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#caught up on my ronance fics and #fic is called Emerson #I’m gonna Kms. #ronance

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🌻august bookshelf🌻

july recs | recs tag

I really enjoyed putting together a little fic rec list at the end of last month and decided to do it again!

🌻driving in your car by @kkpwnall - when I say the ultimate pining Steddie fic I MEAN IT. the use of the car as this sort of central, grounding force within Steve's world and the way the testing of his tether to Hawkins and the people in it plays out here is stunning, not to mention the HANDS and the ronance going on stage left and the complete and utter tenderness lying just beneath the surface. perfection I am swallowing it whole

🌻clueless by @gothbat99 - such a lovely short & sweet slice of life in the summer after they win the war, it feels SO important in its simplicity that Nancy and Robin are getting to behave like young people, all free and hopeful and discovering how to want/ be wanted. made my heart so big and warm in only 1k words like THAT !!! is so impressive, so worth your time, will make your day better guaranteed

🌻Faces Freedom with a Little Fear by @fragilecapric0rnn - literally Steve family-centric character study of all time, come swoon over big sister JJ Harrington and watch as her presence in his life creates a fullness and richness of growth and self-realization LIKE. I could bask in this world for the rest of forever and never get tired of its sincerity and depth and siblingisms, what a heart-squeezing delight from start to finish

🌻haunted hawkins by @hellsfireclub - starts with the brilliant premise of "what if it's not just Hawkins?" and RUNS with it, giving not just beautiful ruminations on both Nancy and Robin as they start a journey towards figuring out just how far the paranormal spreads and also a journey towards mutual self discovery and (: lesbianism (: READ THIS FIC.

🌻then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus by stellarpoint (@heybluechild) - a lovely little peek at Steve and Nancy's friendship coming back together after they've come into their own a little bit and Nancy being so, so brave in coming out to him. truly this made my heart so big and full and warm i am carrying them gently in the palms of my hands

🌻this must be the place by @judasofsuburbia - JARGYLE CAMPING. the tenderness of this, the peace offered to Jonathan when he hasn't ever really known such a thing, the way they just sort of slot together and find and choose and become each other?? it's got me all soft in the heart and THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. illegal actually. I'm weak in the knees :((

🌻Young, Scrappy, & Hungry by @fragilecapric0rnn - politics ronance rivals to lovers WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?? perfect dynamics already and I can't wait to see where these girls go. the characterizations of them is so REAL despite the very different world of Washington they've been dropped into and my lesbian, TWW-loving ass is feeling soooo normal about them SO normal don't worry about it

🌻The Warmth Pulls by TheDeathsWish - I'm not fully caught up on this one yet, but it is genuinely one of the most unique AUs I've come across so I have to mention it here. It's still 1986 and it's still Hawkins, but the sci-fi overlay is switched out for more purely fantasy elements, including some very cool and beautifully revealed eccentricities and abilities of the characters. Steddie but also so hugely dependent on the ensemble of it all, which you know I eat up, I'm excited to keep working my way through this one!

P.S. if you read and enjoy any of these, please remember to tip your writers in kudos and comments!💛

#dot recs #fic recs #steddie #ronance #jargyle #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #jonathan byers #argyle stranger things #it's not the last day of the month but i'm going out of town tomorrow so here you go shhhh #will i manage to do this every month? only time will tell but for now i am making it happen!

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My 2023 Fanfiction Wrapped

Hi everyone! It's ya boi spreadsheets back with another fanfiction wrapped! This time I actually took the time to make it look really pretty (see: I half assed this in Google Slides for my discord server's swampmas wrapped event lmao).

Without further ado, here's what I read this year.

2023 Fanfiction Mini Guide

These are fics I rated 7/7 stars on my guide that I would FULLY recommend everyone read if you're into these fandoms or ships.

Stranger Things

Gen (Steve & Robin)

As He Sinks Just Like A Stone by saintmares | Rated T | 5k

The words "Steve Harrington is sooo strong" had always made Robin Buckley roll her eyes. After all, what did it matter if some stupid jock just so happened to use his muscles a bit more than other people? But when her life comes crashing down inside a secret underground Russian elevator, Robin finds a new appreciation for the strengths of Steve Harrington... at least until she has a startling realization about her best friend and his fleeting mortality as the Party patches up his demo-bat bites.

Steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Black Out Days (Fairground Nights) by OonionChiver | Rated E | 140k (background Ronance)

‘I think,’ Steve says slowly, reaches for Eddie’s abandoned, untouched beers. ‘You don’t know me very well.’

‘I don’t know you at all, man. I don’t really want to.’

Steve’s throat works. It’s subtle, but Eddie sees it. He hides it with a swig of beer, but when he sets it down, his smile isn’t quite so bright. Twice as sharp, though.

‘The self-centred asshole who can only be decent to a single human being, I get it. It works for you.’ Then he takes a thick, heavy breath. The alcohol is hitting him, Eddie can tell. ‘And I am being civil. I’m here, aren’t I? You have any idea how hard it is for me to be here?’

‘In a bar?’

Steve doesn’t answer.

Star vs. the Forces of Evil

Stomco (Star/Tom/Marco)

Monster Carvers by Raikim4Never | Not Rated | 70k (unfinished, but I think about it every day of my fucking life)

Fourteen years after Princess Star Butterfly is kidnapped from her cradle, a terrorist attack on The Underworld results in Prince Tom Lucitor being sent to stay on Earth. Meanwhile, the Monster Carvers plot to bring an end to all non-Mewmans, and Ludo learns of rumors that Tom was given the Butterfly wand for safekeeping…

High School Musical

Chyan (Chad/Ryan)

I Still Don't Dance by Rozavie | Rated G | 20k

Chad Danforth never thought that he would find himself here—washed up, past thirty, teaching at a high school, and divorced. Basically, everything in his life has gone up in flames. No longer being able to play his favorite sport, and coming off of an exhausting (although amicable) separation, Chad decides that it's time to focus on what he can control. Primarily, raising his daughter. As long as she's happy and healthy, Chad thinks that he can manage to be as well.

But when an old friend from high school stumbles back into his life, Chad's world gets just a little more interesting.

Boy Meets World

Cory/Shawn/Topanga

For a good time, call by feyrelay | Rated M | 3k

This headcanon lives rent-free in my head, constantly, and I was so disappointed in how GMW handled a lot of the adult relationships and stickier topics, that I just had to write this. It just might rot your teeth.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zukka (Sokka/Zuko)

like the sun inside you by ofherlionheart | Rated M | 200k (Unfinished)

Sokka's expression is caught somewhere between determined and pissed off when he says, “I know you think this is your responsibility. But you’re not going to be alone in this. This is why we’re building you a council.”

“I know,” Zuko says.

“And the only way you’re going to die having done nothing but sit in meetings is if you let yourself do that. You’re not a bad leader if you take a break now and then.”

Zuko scowls. “What, so people can then say at least my father wasn’t lazy?”

Sokka tilts his head. “Don’t you think there’s a difference between laziness and, I don’t know, choosing life and happiness in spite of a terrible dad who tried to take both from you?”

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Zuko is sixteen years old when he’s handed a crown, a throne, and a hundred-year ancestral legacy of colonial imperialism. He’s not scared of the work; he’s scared of being consumed by the responsibilities and burdens he’s claimed. What Zuko doesn’t quite realize, yet, is that he’s not alone in this.

(do you take this jerk to be) your one and only by jatersade | Rated T | 55k

Under the leadership of Fire Lord Iroh, the Fire Nation has made every attempt to restore peace and make amends for the harm they inflicted during the Seventy-Year War. Their newest proposal is a literal proposal: a marriage to unite the Fire Nation and the Water Tribes.

The Fire Nation offers Prince Zuko’s hand.

The Water Tribes offer Princess Yue’s.

Sokka is apparently the only person in the world who has a problem with any of this.

Will We Last the Night by CSHfic | Rated T | 144k

Chief Arnook never assigns Sokka to protect Princess Yue, so he goes to fight the Fire Nation with the other men. When the moon dies, and the ocean spirit takes its revenge, Sokka is caught standing on the deck of a Fire Nation ship. Sokka should have drowned… and he would have drowned, if not for a certain Fire Nation raft fleeing the North Pole.

[An enemies-to-lovers season 2 rewrite, where Sokka is separated from the gaang during the Siege of the North, and travels the Earth Kingdom with Zuko instead].

War Crimes by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 90k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING FOR SA, CHILD SA, TORTURE, MURDER, AND VIOLENCE - PLEASE READ THE TAGS AND CONTENT WARNINGS)

Book one ends with two major diffrences: 1. Sokka went on the mission with Hahn (it did not go well) 2. Zhao survives the North Pole and that proves unfortunate for everybody (except Zhao, obviously) 

Imprisoned on Zhao’s war ship, Sokka and Zuko have to work together to survive. They are not very enthusiastic about this prospect. 

And they argue. 

A lot. 

War games by Lovely_Elbow_Leech | Rated M | 428k (MAJOR CONTENT WARNING, TORTURE, VIOLENCE, MURDER - Unfinished)

After the events of War Crimes, Sokka and Zuko have escaped Zhao’s warship and are fleeing across the Earth Kingdom. As well as unfamiliar terrain, they have to navigate their shared trauma, work out where they fit into the war, and their place in each others lives.

Sokka is aware that being friends with the enemy is going to bring complications, but he probably should have guessed that being friends with Zuko in particular, was going to be a bit like dunking your head repeatedly into a bucket of angry Fire Ferrets.

Katara is also grappling with the confusion of befriending an enemy, something that doesn’t prove as difficult as she had expected with the bond of shared, furious grief bridging old wounds. (Learning a new way to look at her bending doesn't hurt either)

Azula, struggling with the Fire Lord’s mistrust, encounters a few nasty surprises and has to make some difficult decisions. Luckily, she is a great deal better at making sensible choices than her brother.

Her father may have made a slight tactical error.

In the Soft Light by CHSfic | Rated T | 84k

As the newly appointed cultural liaison to Northern Water Tribe, Zuko is the first Fire Nation Citizen to step foot inside the city's walls in nearly a century. He's determined to prove himself—to the Fire Lord and to his father—even if the Water Tribe's spirit-touched prince seems to want nothing to do with him.

or

Moon Spirit Sokka AU

These Things Written by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 222k

The letter was never supposed to be read, least of all by Sokka. But then, things happen every day that aren’t supposed to, in war.

Or,

On a particularly hopeless night, Zuko sends out a messenger hawk to nowhere. He didn’t realize that his messenger hawk is deeply committed to completing the job. And that Sokka happens to be traveling straight through nowhere, at the time.

These Things Known by Erisenyo | Rated E (Underage) | 400k (Third in series! There is a second one between These Things Written and These Things Known)

[Aang cuts him a quick, guilty look. “I didn’t mean to imply that you…”

Sokka raises his eyebrows. “That I…Focus on the present to the point of blindly committing to enormously questionable courses of action with significant long-term ramifications because they’re gratifying in the immediate moment, which is particularly concerning as our chief Maker of Plans?”

“Uh—That’s basically…Yeah.”]

Surrounded by danger and doubts, separated by war and one irrevocable decision—after the world of just-Sokka-and-Zuko crashes into the world of everything else, what comes next?

Or,

What happens when trusting someone suddenly means something far different out in the world than it did in the space of a Ba Sing Se teashop?

I'll Share the Moon, if You'll Share the Sun by anarchycox | Rated M | 400k

An alternate world where Iroh leads a coup against Ozai on the eclipse and wins the throne for Zuko. The southern water tribe hadn't sent men to fight in thirty years, instead protecting their home, laying traps, using guerilla tactics so the fire nation gave up fighting them.

Sokka and Katara found Aang, but being frozen in ice for a hundred years has ramifications and for almost four years the tribe focuses on healing the avatar.

Zuko is advised for continued peace to have an arranged marriage outside the fire nation. The best option is a the child of the chief of the southern tribe. Katara is in love with Aang and is heartbroken, but will do her duty for her people. Sokka finds a loophole that they can carefully and craftily exploit.

Aka they lie. They lie so hard and Sokka becomes the one betrothed to Fire Lord Zuko. He is sure there will be no consequences to the plan. Certainly not going to fall in love with the man he is lying to. At all. Nope indeedy, no love on the menu. Dang it.

