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whereyabeenloca · 2 years

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Nancy crosses her arms over her chest as soon as she gets in the car, Steve beside her turning the engine on as they head out into town from Hopper’s cabin. Was it maybe a little bit of a bad idea to be alone with him only a handful of days after his big confession in the woods? Probably. But she was feeling claustrophobic and suffocated inside the small space, and things between her and Jonathan were growing more and more tense by the minute- especially after their big blowout when his friend spilled the beans about his college acceptance letter. Robin was just going to talk her ear off about it, the kids were shooting her sympathetic glances her way at every moment, and truly, genuinely, she just really wants to sit in a comfortable, if not slightly awkward, silence with Steve.

They’re going on a supply run- groceries, guns, and gadgets, in their preparation for the looming apocalypse. She watches the trees around them get less and less dense as they pull out towards the main road, and she leans forward to turn on the radio to curb some of the tension hanging between them.

“'Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor-“

Nancy switches to another channel immediately.

“-a little bit closer

You're my kind of man

So big and so strong

Come a little bit closer-“

Click.

“When you love someone

It feels so right, so warm and true

I need to know if you feel it-“

She gives up on the idea entirely and turns it off, sinking back into her seat while she pretends to stare outside, at her chipping nail polish, anywhere but over at him. The hand he has on the steering wheel flexes, knuckles whitening before he relaxes the grip, and she can see out of her peripheral that he’s glancing over her way.

“Thought you liked the last one. At least, you did once,” he comments. A memory flashes to the forefront of her mind: the summer between her sophomore and junior year, when they’d been cruising the backroads of Hawkins together. Both of them singing the Foreigner song at the top of their lungs to each other, her holding an imaginary microphone and his stupid sunglasses balanced on the long slope of his nose. It makes her lips tug up on the edges when she remembers it, the tight hug she’s wrapped herself in loosening a little as her shoulders relax.

“No, you liked that one. I learned the lyrics after I saw it on one of your mixtapes,” the confession slips off her tongue before she can stop it and a flush rises to her fair skin, but she’s grinning out the windshield and sneaks a glance in his direction. Steve looks downright pleased with himself once he learns this, drumming his thumb against the car as they make a turn at the stop sign. With a resolved sigh, she turns the radio back on, but they just catch the tail end of the tune, and she can’t help but feel a little disappointed by it. Story of her life lately, it seems, as some Pat Benatar song plays next. There’s always some kind of interruption for them recently, and she’s torn between being grateful for it, and a little desperate to rip the bandaid off, to choke out the words that have been playing around in her brain for days.

“Four kids. And two dogs,” Nancy whispers in a voice so soft she prays he won’t catch it. But he is tuned into her, hanging on every word she will offer, and he slams on the brakes in the middle of the road, jolting them forward and then back, both of their arms coming out to brace the other automatically. They turn to look at each other, a little breathless and adrenaline making her feel dizzy without being disoriented. She blinks as they lower their hands, her initiating it first, as she folds her hands up in her lap to stare forward again while they remain unmoving. “I just- I figure six is a lot of college tuitions, you know? Four could be.. Doable. It would be a lot of work, but we could.. I don’t know. Sorry. Was this a bad time?” Nancy winces at herself, her smile turning sheepish.

“No!” Steve says it a little too quickly and scrubs his fingers back through his hair- a nervous tick before he presses down on the gas pedal again, moving the car at a snails pace like he wants to prolong every moment they will get alone. “No, that’s- it’s not a bad time at all.”

“I’m not promising anything right now,” she warns, reaching up to fix her curls behind her ears. “I just wanted to.. throw it out there. Test the waters on how you might feel about something like that. If your dream is set in stone, or…” Letting the words trail off, she props her elbow up on the car door to balance her chin in her palm, her brow scrunched together while she takes in the black smoke polluting the sky, making everything dark and ominous.

“It’s not set in stone at all, Nance. It’s a team project, not a solo mission. Not at all,” he murmurs as downtown Hawkins comes into view, the military in full swing guarding the remaining civilians left. They’ll have to put a pause on the conversation as they carefully approach the local grocer, but for now.. For now, there is a weight lifted off her heart, and for the first time in quite a while, Nancy and Steve let themselves hope.

