#nancy asks for forgiveness and not permission

[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.

[faeryworlds]

TAG DROP PART 1

[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"

[faeryworlds]

True she did know what things he's great at. she loves teasing him and cannot help it at times to just tease him like that. Knowing they have been around each other a lot even after their break up. She knows how he is and what he is good at, to be honest she is proud with how far he has come. The growth he had compared to how he was when they started dating at first. Listen to what he had to say, before she wanted to reply to what he asked, he spoke again. "Wait, you wanted me to say that when we were dating back then?" Of course he would, Nancy why else would he be surprised that you said that you love him.

Nancy was down to not talk about fighting monsters, and this day shouldn't include the kids either. It felt like they were the parents of those kids the past few months. "We can definitely go to the roller rink and afterwards share a milkshake together." She then started thinking as a small smile appeared on her face. "What if I spent the night at your place, so we can just continue to be spending time together and not for me to have to head home after all of this."

It's been a while since she last did spent the night at his place, she just wanted to be spending time with him. Without being interrupted with needing to fight monsters or to babysit the kids. They deserve to just have a date just for them and to celebrate that they are back together. "Shall we get going then and head to the roller rink?" Kissing his cheek as she still can't believe they are actually back together. It feels good, it feels like she is complete with having him back in her life like this.

"Tsk tsk, Nancy Wheeler. You know damn well what things I'm great at, considering you experienced them firsthand for quite some time." He couldn't help the smirk plastered on his face, though he didn't want this to be about that. He knew he had a reputation, but Nancy had been with him longer then any of those one night stands. She knew that kissing wasn't the only thing he had great expertise at. Anatomy was probably the only class he would pass with at least an A-.

At the question of what he wanted to do, Steve had to think for a moment. His brain had still stopped fully functioning at her confession, and the fact he was kissing Nancy again, which was something he hadn't been sure he would be able to experience. He leaned into her hands, a pure sign of trust because he almost never let anyone touch his hair, but he had never had an issue with it when it was Nancy. She could do anything to him and he would take it without batting an eye.

"Hm?" He questioned, eyebrow raised, realizing he hadn't fully heard or understood the question in his own lost mind. "You mean kissing you or...you saying you love me?" Honest question. "Because I wanted that last one for longer than just when we broke up, Nance." Honest answer. "So I don't know, maybe we should go celebrate." He grinned, giving her a nudge with his hip. "Go down to the roller rink. Or share a milk shake. Or see a movie. I don't know, something nice for just the two of us. That doesn't include any of the kids, or any talk about fighting monsters." Because it seemed like that had been their only bonding activities the past few months.

[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

[zerokrox-blog]

@steddieas-shegoes @newgrangespirals  

I hope this is too your liking! I tried to make it more angry but I don’t think I quite got it. But anyway, I tried to make it as good as I could. (I literally rewrote this like 5-6 times and it still feels..not angry enough) Based on this post  The silence around the table was deafening as Murray finished talking. The man looked so proud of himself, telling all and sundry about how he had gotten Nancy and Jonathan together. Nobody could move and no one breathed. Nancy and Jonathan had gone pale, and she kept looking at Steve who had gone so still and silent, hand outstretched for the mashed potatoes in front of him. His face had a weird look as if mentally calculating something and suddenly it changed to one of furious understanding and anguish that made her sit still. 

Then in the silence, seemingly not realizing the can of worms he had just opened, Murray turned to Steve and Eddie, “and you know you two are cute. But the pining is getting annoying, like you could take us all out of the misery by dating or even just something! Just ask-” “How fucking dare you?” Steve’s voice was cold and low with barely suppressed rage. He straightened up glaring at Murray who finally took in the faces around him. Jonathan and Nancy’s white faces, the pure shock on Joyce and Hopper’s faces. Robin, and the kids looking uncomfortable. Eddie looked terrified. Wayne was stiff and furious. 

“C’mon man, you can’t be serious?” Murray was shocked. “There is nothing wrong with me trying to get you together man! Listen, I helped get Jonathan and Nancy together as well as Hopper and Joyce. They are thriving-” 

Steve held up his hand voice hardening further, “what is your problem? I was with Nancy at that time which you knew about and you facilitated her cheating on me and you think I should be happy? You think I should be grateful? Now to make matters worse you are so casual about telling people about Eddie and I without knowing if these people are safe? Are you crazy? What is your problem?”

