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smithsibsceo · 8 months

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thinking about barb and nancy + that 'it didnt have to end this way vs it was always going to' post. because at first glance, it DIDNT have to end that way. barb could have lived and loved and her and nancy would be happy. if nance had gone home with barb, or declined steves invitation, she would still have her best friend. but then, when you look deeper into it - it did have to happen. if barb hadnt died nancy would still have heels in her shoebox instead of a gun, and the pretty pink wallpaper coating her walls, and she wouldnt have ever been able to protect hawkins. their town would have fallen a long time ago if nancy didnt go upstairs. barb is both the unstoppable force and the unmovable object. her death isolates nancy, turns her on herself, festers in the back fo her mind like a parasite - but its that same guilt that drives her forwards. nancy has to grieve to allow the anger it puts in her to fight. it was always going to end that way. barb was always going to die. nancy is a soldier, and barb is her sword, sharp and bright and cutting.

#miz talks #happy fun happy fun hahahHa!#stranger things #stranger things nancy #nancy wheeler #stranger things barb #barbara holland #barb and nancy #nancy and barb #nancy wheeler angst #nancy x barb #nancy wheeler headcanon #st1 #st2 #st3 #st4 #st5 #stranger things angst

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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When Nancy saw Steve's terrified face right before he was pulled into the dark waters of the lake, she saw Barb's terrified face too. She saw Barb's last moments written on Steve's features, she saw Barb's body pulled into the water by something unknown like Steve was. She didn't hesitate. This time she wasn't distracted, upstairs far away from her friend. This time her friend was right in front of her. This time she could save her friend. So she jumps in head first, hoping this time she's not too late.

#platonic stancy #nancy and barb #barb stranger things #nancy stranger things #barb holland #nancy wheeler #steve harrington #drabble #stranger things #stranger things s4 #st4

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loveinhawkins · 1 year

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 ao3

They end up watching Casablanca thanks to Robin bringing the VHS over. For the majority of the movie, it’s not a serious watch at all; they’re all happily talking over scenes, slapping each other’s hands away whenever one of them gets too close to another’s pizza order.

It’s comfortable, like they’ve known each other for years and years: instinctively able to tell whenever someone’s wrapped up in the movie and falling quiet accordingly, before launching back into chatter again when the moment’s passed.

Eddie silently entertains himself with imagining how he would react to all of this only a few months ago—not the whole alternate dimension related horrors, just the fact that he’s having a ‘Casablanca impressions contest’ in Steve Harrington’s living room, in which Robin Buckley is beating him soundly.

“Steve,” she says, still in Rick Blaine’s drawl, “I gotta ask you something.”

It seems like Steve can’t hear her, but Eddie knows it’s an act when he briefly presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing.

“Oh, sorry,” Steve says, exaggeratedly turning from the T.V to Robin, “it’s like he’s in the room with us.”

Robin throws a cushion at his face. Dropping the voice, she says, “I forgot I didn’t bring anything to sleep in.”

This time Steve doesn’t try and conceal his smile, though he does turn to Eddie, mouths bullshit.

Eddie hides his laugh with a well-timed bite of pizza; Steve keeps smiling like he saw it anyway.

“Sure, go ahead.” Steve gestures upstairs with a nod of the head, sighing like it’s a chore. “It’s not like you do this every damn time.”

Robin jumps up in triumph. “Steve,” she says, the drawl returning, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Steve throws the cushion back at her; she dodges it with an uncoordinated leap before bounding upstairs.

“She thinks I don’t notice whenever I’m missing a shirt,” Steve mutters. He rolls his eyes as he says it, but the fondness is obvious, and he must catch something of Eddie’s thoughts on his face, because he says, “What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says—thinks once again about how natural Robin and Steve are with each other, like siblings; that such a closeness is never a guarantee, but it’s a choice they’ve made, one they keep on making, rather than being born into it. “Just noticed that you didn’t put your hat in the ring for impressions.”

Steve laughs. “That’s cause I knew Robin would win.”

“Well, guess we’ll never know…”

Steve shrugs. “Guess not.”

Eddie scoffs, mimes casting a fishing line. “You’re meant to take the bait, Harrington.”

Steve opens his mouth presumably to retort, but the sound of the phone ringing interrupts him; Robin calls from upstairs, “I’ve got it!”, and he shouts back, “Sure, thanks!”

