!"

They didn't do anything about it until two weeks later. Jonathan was spread out on his bed in his new basement bedroom with Nancy next to him as they stared at the phone that they placed on his pillow.

"You know what they say, a watched phone never picks itself up and calls someone," Nancy said.

"You could call him too," Jonathan pointed out.

Nancy rolled her eyes before sighing and proceeded to do just that. It rang twice before Steve picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Nancy!" She said enthusiastically.

"Hey, Nance, how's it going?" Steve asked. "Is there something wrong?"

"Does there have to be something wrong for me to call?" She asked.

"Well, no, just thought I should ask, you know," he said.

"Yeah," Nancy said. "Well, I was calling to see if you were up to anything. Jonathan and I wanted to see if you wanted to hangout."

"Well, as much fun as that sounds. . . I actually have a date," Steve said. "First one in a while."

"Oh. . .that's great," Nancy said. "That's good. Good for you."

"Are you okay? You sound weird," Steve said.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, I'll let you go and get ready," Nancy said and hung up. "He's got a date."

They both sighed and flopped onto their backs.

"I think we waited too long," Jonathan said.

"Or did we?" She asked and sat up. "It's only the first date, Jonathan."

She picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"What are we doing?" He asked.

"Calling Robin and seeing where he's taking her," Nancy replied.

"Are we crashing their date?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh, yeah."

"I don't know about this, Nancy," he frowned.

"Ask for forgiveness, not permission," Nancy said. "Besides, we have to make sure that Steve knows all of his options. After all that we have been through, are we really going to not take a chance on what could be the greatest thing that's ever happened to us?"

"Okay, okay! Let's do this."

After getting ready, they showed up at Enzo's later that evening, a place that had gotten more affordable after the earthquake. Just as they were about to enter, Eddie and Chrissy showed up.

"Hey, guys!" Chrissy said cheerfully.

"Wheeler, Byers," Eddie said, flashing a grin. "What are you up to?"

"Who says we're up to anything?" Nancy asked.

"Well, your whole personality is always a dead giveaway and also your face," Eddie said to Nancy.

"We're just here for a date, man," Jonathan said, blushing.

"Hopefully, your own," Chrissy joked, and Eddie laughed.

"Of course, it's our own," Nancy laughed awkwardly.

"Who's else would it be?" Jonathan asked.

Eddie stared at Nancy and then looked at Jonathan. He narrowed his eyes and put his hands on his hips.

"Alright, who's date are we crashing?" He asked.

"We're not - " they started to say.

"It's Steve’s," Jonathan muttered.

"Okay, Nancy, why are you crashing your ex-boyfriend's date with your boyfriend?" Chrissy asked with an amused smile.

"Well, because - " Nancy started to say and then shared a look with Jonathan.

"We want him to be our boyfriend," Jonathan blurted out.

"Oh!" Eddie and Chrissy exclaimed.

"Well, date night just got a lot more interesting," Eddie cackled and then paused. "Which is not a commentary on our - "

"Baby, I got what you mean, and yes, date night did just get really interesting," Chrissy said.

"Okay, so, what's your plan?" Eddie asked.

"Uh, we figured we would just go in there and talk to him," Jonathan said.

"Wow, Nancy "always has a plan" Wheeler doesn't have a plan?" Eddie asked. "Okay. No. First, you have to get the date away, and then you talk to him."

"How do we get her to leave?" Nancy asked.

"Actually, I think you would have to get Steve away for a moment, then you guys talk the girl into leaving, and when he comes back, you talk to him!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Okay, how do we get Steve to leave for a moment?" Jonathan asked.

"You just leave that up to me and Chrissy," Eddie grinned.

"You want to help?" Nancy asked.

"Absolutely," Chrissy said.

"Okay, let's do this."

Eddie and Chrissy went in first. They caught sight of Steve sitting down with a pretty blonde and went over to him with surprised greetings. The girl looked at Eddie wearily as he moved in to hug Steve. Just as he did that, he knocked Steve’s glass of soda into his lap.

"Oh, Jesus, sorry, Steve! Let's get you to the bathroom. We can not let that soak in," Eddie said.

Chrissy and Eddie pulled him away, dragging him to the bathroom. That was when Nancy and Jonathan swooped in.

"You don't want to date him," Nancy said.

"Why?" She asked.

