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caroldantops · 2 years

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touch me baby (tainted love)

ship: dark!nancy wheeler x reader; implied dark!ronance x reader

summary/request: nancy’s rules are meant to keep you safe. you find out the hard way what happens when you break them. (college au; post-hawkins)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: heavy dark tropes (18+, proceed with caution. dead dove do not eat. all usual spiels about not endorsing these things irl apply.), arguably yandere!Nancy, manipulation, gunplay, stalking, sexual assault (groping), drugging, implied somno, codependency, hurt/comfort but make it really fucked up, happy ending(?)

a/n: again, i need to emphasize that this is dark, and it is fictional. take my above warnings seriously.

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As you exit the library, you're unpleasantly surprised by the darkness that greets you. The streetlights and lights from the city are enough for you to see where you're going, but that's not really what you're worried about. You're far more worried about the promise you always kept to your girlfriend.

Nancy is a lot of things. Beautiful. Insanely smart. Fiercely protective. And as paranoid as they come. She doesn't show it in the sporadic, panicked way that most people often do - rather, she has a laundry list of rules that she asked you to follow to keep you safe.

Remember to eat at least two meals and drink plenty of water. Don't go out partying without her (She never wants to go to parties. Calls them "bullshit"). Always call her so she knows you got to your dorm safe from class. Take study breaks. If you're hanging out with friends, tell her who you're with, when, and where. Never stay out late alone. Remember you're hers.

Some people would call Nancy controlling - and they'd be right. But, you never fault her for it. You suspect that these fears of you being in constant danger come from her life in Hawkins that she seems to spare you a lot of details of. She promised that she would tell you more when the time was right, so you didn't press. That was your freshman year. You're both juniors now, and you don't know anything more.

Truth be told, you like that Nancy is overprotective of you. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy, like the blankets on her bed that always feel fresh out of the dryer. Her praise and adoration for how good you are for her fuel you more than you’d care to admit. The thought of upsetting her devastates you.

That's why you've never broken one of Nancy's rules. Until now.

You swore that you'd never be out past dark by yourself, promised to call her if you were going to study late so she could come meet you and she could walk you back to your dorm or her apartment. But you've lost track of time tonight, head too full of theories and complicated academia that made your head feel so full that you were sure your skull would crack under the pressure.

The worst part is, this is the second time this week you've been out late.

Monday night, you were lucky enough to run into Robin, Nancy's roommate, about halfway home. She was the one person Nancy truly trusted to escort you to your dorm. That night though, Robin brought you back to her and Nancy's apartment instead, saying something about how they were going to invite you over to watch a movie anyway. You were a little confused why Robin was out and about if she had plans to stay home, but you didn't question her.

The air was especially chilly that night, and Robin noticed you rubbing your bare arms.

"It's not really t-shirt weather anymore, y'know," she said, and without a second thought she draped her jacket over your arms.

"I don't wanna steal your jacket," you mumbled. Though, you had to admit you enjoyed the smell of her engulfing you as you tugged it over your body.

"It's fine, I'm wearing a sweater. Besides, Nancy would insist," Robin hummed. You knew she was right. Nancy was always shoving a sweatshirt in your hands when you left her place, mumbling about how you were going to catch a cold if you kept this up.

Nancy was clearly not happy with you when you got back to her apartment, but she didn't say anything besides a passive aggressive comment about how she was going to make you carry a cardigan in your backpack when she saw Robin's jacket around you.

You assumed that she would talk to you about it later, when Robin had fallen asleep, but she never did. In fact, the night was entirely normal after that one comment - which all things considered, wasn't even that cutting. Especially since she's always nagging you affectionately about staying warm. Maybe she figured it wasn't a big deal and what mattered was that Robin got you home safe.

Naivety at its best. Everything is a big deal to Nancy, even if she doesn't let you know it.

Tonight, there's no Robin to walk you home. You're too exhausted to think straight, so you didn't even attempt to give Nancy a call before you walked out of the library, deciding to just go straight to your dorm and call her when you got there.

With school still fully on your mind, you're distracted as you walk the path back to your dorm essentially on auto-pilot. A few cars drive by the sidewalk you're on, but other than that, the streets are quiet.

Maybe it's paranoia, probably instilled in you by Nancy's constant warnings, but you get that creeping feeling in the back of your neck when you feel like someone's following you. You turn around, scanning the darkness for any signs of life. Nothing.

"Stupid," you mumble to yourself, quickening your pace a bit.

Unfortunately for you, the sidewalk is long overdue for repairs. Your faster pace makes you miss the bump in the sidewalk that sends you tumbling to the ground. You groan, sitting up and clutching your knee. Blood starts to soak through your jeans, and you wince as you feel the material rustle against the fresh scrape.

As tears prick your eyes from the pain and pure exhaustion, you wish that Nancy was here. She'd get you into her car and drive you home, make you sit on the counter as she cleans out the scrape, kiss your forehead and call you brave for only squirming a little bit. Maybe you'll stop in one of the convenience stores nearby and see if you can call Nancy to ask her to pick you up.

Just as you stand up again, after attempting to roll your jeans over your bloody knee to no avail, something - someone - grabs you. You try to scream, but a gloved hand covers your mouth before you can even think about it. The figure dragging you into the empty alleyway isn't large by any means, but you soon realize that there's another masked figure helping, grabbing your legs to prevent you from kicking.

The person behind you backs up against the wall, one arm pinning your arms to your sides as their other hand keeps your mouth covered. You try to bite their hand, but their gloves are too thick for it to do anything. You blink away the tears clouding your already limited vision to try to see the figure that just dropped your legs.

Before you’re able to kick, the one behind you positions their legs to spread yours apart, preventing you from fighting back. You tremble as the person in front of you pulls something shiny from their side. It takes you a second to realize what it is, and by the time you do, the gun is being pressed against your throat.

You wish you could see their face, but the combination of the ski mask and dark alley make it impossible to make out any sort of features. This face void of any soul is scarier than if you could see if they were giving you a frigid expression or a twisted grin.

They trace the barrel of the gun along your throat, cool metal causing you to tense. Neither of them have said a word, but you can hear raspy breathing from behind you. They trail the gun down your body, yanking your shirt up so that you’re forced to feel it against your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut as your chest is exposed, nipples hardening because of the cool air.

You want to squirm away as they grope you, but the threat of the weapon pressed against you keeps you frozen in place. They must realize this, because your limbs are freed from their grasp so they can both have access to your body. With your eyes squeezed shut, you don’t know who’s doing what, who’s pushing their gloved hands under your bra, who’s grinding their palm against your center.

Suddenly, your eyes jolt open at the feeling of your face being grabbed. You didn’t even realize the hand over your mouth had disappeared, having fallen silent on your own. Panicked, you almost attempt to make a break for it, but the feeling of the gun pushed between your thighs makes you stiffen again.

You’re forced to look at the person in front of you. Their silhouette is a much smaller frame than you would’ve imagined, you realize now. You don’t have time to think about it, though. They’re the last thing you see as a cloth is pressed against your face, and the world fades away.

The sound of a gunshot rouses you from your unconscious state, but whatever you were drugged with is very much still in your system, so your world was still spinning far too much for you to figure out what was happening. The last thing you register before you fall unconscious again is Nancy’s voice.

You wake up with a churning in your stomach, and you roll over slowly to try to get in a different position to ease the waves of nausea. The room is dim, and you’re still out of it, so you’re completely unsure if you’re safe or not. That question is answered as you feel a cool wash rag pressing against your forehead and a glass of water being guided into your hands.

Nancy.

You try to sit up fast because you’re desperate to see Nancy’s face, but she stops you with a gentle hand. She mumbles soothing assurances of “it’s okay”, “you’re safe now”, “I’ve got you” as she guides you to sit up against the headboard of the bed. The drugs slowly leaving your system make it hard for you to make out any sort of expression on Nancy’s face. She doesn’t say anything until you’ve gulped down almost all of the water and the glass is set on the nightstand.

“Remember when you told me that keeping guns at my place was overkill?” She sits on the bed next to you, pulling you against her. You melt into her touch, brain still processing everything.

“What happened? How did I get home?”

Nancy calmly tells you about how she and Robin were getting worried that you didn’t call, so they both went out looking for you. Tears start streaming as she solemnly describes that you were knocked out when they found you, and her voice sounds far away as she tells you how she shot someone in the leg to disarm them until the police came. That explains the gunshot you heard, then.

Once you’re feeling more steady, she gets Robin to help bring you to the bathroom. Robin runs a bath while Nancy inspects the scrape on your knee. It’s started scabbing already, but she still makes sure to clean it. You ask for a kiss when she finishes. She’d never deny you that, especially in your quiet, needy state. Nancy covers your face in soft kisses, from your forehead to your cheeks to your lips. It makes her happy to hear you giggle under the affection.

Robin goes to leave the room as you get undressed for the bath, but you very meekly tell her she can stay too.

“I’ve gotta go take care of something, then I’ll be right back. Okay?” Robin assures you. You nod, letting Nancy help you into the warm water and start washing you. She scrubs your hair with your favorite shampoo, and gently rubs a washcloth over your skin. You frown when she gets between your thighs and you realize you’re sticky down there, but Nancy’s washed it away so fast you almost think you were imagining it.

“I don’t want to press it while you’re still shaken up,” Nancy says as she starts draining the tub. You tug the huge, fluffy towel tighter around your body as you wait for her to reorganize all of your bath supplies. “But this is why I told you never to be out at night without me. I need to protect you.”

“I know,” you whisper. She stands and pulls you into an embrace, not caring that your wet hair is soaking her sweater. “I know, Nancy. ‘M sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. But I’m not letting you out of my sight any time soon,” Nancy says firmly. You burrow your face further into her, sighing as you let her ground you, allowing her to take those flashes of memories of earlier tonight and assure you that you’ll never have to experience that again. “Maybe ever again.”

“I’m okay with that,” you laugh, but it’s more defeated than amused. Nancy smiles softly.

“Good.”

“Sorry, I had to…” Robin’s voice trails off. You turn in Nancy’s arms to look at her. She looks frazzled, but you suppose that makes sense considering everything. Her eyes dart to Nancy, and then she continues her train of thought. “Talk to the cops again. They were missing something from the report Nancy gave. I told them you didn’t want to talk, but they said they should have everything they need.”

You didn’t even know the cops showed up, but it must’ve happened while you were knocked out. You shake your head, affirming that you weren’t up for talking to the police. You trust that Nancy took care of everything. She kisses the crown of your scalp.

“Let’s get you to bed, babe,” Nancy whispers. You allow her to lead you to the bedroom, tugging on Robin’s shirt as you walk by her, signaling for her to come too. She hurries behind you.

Nancy tucks you in next to Robin after you’re in your pajamas, and the two of you are passed out almost immediately, Robin’s arms slung around your waist. She admires the scene of her two favorite people finding comfort in each other, taking her time with her own bedtime routine.

Wiping the little bit of makeup residue she still had on. Washing her face. Brushing her teeth. Changing into her silk pajama set. Turning off the lights.

As she’s getting into the bed on your other side, her foot knocks against something. She glares at Robin’s sleeping form, knowing very well who left her lockbox peeking out from under the duster. Nancy carefully pushes the metal container back underneath her bed, making sure the lock was snapped shut.

