#musicalchaos07

[leslie057]

7, 14, & 27 for the fanfic asks (bc I can't remember if i've asked you already🙈)

hii no i don’t think you did but who knows, tumblr is very finicky. thank you!

7) coffee or tea while you write?

tea, preferably decaffeinated. but i love any kind of tea. 🫖

14) what makes you happiest? new fic comments, kudos, bookmarks, user subscribers, story subscribers, or tumblr asks?

all of them make me happy! comments are definitely special though because it means someone took time out of their day to express their feelings about whatever it is i wrote. i really love incoherent comments too, just unfiltered reactions! you could leave me a keyboard smash and it’s still like opening candy on christmas morning.

27) are any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

mhm, they are, sometimes it’s intentional and sometimes it’s less intentional, just me naturally projecting lol. i haven’t necessarily based an entire fic on a personal experience of mine, unless we’re talking general experiences, like going to a ballet. i did project my feelings about quitting ballet onto nancy in that one.

i think my personal stuff probably shows up in small ways, especially in the characterization of someone like chrissy who we don’t know much about, so i get to do whatever i want with her. also, because the characters i write about are teenagers in high school (except when i age them up), you can usually get a sense of how i felt during that stage of life while you’re reading. as a teen i really did rely on attention/achievements/status to maintain the feeling of being valuable, whether i could admit it to myself or not, so i find it easy to write from nancy’s pov especially because we see her struggle with that, too.

send me a fanfic author ask

[ashyblondwaves]

Jancy + “god, we’ve been together for ages! I didn’t think that borrowing a change of clothes would warrant this much attention.” Please!

Better Than Bacon Grease

Pairing: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Rating: T Words: 707

GIF by @share-the-damn-bed

"I can't go out like this."

Jonathan stood at the foot of Nancy's bed; arms spread wide as Nancy giggled at his misfortune.

"It's not funny!" Jonathan bellowed, throwing his head back in frustration. "All because I had to dump out the bacon grease."

"And missing the canister completely," Nancy reminded him with another laugh.

"Come on, Nancy," Jonathan whined. "It looks like I pissed myself."

It would be the last time Jonathan tried to cook at the Wheeler's house. The cooking part went fine, perfectly even. He showed up at the Wheeler's house early and made breakfast for Nancy, Holly and Karen while Ted and Mike were off setting up for the block party that afternoon.

Conversation was light, breakfast was delicious and all that had to be done was clean up. But what is usually a coffee canister, at least at his house, the container the Wheeler's used to hold bacon grease had a lid far too small for pouring grease in it and as Jonathan tried to pour, he got it everywhere but the container, including his shirt and the front of his pants, right at the crotch.

"You were supposed to use the funnel!" Nancy said, shaking her head.

"Who uses a funnel to pour out bacon grease?!"

"We do!"

Jonathan sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I have to go home a change," he said with finality.

"We don't have time for you to go home," Nancy reminded him. "We have to be at the block party in twenty minutes."

"We can be a little late," Jonathan said.

"Not when you're the photographer for the event, we can't!"

"What am I supposed to do?! Walk around smelling like a diner trash can all day?"

Nancy fell silent, chewing on her bottom lip. She looked down, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"You can wear some of my clothes," she offered.

"Nancy."

"What? I have some oversized clothes you can try on."

What else was he supposed to do? He was not going to walk around full of grease all day.

"Fine. What do you have?" Jonathan finally said with a groan.

It wasn't bad. It really wasn't. Maybe a little tight. Maybe a little short, but it was better than wearing bacon grease all day.

The lavender Emerson t-shirt clung to Jonathan's lanky frame. Every time he raised his arms to bring his camera to his eye the shirt would ride up to his belly button.

Better than bacon grease.

The shorts left little to the imagination, black track shorts with white striping around the edges. They hugged places that would be considered indecent exposure in most states. But everything stayed covered, and nothing moved out of place. He just had to be careful when he bent down to snap a photo.

Better than bacon grease.

But the looks. The looks he was getting were making him uncomfortable, the center of attention. Long gazes that lingered on parts of him people had no right staring at. He just wanted to walk around and take pictures of the event like he was asked. He did need all eyes on his outfit.

But still. Better than bacon grease.

"God, we’ve been together for ages! I didn’t think that borrowing a change of clothes would warrant this much attention," Nancy laughed as she gave a tentative wave to Mike and the rest of the kids.

"I just don't think they're used to seeing the man wear the woman's clothes," Jonathan grumbled, pulling at the tight t-shirt and releasing the fabric with a snap.

