#ronance drabble

[starrystevie]

18+ | modern ronance / cw: public sex | crossposted from twitter

robin has her nipples pierced. she has her nipples pierced and doesn’t wear a bra and always has on a too tight or too sheer or too short top making them obvious to those who know what to look for.

nancy knows what to look for and it drives her crazy.

they aren’t dating, they aren’t fucking but they’re dancing around being something with flirty grins and touches that could almost be considered lingering if they didn’t pull away so quickly. robin looks down at nancy with hooded eyes and she looks back with mischief in her own, promises of that something behind each of their gazes.

but every time she wears one of those goddamn shirts, nipple rings protruding enough to see the outline, to see when she’s changed from a bar bell to a ring, nancy is one know-it-all smirk away from letting robin know how she feels.

she wants to get her hands on them. wants to feel the metal under her palms. wants to rip off a too tight too sheer too short top and get her mouth on them. wants to have robin in her lap, riding her thigh so she can lick the ring into her mouth and tug on it with her teeth.

and nancy is anything but stupid. she knows that robin knows, knows that she wears those fucking shirts on purpose to see nancy barely holding herself together. she’ll make sure to stretch her arms up so the shirts go taut and tight when she knows she has nancy’s eyes on her. she’ll lean forward when she’s wearing a loose button up, enough to have so much skin on display that it has to be intentional. she’ll scratch lazily at her tit and get her nipple hard so that everything is obvious through the fabric knowing it will make nancy lose her mind.

and it does. every single goddamn time. nancy always has to go home and fuck her self on her fingers as she thinks about robin’s tits, about leaving bites and bruises on them until the rings stand out even more against her marred skin, coming hard and fast at the thought.

eventually she knows she has to do something about it. she knows she needs to tell robin that she’s not only in love with her but also in love with her perfect, perky tits and needs to see if she can fit one in her mouth, needs to flick at her nipples until she comes.

turns out, she doesn’t have to wait much longer. steve and eddie pull them out to their favorite club one night for their two month anniversary like it’s an actual day to celebrate and the girls, of course, go along. the guys are grinding against each other in the corner and robin buys nancy her usual vodka soda while she gets her own jack and coke. her shirt tonight is sinful, sheer enough that somehow the metal shines through when the club lights hit just right, loose enough to push a hand under without rucking up the fabric.

they go to the dance floor without question because that’s what they always do, robin holding nancy’s hand as she pulls her along under some guise of not wanting to lose her in the crowd even though they both know that’s not the only reason.

it doesn’t take long until they’re pressed together, nancy’s back to robin’s front. it’s what they always do but tonight it feels charged with something else. robin’s hand is on the side of nancy’s hip, loose enough to break from but tight enough to know she wants her to stay. not that nancy would want to break away from her anyway.

she’s feeling a little wild, a little daring, and maybe it’s the vodka or the way that robin’s piercings are obvious against her back. she snakes a hand up to wrap her arm around the back of robin’s neck, pulling her closer. she can feel her hot breath puffing against her skin as she leans down, following the pressure from nancy's hand.

the fingers on her hip flex and tighten, pushing them together the tiniest bit more and she can feel when robin drops her head to rest in the crook of her neck. her breath is even hotter now, closer to her bare skin than she was before, dampening her already sweat soaked skin.

nancy tangles her fingers into robin’s hair, coaxing her down to hint that she can put her lips on her skin if she wants. she can taste her if she wants. it doesn’t take long until nancy jumps when a kiss is pressed featherlight under her ear. her fingers tug on the hair between them and it’s like a green light moving all systems to go.

there’s a tongue flicking out to finally taste nancy’s skin and she pushes her hips back to grind harder against robin. there’s a hand traveling from her hip a bit closer to where she actually wants it, pressing teasingly into the lowest part of her belly, lust rushing behind her behind her bellybutton at the sensation.

nancy drops her hand from her head so she can place it on top of robin’s, pushing her fingers down so the pressure increases. she gasps at the feeling and can feel robin do something of the same, teeth scraping against her skin followed by her tongue like she's trying to sooth it. in the back of her mind, she's hoping robin will do it again.

she’s glad they know each other so well since they won’t be able to hear each other over the music. as robin’s hand goes to move lower, nancy spins in her grasp, desperate for something else. now they’re face to face, robin’s eyes hooded and dark in the low light, trained on nancy's lips, her own lips spit slick from her ministrations on her neck.

her leg slips between nancy’s as her hand comes to rest on the center her ass, pulling them close. it doesn’t take long until nancy’s pushing up on her toes as robin bends down so they can finally kiss each other for the first time. she isn’t surprised when a tongue flicks out against her lips, isn't surprised when hers comes out to meet it either.

making out with robin on the dance floor is great, heavenly, everything she could want. well, almost everything that is. her hand slides onto robin’s side just under her loose shirt. her skin is warm against nancy’s fingers, under her palm, soft in a way that makes her want to get her mouth on it.

robin surges forward and presses harder on her ass like she knows what nancy wants. needs what nancy wants. her shirt is loose enough that nancy's hand finds her tit easily. it fits perfectly in her palm just like she knew it would, heavy in that wonderful way that makes her mind go blank with desire. with their legs entwined, they both roll their hips in an obvious way to get pressure where they need it, mouths opening on moans that get drowned out by the booming bass.

robin pulls back from their kiss and keeps nancy’s bottom lip bitten between her teeth, tugging gently like a hint of what she really wants. when nancy’s finger slip up to pinch her nipple, she lets go of her lip with a hiss and thrust of her hips.

“you gotta thing for tits, wheeler? that’s so fucking hot,” robin mutters against her ear as she brings her hand around from her ass to her front.

her hand slips easily under nancy’s skirt, palm flat against her wet panties to give her something more to grind on. nancy can feel her eyes roll back and she tugs harshly on robin’s nipple causing them both to groan.

"no, i have a thing for your tits. drive me crazy with those things..."

their hands are clever and fit where they need to be and soon enough they’re both rolling their hips and breathing into each other’s mouths as they come.

nancy keeps her hand on robin’s tit, tugging and pinching to keep her squirming in her grasp, rocking her hips needily against robin's hand as she rides out her orgasm. robin gets back at her by slipping 2 fingers into her soaked through panties, sliding into nancy’s wet cunt easily and swallowing the groan she gets in return.

“we need to go,” nancy says as she stretches up to get her mouth to robin’s ear, pussy clenching around the fingers robin is slowly pumping in her. “i need you naked and on my bed immediately.”

when they get back to nancy’s, she gets to see what metal feels like against her tongue. and if she finds a surprise piercing lower down, she’ll taste that one too.

#ronance #my writing #hi woke up ***** for the girlies so have this #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance drabble #ronance ficlet #modern ronance #ronance smut #eventually i will write a whole 100k of them fucking on every surface but i just don't have the time rn

[boggie-things]

At five years old, Robin Buckley says her favorite color is pink when asked by her kindergarten teacher.

It seems like the right answer, it's what all the other girls say (except for a few who say purple, but Robin thinks of the flowers at her grandma's funeral earlier that year that were a sickly shade a mauve), so it must be hers as well.