The last thing she wanted was for you to see the two pairs of black gloves tucked neatly underneath her gun. You’d certainly learned your lesson, so she was content in the knowledge that you would never need to see them again.

Nancy finally gets into the bed, pulling you against her. You mumble in your sleep, tucking your face into her neck automatically. Robin’s arm is still draped over you, her nose pressed against your shoulder. She smiles, lacing her hand with Robin’s resting on your hip.

Safe and sound.

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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Fake dating AU- set slightly in the future Johnathan comes back to Hawkins with a new girlfriend and desperate to prove she’s moved on also Nancy asks Robin to fake date her. (Ronance happy ending)

thanks for the prompt! i hope you enjoy :) i think i might flesh this one out more. maybe you'll see that pop up around november, i had too many ideas to stuff into this oneshot :D but hopefully the length makes up for the weight

them there eyes (5,507 words)

If Nancy had been better prepared, perhaps this whole mess would’ve never had the room to start up in the first place. All she needed was a phone call or two from El in casual explanation - a thirty second debriefing her ex-boyfriend’s exploits and current local. However, the phone calls from El, while frequent and enjoyable, rarely included any information about Jonathan. Whether that was specifically for Nancy’s benefit, she didn’t truly know.

All this to say that she was now, twenty-three and home for Thanksgiving, stood in the center of the soup aisle at Hawkins’ local grocery store completely dumbfounded. Not because of the soup, mind you.

But because Jonathan Byers and a girl - a human female - who Nancy had never seen before (sure she would’ve recognized her if she’d gone to their high school, their graduating class size was in the double digits) were also in the soup aisle. Sharing both a cart and a smile. She passed him a can of tomato soup and he, after ducking underneath his permanent fringe like an adolescent, pressed a kiss to her cheek quickly in thanks.

Nancy knew, vaguely, that she was staring. But something about the image rooted her to the spot. She wasn’t sure which was the most disturbing aspect. One: that Jonathan, arguably the first true love of her life, had been able to move on so exponentially that he was grocery shopping with somebody else. Or two: that she, the other half of Hawkins’ weirdest couple, was currently shacking up in her parents’ basement with negative romantic prospects.

She tried to recall the last true date she��d been on, scaling back all the way to the past February before she found a good example. It’d been horrific - he, in the name of feminism, had tried to get her to pay the whole bill. Not that she would’ve minded paying for half. That was understandable. But the whole bill? And he’d gotten a sirloin. She wasn’t made of money. She was a journalist - she ate ramen for dinner the majority of the time, if that.

Her mother, ever the hen, had practically forced her out the house door to run errands. She claimed it was a ‘nice day’ and Nancy should ‘get some fresh air’. It was pouring outside, absolutely storming. Nancy could hear it on the roof of the grocery store. But she supposed her mother had a point - she hadn’t gone outside since she’d gotten there three days before, content to bury herself underneath the household’s excess store of fuzzy blankets and slowly wade through the childhood VHS tapes collecting dust down beneath El’s old tent.

Had Karen Wheeler realized the abject horror she’d be subjecting her daughter to when she’d forced her out of the house that morning? Surely not. She never would have betrayed her like this.

Nancy continued to watch open-mouthed as the girl (who, by the way, was stunning) whispered something in Jonathan’s concealed ear. His face turned a shocking shade of red at whatever she had said. He glanced back towards the end of the aisle with a little nervous laugh, one that had Nancy’s stomach twisting up into her ribcage. She could remember making him laugh like that many times.

She knew she should just be an adult about this and walk away from the aisle. Nobody didn’t need Italian Wedding that badly. Besides, Nancy had a college degree. She was going places. She would be moving to New York City after this brief hiatus at home, making big bucks and traveling the world to report on its innumerable atrocities. Give it an hour and Jonathan Byers would once again be lingering only in the very corner of her mind, some distant ghost she forgot to remember most of the time.

And yet she stayed rooted to the spot. How had he, arguably the most emotionally unavailable man she’d ever known, gotten into a relationship that made him this happy? Made him so comfortable with PDA, when he’d shrugged off Nancy’s hands in high school more times than she could remember? It was absurd; impossible. She blinked once, twice, just to make sure this wasn’t some sort of putrid nightmare she’d stepped her way into. As she did so, her mind gifted her the wonderful possibility of that shared cart having a baby in it. A baby with a bowl cut.

She’d throw up. She’d leave town without notice, or do something drastic like shave her head. Change her name and move to Alaska, turning that journalism degree into firewood and using her hands for ice-fishing. Jonathan Byers is in love, in love with somebody other than her.

God, she was selfish, wasn’t she? Even as she acknowledged this, the jealous feeling continued to blossom.

“Nance?” Oh my god, this was worse. So, so much worse. Jonathan was talking to her. “Nancy Wheeler?”

“Hi, Jon,” She said, grimacing on the way to a smile. She was shocked she managed to speak at all, as opposed to much more viable option of projectile vomiting all over the red Campbell labels.

“Jesus,” He replied breathlessly - and why was he smiling? He was smiling like this was something pleasant. Jonathan ran a hand through his mop of hair, still slightly bowlish despite his grown age, and stepped forward to clasp their palms together. She was surprised he couldn’t feel her shaking as he did so.

Their breakup hadn’t been…bad, per say. Okay, well, actually it’d been horrific. Lots of shouting. Crying. The whole nine yards. He’d come clean in August about the college lie. She lost all trust in him. They attempted to do long distance again but without that trust - that communication - they fell apart. His passion for photography reignited and he was off to Europe that spring. She came inches away from kissing another girl at a college party and felt more in the pit of her stomach than she ever had with him. They broke up over the phone and then again in person; to make it more real, she supposed. Or more movie-like, maybe.

That’d been four years ago now. During that hiatus, she hadn’t seen him anywhere besides the annual Byers family Christmas card - because, of course, when one set of Byer/Wheeler siblings broke it off another rose from its ashes. Will and Mike were grossly in love, to the point of applying to all the same colleges and sharing a dorm under the guise of their infamous ‘best friend’ status. Due to their impending forever love, Nancy had known for a while she’d end up seeing Jonathan and his pasty little face at least one more time in her life.

She had no idea what to say in response to him. Her mouth was simultaneously dryer than the desert and so wet she could hardly speak through the gathering spit.

“How’ve you been?” She finally settled on. The woman, who’d been lingering at the cart, stepped up to bump Jonathan’s shoulder. Despite all of Nancy’s quickly heightening expectations, her eyes weren’t mean. They were the opposite, actually, which made things a little more difficult for Nancy.

It would’ve been much easier if she was hateable. But this girl looked positively wonderful. Perfectly put together. Everything Nancy wasn’t and never could be. As she and Jonathan’s hands disconnected, Nancy couldn’t help but glance at his palm to double-check his scar had stayed. At least a part of him was still marred by her, even only physically. She couldn’t say she’d been able to recover in the same way.

“Great,” He replied. It was so genuine it hurt. His toothy grin was like a bullet to the heart. “Just great. Oh! This is Bianca, by the way. My fiancee.”

Oh god, even worse! His fiancee. Jonathan Byers, who’d gotten up on his soapbox every time Nancy so much as casually suggested the pipedream of living together someday. That Jonathan Byers was engaged. Bianca smiled and it took everything in Nancy not to scream in pure horror. They shook hands.

“Nice to meet you,” Nancy said. It sounded as though she were speaking under water. Somehow Bianca’s beautiful smile only grew. Beneath her unruly bangs of black curl, her eyes were warm and brown. Nancy recognized those easily enough - Jonathan had a type, she concluded.

“Jon’s told me about you! You’re a journalist, right?” Bianca asked, practically forcing the words out through the gaps between her teeth. Nancy tried to hate her. She really tried.

“Yeah, yeah,” Nancy nodded, wiping her newly sweaty palm down the front of her pant leg. “I mean, I’m going to be. I’ve got a starter job at the AP office in New York City - I’m moving there after the new year.”

“Oh, excellent!” Bianca sounded completely genuine.

“What do you do?” Nancy asked, if only to fill up space in the air. She had to admit, she really wanted to know. Model, maybe? Garbageman? Bianca was a complete mystery. And, apparently, so was Jonathan.

“I’m a teacher,” Bianca replied. “Kindergarten.”

“At Hawkins Elementary?” Jonathan and Bianca shared one of those hearty laughs only people in love can have. Nancy was incredibly jealous.

“No, no, we live in New York City,” Bianca corrected. “We’re only here for Thanksgiving, since this is where Jon’s family is. Christmas we’re spending with my parents.” Nancy resisted the urge to bite out a snarky did I ask? and instead nodded pleasantly.

“Maybe I’ll see you in the city, then,” Nancy said. Yeah, she’d rather cut out her tongue than have to spend five more minutes in their lovesick presence.

“We should go out to dinner while we’re all here,” Jonathan suggested. She could’ve choked him out with her bare hands - right there in the middle of the grocery store. What had she done to deserve this strange and unusual punishment?

Nancy swallowed tightly as Bianca said something in agreement. She imagined what that might look like: third-wheeling her ex-boyfriend and his new, perfect fiancee in her hometown. What a hellish experience.

So you can’t blame her for what she said next. It would be like blaming a deer for getting itself hit by a car, or a bird for crashing into a window - a better solution required too much forethought for Nancy to handle. She rushed forward with the only thing she could think of, regretting the words even as they were coming out of her mouth.

“I’ll have to see when my girlfriend’s free.” Jonathan’s face stayed politely neutral. Bianca’s eyebrows went up into her bangs, but to her credit she looked more distantly delighted than disgusted.

“Sure!” Bianca was quick to reassure, the tone half of people tended to whenever Nancy came out. As if she truly cared about Bianca’s opinion of who she did and did not have sex with. “Sure, yeah. Let’s set a tentative Thursday date, hm? And you can ask her about it and then phone up the Byers’ place - we’re staying in their guest room.”

“Who’s your girlfriend, Nance?” Jonathan asked. He just didn’t know when to quit, did he? She couldn’t help but grit her teeth together, the smile becoming more a snarl every second that passed.

“You do, actually.” She racked her brain for potential women: considering, just for a moment, how funny it would be to bring El to the sham of a double date. But the only girl Nancy could really consider (or, though she didn’t admit this to herself, the only girl she wanted to consider) was Robin.

Robin, who was as much as Nancy’s other half as she’d been that final summer before everything ended. Her freshman roommate had gotten absolutely sick of Nancy writing pages of letter early into the night, shipped off first to Indiana and then, when Robin moved overseas for a few years, to Paris. This past summer Nancy had flown out to visit her. They’d shared a bed for the first time since August 1987, legs tangled together and words carefully unspoken. Those early mornings by the Seine, so close and yet so far, kept her up at night more often than not. They hadn’t really spoken much since that summer, too busy to reach out…

Still, if Nancy could recruit anybody to play pretend, it would be Robin.

“It’s Robin,” Nancy said, effectively sealing the deal. Jonathan clapped her on the shoulder, an action that sent her nearly leaping across the aisle.

“I should’ve guessed,” Jonathan said. “You guys have been dancing around each other for years.” Nancy recovered from her shock at his casual touch to frown at that particular comment. What the hell did he mean by that?