Everything That I Am Not by Benedick | Rated T | 85k (Unfinished)

Sokka isn’t stupid. Not that his sister is, mind you (at least, he’d never call her that to her face now that she’s honed her waterbending), or any of the rest of Team Avatar, although sometimes it feels like he’s living in a different world from the rest of them — a world where running out of food means starving, and walking into a town full of firebenders with the Avatar in tow will get you killed, rather than help you free a beaten-down Earthbender colony.

Anyways.

Sokka isn’t stupid, which is why he laughs directly in Aunt Wu’s face when she tells him that he will marry the Fire Lord.

As always, if you're curious how I get my data or how to do this yourself, shoot me a DM or come bother me in my Discord Server (It's called The Swamp, we're all queer and neurodiverse with various interests and are currently having a pokemon themed Swampmas)

#fanfiction #2023 fanfiction wrapped #ao3 wrapped #zukka #steddie #atla #stranger things #boy meets world #star vs the forces of evil #stomco #fanfiction guides #fanfiction mini guides #2023 fanfiction guide #ot3

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Listen, I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort. It's well and truly my wheelhouse. Therefore:

Ronance hurt/comfort ideas

These may become fics at some point if I have the energy to write them (point 4 and the final point are strong contenders for fics, especially the last one).

When Nancy has nightmares about Barb or...everything that's happened in Hawkins, she always ends up hiding her face in Robin's neck, with Robin gently playing with her hair. It just makes her feel safe. Sometimes she wakes up and she doesn't immediately realise where she is or who she's with, and she'll scream and weakly hit at Robin as the redhead pulls her close. She always feels awful when she realises, but Robin just gently shushes her and tells her it's okay.

Robin has a nasty self-sacrificing problem (which she and Steve have in common) and she has an especially bad habit of throwing herself into danger without telling anyone. Nancy loses her shit with her after Robin shoves Max out of the way of a tentacle in the Upside Down during the final confrontation with Vecna, and is almost strangled by it before Eddie saves her.

Speaking of Max, they both take on pretty serious big sister rolls with her, especially after they finally beat Vecna. The first 2 weeks after it all, Max stays at the Wheelers with Nancy (and Robin, because Robin's staying over too) because she's terrified to be alone. They basically become for her what Steve and Eddie are for Dustin and the boys.

Both of them have serious paranoia issues, but Nancy's are definitely more prevalent on a day-to-day basis. Her worst trigger is when Robin (or anyone for that matter) is gone longer than they said they would be. Like, one night Robin was supposed to go to the Wheeler's after a shift and she was 2 hours late (she stayed for some overtime and got chatting to Eddie for 20 minutes) and when she got to Nancy's room, Nancy was curled in a corner having a panic attack. She was so afraid something had happened to Robin.

Robin's paranoia manifests more when she's feeling ill or otherwise 'weak.' She caught the flu at one point and Nancy had to all but pin her to the bed to get her to actually rest. In the 5 minutes Nancy was in the kitchen, Robin managed to work herself up into a panic because if anything came to hurt them, she wouldn't be able to help. Nancy gently ran a hand through her hair and quietly assured her that they were safe, Steve and Eddie were safe, the kids were safe, everyone was okay, just to get her to sleep.

Robin also gets worried that some day the pressure might just become too much for Nancy. Being gay in Hawkins isn't the best thing (because 80s rural America) and even when she knows she's being stupid, Robin worries that Nancy might decide to leave her just to avoid the judgement. Nancy couldn't give less of a shit what anyone thinks of her for dating Robin, so she always tries to assure Robin that that's never gonna happen.

Robin has a full blown meltdown after she gets diagnosed with autism. Not because of the diagnosis itself, but because people suddenly start listening to her. Suddenly, people don't make her do last minute stuff. They don't make her eat unsafe food. They don't make her wear uncomfortable clothes anymore. Nancy finds her in their apartment, just screaming and sobbing so hard she can't breathe properly. When she manages to get her to talk again, Robin just whimpers "None of it mattered, no one listened until a piece of paper told them they had to." Is this one projection? This one might be protection.

#stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #I don't have the spoons for full fics so have some concepts

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HI PERCY HI PERCY!!!

i dare you to tell me about some of your wips right now >:33

HI OMG HELP I CHOKED ON MY CHIPS WHEN I SAW THE NOTIF /POS

most of my wips are like literally song lyrics from my fav songs so like ig im just gonna put those because like! it makes it easier ahh (90% of my wips are unnamed though smh)

"the last time i caught my own reflection was on its way to meet you." - (ronance) jealous nancy fic? i really only have an opening sentence for it but i plan on working on it more soon. but like robin's all buddy buddy (ALMOST girlfriends) with vickie and nancy doesn't like it whatsoever, like she feels like her best friend (cough crush cough oh ahah who said that?) is getting stolen from her and stuff and she's really jealous obv.

"so stay with me, hold my hand. theres no need to be brave," - (ronance) its like post st4, robin is doing some very intense thinking and its like an angst doughnut thats fluff filled yk? wound tending and sapphic yearning like what more do you need? its like one of my favorites but i'm really stuck on one spot and i don't know how to get past it, as soon as i finish the wip i will like immediately post it on ao3 so like?!?! i'm really excited to post it ahh

"theres something about you i'll always recognize." - (ronance) IM SO SO SO TEMPTED TO JUST POST THE LITTLE TOTALLY SEPARATE SCENE I WROTE FOR THIS ON ITS OWN LIKE ON HERE BUT LIKE (i might actually..)! also i posted a little bit of it on here already but not much, just some progress i've made. but like robin is so desperately trying to become friends with nancy after st3 (i think thats like where i wanna set it in the timeline) and like it starts with jancy.. and robin wanted to cry- LIKE LIKE WHEN UHM ROBIN CAME OUT TO STEVE YK thats how she feels in this fic lmao!!!

i also have a google doc titled "crying" like help?? but anyway its like ronance angst.. this is literally how it goes bro! almost developed ronance, jancy affair (sort of), rovickie, platonic ronance, developed ronance!!! i dont know how to explain the plot or sum it up but like thats it, i guess i tried to make an angst pizza or something?

i swear i didn't yap to so much so like im gonna stop there but i have so many wips i have ideas for and like i wanna talk about so badly but i i dont like yapping about that on here because ig i feel selfish help?? idek how but yeah help

#percy answers asks!! #no because im actually so glad you dared me to do that because i've been like dying to yap about it #i love yapping about my ronance fics like you should really just message me harper /nf /hj #but like seriously i love my ronance fics/wips so much theyre all my babies #theyre like different little parts of my brain yk? #theyre just apart of me idk how to explain it #but yeah #thanks for the ask harper!! <3 #asks #i really didnt mean to yap so much ew..

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Since Ao3 is down, I thought I'd post an old fic on here in the interest of keeping us all sane. Enjoy <3

Bloomed into Blue | Ronance | Rated G | 8,399 words

Nancy wanted to scream, tear out her hair, throw a tantrum and yell about how unfair it all was. Being in a professional work environment made that difficult though.

Instead, she smiled and clapped as she watched yet another of her colleagues collect on the rewards of her hard work. She sat in her seat for as long as she could stomach, and then broke away to hide in the bathroom until she felt like she could be in the office without feeling the urge to break something.

This marked the fifth time that one of her coworkers had gotten recognition for her research, her writing, or her investigating, and she was sick of it. After her stint at the paper in Hawkins, she had expected some disadvantages in her working life, but this was ridiculous. She had put more hours of work into that last story than anyone on the team, it had even become a running joke in the office that she spent more time here than at home! How could she have gone unrecognised again?

If only it was socially appropriate to send your boss into the hell dimension underneath your hometown, she thought fancifully. He certainly wouldn't underestimate her or her mettle ever again, but it would likely raise other issues.

So instead of doing what she wanted to do, what she felt like doing, she muscled it all down, dusted off her skirt, straightened her already perfectly laid blouse and looked at herself in the mirror.

"You deserve better," she told herself, firm and assured, "go out there and demand better."

She gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and left the bathroom, beelining for her manager's office across the floor. She caught a few comments from the piggish men in their cubicles about how 'it must be that time of the month' or about 'how sensitive women are these days'. These were the sorts of comments that had become commonplace, really. Ordinarily, she'd have a quip or scathing remark to throw their way, but right now, she was on a mission.

Seeing that Jerry was free, she walked straight in without knocking. By way of greeting, she planted her hands firmly on her hips. Robin would call it a power pose and point out how odd it was that polite and demure Nancy Wheeler had grown into who she had.

"Miss Wheeler, what can I do for you?" Jerry started, but it wasn't a genuine question. He wasn't even paying the courtesy of looking at her and was instead polishing a tacky golf ornament that he kept on his desk.

"I want it on the record that I should have received a share in that raise," that was generous really, she should have received the entire raise. Frank had spent the last three weeks making unhelpful comments and sleeping through group meetings, instead of organising them like he should have been. Nancy decided, though, that if she made that observation known to her boss, she'd be on the entire company's shit-list.

"Wheeler, Frank was head writer on that project, it was his story, he got the raise," he already had the glazed-over look in his eye that she recognised all too well. She'd seen it enough times when she'd tried to engage her father in any kind of conversation that involved her passions.

"That's just it, sir, I did more work than anybody on this one. Ask around. I've worked more hours than anybody else in the department, I spent all my free time researching and I wrote almost the entire article–"

Jerry put up a condescending hand to stop her, "you chose to do those things, no one asked you to, darlin'." He said deliberately.

Nancy ground her teeth and lifted her chin – Lord knows she's put up with worse than a little misogyny. She poured all the false respect she had into her voice as she replied.

"All due respect, sir, but it never would have made it to print if it weren't for me."

"Fortunately, we'll never know," he said with a smugly patronising smile.

Nancy seethed. She opened her mouth to argue again, but he raised that damned hand again. This time he made a shooing motion. Like she was little better than a misbehaving child. Worse than that; like she was a creature he didn't care to even feign his respect for.

Without hesitation, and with all the surety she could muster, Nancy stood her ground and with a deep breath announced: "Jerry, I quit."

The moment the words were out of her mouth an overwhelming sense of relief washed over her. A heavy burden was lifted off of her shoulders and she felt like she could straighten her spine for the first time since she'd taken this god-forsaken job.

"Don't be stupid, Wheeler," Jerry warned, still with the tone of condescension, like it was his default when he spoke to her.

"Oh this is the smartest thing I could possibly do, right now, I deserve better than this." A smirk was fast-developing across her face, the apathy she had now that she wasn't worried about her job caused a little of her ruthlessness to slip through her crafted 'girl-next-door' veneer, "this paper will drown without me."

"Hah!" Her boss chortled, "you won't last a week out there in this business."

"I've faced down serial killers and won, Jerry. I'll be just fine."

Taking more than a little satisfaction in the astounded look on her ex-boss's face, she turned on her heel and walked out. Without slowing, she hooked her bag over her shoulder as she passed her desk and then walked out the front door. Not so much as a glance back before she stepped out into the crisp Chicago air.

Walking away from the building, Nancy felt like she could finally breathe properly. She'd spent her entire tenure there shaping herself into the boxes they wanted her in, squeezing herself into categories that made the men around her comfortable. When she thought about it, she'd done that her whole life.

She always made herself smaller to be more acceptable to those around her. People struggled to handle her competence and drive – it tended to make them feel inadequate – and so they found ways to limit her to make her more palatable. And when she'd gotten used to people reacting to her that way, to them wrestling down those parts of her personality, she'd started doing it preemptively.

Walking out of that no-name paper had been a wake up call. An opportunity to reset. Remove the mask.

She felt powerful.

So when she got home, jobless and pretty much penniless, she was smiling.

"What are you doing here so early?" Eddie asked from his spot on the sofa, guitar in hand, when she walked through the door.

"I just quit my job," Nancy replied. She was a little breathless, likely owed to the four flights of stairs up to their place, but it was also partly because she felt a bit giddy saying it outloud.

"Alright, Wheeler," he praised, setting down his prized guitar and holding up an appreciative fist for her to bump. She grinned and did so proudly. If she could count on anyone to be delighted about her joblessness, she could count on him. He'd been encouraging her to quit for almost as long as she'd worked there. Eddie wasn't one to suffer fools and so the very first time Nancy had come home seething about the blatant unfairness she was experiencing, that had been his immediate suggestion.

To begin with, she had found it infuriating. The fact that Eddie thought she could be content in giving up so easily and letting them win was insulting. She was too good for that; she was too smart, too stubborn.

