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rubiehart · 3 months

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getting caught in the act with robin by steve who is now scarred for life haha

lol this would deffo happen to them!!

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deciding that you want to get away from the rest of the party for a little bit for some ‘alone time’ you sneak away together, thinking nobody noticed and slipping into your bedroom, giggling to each other as you lay on your frilly sheets and robin crawls on top of you, grabbing the sides of your face and connecting your lips passionately, tongues dancing together in the perfect rhythm. pulling away urgently and looking up at her with watery eyes, pupils blown out. “need you robin.” you’d whisper between a hiccup.

she’d nod and smirk “yeah? now?” and you nod shyly, reaching down to flip your skirt up to your hips so she can see the little wet spot that formed, biting her lip and looking back up at you, losing composure when she sees the look you’re giving her. “okay. we gotta be quick though okay?” she says finally, making you nod happily as she stands up and strips herself out of her jeans and top as do you, leaving them in a messy pile on the floor and clambering back onto the bed connecting your lips in a desperate needy kiss, spreading lipstick around each others mouths.

you began lifting your hips to create some friction between you and her, making you whine out at the contact into her mouth quietly, she reaches down skilfully to rub your clit rhythmically with your grinding, using her other hand to pull the cup of your bra under your tit, taking it into her mouth urgently and circling her tongue around the little bud, making you whine out.

“you’re doin’ s’ good.” she whispers as she feels you nearing your climax, leaning down to kiss you again when the door flings open, startling the both of you, you reaching for the nearest throw pillow and holding it over your bare tits, robin shrieking and fumbling around. “jesus!” steve’s voice can be heard with a flick of brown hair around the door before it slams harshly against the door frame, rattling the walls a little from the force and the sound of footsteps descending the stairs. “little warning next time would be nice!” he yells, making you both burst out into a fit of giggles.

“robin! that was so embarrassing!” you manage though giggles, robin covering her mouth as her eyes crinkled at the sides, giggling with you. after your giggling died down she sighed. “we’re never gonna live that down.” you just giggle and throw the pillow you were holding over your tits at her face starting the giggle fit all over again.

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resident-gay-bitch · 8 months

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(romantic)

please reblog for a bigger sample size <3

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mothofmyth · 2 days

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Robin Buckley singing Good Luck Babe by Chapell Roan as frontwoman of a band to try to woo her love interest of choice who is a victim of comphet. Could be Vickie. Could be Chrissie. Could be Nancy. Could be anyone.

#fanfiction #stranger things #fanfiction prompts #robin buckley #lesbians #wlw #soft #good luck babe #chapell roan #ronance #buckingham #vickie stranger things #robin x vickie #robin x nancy #robin x chrissy #chrissy cunningham

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annes-andromeda · 2 years

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🔺🔴The Monster-Hunting Squad🔴🔺

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Made these for funzies cause I think they could’ve been a great team

might make a drawing version of this some other time

#stranger things #my edit #eddie munson #vickie stranger things #steve harrington #argyle #robin buckley #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #hellcheer #robin x vickie #jonathan x steve #steve x jonathan #stonathan #i ship ronance but i honestly prefer nancy as single

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turkishdelightshaveviolentends · 2 years

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The Eddissy (side Stoncy, side Robin/Vicky) Middle Ages AU nobody asked for.

King Jason of the House Carverstone, has everything a man could wish for. Everything, except a queen. At least, just for a few fortnights. Princess Christiana is of age and they've known eachother for a long time. She is sweet, soft and the perfect embodiment of a future queen. It truly makes sense. In no time, she will be his to marry and in such union both of their kingdoms will join in a powerful alliance. However, during his journey to her family's kingdom, rumours of black magic and devil worshippers begin to arise. And King Jason, dreadfully worried for the safety of his domains, puts his bet on the royal jester, a strange behaving freak that seems to have the princess hypnotized. Because why would the king's betrothed smile as brilliant and honey-eyed at a low-commoner like him, if not by the poisonous effects of witchcraft.