“Yeah,” She said aloud, because what else was there to say? Inside, however, her mind was on the verge of exploding. The fiancee was plenty to distress about, but now - apparently - Jonathan thought she and Robin had something. Something actually palpable. So real even he could see it with his aforementioned emotional immaturity. She decided to shake it off. Jonathan Byers was a fool. He always had been, even in his best moments. Nancy just continued to smile, pretending to pay attention and instead deliberating on how she’d be breaking the news to Robin. Because Robin needed to agree. How embarrassing would that be if she didn’t?

“What are you doing on Thursday?”

“I’ll have to check my calendar - I’ve got a long going on. A lot of friends that I definitely have.”

“My apologizes to the big Hollywood writer.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Robin’s grin was audible and it made Nancy’s stomach twist itself into a permanent knot. “What’d you have in mind?”

“I’m gonna ask you for a big favor,” Nancy began, unsure where to start otherwise.

“If it involves the Upside-Down, it’s a no-go.” Nancy laughed despite herself. It felt like Robin was always getting her to do that.

“It’s worse. It’s dinner with Jonathan and his fiancee.” Best to rip the bandaid off. Silence on the other line.

And then Robin burst into laughter so loud it cut out halfway through. Nancy bit back a sigh and leaned against her peeling kitchen wall, shutting her eyes as if Robin were right in front of her instead of on the opposite end of town, mooching off her own parents.

“How the hell did you swing that?”

“I ran into them at the grocery store.”

“You poor thing.”

“So you’ll do it?” Nancy asked, taking on a hopeful tone. Robin hummed a vague affirmative. “Because, uh. There’s another element to it.”

“You’re changing the rules after I already agreed?”

“I told them you were my girlfriend.” Another bout of silence, this one not nearly as pleasurable. Nancy had stunned Robin so much she couldn’t speak - it was highly uncharacteristic and deeply uncomfortable.

“Why?” Robin sounded almost hurt. Nancy’s heart dropped to the soles of her shoes.

She knew it was silly to even consider a relationship with Robin in the first place. Not like she’d ever go after it - their friendship was too important, too necessary to breathe for Nancy to push. There had been some moments over the past few years, especially those brief pauses in Paris where Robin would turn and there’d be something on her face that made Nancy kickstart her heart. But she knew, really, it was in her head. And the implication that Robin, a constellation in the sky to Nancy’s shitty little telescope, would date her was not something Robin probably enjoyed.

“I freaked out,” Nancy admitted. “They were just so perfect, standing there buying soup together and smiling like freaks and wearing matching rings. I couldn’t take it.”

“It’s okay,” Robin said. The humor had returned to her voice. Maybe Nancy’d imagined the hurt. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“It’s so weird that you can drive now,” Nancy commented, laughing to release the iron fist around her heart. She could Robin’s responding giggle on the other line.

“Bye, Nance.”

“Bye,” Nancy murmured, standing there like a complete fool even after the only other voice on the phone was the dial tone, hands gripping the receiver like a lifeline.

Thursday rolled around much faster than Nancy hoped it would. It felt like a death sentence looming over the first half of the week. She nearly sliced her finger clean off while cutting up an apple on Wednesday; she’d been too busy considering all the harrowing possibilities of how Robin would react to Nancy dropping down on one knee and proposing.

Either she was insane or Jonathan was right. She wasn’t sure which was worse. It felt terrible, getting hope from her ex-boyfriend. You guys have been dancing around each other for years. Was he right? Had they been? Was it obvious? More importantly: was it reciprocated?

Ugh. What a complete mess. Nancy flopped down into her father’s laz-e-boy, vacant for the first time since she’d been home, and tried to resist the urge to run away. The kitchen clock, a clunky little thing from the nearby Kmart, clicked with reckless abandon.

“Shut up,” Nancy said to the huge and absolutely absurd fish tank her mother had installed beside the couch her sophomore year of college. “I know.” The goldfish gurgled something. Probably an insult.

The doorbell rang out through the empty house like the slice of a guillotine.

“Nancy?” Robin’s voice came muffled through the front door.

“Coming!” Nancy shouted in affirmative. She smoothed out the bottom of her skirt, shooting a quick glance over at the circular mirror in the foyer before swinging open the door with much more force than necessary.

There was both a pro and a con to Robin on her doorstep. Pro: Robin had dressed relatively formal, which was out-of-character for her. After a vague mention of Robin’s residency in Paris sent Bianca into a gushing spiral over French food, they’d decided on the only French restaurant in Hawkins; fairly fancy decor and subtle black tie included. Con: Robin looked absolutely breathtaking in pressed dress pants and a tight white shirt. Her slender body, all long and rigid limbs, seemed elegant in that outfit. She looked absolutely perfect and Nancy was going to die.

“We need to debrief,” Robin commanded, forgoing a hello and instead offering her elbow to Nancy with a familiar grin. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion - but took her arm nonetheless.

“Debrief on what?” She locked the door behind her, allowed to be on the stoop for a mere five seconds before Robin was yanking the both of them as some two-headed monster. She tripped on the last step in the sidewalk and nearly went face first down on the cement. “Jesus, I’m wearing heels!”

“I realized on the drive over that we’ve got no proper story,” Robin started to explain. She was a speedracer in both speech and talk. Nancy had to jog to keep up, not wanting to go ragdoll in her arms. “How’d we get together? How long have we been dating? Are we gonna live together? Who takes out the trash? Who pays for the food? Are we going to buy a dog or a cat?”

“Do you seriously think Bianca’s gonna care if we’re cat people?” Nancy asked incredulously. Robin all but yanked open the passenger door, nearly wrenching it off the side of her shitty little Beetle.

“These are important questions!” Robin snapped, rounding the hood of the car to hop into the driver seat. She started the car before Nancy had gotten both feet inside.

“Slow down, Rob,” Nancy admonished softly, reaching out a hand to cover up the gear shift before Robin could yank it and probably send them careening into her neighbor’s driveway. Robin looked up feverishly. Her face was a stark, intense pink. The sudden eye contact knocked all breath from Nancy’s lungs. She moved her hand over and up to caress Robin’s wrist comfortingly. “It’s okay. It’s Jon. Not that hard to impress.”

“I thought you wanted to prove you’ve got yourself together,” Robin pressed, eyebrows knitted. Nancy had no proper reply, because she did. She desperately did. She also (mainly) wanted to pretend, for a night, that Robin would even consider being her girlfriend.

“You don’t need to kill yourself to do that,” Nancy said, half a joke and half serious. Robin glanced down at their connected skin, eyes unreadable. She laughed breathlessly and released Robin’s wrist, realizing too late she’d been caressing it for longer than necessary. For a moment it looked like Robin’s face had fallen - but maybe it was a trick of the light. She turned the key silently. As they were backing out of the driveway, Robin let out a heavy breath - it sounded like she’d been holding it for eons.

“We started dating in Paris,” Robin decided. “We’re moving to New York together.”

“Studio or one bedroom apartment?” Nancy asked. Robin hummed.

“Studio, I like enclosed spaces,” She decided. Nancy nodded.

“One cat,” They said in unison, grinning goofily at each other in encouragement.

“It’s hairless,” Robin added.

“No way, those are expensive!” Nancy gasped.

“We’re together enough to afford a hairless cat,” Robin argued. “You the journalist and me the famous, wealthy poet.”

“Wealthy and poet don’t normally go together,” Nancy retorted.

“I’m a different breed,” Robin shrugged. “It’s a left here, right?” Nancy nodded. She flicked on her clicker absently.

“We switch off cooking dinner,” Nancy suggested.

“We have taco nights,” Robin added. “You cook the meat, I’m no good with that.”

“We share sweaters.”

“You wouldn’t fit in mine, they’re too big.”

“You’re not that much taller than me. I like big clothes, anyway.” Robin glanced over at Nancy in the passenger seat. Her face was lit up by the headlights of the car facing them. She looked positively angelic as she laughed. Nancy realized, not for the first time in her life, that she wanted to spend the rest of her life making Robin laugh like that.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Nancy had to physically hold down her mouth to keep her teeth from chattering together. For no reason in particular, Hawkins Main was much chillier than her empty col-de-sac. She was shivering before they even really stepped out of the car.

“I can see them inside,” Robin said, taking Nancy up by the elbow again and pulling her along on the sidewalk. “God, you’re freezing.”

“It’s just the early stage of hypothermia, it’ll be fine,” Nancy said. They stopped about five feet from the doorway of the restaurant. Through the foggy windows of the front she could see the black curls of Bianca and Jonathan’s mousy brown towards the back. She bet she’d have a six pack by the night of the night, judging by the way she was clenching her muscles just at the thought of conversation.

A heavy weight suddenly on her shoulders caused her to break her absent staring contest. She glanced back at Robin, who was now only in her sweater, floral white shirt, and dress pants.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Nancy said. Robin shrugged and shoved her hands into her pockets idly. She kicked at the dust on the sidewalk.

“I wanted to,” She said simply. “Wanna go in?” Nancy pulled the coat closer to her chest and, as they stepped through the tiny doorway into the restaurant, hid her blush behind a puffy sleeve.

“Nancy!” Bianca called out just as soon as they’d stepped in, as if she had some sort of radar beacon set to go off whenever Nancy entered her general vicinity. Nancy gritted her teeth and waved back. They maneuvered their way past the relatively crowded front to their tiny table in the back. Nancy sat across from Jon, Bianca from Robin. She laid the coat on the back of her chair as if it were something priceless.

“It’s cold out tonight, right?” Robin said amicably, rubbing her hands together. Under the table, the side of her flat knocked into Nancy’s heel. With her long legs she often had a difficult time finding room underneath tables. “I’m Robin, by the way.”

“Bianca,” Bianca waved. Her engagement ring glinted in the dim lighting. “And yes. It’s horrible. I grew up in California, I’m not made for this.”

“It’ll be worse on the East coast,” Nancy promised, not necessarily rude but not particularly nice. “I remember weeks like this at Emerson.” Robin’s foot knocked hers again. Nancy knocked back.

“I’m so excited to move to the city, though,” Bianca gushed. “I love New York. All the lights and the people.”

“You gotta walk fast,” Robin laughed. “But we’ll get used to it.” She covered Nancy’s foot with her own.

“Are you moving with Nance in January?” Jonathan spoke up for the first time that evening, gesturing between the two of them. To Nancy’s extreme disappointment, he hardly looked bothered. In fact, he looked pleased. Happy for her, even. She couldn’t stand it.

“Yes!” Robin smiled at Nancy. She reached over to squeeze Nancy’s open palm, which was spread out on the tablecloth and waiting for her. Though she’d been anticipating it, the touch still left her heartbeat spiking. “I’m a writer, so I can really live anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t want to go anywhere without her,” Nancy replied, voice sickly sweet but words painfully true. Bianca smiled big and bright at her. She was beautiful and it hurt. She ached over it.

“Oh, sorry - here’s the menu,” She said suddenly, passing a menu over to Robin and Nancy’s connected hands. “Completely forgot!”

“It’s fine,” Robin promised. As Nancy held the menu up in front of their hands, neither dropped the handhold; even though nobody important was paying attention. “Escargot?”

“Soup,” Nancy corrected. “I’m cold.”

“We order both and share,” Robin suggested. “Just like we did in Paris.”

“I miss those mornings,” Nancy grinned distantly, eyes faraway and back in a place where she’d been desperately happy. “Breaking off baguette pieces.”