She doesn't mind wearing it, but she thinks it's bright, easy to call attention to. She gets scolded in second grade by Tammy Thompson when she says it's really just a shade of red, after that she decides she doesn't like it as much anymore.

In fourth grade she says it's green when her mom asks for a color to paint her room. It's the color of outside and Robin likes to play there.

Her favorite shoes are forest green and she sits in the green section at lunch with her best friend Barabra Holland. It's a good fit.

But in sixth grade Tommy Hagan tells her it's a boy color and if she likes it then she's a boy. And so Robin changes it again. This time it's yellow.

Yellow is a safe color, neither gender seems to claim it and it's the shade of the sheets on her bed where she spends most of her time now that Barbara seems to prefer hanging out with Nancy Wheeler.

Yellow is the color of the stray cat that she feeds eyes and the shade of the lamplight she likes to read under at night.

She changes it to red in tenth grade when she hears Tammy Thompson say she likes it (even though she got mad at Robin for her earlier suggestion of pink being a light shade of it), and she really thinks it's the right one too.

It's the color of her beloved converse and the shade of the only makeup she owns, the scarlet lipstick her aunt got her for her fifteenth birthday.

It's a color of her Scoops uniform and the dry erase marker she uses to mark down Steve Harrington’s numerous fails at flirting.

It's the color of blood staining her shirt and dripping from Steve's face on the Fourth of July, 1985. The color of fireworks being thrown at a monster made up of red flesh and the color of the ambulance lights that flash as she sits in it.

After that she doesn't have a favorite color. It changes whenever someone new asks, alternating between the ones of her past.

It's green to Steve and pink to the mother renting a movie for her daughter. Yellow for Dustin and for a project in English class.

It's never red though.

But then 1986 rolls around and it's suddenly blue. The color of the sky and her favorite shirt is navy. The color of a denim jacket and the waters of Lovers Lake.

The color of Nancy Wheeler’s eyes looking at her in the library. Cerulean in the sun and cobalt as they trek through hell.

Bright azure when reflecting fire and the sparks of flying bullets. Soft maya blue under hospital lights.

They're shining admiral when they meet hers outside the Wheeler house two weeks after it all. Her tears match the rain when they kiss. Baby blue when they finally part.

It's blue when Nancy asks as they lay together in their apartment just outside of Boston. She jokes it's for the ocean that they had visited that summer, but later she tells her it's for her eyes.

It's blue like the ring she proposes with, cheap but full of meaning. Blue like the lilies of the Nile and bellflowers of Nancy's bouquet she tosses in the air.

Sapphire like their daughter's name and the chair Robin sits in when she reads to her. The color of her cookie monster cake for her first birthday and the rims of Nancy's reading glasses.

Blue like the dress she's buried in.

Blue like the flowers on their side by side graves.

#no im fine why do you ask? #bog drabbles #ronance drabble #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin & nancy

[bankholdup]

Even though Robin tells Steve everything, she doesn’t immediately tell him that her and Nancy are dating. Both Nancy and Robin agreed to wait a bit before telling the rest of their friends that they started seeing each other. They wanted to just enjoy each other, and they both kind of liked the thrill of sneaking around a bit. When everyone went out as a group, Nancy always insists that Robin needs to come with her to the ladies room. Grabbing her hand once they’re a little farther away from the others, sneaking kisses in the hallway. They press their thighs together when they’re seated in the same side of the booth, holding hands or playing footsie underneath the table. They’ll tell everybody eventually that they’re dating, but right now they like the thrill of being secret girlfriends.

#this is inspired by a gf i had and how we would sneak kisses when out with friends #dixon.fic #ronance #ronance drabble #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #st4 #nancy wheeler x robin buckley #robin x nancy

[undreaming-fanfiction]

This is a very belated birthday drabble for the wonderful @unclewaynemunson, your Pat a Mat AU is ready, Anna! I hope you enjoy the ridiculousness just as much as I have.

One would think that once all of the Upside Down bullshit is done, Vecna buried, all of them alive, healed and with enough hush money from the government to last a lifetime, that Steve Harrington and Nancy Wheeler would settle down, find some quiet comfort in their potential careers and each other. There would be pleasant dinners, quiet conversations and peace they haven't known for a while.

One would think that. But that one wouldn't probably be familiar with their romantic partners, Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley.

See, Steve and Nancy come from picture perfect households. Eddie and Robin don't. So where Steve and Nancy have a certain sense of what should be done and how it should be done, Eddie and Robin have a) enthusiasm, b) creativity, and c) terrifying amounts of energy.

Which is probably why Steve and Nancy are here, sitting on a picnic blanket with a bottle of wine between them and two first aid kits ready. They are watching Robin and Eddie who took to gardening and are now doing their absolute best to uplift their garden to new aesthetic heights.

That's a lie. This isn't gardening, this is an Indiana plant massacre with garden shears.

"So now you cut off the top and it will bear the perfect resemblance to our beloved dingus!" announces Robin and slices off way too much of the bush. The poor thing looks almost dead.

Nancy leans towards Steve and whisper-asks why the two decided to create a bush statue of Steve between the two gates leading to their houses, but Steve doesn't have an answer. He just downs his glass of wine and watches the tragedy unfold.

It's always like this. Robin and Eddie come up with a home improvement project, get very creative and then Nancy drives them to the hospital while Steve and Wayne clean up their mess. It's lucky Nancy and Steve love them do much.

When a new half-secluded neighborhood was built in Hawkins, the four of them thought it was perfect. Two small and adjacent houses, two gardens that they could connect by tearing down the fence. No one to judge them for being in same-sex relationships, no one to stare into their windows. The expectation was that Steve would spend lots of time with Robin, the two taking turns using their single shared brain cell, but instead, they got...this.

In the last year, Eddie and Robin's project list included, but wasn't limited to:

A theoretically wonderful invention of an alarm clock that would open the window once it started ringing, letting in fresh air and sunlight. Nancy and Steve weren't sure how it was supposed to work, the two inventors kept their progress a secret, but they saw the results, a broken window, a wall clock the size of the ones found in a train station, three broken broom handles and a ball of tangled wire.

An automated lawn mower. That one nearly worked. Nearly. Eddie tied the mower to a stake in the ground and Robin taped the starter so it moved on its own - a bit too well. The stake was no match for the mighty mowster (coined by Eddie) and the four of them ended up chasing the runaway machine throughout their street.

An effortless pancake flipper. It didn't matter how many times Steve repeated that he doesn't mind cooking, likes it in fact, Eddie wanted his boyfriend to be able to get comfortable and to sleep in because his Stevie deserved all the comfort and perfection he could get. Steve only learned about this experiment when he came home to a pan tied to a drill, spinning and splashing batter everywhere. Robin and Eddie were blindly walking around the kitchen walls, batter in their eyes and muttered reassurances that the pancake menace would have to run out of batter. Eventually.

Back to the present and half bottle of wine in, Eddie and Robin finally understand that no matter how much they cut, they're not getting Steve's likeness out of the suffering bush. Nancy and Steve exchange a well-practiced look, sensing a dip in the manic energy of their beloved partners. They slowly lure them in, Steve with cold beer and Nancy with a fancy cocktail that Steve pre-mixed. Among cut branches, dead leaves and quiet that wasn't fooling anyone, Nancy kisses Robin's cheek and says she's really sorry their plan didn't work out.