 Steve stood up, anger pouring off of him. Before Murray could say another word, Steve continued to rant, “you come here acting like some god, thinking that we all owe you shit when you barely know the people here and continue to treat us like little lab rats to get your fix! Stop trying to get people together, you're not a matchmaker! Nor are you in a relationship yourself! You barely know anything aside from cooking and maybe a few conspiracies! And you definitely don't know anyone here aside from Hop and Joyce! That isn’t enough people to be making the assumptions you’ve made. Most importantly, you are sitting here proudly, PROUDLY telling people that you helped Nancy and Jonathan get together KNOWING she was together with me! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Steve started to walk away, but he paused just past Murray, he turned back and looked directly at him, “you don’t know me nor do you know Eddie. You don’t know him, who gave the right to demand he dance to your tune like a monkey? What if he isn’t gay? What if he actually hated me? What if he is dating someone else? Who are you to come here and force him to come out like that with no warning? Who are you to make him feel unsafe around the only people who understand him and what he went through over spring break? WHO ARE YOU TO TELL HIM IT’S OK TO CHEAT JUST BECAUSE YOU GET OFF ON HURTING TEENAGERS YOU BARELY KNOW? You disgust me.” Steve glared at Murray and snorted when the man didn’t say anything, seemingly finally realizing what he had done. “Yeah that is what I thought. I hope you know that I will not forgive you for endorsing Nancy cheating on me. I don’t forgive you for taking away my voice in trying to set Eddie and I up and telling people that he is gay without his permission. Fuck you Murray, go to hell.” He started walking away, and when Nancy reached out for him he jerked himself away. “You stay away from me. You and Jonathan stay the fuck away from me. I trusted you both and I shouldn’t have. I never told anyone half of the shit you both did to me. Stay away from me.”

Nancy retracted her hand feeling hurt. 

Eddie stood up, after the shock wore off and looked coldly at Murray, he said, “Aside from literally telling everyone to give you a pat on the back for helping Nancy cheat on Steve, and making me very uncomfortable by outing me like that, I hope you will not do that to anyone else, do you understand me? He waited until he got a nod from Murray, he looked at all of the people around the table, his eyes landed squarely back on Murray and stated firmly, “I don’t care one way or the other at this point, but Steve and I have been together for several months now. We don’t and never will need you to put us together. If you have any problems with that, take it up with someone who cares.” 

Murray looked pleased, “see? You two-”

Eddie gave him a sharp look. He moved after Steve who had left, tears in his eyes that nobody could see as he had entirely turned away from the table. 

Eddie left the Hopper-Byers backyard and went back to the Munson’s new house. Steve beat Eddie there by several minutes and when Eddie saw him his heart cracked. 

Steve was curled up on his bed, face buried in their pillows, soft sobs escaping him. 

“Oh sweetheart, I am here baby.” Eddie cooed softly, slipping out of his clothes before crawling into the bed and curling around Steve. 

Steve cried softly into the pillows not moving closer to Eddie the way he normally would. Eddie just held him and hummed softly into his hair, fingers slowly moving up and down his sides. 

It took Steve some time to calm down, and when he did he shifted around in Eddie’s arms and caught the look on his face. “Am I bad? Am I not enough for anyone? Is that why everyone leaves or hurts me? Am I not worthy of love and a healthy relationship?” he whispered, and Eddie squeezed him closer. 

“No babylove. You are worthy of love and gentleness, you are enough honey boy.” he kept his tone warm and soft, gently stroking Steve’s hair. 

Steve sucked in a deep breath, and once he calmed down entirely, he mumbled, “I don’t want to see Nancy or Jonathan for a while. I am so angry at them. And I don’t quite know what to make of this situation. Nancy knew how I felt about cheating because I told her about my parents. And she fucking cheated on me!” 

Eddie nodded and waited, Steve finally looked at him, and gave him a small smile. “I am sorry we were outed like that. I really-” 

“Baby boy, I promise you it’s not your fault, ok? You don’t owe me an apology. It’s not your fault and you don’t apologize for something that someone else’s shitty behavior ok? We can stay away from Nancy and Jonathan until you feel comfortable seeing them again, OK?” 

Steve nodded, feeling safe and secure here in Eddie’s arms. Here he was safe, he could be himself around Eddie, especially in his arms.