“A hearty breakfast,” Robin agreed. “Une pain.” Her French accent was heavy and exaggerated and, as it always did, made Nancy laugh.

The waiter came by then, some well-dressed teenager who looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. It reminded Nancy of Robin and Steve at the video store, dull-eyed and joking, doing everything possible to never actually do their jobs.

“I’ll get the duck,” Bianca said sweetly. Jonathan gave the waiter an awkward, tight-lipped smiling in greeting.

“The rib-eye for me.”

“We’ll have the onion soup and the escargot,” Nancy ordered for the both of them, passing the menu back to the silent waiter. He nodded and removed himself swiftly.

“You order for her?” Bianca asked with an eyebrow raised, though her tone was teasing.

“We always end up eating each other’s food anyway,” Robin explained with a shrug. “So - Bianca - what do you do for work?” As she and Bianca launched into an in-depth conversation on the pros and cons of elementary teaching, Nancy sat back in her chair and realized just how easy this was. Pretending to be a couple felt like second nature; almost unspoken, in a way. She supposed they’d already crossed most of the lines.

Sharing food and clothing and holding hands. Vacationing together. Something began to dawn on Nancy that she’d never considered before. Robin caught her eye over the entrees a half hour later, in the middle of laughing over some stupid joke Jon had just told. It clicked. Nancy laughed back.

Outside the restaurant, the four gave their goodbyes. Nancy would no doubt be seeing the couple over for Thanksgiving anyway, but she still found herself getting Bianca a friendly hug before she left. The girl had grown on her - and anyway, a night with Robin would have her shaking the hand of terrorists.

As Robin fished through Nancy’s - her’s, technically - coat pocket to find her keys, Jon tapped Nancy’s upper arm to get her attention. It was one she had never seen before. Perhaps it was new. Perhaps he’d learned it from Bianca.

“You guys seem really happy,” He said. Nancy, suddenly, felt cold water pricking the corners of her eyes. It was overwhelming how much she wanted this. She wanted Robin, like this, forever. It hurt to recognize. Jon squeezed her arm one more time and stepped back.

“So do you,” Nancy choked out.

“Nance! Ready to go?” Robin asked. She’d moved away as she and Jon had begun to speak, patting Bianca on the back with a promise of going out for coffee once both couples had settled into the city. Nancy wiped at her eyes with the back of her sweater. Jonathan, to his credit, pretended not to notice.

“Sure,” She said. The play was over.

Back inside Robin’s car, the silence was overbearing. Robin turned the key slowly. All the fervor from the drive over was drained out of her. Nancy watched Bianca tuck herself into Jonathan’s side as they walked down the sidewalk together. Unbeknownst to her, Robin watched Nancy.

“What’d he say to you?” Robin asked quietly.

“Nothing,” Nancy said. Robin tsked in the back of her throat, shaking her head.

“Clearly he said something wrong, you’re crying,” She murmured. As Nancy looked down toward her tangled hands in her lap, Robin reached over with a soft finger to wipe underneath her eye.

“It’s fine,” Nancy muttered.

“Tell me.” Robin’s voice was soft but firm, as she tended to be. And Nancy could never refuse anything Robin told her to do.

“He said he was glad I was happy,” Nancy admitted. She lifted her head but not her eyes, focusing only on the center dash controls instead of Robin’s eyes. If she looked up, it’d be over.

“I’m not sure I understand,�� Robin said. “Isn’t that what you wanted? For him to think you’re doing well?”

“I wish I was actually doing well, Rob,” Nancy replied bitterly.

“Who says you’re not?” Robin retorted. “You don’t have to follow the normal line of college-marriage-kids to be happy. You know you’d never be satisfied with that. It’s not your fault.”

“That’s not the issue,” Nancy all but groaned, flopping her head back onto the carseat and screwing her eyes shut.

“Tell me, then.”

“I wish it were real.” The words came out nearly unintelligible. Rushed. Nancy desperately hoped Robin could not decipher it.

“You wish…what, the date?” Robin asked.

“This,” Nancy explained harshly, gesturing in between the two of them. She mustered enough courage to look up at Robin. She was staring at Nancy. Her face was slack. It was difficult to read her expression through the darkness of the parking lot, shrouded halfway by darkness.

“Us?” Robin’s voice was carefully quiet.

“I want the apartment and the cat and the stupid baguettes,” Nancy said, embarassed to find she was already on the verge of tears once again. It was just - all these feelings suddenly erupting to the surface, all with the name ROBIN BUCKLEY written across. In bright, unavoidable ink. It was a death sentence, loving her so much. “I want you. I want to be happy with you in every sense of the word. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” Robin asked. Nancy stared at her incredulously as Robin began to grin. It was slow but definitely there, a soft rising sun on the bottom half of her face.

“Why am I-” Nancy scoffed, shaking her head and turning to look resolutely out the window. Bianca and Jonathan had disappeared, the sidewalk blissfully empty. “Because I just destroyed our friendship. Because I wanted to make Jonathan Byers jealous. Jonathan Byers. I haven’t cared about his opinion of me in years!”

“I, for one, had a great time making Jonathan Byers jealous,” Robin said. Nancy could hear the grin in her voice. “You shouldn’t apologize, Nance, because I - I’m on the same page.”

And then, and then - blissfully, thankfully, like a dream - Robin’s hand appeared in Nancy’s peripheral vision to grab onto her chin and yank her head the opposite direction. Nancy had barely enough time to part her mouth in an unspoken question before Robin was kissing her fiercely. Her lips were pleasantly dry, thoroughly bitten through by an anxious mouth. Nancy liked the way Robin’s fingers gripped her chin and cheek, pulling her close and closer still to get better access to her mouth.

They pulled apart after a fierce conversation with only tongue and lip, so aggressive Robin’s pants came out in visible bursts of air. Nancy could feel her breath hit the tip of her nose, they were that close.

“Don’t apologize,” Robin repeated breathlessly.

“Okay,” Nancy agreed, equally as out of breath. “Sure.”

“He deserved a little payback anyway,” Robin said. Nancy blinked. She’d forgotten a world existed outside of Robin Buckley’s mouth.

“Who?”

“Jonathan,” Robin said, as if Nancy should’ve realized. “For making me jealous everyday of senior year.”

“Seriously?”

“Who doesn’t want to share baguettes with Nancy Wheeler?” Robin replied incredulously. Nancy kissed her again, because words were useless when it came to matters of love like this. Robin didn’t seem to mind.

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With a Comma After Dearest Part 1

A Ronance Note Passing Au

Robin’s tired. So goddamn tired. Like the soul was physically sucked out of her body and all that was left was this mess of a blob that she had to carry around all day tired. She hates it. Hates the feeling of just getting through the day just to go home and try to sleep, but never succeeds.

It hasn’t been this bad in a while. Not since July. But at least then she had more of an excuse. Then she was taken by Russians and tortured, heard Steve’s screams through the long hallway of the bunker. Now, what does she have to say? She willingly jumped into an alternate dimension portal to save her friend and willingly went back again to kill an evil wizard. She didn’t see the visions her friends did, didn’t watch her friends almost die. No, she came out unscathed, just mild horrors to be seen. The sleepless night shouldn’t be happening.

But they are. Have been ever since that first night after spring break. Waking in a cold sweat, immediately calling her friends to know that they were ok. Resigning herself to only getting the amount of sleep she did or sneaking out her window to go to Steve’s. That way when one of them had a nightmare, they might actually be able to sleep after that. She can’t rely on him as much as she wants, especially if she wants him to have any semblance of a life. But she just can’t help it.

He’s never said anything about it, always willing to drop anything to come make sure she was ok. Not like he was doing anything either, just laying alone in that giant house of his. But now that Eddie’s been released from the hospital, they’ve been spending more time together, Steve helping him through the nightmares. And she sees the way they look at each other, she knows that something’s going to happen between them too, even if they can’t see it yet.

So she has to learn how to do things on her own sometimes. She can still rely on him if she needs it, he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. He just might need some space and nights alone, meaning that Robin would have to start being alone. If only that thought alone didn’t terrify her.

She walks into the bathroom and is met with the giant bags under her eyes. Barely having the energy to even get dressed in the morning, it’s not like she has the energy to cover them up. Her mom asks her questions, and her dad gets worried. All she could tell them were lies, that it was just nerves about some test or college applications, and that’s why she couldn’t sleep. She splashes some cold water on her face, trying anything to keep her awake for three more periods.

Slowly she makes her way to her next class and prays that she won’t fall asleep.

. . .

Nancy is walking to her next class when she spots Robin. Hunched over, clutching books close to her chest, and shuffling into the classroom. She looks like she hasn’t gotten any sleep at all, Nancy knows the feelings. It’s not like she’s been able to sleep that well the last few weeks. She’s just had four years of practice to make sure no one knew it was happening. It would go away soon, she knows. Slowly compartmentalizing in her mind until the memories fade away, only to haunt her again when she doesn’t want them to.

But Robin, she’s still new to this. Sure there was the summer, but that was only once. It took Nancy three times around to be able to train her mind to forget the images that plagued her mind. And even then it wasn’t perfect.

There were always people that Nancy could rely on though. Steve and Jonathan when she was dating them, and sometimes even Mike when they both needed someone to talk to. Someone was always there to help her fall back asleep, assure her that she was safe, and that they were okay.

Does Robin have anyone to do that? Nancy assumes she has Steve, but it’s not like they live that close. And they’re not dating, so it’s not like they would spend that many nights together. She can’t imagine what Robin would do, climb out her window and bike all the way to Steve’s, or call him and he then drive over to her. Time spent in panic when someone could already be there to calm her down.

Nancy wants to be there for Robin. They live a lot closer and could have sleepovers on nights when one of them just needed someone to help get them through the night. But she hasn’t had time.

Ever since the “earthquake” the school paper has had endless stories. Student testimonials and memorials. News about the repairs and charity drives. A constant reminder of what they didn’t stop quite in time.

Because of that, Nancy hasn’t had time to think about herself, let alone someone else. The stories are slowing down and life is returning to normal. Meaning that she should be too, or at least trying to. That way she could focus on her future and get through the rest of the year. Finally leave Hawkins behind and start the next part of her life, away from danger.

After the bell rings, Nancy sees Robin again, half asleep wandering through the halls. She wants to go up to her, ask her if she’s alright. If maybe she wants to come over after school and take a nap knowing that someone is there to protect her. It’s what Nancy would want Robin to do, so why can’t she do it herself?

Maybe it’s because she and Robin don’t know each other that well. They hung out a lot during spring break, but how much can you really learn about a person while saving the world? That doesn’t stop her from wanting to get to know her more. Somewhere along the line, she and Robin bonded. Maybe Nancy could have a best friend again, she just has to take the first step.

Robin stops, exchanging a book in her locker before walking through the hall again. Nancy tries to speed up and catch her, but she misses her in seconds. Looking at the locker at her right, she gets an idea. Ripping out a page of her notebook, she writes a note and pushes it through the slits of the locker, hoping that Robin responds.

. . .

Robin,

Hey, I just wanted to check up on you. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to hang out that much, I’ve been really busy with the newspaper. We have so many stories to write about the “earthquake” that I’ve been working overtime just to get all of them edited. Really it’s so annoying, especially since we know what happened. I just want to go back to writing stories about the mystery meat, as much as it pains me to say that.