Nancy refused to give in so easily. She was determined that once she proved herself useful, if she did what they asked, went above and beyond, they'd have to take her seriously. She thought she'd finally be given the lead on the important stories. She was a talented, hard-hitting, investigative journalist. She was wasted on boring puff pieces that only existed to fill in the gaps on the pages. She was naïve enough to think that her boss would see that in time. Clearly she had been wrong.

As she flopped down onto the sofa beside her best friend, she resented him a little. Things were so much easier for him – since they'd left Hawkins and the people who called him 'murderer' and 'Satanist' behind, at least. While he'd certainly understand some prejudices and unreasonable roadblocks in his day to day, his life would never be complicated by sexism. When he was good at things, that was taken at face value; he was allowed to be good at them. When he felt something, he didn't have to reign himself in or risk accusations of 'hysteria'. He didn't have to worry about saying or doing the wrong thing, and having that mistake reflect on every woman in the field.

She loved Eddie dearly, but he would never truly understand. So when he gave his advice, it was sometimes a bit too flippant, a bit too blasé.

But even when he couldn't help, he'd always be there with Nance to celebrate her wins. So she leaned against his side and smiled when he squeezed her tight and told her (not for the first time) that she was the baddest badass in the history of badassery.

"Alright, alright," Nancy grinned, pushing him away playfully. Eddie had a very physical way of showing his support and affection. Sometimes, it was a little stifling. She gave him a warm smile anyway, "Do you know what their shifts are today?" She asked, gesturing towards the ceiling. Robin and Steve lived in the flat above them, which conveniently concentrated all of Nancy's favourite people (bar a few) into one apartment block.

Eddie smirked and leaned back, picking up his guitar in one fluid motion, "Robin has today off if that's what you're asking," he said, playing a guitar riff that was vaguely familiar.

She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him as she stood to head upstairs. She ignored it when he affectionately flipped the bird in her direction.

When she knocked on their door, it took a second for there to be a response. Nancy understood why when Robin came to the door dressed in coveralls that were more paint than fabric.

"Hey Robin-a-Roo, busy day?" She chuckled, a little sarcastically.

"You don't even know the half of it, Nance," Robin sighed with false weariness as she turned to walk back into the apartment with a broad grin.  She left the door open for Nancy to follow her.

Nancy smiled with amused shock when she reached Robin's room.

Every surface was covered in sheets of tarp, save for one wall which was smattered with splats vibrant colour.

There were open cans of paint in every colour you could imagine lined up on the floor (also protected with plastic), and there were various paint brushes and tools strewn about. When she looked at Robin again though, she saw that clearly she had leaned in favour of using her bare hands for this endeavour.

"Voilà!" Robin announced, waving her arms dramatically at the wall. Her face was adorned with a broad and bright grin that reached her eyes. Nancy's chest flowered with warmth.

"Cool," she said with a smile of her own, "there's almost as much paint on the wall as there is on you."

"Oh, excuse me for getting excited at the prospect of flinging colours around," Robin rolled her eyes good-naturedly and turned to admire her messy work.

Nancy laughed again and looked at the set up Robin had going.

She grinned, "looks like fun."

Robin beamed and turned to face Nancy again, "it's a great stress reliever. Wanna join?" She wiggled her eyebrows in challenge.

"Oh I wouldn't want to ruin it," she replied, suddenly feeling sheepish and vulnerable.

Robin's voice dropped a little, and she smirked, teasing, "ruin my completely random, zero skill required, messy, impulsive, paint splashing?"

Nancy frowned, "Impulsive? Didn't you get the landlord's permission?" She asked.

"There wasn't time! I had to go to the hardware store to get the tarps and paint and then I was deciding which wall to do it on and covering everything else with plastic and tape!" She spoke while waving her arms around dramatically, clearly just trying to make Nancy laugh. It worked.

"Don't worry I'll paint over it when I move out," she promised and wiggled her fingers ominously as she asked, "so are you getting your hands dirty or what?"

This time it was Nancy who rolled her eyes, "Fine, but I don't really have any clothes I'd be okay with getting paint on."

"Just borrow mine," Robin offered without hesitation, already dipping a hand into a truly alarming shade of bright green and admiring the way it dripped from her long fingers.

She grinned at Robin's ease at offering up her clothes for her to essentially ruin. The trust that Nancy would know the right clothes to pick, the inherent intimacy of sharing clothes, shocked her a little.

An indescribable warmth spread through her chest as she rifled through the drawers. She grabbed a grubby old work shirt that she knew Robin only kept for messy projects like this, since it was embroidered with a company logo. And she recognised a pair of dungarees she'd seen Robin wear before – she had a habit of drawing on the knees and wiping dirt and dyes and all sorts all over them, so she assumed a little paint would be fine – and took them to the bathroom to change.

When she came back into Robin's room, Nancy lingered at the door. Robin had put on some music (apparently not minding her tape deck getting a little colourful) and was jumping around dancing to David Bowie. With her eyes closed, she didn't see Nancy return and so was unencumbered by embarrassment or shyness.

Robin smiled bright, she occasionally flicked out her arms towards the paint wall, leaving a splatter of neon green from the arc of her hands as she danced. It was pure joy. Nancy couldn't keep herself from joining.

As the chorus hit, she jumped into Robin's room, dancing like no one was watching and she started singing along. Well, shouting would be more accurate.

At first her friend looked caught. Like she didn't mean for anyone to see her goofing around dancing to one of her favourite songs, so Nancy made sure to act even goofier. Even out the playing field.

Robin's face then transformed into something akin to awe. Like she couldn't believe that Nancy was there. Finally, her expression turned into one of sheer happiness as she started dancing again and joining Nancy in her shout-singing of the chorus.

As the song faded out, they found themselves theatrically falling to the ground out of breath, the plastic rustled beneath them. Any of Nancy's lingering annoyance for the people at her old job had been drowned out by the utter joy that coursed through her now.

She sighed as she finally regained her wind, "I needed that," she smiled as she sat up to look at the wall again, "so what do you want me to do?"

Robin mumbled something as she sat up herself, but it was garbled by the sound of the effort she took. When Nancy turned to look at her, Robin looked confused. "What do you mean? Just do what you want, man. Go with your feels, let the music move you."

The last words were said in a floaty sing-song that made Nancy giggle, as she watched Robin rock back and forth, out of time to the new song that had started playing, "sometimes I forget your parents were hippies, and then you go and say something like that."

Robin chuckled as she got to her feet, offering Nancy a hand, "seriously, Nance, just do what feels right, there's not a pattern to follow or a quota to meet, just–" She bent over abruptly, dunking her hands in a paint can and threw her arms out at the wall again, "dip and fling."

Nancy's smile felt like it'd rip her face in half. "Dip and fling," she tried to say seriously and failed.

She did exactly that, though: dipped her hands into a lovely shade of bright sky blue, and swung her arms out, watching the paint drops flick from her fingers in an arc and hit the plaster with a satisfying splat. She threw her arms about in every direction she could think of until the paint on her hands ran out and then she stood back, admiring her handiwork. It was messy and dripping down towards the ground already. It was perfect. Nancy looked over to Robin for her approval but she was already looking right at her with a huge grin, bouncing in place.

"Atta girl, Nance," she said, quieter than Nancy had expected her to speak. There was a strain behind it, like she was holding back. Nancy didn't really know how to respond, so she flicked the tiniest bit of remaining paint at Robin's chest playfully and then bent to get the next colour to decorate the wall.

For the next few hours they remained there, in a bubble, goofing around, listening to music, making a mess. The world may as well have disappeared for all they knew. In their little room, with Robin's ratty old speakers blasting Blondie and Bowie and Bonnie Tyler, Nancy felt freer than she had in months.

Only when they started to get hungry did they realise how much time had passed and by then, Robin's bedroom wall looked positively psychedelic.

"Wow," Nancy chuckled when she stood back and took a proper look at the project. She hadn't really expected it to look as beautiful as it did, a little worried that the paints would congeal and dull into brown. Instead it made up a maelstrom of brightly coloured nonsense. Something like glee bubbled in the pit of her stomach.

"Right?!" Robin exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet and wriggling her fingers in that cute way she did when something excited her. Nancy found herself hiding a private smile behind her curls before Robin could see her blush. Get a grip, Nancy.

They went off to clean themselves up in the bathroom, rinsing off what they could from their hands and arms. Robin hand shrugged off the top half of her coveralls and tied it around her waist. It was unbearably attractive. Nancy endeavoured not to stare by staring diligently at her own hands as she scrubbed them.

"So," Robin said, breaking the silence, "how are you now?" Robin asked and Nancy snapped her head back up in surprise at the question.

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked, acting as casual as she could manage.

Now Robin seemed to shrink a little, like she was embarrassed, "I mean – um – well, about the paper, I guess."

"Oh," she sighed, biting her lip, and Robin looked abruptly away. Nancy tried to lighten her tone "did Eddie somehow tell you when I wasn't looking?" 

"No, no, he didn't," Robin assured her quickly, "I just assumed. Since you're here… in the middle of the day. And I know you've been really unhappy there and you've been thinking about talking to your boss which I can't imagine going well since he's, like, a rich, old, white man. Not that I think you'd have said anything to get fired! It's just that that is what men are like, you know?"

Nancy found herself laughing at her companion's rambling and put a hand on her shoulder to keep her from rambling herself in circles, "I know. But I feel great, Robin."

She seemed to release the tension from her shoulders then, and relaxed under Nancy's hand. Robin was smiling but wouldn't look her in the eye, a sort of bashfulness overtaking her. It was painfully cute.

All Nancy could think about at that moment was how effortlessly Robin had re-routed her day to include her and help her forget the terrible day she'd had up until then. How easily she had brightened her mood, lifted her out of her anger and upset, by knowing exactly what would cheer her up.

"Thank you," Nancy said, and without her brain's permission her throat knotted which doused the words in emotion. She felt her lip quiver and took a breath to contain herself.

Before she could process what was happening, Robin had engulfed her in a hug. Her arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, face buried somewhere near Nancy's collarbone. One hand brushed up and down her back while the other held her close, and both movements were immensely soothing. She felt safe, cared for. Tears began to fall.

"I'm sorry," Nancy apologised, looping an arm around Robin's waist while the other was trapped against her chest.

"You don't need to apologise."

"I'm just so angry, you know?" She gasped in a soggy breath, "I work so hard and do so much and it's never even noticed."

"I know," Robin whispered.

"It's not fair."

"It's not, you deserve better."

Nancy pulled away, not even enough to break their hold on each other, to look at Robin when she admitted, "That's what I said when I quit."

Robin's eyes lit up, "you quit?" She surged forwards again and held Nancy so tightly, her ribs complained.

"Nance, I'm so proud of you," she was whispering into Nancy's hair again but this time, it was cheerful.

Nancy's smile was watery but genuine when she tightened her arms around the person that always made her feel so much better.

She avoided visiting home as much as she could these days. She'd left Hawkins for a reason, so of course coming back was always slightly sour.

She'd outgrown this town years ago and being back was suffocating. There were a few moments of reprieve; when she got a moment alone with her mum and she gushed about how proud she was of all Nancy had accomplished, when she could get away to see Robin or the Byers-Hoppers (Steve and Eddie had stayed back in Chicago for the holidays, Wayne insisted he come up to them). Mostly though, it was horrible.

She only had to get through two more days. Two days and then she'll be free – she'll hightail it over to the Buckleys', grab Robin and haul ass straight back home.

Until then though, she had to sit through conversations with her family members. The questions she could handle, the small talk was mind-numbing but bearable, but when they started proffering their opinions on things? She hated it. Not so much from the more distant family members, random cousins and uncles that felt the need to put in their two cents – that much was expected and easily ignored. When it came from her dad though, the man she was supposed to look up to, the man whose thoughts had meant so much to her once upon a time (and still did if she was honest with herself), it was a much harsher blow.

She'd just finished recounting the story of how she'd left her job a few months ago and gotten a much better one for another paper. She had thought that her dad would be proud of her, would praise her for knowing her own value and succeeding because of it. Instead he'd hardly looked away from the television, and when he did, he regarded her with derision.

"What's the matter?" Nancy asked, her excited smile from recounting the tale beginning to drop.

"I don't understand why you bother working at all, Nancy. You ought to get married and settle down. You need to be tamed."

She felt like he'd slapped her across the face. He may as well have. She didn't think there was anything he could say that would have hurt worse than that. Ted turned towards the TV again without a second thought, probably already forgetting what he'd said to his daughter. Nancy felt the threat of tears prick her sinuses so she stood and made for her old bedroom before anyone could see her cry.