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chdmeeksmartins · 2 years

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just got hit with stancy feels out of nowhere omfg

#stancy #mars randomly thoughts #stranger things #otp: unambiguous a sign of true love #i love them and miss them rn :((

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mybackup-account · 2 months

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Reply telling me why you love stancy.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 28 days

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What do you mean Nancy wouldn't want kids? After coming home to Steve and the kid they adopted, she finds a piece of paper on the fridge with scribbles all over it.

"It's their first article," Steve would say proudly.

And then their kid would wrap their little arms around Nancy's legs.

"I'mma porter, Mommy, like yous. I ported!" They exclaimed.

"They're so proud of their mom," Steve would also say.

Of course, Nancy would hang it up at work. Though by next week, they're a firefighter ballerina. Then, the next week, they're a lesbian like Aunt Robin, but then Aunt Robin has to sit down and explain to them that it isn't a job.

"Can I be a dingus like yous say Daddy is?" They would ask.

"Of course you can," Robin replied immediately.

"Robin! No!"

And then there's the snuggling. . .the moment where the kid would just curl up over Nancy's chest as she slept, her hand over her heart. Nancy would still be able to work on her article even if the kid snores loud enough to wake the next state over. Their dog is curled up at her feet. The distant sound of Steve arguing with Robin in the kitchen helped keep her focus. Nancy is entirely at peace.

Of course, Nancy is followed by both dog and kid the moment she walks through the door. Then she relaxes after dinner with Steve promising to give their kid a bath. Of course, that all goes to hell when the dog jumps into the bath and then jumps out, causing their kid to jump out too. Then they're running into the living room. Nancy smiles at the moment, listening to the chaos, and headed into the living room where the kid and dog are looking out the window.

"Look, mama, squirrel!"

Nancy picks her up and presses her nose to their hair. Steve comes in, drenched in water, and his hands on his hips. He looks annoyed like he tries to be, but he actually loves the chaos of it all. He smiles at the sight of them.

"I guess you need help after all," Nancy said in amusement.

"Yeah, yeah," Steve smirked. "I'm going to be saying that to you when you try to reach the top shelf again without the stool."

Let's face it, Nancy and Steve both thrive in the chaos, but they thrive in the peace too. Transitioning their monster hunting skills had been easier than they thought it would be. Though being a parent was something they both wanted, it still made them nervous and worried. Turns out, though. . . A chaotic lifestyle is something that they got in the bag. It was a good kind of chaos.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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"God, they're so adorable. I just wanna squeeze them, you know. If I'm permitted to see a silver lining in all of this end of the world doom and gloom, it would be the rekindling of some old flames that frankly never should have been snuffed out." - Robin Buckley: lesbian, dreamer, and believer of second chances. Also, Stancy and Lumax's biggest shipper. You know, aside from Dustin and Eddie, who also ship Stancy.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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Stancy is "one of us is going to have to change, which one of us is it going to be today" kind of couple. They do coin flips. Of course, sometimes they decide to match.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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" 'Nancy wasn't in love with Steve,' " I said, mocking my past self who used to hate Stancy.

The way she tucks her hair behind her ear, softly touching the spot where Steve touched her. She returns the touch, cupping the back of his head. The look on her face. . .love. She loved Steve, and she loves him again.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #stancy #otp: unambiguous sign of true love #you've always been there #you're an idiot steve harrington #you're beautiful nancy wheeler #stancy is endgame #rueleigh edits #rueleigh writes

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 22 days

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Revelations at a Slumber Party

Summary: Nancy goes over to Steve’s house and inadvertently joins them on their regularly scheduled slumber party, where Steve reveals his biggest secret to both Nancy and Robin. What, pray tell, is the secret? Read to find out.

Nancy sighed as she pulled up to Steve’s house. She tried not to think about her breakup with Jonathan. It was the easiest breakup in the world. Should it have been that easy, and should they have been that relieved? Shouldn't she feel something other than relief? Maybe she was overthinking it. Maybe she should be glad that it ended the way it did and that Jonathan had someone else. Nancy couldn't help but smile as she thought about the way Jonathan looked at Argyle. Even on their best days, Jonathan never looked at her like that.