Edward (or Eddie, as his uncle Wayne the blacksmith calls him) has not always been the royal jester of the House Cunningham. When he was but a child, he jumped between singing and playing his music on the streets of the kingdom for a few metal pieces and helping his uncle at the forge. Yet, when his uncle Wayne had fallen sick and couldn't work as before, he dashed at the opportunity of becoming the previous jester's apprentice and earning enough money to maintain them both, providing shelter and a hot meal for the man that had rescued him from orphanhood and starvation. Wayne had been there for him when he was a dirty little brat on the verge of losing his hand, and now it was his turn to take care of him. The downside of it all, sadly, is that Eddie's guts twist everytime he has to see the rich, warm cloths the monarchs wrap themselves with, while the rascals he likes to call his little sheeps, his ducklings, shiver come winter and feel the need to become squires or go to war so as to afford an ounce of bread. It is not easy, but laughing and joking at the expense of royalty on their stuffed faces and getting paid for it, sure makes it bearable. That, and the laughter and starry-eyes of a certain princess, who seems to be less sad whenever he cartwheels around the halls or sings songs of adventures and love or calls her Chrissy, like her nursemaid used to do. In fact, Edward doesn't remember much about his time in the streets or his first years of childhood, but he does remember the tender-faced princess and her smile so big it lighted up the whole town, crouching in front of him without minding her dress getting dirty, saying she had loved his song and gifting him a kiss on the cheek and a book with flowers pressed inside, stating it was her favourite. He could have selled the book, the careful illustrations of it would have payed for safety by far. He should have. But if Wayne has ever seen him taking it out from under his pillow and staring at it every night under the moonlight, he has kept his silence. Sometimes when he looked at the trees inked in gold in the yellowy pages of the book, he wondered if behind those careful, controlled movements and scared, faraway gazes Princess Christiana sported now that she was older, still beated the heart of the tender, daring girl that had approached him on the streets enjoying the soil and rain in her shoes. Or if his treasured memories were nothing but hallucinations of hunger. Nonetheless, when he finds her one day, very early in the morning, disguised as a maid and humming as she threads a flower crown, feet splashing in the river, Eddie begins to think that maybe, that rosy-cheeked, daring girl had not been a fidget of his imagination. She had just been crushed under the weight of responsability, perfection and prospects of marriage.

Princess Christiana of the House Cunningham is kind, soft-spoken and good-natured. Princess Christiana wakes up every morning with the sun, before her maids come to help her wash and dress and picks flowers for them from the garden next to her window. She speaks everyday to everyone in the castle to thank them for their hard work and for taking care of her and her parents. She has read practically every book in the library that the master scrivener has let her to. She hums songs her nursemaid sang to her under her breath when she is tired or distracted, sometimes she doesn't even realize she does that. She embroiders butterflies and birds on pieces of cloth and gives them to the children of the kitchen maids. She prefers to be called Chrissy and likes the smell of the woods after a storm. She loves pupppet shows and likes to sit with the children on the floor of the square to see them. But Princess Christiana is to be married and so Princess Christiana needs to grow up. Queens do not bite their nails nor read fairytales hidden behind bookshelves at night, because those stories only fill their heads with nonsense and foolery. Queens only talk to the service when it's strictly necessary for their duties and let the gardening to those who have been born to get dirty, never to give them handmade gifts. Queens listen to the advice of their parents and ride their horse only on the designated path and never too far into the woods. Queens eat as little as possible in front of their king, never finish a meal, because in moderation and temperance lays true elegance. And above all, a future queen should have never approached a singing boy on the street, no matter how close in age they were, how warm his voice was or kind his eyes. Future queens love their king. (And she does because she must, but her affections towards the monarch of Carverstone have always been more of the friend nature and she has forgotten whatever infatuation she had with him when they were younger)

Future queens don't snort. Not in front of King Jason, chastisises her mother, he who has always been kind to her and favoured their friendship and has chosen her as his bride above all the other beautiful, perfect ladies he could have had. She was just lucky, and the safety of the kingdom and each of their subjects falls on her shoulders and lays in her hands, so she needs to be Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.