Despite her fury, she tried hard not to slam the door behind her, instead taking out her frustrations on the drawers. She gripped the wood until her knuckles turned white, her breathing turned erratic as she wrestled her instinct to shout and fight and make him understand.

She wished she was home again. Not for the first time that day, and likely not for the last.

She wanted to be back in Chicago with Eddie and Steve and Robin. The people who understood her, supported her, bolstered even her most outlandish ideas. She missed Eddie's look of awe at everything she did – it was disastrously nourishing to her ego, but she loved that he thought she was "the coolest cat since sliced bread". His words.

Nancy missed talking things through with Steve, she loved his level-headedness and balance. It usually meant that whatever scheme she had cooked up somehow ended up much more effective. He'd occasionally try and talk her down, but he knew her well by now. Knew her stubborn nature.

And she missed Robin. Just Robin. The way she'd always be there. Always cheering her on, always holding her hand when she needed it.

Right now she just wanted her friends.

Unfortunately, whatever higher power was up there felt differently and instead sent Mike.

He lightly knocked and then let himself into the room, seemingly completely unaware of how upset she was.

"Nancy, can you drive me to Will's later?" It was clear that he didn't expect any answer other than a happy 'yes'. He had barely stepped into the room and was already turning to go, knowing he'd not need to fight his case.

Nancy gritted her teeth against the instinct to snap at her brother. After all, he hadn't done anything wrong; she was angry at Ted, not at him.

"Sure," she answered through gritted teeth, giving him a false smile that would fool no one.

Mike looked to take it at face value for a moment, considering whether he should ask her or not. He wavered on the threshold  and eventually decided. He looked at her again, this time actually paying attention.

"What's got you all bent out of shape?" He asked. It wasn't unkind, just sort of… thoughtless. It annoyed her all over again.

"Nothing," her voice came out tight and strained, "dad's just– god, he thinks I need to be 'tamed'!" She didn't mean to say it, it wasn't Mike's problem, she knew he wouldn't understand, but she felt like she was going to explode if she didn't let some of her rage free. Like letting steam out of an over-boiling pot.

Mike looked nonplussed and simply stood there as she recounted her father's words and ranted a little. She gestured wildly in her fury and paced the floor. When she was done, she looked to her brother, hoping for sympathy, maybe even understanding.

She was disappointed.

"I mean, he's not wrong. When you have a house and a family, you won't have time to work. That's what girls do, right?" Mike looked like that was the most sensible thing in the world. Like it was fair. Expected. Nancy wanted to throw him out of her window.

"No, Mike, we don't," she spat, "we tend to be living, breathing creatures with brains and ambitions of our own."

Mike looked shocked, he didn't expect her to react so bitterly. He must have noticed his error because he quickly added, "well, that's just what mom did, I guess you can do whatever you want though."

It should have been enough to placate her, really. Mike was young, a product of his sheltered, privileged upbringing. He didn't know better unless someone taught him better. But Nancy was so tired of teaching people things. Sometimes she wished they'd just know.

So she turned away, silently fuming. She gazed out the window, briefly fantasising about an escape plan.

"Can you still give me a ride?" Mike asked, voice small and cautious. This time unsure of what the answer would be.

She put effort into making her voice softer this time, "Yes, Mike, be ready in thirty."

"It can be later if you want, I don't mind," he didn't sound sure, he was clearly still tiptoeing.

"Don't be silly," Nancy rolled her eyes with a sigh, "you'd rather be at Will's than listening to Aunt Carol sing White Christmas badly."

That managed to share a smile between them, tension dropped as they complained together about their very annoying relatives.

When her brother left to pack his overnight bag, Nancy was left to her own devices. A dangerous thing for a woman of her brains, capability and desperation to escape.

In the end she didn't need a grand plan. She was an adult. With her own home and her own car. She could just leave. So she gathered together her things haphazardly and while no one was looking, snuck outside to sling her bags into the back seat.

As she looked back at the house, hoping that Mike would be ready to go, she caught sight of her mum gliding across the window with Holly on her hip. Suddenly she couldn't allow herself to just leave without saying goodbye to them.

Ducking back inside, she managed to dodge beckons for her attention by pretending to need something in the kitchen, but she knew that would hardly work for long. So when she found her rearranging a couple of decorations absently, Holly had since gone off to do her own thing, she grabbed her mum by her wrists and dragged her along.

"Nancy, sweetie," Karen chuckled, trusting her daughter and going along without a fuss. Safely tucked away, she turned to her but clearly hadn't schooled her features well enough.

"You look… thunderous, Nance, are you okay?" She swept a hand down the side of Nancy's face, taming a stray curl and then moving to hold her chin gently.

"I can't be here after what dad said. I can't." Nancy admitted, "I'm leaving, but I needed to say goodbye."

Her mum's face softened in sympathy and she pulled her into a comforting, motherly hug, "it's okay, I understand."

There was no heat in her mother's voice. No strain of upset, no anger, no disappointment. Just love and compassion.

It made sense, really; if anyone was going to understand how it felt to be on the receiving end of her father's soul-crushing remarks and almost neglectful disinterest, it'd be Karen Wheeler.

Nancy squeezed her a little tighter.

"Okay, Wonder Woman," Karen huffed out a small laugh, "best get going before the crowd thins and they notice you leaving, eh?"

Nancy nodded with a sad smile, "thank you," she said. The words were small and broken, her heart broke a little bit too.

Her mother rubbed her back soothingly, "can I see you again before you head home? Or are you leaving tonight?"

"I'm just going to Robin's for now," she assured her. She pulled out of the hug but kept their hands gripped together, "I'll come see you before we go home."

"No no, I'll come see you, we can go for coffee or something." Something in the way her mum said it made Nancy want to cry. Like she was just as desperate to get out, even if only for a few hours.

"Sounds perfect," Nancy smiled knowingly, and before she lost her resolve she took a deep breath, "you know, you and Holly are always welcome in Chicago. Eddie can stay at Robin and Steve's and we'll have the apartment to ourselves."

Tears welled in her mother's eyes, and her lip quivered but she was smiling and nodding gently, "that would be lovely, Nance." She surged forward and wrapped her daughter in a bear hug, "I'm so proud of you. You are a wonderful, wonderful woman."

Nancy pulled back and beamed at her mother, "I got it from my mom," her voice was warm and thick with affection. She hoped it came across in those simple words, just how much she meant it.

Karen's eyes were still welled up but she was stoically fighting them back, determined not to cry. Nancy had seen that look in the mirror.

"I love you, mom," Nancy said, with one last squeeze of her mother's hand.

"Love you more, honey," she smiled through glistening eyes, "now go go go!"

Nancy did just so. She found Holly over by the unsupervised plate of cookies, kissed her goodbye and slipped out in the middle of a loud argument about who sang 'White Christmas' originally. Mike was waiting by the car with a bag slung on his shoulders.

As she pulled up to the Buckleys' house that evening, having dropped Mike off, she'd had plenty of time to consider what she was doing and work herself into knots.

It was unfair of her to spring this on Robin, for her to invite herself over until they decided to go home. It was the holidays, the Buckleys were probably busy with family things. Family that didn't include her.

Nancy was seconds away from driving off without even knocking the door when she caught movement from the corner of her eye.

"What are you doing here, Nance?" Robin asked, running up to the car and flinging the door open a broad smile lighting up her beautifully freckled features. She yanked Nancy out of the driver's seat to pull her into a bone crunching hug.

When she could breathe again, Nancy answered without answering, "I'm so sorry to just turn up like this."

Robin waved her off dramatically with a scoff, "you're always welcome, Nance, my parents love you." The thought made Nancy grin.

"So are you staying the night? Or is this a flying visit? Because if you're staying that'd be super helpful because we've got an odd number so games are a little harder. You can be on my team? I bet my dad will try to steal you though. For your brain." She said the last part with a strange seriousness that was rarely found on her face. Nancy laughed.

"I was hoping to stay the night?" She admitted, "I promise I'll be on your team," she added to sweeten the deal. Robin made a not-so-subtle fist pump and then leaned into the car to grab Nancy's bags. She headed into the house without another word, so Nancy assumed that it was okay. That she was welcome. She trailed up the path behind her friend.

When she stepped inside, she was sweetly assaulted by the smell of gingerbread and wintery herbs. The warmth that spread from the hearth in the living room bled into her bones and warmed her soul. There were carols playing delicately from the radio in the kitchen. Robin had disappeared into her bedroom down the hall, deposited Nancy's bags and returned, stopping through said kitchen, to pick up a bounty of cookies that she offered up.

Nancy took one with a smile. It was such a stark contrast to the chaos of Christmas at her parents'. No overbearing relatives telling her that she looked tired and hadn't done her hair right. No screaming cousins trying to hang off of her arms the moment she appeared. It was peaceful.

Only now, in the lull, did Nancy realise that Robin was wearing the sweater she'd given her for Christmas. It was mostly blue, slightly faded in places, with grey sleeves that frayed at the cuffs and in embroidered lettering across the chest, it read 'I'm a bottomless sea'. She'd found it in a thrift store back in Chicago and immediately imagined Robin wearing it.

Nancy was suddenly overwhelmed by how happy she was to be there.

"Are you sure it's okay with your parents that I'm here?" She asked, worried that she'd disrupt the atmosphere like a hostile species introduced to a thriving ecosystem.

"Let's go ask, Nancy-pants," Robin said through a cheekful of gingerbread. Nancy rolled her eyes at the moniker but followed her as she made off towards the living room.

Robin placed the cookies onto the coffee table and spoke along as she signed to her mother on the couch, "Nancy's here, can she stay the night?"

Mrs Buckley seemed to bolt upright at that and Nancy flinched, preparing to be kicked out. But as she turned and their eyes met, it was clear her worry was for nothing. Mrs Buckley beamed at her with a familiar smile that she'd obviously passed onto her daughter.

Nancy had only been learning sign language for a few months but she had a grasp on the basics. So when Mrs Buckley signed enthusiastically – "Of course! Have you had dinner already?" – Nancy was already bringing up her hands to respond when Robin started to translate.

Nancy felt something flutter in her chest at Robin's surprised, perhaps even impressed, expression.

It was senseless, really; she was sure that she signed like a five-year-old. Robin had no reason to be impressed. Still, though, she felt a blush begin to burn her cheeks.

To Nancy's horror, Mrs Buckley was looking directly at her. A knowing, sly smile encroached on her usually soft, amiable features; she looked downright devious.

This time when Nancy's stomach flipped, she knew it was a concoction made up of embarrassment, nerves and general inner turmoil. She shot a (hopefully subtle) panicked glance at Robin's mother who responded in kind with a subtle wink.

Dear God, I'm screwed, she thought, disastrously aware of her own inability to mask her fast-growing crush. And now said crush's mother was also aware. Fantastic.

She signed an incoherent excuse and all but sprinted to the bathroom to escape the scrutiny of Mrs Buckley's gaze. She pointlessly hoped that the reaction wasn't too transparent. But Robin wasn't a fool. For all the nonsense she rattled out in a day, there was twice as much going on in her mind that was useful. Nancy hoped in vain that the revelation of her feelings were shrouded in the layers of nonsense.

She splashed some cold water on her face and laughed a little hysterically.

She came here to escape the crushing weight of being misunderstood, of being a disappointment, and the claustrophobic press of expectation from her family. Now, here with the Buckleys, she was having a hard time being seen. Ironic, really.

There was a light tap on the door, loud enough to be heard, quiet enough not to startle. Robin's voice came through the door.

"Nance, are you okay?" She sounded worried. Nancy didn't want that.

"I'm fine, Robin-a-Roo," she said with wavering cheer as she unlocked the door, giving Robin a reassuring smile as she came in and closed the door behind her, "it's just weird being home."

Robin just nodded, looking down at her fingers where they fidgeted with the rings there. Nancy fought the urge to take those restless hands into hers.

She was nervous, fidgeting in that way she did when she had pent up feelings that needed to be let out. Robin shifted foot to foot, rhythmically swaying in time with a heartbeat. Nancy grinned and started moving along with her, the monotony peaceful and calming.

After a moment, Robin's eyes lifted up to Nancy's, determined and she spoke a little hurriedly – like she didn't want to not say it – "Why'd you come here, Nance?"

A little taken aback, it took Nancy a moment to realise what she'd been asked. She just blinked, calibrating and considering.