"Oh don't worry, Nance," Robin smiles and there's something unsettling about the look she shoots at Eddie. "We have a plan B."

The next morning, Wayne visits them and is stopped in his tracks by a...thing. Probably...originally, once upon a time, it must have been a bush. The bush now looks like all of Indiana's herbivores stopped by and munched it into an approximately human-like shape. Not very distinct, but there's no room for questioning as there's a huge Steve head with a Scoops Ahoy hat taped over the upper part of the bush.

Half a year ago, Wayne would have been concerned. Now he's just mildly amused.

He makes his way to the Munson-Harrington house and gets a cup of coffee from Steve while Eddie's gentle snoring echoes from the bedroom. "So..." he says, "No loss of blood or limbs this time?"

And Steve, bless his heart, only snorts and pours himself the rest of the kettle. "That's what makes the thing outside almost bearable. It's so ugly but they were so happy when they managed to get the tape right, I just...I can't take it down."

Wayne nods, sipping from his mug. He too would do almost anything to keep his nephew happy.

But if he happens to accidentally knock into the bush, entangle himself in the tape and has to destroy the Steve Bushington in the process...it's definitely just an accident.

#fruity four #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #ronance drabble #stranger things #stranger things drabble

[jus-let-me-read]

Steve drove Robin to the movie theater, the moment seeming almost surreal. Where though he knew it was bound to happen at some point, Robin was so insistent that nothing would happen. As he stopped the car once they arrived all he could do was stare as Robin exited his car.

He smiled, Robin turning back to glance at him momentarily. "Is it weird for me to say I'm proud of you?" Steve asked. "Like, you never thought you'd actually get this chance yet look at you now." He gestured towards Robin's outfit. "You're on a date with a girl you like, Rob. I told you she was into you."

Robin couldn't hide her happiness at his words, walking back towards his car. "Come here you dingus," she beamed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, Steve immeaditely returning the hug in a semi-awkward position.

A cough interrupted the moment a couple moments later. Steve peeked over Robins shoulder, seeing Nancy in a dress standing there awkwardly. "I hate to interrupt this, really I do." Nancy slightly smiled. "But can I have my date back, Steve? The movie is about to start."

#stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #platonic stobin #stobin #steve harrington #ronance drabble

[robinsno1lesbian]

Prompt: Nancy discovering Robin has a praise kink and the events that follow

nancy wheeler x robin buckley

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1623

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content (MDNI), mentions of guns (they're at shooting practice at first), praise kink (obviously), dirty talk, vaginal fingering, use of 'good girl', not beta read (let me know if i missed anything)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i should be studying and guess what? i'm writing ronance smut instead...this is becoming some sort of bad habit. also, the ending is super rushed!

"why do you have to be so damn good at everything?" robin groans audibly as she watches her girlfriend. they've been out in the forest for a good hour because nancy has sworn that her shooting skills have worn off. they have not. so far, she hasn't missed a single target, even from a far distance.

robin is glad that nancy knows how to handle these because she could never. she would probably miss each and every target and wouldn't be able to shoot one of these monsters if they stood right in front of her. so at least her girlfriend can. nancy has one eye closed and both arms stretched out in front of her as she fired another shot. of course she hits the target again. "you should come and try it" she says, lowering the gun. "oh me?" robin raises a brown, still leaning against the hood of the car with her arms crossed. "i don't think that's a good idea, i mean- i-don't-" "c'mon" nancy interrupts. "I'll show you" defeated, robin sighs and pushes herself off of the car to walk towards her. from where nancy is standing, the targets seem even more far out of reach. there is no way she will ever hit them. "alright" nancy positions herself behind robin and hands her the gun. it feels odd in her hands, heavy and cold. this is nancy's thing, not hers. but she holds it anyway, trying to copy the way she has seen her girlfriend do it before. nancy wraps her arms around robin's from behind which, in a way, has robin's breath hitching in her throat. her head is right next to her ear when she speaks. "lift your arms like that...yeah...good" she knows nancy doesn't mean it like that. but her words, the sound of her voice, and the praise go straight to her center. robin tries to remind herself that this is most definitely not the time, but she really can't help herself. "now you gotta turn the safety off" nancy explains, her fingers guiding robin's until the familiar 'click' sounds from the gun. "perfect, just like that"

she doesn't seem to be aware of just how much her words are affecting the other girl. she can't see robin's face right now, but if she could, she would know immediately: her eyes are fluttering and she has her lower lip tugged between her front teeth to hold back any involuntary noise that might fall from her lips as a result of the words. her arms are shaking slightly, but nancy blames that on the fact that she's just nervous as she steadies her and helps her with the aim. "and now you just gotta..." she closes one eye in concentration while she moves robin's arms until she's holding the gun in a way from which nancy know that she won't miss. "shoot" she whispers. robin swallows but does as she is told. she flinches as the noise and backfire of the gun take her by surprise, but is delighted to see that she did it. nancy's hands lower from hers as she begins roaming her sides. "see? just like that robin..." she places a kiss to the back of her neck. "you did so good" this time there's no way for her to miss the way robin inhales sharply. she stops and looks up at her. that's when she notices the way robin is practically panting, the way her legs seem a lot weaker than usual, the way she hasn't said a single word... oh. a grin creeps up her lips at the sudden realization. "i think we're done here for today, don't you?" she whispers. ⋆ nancy's lips are on robin's the second their apartment door has fallen shut behind them. her breath catches in her throat at the sudden kiss but she immediately returns it because who is she to complain? she pressed her up against the door they have just previously walked through, her hands running over robin's body and hiking up her shirt to feel the soft skin beneath. robin gasps at the feeling of nancy's cold fingertips on her and nancy chuckles. "you like this...?" "hmh" she nods her head, wanting nothing more than for nancy to touch her. if she's being honest, she has wanted this ever since nancy started saying sweet praise right into her ear. so she is delighted that her girlfriend seems to want that too. as if to test her theory, nancy leans in to kiss up her jaw until she reaches her ear. her lips graze it and she mumbles "good" before she licks the shell. "f-fuck" robin stammers. "oh?" the brunette leans back in mock surprise and raises her brows. "i think..." she begins while she makes quick work of the buttons of robin's shirt. her skilled fingers flick each button through it's hole, all while she keeps talking casually. "you like that too, don't you?" "wha-" "oh don't give me that" nancy pushes the fabric off of her shoulders and exposes robin's bare chest to her. her lips meet her neck again had she starts kissing her way down slowly. "i've seen the way you were at shooting practice robin...i've seen your reactions-" her tongue darts out and she licks down the valley between her breasts. robin arches her back forward and she drops her head back against the door with a sigh of "fuck nancy" "yeah" nancy mumbles before she sucks one of robin's nipples into her mouth. she smiles around it when a broken moan erupts from her throat.

