#yes my nancy
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spirit-meets-the-b0ne Ā· 3 months ago
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God I love Dustin Henderson so much man, I know Will is in love with Mike because only a deeply down bad homosexual would be able to say Mike ā€œis the heartā€ when Dustin is alive and in the party. Dustin is the one constantly mediating in S1 between Mike and Lucas, heā€™s even insecure of his own newness to the group when he conciliates. Because even though the party are all HIS best friends he is able to rationalize why they might have a hierarchy based on seniority. Mike makes it clear that isnā€™t the case. Itā€™s partly why Dustin is quicker to accept Eleven and partly why heā€™s so open to including Max ā€œas the new kidā€ because that was him once. Dustinā€™s iconic ā€œsheā€™s our friend and sheā€™s crazy!ā€ Dustin and Lucas having parallel deviations from their code of honor in ST2 and Dustin being (so dramatic ik) literally ready to fall on the sword for his misdoings. Dustin basically involving Steve out of necessity but then cultivating that relationship to make Steve a good friend, Steve who had the shittiest friends in high school and attention for all the wrong reasons. Steve never had a true friend in his life and then some 12 year old basically gave him a crash course. In ST3 when Dustin earnestly challenges Steveā€™s socially conditioned need to be seen as cool only for Steve to become bffs with a band geek. A band geek who is also a lesbian that Steve would rather be seen as a rizzless hack of a womanizer than out her to anybody, even Dustin. All of Dustin and Steve. Dustin going from calling Steve a douchebag, to Eddie saying the kid worships him and thinks heā€™s a total badass. Dustin who in ST4 is once again demolishing social norms of high school vs middle school because FUCK, his friend is in middle school! His friend Erica, his comrade Lady Applejack, is a black girl in junior high and he dgaf what anyone thinks about it. ALL OF DUSTIN AND ERICA. Dustin teaching Erica to embrace her inner nerd, to Erica staunchly declaring ā€œIā€™ve bled with him!ā€ When asked if she knows Dustin. Dustin who is the FIRST person that Max goes to when shit hits the fan in ST4 because god damn dude Dustin is the heart. Dustinā€™s unwavering support of Eddie even when the evidence is stacked against him, Dustin always believed in Eddie Munson. Dustin is the only one who truly offers Wayne condolences. He is the friend of all friends. Dustin is constantly carrying the party through crisis and discomfort, heā€™s dedicated, heā€™s unabashedly caring, and heā€™s the character that is able to socially move across the board in every direction. I fuckin love this little curly haired drama king because these geeks would be LOST without him!!! If Dustin isnā€™t the heart; heā€™s the Central Nervous System, heā€™s the nucleus, heā€™s fucking vital to not only the party but every other tertiary character of importance. Heā€™s constantly inspiring and providing direction. Heā€™s a goofball, heā€™s wise beyond his years, heā€™s a lover and heā€™s a fighter, he always has a plan and he always has a bad idea, heā€™s the voice of reason and the resounding falsetto alarm of things gone wrong, heā€™s never done anything wrong ever in his life, one time something ate his cat but besides that. Heā€™s my heart of the show damn it!
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emblazons Ā· 6 months ago
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"If you touch her again, I will kill you. Again."
STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES S04E09 - The Piggyback (Part I of II)
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neobastard Ā· 12 days ago
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šŸšØBREAKING NEWSšŸšØ
tnt has officially put the void within on pause between chapters 7 and 8. according to their statement on the official twitter account, it's to "make exciting improvements based on your feedback".
all plot activities (void essence collection, battledome fights, volunteer shifts, and story updates) will be on hold, and voidworks specifically will be getting an update.
the void within is slated to return in early 2025, but the team's assured us that there will be plenty of holiday activities in the meantime.
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i have absolutely no clue what this means for the future of the plot.
but i'm going to trust that tnt made this decision because they felt that the feedback they received required such a long hiatus to make changes around.
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blushweddinggowns Ā· 2 years ago
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Now with Part 2!
Steve didnā€™t have the best track-record when it came to relationships. Itā€™s not that he had a problem getting into them, he just had an issue staying in them. Or more accurately, getting someone to want to stay with him.
Nancy was the worst example of that by far, but even before her, there was a trend in Steveā€™s life. People broke up with him, not the other way around. And he knew why. Steve wasnā€™t stupid, or at least, not as stupid as people thought he was. He knew he was clingy, he knew he fell in love too fast, got intense too fast, he was painfully aware of the fact.