Henceforth, Princess Christiana tries not to tremble when they pull on the belt of her dress too tight to accentuate her hips, and under the vigilant eyes of her parents, rejects the grape and lamb pie the kitchen maid has cooked for her since she knows it's the princess' favourite. Princess Christiana stops talking to Maxinne, the rugged ginger girl that delivers the laundry and is always eager to talk about the music on the streets, even if the kid used to roll her eyes a lot and pretended she didn't care. Princess Christiana smiles a lot, but doesn't show her teeth anymore, eyes always vitreous and quiet.

It has been many seasons since her maids had listened to their princess Chrissy sing with the morning light or seen her scrunch up her nose with laughter. Many seasons watching her undereyes a bit lilac with night terrors or cleaning her vomit and sweat. So when the princess decides to disguise herself and scurry to the woods at dawn for a moment of silence, they say nothing. When after many sunrises and secret excursions to the forest, she comes back one day humming an old song that Eddie, the blacksmith's nephew, used to sing when he did street shows, they say nothing. And when suddenly Eddie seems to go lengths out of his duties as the new royal jester just to make her laugh, they say nothing. Because Wayne's boy is a nice boy, as strange and lunatic as he may behave sometimes, and behind that unruly mane of black curls, scandalous jokes about demons and mocking grins, there is a tender-hearted boy that is just as scared and in need to be seen as their Chrissy is. They say nothing and pray twice each night. One time for the rumours of a devil sorcerer terrorizing a faraway Kingdom to be false and their families to be safe. Another time to thank the Lord. Because Princess Christiana still has night terrors, she still holds her breath to appear more gracious in front of her mother, but with each passing day she behaves more like her old, mirthful self again, and goes back to talking to Maxinne and the other maid's children when she sees them.

However, when Eddie blushes and hides his smile, all shy-looking, behind his hair the moment she waves at him. When the princess snorts, very unlady-like, because of the antics of Eddie the Jester and smiles like the sun at him in the middle of a royal ball, instead of at her future husband. When Eddie comes back many nights kiss-bruised or Chrissy caresses her own smiling lips or her neck lost in who knows what memories, both looking as lovestruck. When the Princess starts visiting the boy's uncle every week to check on his sickness and wearing a ring the red colour of the Jester's clothes...Oh, how they wished they had said something sooner. Because the awaited marriage to King Jason is approaching, and the monarch, on his last visit, seems to have picked up on Eddie's not so subtle winks and the princess' giggles and infatuated gazes.

When King Jason declares he is staying until the wedding takes place, to later travel back to his kingdom with Christiana as soon as they exchange their vows, the maids start praying a third time each night. Because that cannot end merrily for neither their princess nor the jester boy.

Also, other details I have thought for this Middle Ages AU that now lives rent free in my head and my heart:

Nancy, Mike and their little sister are the children of a noble feudal lord and his wife, they know Princess Christiana from the balls they have had to attend with their parents.

Joyce is a shoemaker, her husband was a drunkard and ended up dissapearing with the little money the family had. So she had to take care of the bussiness so her two sons wouldn't starve. She ended up getting married again to Hopper, the sheriff of the town and they are very happy. Jonathan is an artist and makes the sculptures of royal families and nobles (therefore, he knows Nancy, Chrissy, Steve, etc). Will is a painter's apprentice and works with his brother Jonathan and so on. Eliana Jane (or El, as she likes to be called) is actually Hopper's nephew, but her mother died by the same sickness Hopper's first wife and daughter did, so he takes El in and loves her as his own daughter. El helps Joyce at the shoemaker bussiness. Joyce and Hopper absolutely adore Jonathan, Will and El the same and they are their children all the same, no matter who were their biological parents.

Murray used to be a Barrister (representative of people in court) but became a crazy theoretical man that everyone believed had gone crazy cause he started screaming of a round earth and who ends up being unlikely friends with Hopper and Joyce cause Hopper keeps detaining him for public scandal or whatever so much they reach familiarity. I dont know. Murray can be whatever you want, tbh.

