#nancy asks

[k-germsworld]

When the company has someone they really want, they use Nancy to seduce them into joining.

This works everytime. But this is the company's trump card. Company will give as many offer they can to the man they wants. If they reject all the way, then they will send Nancy to him. Nancy will start to seduce him in everyway and teasing him. The man can't resist her teasing. Nancy say if he want to free used her, they nid to sign the worker contract of their company then only they can free used her. After hearing this, they quickly sign the contract and release their desires on Nancy.

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Nancy is interesting because for a split second, it seems that she recognizes that this is fucked up and even feels some sympathy for Chris, but then any hope she has for being redeemed is immediately thrown out the window when she attempts to convince herself that Chris deserves it and even takes part in his suffering.

One thing I do with Nancy is I think about the way that we use and appeal to authority and existing laws or rules to absolve ourselves of responsibility for things that are going wrong in the world around us.

Think about the kind of people who say, "Well, what did he expect if he argued with the police officer," or who tell you not to tell people you're gay because what will your grandma think, knowing all the while that telling you you have to keep a part of yourself silent is hurting you but that's a less inconvenient hurt, in their eyes, than them having to deal with your grandma being an asshole about knowing. Think about the kind of people who ask you if you're sure you want to wear that short skirt. Or who mock the one who does wear it. Or the people who watch, silently recording, while someone is harassed but don't step in to stop it.

They don't think they're doing anything wrong, because in their own minds they're following authority, they're following the rules, they're following normal and therefore the people who do not follow the rules and who are not normal and who do not treat authority in the same way deserve whatever it is that happens to them at least on some level.

Because if bad things can still happen to good people who follow all the rules and do everything right, the world is a large and frightening place. But if all you have to do is follow the rules and be normal and do exactly everything right and therefore bad things can't happen to you or won't because you have acted in a way that the universe will see as just and reward you for, or you prayed the right way, or you hate the right people... Then the world is small and well ordered and easy to understand.

So you tell yourself that the people who suffer must have deserved it because they did something wrong. Something that you have not done, and therefore that suffering cannot happen to you.

So you see the teenager crying into a mirror because his entire back is one large bruise, and you tell yourself that he signed up for it, that it was his own idea to subject himself to this, because if that's all true even though you really know it isn't, then that means the same thing couldn't possibly happen to your precious child. And the reminder that something like that could happen to that child, that bad things just happen, that your tidy and neat little worldview doesn't even begin to reflect reality as it is... That cognitive dissonance hurts. And it makes you angry.

And you take that anger out on the teenager looking at himself in the mirror.

He must have been a bad person, because if he wasn't, then my God, this might just be a dystopia you are living in, one where your normal contented life is just a lucky roll of the dice.

And you weren't even the one who rolled it.

That's Nancy.

[nolanhollogay]

flipped spoilers: nancy helps kill the dad whose name i can’t remember

this is making me laugh dgfg but sadly no 💔 nancy manages to get through both movies without killing anyone !

[sp0o0kylights]

Grass is green, water is wet, and Jonathan Byers does not like Steve Harrington.

These are known facts in the universe.

Computers were going to take over the world, a “mobile” phone was being invented, and Steve Harrington had lost most of his hearing.

These were unknown facts--rumors even, if you will. Eddie had never seen even a grain of truth to support any of them. 

(Well, maybe the computer thing, but only because Grant and Dustin both had made a couple of convincing arguments.) 

So he doesn’t think about it, when his freshman gang up on him. 

Doesn’t even factor the “can’t hear well” thing in, when he was tasked (demanded, whined, bitched and moaned at) with helping them explain to Steve why going to the release party of the new D&D box set, located at a hobby store only a mere 2 hour drive away, was important.

Eddie’s not even sure how the little shits got him to agree to do it until he’s standing in the parking lot in front of the former King himself. 

“The store’s leading up to the release with a handful of one-shots.” He’s explaining, unsure whether to pull out the bored act or play up his court jester persona, and thus mixing and matching on the fly. 

He does not care if Harrington doesn’t know what a one-shot is. 

“They’re releasing the set at midnight. You have to be there to get it though, you can’t have someone else pick it up for you because they only got a certain amount in.” 

Harrington’s frowning (no surprise) but it’s not until Eddie is well into his spiel about how his van is already full with the elder members of Hellfire, and thus has no room for the freshmen, that he realizes Steve isn’t quite looking at him. 

Is in fact, looking over his shoulder.

Eddie stops. Follows Harrington’s gaze.

Parked across from Steve’s Beemer, is Jonathan Byer’s barely working clunker car. 