“That’s what she did with our phone call,” he adds to Eddie, “probably sneaking around in my room so she could find a shirt she wanted.”

It’s said with affection, like he knew that’s what she would have been doing all along.

The phone call must be a short one, because Robin’s back downstairs in less than five minutes, dressed in a royal blue shirt that’s faded with age. Steve softens when he sees it, and as Robin gets closer, Eddie makes out yellow letters across the front: Free Concert Central Park.

Steve catches Eddie’s eye, smiles like they’re sharing a secret.

Then Robin makes for the couch they’re both on: Steve at one end, Eddie at the other. She flops in the space between them, tips over so she’s upside down, feet dangling over the top of the couch, head lolling down halfway towards the seat.

Eddie gently prods her foot; she’s got one threadbare sock on, a hole at the big toe. “What’s up, Buckley?”

“It was Nancy,” she says. Her head tilts in Steve’s direction when she adds, “She asked if she could come over tomorrow, like, late afternoon? And if it’d be okay if she brought Holly.”

“Yeah, ‘course it’s okay,” Steve says. “She didn’t need to ask.”

“Yeah, I told her you’d say that.” Robin sighs, long and heavy. “She was… quiet. I… I hope I helped—”

“Rob,” Steve interrupts, not unkindly, “you will have, don’t—”

“It’s just—” Robin breaks off with another sigh, hands flexing like she’s grappling for the words. “Sometimes I worry that—okay. Do you ever get the feeling… kinda like stage fright? But more… I remember in middle school, a girl in my class phoned asking for my help with homework, and all I could think was oh, now it’s my job to be the Homework Girl, I’ve gotta my lines right. You know?”

Steve frowns, says, “I mean—” at the exact same time that Eddie says, “Yeah.”

Robin rises at Eddie’s agreement, moving until she’s perched upright on the top of the couch.

“It’s like… it’s like I can sense so badly that she needs… I don’t know! A friend, or just someone to tell her…” Another sigh. “See, that’s the thing, I don’t even know what. I’m, like, so focused on the fact that she needs something, that whatever I say, I can’t mess it up, and then whatever I do say is… useless.”

Eddie’s eyes dart between the two of them—Robin’s uncertainty, how Steve’s frown makes him seem… conflicted.

“Robin, I get it, but it—it won’t be useless. Promise.”

“At least she phoned,” Robin goes on, pensive.

“Yeah,” Steve says. He looks off to the side, and he goes somewhere—Eddie doesn’t know where, but he can tell somehow that it’s not about the night he saw the clock, or at least not entirely.

Robin must sense it, too, because she goes still on the couch. “Steve?”

Steve breathes out, rubs a hand over his mouth. “There’s… there’s some stuff I wanna say,” he says hesitantly, “but it’s… complicated. It’s—it’s not mine to—it’s hers, but…”

His eyes drift again, this time over to the windows; the only thing to see outside is the pool, the water covered with tarp and a thick layer of leaves from last fall. When he turns back, he takes another big breath like he’s steeling himself.

“Look, this is… in, like, confidence, all right? It’s… I don’t think she’ll ever talk about it herself. And obviously I know you won’t, um, bring it up to her, but I think—if she’s… it’s something you might need to know.”

There’s something about the way he phrases it, like he’s walking a tightrope. It makes Eddie think of a morning in 6th grade where a kid’s mom had died the night before, but she was going into class anyway, and the homeroom teacher had warned them in advance before she’d come in late. That the instruction to be extra kind to her, to only talk about the whole thing if she brought it up felt woefully inadequate, but also all they could do.

“You kinda got an… abridged version of everything,” Steve says, eyes on Eddie. “So, back when… um, with Will, and… Barb. Barb Holland died. And she—she—”

“It wasn’t a chemical leak,” Robin says. There’s a tone to her voice, Eddie thinks, like these are suspicions she’s already had; but the way she’s looking at Steve with wide eyes suggests it’s never been talked about, not really.

“Right,” Steve says softly. “Nance, she—she got this journalist to, like, expose Hawkins Lab because… Barb’s parents, they still had hope, y’know? Nance wanted to go further than the cover-up story, but she had to fight even for that, so…”

Eddie recalls Murray’s voice down the phone: “Got enough leverage to take a story, water it down until it’s just ripples in the pond, softly softly, yeah?”

Understanding sinks heavily into his stomach, like rocks hitting the bottom of a creek.

