#face to face: natalia dyer

[killatrav-hq]

"I have a date night planned for us tonight. Go check the bed for your outfit," Travis said with a mischievous glint to his eyes. Laid out on the bed was a dress that he'd found browsing the site of one of Nat's favorite designers. It was a little on the spendy side, but it was a win-win for him. His girl would be happy, and he'd get to see her in slightly revealing dress. @ofdreamsnatdyr

[lottieee-xoxo]

"Can I finally steal you away from that man of yours?" @ofdreamsnatdyr

[demadogs]

Nancy Wheeler: certified badass

[unclewaynemunson]

Thinking thoughts about Nancy Wheeler again. About how she was the most Teenage Girl ever, gossiping with her bestie while twirling her phone cord around her fingers and kicking her legs in the air. About how she lost everything that embodied her Teenage Girl self in one night: her virginity, her best friend, her carefree smiles and giggles. How she turned into a soldier, got consumed by guilt, and could never return to the youth that she lost.

[frogbook]

[jancy-central]

Natalia and Charlie, more s3 BTS:

[seemewindowshopping]

[talyayet474]

Natalia Dyer

[that-thing-that-feeling]

New/Old of Charlie, Natalia, and Joe Hanging in NY

[killatrav-hq]

"Could you be any fucking hotter? Keep it up we're going to be sneaking off again." @ofdreamsnatdyr

[lottieee-xoxo]

As soon as Lottie and Awsten landed at the Phoenix airport, there was a car waiting to bring them to the State Farm stadium where the Super Bowl would be taking place. Her sisters traveled with them, and were going straight to the hotel with Lucky. Saying goodbye to him was hard, but Lottie knew that it would be more than worth it to have some quality time with her best friends and husband. Travis had sent them their tickets and booth information, so as soon as they arrived at the stadium, they made their way to the booth. The blonde had stopped to get a drink on the way, and when they arrived at the booth, Lottie immediately saw Nat. She squealed and handed Awsten her drink before rushing up to her best friend to wrap her arms around her from behind. "Surprise," she greeted, pulling back so that Nat could turn around to see her. @ofdreamsnatdyr

[eskawrites]

blah blah blah the tv series charmed is primarily about sisterhood and that’s why i’ve always loved it that’s the most important thing yeah yeah whatever

but the charmed au is primarily about nancy and robin crashing back into each other’s lives and having to navigate secrets, trauma, and a love affair that never actually faded

anyway have a snippet

The moon filters through the thinning canopy, turning the trees into a painting of silver and shadow. For a moment, Robin swears she’s looking at a time capsule.

“It’s crazy,” Nancy says softly. “Sometimes it feels like nothing has changed at all.”

Robin glances at her, then, with a smile, she pats the hood of the car between them. “You’ve upgraded from the family station wagon, at least.”

Nancy’s smile is wry. “You liked that car.”

“I did. But I was never relegated to the back like everyone else. I remember Steve never stopped complaining about having to sit back there with Dustin.”

“Yeah, well, that’s what he gets for making me drive the kids around all the time.”

“Please. He drove them around at least as much as you did.”

“Yeah, after they were teenagers and actually somewhat tolerable to be around.”

Robin hums in the back of her throat, smiling softly at her. “It must be weird, coming back after all this time.”

“Sometimes.” Nancy doesn’t look at her, but she shifts as if she wants to. “Sometimes it isn’t at all.”

Robin closes her eyes. The breeze picks up, clean and sweet. It was spring last time they sat out on the hood of Nancy’s car by the quarry, but it had been a cold spring, and it had been a late night. For a moment, as autumn’s chill whistles past them, Robin can imagine it was exactly like this. Or this is exactly like that.

It isn’t, though. They’d had no secrets then. Trauma, sure, and plenty of things they didn’t talk about. But it had been a mutual silence. An awkward uncertainty about how to address this heavy thing they carried between them.

Now, the heavy things they carry are their own, and they still don’t know how to talk about it. Nancy has asked—will keep asking, certainly—but Robin isn’t sure she’ll ever know how to answer.

