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xenon-demon · 1 year

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In a steddie doctor who AU neither of them are the doctor. ROBIN is the doctor and Steve is her long term companion who basically just lives in the TARDIS with her because he didn’t have a whole lot keeping him where he was originally from. They meet Eddie when they’re in Hawkins in the 80s investigating some strange events that scream of spacetime fuckery and Steve goes “can we keep him 🥺” and Robin says yes absolutely - after hitting Steve with the I Know What You Are eyes of course. Once it’s established he can come back without anyone missing him (cause yknow, time travel) Eddie is thrilled to come with them because oh my god??? Aliens are real??? TIME TRAVEL is real???? Eddie’s got enough self-authored Star Trek fanfiction hidden under his bed to not need to think twice about this decision, okay.

Cue adventures and shenanigans and Eddie having the classic companion dilemma of “I love travelling with you and also am kinda falling in love with Steve but I also have friends (the CC boys) and family (Wayne) I really care about waiting for me back in Hawkins that I can’t just abandon”. I’m thinking the solution to that is something along the lines of Steve settling down with Eddie and staying with him on Earth, either in his original time in Hawkins or somewhere/sometime else with Robin generously helping Wayne out so he can go with them.

Also Eddie demands they use time travel for the greatest possible good: allowing him to see all his favourite metal bands live in concert in their prime.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #robin buckley #stranger things doctor who AU #steddie doctor who AU #charlie writes things #Robin also has romantic entanglements going on but I’m a multi shipper and currently unsure which direction to take this in #options include #a) time agent nancy wheeler who has it out for Robin and they have an enemies to lovers arc #b) alien princess chrissy cunningham who is about to be executed for trying to escape an arranged political marriage to jason #so Robin and the boys help her get the hell out of dodge #and by far the most unhinged option #c) time lord vickie who is the master to robin’s doctor. vickie is also probably a regeneration of 001 in this timeline #like I said. UNHINGED

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ronanceisintheair · 2 years

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People who say nancy was mean to Robin have me like *calculation meme* as if this girl wasn't overwhelmed and probably overstimulated. Like these people close to her keep winding up dead.

Yea she's coming off cold at first, which is viable given her circumstances.(tbh I respect that she responds to Robin. She doesn't shut Robin up even if it's adding to her overwhelmed brain)

But also Nancy definitely is that person who is irritable when they're overstimulated/overwhelmed. You see it in the car scene when the car won't start outside the mall.

#yall don't know what mean is. like there's clear examples of assholes on the show and people still act like Nancy is a vile person...smdh #but everyone wants to be an apologist for the men on this show actively being c*nts #ronance #nancy wheeler #she's done nothing wrong(no cap)#stranger things

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c-is-for-circinate · 10 months

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Ok so regarding the stranger things extended universe, i definitely want to know more about nancy and her storyline, like does this become her career ? investigating government conspiracies? And how does she feel about it? About not living a more peaceful life after everything?

After something like Hawkins, there are three ways to go if you want to keep sane, Nancy thinks. Or, well. As sane as any of them are, now.

Some of them went out into the world ready to grab life and joy with both hands and all their teeth, the memory of how close death came to devouring them enough to spur them on to devour life right back. (Eddie's playing Boston next week, wants to know if she'll go to his show; Max and El, last Nancy heard, are learning to surf.) Some of them went out into the world still full of combat reflexes they didn't mean to keep and tripped into a new fight, a slower quieter more mundane one. (She saw the photos Jonathan took last time he visited Steve and Robin in Chicago, the protests last month, the signs, the flags.) And some of them...well. Some of them left the lessons of Hawkins a little less behind than that.

They won in Hawkins, inasmuch as burned-out buildings and the town memorials and the deep scars cutting through a still-damaged downtown count as winning. That battle's fought and won and done. But Nancy hasn't forgotten who started it, and it wasn't Henry Creel.

(She'll argue with Dustin about it, over a mountain of fried shrimp and a pitcher of beer he's somehow old enough to legally buy, because Dustin's always cared more about the how than the why. He thinks the important lesson of Hawkins is that the laws of physics known by everybody across the global scientific community are wrong. They spend an hour and a half going back and forth about Oppenheimer and Eisenhower, Regan and Brezhnev and Martin Brenner, because one of the only differences between Vecna and a nuclear bomb is still the fact that nobody thinks Vecna could exist, but Dustin is wrong about why that's important.)

Science can do a thousand things nobody thinks it can do. Science can split an atom. Science can split dimensions. It doesn't matter why it's possible; it doesn't even really matter what's possible, beyond the fact that massive governments with thousands of soldiers and billions of dollars can always kill when they want to. Whether it's a bomb or a child experiment or a gas leak.

What matters, every time, is that people are dead. What matters is that the public needs to know.

Nancy makes her name in college breaking a story about illegal sewage dumping near a residential neighborhood before the Boston Globe even has it. She gets a professor fired for plagiarism. She almost gets expelled for libel when she tries to run a story about date rape on campus. (She almost gets caught slashing tires, after that one, but she learned from the best. Erica Sinclair taught her plenty about stealth, and Murray's been trying to drive in the idea of patience since the first time they met.)