Nancy got out of the car and stared at the sun sinking down behind Steve’s house for a moment. Maybe she should have given it another day, but then something else could have happened. . .Vecna could rise from the dead and come after them all. Why wait for something you really want when you could be dead and leaving everything left unsaid? Nancy walked towards the door, squaring her shoulders. When she got closer, she noticed that the door was open. Nancy reached into her purse and pulled out her pistol. She closed and locked the door behind her as quietly as she could. She didn't call out. That would be stupid. She scanned the living room. Empty. She went into the kitchen and then the downstairs bathrooms before moving upstairs. The first two rooms were empty, as well as the upstairs bathroom. That's when she heard it. Steve’s scream. She ran towards his room and burst in, holding out her gun. Steve screamed again and, for some reason, covered up his exposed chest. Meanwhile, Robin froze behind him. She was kneeling behind him on the bed, hands on his back, and she was wearing only her pants and bra.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Nancy," Steve said dryly. "And with the same gun?"

"Yeah, if you keep pointing that gun at him like that, he's going to develop a kink," Robin said.

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed, dropping his hands.

"I thought you were platonic with a capital P," Nancy said as she put her gun back in her purse.

"What? Oh, yeah, I see how this might look strange to you," Robin said. "I was rubbing ointment on his road rashes as well as his bat bites, and I didn't want to get any on my shirt."

"So, you're really just friends?" Nancy asked.

"My boobs are platonic to him as his dick is platonic to me. As are our souls," Robin said and then frowned. "Are our. . .why do those asshole words have to sound so similar? Anyway. . .also, I'm a huge lesbian."

"Oh, thank God!" Nancy exclaimed and then blushed. "I mean, thank you for telling me."

"Isn't it cute how jealous of me she was?" Robin asked, smirking.

"Totally," Steve said as he smirked as well.

"Shut up," Nancy said with a smile. "Don't you know not to tease a woman who has a gun?"

"I clearly don't," Steve grinned.

Robin moved off the bed and went to wash her hands. Steve reached for his shirt and struggled to put it on. Nancy smiled and helped him put it on. Robin came back wearing pajamas and pushed Steve gently back against the pillows before climbing into bed next to him.

"We're having a slumber party. You missed the junk food part of the evening. Now, we're going to curl up in bed and talk about girls," Robin said.

"You two talk about everything, huh?" Nancy asked.

"Well, join us and find out. Although, you have to promise not to get handsy with Steve," Robin said.

"Robin!" Steve exclaimed.

"Can't make any promises that I can't keep," Nancy smiled.

"What about - ?" Steve asked hopefully.

"Oh, I broke up with him. Well, it was mutual, actually," Nancy said and sat down next to him. "He has his eye on someone else, and I have my eye on someone else."

"Is the someone Jonathan has his eye on who I think it is?" Robin asked.

"What do you know?" Nancy asked.

"What do you know?" Robin repeated.

"I asked first," Nancy said.

"And I asked second," Robin said.

"How do you know?" She asked.

"It was about as obvious as Steve is when he looks at you," she replied, and Nancy laughed.

"Hmm, he was very obvious," she said and looked down at him.

Nancy was leaning against the headboard while Steve was slumped against the pillows, so he was looking up at her. She cupped his cheek and leaned down to place a kiss on his lips. She pulled back and he smiled sweetly at her.

"Hi," Steve said breathlessly.

"Hi," Nancy said. "Is my favorite shirt still in the drawer?"

"Yeah," Steve said.

Nancy shuffled over to the dresser and grabbed the blue t-shirt before heading to the bathroom.

"Oh, Steve, you're done for. She's finished you. There's no going back," Robin said.

"Fuck off, Robin," Steve said.

Nancy laughed as she came out of the bathroom. She crawled in next to Steve and let him lean his head on her stomach.

"So, how do you guys start this off?" Nancy asked as she ran her hand through his hair.

"Well, I usually start off with talking about Vickie for an hour," Robin said. "And then we talk about Steve’s lack of a sex life."

"Yours is more lacking than I am. At least I'm not a virgin," Steve replied.

"And then I ask him once again how he lost it," Robin said.

"Yeah, he never told me about that either," Nancy said.

"Come on, fess up, Steve, who was the girl?" Robin asked.

Steve stared at Robin before sighing heavily as he played with the blankets.

"I mean, I guess I should be honest here," Steve said. "I'm not going to tell you who it is. I can tell you that it wasn't a girl."

"Are you telling us you slept with a boy?" Robin asked and paused. "Oh my God, you slept with a boy."

"Sorry, I never told you," Steve said, looking sheepish.