But anyway. I really did just want to check up on you. Our schedules don’t really align that much but when I pass you in those halls, you look so alone. Not to say that you don’t have friends or anything. But I know that feeling of just wanting to isolate yourself after what happens, and I know you have Steve to help deal with all of this but, I guess I just wanted to make sure that you knew you could talk to me too.

I’ll leave my number on the bottom in case you don’t have it. Please feel free to call me anytime, really. I want to be there for you.

From,

Nancy

(P.S., my locker number is A350 if you want to respond. No pressure though!)

Robin reads the letter that fell out of her locker again, shocked that it isn’t some prank. The first thought that crossed her mind was that it was some jock who just wanted to poke fun at the band geek who looked like shit. Not like it’s unheard of.

However, when she opened the letter and read it, she smiled instead of balling it up and throwing it away. It’s the first time she’s heard from Nancy in weeks. Ever since school started up again, Robin would see her running through the halls from class to class, and then right to the newspaper room during lunch and after school. She thought that Nancy had forgotten about her, but she was wrong.

The last bell rings for the day and Robin curses under her breath, stuffing her bag full of books before booking it to the parking lot, Steve waiting for her like always.

“No offense, but you look like shit,” he says as she slides into the passenger seat.

“How anyone fell for your charm, I will never know.”

He pulls out of the parking lot. “Eh, after school doesn’t really work all that much anymore. But uh- seriously. Have you been sleeping?”

Robin yawns. “I’m fine.”

“That’s not what I asked. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. I’m worried about you, you haven’t called that much and you can barely walk to the car when I pick you up. I just- I just want you to know that I’m still here, if you need to talk about it, that’s all.”

“I know. I just didn’t want you to come over as much and I can’t keep biking to your place in the middle of the night.”

Steve turns, taking the longer way to her house as he does every day so they can talk more. “Then call me, we can just fall asleep on the phone like we used to.”

“Aren’t you a little preoccupied now,” She switches the conversation, getting the spotlight off of her.

“The hell does that mean?”

“I mean that you and Eddie have been spending a lot of nights together.”

He pauses, not immediately biting back. “He’s been having a tough time with everything ok, that’s it.”

Robin hums disbelievingly. “Uh huh, sure. Let me know when that changes.”

She digs through her backpack to find her water bottle and stumbles upon the note Nancy left in her locker. If she had another five minutes, she would have responded. Pulling it out, she looks at it, reading through the words again.

“What’s that?” Steve asks as he turns down her street.

“Nancy left me a note in my locker, checking in on me.”

He parks in front of her house. “That’s nice. You going to respond?”

“I think so. It’d be nice to have someone else to talk about all of this, you know.”

“Yeah I know,” he nods. “Call me, ok. Don’t just think you have to go through this alone. No matter what, you still have me, ok.”

Robin nods. “Yeah, I know. And I will. Promise.”

When she gets to her room, she basically falls on her bed, debating if she should take a nap. But it might be the only sleep she gets tonight, so it’d be best to do it later. Looking at the letter in her hand again, she decides to write a response.

. . .

Dear Nancy,

How thoughtful of you to check up on little ole me. I should be the one checking up on you. So how dare you getting to it first.

In all seriousness though, I’ve been ok, I guess. I haven’t really been sleeping, which is why I look like complete shit all the time. But it’ll go away soon. I hope at least. Steve has been spending a lot of time helping Eddie out, so I haven’t been able to lean on him as much as I did after the summer. It’s been kind of weird going through this sort of alone. But I guess I’m not anymore, 'cause I have you.

I figured you were busy with the newspaper. I would see you running through the halls right past me, not even saying a quick hello. I don’t blame you for missing me, not like I was trying to stand out anyway. We should hang out, sometimes. If you have time, that is. I don’t really have a lot of friends, especially those who I can talk to about this. What I’m trying to say is that it would be nice, I think.

So uh, here’s my number in case you don’t have it. We’re the only Buckley’s in town though so if you need to, we’re in the book.

Your friend,

Robin

(P.S. Also, thought it would be funny to greet and sign these letters as they would back then. You know, for laughs and shit.)

(P.P.S I know you already have my locker number, but it’s B102 if you forgot)

Nancy smiles as she reads the letter, immediately pulling out a piece of paper and writing a response.

I will start a tag list if anyone is interested. This will be multiple parts, I'm thinking somewhere between 5-10.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #note passing au #background steddie #steve harrington #mentioned eddie munson #with a comma after dearest fic #part 1 #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #ronance fanfic #getting together #pining #note passing #post season 4

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 2 of 2

Incel!Perv!Jonathan Byers x Dark!Latina!Reader

Angst/Smut : Dark Fic : Enemies to Lovers : College AU

Summary: You ask for Jonathan’s to embark on a road trip with you to terrorize a girl you’re seeking revenge on. Meanwhile, Jonathan has plans to blackmail you to assert ‘his power’ over you via the advice of his incel community. Things go south in his plan, once he meets your enemy who happens to be a familiar someone.

A/N: Had fun writing this. It was camp, it was weird, it was unhinged and i love that for these characters. I love Nancy. This isn’t Nancy slander. Just want to play around with an evil side to these characters. Hope you all enjoy and thank you for reading.

Part 1 Here

Word Count: 6.6k+

Warnings: breaking into house, vandalism, some fluffy moments, loss of virginity (m), graphic language, yandere!reader, past nancy x reader, past jonathan x nancy, hint of ronance, past cheating (not by reader nor jonathan), hurt!reader, hurt!jonathan, mentions of child and domestic abuse, dark!nancy, everyone is insane, oral (m receiving), p in v (unprotected sex), if you squint mommy kink, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, slight degradation kink, hair pulling, choking, creampie, small anal play, cum eating, switch!jonathan, switch!reader, nipple play, passionate rough sex, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, finger sucking, biting, scratching, ‘papi’ kink, spit kink, corruption kink (even tho Jonathan and Reader are corrupt already)

You awoke before him, freshening up and dressing up in your cutest outfit so that when he awoke, he wouldn’t be able to take his hands off you. When you walked back into the room, Jonathan was still peacefully asleep. He looked so beautiful and innocent, you could watch him all day. So you attempt that very thought, climbing back in bed and staring at him.

He must’ve sense this because he tossed and turned a little before his eyes fluttered open.

Stretching and yawning, he blinks up at you. “Morning.” The sexy, raspiness of his voice upon waking up made you throb between your legs.

“Good morning, mi amor.” With your face hovering over his, you placed a kiss to his lips. His body jolts a little with surprise.

You pulled away, running your fingers through his hair.

“What’d you do that for?” He asks.

“Because I can. Now go freshen up. We’ll be hitting the road again soon.” You pecked his lips once more before releasing him.

Jonathan had a wonderful night’s sleep. After last night activities, he found himself sleeping like a baby after countless nights of restlessness. It felt good sharing the bed especially when he got to cuddle up against you. You were so warm and soft. He was beginning to genuinely like you and not for the company of your body or anything sexual but for all of you. As fucked up as you were.

He’s in the shower currently and his mind drifts off to the things you two had done. Your lips luscious and full. He couldn’t wait to feel them on his again. What he really anticipated, though, was finally getting to penetrate your tight cunt. The way you swallowed his fingers inside you last night convinced him that you would take his cock just as hungrily. You were absolutely drenched from his mouth tasting you and he’d only just gotten started. He already missed your sweet taste.

Blood rushes to his dick and he’s hard as a rock. His hand lowers to grope himself. He began to jack off at the thought of your hot pussy on his mouth again. Head thrown back, he tightens his fist around himself, imagining thrusting in and out of you. Biting his lips, he stifles the groans tumbling from them. Once he thought about the look on your face when you’d gush all over him, he came onto his hand, the other hand resting on the tile wall for support.

Then he’s breathing again. Unsteady, but breathing, nonetheless. He finishes up his shower and quickly dressed before you could decide to step in while he’s naked. Believing if that were to have happened, he knew he wouldn’t be leaving that bathroom a virgin.

He exits. You were on the bed, laying on your stomach. Your feet in the air, swinging alternatively back and forth. Head in his phone, you mindlessly scroll through his feed.

He sighs. “Why are you going through my phone? How’d you even get into it, anyway?”

“Easy. Your fingerprint was still smeared on the screen.” You say, nonchalantly, still scrolling through it.

“It’s an invasion of privacy.”

You laughed. “How ironic coming from the guy who took candid photos of me? Did you get to jerk off to them this morning?” You teased.

Crimson colors his cheeks. You take notice of this, smirking. “Ahhh. So, you did touch yourself,” You get on all fours, crawling over to him. There’s an innocence with a glint of danger in your eyes as you stare up at him. “What exactly did you jerk off to?”

“It’s just about enough of your business as what i do on my phone. I’d like it back. Please.” He’s stern. His hand extended out.

You rise up to kneel, handing him the phone with pouty look. “I have a right to know what you write about me, ya know. You don’t even depict me in the right light.”

“Well, good thing I’m the creative between the two of us. Because I think I’ve captured your essence to the T.” He begins to pack his things into his duffel bag.

“I am, too, creative. I got you to come with me, didn’t I? You’d never agreed to join me if I hadn’t asked my friend about popular manga in the 80s.”

“You mean to tell me you were lying? I should’ve known you weren’t a true fan. What poor sap did you flirt with to get that information?”

“It’s not fucking FBI levels of top secret. Anyone could Google that. And that ‘poor sap’ is my best friend, Robin. She knows manga.”

“She?”

“Yes, papi. This isn’t the stone ages. Women read, too.” You rolled your eyes then hopped off the bed, gathering your things into your bag, too.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. Girls can like anime and manga, too.”

“Now you’re learning.” You winked.

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Once you checked out, you were on the road again. Jonathan drove to the closest diner for breakfast. The place looked as if it were in the middle of nowhere.

When you were sat inside at a nice quiet booth in the back, your stomach began to rumble. “God, I’m so hungry. I can eat an entire cow. What are you ordering?

“Maybe the strawberry waffles. You?” Jonathan asks, eyes skimming through the menu.

“The french toast because it’s better than waffles.” You challenged.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yes, it is. Let’s settle this,” You say, noticing the waitress coming your way. “‘Scuse me, hermosa. Which do you prefer french toast or waffles?”

“Definitely the waffles.” The waitress says.

“Told ya.” Jonathan smiles teasingly at you.

“A fan of waffles I see.” The waitress turns her attention on Jonathan, smiling brightly. He smiles nervously at her.

You feel your impatience heightening as she continued her banter about goddamn waffles with Jonathan. Now all of a sudden, he’s some charismatic ladies’ man. It took everything in you not to lash out and crack their skulls.

You swallowed hard. “So…” You nearly growled before putting on your sweet voice. “About ordering…When will we get to do that? Or will we start a podcast about breakfast foods?”

The waitress’s smile falls. “How can I help you?”

After your orders were taken, you seethed in your seat, arms crossed and avoiding Jonathan’s stare.

He sighs. “What’d I do this time?”

“You’re not that nice to me.”

“Oh, come on. You know that’s not true.”

You scoffed, ignoring him and looking out the window.

“Don’t be mad at me. Please.” He pleads.

“Why not? You were fine being mad at me the other day.”

“You’re still on about that?”

“Um, yeah.”

“I wasn’t that angry.”