"care to explain yourself...?" robin squirms at the attention her breasts are still receiving but tries to mutter a response anyway. "i- i- uhm- fuck" "do you want this? come on, i know you can do it. say it. do you want my praise hm?" "fuck yes" she breathes. "fuck yes, please nancy" "see? i knew you could do it" nancy says and gets up from her lowered position to kiss robin on the lips sweetly. that's until she licks robin's bottom lip, who parts them greedily to suck nancy's tongue into her mouth. "good girl" she whispers while they kiss, her open mouth on robin's over and over again. "holy shit" robin's heart is beating faster than it ever has at those words. "tell me what you want robin" her parted lips linger just inches away from robin's, who is chasing them and presses another kiss to hers. "tell me how you want me to fuck you, sweet girl" "fuck- fuck nancy i-" she runs a hand through her hair. nancy's fingers are already flicking the buttons of her jeans and pushing them down her legs until they're pooling around her ankles. "i want- i want you- anything- please" "you sound so pretty when you're begging me to fuck you" she whispers and pushes a strand of hair out of her face. "so, so pretty" robin presses her lips together and nods heatedly. "please nance- god i need you" nancy dips her middle- and ring finger below the waistline of robin's panties. she can't help herself but gasp in surprise when she feels the arousal practically dripping. robin whines and bucks her hips down to meet her fingers. "oh you must really like this hm?"

"y-yes- yes nancy please" "ah" nancy leans her fingers back slowly so that they are just out of reach from robin's throbbing cunt. "use your words like a good girl" "god" the taller woman groans. "nancy please...please!" "please what?" "please fuck me" she cries. "god fuck me right now, please-" she is cut off by an obscene moan that falls from her lips when nancy pushes her fingers into her. robin lifts one of her legs and wraps it around her lower body to cage her in while nancy gives her fingers a couple of experimental thrusts. "y-yeah just like that- just like that" "so needy baby" nancy mumbles while she is sucking on robin's neck, making sure to leave marks behind. "fuck do you feel this? you're so tight around my fingers robin...squeezing me so good" robin can't do anything but nod helplessly. "don't worry...since you asked so nicely i'm gonna make sure to make you feel really good yeah?" she starts picking up her pace slowly, her fingers curling up against robin's g-spot while she thrusts her fingers into her. "nancy!" robin moans. "fuck" her hands reach out to grab for the door behind her, for anything to steady herself while she's getting fucked like this. "god i love how you sound" nancy says against a freshly sucked mark on robin's skin. "all for me yeah?" robin's fingers curl up in nancy's hair and she holds her closer to her as she keeps up the pace, getting her closer and closer to her release. "I'm close-" she manages between noises of pure pleasure. "fuck nancy i'm so close-" "i got you" nancy whispers. "don't worry...i got you"

and with that, she adds her thumb and flicks over robin's clit which has her seeing stars. her whole body shivers beneath nancy's touch and she arches her back in a beautiful bend while she rocks her hips with each pump of the delicate digits. "i'm cumming, i'm cumming" she cries out. "it's okay" nancy nods. "cum for me, be a good girl and cum for me" so she does. nancy can't help herself but watch in amazement, mouth agape while robin rides it out on her fingers. she squirms and shudders while her release is flowing out of her and covers nancy's hand. "jesus" she pants once she has recovered enough to speak up again. "that was- fuck- so good nance" nancy chuckles. "so...praise huh?"

#robinsno1lesbian drabbles #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler smut #ronance #ronance smut #ronance drabble #robin x nancy #ronance fanfiction #stranger things

[maybebitterxox]

When Robin comes out to Nancy, Nancy asks her how she knew. Robin describes how, throughout highschool, there was this one girl who would always sit in the exact same place in the cafeteria at the exact same table with her friends every day. Robin tells Nancy how she would watch the girl during lunch every day, that the girl had long, brown wavy hair that she was constantly brushing out of her face and tucking behind her ears. Robin would mention that she never seemed to eat much of her food, picking at it with her fork, and didn’t talk much to anyone except the red-headed girl that she was always sitting next to. Robin says that she had been utterly enchanted by this girl, but had never had the courage to try and talk to her, not even to ask her name.

And Nancy is sitting there thinking back to how she used to sit in the exact same place at the exact same table in the cafeteria every day with Barb sitting next to her, and about how she never liked the cafeteria food much and used to pick at it rather than eat it, frequently having to tuck strands of long, wavy, brown hair behind her ears as it kept falling into her face.

#robin is very confused as to why nancy has suddenly turned a vibrant shade of red #nancy doesn’t tell her until after they’re together #and Robin’s just like “HOLY SHIT” #ronance #robin buckley #ronance drabble #they’re gfs your honour

[esmeswritingblog]

I hoped out of bed at 2am to write this just take it.

“My hands are cold” Robin whines, rubbing her palms together. The motion brings little warmth to her freezing knuckles, already aching after being gripped into tighter fists for the past few… days, hours, weeks. She can’t count the number of times her hands have fiercely gripped the nearest surface at the scrape of metal since last summer. Even the start of a car engine reminds her all too well of last summer, of fireworks and flesh blobs. 

He likes it cold.

It makes sense that the upside down would be colder than the freezers at Scoops Ahoy, she supposes, this being the realm of the Mind Flayer, who, obviously, likes it cold. 

Robin had been more prepared for the chill this time, this being her second time in the Upside down, but the cold bite still sunk deep, a shiver running like a ghost down her spine the moment she’d fallen into the viney blue rendition of the town she called home. 

“Yeah, we know Robin.” Steve says, annoyance taking over his voice. The trek through the upside down hadn’t been good for any of their nerves, and Robin had lasted about thirty seconds of staying quiet for the sake of their slowly waning sanity before bursting out some idiotic ramble or whiny comment.

And in front of Nancy, no less. Robin can already feel their seemingly blooming friendship withering when the curly haired her inevitably notices that Robin is… Robin. 

Honestly, Robin shouldn’t be surprised, much less disappointed, because she should’ve known someone as badass and beautiful as Nancy would turn tail after being hit with the full force of the friend-repelling machine that is Robin’s personality. 

But Nancy had seemed happy at the implications of their new friendship in the woods, sparking a little, dangerous flame of hope that was immediately doused by a tiny voice in the back of her head, insisting that it’s just a matter of time before Nancy realizes how lame and annoying Robin is. Robin had pushed the thought away at the time, trying to cling onto the moment.

But now, Robin’s beginning to think that the stupid voice was right, seeing as Nancy hasn’t said a word to her their entire time in the upside down.

Chill, robin. Don’t read too much into it.

“Well, it’s true,” Robin states presently, if only to annoy Steve. He scoffs somewhere behind her, seemingly walking next to Nancy. Which Robin is like, totally not jealous about. The opposite of jealous, really. Happy. Because two of her friends were going to be dating, or something, and Steve would finally be happy. And who cares, honestly, if Robin has to endure a lovey-dovey pda between the two once and a while, because at the end of the day she loves them both. 

Still, she feels… somewhat uncomfortable at the thought of Nancy and Steve spending time together, cuddling and kissing, when it could be Nancy and Robin instead—

Robin blinks.

Nope.

No way.

No way in hell is she crushing on badass, smart, beautiful Nancy fucking Wheeler. 

