Amber Glenn performing her Like a Prayer program at Stars on Ice in Fort Lauderdale.
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Amber Glenn performing her Like a Prayer program at Stars on Ice in Fort Lauderdale.
the hair omg
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the strawberry incident
pairing: amber glenn x fem! model! reader summary: accidentally hard launching your relationship with amber during a livestream because she wanted strawberries. the internet will never let you live this down. warnings: social media | livestream setting | accidental relationship reveal | mentions of internet attention & fandom reactions | very soft domestic fluff | excessive strawberry discourse | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine library
Alysa was so inspiring to watch 🥇
❄️ “Gold Medal, Dumb Anime” — Alysa Liu x Model Reader
she sneaks away from the olympic village to cuddle and force you to watch her "dumb" animes + reader hating on her girls smiley piercing😁😛
The hotel room lights are low, curtains half-closed against the Milan night. Somewhere far away, the Olympic Village is buzzing with athletes and media and security.
But Alysa?
Alysa is absolutely not there.
She’s sprawled across the hotel bed with you, hoodie on, gold medal tossed carelessly on the nightstand like it’s just another accessory.
You’re tucked into her side, legs tangled, her arm heavy around your waist.
On the TV?
Chainsaw Man.
You stare at the screen.
“…Why is there a man with a literal chainsaw coming out of his head?” you mumble.
Alysa gasps like you just insulted her entire bloodline. “Shh. This is peak storytelling.”
“It’s stupid.”
“It’s ART.”
You roll your eyes but snuggle closer anyway, resting your chin on her shoulder. You pretend to pay attention. You really do. But every five seconds you’re just staring at her instead.
She looks different off the ice.
Messier. Softer.
Her medal-winning hair is slightly flattened from laying down. And when she turns her head to argue with you about some anime plot point, her smile stretches wide—
—and the stupid little smiley piercing catches the light.
You squint at it.
“I still hate that thing.”
Alysa grins slowly. “You don’t.”
“I do.”
“You think it’s hot.”
You glare at her.
She leans closer, smug. “You literally stared at it for five seconds.”
“That was judgment.”
“That was admiration.”
You huff, but your hand comes up anyway, thumb brushing lightly near the piercing. You try to look unimpressed.
“…It’s dumb,” you mutter.
She tilts her head, playful. “You wanna kiss it?”
You shove her shoulder. “Shut up.”
She laughs — that stupid, soft Olympic-gold laugh — and suddenly she’s rolling on top of you just enough to cage you in, careful not to crush you.
“You are so mean to me,” she says dramatically.
“You made me watch this.”
“It’s character development.”
“You won the Olympics and this is what you choose to do with your power?”
She leans down, nose bumping yours. “Yes.”
And then she kisses you.
Soft. Slow. Nothing dramatic — just her lips brushing yours, warm and familiar. You try to stay annoyed.
You fail.
Your hand slides into her hoodie, gripping the fabric as she kisses you again — a little deeper this time. When she pulls back, she grins against your mouth.
The piercing brushes your lip slightly.
You freeze.
She smirks. “Still hate it?”
You swallow.
“…Unfortunately.”
Her smile widens.
“Unfortunately?” she teases.
You pull her back down by the hoodie strings and kiss her again before she can talk.
When you break apart, you mumble against her mouth:
“It’s still stupid.”
She rests her forehead against yours, medal glinting in the corner of the room, anime still loudly chaotic in the background.
“But I guess,” you sigh dramatically, tracing the edge of the smiley piercing again, “it’s kind of hot.”
Alysa looks way too pleased with herself.
“Yeah,” she whispers. “I know.”
And somewhere between explosions on the TV and Olympic gold on the nightstand, you fall asleep tangled together — pretending you care about the anime, pretending you hate the piercing, but very, very aware that you’re completely in love with the girl who snuck out of the Olympic Village just to cuddle you.
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I WANTED TO POST ONE AGAINN I JS LOVE ALYSA LIU😁😁🙏🙏🙏
ps: I saw multiple edits of her today, and im kinda going crazy, I fear I might post all my saved stories of her (I have a lot)
the coolest girl in ice skating
meet me in the pale moonlight, alysa liu ⋆⭒˚.⋆
warnings: fem!snowboarder!reader. celebrity crushes, sort of? mentions of r & alysa being shipped. reader is lowk an awkward nerd sorry(not rlly). this is my first time writing for alysa so bare with me please LMAO also this is probably very inaccurate i know nothing about the olympic village.
COMATOSE - Nancy W.
Summary: once targeted by Vecna, you lie in a coma in a place away from everyone else, having taken the spot of Max. Nancy can't help but feel somewhat responsible for this— and now she's desperate, and will do anything in her ability to have you come back to her. Anything. She doesn't expect demodogs wanting to get to you first.