Steve is a knight, and Robin is his squire. Robin is a girl but disguises herself as a boy to be a squire. Steve knows. They are still the fantastic dynamic duo we know and love and defend eachother with teeth and nails and love eachother to pieces like the brother or sister they never had and would totally die for eachother and yet annoy the shit out of eachother. Steve play-fights with the kingdom kids everytime he comes back and tells them stories about his and Robin's journeys and organizes sword-fighting activities with the children and teens of the kingdom (with wooden swords or sticks, he is not crazy). He complains a lot at all the parents suddenly assuming their kids will be entertained when he is around but he loves all the rascals, as insane as they drive him. And as much as Robin likes being a girl, sometimes she thinks that if she pretends to be a boy in the outside world, maybe she will be able to marry Vicky, the armorer's daughter she likes so much. Steve has asked for Nancy's hand and at some point they will marry. But both Nancy and Steve seem to be infatuated by Jonathan the sculptor, and he with them. (Yes, people this is also a stoncy cause they were my first ship on the show and i want the ot3 and them to be Poly-happy together)

Dustin is the son of the castle's kitchen first maid and a farmer (or some kind of butcher?). That is why he runs around the castle all he wants and knows both Chrissy and Eddie. In fact his mom knows Wayne the blacksmith so Dustin practically grew under Eddie's protection.

Lucas and Erica are the children of the watchman of the principal kingdom's town and his wife, another maid from the castle (maybe?). Whatever so they are friends with Dustin, Will and El, and have grown close to Eddie, too. I dont know how all of them are gonna know Mike but you can work it in your heads. Maybe through Will because he has painted with his master/teacher a portrait for Mike's family and Jonathan has done some sculptures and paintings as well?

Maxinne is the daughter of the Weaver/clothes' maker? She delivers clothes or aprons or whatever to the maids of the castle, or maybe her mother's dresses desings are very beautiful and sometimes they ask for her work and so Max delivers the clothes? Maybe her is a seamstress and that is why she goes around the castle and gets to talk to Princess Christiana while still becoming friends with Dustin, Eddie, El, Will, Lucas and Erica? Or even knowing Nancy and Mike because of the clothes delivery?

Of course, Lucas is totally besotted with Maxinne.

Maxinne had a stepbrother, Billiam, who died in battle for King Jason before they moved to the Cunningham's kingdom (can they even do that?) and she still has nightmares about it. He was not a very nice stepbrother to her but still. Nightmares about a dieing brother never help.

And I think that is all. It started as a fun time making photosets while waiting for a doctor's appointment and now I have been consumed by this Eddissy Middle Ages AU with side Stoncy ot3 and side Robin/Vicky. Half of it doesn't even make sense but oh well. I might draw some doddles about this AU. But I'm not making any promises cause sometimes procrastination gets the best and worst of me.

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appleleef · 1 year

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go for it, Robin Buckley!

#Robin Buckley #Chrissy Cunningham #Robin x Chrissy #buckingham #stranger things 4 #this year I am thankful for Robin chrissy buckingham #might do a version where in each shape is a diff girl from a Robin ship (Vickie Nancy that hellfire girl bc I think they should kiss)#but I also might get lazy as fuck and not

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dancinginthesapphicmoonlight · 1 year

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Chrissy: I love you.

Nancy: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.

*Chrissy and Nancy kiss passionately*

Vickie, to Robin: You owe me 20 dollars.

#sapphic senate incorrect quotes #sapphic senate #the sapphic senate #wheelingham #sleuthcheer #pompompistol #rockie #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #vickie stranger things #chrissy cunningham #chrissy x robin x nancy x vickie #ronance #buckingham #vancy #chrickie #stranger things #stranger things incorrect quotes #incorrect stranger things quotes

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 days

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A/N: I had to write this. I needed Nancy and Steve being parental as well as Steve being bitchy. Everyone's relationship is up in the air except for Robin and Joyce's. Joyce is clearly with Hopper. Robin is always with Vickie because people hate on Vickie for no reason. Anyways, love to all, no matter what you like. Unless you like Billy, then I'm judging you harshly.