She’s just jealous Steve would be spending time with someone else. That’s all. Normal, third-wheel feelings. 

But then Robin’s mind unwillingly pictures Nancy, her brown curled framing her face, her eyes lighting up when she comes up with an idea, her pursed smile, kissing Steve. And her heart aches. 

Because she’s never minded Steve dating girls before, or him kissing Sharon or Jill or whatever girl he was dating in the back of Family Video during his break, so why should this be different? She doesn’t have a crush on Nancy.

She can’t have a crush on Nancy, because Steve would never forgive her and she would never forgive herself. 

Robin’s hands shake, and she’s not sure if it’s the cold or the terrifying thoughts with a grip on her heart. 

Somewhere in the distance, a branch cracks. 

Robin’s eyes snap up, her knuckles immediately gripping the flashlight in her hand, not helping the slight ache.

The trio freezes, glancing around wildly. It’s come from somewhere up ahead, through the scattered trees and vines in front of them. 

A beat.

Another.

Nothing.

Robin lets out a breath, her chest relaxing. 

“I’ll go check it out.” Steve says, the tense moment lost, tossing his bat to the other hand and dropping his backpack and jogging ahead.

“Our hero,” Robin whispers, blowing a kiss to him. Steve rolls his eyes as he passes, disappearing into the mass of trees. Leaving Robin and Nancy.

Alone. 

Nancy chuckles slightly, walking up a little to stand beside Robin. 

“He certainly likes to play hero, doesn’t he?” Nancy says, nudging Robin slightly. Robin laughs and nods. 

“You should see him in front of the babes at Family Video. He acts like he’s my boss.” 

Nancy laughs again, and Robin takes the sound and wants to taste it, to keep it with her forever. 

“Does he have a girlfriend, then?” Nancy asks. Robin feels her heart tighten.

“No.” Robin replies simply, not trusting herself to say anything else without choking. 

“Ah.”

“Yeah.” Robin takes a deep breath, letting her head fall back to stare at the canopy of petrified trees above them. Her eyes wander unwillingly to Nancy. 

“Are your hands really that cold?” The brunette asks with a playful smile, and Robin glances back down. Her fingers are shaking again. 

“Uh, yeah. I-I guess I’m not really used to the, um, cold.” Robin stutters the confession out, eyes meeting Nancy’s blue ones that somehow always seem to glow. 

“Well,” Nancy says slowly. “We can always hold hands if that will warm yours up. Mine aren’t that cold” 

Robin feels her light up like a firework, an explosion of blush on her face.

“Oh.. uh, I—” but it’s too late, and Nancy’s fingers are intertwining with Robin's undoubtedly sweaty ones, warmth sparking at the touch. 

Oh

Nancy Wheeler is holding her hand.

“Better?” Nancy asks, looking up at Robin with her big doe eyes. 

“Yeah,'' Robin breathes shakily. 

They stay like that a moment, hands locked together, shared warmth heating Robins cheeks and heart and long, slender fingers.  

Steve bursts through the trees, sudden and surprising, and Robin feels Nancy’s hand pull away quickly, her own fingers quickly longing for the warmth of Nancy’s parting touch. 

“It was nothing.” Steve proclaims somewhat proudly, grinning.

“Congrats,” Robin deadpans. “You’ve saved us. What would ever would we do without you?” 

“Oh, shut up.”

They continue walking, and Robin can feel her needy heart aching. She hadn’t missed how days Nancy had disconnected them, or the guilty expression on the other girl's face as Robin quipped at Steve. 

She’d be more ashamed if she knew what you were. 

Robin’s hands shake all the way to Vecna’s mansion.

—

Even after making it through the woods, after throwing Molotov cocktails at Vecna, after hearing the crack in Dustin’s voice when he tells them Eddie’s dead, after carrying a lifeless Max to the hospital, Robin can feel her heart yearning for more. 

For Nancy’s touch in the upside down woods, in Vecna’s doorway, beside Max’s hospital bed. 

For Nancy. 

#Ronance #ronance drabble #ronance fic #stranger things

[very-feral-lesbian]

game night with their household was… interesting to say the least.

once eddie, steve, nancy and robin had moved into a little duplex, they wanted to have some sort of established weekly plan, and they had all agreed on game night. some nights it was more drinking games that just lead to them sitting around and being drunk for a few hours or some nights it was extremely serious games of monopoly that involves strategy from ronances side.

each person had a game that they liked, so they tended to rotate them.

eddie always picked guess who, using some insanely elaborate details to try and narrow down each character, he liked that it wasn’t too strategic, just fun. nancy usually always picked monopoly, liking the strategy she could use to fuck the rest of the players up, silent but aggressive playing. steve liked candyland, honestly, no one was really sure why, but he always picked it .and robin always preferred charades, enjoyed the chaos of it all.

underneath it all, everyone’s favorite was charades. they would switch up teams every so often. of course, the couples making great yet chaotic pairs.

but the most powerful games were the ones where robin and steve paired up & eddie and nancy paired up. rob and steve worked great together, for obvious reasons. but for some reason, and nancy kind of killed it together. they were both complete opposite on the spectrum. babcy, being a down to the point person, while eddie preferred theatrics. but they came together in perfect harmony for charades, neither of their partners understood it.



#lindz writes #stranger things #st #st4 #the fruity four #steddie #ronance #steve harrrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie drabble #ronance drabble #fic #i wanted to make this a skittle six thing but i forgot by the time i finished #the fruity four fic

[starrystevie]

part one

nancy wheeler has fought beasts and monsters unknown to mankind, demogorgons and dogs and bats and vecna himself. she’s grown strong in more ways than one over the years. she’s always been smart enough, but now she has muscles and she has guts and she can face anything she needs to with her firearms and her brains. 

which is why it feels so stupid that she can’t bring herself to knock on robin buckley’s front door. 

it’s warm outside in that not quite summer way where the air is sticky but isn’t suffocating. they sky is clear, the stars and the moon shining overhead with just enough moonlight to guide her to the buckley’s house after she leaves eddie’s. it feels like all she did was blink and she got there, too wrapped up in her determined thoughts to even remember her feet carrying her to robin. 

but she’s too afraid to knock. it’s silly, nancy knows it ridiculous, that it’s just a door she’s knocked on a million times before when the two girls hung out together. it’s a door that mr. buckley answers to greet nancy with a grin, opening the door wider to let her in. a door she watches robin bounce through after she drops her off, waiting until the lock clicks and the light is on robin’s room before driving away. 

mrs. buckley is going to hate nancy for stealing the pebbles out of her rose garden because with the door out of the question, she has to get robin’s attention somehow. she’s good at aiming with her gun, can shoot at soda cans and monsters in different dimensions so it shouldn’t be that hard to hit robin’s window. 

winding her arm back, the pebble hits the glass pane of the window with a soft ting, not nearly loud enough to wake her up if she’s sleeping. the lights aren’t on in her room so nancy tries again, this time hitting the window with more force than she intends, but it does the trick. she watches as warm yellow floods the once dark room and she waits with baited breath to see if robin will pull open the window. 

nancy can feel her heartbeat in her ears, her lungs tight with anxious nerves and her jaw protesting as she grinds her teeth together. she forces her face to fall into neutrality instead of being pinched in like she knows it is. it would be just her luck that robin would see her with a set jaw and furrowed brows and think the world is ending yet again instead of realizing that nancy is head over heels for her. 

it happens in slow motion. nancy tosses another pebble and as soon as it’s left her hand, robin’s face appears as she throws open the window, the rock hitting her square in the forehead. 