The truth was, the only time she felt relaxed was around Robin. The only time she felt completely herself was existing in the warm glow of Robin's presence. There was nothing she needed to do, nothing she had to explain or justify, she could just be. Any time spent in Robin's company was soothing, she came out of it feeling better, not worse.

That was more than she could say for anyone else in her life.

Mostly, her mother was kind, supportive. But there were times she'd make a needless comment about how skinny she was, or she'd sideways glance at something Nancy had said.

Then there was Steve. Sure, she and Steve were close. She trusted him with her life. But he knew her before. There was still a part of him that thought she might be happy living the small-town life. A part of him that still saw delicate and dainty little Nancy, whether he knew it consciously or not. She could see it, though.

And of course, Eddie was her best friend, her confidant, but he couldn't get it. They were fundamentally different: he followed his heart while she followed her head; he was happy to say a firm "fuck you" to society and live on the outside forever, she was determined to force society into submission until it accepted her, moulded around her. She sometimes felt like he was telling her to give up. Not outright, but it felt that way.

The kids still had a lot to learn. There was a lot they didn't understand just by virtue of their youth. And Nancy would never want to burden them with her own worries.

Robin never let her feel like a burden. She always understood her goals and ambitions. She always reminded her of exactly how much she was capable of. Never put her down or questioned her expertise.

"You get me," Nancy over-simplified, "and I'm happier with you than I am with anyone else."

That seemed to cause some sort of a crisis. Robin suddenly stopped rocking, her fingers stopped fidgeting. Nancy ducked to look her in the eyes, trying to decipher the reaction, and was surprised to find a glint of pride, and a whole lot of happiness bundled into the blue of her eyes.

"I don't have to be 'Nancy', you know?" She tried to explain, but she knew it was an asinine attempt, "I can stop being 'me' for a bit…"

Robin's mouth hung open slightly, toying with a sentence that Nancy could already tell would be rushed and chaotic and jumbled. It made her smile.

Just as Nancy was about to break the silence herself, Robin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her voice still sounded strained when she spoke, though. Like she was fighting something back.

"I feel the same about you," the rasp in her voice was more pronounced than usual.

"Really?"

Robin nodded gently, starting to rock again, "you never tell me to slow down when I talk too fast. You let me go off on pointless tangents and talk about random things I find cool. You've never told me to stop moving around – actually you copy me sometimes, and I love it." Her smile was back, but she couldn't look Nancy in her eyes still. Instead, her gaze darted around the small room, settling on anything but Nancy's face.

"You've never made me feel like I'm too much or too loud or too annoying," Robin admitted, Nancy felt her own breath catch and her ribs constrict, "I can be myself when you're here. I kind of want you around all the time."

"You do?" Nancy asked, sounding a little broken.

Robin nodded again with a private smile. It was unsure and quiet. At that, Nancy knew that she needed to be honest.

With a sudden rush of clarity, bravery and affection, she couldn't hold it in anymore.

"I want to be around you all the time," Nancy confessed breathlessly – even to her own ears it sounded more like a plea than a statement.

Only then did Robin's eyes meet hers. There was a hint of something like hope or nerves or excitement in them. Perhaps all three were swimming around in the glassy blue at once; Robin always had kept her feelings in shallow waters. The smallest ripple or break in the surface tension and all came spilling out of her in a crashing cascade of consciousness.

Right now, she was keeping an awful lot at bay – Nancy could see the strain of it in the curve of her raised shoulders, the way that she was curled in on herself.

Nancy took a step forward, something bold taking her over. She reached out to rest her hands on Robin's, hoping that the tremble in them wasn't too noticeable.

She didn't think too much about how automatically she had pulled their clasped hands up to her lips, kissing Robin's knuckles gently. Nancy's entire being thrummed with anticipation at the shiver Robin was unable to suppress at the contact.

The bathroom suddenly felt very, very small. Too small to contain the unspoken words, the inescapable tension, the feelings that were building up to a fever pitch. Nancy felt the pressure of it all squeezing the air from her lungs until she could only draw ragged breaths.

She'd been circling her feelings for Robin for months, only able to keep her distance this long with conscious and continuous effort. The moment her concentration had slipped, her brain had been sucked into the whirlpool that was her obsession with Robin Buckley. Now that she'd gotten this far, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to pull away again.

They drifted closer still. Nancy's hands had found their way to Robin's waist now, holding on to her belt loops and pulling her ever closer. She struggled to keep her eyes from honing in on Robin's full lips. Their height difference made that hard; they were directly at eye level, and so she got a front row seat to her tongue darting quickly across her bottom lip.

Nancy was hopelessly staring now.

Just barely registering that Robin's hands were shaking, Nancy could feel them slide up her shoulders and settle at the base of her skull. Leaving trails of goosebumps behind with the touch. She fought a shiver. Her entire body pulsed with energy.

She slowly, deliberately pulled herself to her full height and rolled up onto her tiptoes. The distance between them was negligible now, but Nancy kept it there for the moment. Instead of pulling them together completely, she moved her grip, balling her fists into Robin's sweater. The sweater Nancy had gotten for her.

It matched Robin's eyes almost perfectly.

In a broken whisper, Nancy confessed, "I would really like to kiss you."

The words tore a half panicked laugh out of Robin's throat. Nancy almost laughed too, at the look of irritation on her companion's face, like she was inwardly cursing herself.

"Sorry about that," Robin said once she'd gathered herself, and then made an over-serious, sobered face, "I think you deserve to have everything you want, Nancy Wheeler."

A grin broke across her face as she watched Robin's head bob up and down, like that was an absolute. Like it was obvious and unquestionable. Something joyous bubbled in her gut.

Finally – finally – she used her grip on Robin's clothes to pull her down to swallow up the last little bit of distance between them.

When their lips met, Nancy's mind exploded with light and colour and vibrance. Robin's mouth was warm and soft and inviting and so Nancy pushed further up into the kiss, all but begging for more.

Robin seemed happy to oblige, and while keeping one hand curling into Nancy's hair, she wound one arm around her waist, hoisting her up a little more. Nancy thanked her with a whimper that escaped without her permission.

A whimper that descended into an all-out moan when Robin's tongue grazed her top lip. Nancy couldn't be more enthusiastic in opening her mouth to deepen the kiss. The hands that were holding tightly at Robin's chest loosened and found their way up to her shoulders instead, wrapping around them to pull her closer.

Nancy was very aware that she'd need to come up for air soon but by-and-by thought that this would not be a bad way to go: suffocating with Robin's lips on hers, arms strong and desperate and needy wrapped around her.

All good things, though…

When they parted, they were both breathless and hazy, foreheads pressed together still. Neither wanted to separate from the other completely. So they panted and grinned and blinked away the daze, sharing their space, their air and their stability.

Robin managed to speak first, of course, "I'm so glad that that's what you wanted."

Nancy giggled airily, her brain was still a little mushy, "'want'," she corrected, "present continuous."

"Ugh, you nerd," Robin chastised before swooping down to catch their lips into another blistering kiss.

Nancy tightened her arms, still slung around the taller girl's neck to pull them closer but moved to part them again. They remained in each other's space, breathing the same air.

"We should go back out before your parents notice we've been gone," Nancy reasoned.

Robin whined in a way that Nancy shouldn't have found attractive, "but they'll be all annoying until we tell them what's going on."

It made her smile. The fear from earlier forgotten, "let's just go tell them then, your mom already knows about my embarrassingly huge crush on you."

"She does?" Robin seemed genuinely shocked. And then her features softened into something teasing, "I can't believe you have a crush on me, that's so weird."

"I know, right?" She laughed, placing one last chaste peck on Robin's lips and pulling away.

"Wait, just so I'm clear: you have a crush on me?" Robin's voice was a little shrill.

"That's probably understating things," Nancy said while she fixed her hair in the mirror and then spun to face Robin again, "I'm pretty sure you're my favourite person on the planet."

The little "oh," sound that Robin choked out was unbearably cute, and so Nancy felt the need to hold her face in her hands.

"Are you okay?" She asked delicately.

Robin's eyes were watery, moments from spilling over, but she kept her eyes on Nancy's. Gentle and loving and awed.

"Hell yeah, Hot Wheels," she replied softly and Nancy's answering giggle was a bit watery too.

#stranger things #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance fic #fanfic #stranger things fic #ao3 down #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #roo writes

[alovesongshewrote]

D.A.R.E | Reader x Being an Agent of Chaos

Plot:  Y'know that little box of drugs that Eddie carries around with him? Yeah, after the whole "accused of murder" debacle, you take issue with him keeping that on his person at all times. Naturally, you steal the box with a little bit of help. [Gender Neutral!Reader x Eddie, Steve, and Robin, kind of. Also, hints of Ronance and Steddie.]

Word count:  4,016

Warnings:  drug mention

Disclaimer: Fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: here's somethin fluffy to fix that damage that volume two will inevitably do to my brain. takes place post volume two, and in a matter of hours, it'll act as a fix it fic. fun fact, this whole thing could be read as platonic, so yeet!

Eddie’s van was a teensy bit warm for your taste. What was hotter, though, was the conflict between you and Hawkins High’s resident dealer.  

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie, you can’t carry a box of drugs around a high school! That’s- that’s insane, you’re gonna get arrested!” You throw your hands in the air, glaring at your long-haired companion. Your long-haired, beautiful, insufferable companion, who refused to listen to your advice on how not to get caught dealing drugs. 

“Yeahhh, they tried to arrest me once, sweetheart. It didn’t stick.”

“Yeah, but you weren’t actually a murderer,” you lowered your voice and continued, “You are a dealer, though. And like, we just got your name cleared! I don’t want you to go to prison now.”

He puts a hand on your head and pushes you away, affectionately, “Y’know, you’re cute when you worry, (L/N).”

“I am not cute!! I’m concerned that you’re gonna get arrested!”

“You can be both.”

“Fine,” you glared, “I’m both, now can you please leave your toolbox of broken laws in your van?”

His eyes scanned your face, pausing for a moment just to stare at your lips. You thought, for a moment, that maybe, possibly, he’d actually take you seriously and leave the box in the van. Your certainty wavered, however, as he leaned in until his nose was only an inch from yours. A smile crossed his face, reaching his eyes. You were so distracted that you almost didn’t notice when he said, with a voice as sweet as honey, “No.”

He laughed, pulling away from you while you huffed, frustrated with his antics. Fortunately, you managed to keep yourself a step ahead of him. While Eddie was distracted by his apparent victory, you grabbed the little black box from his side and threw open the passenger’s side door and began a mad dash down the street, just as you had planned.

“Hey, wait-!” he called after you, “Shit, shit, shit, shit, son of a BITCH-!”

You cackled at the sound of his complaints, taking a hard left into someone’s yard. You threw yourself over a few fences, jumped over a few flower beds, and nearly tripped on a lawn chair before you ran out onto the road again. You almost took a break to catch your breath when you saw the familiar shape of Eddie’s van turning the corner.

With a curse, you took off again, sprinting down roads and around corners. It was kind of a miracle that the box never fell from your grasp in all that time- you weren’t about to complain about that, though. Instead, you just kept on going until the video store came into your sights.

Behind you, the van rolled to a stop and the driver’s side door flew open. Eddie leapt out of the van, leaving the keys in the ignition and almost eating shit in his haste to catch up to you.  

“GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!” He screamed at the top of his lungs, probably irritating some of the neighbours. You didn’t stop, though- you didn’t even bother to look back. You could practically feel Eddie’s breath on the back of your neck. It was a little intimidating, but it sparked the adrenaline rush necessary to propel you forward and through the door of Family Video.

“ROBIN! ROBINROBINROBINROBINROBIN-” you yelled, giving your dear friend a heads up as you threw yourself over the counter, knocking a stack of videos over before you rolled to a stop behind her.

“My pile-!  Not this shit again,” Robin mourned. You were midway through an apology when the doors flew open, efficiently cutting you off.

“I FUCKING GOT YOU, YOU DICK!” 

You scrambled back, screaming as Eddie advanced on the counter, slamming his hands down on it.

“Eddie? What are you-”

“(Y/N) STOLE MY FUCKING DRUGS, ROBIN!”

Robin looked between you and the dealer a few times before her gaze settled on you, “Wait, you actually did it? I thought you were bluffing, dude, that’s so metal-”

“It’s NOT metal, it’s a DICK MOVE!”

“IT’S NOT A DICK MOVE, IT’S MAKING SURE YOU DON’T GET ARRESTED FOR HAVING DRUGS AT A HIGH SCHOOL!”