[jonathanbyersphd]

But seriously "sorry new Emerson friends gotta go see my ex and save the world" like if she DOES still go I'm gonna be in shock. Like that'd subvert my expectations all right.

Also the mental image I got of her knocking Jonathan out and putting him the way way back of the Volvo 😂 by the time he wakes up they're across Pennsylvania and he freaks out and then she's like your mom told me to and he's like yea ok

Assuming Nancy is still going to Boston, Jonathan going too and working for a year is one of my preferred plans. But like I don't think anyone is going to college for right now. Like what is Nancy going to go to Emerson and come home for a break to fight the apocalypse?

Anyways I would not be surprised if both of them don't go to college and just start working but what do I know

Oh, can you even imagine?

“Hey, Nancy, what are you doing for Spring Break? We’re thinking of going down to Florida.”

“Ugh, I wish I could go, but I promised my mom I’d visit. Also, I gotta fight Vecna.”

“Vecna? Oh, yeah, I forgot you were from that place in Iowa or wherever. Good luck?”

[werewolfnat]

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.

[agirlwholovesrockstars]

when the clock strikes 12

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : while awaiting for the new year countdown, Eddie had an idea to blow your mind

Word Count : it's for the mini fics section soooo lengthwise? probably solid

Warnings : 18+ (MDNI)SMUT‼️Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, slight alcohol consumption, reader and Eddie are both (20), slight somnophilia 🫠, aftercare, no use of y/n, reader is slowly waking up and Eddie asks for permission and if you're still uncomfortable with that please don't continue to read, that's just it really

What to Expect : SMUT and FLUFF, Eddie being a silly goose, set in modern era (of course, there's still a touch of 80's in there), UPSIDE DOWN & VECNA DON'T EXIST IN THIS!

Note To Reader : GIF for this because I'm missed seeing him moving on my fics lmao, also the divider is made by me hehe- I'm literally exposing myself out here, please forgive for my salacious thoughts 🙏���� (if you know me in real life? no- you don't 😃)

Author Note : I know I've been long gone for a while but I'm trying my best to post new fics as much as I can! there has been a lot of happenings with my life especially we're having a lot of events like family reunion 🫠 (but it's so much fun tho ngl)

The preparation for new year's is going so well

So well, that you haven't realized how tired you really are

You're so productive that you've used too much of energy on yourself for working to prepare for the party

You wanted this to be perfect

You want everything to be settled in according to your plan

Eddie knows that you're always so "serious" when it comes to decoration and especially when there's an occasion

He loves you for it though, you just don't throw parties

You throw the greatest parties all the time and you never missed

All of your friends are in there, Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle and the freaking kids that you always adored so much

You looked around at everyone in the room

Jeff and Gareth are bantering at each other with some album, Dustin and Lucas fight over which 80's fantasy film is the best, Steve, Robin and Eddie surprisingly getting along with the same pop music artist, you could see the three of them geeking at each other

Max and Jane do makeover at each other which aches your heart of seeing them so close to each other, it's really so sweet to have a real girl bestfriend like that

"I'm gonna refill your glass" Nancy pasts over to you snatching the glass on your hand so swiftly that it makes you snap out of your head

You slowly trying to register what just happened and you smile finally

"More wine? really?" You say as you watch her fill your glass with wine

"Uh, yeah?" she replies with a dramatical jerk to her head as you chuckle

"But it's only 9pm!" you exclaim with wide eyes but a fond smile on your lips

"are you saying that we should only be drinking when the clock finally strikes 12?!?" she says while she fills her cup, she takes glances at you and back to her glass

"Ah- yes, that! exactly!" you point to her using your index finger as you holding your glass of wine

You could already feel yourself getting drowsy a little bit from the wine

Red wine will always make you feel sleepy

You don't even know if it's the alcohol or you just really need to doze off for a minute before you could scream at the top of your lungs for 2024

You don't even know how many glasses that you already take

"Did we just finished the whole bottle?" You feel the world is spinning on you

Nancy, your bestfriend- raises the bottle in front of you as she snorts at your disapproval look

"Kinda?" she says slurring as she smirks at you

"What do you mean? Kinda?!"

"Hey- woah!"

Jonathan passes by and bless him for his instincts because Nancy would've been knocked her head on the counter as she starts stumbling from her stance, he catches her on time

Nancy giggled as you rolled your eyes in annoyance, massaging your forehead

He saw the look from your face as he chuckles

"She got too far again, huh?"