It's not about monsters, it was never about monsters. There aren't any more monsters, Nancy thinks. (She keeps a licensed handgun in a shoebox in her apartment, because she ran out of ammo for the Makarov years ago, because monsters aren't the only things that like to threaten too-curious reporters in the middle of the night, and because you never know.) It's always been about the people the monsters destroy.

Nobody will ever believe the story of what destroyed Hawkins, probably. (Maybe someday they'll declassify. Nancy has a four-hundred-page memoir under lock and key in the safe where she doesn't store her gun, if the world ever gets there. Maybe she'll just pass it down to Mike's grandchildren.) But people know now that it was Hawkins National Lab. That some kind of government weapons research, right there on Indiana soil, broke a small town in half. That's something.

Nancy graduates college and interns anywhere she can get a foot in the door. The Globe. The Times. The Washington Post. The Post, finally, sticks. There's an editor there who loves to give new reporters just enough slack in their leashes to hang themselves with, so they can fill the back of the paper with issue-selling scandal and then have somebody to fire if the wrong person in power gets upset. Nancy does three months of research, jotting off puff pieces and human interest stories about charity work and bills with no opposition, quietly filling up file folders of photos and receipts and evidence that nobody can prove she didn't obtain legally. Her first headline runs on a Tuesday morning and gets a White House senior staffer fired by Thursday afternoon.

It could have gotten her clearing out her desk by the end of Friday, but Nancy was careful. Nancy was smart. It chafes from the inside out, like a blister on her soul, but she knows all about water it down. She could've implicated a dozen elected officials in this, and ten of them would have skated right by with no trouble, just plenty of cause to make Nancy trouble right back. (There are already people in Washington who know her name. Nancy knows there are files about her in the Pentagon.) So she's careful, she's delicate, and she implies nothing at all about anybody she can't demolish outright. She waters it down. It gets her a promotion.

Nancy doesn't drink icewater vodka, herself. She likes whiskey instead, in her coffee, in her tea. She talks on the phone with Murray Bauman at only the most irregular intervals, and he sneers at her in a way that Nancy's pretty sure translates, on Murray's tongue, to a colleague's respect. She tries not to lie. She's better at it, nowadays.

Nancy is hungry, has always been hungry. Has always been starving, one way or another, all the way back when she was twelve years old thirsting for adventure in the basement with her little brother, fifteen and ravenous for a challenge, an experience, the chance to grow up. She's choked on what she thought she wanted enough times that you'd think she'd learn by now. Mostly what it's done is toughen her teeth and teach her to chew.

She wants truth, and she can have it for herself, if she's good enough. If she doesn't try to force-feed it to the rest of the world too hard. She wants respect, she wants justice, she's selfish and selfless and hungry for all of it.

She wants to not be so afraid. She wants to not be so alone. She wants, sometimes, just once in a while, to be a little bit quiet and a little bit soft and rest.

It didn't work with Jonathan the same way it didn't work with Steve, or Liam, or Casey, or Diane. Nancy aches to be a little less alone, but she doesn't starve for it. Never once in her life has she been hungry for a person the way she's hungry for everything else. Never once in her life has she actually fallen in love back.

But Jonathan is at her front door again, because Jonathan is a yo-yo to all the people he's ever loved: backing off to give them time and space to grow, rocketing off into the world alone just for a little while, just as long as he can bear it, and then slinging himself back. Back to her again, this time.

Jonathan knows the score. Knows she loves him as much as she's ever loved anybody, other than Barb and Mike and her mother and Holly. And if it's not hunger -- if the closest Nancy has ever gotten to hunger for another person tends to happen in that oh-so-very, very discreet bar where Nancy can wear a perfectly-tailored suit and buy whiskey sours for girls in short skirts with no nightmares behind their eyes -- well, Nancy's never wanted most of them past the next morning anyway.

So sometimes Jonathan is on her couch and sometimes he's in her bed, and sometimes they fuck and sometimes all they do is sleep. When she needs a photojournalist, he's never once let her down. When she has nightmares, she wakes up just as terrified, but it's so much easier to pull herself together with someone to pull it together for. And Nancy Wheeler has never been in love, will never be in love, but she doesn't know what it could possibly have to offer that she could want more than that.

Does Nancy like her life? Wrong question. Stupid question. Better to ask if Nancy would have it any other way -- and well, yeah, she'd have a president who didn't sexually harass interns, a national defense budget that wasn't ten times the size of the department of education's, and a coffeemaker in the office that didn't get grounds in everything. She'd live in a world that didn't need her, find a new thing to be hungry about. Maybe she and Barb would both be on track for tenure by now.

In this world, she has half a dozen Pulitzer nominations and a Polk Award on her bookshelf. She has a locked filing cabinet full of other people's secrets and a locked safe full of her own. There's a file with her name on it somewhere in the Pentagon, although she hasn't managed to sneak in to read it yet. She's pretty sure the files on her desk about Pentagon staff are thicker.