“Barb… she died here, in the pool.”

The rocks in Eddie’s stomach turn to ice.

He sucks in a sharp, horrified breath; as Robin, if possible, becomes even more still, Steve keeps talking.

“Not—it wasn’t… Shit, sorry. We didn’t see what… but eventually, we. We knew. And it—it wasn’t like how it was with Chrissy, or… There wasn’t a Gate. There wasn’t anything.” Steve looks outside again, says quietly, “Trust me, I checked.”

“Jesus,” Eddie whispers.

“But Nance, she… It was after Barb’s funeral in ‘84. Before… I know it was before Christmas, but I don’t… Anyway, I came home from school, and the front mat was lifted up, and the spare key was gone, and… It was Nance. She was in the pool.” Steve swallows. “She’d turned off the heating. And she—it’s like she couldn’t hear me. She just kept diving down to the bottom, kept feeling every damn tile. Her hands, they—I had to jump in and pull her out.”

Eddie glances at the pool, and it doesn’t matter that the cover and leaves obscure it in reality; in his mind’s eye he can still see the ghostly glow of the water. Can see Nancy repeatedly trying to dive, Steve desperately calling her name—both of them shaking from the cold.

He thinks of Steve insisting that he’d make the dive at Lover’s Lake. “It’s gotta be me.”

“God, it was awful,” Steve says. “She just… she just went silent, most she talked was fucking apologising for using some towels to get dry. Then she left and—that was it. Never brought it up again.”

There’s a heavy pause.

“You know how we were during Starcourt?” Robin says, fragile. “Like, when everything was… spilling out.”

Steve’s face screws up a bit. “In more ways than one.”

Yeah, Eddie thinks, really hate how all that’s a casual reference point for you two.

“I think Nancy might be… the opposite,” Robin says slowly. “If there was a drug that made you just… go quiet. And I think she’d—” Robin exhales. “She’d put the needle in herself.”

It looks like the sheer weight of that hits Steve all at once. He closes his eyes. “Shit,” he breathes.

Eddie wants to hold him through it. Desperately wants to make it better. Knows that he can’t—that the only thing that would fix it would be Nancy and Steve never needing to dive into a freezing pool.

The movie keeps playing through the long silence. It’s almost over.

“But I’ve got a job to do, too,” urges Rick Blaine. “Where I’m going you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do you can’t be any part of.”

Eddie looks away from the screen, tries not to think of Steve staring out into the road. Fails.

They’re almost too far away to touch. But Steve manages to press his foot against Eddie’s.

I’m here.

Eddie feels Robin shift along the couch, feels her hand gently squeeze his shoulder. For a moment, it’s like they’re all connected through one touch.

And they breathe.

#the self sacrificial steve agenda #steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve and robin #eddie and robin #robin and nancy #steve and nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #nancy and barb

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merryhaze · 6 months

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i’m staying at my parent’s house, and the road not taken looks real good now

time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires

now i’m missing your smile (hear me out)

we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now

and it always leads to you in my hometown…

- tis the damn season by Taylor Swift, Robin Buckley, Barb Holland, and Nancy Wheeler in Stranger Things 1x01, 1x02, 1x04, 2x01, 4x03, 4x04, 4x09

Gif credit to: @chylerleigh @sti-linski @stephen-harringtons @maximoffdanvers @djo @stancysource @ronancedaily

Previous: Snow on the Beach feat. More Lana Del Ray

#ronance #barbara holland #nancy x barb #sapphic nancy wheeler #Nancy wheeler #robin buckley #lesbian nancy wheeler #Taylor Swift #tis the damn season #Ronance edit #Nancy and Barb

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ohfallingdisco · 1 year

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Nancy’s Pictures with Barb

Also known as, “4 Reasons Nancy Wheeler Has Been An Absolute, Closeted Bisexual This Whole Time”

So she has four noticeable photos with Barb up on her bulletin bord in her room: kissing faces, same-outfits-but-in-color, a Halloween costume picture, and a printed strip taken in a photo booth.

Let’s start off with Kissing Faces. Listen, I’m not saying Nancy has a type, but I’m not not saying it-

The picture with Barb is up on her bulletin board in her room. It’s fun how both of her love interests friends have their eyes closed when she’s looking at them like this, huh?

In the same-outfit picture…well, Barb looks like—you could see Steve, right?