"I mean, you don't have to apologize for that. You needed to be ready to tell us, and I get why you wouldn't be. Can I ask why you didn't? Is that why? You weren't ready?" Robin asked.

Nancy continued to stroke his hair as they waited for an answer. She already guessed who it was that he had slept with. It suddenly made sense why Tommy had seemed to hate her now that she thought about it. He had been jealous.

"I never thought - I didn't think - not until, you know - ," Steve said nervously.

"It's okay, you don't have to say, babe," Robin said.

Nancy couldn't stop the question that spilled out of her mouth once she connected the dots.

"Was I the first woman you've ever been with?" Nancy blurted out.

Robin couldn't stop the gasp that slipped out as she gaped at Steve.

"Yeah," Steve said.

"What about all those women you said you had been with?" Nancy asked.

"Rumors that Tommy spread so no would think I was gay," Steve said. "They weren't even real women. Just made up names."

"So, you like women now?" Nancy asked.

"And men, still. When I realized that I also like women T - someone told me that it wasn't a thing and I was just confusing myself," Steve said. "I thought there was something wrong with me for the longest time."

"Oh, Steve," Robin and Nancy said.

Robin sobbed and wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck.

"There's absolutely nothing wrong with you," Robin said. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too," Steve sniffled.

Oh my God, Nancy thought, the first time they had sex. . .it made sense why Steve had been so excited, so eager but he had also been willing to wait. He realized he was attracted to women, and she had called him bullshit. She had told him that it was their fault that Barb had died. It didn't matter that she had been drunk. She had still hurt Steve. They had both been hurt, and instead of it bringing them closer, their trauma had pulled them apart. While Barb had been her best friend, she knew that Steve felt his own guilt over her. Why else would he keep going with her to Barb's parents for dinner? It had been so hard for both of them, and Steve just let her go because he knew that's what she needed. . .because he loved her. An overwhelming amount of love for Steve clenched her heart, and she just wanted to hold him forever. She wasn't going to let him walk away from her this time.

"I love you, Steve," Nancy whispered as she sank down and laid her head over his heart.

"I love you, too," Steve whispered and kissed the top of her head.

"You want to talk about it some more, buddy?" Robin asked.

"I just want to enjoy this moment," Steve replied. "But Nancy probably doesn't know a thing about Vickie."

"Oh, that's right," Robin said with a gasp and started telling her everything.

Nancy could feel his eyes watching them as they talked over his chest. She could feel the love and affection for both of them radiating from his eyes. It was different kinds of love, though. One side platonic, the other side romantic, and both of them equally important to him. She hoped he felt so loved right now. He deserved it. She wanted to get to know Robin more as well because judging by the way they acted with each other, Robin was going to be an integral part of his life forever. Nancy wanted a part of what they had, even if it was just a sliver. Nancy blinked at Robin.

"Vickie Fisher?" Nancy asked her.

"Yeah, do you know her?" Robin asked.

"Sort of. We met when I did an article on band," Nancy said.

"When was this?" Robin asked.

"It was a few weeks back. You were sick. Vickie had been the one to tell me," Nancy said. "I really didn't think anything of it when I overheard her talking about how she wished her boyfriend was more like this guy she knew. Tall, pretty blue eyes, a thing for taking in lost boys like Peter Pan, and his name was Rob. He also liked to wear ties."

"Oh, great," Robin said bitterly.

"Oh, come on, Robin!" Steve laughed. "Can't you tell who she was talking about?"

"A really nice guy, it sounds like," Robin said.

"She also mentioned something about him getting caught up in the Starcourt fire, and she went on about how brave he must have been," Nancy said, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

"I can't compete!" Robin groaned as she flopped on her back.

"Robin, you were in Starcourt," Steve frowned.

"Yes, I know," she sighed.

"Robin, what do I call you sometimes?" Steve asked.

"Robbie," she replied.

"And?"

"Rob," she said and rolled her eyes. "It's also short for Robert."

"Or. . . ?" Steve asked.

"Roberta!" Robin exclaimed and sat up with a gasp. "Maybe she is into girls, but not me!"

Steve sighed and threw his arms up in the air.

"I can't believe you call me the dingus," he said and Nancy giggled.

"I just don't want to get my hopes up," Robin pouted as she laid back down again.

"Well, you know, we all almost died recently," Nancy pointed.