"Well, that's sexist!" Nancy barked. "You have every right to wear my clothes, just like I wear yours. Nobody ever gives me looks when I wear your shirts."

"Probably because they fit you."

"Not the point."

"I think that's exactly the point. I probably look like I escaped from the insane asylum."

"Wouldn't be too farfetched," Nancy quipped.

"Har har har," Jonathan deadpanned. "Let's go get some pictures of the kids in the bounce house."

They walked together hand in hand, as everyone's eyes immediately went to Jonathan's outfit. A few people snickered, some gasped, but despite all that. It was better than bacon grease.

[jonathanssweatercollection]

You gave the boy cat ears!!!

HE DESERVES THEM!!!!!!!!

[dont-open-dead-inside-net]

... I thought you were going to sleep?

I was 😭

[lucassinclaer-archive]

Jancy for the ship asks please *shakes metal cup*

THEY!!!

1. g e n d e r . this is smth i v specifically have a wealth of thoughts on and also a very personal attachment to so i can't explain it in few words, but the way their dynamic falls into an often-used set of tropes but then have a twist on it bc the stereotypical gender roles are reversed at key points... it's everything to me. let's just say that.

2. when it comes out they're just stupid teenagers like the end of the motel scene. favorite. good reminder they're a little dumb.

3. the s3 finale room scene. just the way their space & contact is filmed............. biting concrete

send me a ship and i have to say 3 nice things about it no matter what

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

The teacup pig post is just going me major Uptown Girls vibes so I'm putting forth Molly as the name nomination

I haven't seen Uptown Girls but Molly feels like a name Chrissy would go for it's on the list!!!

[quicklings]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers!

hellooooo! finally getting around to this 🥰 i'll list some specific things here bc "family & friends" is always true, but it's also so broad.

1. recently relistened to the d&d court ep with ally beardsley and it actually made me smile after a pretty rough therapy session. ally asking for astrological signs and talking about plur? murph SCREAMING about flintstones heights. emily being the one begging to get back on track. it's perfect comedy.

2. marabou chocolate. it just is my very favorite chocolate in the world.

3. the large amount of thunderstorms we've been having. unless i have to be outside, those make me happy still.

4. when my little sibling comes to me with a question or seems to genuinely wanna talk to me instead of just me annoying them andd getting grumpy answers lmao.

5. getting sent random stuff by my friends just because.

[emily-mooon]

Cause Everybody Knows, He’s A Femme Fatale.

[jonathanbyersphd]

People that replace Jonathan with Eddie deserve time in fandom jail btw

[jaegerisim]

Made my bingo into a tag game! template under the cut <3

WILL BYERS:

NTPS: @runninguplenorahills @qulizalfos @callmetheidiot @artistaquinterob @conanssummerchild @foodiewithdahoodie @hearteyes-wheeler @musicalchaos07 @emily-mooon @bebx @miaisagirllover and anyone else who feels like joining!!!

[leslie057]

Before the Beginning for the asks!

before the beginning: three sentences about something that happened before the plot of my current project

before this wip:

1. our two favs got specially selected to be the parents of a VERY adorable little alien baby (she’s not an actual alien) (she just acts like one) (worth every penny of the adoption process OBVIOUSLY)

2. holly wheeler had a breakdown because she got soldier doll role in the nutcracker instead of ballerina doll

3. jonathan byers full on snapped at one of nancys relatives because you can take the man out of the sass but you cannot take the sass out of the man - now karens sister wants to put him in timeout (he is 29 years old)

[ashyblondwaves]

19 & Jancy pls

Strangely Sentimental

Prompt: Talking late into the night Pairing: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Rating: T Word Count: 709

The room was dark, save for the two candles flickering on each bedside table and the bright red of Jonathan's digital alarm clock shining into the darkness. It read 11:47pm, almost the next day but neither Jonathan nor Nancy made any case to end their night. In fact, they seemed to get even more comfortable on Jonathan's bed, both of them sitting cross-legged on each end while The Clash banged low in the background.

"Have you ever thought about was used to be here?" Nancy said thoughtfully. "Hundreds, thousands, millions of years ago?"

"Like Native American burial grounds?" Jonathan asked.

Nancy tilted her head. "That's where your mind goes when I say that?"

"Well, you've been around for what's happened here. What would you think?" Jonathan countered.

"Fair," Nancy relented. "But I meant more like... dinosaurs."

"Dinosaurs? Hundreds of years ago?"

"Not hundreds! That's why I also said millions!" Nancy said, exasperated.