A handful of steps in front of it, and thus nearly right behind Eddie, is the man himself.

His hands are still moving, mouth shaping words silent as he goes, his gaze locked not on Eddie or the kids--but on Steve. 

Who turns back around as Harrington’s eyes slide right back to him. 

“And this is taking place next Friday?” He says, in that sort of annoyed but resigned way parents aim at their children. “After school?” 

“I’d like to go during  school, but the freshmen insist you wouldn’t let them ditch out.” Eddie tells him. “They had two separate arguments about it.” 

Loud ones, that had interrupted the game and given Eddie a migraine. 

Once again Steve’s eyes slide away from him, to Jonathan. 

“They’re not skipping school.” He says suddenly, a glare forming and Jonathan makes an annoyed noise. 

“They argued about skipping, they’re not going to.” He says aloud, and finally steps up so that he’s next to Eddie instead of behind him. 

“Munson slow down, I can’t sign as fast as you’re talking.” He adds, in the hang-dog grumble he’s notorious for. 

Eddie stares at him. 

“Can he seriously not hear me?” 

“No.” Steve and Jonathan answer together. 

“I can kind of still hear,” Steve adds, gaze returning to Eddie’s face. “But its more loud music or noises. I can lip read, but you’re also talking too fast for that.” 

Without pausing, he turns back to Jonathan and says; “Why can’t you take them?”

“It’s Friday.” Byers deadpans. 

Eddie’s not an expert on sign language, but his hands somehow looked deadpan too. 

He’s not sure how Jonathan did that. 

“So?” Steve snarks back. 

What follows is an argument that Eddie is not, at all involved in, mostly because he’s too busy handling the fact that Jonathan Byers has learned sign language, for Steve Harrington, apparently, and given the tone the argument is taking they still don’t even like each other.  

Eventually the argument ends, Steve throwing his hands in the air and demanding that Jonathan owes him. 

(Eventually Eddie will corner the ever so quiet Will Byers and ask why the hell his brother learned sign language for someone he clearly fucking hates.

“Oh they don’t hate each other.” Baby Byers would say, in that shy, quiet way of his. “I think they’re actually friends now?” 

“You think?”

“Well--you’ve seen them.” Will shrugs. “I think being mean to each other is kinda their thing.” 

‘What the hell.’ Eddie would think, right up until he stumbled across one of the kids sign language books. 

Byers the Elder, he decides, isn’t the only person who should learn sign language to chew out Harrington properly.

The pay off is immediate. 

Or at least, the pay off of watching Steve’s shocked face the first time Eddie signs something vulgar at him is, anyway.)

[reality-detective]

How does this happen 🤔

[n7punk]

"you don't have the context and aren't invited to this conversation" is such a good line to use in many situations but it's from a Nancy Drew ghost hunting game

[jadewritesficshere]

Just thinking about s4 but when Alpha!Eddie grabs Steve to shove the bottle against his neck, he doesn't realize Steve is an omega and accidentally scruffs him. And Steve is just boneless, kinda goes down. And Eddie isn't expecting deadweight and almost falls ontop of Steve but realizes what's happening (let's just say he's fought off a few bullies who scruffed members of his pack). He immediately drops the bottle and holds onto Steve, who tries to scent Eddie. Just shoves his face into Eddie's neck and nuzzles it, lets out a purr unintentionally.

[fallstaticexit]

10 year old Jonathan Landgraab & 8 year old Malcolm Landgraab

[slasherscream]

I love your writing! And you just get my craziness and character obsessions. I was thinking what would happen if reader had a bruise cheek or lip, and refuse to tell them what happen. Then they discover that the reader was the one who beat the shit out of someone for saying something about their partner, and how proud yet pissed off they will be. I’m think Crazy Ass Girls Gang, need more possessive and protective FMC. Thank you!

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine - Tricks you into thinking she’s gonna be normal about it. She purses her lips when you won’t tell her anything, but quietly rushes off to get the first-aid kit. WATCH OUT! You have just activated a trap card: emotional manipulation. Her most powerful weapon. She’ll silently and dotingly take care of you. Disinfectant. Gentle Hands. Careful bandaging. Petulant silence. Painkillers lovingly dropped in your hand. Big sad eyes staring up at you. When you inevitably break and tell her what happened she could melt! She does melt, straight into your arms. You’re gonna be covered in lipstick by the time she’s through with you. Her hero. Don’t worry, she’ll help you clean up… eventually. Later, you’ll have to help her clean up too. It was so romantic of you to fight for her honor…. But she'd never let someone live after they hurt you, silly.