"We were there," Robin and Steve said.

"Imagine if you had died, and you never told her how you felt. If you can risk your life saving Eddie, someone you barely know, then I think you can risk believing in the possibility of Vickie liking you. I also think you can risk asking her out. Life is short, and you could get hit by a car tomorrow," Nancy said.

"Or in Robin's case, slip on a banana peel. It's moments like that that make me wonder if my platonic soulmate really is a cartoon character," Steve said.

"It was one time!" She exclaimed, and Nancy laughed. "Alright, alright. Nancy might be right."

"No, no, Nancy is right, and don't you forget it," Steve said.

They fell silent for a moment until Robin sighed and started humming: "I got you, babe." Soon, she started singing, and then Steve joined in before Nancy knew it she was singing along as well. They sang a couple of renditions. The last one was just Steve and Robin singing it in terrible British accents that caused all three of them to dissolve into giggles. They talked well into the night, and the first one to fall asleep had been Robin. She, course, snored loudly, facing away from them. Steve sat up, leaning against the headboard to glare down at Robin.

"Oh my God, she's like a fog horn," Nancy giggled.

"She's also a heavy sleeper. You can't wake her up for anything," Steve said.

"Are we going to get any sleep tonight?" She asked.

"Yeah, no, I don't think so," Steve replied.

Nancy smiled and threw a leg over him as she settled herself carefully into his lap.

"Is this okay?" Nancy asked. "I just wanted to look at you."

"Yeah, this is okay," he said softly.

Nancy smiled and ran her hands over his face. She smiled as he closed his eyes and leaned into her touch. She cupped his face, and he opened his eyes. God, she loved his hazel eyes. They were a perfect mixture of brown and dark green, like leaves turning into autumn. Steve’s eyes always reminded her of what she loved about the woods when it was on the cusp of turning into fall, turning from green to warm golden brown. It was worth more than all of the money in the world. She could sit here now and fully appreciate them, appreciate him. He always told her that hers reminded him of the ocean. . .The forest and the ocean, two different spaces, both of them vast, but so intertwined. Too much water and the forest drowns but just enough, and it can make the forest beautifully vibrant. Like most things, the forest and the ocean needed balance. Nancy hoped to find the perfect balance with Steve.

"Do you think she'd notice if we started having sex against her back?" Nancy asked.

"Nancy Wheeler!" Steve exclaimed with a gasp as he laughed.

"Do it, and die," Robin said.

"Oh, yeah, every so often, she wakes up," Steve said.

"The rule is that if I don't have someone who I can have sex with in bed, then no one in this bed can have sex," Robin said and then fell back asleep.

"Did you know that was a rule?" Nancy giggled.

"I did not," Steve said as he rubbed her back.

Nancy stared at him quietly again and sighed in contentment.

"I missed you," she whispered.

"I missed you too," Steve whispered back.

Before she knew it, her bottom lip was trembling, and the tears were coming out.

"I really missed you," she sobbed.

"Hey, what's this about, huh? I'm right here," Steve said.

"You almost weren't," Nancy said, touching the scar around his neck. "It's so stupid how sometimes people don't realize how much someone means to them until they're almost gone. You could have died, and I should have realized before then. Steve, I love you. I love you now, just as I loved you then. . .I just didn't know how to say it. It got stuck in my throat, and I wanted to say then when you asked."

"I know how difficult it is to talk about something. There were so many times that I wanted to tell you about myself, and it really did get caught in my throat. I was afraid you wouldn't love me anymore like the way my parents did, when they stopped spending time at home with me. I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me in that alleway. I was upset, and I didn't want you to tell me that you didn't love me when you came back with Jonathan, so I backed away. I also knew we both needed time away from each other because of the shitty situation we were put in by that fucking doctor who decided to play god. Barb would be alive if it weren't for him and it took me a long time to realize that it was Brenner's fault, not ours. I would kill him a thousand times over if I could. I don't blame you for any of it, so you have nothing to apologize for," Steve said softly. "I'm glad we got the time away we needed. We were dealing with something that not even adults could handle. You're here now, and that's what matters."

"I do need to tell you that you were never a shitty boyfriend. You were the best boyfriend ever, and I really wish we could have figured out how to work through our emotions together," Nancy cried. "You're a good man, Steve Harrington. I should have told you that more."

Steve smiled softly, his own tears spilling over.