And he wasnā€™t going to go through it again. Robin had been the last straw, in both a good and a bad way. The romance aspect was obviously shot to shit immediately, but at the same time, she was the one person in his life, who wasnā€™t a literal child, that didnā€™t think he was too much. She was the one person who loved him back unconditionally, all of his clinginess and care one hundred percent accepted.
And Steve would take it. He got lucky enough to get someone to want to be in his life while knowing the real him, why push? A platonic soulmate was probably more than he deserved anyway. So Steve accepted the fact that this was it. Maybe down the line, heā€™d do what his parents did, get married for convenience instead of love. Have kids, the whole normal life shebang. But for now, he was happy to keep all that crap away from him.
But then came Eddie Munson.
Stupid, reckless, annoying, adorable Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who almost died protecting Steveā€™s favorite child, Eddie Munson who had the prettiest eyes in the state of Indiana, Eddie Munson who ended up being the sweetest, funniest person Steve had ever met. Eddie Munson, who latched onto Steve with lightning fast speed, and made him feel like his life had fucking color again.
They became fast friends, half because experiencing hell together was a really great bonding experience, and half because Dustin refused to hang out with them separately now that their weird jealous feud was over. The little shit was obviously trying to play as a friend matchmaker, and it worked to Dustinā€™s delight.
Despite all their differences, Steve and Eddie just clicked. On the surface, they couldnā€™t be more different, but underneath it all, they were eerily similar. Both had shitty parents who hated them, both were fucking terrible at academics and would side-eye each other when one of their genius friends went on a smart person rant. They were both snarky shitheads who could make the other laugh like no tomorrow. They both wanted out of this shitty town, but were too afraid to leave their friends behind. And they justā€¦liked each other. A lot.
Steve could, and had, spent hours talking to him on the phone, about anything and nothing. And as embarrassing as it was, falling asleep on there together was not a rare thing for either of them. Soon enough, they were almost attached at the hip. Even at work they couldnā€™t stay away from each other, either Eddie was loitering on the Family Video floor chatting up Steve, or Steve was impatiently waiting in Eddieā€™s passenger seat as he did a drug deal. And it was all so fun, just being with him. Steve kind of felt like he was on top of the world.Ā 
But then it happened. He didnā€™t know how it happened, but it happened.
One second, they were on their way to the movie theater, arguing about what they were going to see, and the next Steve realized it. He stared at Eddie, still in the middle of his rant on how The Fly was going to be so much more memorable than Stand by Me.
An uncomfortably familiar feeling was building up inside him. Familiar but different, more intense than anything he could remember. But he still knew what it was. It was that horrible, fluttery feeling he had with Nancy, but worse. Because with Nancy, Steve had been trying, he had worked to impress her, had opened himself up on purpose to get his heart broken.
But with Eddie? It felt like he was taking a piece of Steve without permission. He hadnā€™t even thought about it when he opened up to him, he just did it. He never pretended with him, he was just his bitchy, overly attached self, and Eddie had never had a problem, if anything he encouraged it.
In hindsight, Steve had never had a chance.
He was in love with him. He was in love with him and he wanted to puke. He had Eddie take him straight home after that, with a half truth about feeling like shit. And then he had to wave him off from trying to take care of him, the ass. Like making Steve fall in love with him wasnā€™t enough, he had to genuinely care about him too? It just made him feel worse.
He had called Robin immediately, because what else could he do? He told her the whole shitty story, and like the angel she was, she talked him through it, sexuality crisis included. She made the argument that if he could fight demons with his bare hands, than he could more than handle being gay for one dude. Which...maybe wasnā€™t the most sound reasoning, but it worked.
They developed a system, Steve could whine and cry to Robin about his hopeless infatuation, and hang out with Eddie like nothing was wrong. And when Eddie eventually moved on with a girlfriend, Steve would just lock himself in his room for two weeks and cry like a loser until he got over it. It was a good plan, and he felt like he had everything under control.
Until he didnā€™t.
It was another Friday night, and Steve was always over at Eddieā€™s on Fridays. And Saturdays. And Sundays. And occasionally on Wednesday and Thursday. Almost always on Mondays and Tuesdays.
Okay, so he borderline just lived there when he wasnā€™t working, but so what? Eddie always seemed happy to see him, and Wayne didnā€™t mind. He was reading a comic on Eddieā€™s bed, while Eddie was fiddling with his guitar, staring into space.