"Yeah, she always does, Jonathan, nothing's new" you reply as you also can't walk properly

"Wait- don't move- should I call-"

Before Jonathan can finish his words, the voice of your boyfriend booms out of nowhere while Argyle tails behind him, looking at you and Nancy

"Sweetheart- how you've-"

Eddie clocked the wine bottle from Nancy hand

"Did you dr-"

"Don't even try it, Ed's" you placed your palm over his mouth as you stumble forward, he immediately wraps his arms around you as you started pressing all of your weight against his chest making the male laugh as he gently hold the back of your head

"Y'all getting drunk already? It's not even 12am yet" Argyle with his iconic tone, you seriously have no idea which one of his voice is normal

You've never heard him talk in normal voice before so you're used to him having that voice that sounds so freaking high as fuck

But, he's a good bud tho, so hilarious

"Blame her, not me! Eddie tell them!" You defend yourself as you put your chin onto his chest as you look at him with a pout on your lips, he smiles as he ruffles his face against yours making your face scrunch up from his action, he laughs again

"What's with all of the commotion?" Steve arrives with hands on his hips

"The two got their selves drunk again" Jonathan points to you and to his girl

"As if that's new" Robin appears in the corner with her arms crossed leaning against the side of the wall

Steve chortles "Wait- you got hustled by Nancy again?"

You groaned from Steve's teasing "yeah, I always fail to see that, thanks" you say

"I told you, you shouldn't brought the wine here, you moron!" Robin uncrosses her arms finally figuring out where the wine misplaced her eyes widen when she saw Nancy holding it, she snatches it making her bite a laugh as Jonathan also connecting the dots at the scene

He pressed his lips together to not burst from laughter

Argyle watches both of his friends having a fit of unnecessary argument

"I think I need to grab a popcorn for this" he leaves abruptly as he looked at your kitchen cabinets and came back munching in a bag of popcorn, very entertained at the scene

"I-I don't know how she got it!"

"Did you hide it properly!?"

"Look- Robs-"

Robin clicks her tongue as she asks "Nancy, how did you get the wine bottle?!"

She turns around with a lopsided smile as Jonathan steadys her

"I just saw it hanging around but-"

"But?"

"I think Steve" she points at him as she chuckles making the boy winces as he finally remembered of what he's done

"Forgotten about it that he left it out there, soooo" she giggles again making Robin grumble as she raises both of her eyebrows at Steve

"Oh- come on!" Steve runs his fingers through his hair as he decides to turn back leaving all of you

"Hey! don't you walk out on me! I paid for that expensive shit-" Robin follows him as she starts pointing everything on him

Argyle, Jonathan, Nancy and Eddie all laughing at the scene while meanwhile you, Eddie could hear you chuckle a bit but you made a little hum

He draws back his attention at you, he looks down at you

"I think I need to doze off for a minute" you say to him with your sleepy eyes

He smiles as he kisses the top of your head he put his arms around you "Yeah, sure"

Eddie says to Jonathan and the rest that you and him will be out for a while, they all nod and said "Don't be late for the countdown"

Your boyfriend leads you to your bedroom as you throw yourself at your bed as he closes the door walking towards you, you lay behind your back as you stretch your whole body, Eddie chuckles at your tipsy behavior

"I love my bed"

"Yeah, you always do"

"Uh huh"

He snickers "Okay, honey, are you well? are you sober?" He leans down at you

"Eddie- you know the alcohol hits harder at Nancy right?"

"I'm just checking you know to see if my girl's alright" he shrugs as he put his hands inside of his pockets

"I'm very much, okay, eds- I'm sssleepy" you yawn as you feel your eyes dropping until it shuts completely

He chuckles as he shakes his head he leans down as he kisses your forehead you smile at the gesture as it makes you even heavier to fall asleep

Eddie watches you sleep as he stands over at the window

The neighborhood outside is quite a watch, everyone is having fun, everyone is having a blast

The music outside is dull but he can hear all of his friends laughter and the screams of excitement from them

He shifts from where he standing as he tears off his eyes from the outside of your window and goes back at you

You turned on the other side, so you're now facing him as you snuggle against your pillow

Eddie smiles to himself, he feels so good having you in his life

He walks towards you as he moves the fallen hair strand on your face

His eyes softens as he sats down beside you

You stirred up from the movement on the bed as you try to open your eyes, you smiled when you realized it's Eddie

You pulled him closer beside you as he lets you take him laying down with you

He put his other arm over you as you cuddled against his chest almost hugging him in the process

You feel more cozier and even more sleepier than before

The moment you move your leg over to his

Your skirt rise up exposing more bare skin to him, his breath hitches at the sight of it

He looks down at you, he double thinked- maybe- it's a bad idea to do this but he wants you so badly right now

He shouldn't even be thinking that you will get mad because hell-

You trust him

So.....