"And you're amazing, Nancy Wheeler," Steve said. "We're here now and we can figure it out together."

"I love you," Nancy whispered.

"I love you too," Steve whispered.

Nancy crashed her lips to his, kissing him harshly and enjoying the way his lips fit against hers. God, she missed kissing him. She missed everything about him, but it all felt new and familiar at the same time. Maybe it was because they were both almost in the same place emotionally now. Nancy broke the kiss and slid off of him before she gave him a problem. She laid down next to him, turning on her side. He carefully did the same, leaving his hand up. She smiled and slid her palm into his.

"Next time you throw a sleepover, only invite me," Nancy said as she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into him, moving her hand as she did so.

"Deal," Steve said and kissed her forehead.

"Is it so you can plan my surprise birthday party?" Robin asked sleepily.

"Yeah, Robin, that's it," Nancy said in amusement.

"Fucking knew it," she said and paused. "Happy for you, my pretty little dinguses."

She turned over, throwing her arms and legs over both of them. Nancy knew they still needed to talk more, but for now, she could sleep in the safety of their arms, hoping that Steve knew how much he was loved.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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People say that Steve deserves better than Nancy. What about Nancy also realizing that and becoming a better version of herself like Steve did for her? What about them working and growing together to be better versions of themselves? What about them finally having a relationship without the shield of Barb's death preventing it from blossoming into a healthy one? No one is perfect. Not Steve, not Nancy. Finally, they find a way to communicate with each other without the barrier that was wedged between them. What if second chances did exist? They finally listen to each other, instead of what everyone says about them.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 2 months

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Okay, if Steve’s the mom, then Nancy's the dad. I need to see her cracking dad jokes.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 1 month

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Stancy Headcanon after getting back together (just because they're presenting m/f doesn't mean they're necessarily straight):

• Nancy doesn't have to try so hard with Steve to be perfect, and she's perfectly imperfect with Steve. She doesn't feel guilty about having fun with him either.

• Steve doesn't have to be afraid of his feelings anymore, and neither does Nancy. There's open communication with them now, but still, there's a lot to work out.

• They like to dance, and when Steve sings into a hairbrush, Nancy does it right back. Though sometimes, singing into the airbrush turns into practice interviews for when Nancy's a famous reporter.

• Steve lets the kids play in the pool, but he hasn't stepped foot in it since Barb died. Neither has Nancy. Together, they work through it, getting in a little each time until they're all the way into the pool. Then it's just them, and they're surrounded by the water. . .together. They spend time in it a little each day, wrapped up in each other's arms, holding onto each other until they no longer feel like they're drowning. And when they throw a pool party, they jump into the pool together.

• Nancy learns more about Robin and her friendship with Steve. Getting to know Robin and Steve on their "girls' night", sitting on the floor as they just bitch about everything. On the floor of the living room at Steve's house, as they do Steve's hair and makeup, Robin comes out to Nancy, and she accepts, laughing about how she could ever have been jealous of Robin. And if Robin is in this queerplatonic relationship with Steve, then she's in one with Nancy, too.

• Together, Steve and Nancy also go another discovery with their sexualities and their gender when they go up to Indianapolis with Vickie and Robin. Genderfluid isn't a term yet that's used yet, but it is definitely something they feel. Nancy discovers she's pansexual (that term doesn't really take off until the 90s though) and Steve discovers he's bisexual. ("No, Steve, jerking off with your teammates isn't straight!") And while in Indianapolis, if they happen to see a showing of Rocky Horror, they enjoy it immensely.

• Their dreams interwine, come together, and grow, but the basis of their dreams remain the same. Nancy didn't just get into journalism because she likes it or because she's ambitious. She also got into it to help people. So, yeah, I can see them adopting kids and giving them a place to call home. And with the compensation money that's just sitting in their bank account, they use it to open a youth shelter: a place for lost sheep of all kinds: nerds, jocks, and queer kids to go to with a strict no bullying rule in place.

• Oh, and their mutual love of Tom Cruise grows when they both go to see Top Gun. Suddenly, Nancy's very grateful he kept the leather jacket.

• They're just a pastel colored daydream. Soft, they are, but also rough, but definitely not straight. The walls of forced conformity break down when they get back together, and with the cloud of darkness that hung over their heads dissipating each day, they finally get to enjoy their relationship.

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