Steve was already annoyed because his date backed out at the last minute, but now he was even more annoyed when he found out from Robin that they wouldn't be at Lucas's game. Just for one night, Lucas wasn't asking them to abandon the game completely but to take one night off. Don't they understand that this is what Lucas was afraid of? Not being able to be a jock and to be able to still be a nerd? Of losing his friends? One night wasn't an unreasonable thing to ask for. Sometimes, being a good friend means supporting them when they need it even if you don't like it or understand it, not all the time but sometimes. How do they expect Lucas to compromise for them when they need it if they never do it for him?

Steve was too in his own head to notice that someone else was striding towards the drama room. He arrived at the doors at the same time as Nancy. Their hands reached for the door handle. They stared at each other, and for a moment, Steve had forgotten what he was doing. Nancy looked so beautiful when she wasn't angry at him. Oh, she was angry. Was she angry at the same thing he was? Oh, right, Mike, Dustin, and Erica.

"You mad at the kids for abandoning and replacing Lucas, too?" Steve asked.

"Yes!" Nancy exclaimed.

"Well, let's do this together then, shall we?" Steve asked.

They opened the doors, causing them to bang loudly against the walls. Nancy and Steve stormed in, their hands on their hips.

"Hey, assholes!" Steve and Nancy exclaimed in unison.

They paused and looked at each other in surprise for a moment before turning back to them.

"Oh my God! They're together and they're both pissed!" Dustin shrieked.

"You're damn right we're pissed!" Steve yelled.

"Lucas asked for one night for you guys to be there to support him, and you couldn't give him that?" Nancy asked.

"It's not our fault Lucas went to the dark side!" Mike exclaimed.

"The dark side? So, all people who play basketball are Darth Vader?" Steve asked.

"You know Darth Vader?" Dustin asked.

"Of course, I do! I can be a little nerdy sometimes!" Steve exclaimed.

"He reads comic books, too!" Nancy yelled.

"What? Why didn't you say?!" Dustin asked.

"Whenever I try to join in on your conversations, you brush me off and scoff!" Steve yelled, and then his eyes went soft, as well as his voice. "Do you guys just think of me as a dumb jock who gives you free rides?"

"Nice mom guilt," Nancy whispered to him.

"Thanks," Steve whispered back.

"I mean, really, everything that Steve’s done for you. . .for Lucas, especially in Starcourt. He saved Dustin and Erica's life!" Nancy exclaimed. "And do you just think that all people who enjoy basketball are assholes?!"

"Nice dad guilt," Steve whispered.

"Thanks," Nancy whispered back.

"Hey, Mike, didn't you promise Will that you wouldn't join another party?" Steve asked, snapping his fingers at him.

"That's right, I mean, if D&D means so much to you, then why are you sitting here in another party?" Nancy asked.

Mike opened his mouth and closed it again, unable to find the answer. Dustin looked incredibly guilty. Good, Steve thought. Eddie scowled and stood up.

"Who gives a fuck about some stupid laundry basket game?" Eddie asked. "This is when we play. It's not our fault that Sinclair chose the wrong game."

"Lucas gives a fuck about that laundry basket game!" Steve snapped. "He wasn't asking for you to give up the game completely, he was asking for one fucking night so he that he wouldn't feel like a freak for enjoying both games! He wanted his friends to accept him for that and for someone who stood up on a fucking table to preach against forced conformity - yeah, Robin told me about that - here you are trying to force Lucas and his friends to only comform to D&D!"

Steve was pleased to see that Eddie looked like he had been slapped in the face.

"That's not - I mean - ," Eddie stuttered.

"Yeah, Robin was pretty much agreeing with you until you went after science and band," Steve said. "I mean, are you telling me that all of you have the same exact interests? Do you all like the same food? Do you all like the same music?"

"The problem isn't basketball. The problem is that every group has their assholes but they also have their good people, too," Nancy said, looking at Steve.

"And sometimes people can crossover into other groups," Steve said. "It happens."

"We didn't think Lucas actually enjoyed basketball," Dustin said.

"Yeah, he told us he wanted to stop being bullied," Mike said.