He starts sinking down beside you, you moved slightly as he continues to do his work

He plants hot kisses over your neck when finds your sweet spot- you hum lightly

He's now on top of you, holding your hips, he's positioning you laying on your back, your head is on the side, still sleeping peacefully

He goes over to your chest, you're wearing tube top with a zipper in front, so he has a access to your bare chest, he kisses more and more

Your body couldn't even register what's going on

You felt hot and cold all over because of the midnight's weather and from your body heating up from the tension that your boyfriend is giving you

You feel him going lower and lower but you can still feel your eyes tired

He watches your soft heaves from chest rising up and down, his eyes darkened when he puts his hand inside of your skirt, he slowly reaches at the hem of your panties

He licks his lips, your skin feels on fire because of his fingertips, your stir from your sleep once again but still not opening your eyes

He doves onto your lips, kissing you, and you hummed as you lazily kissed him back

"May I?"

You move your head onto the other side, you catch a glimpse of the clock, it says 11:20pm

"Ed's, we might get late-" even though, you want him to do it

"Please"

You're not even opening your eyes yet but you can see his pleading eyes being directed at you

"Yes, Eddie, you can have me, take it all" you sank down further making Eddie groaned when his fingers touched your center, it's drenched

He hook his fingers on your underwear along with your skirt discarded on the floor

You shudder at the cool air as Eddie positioning himself comfortably

He smears kisses on the inside of your thighs as he goes closer and closer to your core

You moved your head on the other way as you try to close your legs when you can't help but feel the arousal that's coming in

But he places his palms on the sides of your legs spreading you open as you can feel of your insides burning from his touch

His hands are everywhere, when the moment he swiped his fingers at your core, you released lewd noises as your breathing goes quicker

He licked his finger cleaning it off with his tongue, he grins down at you

He holds your hips as he leans down

"Ed-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he doves down lapping at your juices as you gasp from his sudden action

His eyes are glued to you as he continues to do his work, watching your once peaceful slumber turns into pleasure

He devours you so satisfying that it's making you close your legs, he smirks as you can feel his tongue go lower inside, you mewled

He holds you tightly as you grip on the sheets, he sucked more and more of you until your can feel your legs shake

You can feel his hand reaching on the hem of your top, you slightly open your eyes as you find the zipper as you pull it down

He grunts when he saw your breasts that he worships everyday, you loved the way he admires your body

You're now naked so divinely displayed for him

His free hand kneads your boobs as you moaned, he dives back down as he starts to bully your clit

You can feel your body tremble from the sensation forming up in your stomach

You reached for his hair as you pull it making his eyes grow hungrier and eats you like man starved for days

"Oh- Eddie-"

He carries the back your butt as his tongue digs deeper earning a squeal from you when he reaches the spot that you didn't know it existed

Your eyes are heavy-lidded, you try to watch him but you can't when your brain can't place your emotions whether is melatonin or oxytocin

you're not sure at this point but hella you feel so fucking amazing right now

He abruptly stops and when he does, you finally open your eyes

"Wha- what- don't stop!" You whine

"What about the countdown?" His lips are covered with your slick and his saliva altogether not caring a single shit that it's literally dripping down on his chin

You gasp at it as you moaned, he chuckles darkly, you know what he's doing he's teasing you

"Do you know that you're frickin' beautiful without even trying?" He goes at his usual antics as you beg for him to come back down

"Eddie, please!"