You and Eddie turned to Robin, silently asking for her opinion as an unbiased third party. Once again, she looked between the two of you, though this time, her gaze focused on Eddie.

“They’ve got a point,” she said, with an apologetic shrug.  

Eddie dramatically collapsed against the counter with a loud groan. As he did, Steve burst in from the back, wielding a video tape just as dramatically, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE!?”

“(Y/N) stole my drugs.” “(Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs.” “I stole Eddie’s drugs.”

Steve stared blankly at the three of you, trying to process the information that had been unloaded on him all at once. Slowly, he lowered the videotape he’d been using as a weapon, “(Y/N), you did what?”

Your voice lowered to a murmur as you hid your face behind the box that had started all of this, “I, um… I stole Eddie’s box of drugs.”

Steve sighed like a disappointed mother and leaned on the counter, covering his eyes with one of his hands, “Whyyyy. Why would you do that? And why would you come in here with the drugs?”

“I- Look, I just didn’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

The former jock paused, pondering what you’d said for a few minutes. Eventually, though, he shook his head and turned back to you, “(Y/N), give Eddie his drugs back.”

“Thank you, Harrington,” Eddie bowed, hitting the counter again as he did. He turned to you, then, with an arm outstretched expectantly, “(Y/N), sweetheart, I think you have something that belongs to me.”

From your spot on the floor, you looked up at the faces of your friends. Steve’s arms were crossed, and Eddie’s hand was open. Robin, however, had a certain funny look on her face- and if you were correct, you were pretty sure she sent you a wink.

You took a deep breath and leaned forward as if you were about to pass the box to Eddie. At the last minute, you turned and threw it to Robin, the ultimate partner in crime. The second the box was safe in her hands, she ran, sprinting past Eddie and out the door.

The boys were shocked, but only for a moment. Steve groaned, and Eddie yelled out a string of expletives before he, too, ran out the door, calling for Robin to stop. Robin did not stop. Robin, beloved.

You remained on the floor, laughing as you watched your friends run down the street. You pulled yourself up and made your way towards the door, but an arm around your waist stopped you.

“Hang on! You aren’t leaving,” Steve said, pulling you closer to him, “I’ve got a store to take care of and I’m not doing it alone.”

He let go of you and made his way behind the counter, where he began picking up the tapes you’d knocked over on your way in. You sighed and took a few steps back before leaning on the counter and watching as Steve worked.

“So, why do you care so much about the drugs? I didn’t take you as an anti-drug type,” Steve said, examining the back of a tape.

“I don’t care about the drugs themselves. I meant what I said, I don’t want him to get arrested.”

He sighed, “I get it, it’s, it’s freaky, but y’know, I don’t think you have to worry about him so much.”

He looked up at you with a reassuring smile, which you returned. It was sweet of him to try and comfort you- really, it was. Alas, you wouldn’t give up so easily. 

You threw yourself over the counter again and knelt beside Steve, helping him to pick up the videotapes. After a few moments, you tapped Steve on the shoulder. When he looked at you, you leaned in close, until you could feel his breath on your lips. Then, you made your move.

“He stores his weed where Dustin could get it.”

“What!?” A million expressions passed through Steve’s eyes. He pulled away from you for a second, shaking his head, “That- that’s fine. If Dustin wants to- I mean, Dustin wouldn’t, he’s too smart, he-”

You watched as Steve debated with himself, cracking like a damn egg, just as you’d planned. It didn’t take long for him to spring up and leap over the counter himself before running for the door.

“Come on, let’s go get those drugs.”

A smile broke across your face as you followed him. He flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” and locked the door behind you before grabbing your hand, and running to his car.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, “I left my keys inside.”

You paused for a second, looking between the video store and Eddie’s van, which was parked seconds away.

“Come on, I have an idea.”

-

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Robin was still running, Eddie’s black box of drugs still clutched to her chest. He was closing in behind her, screaming obscenities that she honestly couldn’t really make out over all the running she was doing.

Just as Robin was starting to wonder how much farther she could go, she saw a familiar house on the horizon. She managed to pick up the pace, screaming as she sprinted down the street. Eddie didn’t really know what to make of that, but he didn’t stop running either. He also didn’t stop screaming, so to any outsiders, the whole thing looked really weird.  

Luckily, neither of them cared, and soon, Robin Buckley was at the doorstep of the Wheeler household. 

“NANCY!” she yelled, pounding on the door with fevor, “NANCY!? MIKE? ANYONE? LET ME IN, PLEASE!”

Of course, it was Ted Wheeler who opened the door. Robin began to introduce herself, and ask permission to come in, as any proper young lady would. Then she saw Eddie out of the corner of her eye, sprinting at her like a wild animal. A metal one. A metal wild animal. 

After she saw that, she ducked under Ted’s arm and ran into the house and up the stairs without asking. Ted had no real response to this. He just left the door standing open, and wandered back to his seat in front of the TV, muttering something about “kids these days” under his breath.

In Ted’s absence, Eddie was able to slip into the house and begin his search for his black box of sin. He searched the kitchen and found nothing, and when he peered into the basement, a horde of teenage boys (and also, Max and El) yelled at him. That left one place to look- upstairs.

Up said stairs, Robin was frantically trying to explain the whole stolen drug situation to Nancy, who kind of got it, but kind of didn’t.

“Wait, so (Y/N) stole Eddie’s drugs, ran to the video store, and threw the drugs at you?”

“Yes!”

“And then you ran here, with the drugs?”

“Yes! Yes, I ran here with the drugs, and now you have to help me hide them!”

“Okay,” Nancy nodded, “But why?”

“Because we don’t want Eddie to get arrested!”

And as if Robin had spoken of the devil, the devil appeared. Kind of. Eddie sort of overshot Nancy’s room and stumbled past the doorway, screaming still about the drugs. It scared the shit out of Robin and Nancy, but it also gave them a chance to spring up, slam the door shut, and lock it behind them.  

For a second, Robin and Nancy leaned against the door, their fingers touching where they lay on the wood behind them. The box of drugs sat in front of them, on the bed. Just as Eddie began to pound on the door, a plan formed in Nancy’s brilliant mind.

“This way,” she grabbed Robin’s hand in one of hers and took the box in the other, “Out the window!”

-

While Robin and Nancy were getting ready for a window jumping adventure, you and Steve were pulling up in front of the Wheeler house in Eddie’s van. After the drug box, you kind of just got used to stealing Eddie’s shit.

Just as you and Steve were preparing to hop out, the back door opened and Dustin Henderson entered the fic.

“Henderson!? What are you doing-”

“Steve? Why are you in Eddie’s van? And why is (Y/N) here?”

“For reasons,” Steve said, turning to watch as Dustin began to move shit around in the back, “What- what are you doing?”

“The last time Eddie gave me a ride I left a book back here. Now, what exactly are your reasons for having Eddie’s van?”

You took over the explanations, “Basically, I stole that little box that Eddie carries around with him because I-” you cut yourself off, “I… needed it.”

“Why did you need a box full of drugs?” Dustin asked, checking under something that you couldn’t see.

You were a little stunned by that, but of course, that was nothing compared to Steve.

“HAS HE TRIED TO SELL YOU DRUGS?”

“No,” Dustin shook out a shirt, still searching for his book, “But I’m not an idiot. Hey, speaking of idiots, is Robin coming out of Nancy’s window?”

Robin was, in fact, coming out of Nancy’s window, and she was quickly followed by Nancy herself. Seeing this, you leaned out the window and waved your arms.

“Guys!! Guys, c’mere, let’s go!”

Hand in hand, Robin and Nancy sprinted for the van. Robin leapt into the back, almost crashing into Dustin, and Nancy got in rather calmly for someone being chased. As she shut the door behind her, Nancy could see Eddie, standing at the door, watching them.

“Drive!” she screamed, and Steve did exactly as she asked. Nancy, Robin, and Dustin were thrown around the back as the van accelerated forward and down the street, away from poor sweet Eddie.

As the van disappeared into the distance, Eddie let out a string of curses as he flopped against the door. He had lost the battle, at least for now, but he was determined to win the war. After a moment of rest, he got up and walked back into the house, heading down the stairs and into the basement.

“Alright, nerds. Who wants secret knowledge about the next campaign?”

The horde of basement teens slowly raised their hands.

-

The van finally slowed to a stop in front of your house. Once it was parked, Steve collapsed against the steering wheel with a heavy sigh.

“So, care to explain?” Dustin asked from the backseat. The book he had been looking for was held safely against his chest, and he had you all fixed with a judgemental glare.

“Look,” you said, turning around to face him, “Eddie brings that box wherever he goes, right? Right. So I’m trying to keep it away from him until he at least agrees not to bring it into the school.”

“Ok, but why?”

“Because I don’t want him to get arrested! I like him exactly the way he is, y’know, out of prison, and I’d like to keep him that way.”

“Heh, it almost sounds like you’re into him,” Dustin laughs before he slides open the door and hops out of the van.

“I do not!” you yell after him, “If I’m into him, so is everyone else in this van!” 

You turn to the van’s other passengers, “None of us want Eddie to get arrested, right?”

“Nope!” “No.” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Exactly! And none of us are into him, right?”

The van fell silent. Robin stared right into your soul while Nancy stared into Steve’s. Steve himself was looking at the roof and biting his lip, clearly deep in thought.

“Ok, we’ll- we’ll come back to that later. Right now, we have to hide the drugs!”

“Yep!” Steve yelled, jumping out of the van as if it was on fire. Nancy and Robin yepped their agreements and jumped out of the van as well. You were the last to leave, and as you did, Mike Wheeler nearly rammed his bike into your leg.

“JESUS CHRIST!” you screamed, falling back into the van in surprise.

“Mike! What the hell!” Nancy grabbed her brother, keeping him from falling into you.

“You guys have to come quick!” he yelled, not providing a further explanation, “Just come on, come quick! It’s an emergency!”

Your small gang shared a look before they slowly got back into the car and followed behind Mike and his small gang as they biked ahead of you. It must’ve looked like one of Hawkins’s weirdest convoys, but to be fair, the town had seen stranger things in the past few years.

“Y’know, we should be careful,” Robin said, the box of drugs now in her lap, “This could be a trap.”

“I wouldn’t put it past my brother.”

“I hate that you’re right,” you hummed, looking out the window, “But I mean, if it is a real emergency, we should probably check out whatever it is, right?”

“Right,” Steve answered, “Right, I mean, we’re the babysitters, it’s our job to look out for those little shits.”

“I resent that,” Dustin pointedly flipped a page in his book.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence.  

-

As the sun began to set, the kids pulled up outside of Hawkins High. Steve put the van in park, and the four of you cautiously piled out and into the parking lot. Dustin was an exception to this as he jumped out like absolutely nothing was wrong.

You, Steve, Nancy, and Robin remained vigilant as you spread out. Your eyes were wide, searching everywhere for the so-called emergency. As the sky turned red, you found it.  

Eddie emerged from behind another car, an evil smile on his face as he turned to Robin, “I’ll take my box back, please.”

Robin took a step back, and in return, the mob of teenagers took a step towards her. Eddie had clearly found himself an army.  

Just as they began to surround Robin, she panicked and threw the box to Steve. For a moment, you thought he’d give up the box, but he pulled through, tossing it to Nancy and gently grabbing onto Mike and Lucas so that they couldn’t even try to mob Nancy.  

Alas, it was Max he should’ve been looking out for. With a battle cry, the tiny angry red-head advanced, spooking Nancy into throwing the box back to you.

For a moment, the world was silent. Your eyes met Eddie’s, and there was nothing but pure delight on his face. The cycle was back at its true beginning, and now you had a choice. Surrender, or keep running.

Surrender, and betray your cause, or make every sacrifice worth it, and run.

It was an easy choice to make.

You turned around, and you ran. 

You sprinted up the street, moving faster than you had all day. The world seemed to move in slow motion as you sped past houses and cars, street lamps and stop signs. The sun met the horizon. Red painted your body as you advanced, sprinting to a final destination.

You heard your name behind you, called out by a familiar voice- by several familiar voices. One stood out against the rest, though, and shortly, Robin came to run at your side.

“I hate you for making me run today!” she yelled, taking your hand and pulling you into an even faster speed.

You ran together, speeding through an oncoming night. You could hear bikes behind you- bikes and a van, but you paid it no mind.  