"Because he's taken," Jonathan said and shrugged when Nancy looked at him.

"Of course he is!" The girl whined. "I knew it!"

"Do you want us to call you a ride?" Nancy asked gently.

"No, I have a friend waiting for me in case things went bad. I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but what do you expect from a guy in a cult?" She sighed. "I was only going to use him for his body, anyway, even if it's fucked up."

Nancy and Jonathan scowled at her as she started to leave.

"Allison, wait!" Steve called out as he came back from the bathroom.

Allison flipped him off and walked out the door. Steve scowled and walked over to them.

"What the hell?!" Steve asked. "Did you plan on ruining my date?"

"Yes," Nancy said truthfully.

"Unbelievable!" Steve exclaimed.

He looked angry and hurt but also a little sad. Nancy couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"Steve - "

"You were so pissed at me for not dropping everything to be at your beck and call that you had to come to mess up my date," Steve scoffed.

"Steve, that's not what it's like!" Nancy exclaimed.

"It sure looks that way. You know what? I'm tired," Steve said as he threw money on the table and walked out. "I'm going home."

Nancy and Jonathan quickly followed him outside. He was trying to unlock his door, but he was fumbling with his keys. Eddie and Chrissy had followed them out as well. They were standing there, watching with wide eyes.

"Steve, please, if you would just let us explain," Nancy pleaded.

"I have waited!" He whirled around. "I have waited for you and nothing! I'm so tired of waiting, and I'm so tired of being alone, but I guess that's what you want. You want me to be alone, always waiting when you're finally ready to have me. Well, I am done! This girl could have been it for me! She could have finally been the one to not be disgusted by me and my scars. She could have seen me like I've been waiting for you to see me all this time!"

Steve steadied his hands and unlocked his door. He got into his car and drove off. Nancy and Jonathan didn't waste a chance before running to his car to chase after him. Jonathan bumped past his mom and Hop.

"Jonathan?!" Joyce asked.

He didn't acknowledge her. Just made sure Nancy was in the car before driving off.

"Wow, everyone is here tonight," Eddie grinned. "Popular place."

"What's going on?" Hopper asked Eddie.

"Oh, just your normal young adult angsty drama, nothing to worry about," Eddie said.

Jonathan and Nancy had followed Steve, but he hadn't gone home. He had gone to the quarry and parked near the water. They watched as he sat on the hood of his, yelled out in frustration, and laid down. Jonathan and Nancy paused for a moment before approaching him.

"Hey, Steve," Nancy said and he jumped.

"You guys followed me?!" He groaned.

"We wanted to explain to you why we were there," Nancy said.

"To ruin something that could have been great for me," Steve muttered.

"That slut only wanted you for your body!" Nancy exclaimed, startling both Jonathan and Steve.

"What? How do you know?" Steve asked.

"She told us, man," Jonathan said. "She also thinks you're in a cult."

"Well. . .I guess I should thank you for dodging that bullet for me," Steve said as he sat up. "Is that why you were there?"

"Well, actually, she didn't tell us until after we got there," Nancy said.

"Well, then why - "

"Maybe we should just tell him, Nance," Jonathan said.

"Tell me what?" Steve asked.

"That neither of us can stop thinking about you, especially since you nearly died in our arms. You nearly died, and you're all we can think about. That fucking demogorgon was supposed to be for me and then you were there, pushing me out of the way. It nearly ripped your heart out, and if it hadn't been for Creel calling it away, then it really would have ripped your heart out," Jonathan said. "And watching you sleep in the hospital, we - well, I did, anyway - realized what you meant to us. I mean, we can't even have sex without thinking about you!"

"What?!" Steve nearly choked on his saliva.

"What Jonathan is trying to tell you. . .we love you, Steve, and it's totally fair if you don't feel the same or if you need some time to process this," Nancy said.

Steve looked at them with his wet, wide hazel eyes. The corners of his mouth were starting to turn up.

"You love me?" He asked softly.

Jonathan cupped his cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the two moles on his face that were close to his mouth.

"You can hit me later," Jonathan said.