"Not until you see stars"

"What-"

Before you can utter another word, he goes back in but this time he places your legs over his shoulders another spectacular angle making you shiver from his touches yet again

He grips your legs, thighs, arms, your belly, he squeezes your boobs and it's literally fucking everywhere

One thing, you know it's for certain that you really would unashamedly come from his simple touches

He pokes his tongue down on you but when he curled it, you chant his name like a prayer, you have the ability to scream his name without being caught in action inside of the room because of the loud noises from the people and the music

Your eyes burn from the threatening tears but Eddie is not having it, he wanted you to fall apart completely for him

You moaning louder and louder when he swipes his tongue on your entrance when he puts your legs down on the bed

"You're still not seeing it, I see"

"D-Don't stop- please"

He opens your legs again as he resume to his mission, he tongue fucks you as he digs in and out, you squirm at it as he starts picking up the pace as you let out a ragged breath

Goddamn, he is killing you right now, you can already die right then and there heavenly

Your mouth falls open without noise coming out of them as you yank his hair, he growls as you couldn't believe that he could reach every spot inside of you

You arched your back as you start grinding against his face, his eyes flashes devilishly mischief as he didn't stop this time

He laps once more until you cry out his name

You jolted when the fireworks exploded booming the entire neighborhood

You come on his tongue as the same time the fireworks started

Your legs are spent, you feel boneless but a sickly smile is now sitting on your lips

He let you get back on earth for a while as he cleans you up, he dresses you up not leaving single skin left behind without his kisses

"You saw it, huh?" He grins like a devil that he is but you love him, he holds the door open for you letting you first outside

You saw all of your friends jumping on to the music and celebrated very happily

"I did" you admit ignoring the rosy tint on your cheeks "and it was much more better"

"Than?" He throws his arms around your shoulders

"The fireworks" you smile as he chuckles as he kisses the top of your head as he squeezes you to his side

[strangerwheelerthings]

Ive finally started the Rebel Robin podcast and all it has done so far is emphasize how perfect Robin and Nancy are together.

"Better to ask for forgiveness, not permission"??????

The sexism rant

The discussion on Barb and camouflage and the way Nancy would entirely understand and feel that discussion???

What Robin is interested in and how nerdy she really is, just like Nancy

And that's just in the first two episodes

[welcometololaland]

THE RING-IN (AGAIN)???? OMG

“Carlos.”

“TK.”

TK sighs, dropping his keys into the little dish on the side table. The metals clinks against porcelain, and he glares at the keys as if it’s their fault he’s currently on an Owen Strand-inspired caffeine detox and has an incredibly bad headache. That, and Carlos just mentioned spin cycle, which is a word TK never wants to encounter again.

Every time that Peloton guy turns up on TK's TikTok feed he has a visceral reaction – something that Carlos claims could be avoided by avoiding TikTok altogether – but TK has his vices, and then he has his permissible vices. TikTok is a particularly permissible vice. If an intelligence service is using it to spy on him, so be it.

“It’s one class,” Carlos says patiently, his voice even as he leans against the kitchen counter and watches as TK slowly sheds his outer layers, watch, wallet, phone and shoes. “It’s one class and Nancy specifically requested that you go.”

“Why didn’t she ask me herself then?” TK asks petulantly, looking away from his husband as he bends to place his shoes neatly by the door. The heels are getting a little flimsy, but he’ll never admit that to Carlos or he’ll be subjected to a twenty minute filibuster about how he shouldn’t be walking around on the backs of them.

“Probably because she’s scared of receiving this exact reaction,” Carlos points out, cocking his head to the side as TK straightens up and looks at him. He tries to look extra put-out. The idea of subjecting himself to a spin cycle class is not appealing, and it actually has very little to do with his prior experiences with spin cycle instructors. It has a lot more to do with the fact that TK doesn’t like being yelled at in a small, confined space and being forced to sweat with twenty other people in the same room while listening to hardcore techno. 

He’d rather just ride his spin bike by himself, in their loft while gazing lustfully at his astronomically hot husband.

He can’t see why Carlos wants to go either. If Carlos wants a workout, TK is more than capable of giving him one.

(Reminder: The Ring-In universe is only canon compliant until the end of season 3!)

Let me know what you think :) also sorry @rmd-writes @dustratcentral @celeritas2997 I went rogue please forgive me this once.

[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

@palmtreesx3 . @kryztalglear . @sattlersquarry . @hey-barnes-stole-a-jeep . @sadslasher13 .

@iliveonteaandbooks . @innercreationflower . @newyorkangelbaby . @totally-bogus-timelady .

@pansexualhoor . @kitdjarin1 . @chiliwhore .

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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.

[emblazons]

"we ask forgiveness, not permission."

@stladies Appreciation Week Day One: Favorite Character - Nancy Wheeler (x)