"What about dinosaurs?" Jonathan didn't seem to be following her logic.

"What if they roamed this very spot, where we're sitting right now?"

"My bedroom?"

"Jonathan!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jonathan laughed. It was so easy to tease her. He loved the way her brow creased right in the middle of her forehead when she got irritated.

"What if they walked around on the same spot this house was built? What if there are dinosaur fossils underneath your house?!"

Jonathan thought about it, it was a pretty cool idea. To think, a T-Rex may have had his supper on the grounds his house was built on.

"It's probably a silly idea," Nancy backtracked. "There's probably nothing more than arrowheads under this house."

"You never know. What if an epic battle between predators happened right here?" Jonathan asked, trying to put the wind back in Nancy's sails.

"Or a mother nursed eggs here, " Nancy added.

"Or that, but I like the epic battle idea better."

"I think this place has seen enough in the way of epic battles."

It was midnight now, Sunday morning and Nancy had decisions to make. Did she leave the Byers' house and risk waking up her family or did she stay and risk Joyce finding her in Jonathan's room?

"You can stay, you know." It was as if Jonathan could read her mind.

"If you wouldn't mind?" Nancy asked. "I can sleep on the floor I just... if I go home now my parents might wake up and catch me and I don't want to--"

"Nancy, it's ok," Jonathan said soothingly. "And you'll sleep in the bed. If anyone is going to sleep on the floor it'll be me."

"You don't have to," Nancy said a little shyly. "It's not like we haven't shared a bed before."

Jonathan shrugged. It sounded good to him. Right. He moved to blow out the candles, bathing the room in total darkness before he flicked his lamp on.

"You don't have to sleep in a dress," he said. "I have some shorts and t-shirts you can borrow. Or..."

"That would be nice, thank you." Nancy replied.

With a nod, Jonathan stood up and fished through his dresser, producing a t-shirt and shorts for Nancy. Suddenly, the room felt too small. Too intimate.

"You can use the bathroom," Jonathan said swallowing thickly. "Or I could, and you can stay in here and change."

"I'll go in the bathroom," Nancy said, eager to escape the sudden warmth in the room.

Jonathan sighed when Nancy left. What was he doing? Nancy had a boyfriend, and he was inviting her to stay at his house? It was a friendly gesture, that was it. He didn't want her to get in trouble on his account, but if Steve ever found out. He didn't want to think about it.

Nancy came back in, positively swimming in the loaned shirt and shorts. Jonathan couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked entirely too cute in his clothes.

They each took a side of the bed. Nancy slid in under the covers while Jonathan pulled a spare blanket over him and turned off his lamp.

"Goodnight," Jonathan said. "Need the alarm set?"

"Yes," Nancy replied, awkwardly. "Six AM, please. My parents get up at seven on Sundays."

"No problem."

"Thank you," Nancy whispered. "Goodnight."

[jonathanssweatercollection]

Read your tags and I'm just gonna leave this here 😂

THATS SNUFFY !!!!!!!! MR SNUFFLEUPAGUS!!!!!!!!!!!!

[soniclion92]

Okay so I remember seeing @musicalchaos07 's post abt if there was a jancy drawing of a screenshot from 101 dalmatians so I took it upon myself to draw it hope you like it !!

Nancy owns a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel and Jonathan has a German Shepherd bc I hc the Byers-Hopper family adopting a police dog (it was too friendly to become one lmao)

The original screenshot:

[lucassinclaer-archive]

well now i'm just sitting here thinking about it (writing jancy as seen from random hawkins-ers pov)

[bisexualchrissycunningham]

Love or music for the WIP guess game

More very good word choices! All but one of these is a Hellcheer fic, btw.

Music

Mystery WIP 1

It’s [redacted!!]’s first day of the music classes she’s been begging for, and she was already calling from down the stairs in her little singsong voice, telling daddy to hurry up. 

Love

Mystery WIP 2

He loves that even now, almost eight months after that first kiss down in that hell dimension surrounded by screaming bats, he can make her flush and playfully shove him while whining, “Eddie, stop!” just from another one of his speeches about the perfection that is Chrissy Elizabeth Cunningham.

Mystery WIP 3 (this one contains the word love maybe a dozen times, so I chose just a few options..)

I already loved you then, you know? Have I told you how much I love this? I love you so fucking much.

Mystery WIP 4

At least that's what that goth guy at the bookstore says when he asks for books she loves and she ventures a Pet Sematary reference.

WIP Word Guessing Game!