“ow! what the- nance? what are you doing down there? it’s the middle of the night.”

robin’s rubbing her forehead and squinting down at nancy to look at her in the dark and suddenly even monster fighting nancy wheeler is frozen in place. 

“i’m... uhm.” nancy unclenches her fists, sending the remaining pebbles tumbling to the ground and tinkling against the stone of the driveway. “just uhh, came out for a walk. it’s such nice night!” 

it sounds fake even to nancy’s ears and she has to force herself not to roll her eyes at her own inability to make up a convincing lie or talk to a pretty girl like she’s done so many times before. robin’s face scrunches up as she slowly nods like she doesn't believe a word nancy said. 

“...sure, okay. yeah, nice night.” robin pauses and nancy feels like her heart is going to explode in her chest, ending her misery then and there. “is there a reason you didn’t want to use the door, romeo?” 

and the thing is, nancy knows she doesn’t mean it that way. knows that robin isn’t condemning them to be star crossed lovers who should stay away from daggers, knows that it’s just robin’s sense of humor that she normally loves, but it still sets something ablaze underneath her skin. 

“can you come down?” nancy asks, suddenly so sure of herself. 

she sees robin hesitate, looking back and forth between where nancy is standing and her hand that’s holding up her window. but then she’s nodding, her short waves falling into her face before shooting nancy a grin that has her practically melting into the aggregate. 

“just let me put on some clothes and i’ll be right down.”

nancy’s stomach flips, skin growing hot as she pictures things that she shouldn’t be picturing at robin’s mention of putting on clothes. she knows she just means she’ll change out of pajamas, but it still sends nancy’s mind wandering into dangerous territory, a place it shouldn’t be going if she wants to be clear-headed before baring her soul to robin. 

the seconds pass like hours. nancy looks between the ground and the front door, the moon and the front door, the tree line and the front door, robin’s window and the front door more times than would ever be considered normal until said front door is suddenly opening and there robin is, bathed in the same moonlight that brought nancy to her. 

“hey,” robin says simply, like she isn’t her moon and nancy isn’t a wave being pulled to her. 

nancy can only smile back, her feet stumbling the smallest bit as she walks towards robin. she can feel the knot that was forming in the pit of her stomach unraveling the closer she gets to her, like being near robin could do away with her every worry. and maybe it could, maybe all nancy wheeler will ever need to fix her problems is robin. maybe all nancy wheeler will ever want to fix her problems is robin. 

“hi,” her voice feels too small for the moment when she steps in front of the other girl. 

they stare at each other. it’s not a normal occurrence; they hardly ever find themselves without something to say between the two of them. if watching your friends almost die and fighting off monsters and saving the world was good for one thing, it was giving them each other. giving them a shoulder to lean on. giving them someone to talk forever with. 

“nance, what’s up?” robin’s face is open, teetering on worry, as she looks at nancy. her eyes flit down for the briefest of moments, glancing over her face down to where nancy’s hands are fidgeting and then back up. “and don’t tell me you just had a sudden desire to walk to my house at one in the morning because it’s a nice night since that is not a normal nancy thing to do-”

“swing set.” nancy cuts her off effectively and begins to walk backwards to the playset in the buckley’s backyard, laughing at the way robin comically lets her jaw drop open. “i think we should swing.”

eventually, the only sound between them is the creaking of the swing chains, the wind rustling the treetops, frogs and cicadas and owls in the distance. the air breezes through nancy’s hair as she keeps a slow but certain pace and robin keeps her feet planted in the dirt, pushing herself slightly. 

“you know,” nancy starts, breaking through the still of the night, “we never had a swing set growing up. my mom was always too afraid i’d hurt myself, i guess she knew even then that i’d try to swing too high and then jumping off just because i could.” 

robin’s laugh is like bells twinkling. “you, nancy wheeler? i guess i thought you’d be afraid of heights or something. never really pegged you for a jumping from swings girl.” 

“oh definitely. i’ve always been good about going after what i want even if it was scary.” she shoots robin a grin, one full of controlled mischief in the way she had perfected. “but by the time mike was old enough to start asking for a swing set, i was already in middle school and there were more important things to focus on. school, friends-”

“-boys.”

the swing chains rattle and nature moves on around them. 

“... boys.” 

nancy lets the tip of her shoe drag through the dirt to slow herself down. she looks over at robin, takes in how her eyes shine even in the darkness, how her cheeks looked flushed, how she’s biting at the corner of her lip in the way that nancy knows she does when she’s nervous and, god, it takes everything in her not to kiss her silly right then and there. 

“nance,” robin questions, but then stops when nancy gets out of her swing to stand in front of robin, bracketing her in with her arms on either swing chain. 

“i’m sure some poet out there could make you my swing set.”

robin takes in a stuttering breath and nancy watches as her hands tighten where they are around the chains. without thinking, she lets her own hands travel down to cover robin’s, fingers slotting between the tops of her knuckles. 

“is this okay?” nancy breathes out. 

“yeah,” robin breathes back. 

“i think i’ve been scared for a long time. i wanted to swing really high and jump off but i had my mom or something in my head telling me that i wasn’t brave enough. but you,” she lets out a stuttering laugh, watches it ruffle the waves around robin’s face. “you make me feel brave. brave enough to try, at least.”

“... we’re not talking about swings anymore, right?”

it’s so intrinsically robin that it startles a real laugh out of nancy, something she can’t behind a dainty hand. it’s loud and sudden and has them both clutching at their sides as the regain their breath. 

“no, we’re not talking about swings anymore, oh my god. i’m trying to tell you i love you and of course you have to interrupt me!”

robin’s smile is damn near blinding, big and wide and so full of something that it makes nancy’s heart squeeze painfully in her chest. she’s sure the smile she’s giving robin in return is nothing short of the same. 

“sorry, sorry, keep going.”

robin mimes zipping her lips shut but nancy couldn’t keep going even if she wanted to. she looks at robin’s cheeks, the way they’re pulled up from her smile and tinged with pink. her eyes, the way they sparkle underneath the stars. her fingernails, the way the blue polish is chipped at the edges. nancy can’t talk, can’t keep going, because all her brain can supply her with is the need to touch. 

she swings a leg over robin’s and settles in her lap, hooking her hands around her neck, and pulling them closer. 

“no, the moments ruined now,” nancy whispers. 

she can hear the smile in robin’s voice when she replies. “go back to the part where you love me.”

she smells spearmint toothpaste and something so specifically robin before she presses their grinning lips together. they can talk later, she’ll wax poetic about how much robin means to her when the sun is awake to hear it. 

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[x-tactlesstest]

It’s June 1986, everything has gotten back to semi-normal in Hawkins, and Robin decides to drag Nancy, Steve, and Eddie to the movies to see Labyrinth.