Content: talk of suicide and the files for the kids targeted, depression, descriptions of blood and gore (vecna bone breaking & killing), hospital setting, mention of guns, arguments, injuries, nightmares, angst/fluff, no coma perspective just nancy yearning hours, r!uses a wheelchair at the end like max, nancy being sad, happy ending obvi, eventual fluff let it cook
Req: Nancy x reader where reader was basically in max’s place in the events of season 4 and Nancy feels like it’s her fault [read full..]
₊⊹⁀➴ w/c: 4,4k ・ a03 ・ prompts ・ ST masterlist
The hospital monitors beeped faintly as Nancy let her pen flow rapidly across the pages of her personal journal that was spread wide open across the side table, accompanied by the quiet hospital bed beside it. The bed had been adjusted to her liking, a routine way to check up on you that spoke of being a Nancy specific habit.
Oh great heavens
so real
Nancy and fem reader gets trapped in the flooding room inside upside down Hawkins lab and Nancy confesses to us that she's always had feelings for us, her close friend. (Let's just pretend Jonathan and Nancy broke up earlier on) And maybe that's the reason they did, because Nance realized she only like girls. We reciprocate but they both think they're gonna die so it's kind of sad too, bittersweet I guess.
The Gold | nancy wheeler
summary: 1,1k. trapped on a metal table as an opaque, alien liquid rises through the ruins of the upside down hawkins lab, you and nancy wait for what feels like the inevitable.
cw: confession before death vibes, bittersweet, mutual pining, fem!reader, friends to lovers, english is not my first language xx.
currently playing: the gold
The liquid is rising faster than either of you expected.
It creeps in through the cracks in the lab walls first, cold and oily, spreading across the tile floor in thin ripples that reflect the flickering emergency lights. Somewhere far above, metal groans. The Upside Down Hawkins Lab is collapsing in on itself, and the room you and Nancy stumbled into—panicked, bleeding, soaked—is becoming a trap.
You slam your shoulder against the door again.
It doesn’t budge.
“Nancy,” you say, breathless, your voice echoing strangely. “The door won’t—”
“I know.” Her voice is steady, too steady, which scares you more than if she were panicking. She’s standing a few feet away, shotgun discarded on a counter that’s already half submerged. Her hair is plastered to her face, freckles darkened by water and grime.
The milky liquid reaches your ankles.
You meet her eyes, and something unspoken passes between you—fear, yes, but also understanding. You’ve been through too much together for denial to survive moments like this.
The room hums. The lights flicker again.
You lean back against the wall, contemplating the loss of alternatives. Nancy hesitates for half a second before grabbing you, her hand brushing yours. The contact is small, but it sends something sharp and aching through your chest.
She guides you on top of the table before you can do anything.
The liquid reaches the legs of the table before either of you say it out loud.
It isn’t water—not really. It’s too thick for that, opaque and slow-moving, like diluted ink, like something alive that hasn’t decided what it wants to be yet. It slides across the lab floor with a soft, muffled sound, swallowing reflections instead of mirroring them. Where it touches metal, it steams faintly.
You and Nancy are kneeling on top of the long table in the center of the room, boots soaked, hands braced against the slick surface to keep your balance. The table wobbles every time the structure groans, every time the Upside Down shifts its weight around you.
There is nowhere else to go.
The door is sealed. The walls are bleeding vines. The ceiling drips something whitish and viscous that splatters into the rising liquid below.
Nancy’s shotgun lies forgotten beside you.
Her hand is in yours.
She didn’t even ask. She just grabbed it when the liquid first started pooling, fingers cold and desperate, like instinct took over before fear could. You haven’t let go since.
The table shudders again.
“Nancy,” you whisper, more breath than sound. “I don’t think—”
“I know.” Her voice cracks this time. She isn’t trying to be brave anymore. “I know.”
The liquid laps higher, licking the underside of the table now, thick waves pressing against the legs like it’s testing how much time you have left. You can’t see through it. You don’t know how deep it is. You don’t want to.
The blue-gray light from the Upside Down sky filters through the cracked windows, casting shadows under her eyes. She looks exhausted. Younger somehow. Stripped down to the truth.
She looks at you like she’s memorizing your face.
“I never told you why Jonathan and I really ended things,” she says suddenly.
Your throat tightens. “You don’t have to—”
“I do.” She squeezes your hand harder. “If this is it… I don’t want this to be the thing I keep locked away.”
The table creaks beneath you. The liquid climbs.
Nancy inhales, shaky. “I thought something was wrong with me for a long time. That I was broken. Or too demanding. Or incapable of being satisfied.” She laughs softly, bitter. “But the truth was… I was looking in the wrong direction.”
You can’t look away from her.
“I loved him,” she continues, “but I was never in love the way I was supposed to be. And every time I tried to force it, all I could think about was you. The way you looked at me like I wasn’t asking for too much. The way being close to you felt… easy.”
The liquid reaches the tabletop edge, sloshing dangerously close.