ā€œHey Steve?ā€
ā€œHm?ā€
Eddie was quiet for a second, pausing before asking, ā€œWhy donā€™t you date girls anymore?ā€
Steve was only half-listening, still engrossed in what he was reading, ā€œDonā€™t really have the time.ā€
ā€œBut you do have the time. Likeā€¦now is the time. You can tell me if Iā€™m the one getting in the way of that.ā€
Steve shrugged, flipping the page, ā€œYouā€™re never in the way. I just like spending time with you more than random girls, yā€™know?ā€
He could hear Eddie put down his guitar to join Steve on the bed, his voice a little shaky, ā€œSteve, if I ask you something thatā€™s, uh, kinda out there, will you promise you wonā€™t be mad?ā€
Steve rolled his eyes, impatient as he re-read the same part over again, "If itā€™s quick, Iā€™m getting to the good part here dude.ā€
Eddie took a deep breath, voice soft as he asked, "Are you in love with me?ā€
Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest, and for a brief second, he couldnā€™t help but wonder if this is what a heart attack felt like. His head shot up, comic forgotten, eyes wide as he stared at Eddieā€™s questioning face. His mind was racing too fast to form a coherent thought. How did he figure it out? Was Steve that obvious? Wasā€¦was he mad? Would he be mad? Would he hate him? Call him a queer and kick him out of the trailer? By the time he thought of the simple answer to just deny it, he had already been staring at Eddie with his mouth hanging open for a full minute.
The window for believability was definitely closed on that front.
The whole thing felt unfair. Heā€¦he had tried this time. Really, really tried to not let his stupid feelings come into play, but here he was again, caught and about to get his heart smashed to a thousand pieces.
Eddie was still waiting for an answer, tense as he searched Steveā€™s face. Steve licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like an idiot before managing to squeak out, ā€œIā€™m sorry.ā€
Eddie was still staring at him, expression unreadable as he asked again, ā€œSoā€¦you are?ā€
Steve looked away, staring back at his stupid comic book as he nodded, vision blurring. Christ, he was going to cry. Eddie was going to scream at him, or never talk to him again, or god forbid try to be understanding while shutting it down. Heā€™d have to watch their relationship slowly dissolve while Eddie kept a healthy distance away, probably take the time to fall for some pretty girl who wasnā€™t a clingy and annoying fuck like Steve was.
He froze when he felt Eddieā€™s hand on his chin, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. This was it, the end of everything. He could barely fucking see with all the tears in his eyes, but then Eddie was wiping them away and he wasā€¦smiling at him?
ā€œThank God,ā€ Eddie breathed, leaning in until their lips touched. They were kissing. Eddie Munson was kissing him. And even through his shock, Steve was damn sure kissing him back.
Eddie was trying to talk to him, pulling away to get a few words out before going right back in to press their mouths together, ā€œYou have no idea how long Iā€™ve wanted to do this.ā€
Steve was the one who had to pull away, as reluctant as he was he had to make sure he wasnā€™t dreaming here, ā€œY-youā€™re not mad?ā€
Eddie seemed to vaguely understand that they still needed to talk, but that wasnā€™t stopping him from kissing every other part of Steveā€™s face, ā€œWhy would I be mad?ā€
ā€œBecauseā€¦ā€ Because Iā€™m a guy? Because you could do better? Because Iā€™m a suffocating freak who already takes up most of your time? ā€œBecause Iā€™m me?ā€
Eddie rolled his eyes, ā€œOh no, the man Iā€™m in love with is himself. Whatever will I do?ā€
Steve froze for the second time at that, a smile slowly spreading over his face, ā€œYou love me?ā€
ā€œI love you, you love me, and I would really appreciate it if we could just make-out on my bed now that-ā€
Eddie didnā€™t even get the full sentence out before Steve was on him, tackling him on the bed to smash their lips back together.
And sure, Steve was still scared shitless about the possibility that Eddie would wake up one day and realize he could do better, but for now? Heā€™d take it.