“Do you ever think about her?” Nancy’s voice is small, only there for a moment before it’s gone, the words fading into the night.

Robin opens her eyes and looks over at her, but Nancy stares stubbornly out at the trees.

“Barb, I mean,” she adds after a long moment.

“I know who you mean,” Robin says softly. Because they’ve never talked about it—not outside one late night, high on Robin’s front porch—but they’ve always both known. They’ve always carried the weight of her together. Robin sighs, and Nancy still doesn’t look at her. “I never stopped. I don’t think I ever will.”

Nancy nods a little. “Me either.”

It’s never healed. Nancy left, and Robin kept herself occupied, and the ache faded with time, but none of that could never change a damn thing.

If they can’t even move on from the secrets they share, how will they ever face the secrets they don’t?

Robin bites her lip and looks away from Nancy—away from the silver outline of her profile, the curve of her brow, the slope of her nose, the hard lines that soften in the shadow, or that seem to soften in proximity to Robin. She twists her neck and looks out at the trees instead.

If she doesn’t think about it too much—if she can pretend the breeze smells like blooming trees rather than fallen leaves, and the days are growing longer instead of shorter—she can put herself back there. Sitting on the hood of Nancy’s car in an ill-fitting suit instead of the slacks and sweater vest she wore to class today, her usual nervous energy both sparked and soothed by Nancy’s presence beside her.

“Hey.” Nancy’s hand lands on her arm. Robin looks over again, and this time Nancy is facing her. She smiles as their eyes meet, then slides off the hood of the car, pulling Robin gently along with her.

“What are you…?”

Nancy tugs her upright and leads her a few steps back. She lets go of Robin’s arm and slides her hands up to her neck instead. Robin holds her waist, her heart fluttering at the familiarity. Nancy’s smile turns knowing, like she can hear it.

Robin chuckles a little despite herself. She ducks her head as she says, “You know, I haven’t danced with anyone since prom night.”

“You mean no one in Hawkins has caught your eye?”

“Not since 1986.”

Nancy’s fingers run through the hair at the back of her neck. Her brow furrows a little. “I’m still not used to it being so short.”

Robin feels her cheeks heat up. “Yeah. It—it took me a while, too.”

Nancy nods and doesn’t say anything. Robin rubs circles into her hip with her thumb.

“I take it you have danced with people,” she says.

“Not with anyone that matters,” Nancy says calmly. She looks up and meets Robin’s eyes again. “Not since 1986.”

It’s too much, too heavy. Robin wants to kiss her. She doesn’t want to kiss her and lie to her. Nancy frowns again, her own thoughts clearly racing as her eyes dart over Robin’s face, and Robin gets the feeling she isn’t the only one hesitating.

She takes a deep breath, then summons her best easy smile. “Should I start humming Faithfully?”

It works. Nancy’s expression clears, and she looks down, pressing her lips together to hide her smile.

“Figures you’d still be corny as hell.”

“Some things don’t change, Wheeler.”

Nancy laughs softly and pulls her closer. She rests her head on Robin’s shoulder, swaying them gently back and forth.

Some things do change. Robin is less uncertain on her feet, though she will have to wipe the dirt off her shoes before she goes to class tomorrow. She stumbles and stammers less, her words spilling out with more meaning and more success than she could ever manage in high school.

Against her, Nancy feels harder than she once did, the tough exterior and wiry muscles that had just started to show in high school now fully realized. And there is a gun at her hip, too—though that part isn’t as unfamiliar as it should be. At least this one’s registered, Robin thinks.

Some things change. But this—this need to be near Nancy, to hold her, to care for her even when neither of them really know what they’re doing—this will never change.

[frogbook]

[my-strange-attraction]

14 year old me in 2016: *watching stranger things and getting distracted from the plot because of natalia dyer's insane beauty*

14 y/o me: yeah this is a normal thing to think anyways i wonder when i will get a boyfriend now that im in high school

[seemewindowshopping]