#asked and answered #C writes stuff #the ST EU #Nancy Wheeler #yes this is part of one large extended universe #but I also stand by it as a general Nancy post-canon headcanon #let Nancy be aro and sort of gay and sort of ace and complicated about it #also let her choose to occasionally fuck boys about it anyway #:D #thank you for this prompt!#this was very much the push I needed

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hauntedxwritings · 5 months

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KNOCK - for whoever you're feeling most

[KNOCK]: sender walks into a room without knocking only to find receiver in their underwear Nancy squeaked hearing the door open and she quickly tried to put her clothes back on, but finally just covered herself with the shirt. "Who are you?" She looked around for something to use as a weapon. "How did you get in here?"

#ryatjustryat #c: nancy wheeler

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heyitsspaceace · 2 years

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let Nancy Wheeler kiss a girl on July 1, 2022

#RONANCE #R O N A N C E #them #them so much #stranger things 4 #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley

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girlsofhawkins · 2 years

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send “shit, you’re hot” for my muse reacting to overhearing yours accidentally saying that out loud!

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Steve kept sneaking looks at her as they leaned on the car, waiting for their "kids" to come out so he could fulfill his babysitting duties and maybe get to hang out with the grown ups for awhile.

Damn, how is she always so hot? Like seriously, Nance. Stop, you're too hot.

"Shit, you're hot."

Fuck, was that outloud?

--@badassbabysitter for Nancy

@badassbabysitter

Nancy kept looking at her watch while they were both waiting. She sighed as they needed to go out.

But her mind was changed when she heard Steve say something out loud. And that made Nancy laugh. "I am assuming you didn't mean to say that out loud." She looked at Steve with a chuckle.

"You do know that I can read you like a book." She pointed out with a chuckle.

#badassbabysitter #c; nancy wheeler

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rebelxrobin · 2 years

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@girlsofhawkins continued

"Why do you always have to put yourself on the first line, huh?" Robin's brows were furrowed, but not angrily. She was scared. "You're such a good fucking person that you don't even think twice about it, but maybe I'm selfish. You don't want to lose me? I don't want to lose you!" She gnawed at the inside of her cheek. "We do this together."

#girlsofhawkins #c; nancy wheeler #v; i feel like my whole life has been one big error (divergent)

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caroldantops · 2 years

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for nancy hours <3

being nancy’s punk outcast gf who’s hella intimidating on the outside but secretly nancy’s slutty sloppy pup (we be out here with the opposite aesthetics). occasionally nancy will let robin join in so one night robin is fucking you doggy style thanking nancy for letting her take your sloppy pussy <3 every time you start to moan and forget your task and robin stops thanking her for letting her use you she shoves your head back into her pussy and pulls on robins leash so she can’t buck anymore waiting till she’s satisfied to let the two of you continue <33

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this is absolutely POSSESSING my brain right now jesus christ i changed it a lil bit but !!

this was probably better before tumblr deleted 3/4 of it and i had to rewrite it but whatever whatever whatever

18+ only, minors dont look at me i s2g

i want this w throuple you x ronance, nancy being her cute lil seemingly prim and proper girlboss self, robin being her cool on the outside geeky on the inside self, and u being a lil angry punk who's besties with eddie and def steal his jackets that r too big on u but you dont care because it makes u look intimidating.

people always assume you call the shots since you’re always throwing snarky comments around and have some serious RBF. robin always plays along too, saying that you give nancy and her ‘scary dog privileges’ (modern au ig jdflkgjd) and you joke about how you’re their guard dog - and if ur eddies bestie i can imagine u being an annoying lil freak and doing a lil growl or baring ur teeth with robin says this i just think that would b cute <3

nancy always lets you and robin have your fun, then the second you get back to your apartment, she’s telling you both, “kneel.”

she collars both of you up, tugging yours to pull you forward. “guard dog, huh? i thought you were my sweet little puppy. guess i was wrong.”

“no, i am miss! i’m your sweet puppy.”

“mm doesn’t sound like it. sounds like you’re a big tough girl who doesn’t need me.”

“no please, i do, ‘m sorry”

“prove it.”

and then u end up with your face between nancy’s thighs, lapping messilyat her cunt just the ways she likes it. to keep her occupied, nancy ordered robin to fuck you from behind. robin’s groans and whimpers mix with your own as she ruts into u sloppily, resisting the urge to press herself fully against ur back and just jerk into u as fast as possible.

nancy tugs at robin’s leash occasionally, ordering her to slow down or speed up, all while her other hand is on the back of your head, basically rubbing your face over her pussy to get off.

“not such a tough dog now huh? you’re just a messy puppy, arent you? all you needed to keep that bratty mouth shut was my clit in it. make me cum and maybe i’ll only edge you once tonight.”

#c: nancy wheeler #c: robin buckley #s: ronance #blurb #silver writes #IM ACTUALLY KIND OF OBSESSED W TOUGH PUNK READER X RONANCE...

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