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bigskyandthecoldgun Ā· 1 year ago
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the gang as various dimension 20 screenshots i had in my camera roll
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aurorangen Ā· 21 days ago
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Nothing was going to stop me
Transcript & Bonus:
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First time in the big city
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[Unsettling thoughts were tormenting me as I waited for her. Why did I feel so nervous?] Nancy: Vincent [hurriedly] My familyā€¦w-we're moving to the cityā€¦s-so let's run away together and escape- [As much as I wanted to be together with her, I had to face reality. Running away was not an option]
Vincent: Nancy. We're not running away [looks directly at her, carefully considering his words] We'll continue as normal and try to get into our dream schools. Just wait for me and I'll come and find you in the city [voice falters, perhaps, due to uncertainty] It'll be different then. I promise you, we'll make it out of this messā€¦
[That was the last time I saw Nancy before she moved. Not once did I stop thinking of studying law at The University of Britechester. Being a lawyer would change things from the case to how people saw me. I would have that power and knowledge over people. No one would look down on me or think of that weak boy]
[I thought maybe, her parents would give me a chance once they saw me again. Honestly, I put so much pressure on myself to get those top grades. If I messed up, it was a sign my dad was winning this battle and he would continue to haunt me forever. Unless I gained that power. So I often studied until I exhausted myself]
[Time passed by and I was back in the city, ready to start my law degree at Britechester. The countryside healed all my childhood wounds, but the scars remained. To me, they were a reminder of how far I had come. I was moving forward in life and becoming stronger. And I was going to face him and the investigation again]
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Renee: Where's Uncle Billy?
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emily-mooon Ā· 13 days ago
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@jancyweeks Day 4: 2000ā€™s + AU
Saw todays theme and immediately ran to make 2000s AU jancy
They are in fact in an aquarium. Why? I donā€™t know I just felt like putting them in one
(Please read my tags for more info)
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angeldreamsoffanfic Ā· 2 years ago
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part two of this original ficlet
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Itā€™s a couple days later when Robin Buckley is in Steve Harringtonā€™s bedroom when it fully hits her. That this boy, not much older than she is- is her best friend. Thereā€™s a million universes out there, Robin is one of the ones who believes in that fully and completely. Every little change splitting off and dividing, creating and creating and creating.
Robin, however, canā€™t even begin to imagine the universes where she doesnā€™t know Steve. Doesnā€™t know him fully and completely and as absolutely wholeheartedly as she does. Canā€™t imagine that there are galaxies where she doesnā€™t know him as well if not better than herself sometimes.
But heā€™s hers here.
ā€œDo you want to move in?ā€ Steveā€™s question is soft spoken, and Robin is quick to turn to catch his eyes in her own. Heā€™s leant up against his desk, a Rubikā€™s cube in between his fingers. His head is cocked slightly, eyebrows furrowed as his eyes and Robinā€™s meet. ā€œRob?ā€
ā€œYeah?ā€ Robin allowed herself to grin, a shy and slow curve of her lips, even as she pushed her statistics homework off of her lap. Steve nodded once then twice, a sharp bob of his chin that was so firm it almost caused his chin to make contact with his chest. ā€œYou want me to move in with you, dingus?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ Steve murmured, soft and sweet, before he tossed the Rubikā€™s cube toward Robin. She didnā€™t catch it, she never could really, but it did land in her lap- completely solved. Robin plucked it into her hands, set about messing it up again, so Steve could solve it. ā€œI wanted to ask, since I know youā€™re eighteen now and-ā€
ā€œAnd since my parents still think all of this was an earthquake?ā€ Robin supplied knowingly, before she threw the Rubikā€™s cube back to Steve. He caught it from the air with his left hand and shyly nodded, before he set about solving the puzzle cube once more. Robin is quiet for a second, just before she continues on. ā€œWhat about yours?ā€
ā€œMy parents?ā€ Steve asked with a slight furrowed brow, his head cocked slightly to the side. Robin let out a soft hum, though nodded when she saw that Steve hadnā€™t heard her well. ā€œThey uh, arenā€™t coming back to Hawkins, Rob.ā€
Robin felt her heart lurch as she rubbed her palms along her jean clad thighs, brow instantly taut as she eyed Steve. He had diverted his eyes, eyes now focused on the way he moved the Rubikā€™s cube. She had never been good at those, really, and had doubted Steveā€™s ability in solving them when he first brought the thing into the back of Scoops Aā€™hoy.
That was, of course, until she saw this.
The modes where Steveā€™s brain whirred by him too fast, his past of dealing with the Upside Down heavy on his shoulders. No matter the jokes the kids tended to make in Steveā€™s expense, he really wasnā€™t an idiot. Not when it came to puzzles, at the very fucking least.