Except Nancy looks consistently happier with Barb than she ever did with Steve. Her hair is free and curlier, they’re goofing around in sunglasses, and she’s got a watch displayed (which has only ever otherwise been a motif with Mike and Will, really).

Listen, I’m not gonna hate you if you say something else—but there’s clues Nancy is bisexual. She’s not unhappy with Jonathan, like Mike is with El, but she’s not all that different than how she was with Barb, either.

And the Halloween picture. Oh, what foreshadowing.

Barb is dressed like a clown, but also a Vecna victim: arms pulled back, fingers jagged, undereye makeup drawn on like blood. Oops.

Nancy is a bunny—an animal which is consistently associated with both her, and Henry Creel. Hmm…?

And the last: the photo booth strip.

There’s two of the same pinned up, which means she owns two copies. Nancy’s being playful and hanging off Barb, and in 2 out of 3, Barb’s grinning like there’s nothing she’d rather be doing. Nancy in these pictures feels very authentic—like this is the girl who would dress up as an elf for her little brother’s D&D campaign, with the same kind flirty happiness that Mike and Nancy can both give off.

Anyway, thought these were interesting lmao. The Wheelers are probably all somehow queer, right?

#nancy and barb #nancy wheeler #barbara holland #barb holland #nancy wheeler s1 #st analysis #(<- very loosely)#bisexual nancy wheeler #st1 #stranger things

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wisdomssdaughterr · 1 year

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shauna & jackie and nancy & barb

there are places like this everywhere

places you enter as a young girl

from which you can never…

ever…

return from.

#stranger things #yellowjackets #shauna yellowjackets #jackie yellowjackets #shauna and jackie #yellowjackets showtime #barbara holland #nancy wheeler #nancy and barb #stranger things moodboard #st moodboard collection

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goonflower · 7 months

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why nancy dove in after steve

spoiler alert: it isn't bc of 'true love' for steve as eddie and st*ncys suggest.

the first reason is pretty obvious and one i've seen others say before: nancy has a major savior complex. this is the same person who literally stood in front of b*llys speeding car to protect everyone else with her own body. if robin or eddie had dove in first instead she probably would have done the exact same thing.

the second reason is less obvious. think back to how barb died. it was in a pool, right, in water? dragged down by an interdimentional monster? what happens to steve in this scene? he is in water, dragged down by an interdimentional monster.

everything for nancy comes back to barb imo. this whole situation mirrors what happened to barb and this is nancy's chance for a re-do, to do it right this time. its where nancy's savior complex comes from in the first place, that she couldn't save barb. so seeing steve (or really anyone) in that same/similar situation kicks off her urge to do what she didn't know to do that night barb died.

that love eddie saw? it wasn't nancy's love for steve, it was nancy's love for barb. it's nancy doing for steve what she wishes she could have done for barb, if she had only known to.

(also: note how little eddie knows nancy. he's surprised that she keeps guns in her room. why would he know anything about her thoughts/feelings at all? its a total guess on his part based more on stereotypes than nancy as a person.)

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #st analysis #st thoughts #anti stancy #steve harrington #barb holland #fruity four #ronance #< target audience #nancy and barb #barb and nancy #nancy x barb #barb x nancy #stranger things barb #bancy

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bipunkharrington · 2 years

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Maybe the real stranger thing was the heterosexuality we lost along the way

#steddie #ronance #byler #stonathan #elmax #harringrove #nancy x barb #stommy #stoncy #buckleway

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loveinhawkins · 11 months

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For the "give me title suggestions" post:

Ooh for the Nancy dive scene rewrite you could call it 'holy diver"

The other one I've got no clues so imma just shoot off some randos

Loss of our stars

Read between the lines

Silent sleepers, unlikely keepers

oh read between the lines would actually work well for the Nancy POV ‘the Dive’ scene rewrite

Made up fic titles game

When Steve gets dragged back under Lover’s Lake, they all reach for him simultaneously; it’s just a matter of luck who happens to get there first.

Robin gets pulled forward, almost toppling over the side of the boat, but then Steve slips through her fingers.

“I’ve got him, I’ve got him,” she says, and in barely a blink, she dives in.

Nancy stands to do the same.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey,” Eddie says, voice high and tight with anxiety, “let’s just fucking think for a second.”

Nancy feels sorry for him; she’s sure that many years ago, she might have had a similar response to his, but she’s long since learned that there’s often no time to think, she can only do.