“You were and it was specifically directed at me. All I know is…it wasn’t because I flirted with the professor. So what was it?”

“It was…because you got a higher grade on the final and it made me feel inferior.”

“Seriously?”

“Can you blame me, though? See my side of things for once. In my followers’ perspectives of you, you can’t be smarter than me.”

“Because I’m a girl?”

“Sorta. And maybe because I feel like you already have so much leverage over me. I just wanted some where I know I better at something than you. I get to be on top. Then, you come and take that shine from me. I’m sure you’ve seen the messages that I’d plan to blackmail you. Hell, you figured it out before you even read through my phone. You’ve ruined my every move against you.”

“We aren’t playing chess. I’m not your enemy here. I’m your lover,” You say the last part with a sultry tone. “My intentions are never to undermine you, papi. So, quit acting as if this is some dick measuring contest. If want your time to be on top, then fine—I can provide that for you. But you’re a bottom by nature. And me…Siempre estoy en la cima.”

He didn’t have to ask her what it meant based of her facial expression.

You continued. “Maybe to assert my dominance on you, I’ll make you cum right under this table. That way you can whimper and whine for the whole diner to hear including your darling waitress.”

“T-that won’t be necessary.” Jonathan says, taking a sip of his drink.

“You sure…papi.” You bring your boot up between his legs, pressing the heel lightly against his erection.

He stutters out a pained moan. “S-stop. Not here.”

The waitress comes in, serving up the food. You turn to her, “I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I such a cunt.”

You didn’t really care to apologize. You were only doing so, so she’d be present to hear Jonathan’s whimpers as you continued to roll your boot-covered foot over his hard length.

“Oh, no. I totally understand. I hope you didn’t think I was trying to flirt your boyfriend. I am truly respectful honest to god. As a libra, people usually say I’m quite flirty.” The waitress explains.

“No way! I’m a Leo! Our signs are so compatible.”

Jonathan could feel himself slowly coming undone. It shouldn’t feel this good to have you run your foot over that spot but it did. The mix of pain and pleasure had begun to overwhelm him. His mouth flies open as he shuffles in his seat. He lets out a small, high-pitched cry and the waitress whips her head around to look at him.

Jonathan blushes, looking down shyly. The waitress leaves but not before shooting him a look of disgust. You smile at your lover boy and he looks back at you with an angered stare.

—————

*Jonathan’s POV*

Readers. We’ve finally reached our destination. Nothing about my hometown’s changed really. My mom and brother are anticipating my arrival. But I’m forced to put that all on pause to carry out Babydoll’s plan. All because of my stupidity and lust for pussy.

Fellas…this is a cautionary tale. Girls like Babydoll they lead with their looks and overwhelming sense of personality to get the things they want. I’ve humbled myself. I am a man. I’m not exempt from her temptations. Great men have fallen to the commands of a beautiful woman. Think of Adam and Eve. Eve tempted Adam to take a bite of the apple and it only led to shit for all of humanity.

I wonder what kind of shit I’ll end up in once I’ve taken a bite of the ‘forbidden fruit’.

—————

Jonathan was confused. Why had you given him the address to the Wheeler’s residence? He drove on autopilot, trying to figure out the situation before arrival. Maybe she’s an old friend of Nancy’s. Maybe she’s stopping by to say ‘hi’ and then we’ll go after her ex. But he was in denial, he knew exactly what these implications meant.

You both exit the parked car. You were nervous but it fueled your anger. Knocking on the door, you stood there with an angry pout. The door swings open and it’s Mrs. Wheeler. You quickly fixed your composure putting on your innocent act.

“Afternoon, Mrs. Wheeler.” You greeted with a smile.

“Y/N! Is that you? I haven’t seen you in over a year. Would you like to come in?”

“No, it’s fine. We don’t want to crowd you. Thank you for offering. Actually, I noticed Nancy’s car isn’t in the driveway. Is she not here?”

“She lives in her new home here. She moved down recently with her friend, Robin—”

“Robin?” Your eyes widened.

“Oh you’re familiar? Yeah, she…” Mrs. Wheeler’s voice trails off when she spots Jonathan standing on the bottom step behind you. “Oh my god. Jonathan? Good to see you. How are you? Nancy’ll be thrilled you’re in town.”

Jonathan cringes when he notices you stiffen at this fact. This was incredibly awkward.

“I can give the address to her home. She’s expressed to me about how much she misses the two of you. What are the odds you come here together in search for her?” She laughs, pulling out a paper and pen from her robe’s pocket and writing down the address. “There. She’s not too far from here.”

Oh, sweet Mrs. Wheeler, you hadn’t a clue what we have in store for your daughter.

Saying your goodbyes, you both head back to the car. Silence. Then, you two burst out a fumble of words at each other, simultaneously.

“You’ve dated Nancy Wheeler?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”

“Well maybe if you told me her name we could’ve had this extremely awkward conversation earlier. Wait, didn’t you say you dated her a year ago?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes.”

“That would mean she dated you around the time she was still dating me. You’re the reason she broke up with me.”

“No, I wasn’t. I dated her way longer which means she dated you during our relationship. That puta.” You muttered.

“Hold on. You were definitely the other woman of my relationship because you two weren’t public about it. Me and Nance were exclusive.”

“We weren’t public about it because my abuelita’s Catholic. But then we—fuck this is the part where I open up—But then we planned to out ourselves to our family’s. I’d tell my abuela that I’m bi and she’d tell her family she’s bi. But she didn’t. I did. And my abuela was not very welcoming. She still loves me but our relationship is strained. Meanwhile, I knew Nancy had found someone. She started acting differently around me. She cheated but I stayed, anyway, because I need love. And when I’m in love, I do stupid shit like staying in toxic relationships. Then, she promised me she’d cut all ties with them which I’m guessing was you. Only for her to break up with me not even a month after,” You clenched your fist. “I want her to hurt the way she hurt me.”

“Well, shit.” Jonathan scoffs, eyes leaving the road for a moment to look at you.

“Yeah,” You nodded before adding in a threatening tone. “I’m not crazy if that’s what you’re thinking. I’m just hurt.”

“It’s okay to go a little mad, sometimes. We all do. I won’t judge.”

“So how did Nancy manage to fuck you up this bad? No way did her breaking up you lead you to a life of loserdom.”

“Gee, thanks.” Jonathan says, sarcastically.

“Sorry. I’d just like to know what went wrong. Is it because she didn’t give you any?”

“No. I just had my friends online who helped me see the truth about the nature of women. Women want men to dominate them. So that’s exactly what I tried to do. I said to her ‘I’ll give you an ultimatum it’s either remaining submissive to me or do whatever you want and remain single for life’.”

“Looks like she made the right choice. I can’t believe you let a couple of losers online scam you out of a girlfriend. And you question why I’m smarter than you.”

“I thought you weren’t going to undermine me.”

“Can’t help but to comment on something that unbelievably dumb.”

“You know what, let’s be silent for the rest of this trip. We’ll be there in 5 minutes.” He grumbles.

“I’m sorry. Okay? I’m only being a bitch right now because she’s fucking my best friend.”

“You mean, Robin?”

“Yes.” You cried out. “And now I know that she’s dated you, too, it makes me even angrier. It’s like she knew I’d love you.”

“You love me?”

“I thought we’ve discussed this already. I’m clearly obsessed with you because I love you.”

“Why? I’m just some loser.”

“I just do. I don’t think you’re a loser. You’re fucked up, for sure, but you can be sweet, funny, intelligent. I’ve seen it when I watched you from afar. You don’t really hate women. You just hate yourself. I hate myself, too.”

Jonathan is speechless. He’d never heard someone see through him that way. He’d always hated how passive he was. He was passive when his father used to abuse him and his brothers having to witness his mother take the abuse. He hated himself for never standing up to him to this day. He hated women indirectly for witnessing his mother’s abuse.

“That’s it. The house.” You say, pointing at the blue and white house on the right. “Looks like her car’s not here either.” You exit the car and Jonathan follows after you.

“Okay, shouldn’t we wait in the car?” He asks.

“Nope.” Taking a decently sized rock you found on the ground, you threw it through one of the small glass panels of the door.

“What the fuck?” Jonathan exclaims, looking around for any witnesses.

“We’re going inside.” You say over your shoulder, putting your hand through the space to unlock the door. You pull it open, gesturing him to walk in first.

“This is breaking and entering. A crime!”

“Mi amor, the hell did you think we came down here for? To sing campfire songs? This is just the beginning.”

Jonathan squeezes his eyes shut, rubbing at his temple. You were in too deep. He enters the home and you follow behind, closing the door.

It was a decent place. Big, comfortable, very warm and inviting. Nothing like her. You notice a picture frame on the side table in the hallway. A photo of Robin and Nancy on the beach with wide smiles on their faces. You throw the frame on the floor, shattering the glass.

“Seriously? You’re gonna break more shit.” He shoots a disappointed look.

“It felt…therapeutic,” You smile mischievously at him before running into the kitchen and he runs after you. You take a china cup from the cupboard. “Looks expensive. Wanna break it?”

“No.”

“You’re boring,” You groaned, throwing the cup over your shoulder and he reacts quickly, catching it. When you hadn’t heard the glass shattering to the ground, you looked back. “Nice catch, papi. You sure you weren’t an athlete in another life.”

“Babydoll…You’re acting like a child. Stop.”

“No. I don’t want to stop.” You say, ironically sounding even more childish. Just as you were about to pick up a plate, Jonathan pushes you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head.

“I said, ‘stop’.” He growls.

You just blinked up at him with doe eyes. Then, your mouths collided. He releases your hands and you immediately grip the small of his back, forcing himself to grind into you. He lifts your leg, wrapping it around his waist allowing his hardness to sink deeper against your core. You both moan into the kiss at the added pressure, feeling his swollen tip prodding you though his jeans.

You were biting each other’s lips and kissing wildly, surprised that you hadn’t drawn blood. Maybe not yet at least.

Jonathan rips himself away as if you’d burned him. He lets out a shuddery breath. “We can’t do this. They’ll be here any minute.”

“So what? They’ll be entertained by the show,” You sauntered over to him, pressing up against him and whispering, “We could christened her bedroom. I could make you feel so good. We wouldn’t have to go all the way either. I know you’re still not ready. But I just really need to taste you.”

Jonathan was torn. He wanted you bad. Real bad. But of course, that would mean letting go of the lifestyle he was embraced by when others shunned him from their circles. And yet, you, somehow made that seem so meaningless. When’s another chance I’ll get to be inside a girl this pretty?

“Yes.”

“Really?” You actually surprised.

He nods. “I don’t think I can wait any longer. If I’m being honest, I was always ready for you especially when after last night. I just didn’t want to believe it.”

“Now what do you wanna do?”

“I wanna fuck you.” Jonathan says, almost out of breath.

You smirked. Not saying a word, you take his hand, leading him up the stairs.

—————

When you both made it up the stairs, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another. A second was a second too long. You’re making out and it’s feverish and sloppy. You enjoyed the taste of the strawberry flavoring in his mouth.

You’re first to make move to strip off his clothes. Pulling off his shirt, you throw it to the ground and examined his frame. He was quite thin, not muscular but pale. A slightly hairy chest. He suddenly grew insecure under your stare. Then, he was pleasantly surprised. You were practically drooling, eyes dark with lust. You peppered wet kisses along his shoulders and down his chest, wanting to let him know that he’s beautiful.