Your lungs ached, the air burning them from the inside out. Your limbs cried out in exhaustion, screaming for some respite from today’s exertion. Sweat gathered, streaming down your forehead. Your breath came hard and fast, and you felt like you would drop dead to the earth at any second.

But then, your goal came into view.

You were now pulling Robin along as you ran up to Steve’s house. You threw the gate open and darted into the backyard, Robin’s hand still held tightly in yours. You moved to stand in front of the pool, with the black box held out over the water.

Shortly afterwards, you heard the van pull up, tires grinding against hot pavement. For a moment, you hoped it was Steve and Nancy, and maybe Dustin. Alas, you were not so lucky.

“So, here we are!” Eddie said, throwing his arms open, “There’s nowhere for you to run, baby! So! Can I have my drugs back, please?”

He took a step towards you, but you moved towards the pool, pulling Robin’s hand to your chest absentmindedly as you did.

“Don’t come any closer, Munson,” you panted. You were entirely out of breath, but the smile on your face did all the talking for you.

It was then that Eddie noticed the black box in your hand, suspended over the calm waters of Steve’s pool.

“You wouldn’t-”

“I would! I’m crazy! I’ll do anything, ask Robin!”

“They’ll do it!” Robin nodded, “They’re crazy! Mental, even!”

Eddie looked between the two of you for a moment before making the executive decision to take another step. You let the box slip slightly from your hold, not quite dropping it, but getting scarily close. Eddie put his hands up and immediately took that step back.

“Alright!” he exclaimed, “Alright, alright. Tell me what you want.”

“What I want?”

“What are your demands? How am I gonna get those back?”

You took a deep breath and let go of Robin’s hand, “I’ll tell you how you’re gonna get those back, you’re gonna stop carrying it with you everywhere.  Eddie, you’re gonna get arrestED-!”

You were cut off as an invisible force ripped the box from your hand and shoved you off the deck and into the water. While you’d been focusing on Eddie, the kids had arrived on their bikes, and behind them, Steve and Nancy. 

Eleven’s hand was outstretched, keeping the box suspended over the pool. 

A wave of reactions spilled out over the group. The kids cheered, Nancy and Robin gasped, and Steve called out your name. Eddie remained quiet as he ran to the side of the pool, standing next to Robin as they watched you pull your head above the surface.

A laugh slipped from Eddie’s mouth as he knelt by the edge, “See, that’s why you shouldn’t steal from me.”

“Why?” you asked, as you began to tread water, “Because of your child army?”

“Because of my child army!” he nodded and extended a hand to you.  

That was his final mistake.

You reached for his hand and, as everyone predicted, you pulled him into the pool with you.  

“You little shit!” he laughed, as he splashed water in your general direction.

The reactions of the group were now reversed. Nancy, Steve, and Robin cackled while the kids yelled out battle cries, jumping into the water after their leader. The second they were in, you got hella splashed.

Steve and Nancy followed them soon after, with Steve straight up throwing Nancy into the water. Robin was the last to join as there was a little something she had to take care of first.

The child army and your small gang basically spent the night underwater. Most of Steve’s towels were sacrificed to your now very wet group. It was a very enjoyable night, overall, though, at the end of it, there was one thing that was just a teensy tiny little bit off.

“Hey, (Y/N)? Did you see where my box ended up?”

You didn’t have an answer to that. After all, you weren’t the one that hid it. While you, Eddie, and everyone else partook in a small search, Robin smiled, content with the knowledge that the drugs were safely hidden exactly where you would find them.

#x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin buckley x reader #it's funny to me that he's saying 'there is no shame in running' in the gif here #because 90% of this fic is you running #fluff #crack #crack treated seriously

[johnnyslittlemonster]

rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I was tagged by @rindecision 😁

(Explicit) Sunshine Of My Lifetime - Harringgrove

“What’s got your panties in a twist, Harrington?”

(Mature) Just A Full Tank Away From Freedome - GreatWise

“Are you sure you don’t want to come stay with me? I mean, my apartment is about as big as a shoe box, but we could make it work.” Jonathan offered.

(Explicit) A Valentine's Day Ronance - Robin/Nancy

“You’ve been so good for me, love.” Nancy praised before attaching her lips to Robin’s neck again.

(Teen) I'll be your king and your queen, whatever you want me to be - GreatWise

The interviewer, Katie, looked all too happy with the things she had written down on her page.

(G) And you can't touch my brother, And you can't keep my friends - Steve & Gareth, Steddie

“Okay Munson, what's the deal?” Gareth asked with a raised eyebrow.

(G) And in the end I'll do it all again. I think you're my best friend. Don't you know that the kids aren't al-, kids aren't alright? - Dustin & Eddie

“What’s wrong?” Eddie asked as he pulled into the driveway of the Henderson house.

(Explicit) Church - Argyle/Jonathan

The only thing Jonathan could think of was the beauty of the man between his knees.

(Teen) Time After Time - Robin/Nancy

“Nance?” Robin’s voice sounded wobbly and distraught; Nancy’s heckles raised instantly.

(Explicit) I don't know where you're going, but do you got room for one more troubled soul? - Steddie

“Come on Dingus, it’s only for a few weeks! He just- Wayne works like three time as much as us and he’s worried about Eddie being alone for all of that time.”

(Teen) Stand up fucking tall, Don’t let them see your back, And take my fucking hand, And never be afraid again. - Robin & Billy

Something caught Billy’s attention out of the corner of his eye as he walked around the bar, doing a general once over for any potential drunk problems.

Pretend I'm cool enough to have people to tag here (spoiler alert, I'm not)

#stranger things #greatwise #fanfiction #fanfiction writer #fanfic #steddie #ronance #harringgrove #jargyle #ao3 #archive of our own #will byers #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy harringrove

[disastardly]

For WIP Wednesday, I would like sentences from "Til I Lose My Breath" because the title is awesome.

The most recent addition to my "I heard a song and found a fic nugget" pile, and my first stab at non-background Ronance. Go give girl in red's "i wanna be your girlfriend" a listen if you want to hear the inspiration for this one.

As usual, I went a little overboard with this one, but the snippet's after the cut!

The nanosecond her brain caught up with her body, Robin’s eyes shot straight open, hands flying away from the other girl’s face like they were rocket propelled, like those stupid bottle rockets Steve and Eddie liked to shoot at each other were suddenly strapped to her wrists and she was scrambling back, fancy frilly duvet bunching all up underneath her, pretty and pink and not nearly as pretty or heartbreaking as the confused knit of the other girl’s brows across from her. “Oh my god, Nance, I’m– I’m– holy shit. Holyshitholyshitholyshit.” Her heart was hammering out the 1812 Overture and they were at the part with the cannons, full-on cast iron cannonballs bouncing off her ribs, cracking and crumbling until she was folded in half, gasping for breath, one hand in her hair and the other white-knuckling those ruffles as the world spun out of control around her. She couldn’t– she shouldn’t– This wasn’t how this went. “I’m sorry,” she croaked, throat dry because all the liquids in her body had migrated north, filling her eyes with burning, awful, terrible tears. She didn’t mean to ruin everything but here she was, the full-on fuck-up her mom thought she was, and now she was gonna lose Nancy, sweet, steely, compassionate Nancy Wheeler. Her best friend’s ex, to boot, totally not cool. Just another checkmark on the long list of ways that Robin Buckley was a lost cause, through and through. She licked her lips and they still tasted like Nancy’s sugary gloss - a new habit from her Emerson friends - and that only wracked her chest harder with something half-mutated between a laugh and a sob, and she knew it was distinctly unattractive but Nancy wasn’t moving, so she was probably as freaked as she was gonna get and– “Robin?” So soft, sotto voce incarnate, that Robin maybe thought it was just an auditory hallucination - Russian drugs and torture had to catch up with her at some point, right? And if not that, all the Upside-Down air and water and grime, all up in her blood, her bones, her brain forever, a taint that would follow her, follow them all– “Robin.” Persistent, these hallucinations, firmer this time. Firm like… like the hand on her own? Delicate, soft, cool, real. Real. Nancy’s very real hand. Oh god.

#writeblr #my writing #fanfiction #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things fanfic #stranger things

[overthinksinbisexual]

It's Tactless, It's A Test

Word Count: 823

a/n: Yes that is a Maya Hawke lyric for the title, so what? Anyway, this is my first ever Ronance fic so I hope I did them justice! Just let me know if you want to be tagged in any future things similar to this

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“You’ve caught me at a really bad time.”

Nancy winces, watching as Robin attempts to untangle herself from what appears to be four separate phone cords which have somehow gotten wrapped around her torso and various appendages.

“Uh… It certainly looks like it,” she comments. “How did you even end up in this situation?”

Robin chuckles nervously, the look on her face telling Nancy that she’s not going to like the explanation that’s about to come out of her mouth. She’s grown accustomed to Robin’s clumsy antics through the few months that they’ve now been friends for, and she shouldn’t have been so surprised to find Robin in such a ridiculous position when she came down to the video store to spend the afternoon hanging out.

“Um, well,” Robin begins sheepishly, “one of the phones started ringing so I picked it up but then the next minute another one rang as well, so I put the first customer on hold and picked up that one, because, you know, customer service and potential customers and then I swear I was just finishing with that one when the next one rang and well…” She shrugs and gestures down at herself and the absolute entanglement that she is currently in. She grins, shrugging remorsefully.

Nancy sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“And where was Steve while you were running around and tying yourself in knots like an idiot?” she questions tiredly.

“Oh he’s on break,” Robin says innocently. “Guess it’s up to you to save me from the very dangerous mess that I’m in here, Nance,” she dramatically declares, grinning and batting her eyelashes like a moron.

Nancy rolls her eyes, giggling at her antics. 

“Alright drama queen,” she says. “If I really do have to.”

Robin presses a hand to her chest and feigns dramatic offence. Nancy gives her a look, walking around the side of the front desk to where Robin is standing, taking stock of the damage.

“What happened to all the callers?” she asks.

“Oh, they probably all hung up on me ages ago,” Robin says.

“How long have you been standing here?” Nancy asks incredulously.

“Uhhh… half an hour, give or take?” Robin admits, wincing.

Nancy sighs deeply. This girl.

She gets to work systematically detangling the cords from Robin’s body, after prohibiting her from trying to help since all of her efforts just seem to make the situation twice as bad.

She steps up into Robin’s space to pull one of the cables over her head, fingers brushing the skin of her neck. Her heart stutters when she realises how close they’re standing, tilting her head up a little to look at Robin properly.

Robin takes a deep breath and reaches out, fingers brushing the inside of Nancy’s wrist and moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. All the air leaves Nancy’s lungs in a quiet rush and she finds herself swaying slightly forward towards the heat she can feel radiating off Robin, eyes flicking unconsciously down towards her mouth. Her eyes slide closed and she’s milimetres away from closing the gap between them and doing something reckless like kissing Robin the way she’s wanted to from the moment they met when a voice rings out harsh and loud through the store, startling them both and rudely shattering the moment.

“Hey Robin, have you seen this new order we got the other day? They’ve got Top Gun in here!” Steve calls, poking his head around the corner and looking confusedly from Nancy to Robin, both blushing and still standing closer than would be considered platonically acceptable. “Oh!” he says, oblivious to what had been about to happen between the two of them only seconds before. “I didn’t know you were gonna be stopping by this afternoon, Nance.”

“Uh, yeah,” Nancy says, trying to clear her head. “I just came down to say hi and found Robin here like this,” she says, pointing at the still half-tangled mess that is Robin.

Steve rolls his eyes, trudging over to help, and together they manage to completely free Robin from her phone cord-induced prison, this time without any almost-kisses.

Nancy’s head is still spinning. She hadn’t even realised that she felt that way about Robin. Surely it was just a fluke? But no, she had definitely wanted to kiss the other girl. She looks over at Robin, who shoots her an uncertain smile.

“Um,” she says awkwardly, “I should probably get going. Uh, Robin, you should call me later. We should, um, talk.” It comes out slightly strangled, but she hopes that Robin gets what she’s trying to say.

She exits the shop quickly, hearing the bell jingle on the way out.

“What was that?” she heard Steve ask, bewildered, just before the door closed behind her.

“I don’t know,” Robin replied, watching Nancy walk back away up the street. “But I think it might have been something.”

#my writing #st #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #nancy x robin #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #pretty happy with this one actually

[fluffansmut-old]

They seem a bit... queer?