Jordan Li - Won’t drop the line of questioning until you’re damn near ready to fight her too. She hates that you’re hurt. She loves that you wanted to defend her. Jordan gets a lot of criticism, sometimes it seems never ending. The fact that you feel so strongly about protecting her, not because you think she can’t fight her own battles… but because she shouldn’t have to do it all alone? It means a lot. Still, she doesn’t want you getting into fights. Let alone fights over her. It doesn’t matter how badly you hurt the other person. If there are marks on you Jordan is going to go find them for round two. “You like to put hands on people?” Words spoken seconds before disaster (she’s ignoring the fact that you started the fight. Jordan could give a shit about semantics.)

Nancy Downs - Don’t wanna tell her? Cool! Get ready to experience her favorite couple’s activity besides shoplifting: abusing your coven bond to read your mind! Hooray! It will hurt badly. Because Nancy always makes it hurt when you keep her out on purpose, or hide things from her (or when she thinks you’re doing that.) But don’t worry, after she realizes how sweet you really were, she’ll make you feel all better. Cooing over you as much as she ever allows herself to coo. Cleaning your cuts. Healing you with her magic. Trying to ease the fever that always comes whenever she uses your bond in a way she shouldn’t. She thinks you’re the stupidest, sweetest thing. You’re witches. You don’t have to use your fists anymore to win fights. She leaves you with the coven and goes to enact a witch’s vengeance on whoever dared to lay a finger on you. 

Jennifer Check - You’ll try not to tell her but she immediately starts making such wild accusations you have to just come out and admit to why you’re injured. “I can smell someone on you. If you wanted to get beat up to get your rocks off you should’ve just told me, I’d happily beat the shit out of you.” Start talking quickly! She looks like she’s about to start fulfilling that nonexistent wish now. Once you tell her she has to suppress a smile. She’s a demon. She doesn’t need you playing knight in shining armor over what some jealous, mouth-breathing, loser is saying about her… but, it’s kinda hot that you did. She’ll show you just how hot she thinks it is. Then you two are gonna take a nice little drive, and you’re gonna point out the jackass who put bruises on you. She’ll fuck you again after she’s full. “Thanks for finding my next meal, baby.” 

Victoria Neuman - Victoria expects you to have better self control than this. Not telling her what happened isn’t an option. Ever. The look on her face when you first try and insist that nothing happened is enough for you to quietly admit you got into a fight. Her blood pressure sky-rockets. You two have an image to maintain. You’re her spouse. She has enough problems as it is. She’s thinking of viral videos, nightly news, seedy gossip magazines doing think-pieces: do we really want this person standing behind the president as first spouse? When you tell her you fought one of the Boys for trying to convince you she’s a monster? Well…. She goes a little softer. Victoria will pull you into the circle of her arms and thank you for being so loyal to her. She means it from the bottom of her heart. She’s also dreaming of the day she can pop their fucking heads. Touching you. Talking to you. Trying to turn you against her… they’ve crossed her last line. 

Carrie White - The moment she sees you she’s in hysterics: “Oh, Angel, what happened?!” You’re really gonna sit there and not tell her anything? She’s worked herself into an anxiety attack within seconds. She can hardly open the first aid kit, she’s shaking so bad. The sound of your voice is always so soothing for her that you’ll start telling her the story just to have something to say. She listens quietly while she cleans you up. You’ll have to pull her into your lap before long, and kiss her gently. You’re all she has in the world and it scares her to death to think of you putting yourself in unnecessary danger. You’ll fall asleep curled into each other’s arms. You whisper soft reassurances: “Nothing’s gonna happen to me / I’ll always be here.” Carrie tries her best to listen. You’ll wake up alone, but wander downstairs just as Carrie walks through the front door. She wanted to get her knight in shining armor some breakfast from your favorite diner down the street. She watches you eat with a big smile, and thinks about how she’ll have to burn those clothes in the trunk of the car. She couldn't risk them trying to hurt you again.

Ginger Fitzgerald - Don’t piss her off. If you don’t tell her exactly who touched you she’ll rip the entire city apart. Women, children, men, everyone. Anyone. “Do you want me to do that? Huh, baby? Is that what you want me to do?” No? Then start talking. She won’t be able to see through the blood-lust long enough to take care of you. As soon as you say a name Ginger’s out the door. She’ll only return once she’s thoroughly covered in viscera and gore. She’s still dripping with it when she crawls into bed with you, smearing the blood across your body. She’ll lick at any injury you have, until they’re clean and closed, your skin smooth and unblemished. She’s the only thing that can leave marks on you. She’ll kill anything else that tries. “You don’t have to lift a finger for me, baby. If you want someone hurt, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything for you.” Just run your fingers through her hair and try not to cringe as your fingertips get stained red. 