He pulls your shirt over your head then slowly unclasps your lacy pink bra that contrasted so beautifully against your skin. Your breasts bounce once their released. Jonathan gulps at the sight. He wanted to taste each pebbled nub and make you feel good but for now you were taking things slow. He kneads your breasts, feeling the soft flesh in his hands, eyes shimmering with excitement.

You have one hand palming him through his pants while the other undid his belt on the front button. He thrusts into the palm of your hand, moaning softy. You lower his pants letting gravity take its course and it falls to the ground. Your met with his hard erection poking through the cloth of his boxers, allowing your imagination to run wild. He looked big for sure. Huge. And the fact that he shied away as if he didn’t know he’s got a big one, turned you on even more.

You fall to your knees before him, kissing, licking, biting his tummy while pulling down his boxers agonizingly slow until his cock sprung out of them.

He feels his heart soar at your reaction. You stared at it as if it were perfect. He didn’t have any thick veins. But Jonathan definitely had the girth. He wasn’t too long but it was just enough to hit the points of you that you needed. And the curve of his dick, only confirmed this.

You suck hard on the tip and lets out a strained cry, knees buckling. You pressed him up against the nearest wall and began your worship. You were swallowing him down as if life itself depended on it. Jonathan’s convinced that you’ll be the death of him by the end of this session.

You pull him out of your throat, jacking him with one hand and drool dripping from your chin down to your chest. “You taste so good, papi. I’m so addicted. I want you to take my throat like the fucking whore I am.”

“I might cum soon.” He warns, laughing nervously.

“That’s okay. Cum down mommy’s throat.” You scratch you nails over the ‘V’ of his hips.

“Ah, fuck.” He moans, feeling your mouth around him once again. You take his hands, tangling them into your hair. You were sure he’d figure things out for himself. His hips begin to rock back and forth, gently. The sound of your gagging urged him on.

Your eyes don’t leave his, a devious glint in them. He knew what that meant. You’d won the little game you two were playing. Jonathan never stood a chance against you. He was wrapped around your finger the moment you’d spoken to him at the food court. But losing felt so sweet.

Jonathan can feel himself approaching and you picked up on this as he continuously hit the back of your throat over and over. The thrusts are short to keep himself from leaving your mouth fully. You tugged and squeezed his testicles in one hand and he shouts his orgasm. His cum shoots down your throat. You moan at his taste filling your mouth. It was intoxicating enough that you closed your eyes to commit it to memory. He whimpers and shudders as you began to pull away, sucking him on the way up to his tip.

He couldn’t think or talk again until your mouth had finally left him. “Holy shit. I think I almost died.” He puts a hand over his heart.

You circle your tongue around your lips, collecting the remnants of his taste. “I love the taste of you. I can’t wait to have more.”

“Give me some time. Need to catch my breath.”

You take in the sight of him before you. His brown hair is messy, some hanging over his eyes. He stood completely naked in your presence. He looked almost fragile. You take him by the shoulder, pushing him onto the bed. You removed your skirt then your underwear, giving him a show.

“You look so fucking good, papi. Like dessert served for me to partake and indulge,” You lick up his stomach. “So glad you’re all mine. Can show me how you touched yourself when you thought of me? I want to see you do it as if I’m not here. Don’t hold back.”

Jonathan reluctantly takes his semi-hard cock into his hands. He winces at the sensitivity from cumming only moments ago but he didn’t wish to disappoint you. He begins to stoke himself slowly his eyes on you. You climbed on the bed, sitting on back on your knees.

You stick two of your fingers inside you, grinding into your hand. They weren’t as nearly as filling as his fingers from last night. Jonathan notices your pining for his hands bring his free hand up to your mouth. You sucked on his index and middle finger, swirling your tongue around like you would to his cock.

Your eyes focused on the hand around his cock increasing in speed at your ministrations on his fingers. You match his speed, circling your clit to match his pumping.

“Can I please be inside you?”

“Sure, baby.”

You take you drenched fingers from inside you, replacing his hand with yours, coating him in your slick.

“You want to be top?” You ask him.

He doesn’t answer instead he pulls you down so you’re rested on your side, your ass pressed up against his erection.

“I wanna do it like this,” He whispers, softly in your ear. “I want full access to your body. It’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

You smiled. Sex from the side felt so intimate. You half expected this to go down rough and hard but Jonathan wanted it slow and his wishes were your command.

You bend your top leg at the knee, bringing it up so he can get a better view of your core. He takes himself in his hands, sliding it back and forth between your slick folds before pausing at the entrance.

“Look at me.” He demands.

You glanced over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. He pushes in torturously slow, your mouths falling open at the same time.

“Oh, fuck. You’re sooo big.” You whimpered.

Your tight walls made the process of sinking into you even slower and Jonathan had grown impatient, gripping your hips, he pulls you down hard against him. He bottoms out inside you and you let of a cry so loud it bounced off the walls.

He does this a couple more times. Pulling out slowly before slamming deep within you, his hands sliding up from your hips to grope your breasts. Then, he begins his toe-curling pace.

He’s hitting deep within you with long, deep strokes. His face nuzzled into your neck. You bring a hand back to tug at his hair.

Your ass ripples with every powerful thrust. Jonathan looks down between you to catch this. You bring a hand to spread your cheek a little, allowing him to see his cock plunging deep within you.

He groans. “You’re making my dick all creamy, babydoll. Is it that good?”

As if on cue, the noises of his length sloshing around inside you increased in volume.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chant.

His hands are everywhere. One hand pinching and rubbing at your hardened peaks while the other wrapped around your neck gently squeezing. Then, he’d moved one between your legs to toy with your clit while the other one remained on your aroused nipples.

He takes your arm bringing it over his head and around his shoulders. “Need to taste.” He hastily says. Twisting your upper body enough, his mouth immediately latches onto your breasts. Flicking his fat tongue over that nipple while toying with your clit and fucking you silly. He looks up at you through his beautiful lashes, watching your face contort in pleasure.

“Jonathan…please.” You didn’t know what you were begging for but the pleasure was so overloaded that it made you delirious.

He feels you tightening around him. Not wanting this to end, he removes him fingers from your clit back to squeeze around your neck, biting down your nipple simultaneously.

“Oh god.” You mewled.

Jonathan grips your chin forcing your lips against his. Your tongues entangled in a dance as he slams into you. While the kiss grew grew in ferocity, his nails glide from your thighs up to your stomach, then he digs them into your sides.

When he breaks the kiss, a sting of saliva connecting mouths is present. You flick your tongue out teasingly, collecting into your mouth and breaking the connection.

“I want you on top.” You whined.

He wastes no time. Without pulling out of you, he lifts himself a little, rolling you onto your back. Your legs are bent over his own at first as he continues to pump into you from the side. Then, finally, he makes his way to be on top of you, moving one of your legs to the other side of him.

Now you were spread wide open, him kneeling and pumping deep. His hands gripped the back of your knees pulling you down against him. The sound of skin crashing into each other louder than ever. You propped yourself on you elbows to look up at him while also using the support to grind up to meet his thrusts. You were like a ragdoll in his hands. You’ve never seen him so in control before.

“I like this side of you, papi. Maybe you aren’t so vanilla.”

He hits hard against your cervix as retaliation, laughing when you cried out. “See? I can be top, too.”

You weren’t going to let him get away with it that easy. You were still the one in control. You jump him so that he’s now on his back. He’s surprised looking up at you like an innocent doe.

This new position allowed him to hit so deep within you that you felt him in your stomach. Your mission was to rock his world. So, the cheerleader in you kicks in, you’re in a split position now, grinding back against his cock hands on his chest as leverage.

Jonathan was right. You were everything he believed you were. A witch, a siren, a succubus… all the kinds of mythical creatures created to bring a man to his demise.

You bring yourself up, bending your knees and resting your feet against the mattress now. You’re bouncing hard and fast against him and he’s whimpering and moaning like a little slut and it makes you incredibly soaked.

He throws his head back. You pull him by his hair.

“I wanna see that pretty face, papi,” You tug his hair again, guiding his eyes between your bodies. You knew he loved the view. “Love how wet you’re making me.”

He’s hypnotized. His length glistening in the light from your tight heat’s coating, drooling when he grip around him like a vice.

“Unh, god. F-fuck.”

“Aww, pobrecito. Look at you. You’re all dumb and drunk off my pussy. Can barely form a sentence. Don’t worry. I’ve got you, papi.”

“You feel so good.” He sobs, tears streaming down his face. His big brown eyes are rolled to the back of his head.

Gathering the little strength he had left, he sits up wraps your legs around him and thrusts up into you. Your foreheads are pressed against each others, alternating between kissing and breathing in each other’s gasps.

You snake a hand between your bodies and began to rub faster and faster at your clit. The sweet high pitches of his moans making your end approach soon. His hand grips your ass, the other caressing your back.

“Gonna cum. Should I pull out?” He whispers.

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

He growls at this bouncing you faster into his lap. He knew exactly what he was doing hitting repeatedly against your g-spot. His perfectly curved cock almost seemed like if was made for that very purpose. Sticking a middle finger in your rectum, he hit hard into you one good time and you’re spiraling.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” You screamed. Wetness spurting out of you. Jonathan continuing to thrust into you causing the waterfall to flow even more.

He falls back on top of you, stroking deep into you like a man who’s lost his senses. He’s reduced to grunts and groans as you milked him for all he’s worth. Your walls wringing every last drop of his hot cum, greedily absorbing the essence into your tight channel.

He wanted to collapse beside you but figured it would be better to clean up first. Heading to the nearest bathroom, he grabs a towel and wets it. Making his way over to you, he cleans between your legs and himself. He tosses the towel on the ground, finally getting to curl up to your warm body.

At first, you’re both panting up at the ceiling with giant smiles on your face. Then, you turned to your side and he does the same, staring at each other.

“How was your first time?” You asked.

“Do I really have to say it? I cried. It was fucking amazing,” He laughs then nervously adds, “I didn’t hurt you. Did I?”

“Not in a way I didn’t like. A little pain can be fun every now and then,” You winked. “You were the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really? Even compared to Nancy?”

You nod, “I know. That surprises me, too. Sex with girls is usually better but you’re definitely the exception. You’re very aware of a woman’s pleasure, papi. Makes me proud that the man I love is a fucking sex god. If I weren’t so tired, I’d go for another round.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty spent.” Jonathan exhausts.

“I would’ve loves to see the looks on Nancy and Robin’s faces if they’d caught us.”

“What if it isn’t worth it anymore? We could just leave. Maybe even forget about her.”

“But what about revenge?”

“Do you really care? We’ve got each other now. Whatever this is between us,” He laughs softly. “If I can give my world for you, I’m sure you can let go of this grudge.”

“You’re giving up that shitty incel community for me? Even though I gave you what you wanted?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what love is yet but I’d like to know. With you. I don’t want you to love someone who hurts you. So I will gladly be better for you. You don’t need to put yourself through that anymore.”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. You were so used to falling for people you knew were bad for you. Who couldn’t love you the way you loved them? You thought that’s what love meant for you. When you felt like Jonathan hated you, it fueled your love. When Nancy cheated on you, all you could do was stay.

“I don’t know if I can be normal or good. I don’t let go easily.”