He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to Steve’s. He poured everything he was feeling into the kiss and went to pull back when Steve reeled him back in. Steve wrapped one arm around him, hooking around his shoulder as his hand gripped his back. Steve’s other arm wrapped around his waist, locking him as Steve deepened the kiss. Jonathan slipped his arms around him, locking him in just as tightly. Of course, Jonathan had to stand on his tiptoes a little, but Steve gave him plenty of support, practically picking him up. They both smiled into the kiss and broke apart to breathe. Steve nuzzled his nose against Jonathan's nose before placing a kiss on it."

"Okay, excuse me, my turn," Nancy said and tried to wedge herself between their locked bodies. "Seriously, guys!"

Steve and Jonathan giggled as they pulled away. Nancy grabbed Steve and kissed him. It had been a while since they both had kissed, but it felt like time hadn't passed at all. While it was also familiar, it also felt new. Maybe because it was new. . .a new relationship, and maybe because Nancy could also still taste Jonathan on Steve’s tongue. It sent a new thrill through both of them. Nancy pulled away with a smile.

"I love you, too. Both of you," Steve said softly. "Although, I think there could have been a better way of telling me."

"We didn't want to risk you putting out on the first date," Nancy said.

"I would never - ," he started to say until Nancy gave him a look. "Alright, so, maybe I have."

"Slut," Nancy said affectionately.

"Your slut though," Steve said, wrapping an around each of them and pulling them close.

"Ours," Jonathan said softly.

"You know, while we're here. . .there's something I always wanted to do," Nancy said softly.

"Should we be scared?" Jonathan asked.

"I mean, always when it comes to Nancy," Steve teased and she slapped his chest.

"Have you ever been skinny dipping?" Nancy asked.

"No," Jonathan and Steve said.

"You've always wanted to go skinny dipping?" Steve asked in surprised.

"I think it could be freeing for all of us," Nancy said and took their hands.

"I don't know," Steve said, touching his chest.

"We understand more than anyone what your scars mean," Nancy said.

"You fought. You're a survivor and a protector," Jonathan said.

"You're alive," she whispered and placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath her fingertips.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," Jonathan said.

"You want to see them?" He asked.

"We want to see all of you," Nancy said.

"Okay," he smiled.

He went to unbutton his shirt but was stopped by Nancy and Jonathan. They undid the buttons slowly before sliding the shirt off of his shoulders. They pulled his undershirt out of his pants and took it off gently. Their hands went to his belt next. He quickly shook his shoes off and nudged his socks off next as they started to pull his pants down along with his boxers. Jonathan and Nancy gazed at him.

"You're gorgeous," she breathed as she traced his scars with Jonathan.

Nancy and Jonathan quickly disrobed as well, leaving their clothes folded on the top of Steve’s car. They led Steve closer to the water and stood before it, staring at the full moon reflecting off the water. It really was a beautiful night. Nancy paused before the water and swallowed thickly. Both Barb and Steve had been pulled under by a monster from another dimension. Will's death had been faked right here in this very quarry. Would this be wrong or the very therapy that she needed?

"Are you sure about this, Nance?" Steve asked.

She looked at him and smiled. They all had scars to bear, but they could carry them together. She took Steve’s hand and then Jonathan's hand before leading them into the water. Nancy definitely liked the way the water felt against her naked skin. It was just as freeing as she thought it was going to be.

"It's weird. . .but it's nice," Jonathan said and Steve hummed in agreement.

Nancy stared up at the full moon and smiled at the thought that popped into her head.

"We're werewolves," Nancy realized.

"What?" Jonathan and Steve asked.

"How many times have we had to turn ourselves into fighters to protect the people we love and to protect our home?" Nancy asked.

Jonathan and Steve stared at each other as they thought about it. Nancy also thought about how territorial they've all gotten with each other over the years. . .how recently, they had gotten with Steve. Yeah, definitely werewolves.

"I can see it," Steve said.

"Me too," Jonathan said.

Nancy smiled and came up behind Steve, wrapping her arms around him. She kissed his cheek. Nancy tilted her head back and howled at the moon. Steve laughed before doing the same. Nancy glared playfully at Jonathan and splashed him until he did the same. After that, they swam together in the quarry. . .like a pack. Like mates. And if anyone was the alpha, it was definitely Nancy Wheeler. Whether she knew it or not. The one thing she did know. . .they were alive.

[aloneinthehellfire]

GOH: The Teens

Gates Of Hell

"Ask for forgiveness, not permission."