Nancy’s here for it, being a casual listener of Bowie’s music, but knowing how much Robin loves Bowie makes her enjoy it that much more.

Steve’s pretty neutral about it, he’s not big into Bowie’s music, and he’s not big into fantasy films outside of Star Wars (Keith rolls his eyes every time Steve calls it a fantasy movie, because it’s clearly sci-fi, but that’s beside the point). But again, Robin is his best friend, so sure, he’ll go along.

But Eddie. Eddie who, while he knows of David Bowie, does not actually listen to Bowie. Maybe he’s heard him once or twice on the radio when he’s riding with his Uncle, but that’s about it. So he has no idea what he’s getting himself into when they get to the movie theater.

About 20 minutes into the movie, right in the middle of the Dance Magic sequence, Steve looks over at Eddie, who now has the same look of absolutely joy and awe plastered on his face that Robin does.

An hour and 20 minutes later, Steve and Nancy are looking on as Eddie and Robin are actually holding hands and almost skipping around the parking lot, belting out Dance Magic at the top of their lungs, having the time of their life.

“I still can’t believe it,” Steve says.

“Believe what?” Nancy asks, watching as Robin almost falls to the ground, tripping over someone’s discarded trash, before Eddie grabs onto her, steadying her.

“That we somehow found these two perfect dorks, and that they somehow both chose to be with us.”

Nancy turned to look at Steve, smiling, “guess the universe decided to work in our favor for once.”

“I guess so.”

#steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steddie #ronance #steddie drabble #ronance drabble #stranger things #stranger things 4

[boggie-things]

Really the first time it happens Nancy’s ten years old holding both her and Mike’s ice cream cones at the lake on the Fourth of July and he’s taking too long in the bathroom and so she starts to walk over there to yell at him to hurry up because his nasty plain vanilla is dripping down her fingers.

But then she trips and almost falls, but she gets her footing back and manages to keep both cones upright. (about half of Mike’s actually falls in the grass but that doesn’t matter) What matters is that Jessica Burgess, who she knows because she's a lifegaurd at the local pool, jogs over and asks if she needs help with her laces.

Nancy knows how to tie her laces in a bunny knot (her mom taught her when she was six) but since her hands are full she nods and Jessica drops to her knees to do it and oh. That was really sweet and Nancy knows she appreciates it because when she looks up at her and flashes a thumbs up and a smile her heart does a little dance and she says thanks before going to give Mike his half melted ice cream.

The next time it happens she’s fourteen on the track field (Hawkin’s doesn’t have a football team), waiting to be flipped into the air by the cheerleaders to see if she’s good enough to be one.

And she really wants to be one. Because she sees the way they’re praised and how the boys seem to like a girl so much more when she’s wearing one of the uniforms.

But then it's her turn and Chrissy Cunningham is in front of her, bending down as she explains how she’s going to hold her and not let her fall. But Nancy can’t hear what she’s saying because all she’s focused on is the way Chrissy is looking at her under her eyelashes as she quickly picks a piece of grass off her skirt and smiles at her, saying she's got this.

And Nancy's heart does that little dance again as she shakes her head and says she can't before running off to the bleachers and sitting by the other freshman who had hurt her leg earlier as she decides she doesn't need one of those uniforms anymore.

But then she’s seventeen, almost eighteen, standing in Eddie Munson’s trailer (it’s actually a copy of his in a hellscape she’s gotten too familiar with over the past few years) looking up through a portal. And Robin Buckley who runs weird and talks too much is beside her making a dumb joke about Steve as he tumbles through.

But now it’s Nancy’s turn as she grabs the rope made of knotted sheets, tugging lightly to make sure it’s secure before lifting a leg to start climbing. Except she doesn’t make it the first time and she needs to swing her leg up again to loop it around the sheets.

And she’s going to do that but then Robin’s dropping to her knees and clasping her hands together, setting her shoulders as she looks up at Nancy with those big eyes. And suddenly she’s back on the field in ninth grade and then back at the lake with her heart losing it behind her ribs.

But now she knows the feeling because she’s gotten it before with boys with nice hair and kind eyes who she’s kissed and loved.

But just with boys. And Robin’s not a boy. She’s a girl offering up her hands for Nancy to step in, looking up at her with nervous eyes under that stupid maroon beret.

And Nancy does it. She plants a boot in her palm and finally swings her leg around the rope, pulling herself up as her heart settles in her throat.

And later when she grabs Robin’s hand and repeats what Chrissy had said years earlier, she feels her heart start up again, this time with a new understanding.

#bog drabbles #ronance #robin & nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance drabble #idk what this is :<

[bankholdup]

Robin and Nancy went out on dates, quite frequently too. They would take turns planning out date nights, sometimes double-dating with Steve and Eddie. One of the best dates Robin planned for them was building a giant blanket fort in her living room, complete with string lights, blankets, and pizza for them to have a movie marathon. The best date Nancy ever planned for them was a picnic, making the sandwiches and baking cookies for her and Robin to share. Laid out on the blanket, enjoying the sun and each other. Even though they always have these amazing dates, Robin's favorite nights are when she's sleeping over at Nancy's house. Maybe sleeping over at your girlfriend's house isn't exactly a "date" but it's still Robin's favorite nights. She likes getting to wear one of Nancy's shirts, cuddling up in her sheets. Her favorite part of their sleepovers is the morning, when they both wake up just a bit too early, staring into each other's eyes and smiling until Nancy leans in to give Robin a lazy morning kiss.

#sorry for all the ronance lately i just love them sm #dixon.fic #ronance #ronance drabble #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin x nancy #stranger things

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Pirates of the Caribbean Steddie + Ronance AU

So. I'm aware of the pirate Steddie AU, but what about a Pirates of the Caribbean AU?

Eddie as Captain Eddie Munson who lost his beloved ship, Hellfire, when he refused to carry "human cargo". He needs to repay his debt to Davy Jones, but newsflash - Eddie is actually a good guy and doesn't do shit to collect the souls he owes. He just collects misfits into his crew and tries to prepare for the moment he ends up in Davy Jones's locker. His crew has a lot of kids that lost their parents to the British navy - Dustin lost his dad and he joined the pirate crew to provide for his mom, Erica and Lucas were freed from a slave ship, El was being transported as a part of a circus/freak show...all that and more.

Nancy Wheeler is the daughter of the local British official, Mr. Wheeler. She would prefer to study and travel the world, but her only value lies in being married to a suitable person to expand the connections for her family. Nancy plays her role well and often talks to her assigned match, Steve Harrington, a son of a local wealthy merchant family. She and Steve are childhood friends and actually dated for a while, but it didn't work out, they function better as friends and they know it. They are both resigned to eventually being married, Steve finally having his family off his back and Nancy regaining some freedom in marriage with Steve because she knows he'll allow her to pursue her dreams, as much as possible.

The shitshow starts when Mr. Wheeler reconsiders the marriage and actually agrees to wed Nancy to a young officer from the navy, Jason Carver. Carver is traditionalist, considers Nancy more of a trophy wife and if Nancy thought that lifetime being married to her childhood friend and pretending to be in love would be dishonest, this is way way WAY worse. She and Steve try to plot, they try to figure something out, but Nancy's father forbids them to see each other as it would be improper.