"Hm, and which group was he talking about?" Steve asked.

"What happens when one of your players gets sick?" Nancy asked.

"Well, yeah, we postpone then because it's a good excuse," Gareth said.

"A championship is a good excuse," Nancy replied. "But it's nice to know that you guys aren't completely heartless."

"Heartless?! We're not the ones beating the shit out of people because of what they like!" Eddie snapped.

"No, you're just letting them know that they're replaceable if they decide they need to explore other options," Steve said, and then he scoffed. "Can't believe I ever had a crush on you."

Eddie's eyes widened as the whole table gasped dramatically.

"You're fucking with me," Eddie said.

"No, I'm not," Steve said. "I like men and women. I know that liking more than one thing is a hard concept for you to grasp."

"That's not, I mean, you can like whatever you want, but liking basketball and D&D is different than that," Eddie frowned.

"I don't see how," Nancy said, shaking her head. "Do you guys play every day of the week?"

"Well, no," Eddie said.

"Well, if you don't play every day of the week, then it's not going to be the end of the world if you wait just one more day?!" Nancy asked.

"Okay, enough of this. I don't care if you guys come or not, but Dustin, Erica, and Mike, you guys are coming to the game to support your friend," Steve said clapping his hands.

"But - " Mike started to say.

"You heard your mother! I mean, your Steve! You heard Steve!" Nancy exclaimed, shaking her head again.

Mike and Dustin ducked their heads as they gathered their things. Erica held her head up high as she did the same thing.

"I didn't do anything wrong, they tricked me!" Erica exclaimed.

"Erica!" Nancy scolded.

As they were leaving with the kids, Steve overheard one of them - Frankie? - speak up.

"I wasn't ever going to say anything, but I, uh, kind of like watching basketball," Frankie said.

"Fine, fine! We'll go to the goddamn game," Eddie said.

It didn't take long for them to catch up with the group.

"Decided to join us assholes, huh?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, look, you were right, and Nancy was right. . .it's not going to be the end of the world if we wait one more day," Eddie said. "And of course, I know that Sinclair isn't going to turn out like those assholes especially if he has the support of his friends."

"Yeah, well, I'm not the one you need to apologize to," Steve said.

"Yeah, that's true. . . So, you have a crush on me?" Eddie asked.

"Had. As in past tense," Steve replied.

"Yeah, I suppose I deserve that," Eddie said. "I am curious to know if you are seeing anyone, though."

"I just tore you a new one," Steve said, looking at him in confusion.

"I know," Eddie grinned.

"Well, I'm kind of seeing someone," Steve said.

"Kind of?"

"It's on and off."

"Is he being intentionally vague?" Eddie asked Nancy.

"I can't say," she grinned.

"By the way, was I little too bitchy in there?" Steve asked Nancy.

"No, you were perfect. I know someone else who would have loved it like a certain someone did," Nancy said.

"Okay, you two aren't bad assholes, just annoyingly vague assholes," Eddie said, and they both giggled. "This is going to be a long game."

The game wasn't so bad as Eddie had thought it was going to be, especially when Chrissy jumped up and waved excitedly at the sight of him. He eventually got caught up with it when Lucas was sent in to play. He was glad he did come when he saw the pure joy on the young man's face when he saw almost everyone he cared about was there to cheer him on. When Lucas scored the winning shot, Eddie hugged Nancy and Steve both tightly. He needed to be reminded every once in a while that it's not just about him and what he likes. He started Hellfire to give lost sheep like Lucas a place to belong, and he almost ruined that because of a few bad eggs who happened to like basketball. Besides, people needed to know that just because you have different interests doesn't mean you have to be enemies.

"Thank you for making me come," Eddie told them. "I would have regretted it."

A week or so later. . .

"So, Nance, what were you saying about it not being the end of the world if I postponed the game for a day?" Eddie asked with a cheeky grin as he laid in his hospital bed.

"We stopped it before it could happen," Nancy rolled her eyes. "Do you regret going to Lucas's basketball game?"

Eddie grinned as he thought about the pure joy on Lucas's face.