Nancy’s eyes shine. “I like girls,” she says. Then, barely above a whisper, “I really like you.”
The words don’t feel loud. They feel heavy. Like they settle into your bones instead of the air.
You laugh quietly, breath hitching, tears spilling before you can stop them. “You know what’s cruel?” you say. “I used to wish you’d realize that. And then I started wishing you never would—because I didn’t want it to be like this.”
Her lips tremble. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” You shift closer on the table, knees brushing, foreheads nearly touching. “I’ve loved you for so long it stopped feeling like a secret and started feeling like a fact. Like gravity.”
The table rocks as something collides with it underneath. The liquid swells, coating the metal surface in a thin, glossy film.
Nancy moves without thinking. She cups your face, thumbs warm against your cheeks despite everything.
“I was so afraid,” she admits. “Afraid that if I chose you, I’d lose everything else. And now…” Her voice breaks. “Now I’d give anything for more time.”
You lean into her touch. “Then let’s not waste this.”
She kisses you like it might be the only time she ever gets to. Slow, reverent, desperate in its softness. Like she’s afraid if she presses too hard, you’ll vanish. The world is ending in quiet, horrible ways beneath you, but for a moment, there is only her mouth against yours, the truth finally allowed to exist.
When you pull apart, she rests her forehead against yours, eyes closed.
“If we survive,” she whispers, “I want mornings with you. I want ordinary. I want boring. I want a life where loving you isn’t something I have to be brave about.”
The liquid is on the table now, seeping around your knees, opaque and cold.
You hold her tighter. “And if we don’t…”
She opens her eyes, meeting yours.
“Then I’m glad I didn’t die lying to myself.”
The table groans, sinking just a fraction.
You stay there together, holding on, surrounded by the slow, inevitable rise of something you don’t understand—knowing that even if this place takes everything else, it can’t take the truth you finally gave each other.
And somehow, that makes it hurt more.
And less.
All at once.
Why is writing Will Byers x fem reader something problematic?↷
First of all, let’s summarize this situation in one short sentence: you are turning a gay character into a straight one.
Why this is troubling:
Will Byers represents a marginalized minority group
The actor who portrays him is part of that minority
The fifth season, which gave rise to all this mischaracterization in fanfics, is the season in which his sexuality finally received a direct approach (and it is also the first season with a consolidated queer couple; Robin and Vickie ❤️)
The wave of conservatism and the normalization of homophobia on the internet
Imagine the person who saw themselves represented by the character’s arc, who identified with Robin’s speech, coming here and seeing, basically, Will Byers in an intense gay conversion session? Frustration is already expected (even disgust), so no, it is not surprising that people complain — they have the right to complain! To talk about the character who represents them and about how he is being approached in these stories! Do you even care about what Will Byers represents?
The comment about “gay cure” was deliberately an exaggeration, but it is an easy line of thought to draw. Let’s go back to the summarized statement: you are turning a gay character into a straight one.
Or worse, into a bisexual one! You are modifying a queer storyline with the sole purpose of heteronormatizing it and turning it into an erotic tale with a woman. No, you are not developing a diverse plot by keeping Will’s passion for Mike in your fanfic with a female reader; you are being disrespectful and showing that you have no tact whatsoever to deal with sensitive writing and LGBTQ+ characters. If you are going to do it anyway, just turn him straight once and for all! Clearly, there is no care, nor is any importance given to what the character represents.
“You turn heterosexual characters into gays!”
People who say this are ignorant. Are you really trying to put a MINORITY, which is brutalized every single day for being who they are, on the same level as the privileged social norm? The norm that exists across all media vs the marginalized minority with few representations and that feels immensely attached to the little it has. It doesn’t seem like the same thing to me 😕 or are you the type of people who believe in heterophobia? hahaha
“It’s just fiction!”
Countless discussions are raised from fictional works! Film adaptations, for example, turn non-white characters into white ones, and the issue is discussed.
What’s the next step? Robin x male reader? I hope the sapphics speak up if that happens, and I’ll be there with them!
Meeting The Parents | N.W
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Meeting Nancy Wheeler's parents was something you'd managed to avoid for months—partly because life in Hawkins was always a little too eventful, and partly because the idea of sitting across from Ted and Karen Wheeler felt strangely scarier than facing a demogorgon.
"will all great neptunes ocean wash this blood clean from my hand?"
"all the perfumes of arabia will not sweeten this little hand."
just pointing out that all her true smiles in volume one were directed at robin
Natalia Dyer as Nancy Wheeler Stranger Things, S05E01
lowkey hate how big stranger things is of a show cause everyone and their mother has something to say about it and that is how we have people pushing for stancy and mileven in the big 2025... do you hate nancy and eleven or something
“JANCY JANCY JANCY!!! i scream as they drag me into the white room with padded walls.” thats how i feel supporting jancy along with a whole seven other people in this corrupted world of stancy shippers 💔