Robin shook her head, wiggling further onto the carpet to be able to extend one of her legs. She hooks her ankle around Steveā€™s, smiling a little bit softer when he immediately eased into the touch. His shoulders stopped being tense and up by his ears, easing down to their natural resting point. Robin letā€™s it stay quiet for a beat, then two, before she starts to speak again.
ā€œI love you.ā€ Robin let herself murmur the words easily, even when Steveā€™s eyes are immediately glassy and soft. His brows furrow and she let her own furrow back, a mirror image to his. ā€œLike this all-consuming aching love that Iā€™ve never felt for anyone. Not like this.ā€
ā€œRobbie-ā€
ā€œNo, let me get this out there.ā€ Robin shook her head quickly as she scrambled forward, coming to kneel at Steveā€™s side. She cradled his cheeks in her hands, thumbs curled against his cheekbones as she tilted his chin up so his eyes would be met with her own. She knew what she must look like, like sheā€™s on a warpath. (And in her mind, she is.) ā€œI donā€™t think I have ever loved someone as much as I love you, dingus.ā€
ā€œYou are it for me, Steven Richard Harrington. You are my soulmate, and you-ā€ Robin let herself sniffle, let Steve cradle her own cheeks in his palms. He mimicked the way she held him, hands gentle and thumbs cradling softly against her cheekbones. His thumbs brush even softer under her eyes, sweeping away tears Robin knew had managed to come out. ā€œYou deserve someone to tell you that every fucking day, and if it has to be me saying it to you for it to sink inā€¦ then so be it.ā€
ā€œI love you, Robbie.ā€ Steveā€™s own voice is wet and almost muffled sounding, brows still taut as his eyes shimmer with his own unshed tears. Robin makes sure to be gentle as she pressed her fingers harder into Steveā€™s face, squeezing his cheeks as she meets his eyes intently.
A beat passed. Then another. Robin let Steve stare unabashedly into her eyes, even when his own softened at whatever he had found inside of them.
ā€œWhat?ā€ Robin is almost scared to ask the question, even as Steveā€™s smile twitched at the very corner. Steve hummed softly, thumbs doing a final swoop up Robinā€™s cheeks, before he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. ā€œDingus?ā€
ā€œYou like Nancy.ā€
The statement is enough for Robinā€™s hands to fall off of Steveā€™s face, and she could feel the way her jaw slackened slightly. Steve is smug, almost, in the way he leaned further against the base of his desk as Robin scrambled backwards. Heā€™s even quicker though, catching her ankle with his own- and causing her to land with a thud onto her butt thatā€™s only minimally softened by his carpet.
ā€œHow did you-ā€
ā€œYouā€™ll find, that Iā€™m one of the ones that knows what being in love with her is like.ā€ Steveā€™s voice is soft, but thereā€™s an edge on the back of it that caused Robin to swallow. Robin isnā€™t sure what fluttered hard in her stomach and chest, an ache of a feeling that caused her mouth to go dry and her brows to furrow. Steve licked at the corners of his mouth for a second, fingers flying faster as he turned and twisted at the Rubikā€™s cube. ā€œAnd I justā€¦ let me say this, yeah?ā€
ā€œYeah.ā€ Robin heard her voice croak, and she couldnā€™t help but feel as if sheā€™s swimming in molasses as she watched Steve. His shoulders are up closer to his ears again, before he seemed to make the conscious decision to lower them. After a beat, the Rubikā€™s cube is solved, and Robin lets him toss it into her lap again.
ā€œI donā€™t care that you like her at all, really.ā€ Steveā€™s voice is soft and his words are spoken with a slow tilt to them, brows still furrowed as his bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. Robin watched him worry at it for a bit, before he let it go and began to speak again. ā€œI was in love with her, I know, and she broke my heart in two-ā€
ā€œDingus-ā€ Robin tried softly, but she let herself be cut off when Steve shook his head sharply. She instead, tossed the once more scrambled puzzle cube his way- and watched as he began to solve it again.
ā€œIf sheā€¦ā€ Steve shook his head once, then twice, before his eyes met hers. Thereā€™s something there thatā€™s lurking in them, a steel glimmer to them that Robin hasnā€™t seen before. Heā€™s never really like this with her, not pulling on his King Steve persona like a personal shield again. ā€œIf she hurts you, Rob? Whatever friendship between her and I thatā€™s somehow been salvaged? Itā€™sā€¦ There isā€¦ I donā€™t care for a lot, not really anymore.ā€
Steve paused for a beat, shaking his head as he sniffled. He continued, speaking quieter and focused on his hands as he let the Rubikā€™s cube fall to his carpet.