As luck would have it, the pirate ship Hellfire targets their port next. It is well known for its connections to the Royal navy. However, what the pirate Robin Buckley - joined Eddie's crew at fifteen when her parents found her in bed with her music teacher (would be bad as it is, but the teacher was a woman, gasp!) - goes to plunder the house of the wealthy merchants and finds a handsome young man there instead. He tosses all contents of his parents' safe at her, already packed, and informs her that this is all hers if they take him and his friend out of this hellhole. Before Robin can react, Steve climbs the window to Nancy's room, tells her they're joining/being captured by the pirate crew (Nancy just rolls her eyes and says "well, beats marrying Jason fucking Carver") and that's how they end up on Eddie's ship.

Eddie just stares at the two and very guilty-looking Robin. "So. Are you joining us or are we capturing you for ransom?"

Steve returns his gaze and doesn't flinch when Dustin ransacks his very hastily put together sack of clothes. "Whichever allows us to stay longer. Now, shouldn't you set sail? The navy usually reacts by daybreak."

The pirates aren't happy about the newest addition, thinking Steve and Nancy would be a burden, but they soon prove themselves. They disregard their fancy clothes and scrub floors, climb and fulfill their duties without a single complaint. Nancy soaks in all information about navigation and shares what she knows about weather patterns from her studies, back when she was too young to get married and was free to do what she wanted. Steve inspects the crew's weapons and identifies when they could crack, which ones should be better maintained. When they ask him how the hell would a rich boy know this, he just shrugs and says that since his parents were never home, he often stayed with the local blacksmith, Benny, and observed him working. He would have liked to become a smith himself, but of course his parents wouldn't stand for it.

Of course they fall in love. Of course Steve adores the dashing captain with his heart, soaks in adventures, freedom, the new friends, but mostly just Eddie, Eddie who is vilified but always does the right thing. And of course Robin and Nancy fall for each other, finding in each other what their families refused to allow.

And maybe Eddie gets saved by Steve from his fate, moving in front of him when Jason Carver wants to kill him. Maybe Steve has to serve for ten years on the Flying Dutchman, but he'll be fine, because Eddie wants to pay his dues and will serve those ten years with him, no matter what Steve says. And in ten years Steve and Eddie will be free, because if in ten years someone who loves Steve waits for him on the shore, then the curse will be broken, and Robin and Nancy will be there. They will live on the shore, watch the sea every day. And in ten years, there will be a free room in their house for their two friends who didn't age a day, and neither did their love.

#steddie #ronance #stranger things drabble #steddie drabble #ronance drabble #stranger things au #sorry for my absence my sickness took all the will to write from me #so have an au treat #pirate au

[jus-let-me-read]

"Wait, Nance!" Robin called after her, almost tripping on a random grass patch, as she ran after her. "Nancy! I'm not really clear on the plan here!"

Only did Nancy reply once they arrived in the building they were supposed to sneak into. "Just follow me," Nancy annoyingly ordered, a rather awkward conversation with Jonathan about their relationship still fresh on her mind.

Robin simply gave her a two finger salute she was sure Nancy missed. "Okay then," she mumbled out quietly. Before bending down making sure Nancy didn't fall as she climbed onto the side railing to get to the broken window. Robin stayed silent as Nancy helped her into the building, weary of the old broken glass on the floor.

As they walked through the isolated dark hallway, the two occasionally looking around peeking into a room, Nancy was the first to break the silence.

"Sorry," Nancy apologized, her voice slightly echoing off the walls.

"Huh?" Robin looked at her. "What for?"

Nancy kicked at air as she awkwardly side stepped towards Robin. "I'm sorry for getting all bitchy on you. Everyone has just been getting on my nerves and I shouldn't take it out on you."

"Oh!" Robin said, cringing as she heard it echo. "That's alright. It's a high stressful time for you and all that." She shrugged, turning on her flashlight to keep her hands occupied.

"No," Nancy sighed. "It isn't okay. You've been the least annoying person to me right now." She admitted, looking to meet Robin's gaze, hoping to express something to her.

Robin sucked in her lips as she beamed. "I'm glad."

#stranger things #ronance #ronance drabble #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #takes place after ST4 and boys with a love triangle is the last thing shes looking for

[biboomerangboi]

Robin and Nancy have all the makings of a didn’t know they were dating troupe because okay here me out.

Robin has never really allowed herself to have a close friend who was a girl before, but her and Nancy have been through the trenches together. Like they get each other and yes Nancy is beautiful and wonderful and amazing but Robin isn’t going to let a crush get in her way of getting to know Nancy better. So yes in school they start eating together and then hanging out and Nancy actually seems interested in her pretentious movie choices, has even seen a few from dating Johnathan, so it makes sense to do movie nights together that somehow develop into sleepovers and sharing secrets and painting each other’s nails and at some point Robin comes out to her but nothing really changes they stay close they hang out and if they become more affectionate Robin is fine because it doesn’t really mean anything.

Nancy is not fine. Up until this point she’s been trying to convince herself it was like her friendship with Barb. That hanging out one on one with Robin was normal. Even if they did go to the diner alone together a lot. Under the guise of doing work together and getting something to eat. Cause Robin can be to fidgety in the library and Nancy never minded because hanging out with Robin was worth it. Especially if they shared a basket of fries or a milkshake together. And Nancy has missed touching someone just for comfort, her last two friends have unfortunately also been her boyfriends and she couldn’t relax with them because she was convinced every bit of affection had to mean something. Yet holding Robins hand is easy, curling up against her in her sleep is normal and she loves it. But then Robin comes out and she realises she wants it all to mean something. Even though Robin’s never hinted at wanting Nancy like that. So Nancy just buries her feelings and keeps being friends with her because she likes how close they are.

So they go on like this, they go to the movies together, go to the diner together, sleep in the same bed and hold hands and hug and hold each other tight convincing themselves that’s it’s all just friendship. Then one day Nancy is driving Robin somewhere and as she goes to leave Nancy kisses her. Not the big slow romantic kiss she’s been picturing in her head. But just a tiny little goodbye peck, and Robin doesn’t even react cause it feels so normal at first just smiles finishes what she was saying then gets out of the car with a quick “Bye, love you Nance, see you later.” Like she has said it all the time. And Nancy manages to be chill for 0.5 seconds before having a minor meltdown and Robin slides back into the car and it’s all: “did you?” “Did you?” “Did you mean it?” “Obviously” “did you?” “Of course I did.” Until they work it out.

So later that day they hang out, go to do their usual routine and when they go to pick up their movie Robin casually brings up to Steve that her and Nancy might be dating now. And Steve is like instant ??? Face because “You guys haven’t been together since March. I’ve been such a good friend not getting clingy when Robin abandons me to hang out with you cause I’m not a cock block and this whole time you’ve just been hanging out?? You hold hands all the time. What is this???” And Robin looks him dead in the eye, says “Eddie Munson.” And leaves holding her girlfriends hand the two of them giggling as Steve splutters in the background.

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