I have written up a quick description for them, including a little backstory and a song (spotify link) I feel represents them in my fic.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

She's never felt like she's truly belonged anywhere. Not in this town, not even at home. In fact, the only reason she hasn't run away is because of a pact she made with you years ago; never one without the other. That, and she was broke. So, instead, she spends her time fending off friendships she assumes will end in heartbreak, masking herself behind sadistic humour and unfiltered expressions.

Robin always thought she had some higher purpose, destined for glory. She's never been able to prove herself, but she still holds onto the hope that she was put on this earth not for retribution, but for greatness.

song: not strong enough by boygenius

NANCY WHEELER

Since Barb's death, she feels like a sour, darker shell of the girl she once was. Her girlhood that died the night she wasn't there for her best friend. And now, she makes sure she'll never be caught off guard again. She's made a lot of mistakes, as a normal teenager should. But she doesn't see it that way. There is no divine entity paving her future. Her life is hers. She's responsible for it.

Will her desire for control change her future, or will it just destroy her?

song: seventeen by marina

JONATHAN BYERS

If there was a cure for his guilt-driven nightmares, he'd give almost anything to take it. Losing his brother flipped a switch inside he never knew existed. Even when Will was back home, safe, Jonathan couldn't rid himself of the sinking feeling pushing down on his chest, caving him in.

He was meant to be the 'man of the house', except all he ever does is let everyone down. Maybe his shattered soul can be mended by the girl he loves and the family he deserves. Or maybe not everything broken can be fixed.

song: mum by luke hemmings

BILLY HARGROVE

Billy was never an angry kid. He was kind, sensitive, hopeful. And when he had to watch his mother lose what spirit she had left, his inner child died with her. Now, he doesn't think there's much point to put up with other people's bullshit. Life was only a storm of pain before it all ends. So what's the point in so-called redemption?

We're all going to die anyway.

song: fourth of july by sufjan stevens

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Nancy’s eyes closed as she lay her head against Steve’s clothed chest, the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat soothing. It had been a long time since she’d felt this safe, this happy. No matter how hard she had tried, Nancy couldn’t deny that being with Steve was what she’d always wanted. It would be complicated at first, she was sure. The two of them had things to work through, guilt to assuage over Barb, but she felt like they were both strong enough to make this work. They’d been through so much together that there was an irrevocable bond between them. 

Steve’s fingers were in her hair, his touch gently as her locks slid through them. Her breathing was slow and even, and the content that washed over her was something she’d sorely missed. Turning her face toward his chest, she kissed the place above his heart. “I’ve missed you,” she admitted softly.

[knivesnchill]

@mikewheelertm liked for a random starter

Are we going to die?

[kozmicxblues]

Nancy "we ask forgiveness, not permission" Wheeler and Eddie “it’s forced conformity, that’s the real monster” Munson would be best friends

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okay I'm being annoying today but I decided to finish it after months sitting in my drafts hear me OUT because ronance good omens au that I will likely never write but exists in My Heart:

Nancy "what a priss-- turns out not so much" Wheeler as the angel who knows what all of the rules are, who follows them even when she believes they're important, who trusts deeply and fully in the path of doing what is right but who sometimes just. doesn't agree with heaven on what right means? Nancy "lies to cops with smile" Wheeler who asks forgiveness not permission while stationed down on Earth, who likes the things she likes unapologetically, who seethes quietly over injustice but still finds a way to do something about it no matter whether it's technically allowed or not and--

Robin "you were a real douchebag you know?" Buckley as the demon whose temptations are quick-witted and clever and make her stand out from the crowd downstairs but still rarely actually hurt anyone in a lasting way, who takes credit for the shit humanity comes up with on their own because it's easier that way and leaves her more time to do the things she enjoys, who has a sharp tongue and a may-care attitude but who feels things deeply, who relishes in music and art and movies non-conforming fashion and is made almost entirely of soft-spots for these people she's spent 6000 years watching hurt and help each other in equal measure even without heaven or hell's input

They're both too human for their own good, but the perfect amount for each other's, and there's no one else in the universe who understands their lived experience the way they do. There's no one else in the universe who has been there through it all, this mortal enemy, this "I'm sorry, who are you?", this "does that make us friends?", this camaraderie.

Just. Good girl on the surface with a shotgun behind her back Nancy as the angel and snarky non-conformist on the surface with a secret open hearted approach to people Robin as the demon is SO..... yeah.