A/N So I´m begining this new year by starting a 10 chapter long series, It´s centered around the fruity four, mostly Ronance and Steddie, but you know they´re room-mates and may like platonically kiss each other on the forehead and so on. (This fact also makes their relationship constellation harder for people to figure out, which is funny.  I would like to describe the series as “what if the fruity four starred in a late 80´s sitcom?”

The plan it’s a weekly upload schedule, I´m thinking fridays. In between I will of course keep up my reader-insert fics, and the requests I get. (Send me some!!)

The short fic below is a small (the actually chapters will be longer, and more like a proper fic) teaser, and like an introduction to the series.  

Summary: Gossip travels fast back home, and new neighbours notice more than one would think. 

Content warnings: Gossip, time-typical homophobia. usage of slur for lesbian.

The series will be posted on Ao3 aswell 

Masterlist of all my work - masterlist of the series

Have you heard?

The gossipers of Hawkins had a field day as the rumors of the four former residents spread through town like wildfire. 

“Have you seen Nancy Wheeler since graduation?” 

“Not really, why?”

”my cousin’s boyfriend saw her the other day and apparently she’s a dyke now. He apparently saw her kissing with some girl, he couldn’t really see who though.” 

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“My daughter is in the same grade as the middle wheeler kid and she said that she heard that Nancy apparently got back together with the Harrington boy, and they’re apparently serious, like they live together-serious”

“But doesn’t he date that blonde girl? Like have you seen them separately since like 85?”

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“ Maisy Ferell told me that she hear from her sister that works with Mrs. Buckley, that her daughter shares an apartment with some other kids now in Boston, and apparently one of em is that Munson boy.” 

“The murderer? Are you serious?” 

“To be fair, he never was convicted, but I get where you're coming from.”

“He doesn’t deserve fairness. She’s not dating him, do you think?” 

“Not sure, I mean I wouldn’t put it past her… she were always a disappointment to them, that child.” 

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In Boston where indeed the quadruple was sharing a flat, the rumors weren’t as wild, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t beginning to spark. 

“Have you met the new neighbours yet? The ones that just moved in on the third floor?” 

“Yeah, I ran into the couple, they seemed really nice.” 

“Nice? Then I don’t think we´re thinking of the same neighbours, the seemed odd to me.”

“I’m talking about that couple from Indiana, the woman who just enrolled at Emersons and her boyfriend, the one who I caught checking out his own hair in the elevator mirror. The ones that had friends with them when they moved in, that girl who you could hear all through the stairwell because she never shut her mouth, and that lanky boy who were in desperate need of a haircut”

“Oh you don’t know … well honey, I believe they all live there together.”

“Wait, what are you saying?”

“Yeah you heard correctly, and that boyfriend.. I'm pretty sure I just saw him peck the long haired, lanky boy ON THE LIPS before they shut the door and he left.” 

“Are you sure that you just didn’t see wrong honey?” 

“Nah, I am not sure about them… They seem a bit queer to me.”

Truth to be told they were queer, all in their own way. Not that that gave their new neighbours any right to gossip about them.

 The young adults in the apartment two stairs up share everything from clothes and morning coffee to intimacy and trauma together, and not a single soul would ever understand all of it, even if they tried. So that people talked didn't bother them too much. 

In reality it was quite fun, watching them trying to figure out what was right. 

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Residence 

Nancy Wheeler, 

age 19

Occupation:

Enrolled student at Emerson Collage

Relationship status:

 partner - Robin Buckley.

Steve Harrington, 

Age 20

Occupation: sales associate at the book bin.

Relationship status: 

partner- Edward Munson

Robin Buckley

Age 19

Occupation: sales associate at the book bin.

Relationship status: 

partner - Nancy Wheeler.

Edward Eddie Munson

Age 21 

Occupation: 

Struggling Musician 

Relationship status: 

Partner - Steve Harrington.

#stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #Nancy Wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #steve harrington #steddie #fruity four #fanfiction

[dufrau]

Your fics are so frickin' Rich, dude.

They have such specific, strong, immersive Moods to them - when I think back about your fics, they feel almost dreamy to me, and they each have these really particular emotional vibes that come through so clearly and really stick with you!

And not ever in any kind of 'one note' way - there's so much texture and nuance and complexity conveyed through your descriptions of setting and actions, through the way you play with sentence structure and repetition, through banter and through the things the characters talk around instead of saying out loud, through the way you weave humor and tragedy together in a way that strengthens both. You are so so good and establishing tone, but then being able to sort of flip it and play around with it in fun/surprising/painful ways. It is very impressive and very fun to read.

Also, your character voices are fucking spot on and always a goddamn delight.

🥹🥹🥹

this is so nice man 😭

for real though the thing that made me write the first ronance thing I wrote was like... i wanted a fic that FELT a certain way. there were definitely plenty of ronance fics already and some really good ones too but i was like... i need this particular vibe??? and thats sort of been the driving force except when i get caught up in something and sometimes other things take over. like obviously TLOU was kind of plotty (robin TLOU is very plotty too so far) and Bigfoot has become very character focused and the Halloween Fair is mayhem, but besides that I'm mostly just chasing a vibe in everything i think?

The biggest challenge in this robin POV right now is there's pretty much no dialogue for most of it and i feel like a lot of my Robin characterization comes via dialogue so Im like... I need to figure out where I can fit some internal monologue digressions in the middle of all of this awful trauma lol.

thank you so much <3<3<3

#asks #smirkfortyvibes #you can tell im getting into the groove with this story because suddenly i cant stop talking about it #its going to need so much editing #but i think next week at some point it will be done #writing asks

[allyricas]

 📌 before you follow me, know that i'm a multi-shipper which means:

while I primarily post and make content about steddie, i also enjoy lots of other pairings. ronance, buckingham, hellcheer, stedissy, jargyle, jancy, etc. i also have a weak spot for well written steve/reader and eddie/reader fic. there are very few things i refuse to engage with and i will filter those things out.

i do not get caught up in fandom toxicity because frankly i am too old for that shit. i am not interested in the policing of people's interests. this also goes for discourse over ship dynamics and headcanons. let people enjoy themselves because life's hard enough and everyone is just trying to enjoy themselves ya know?

while to an extent I enjoy things of a dark nature, i do not want to see any pedophilic content. it is my one hard line. please do not follow me if you consider yourself a map or enjoy that content. it might be fictional but it is triggering to me and many other people. if you follow me and i see that you do post or like that stuff, i will block. I also do not have an interest in following people who post stuff about incest. I do my best to filter that content out and check blogs before I follow back.

i only follow back when there is an age in someone's bio. 18+ please, for christ's sake. i am 35 years old. Minors, please protect yourselves and others on the internet and listen to people when they say MDNI.

other things i post about: taylor swift, alot. i am a die hard swiftie. teen wolf, btvs, the x-files, pretty ladies and boys and everyone in between, new girl etc. random things that catch my interest.

i do my best to tag thoroughly so people can filter anything they don't like to see.

anything else: feel free to ask me :)

#important to know before following me #about me

[silversoulstardust]

Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you'd like to know better!

tagged by @abitofboth (thank you for the tag mills🥺)

what book are you currently reading?

under the whispering door by by TJ Klune. the book is fine, I like reading TJ Klune’s work but it’s taking me forever to finish because of its heavy subjects. (death and afterlife, and it’s hard for me because of recent losses)

what do you usually wear?

depends on what I’m doing, I guess. currently staying up in bed past midnight so i’m in my comfy jammy and a yellow sweater <3 

how tall are you?

5 ft 2. AND OLY @olyollyoxenfree BEFORE YOU COME FOR ME I AM TALL FOR AN ASIAN LMAO 

what’s your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or historical event? 

sagittarius. I share birthday with Scarlet Johanson, Mark Ruffalo and Jamie-Lee Curtis!

do you go by your name or a nickname?

I go by Chromie online. it’s a nickname given by someone I talked to on tumblr in the past, and I like it so much it stuck with me even though we part ways not on so good terms. wherever she is I hope she’s doing fine <3 

did you grow up to become what you wanted to be as a child?  

yeah but I kinda wish I didn’t, honestly. working in healthcare is taxing both mentally and physically, and I have assholes for colleagues. (tho I think that’s applicable everywhere.)

what’s something you’re good at vs something you’re bad at?

good at: showing up and being there for people I care about

bad at: asking for help

if you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year? 

This is from my Steddie time travel fix it AU, and I don’t know why but I really loved it.

Steve never really had anyone to split chores with before. His parents are almost never home. Robin does stay over from time to time, but she prefers ordering pizza, it’s her comfort food that’s almost always denied when she’s home, so she takes the chance to order it whenever she’s sleeping over at Steve’s place. Steve never thought having someone do the dishes for him as romantic, but here he is, staring at this metalhead in his kitchen, with glorious long hair and tattoos all over his skin wearing all black ensemble, wiping a spatula using dry cloth over the sink, occasionally smiling at Steve, a domestic bliss in the unlikeliest of time. Eddie caught him staring and when he asks why, there’s just a jumbled up emotions inside Steve that he can’t possibly put into words. So instead he turns the stove off and makes out with Eddie against the counter, thinking that this, this is what he’s been missing his entire life.

dogs or cats?

a cat person through and through. cant live with them, cant live without them, y’know? 

what's something you would like to create content for?

thinking of writing some ronance fics in the future! maybe loid/yor tooth rotting fluff and some nanami kento/haibara yu content because those two deserve better than their fate in the manga 

what’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

if you’ve been on my tumblr for the last six months, you’d notice I have been entirely consumed by steddie brainrot and stranger things lol

what's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Dr Strange: multiverse of madness. wandavision series was so spectacular and I was giddy for it until months later they revealed that the writer was mike waldron. the bar of my expectation was so low it was basically on the floor and yet I was still disappointed 

what’s a hidden talent of yours? 

I can write with both hands. does that count??

what's something you wish to have at this moment? 

a long hug and a shoulder to cry on would be nice. cant exactly cry on cue but I think if someone hold me long enough I might start crying lol 

tagging @mygeekcorner @olyollyoxenfree @harrringtons @steviesmunson @froof-of-the-loof @princessstevemunson @cursedfoxteeth @iprefertheterminsane @gundamthey17 <3

#ask game #chrmz.txt #get to know chromie

[eskawrites]

Was getting caught up on various fanfics last night and oh boi!

The cfdau shovel talk between Max and Nancy... so good. I love your Nancy pov's

I was pleasantly surprised by your newer fic involving Karen Wheeler getting vecna'd. I really enjoy the portrayal of Karen and HOLLY bc they certainly don't have as much canon material to work with.

I am loving the angst as always paired with the early signs of your feral Nancy Wheeler. Also, the ronance sprinkled in is fantastic, and I am excited about the next update.

ahhhh this is so lovely thank you <3

the shovel talk fic has been in my back pocket for a whiiiiile now. i'm glad people liked it! it's always intimidating jumping back into an au that everyone loves so much. but gosh, i'm so in love with writing nancy in the cfdau (maybe i should dive back into the nancy pov this weekend...)

and the karen gets vecna'd au! i'm so excited to keep sharing that fic too. that one's fun because i didn't really plan anything for ronance other than having nancy leaning so hard on robin (and a couple specific scenes that happen later on hint hint wink wink) but they just kept having these small, sweet moments with each other. it's what they deserve tbh

#i've been trying to take the karen gets vecna'd fic kinda slow to savor it #but tbh i'm gonna be bored out of my mind this weekend so i might edit and post the next chapter tomorrow #asks #sweepy-stringbean #your messages always make my day asdlfkj thank you! #<3 #celebrity fake dating au #karen gets vecna'd au

[dontcallmeeds]

Okay.

One of your fics depicts Steve in a maid costume. I'd like a variant of that where Ronance wears a costume to seduce their partner. Doesn't have to be a maid outfit, just something sexy.

Oooooh after I finish this shorter oneshot Steddie fic im working on today I will for sure and reblog this with it :)) sorry I’ve been working like crazy so I haven’t been caught up with my tumblr stuff, but I love Ronance sm and I haven’t written smut of them yet, but I’ve been thinking about it so!!! I’ll probably make it be Robin and a little goofy probably with a platonic Stobin intro because I’m a huge Robin kin myself and me and my best friend have a platonic Stobin vibe together, but it’ll be hot and fun I promise!! (Idk if you meant Ronance x reader and while I love reading y/n fics I’m horrible at writing them lmao so I hope you mean third person about one of them seducing the other)

#sorry if this is rambly todays the first day I’ve had to myself since November and I’m hella fanfic brain atm lmaoo #Ronance #stranger things