"Nah!"

"Well, no one stayed dead, so there's that!" Chrissy grinned.

"Well, Hopper's still dead," Steve said.

"Oh, yeah," Chrissy frowned.

Suddenly, there came a knocking at Eddie's hospital room door. Robin got up to answer it.

"Steve, you were wrong. Hopper is very much alive!" Robin exclaimed. "Holy shit!"

Robin let Hopper and Joyce into the room. Moments later, Vickie skidded in behind them.

"Hey, guys, did you hear? Someone said they saw Chief Hopper wandering the hospital!" Vickie said and glanced at Hopper for a moment. "Hiya, Chief! Isn't that crazy, Robin? He's supposed to be dead, right?!"

"It takes her a moment," Robin said. "She gets there eventually."

"Oh my God! . . . Eddie, is that your mom?"

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poly-space-nerds · 2 years

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Chrissy: this is my boyfriend Eddie, and his boyfriend Steve, and his girlfriend Nancy, and their boyfriend Jonathon, and nancy’s girlfriend Robin, and her girlfriend Vickie

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endlessdreamerxoxo · 2 years

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"Stop this War"

I will try to be nice with this post, but I really dislike people telling Hellcheer shippers to stop this war with st*ddies in the name of peace and harmony. Although, I do like the sentiment. I really do. I just can't be quiet about the bold harassment and the unnecessary toxicity against something I like and people I admire for their creativity. And I really do question whether those people truly understand the fundamental problem that Hellcheer shippers have with toxic st*ddies and the scope of the situation in general.

I'm checking the A03 tags as I write this post up and currently

we (Hellcheer) have 956 works on the website.

Steddie have 7,013 works on the website.

And Harringrove (a ship that has been around since 2017) has 8,415 works on the website.

For a better comparison, that means that Steddie has exactly 1,402 fics to go to meet the cumulative effort of 5 years hard work in a less than 3 months since the official creation of the ship. That's utterly insane. And if we did that math again, Steddie has 6,057 more fics than Hellcheer. That's the fucking scope that we are dealing with.

Their ship is the Lusitania, while our ship is a rowboat.

Many of us have always say this over and over, we were minding our business for a good solid week or two (I came around June 9th into the tumblr fandom) before claims were being made about Chrissy's age. Personally I didn't even know that people were shipping Steve x Eddie (cause they have no chemistry in my eyes) because no one was talking about them in the 'edssy' tags and I don't have twitter. People were just making fanart and other things to celebrate our cute ship. So I literally discovered Steddie's existence as we got called out for p*dophilia (which is not the correct term, but go off) and homophobia. From my viewpoint, we got dragged into a shipping war against our will as we kicked and screamed at the the top of our lungs that we didn't want a war. I know for my "Joe Quinn was Right" posts, I danced around my actual feelings to preserve peace and minimize hate. I know a lot of my mutuals did that and continue to do that with those who are stalking their accounts and sending them threats. We have been vocal about not caring whether someone ships St*ddie or Hellcheer. Nevertheless, we are also been very clear to point the obvious flaws in shipping Steddie and or their sketchy behavior, while acting as holy than thou than the rest of the fandom:

The misogynistic harassment of Grace (and Amybeth).

The biphobia and bi erasure.

The fetishization of attractive white gay men.

The constant whining for some or better wIw rep in Ronance, but than ignoring the canonical lesbian ship of Rockie in the show or failing to give Ronance the same amount of love as your mIm ship.

Only making Chrissy a lesbian because they want her away from Eddie under the guise of allyship.

The stealing of lines from other scenes or characters in order to make their ship more cute and fluffy.

The mass reporting of Hellcheer artwork.

The invalidation of people's queer identities/sexualities because they ship a heterosexual ship (or a straight passing if they see it that way).

The obsessive nature that people have formed a parasocial bond with Joe Quinn to the point where they are assuming his sexuality, stalking his family's social media for pics where he was a minor for some twisted reason, and harassing him on his family vacation.