But then, just as she’s about to take the plunge, something stops her. There’s a sudden knife in her chest, cutting through her breathing.

Maybe it’s a delayed reaction to seeing Robin dive, to hearing Steve choke right before he was dragged under.

Or maybe it’s the fact that she’s looking down at the water, dark as ink, and a thought that haunts her floats up to the surface again: that water was one of the very last things Barb saw.

She stumbles over to the other side of the boat and retches.

“Woah, hey,” Eddie repeats, but it’s softer now, and she feels him gently wrap his hand around her forearm, steadying her. “Wheeler, you okay?”

“Row back to the shore,” she says through the knife in her ribs. “Tell Dustin that—”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Eddie says with a humourless laugh.

He looks down at the water, ripples still marring the surface from where Steve and Robin once were. Nancy sees the resolve in his eyes take hold.

His hand moves until he’s gripping onto hers. He’s trying to take deep breaths, stuttering on them. She can feel him shaking.

I’m sorry, she thinks.

She squeezes his hand as tight as she can.

“I’ve got you,” she says fiercely; when she makes a promise, she means it.

He nods. “Together.”

She doesn’t once let go—not until she knows for certain that they’ve both made it through, and then they’re running to where Robin is yelling, battling with some creature, and when Nancy spots Steve on the ground, sees the blood, her heart stops, and for a moment she thinks I’ve lost him, I’ve lost him—

Then there is no time to think.

Afterwards, she’s tearing at her shirt with determination, because there is not a chance in hell that Steve Harrington is bleeding out on her watch.

She has to stop for just a second, still shivering from the coldness of the Lake.

“Nance,” Steve says quietly, “I just—thanks. You didn’t have to…”

“Shut up,” she says without looking, comes back to herself and tightens the bandages, heart aching every time Steve groans in pain.

She wants to shake him until he understands that he is worth it, worth everything—that she would never not try and save him. If she loses anyone else, she’s going to burn it all to the ground.

She tries to push back the tide as they walk through the woods. In the distance, she hears Steve thank Eddie, all awkward and quiet, and she hears Eddie spin some absolute bullshit that makes her want to shake him, too; he makes her sound so damn capable, twists everything until even his own heroics somehow sound like cowardice.

For a moment, she turns to them and finds a fleeting lightness.

“Eddie Munson, you lie like a rug,” she says, laughing, and from the glow of her torch, she sees him flush. She looks at Steve and tells him pointedly, “He dove right in with me.”

Steve smiles at her, young and hesitant. His body is slowly angling towards Eddie like he’s not even aware that he’s doing it, and Eddie doesn’t pull away, not even when their arms keep brushing against each other.

For a little while that sight is enough to spur her on, but her smile fades away as the knife in her chest returns, and she can’t find the energy to acknowledge Robin’s jokes, because all she can think is oh, Barb would have laughed at that.

And then every single thought comes back to Barb—a lancing pain, like a vine taking root in her head.

Robin gets through the Gate. Then Eddie. Then—

“No,” she says to Steve, “you first.”

“Nance, come on,” Steve says. “You already—you’ve done enough. Lemme have this.”

“That’s—that’s not how this works,” Nancy says, as the knife cuts in deeper, and the vine grows, and God, she thinks, looking at Steve’s eyes shining in distress, there’s too much, there’s too much in my head; it’s going to drown me, and I’m so worried I’ll drag you down with—

Blinding pain. She sees so much. Too much.

Everything.

And then she’s back, and she’s falling, and Steve is yelling at her hoarsely, and she’s gasping for air, and all she can say is—

“I saw her, I saw her, I saw her.”

She’s sobbing.

“Nance,” Steve whispers. He knows. And then he’s embracing her, and he’s whispering, “You’re here, you’re here,” into her hair, like he needs to convince himself, and she realises that he’s crying a little, too.

When they both can breathe a little better, they look up.

Eddie’s hanging from the rope, hand outstretched.

And Nancy knows he dove right in. Didn’t waste a second.

She takes his hand.

“I’ve got you, Wheeler,” he says.

Together, the three of them climb up, up, up into the light.

#god i love rewriting/reframing scenes #nancy wheeler #eddie and nancy #steve and nancy #robin and nancy #implied steddie #background steddie #nancy and barb #made up fic titles #nancy wheeler fic #steve harrington #eddie munson

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