ā€œBut if I ever have to chose between you and her? Rob, Iā€™m going to pick you every time. And I want to be selfish and ask if youā€™d pick me too.ā€
Robin felt the tears then, hot and almost burning against her cheeks. Steve scrambled forward almost immediately, and Robin let out a gross even to her ears sounding sniffle as she let him cradle her to his chest. Robin reached up then, fingers searching and digging, pulling Steve closer to her. They entwine easily, and Robin canā€™t help but immediately think of Greek mythology.
Thereā€™s a story, one her mother used to tell her in place of fairytales. Of how the Greek philosopher, Plato, believed that humans used to have four arms and legs, and had two faces. Her mother always told it best, of how Zeus had deemed humans too prideful and split them as a form of punishment. Humans destined to walk the Earth searching for their other half, for their soulmate.
When she was little she used to think it would be romantic.
She knew better now.
She knew better because here she had Steve. And she may never get the chance or even the balls to tell Nancy Wheeler how she feels.
(That there are times where Robin looks at Nancy, and envisions a life where they are incandescently happy. Times where Robin can remember the burn and ache she felt for both Tammy and for Vickie, but that even together they donā€™t amount to what she feels for Nancy. That there are times where all Robin can do is just fucking wish andā€”)
She may never have a romantic soulmate.
Maybe itā€™s not in the cards for her in this reality, maybe thatā€™s only something she can have in a different universe. Strangely, a part of her is okay with that.
Because here she has Steve. Here Steve has her.
And theyā€™re SteveandRobin and RobinandSteve.
Two halves of a whole split by a God in a fit of rage, but somehow against all the odds they have managed to find each other and conjoin again.
Robin kept her voice soft as she pressed a soft kiss to Steveā€™s chest, and she left her lips there as she mumbled her next words. Theyā€™re the only words that fit, even though she wished she could bare her soul and mind completely, let him read and take his fill. Let him be comforted by her love.
As complete and unconditional as it is.
ā€œIā€™d chose you in every fucking lifetime, Steve.ā€
Itā€™s quiet for a moment, and Robin squeezed her fingers more intently against Steveā€™s shoulders. Steve is quick to mimic her, giving Robin a few quick pulses of his fingers, before he spoke up after a beat.
ā€œI think I have a crush on Eddie.ā€
Robin canā€™t help but explode into laughter.
Steve followed with his own shortly after.
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hope you enjoyed! hereā€™s the link for this fic if following along with it on ao3 is more your jam <3 more parts to come soon!
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doctorsiren Ā· 7 months ago
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Iā€™ve done it again
We were talking about Misty and Gregory (thank you Squib for coming up with the ship name Mistory LMAO itā€™s perfect) and once again (because I love to design characters) was like ā€œhm what if they had a kidā€ and then decided that they should have twins because itā€™s been too long since Iā€™ve decided to design twins :3
So here we have little Gwendolyn and Griffin
Gwen has very little in the way of spirit powers, but she wants to be a paranormal investigator. She will use a magatama like a supernatural magnifying glass (by looking through the hole of it).
Griffin, despite being a dude, has spirit powers (because I said so. He gets to be special hehe).
Just very quick concepts for the silly :>
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thereigning-lorelai Ā· 6 months ago
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ace + watching the people he loves leaving him
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stbot Ā· 1 year ago
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Yeah, well... maybe Iā€™m done being a Pink Lady.
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snowangeldotmp3 Ā· 1 year ago
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stranger things: the game
nancy and barb gameplay
(or, the one where i have too much fun yet again with this concept)
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emblazons Ā· 7 months ago
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"I know what it's like to be different. To be alone in this world."
STRANGER THINGS SANS VISAGES S04E07 - The Massacre at Hawkins Lab
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infiniteentertainment Ā· 12 days ago
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Nancy Wheeler's Unfailing Internal Clock
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harringroveera Ā· 3 months ago
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AU where Nancy and Heather get paired up in class and turns out, they are actually both The Finger Queen, only in different ways
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cuepickle Ā· 1 year ago
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Practicing #nancywheeler (for more breakfast club AU šŸ‘€)
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