Like we can't bring up those facts because we don't want a shipping war? We didn't even bring up those fact until recently because we have been poked for a entire two months straight. Grace literally thought her safety was in danger, going to an con because her friend was attending the same event. Are you really telling us not to say anything? Are you telling them to mind their own business and go to their corner of their internet with their 7,013 fics and their shit ton of fanart? Because the reality is this extremely tiny Hellcheer squad can't stop this war. Even if we decided not to call people out and did our own thing, people would still be harassed and made to feel like crap about themselves for liking this ship. Even if Joe came out tomorrow and say stop this war, toxic St*ddies would think that Grace is holding him hostage at knife point. St*ddies are the only one who can stop this war, but they wouldn't until they get Steve x Eddie as canon (which they will never have). We are truly just trying to defend ourselves and just want to be left alone.

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Double Date Plans

I may have failed my thesis but I can still write prompts. This one was requested by @autisticfanboynumberinfinity and in as they requested it is part of the 'I Think We're Alone Now' universe. Although you do not need to read that one to get this one. This one includes ronance, as always, and Vickie/Chrissy. It is quite short but I do hope you like it.

You can read my old prompts or send me new ones.

The day was dragging on like never before. Steve was out sick, and it was raining cats and dogs outside, so the few people that entered the video store kept complaining about the weather to Robin. It was frustrating. For the past hour or two she had done nothing but stare at the clock.

The bell above the door chimed and Robin wanted to bang her head against the counter, which would have been less painful than hearing another middle-aged woman shriek that she got her hair wet. But when she finally dared to look up, she saw red hair and a bright smile.

“Vickie, hi.”

“Hi, Robin. I was hoping you could help me out. I’m looking for a good movie for date night.”

“Oooh, another date? When am I going to meet this girl of yours?” Robin was rounding the counter to show Vickie their current selection.

“Soon, I promise. Maybe when you introduce me to Nancy,” Vickie stretched out the name with a teasing tone.

Robin could feel the blush creep up to her cheeks. It somehow still felt like forbidden knowledge. Like it was meant to be kept behind locked doors, away from the world so that no one could take this thing away from them.

But so far no one who knew had tried to take her love away.

“We should have a double date. We could go to that diner with the great pancakes and people will just think it’s a group of friends hanging out.” Robin motioned with her hands as she spoke.

Vickie grabbed Robin’s hands to stop her from pushing over the nearest rack of video tapes. “We totally should, it would be wonderful.”

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Nancy crossed her arms over her chest. The blonde girl next to her mimicked the stance. Nancy vaguely recognized her from school. A cheerleader or something. But she wasn’t interested in the cheerleader. She was interested in her girlfriend and the red head that was holding her hands.

“What the hell is going on here?” Nancy took a step forward.

“I’d like to know that too,” the blonde girl said.

The red head quickly dropped Robin’s hands, but all Nancy noticed was the guilty expressions on their faces. Or at least on the red head’s face. Robin just looked at her with awe, which nearly eased Nancy’s rage. Nearly.

“Nance?” Robin mumbled.

“Chrissy?” the red head said.

“Why are you—” Chrissy looked at Nancy with a hesitant look on her face.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Robin said.

“We’re planning a double date. Robin, this is Chrissy, my girlfriend.” The red head walked up to the blonde girl and pulled her towards Robin.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Robin quickly shook Chrissy’s hand before walking towards Nancy. “This is Nancy, my girlfriend.” Robin pointed at Nancy with her thumb and a bright smile on her face.

The red head held out her hand.

“And you are?” Nancy said with a scowl, not lifting her hand.

“Vickie. Me and Robin are in band together.”

Nancy could feel the blush coloring her cheeks. Robin had told her about Vickie, Nancy had even said she was looking forward to meeting Robin’s friend. “Oh, you’re Vickie. Sorry.” Nancy shook her head. “Nice to meet you.”

She noticed the shy smile on Chrissy’s face and the amused expressions Vickie and Robin were wearing. Robin leaned in close and whispered: “You look cute.”

“So, a double date, huh?”

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic #ficlet #vickie stranger things #chrissy cunningham #vickie x chrissy

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