Patricia (Split) - She’s devastated by the state you come home in after she allows you to go out on a walk all by yourself for the first time since you were…. taken. You’d been so good for her. So obedient. So sweet. She wanted to reward you. And now your eye is starting to bruise, and your clothes are all askew, and your knuckles are swollen. Her calm demeanor cracks, and it’s a struggle to stay in the light. She takes deep breaths, centers herself. None of the others are what you need, right now. You need her. She strips you down, runs you a bath, won’t even let you hold the washcloth. It’s only as she’s patting you dry that she can force out words, finally: “What happened to you, sweet thing, hmm?” The guilt nearly brings her to tears. Months of keeping you close and look at what just a pinch of negligence has done to you… You try to assuage her guilt. You tell her you ran into a neighbor, who’d seen the two of you out together once Patricia trusted you enough to accompany her for little things like grocery trips. You say it’s your fault you came back to her in this condition. That you just couldn’t stand the vile things they said about her. Her face drops into an expression you’ve never seen. It’s gone in an instant, replaced by that comforting, ever present smile she wears for you. She takes you by the chin and kisses your forehead: “My little sweet thing. Playing knight, are you?” You had her love before. Tentatively, you had something like trust. Now Patricia trusts you completely. Even so, you won’t be going out alone again. Patricia trusts you. But it’s clear she can’t trust the world to be gentle with you. Don’t worry, though. All you need to do is ask, when you want to feel the sun on your face. You never see that neighbor again, no matter what time of day you and Patricia go walking.

A/N: thank you!!! we need more batshit crazy women with something wrong with them! Batshit crazy women with something wrong with them unite! if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writer's fuel is engagement. Xoxoxo

[knifetomeatu]

theyre both having an AMAZING time!!!☕💕 also shout out to @bloodmire-clan for the wonderful hc that johnnys hands are super scarred as well😌 i love it

[anotherpapercut]

the democrats long term plan cannot just be "win every election for the next several decades" without doing literally anything at all to secure votes and protect voting rights. it is shocking to me how many of y'all just play along with this and blame VOTERS instead of the people who have power and refuse to even pretend to use it

[k-germsworld]

What sex class would Momoland Nancy teach?

I think she can teach titsjob

[ashintheairlikesnow]

You know I gotta do it after what you just put me through... how about some Miss Nancy whump? Her kids cutting her off? A humiliating expose? A vigilante stealing her retirement and donating it to a petlib charity?

Hit her where it hurts 🥺 please 🥺

Man, on one side we have people wanting her pushed down the stairs and on the other financial thievery and becoming infamous

No worries, though. Her kids don't talk to her and cut her off after the Olympics when they realize she knew

Granted, she pretends she doesn't know why...

[nolanhollogay]

Quick! (but not really)

what are your scream ocs star signs?

wyatt is a leo (july 25th)

tate is a cancer (july 5th)

nancy is a virgo (august 23rd)

[morganbritton132]

Eddie and Nancy supporting Steve and Robin playing soccer is fantastic because of course they don’t care about. It feels like a great time for them to sit and catch up though; I just feel like there’s so much to bond over. And? How does Eddie react if Steve uses his head to hit the ball? I know it’s just a ball but I’m worried about Steve’s head! Thank you again for this world <3

I love the thought of Steve showing Eddie all this equipment he bought for this random summer soccer league that him and Robin decided the join. Eddie just takes it all in even though he doesn’t know anything about soccer and doesn’t really want to learn.

“Okay, so that protects down here,” He says, gesturing to Steve’s legs. He then gestures to Steve’s face, “What about up here?”

Steve’s just like, “Oh, I bought these protective glasses but I’ll probably just wear contacts.”

“No, I mean,” Eddie gestures even higher up on Steve’s head. “Shin guards, right? Protects the shins. What’s protecting all of that?”

“My hair?”

“Your skull.”

“It’s soccer, Ed,” and if that means something, Eddie does not know what it is. “Unless you’re the goalie, it’s all below the waist.”

“…Are you the-“

“I’m not the goalie.”

So Eddie doesn’t love it but he’ll accept it. He liked it better when Steve played baseball with the teachers from school because baseball players have helmets but it’s just soccer, right. Not like it’s football or MMA.

Then Eddie goes to the first game and watches Steve use his head to stop a ball and just *internally screams*

[reality-detective]

When people tell you who they are, believe them the first time.

PIGLOSI: “We are very discreet, reptilian, cold-blooded. These are the races we have to win.”