“I’m not sure how to be good either. And you don’t have to let go just yet. We can take it a day at a time. We can leave before this gets too far. I think having sex in our ex’s bed is pretty devious,” He pokes at your side, playfully. “Let’s get out of here. You and me…we can start over. You can learn to love me for real and I, learn to love you. And we wouldn’t have to be perfect. We already know we’re both fucked up.”

You smiled, warmly at him and he does, too. “I’d like to start over.”

—————

The two of you dressed in content silence until that it was shattered by a high-pitched squeal. It looks like it was too late to bail now.

You and Jonathan walk hand and hand down the stairs, a smug look on your face. Nancy looking up at you with anger and Robin, a surprised look.

“Hey, Nance! Love what you did with the place. It’s so you. Trashy and broken in.” You say, sarcastically.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?”

“Well, me and Jonathan decided to spice up our sex life. So, I said ‘let’s fuck in our ex’s bedroom’. To my surprise, my best friend lives here, too. It couldn’t get any better than this. I came so hard thinking about it.”

“Y-you two are fucking?” She growls. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

“Nope. We definitely just fucked in your bed. It was mind-blowing. You really missed out on Johnny boy. He’s got great dick. Oh, well lucky me,” You shrugged then cocked your head to the side. “Hello, Robin.”

“Y/N…” She says, stunned.

“Didn’t think you’d see me here, huh,” You walked towards them, looking them up and down. “I actually came here to make you suffer but from the looks on your faces, I think you’ve suffered enough. I’m trying this new ‘being good’ thing so I’ll extend my mercy.“

Nancy scowl morphs into a smirk. “Oh, you. How long are we going to play this little game of yours?” She plays with a strand of your hair. “You should be thanking me. I make your life so much more exciting. You can’t get over me even after a year.”

“Because you always find a way to slither back in. You fuck up everyone you touch. You probably fucked up Robin.”

“Joke’s on you. I’m already fucked up.” Robin comments.

“I’m the ‘big bad’ bitch because I wanted to discover myself. I didn’t take you as someone so closed-minded, my love,” Nancy says to you then directs her attention to Jonathan. “Hey, long time no see, lover boy. You miss me, too.”

She reaches up a hand to touch his face, you quickly catch her hand, gripping it tightly. “Don’t touch my man.”

“Oh, he’s your man now. We’ll let him answer for himself. I know you still think about me, Jon—”

“I don’t,” He says cutting her down a notch. “In fact, I haven’t thought about you since we broke up actually. And you know what, I won’t credit you for how I turned out because that would only give you the satisfaction you don’t deserve.”

“Hear that, Nance. Jonathan just called you basic bitch.” You smirked.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” Nancy seethes, clearly this stuck a chord with her. She always pride herself for someone to shake the lives of everyone she encountered.

“We’ll gladly leave,” You bumped passed her shoulder on the way to the door. You turned to look back at them and using your innocence persona. “Oh and one thing, Robin…I’m really glad you found someone who’ll hide you from the world just like she did with all the girls she’s liked. Home wreckers usually lurk in the shadows so I guess you’ll be right at home. Have a great day.”

You smiled your infamously sweet smile, grabbing Jonathan’s hand and left without looking back. For the first time, you felt like maybe you could actually move on from your obsessions.

You hear a scream from the house and Jonathan turned to look at you, seeing a smirk on your face.

“What’d you do?”

“I may have broken a few things in her room while you were busy getting dressed.”

He shakes his head, smiling. “I think I love you already.”

Siempre estoy en la cima = I’m always top.

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ty-the-trainwreck · 10 months

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ronance but make it spiderman no way home au

nancy and steve getting their memories wiped and robin has to watch her girlfriend and best friend live life without her and not even look at her again.

robin walks into that coffee shop with her little paper in hand and her nerves are literally screaming in her eardrums. when she opens the door and the bell above her jingles gingerly she lets out a sigh, watching as the woman she loves turn and stare at her with empty eyes.

those eyes used to be filled with warmth and love, but they were filled with nothing. nancy couldn’t feel anything for a stranger, that’s not possible. robin is just about to call out for her, until a man shrugs by.

it’s steve.

her best friend in the world.

slides right past her.

nancy and steve greet each other with easy smiles and robin imagines thats she’s also sitting there with them. laughing and joking around while they talk about what their life in college will be like.

it hurts so much having to watch the two people she cares about the most in the world not even know who she is.

it hurts even more when robin realizes that nancy is wearing the necklace she gave her on their school trip. a lump lodges itself in robin’s throat and she wants to run over there and grab both of them by the face and yell

“you know me! please! remember me!”

she doesn’t though.

instead she orders a coffee with a quaver in her voice.

robin’s eyes flicker up to the bandage on nancy’s forehead, and a pang of guilt cracks deep inside her. if nancy hadn’t know she was spiderman, this would have never happened. if robin could have protected her this wouldn’t have happened. if robin could have protected all of them.

“does it hurt?”

“not anymore.”

robin nodded, taking a sip of her coffee before looking down at the necklace one more.”

“i’ll uh..see you around.”

“yeah, see you around.”

#i think the thought of robin having to see the people closest to her forgetting her would break me #i would never be the same #i would actually die #ive been thinking about this for so long and i have like half a oneshot written about it and now this #idk who would be the other two spiderguys though #i was thinking maybe like jonathan and eddie but idk #give me ideas #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #robin #nancy #robin x nancy #ronance canon #stranger things

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fragilecapric0rnn · 10 months

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🔁 ronance please and thank you 😌

anything for you my louseph friend <3

FINALLY a song that is not sad!!!

relistening to this one and am reminded how fun and chaotic it is and was, once again, metaphorically hit over the head with an idea:

Ronance workplace rivals to friends to lovers AU! if i'm remembering correctly i used this song on a playlist many moons ago for a rivals to friends to lovers au i wrote (and have since orphaned oops)

Set in the political sphere, both working as staffers for the same US Congresswoman, a prolific, controversial member of the House of Representatives. An office known for being nearly impossible to infiltrate.

Nancy, cut-throat workaholic. Constantly burning the candle at both ends, her desk should be considered her first home rather than her actual home. She worked her ass off.

Starting in high school, piloting the high school Democratic club for her high school and then rocketing it up to the most productive high school chapter in the region, regardless of none of the members could vote. Taking undergrad by the balls and squeezing as hard as she possibly could. Scoring internships the summer after her Freshman year and bypassing incoming Seniors that by the time SHE was a Senior she had a better resume than most seasoned political staffers. Three internships on The Hill, two years of being president of her colleges Dem club chapter, staffed over a dozen political campaigns for various Dems across the political spectrum. All while maintaining a 4.0 GPA and writing guest articles for the University's school paper. Nancy Wheeler made name for herself, stepping into her glory as one of the youngest staffers in DC at just 22 years old. Younger than some interns. But carrying herself with the confidence of someone with decades of experience under the belt.

Robin, on the other hand, kinda fell into politics. It was the summer right before her Senior year of high school. An election year. She never paid much attention to politics before this, her parents were hippies, they were obviously liberal. Naturally smart, never having to try that hard to keep her GPA high, but also knowing that they didn't have enough money to send her to college, but made too much money to qualify for a lot of assistance, and she never excelled so well that she earned a full-ride anywhere, community college was the only reasonable option for her. One day, she's packing up her trumpet at the end of band practice, one of the few stragglers in the gym, when people in suits start setting up the gym. In walks the Democratic candidate for her district. Curious, especially when she noticed the line forming outside to hear her speak, she decided to hang around and see what the big deal was.

She was captivated. Big promises fighting for people like her, really like her. Multiple references to her partner, another woman, Robin felt this itch in the back of her skull, spread to the rest of her body. Something more than curiosity, something that motivates her to wait even longer and approach this candidate, arguing with staffers and whoever she needs to, just to get a word in with the candidate.

She ends up fighting with half of her staff, making some sort of impression on the future Congresswoman, who makes time to talk to her. Robin leaves that night with a new passion, and a new (unpaid) position working on the campaign.

Once the election was won, Robin spent most of her time in community college working for the Congresswoman in her district office. Taking night classes and getting involved in the community college's Dem club, but her first priority was to this office.

Politics was a natural arena for Robin. A schmooze by nature, witty and personable, she made the job look easy. No one would know that she spends most of her time in her car, working two jobs to save money and trying to maintain a good GPA to get into the local State College. The Congresswoman made her promise to finish her degree, not get wrapped up in the career path that politics has to offer. And in exchange, she had a position waiting for her in the DC office as soon as she graduated.

Nancy and Robin start in the Congresswoman's office on the same day. Nancy see's Robin as competition. Robin see's Nancy as a stuck-up rich kid with no loyalty. They're at each other's throats. Nancy constantly trying to one up Robin, Robin easily charming the pants off of anyone in her path.

Robin taking work home with her, but Nancy thinking that she's a slacker. Nancy living at her desk, making Robin view her as a show-off.

It all comes to a head during the first campaign event of the election cycle. And it starts and ends at the open bar.

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

#me vs resisting the urge to add another wip to the already gigantic list #i would write a political rivals fiction if only to remind myself how much i do not want to actually work in politics ever again #i knew so many nancy's in my time. i was more of a robin tbh #ronance #ronance ficlet #fic ideas #ask game

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hawkyon-days · 9 months

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Some fic recs from my bookmarks

(Max is my favourite character and blind!max is one of my favourite tropes, which is why it's mentioned fairly often here)

light will prevail by mreads22: max-centric, blind!max (the first st fic I read, even before watching the show itself)

Pull Myself Together, You Could Watch It Happen by UniversallyEcho: complete, max-centric, not vol2 compliant (very little plot, but great characterization and one of my all time favourites)

the kids aren't alright by MaryPSue: complete, gen (season 1 au where all the Hawkins born kids realise they have powers, one of the best st fics out there)

We Will Be (Invincible) by HaneleHaralue: SIOC, chrissy&oc, eddie&oc (WAIT before you go away bc this is self-insert, I promise it's really good. There's no romance so far, and the mc isn't obnoxious)

Scientifically Proven by Unproductive_Fangirl: complete, post s4, elumax, blind!max (YES. a complete, elumax-centric fic. It exists!)

if being afraid is a crime, we hang side by side by Claire10: complete, post s4, max&mike, blind!max (watch these two wrecks have four emotional breakdowns in like an hour)

the few things he thinks he knows by endlesslytea: complete, post s4, byler, blind!max (lighthearted, not focused on the supernatural stuff)

let our walls cave in by andiwriteordie, kidovna: complete, post s4, byler, blind!max (party go to college together)

(anything by andiwriteordie if you like byler)

falling like the stars (falling in love) by bookinit: complete, post s4, elmax, blind!max

do not cry by givehimthemedicine: complete, s4 au, pre elmax (despite what the title says, prepare to cry)

Be My Eyes by givehimthemedicine: complete, post s4, elmax, blind!max (bit of angst and then pure fluff at the end)

And Who Are We At The End Of It All? by Caseys_Crying: post s4, steddie, ronance (lots of stuff ongoing, only about 1/3 done, parents find out)

more recs under the cut:

(it's you and me) won't be unhappy by nnegan13: complete, post s4, not vol2 compliant, lumax

you can't lose me by providing_leverage: complete, s4 au, gen (there should be more 'the parents find out' fics)

we can see the flipside by maxmayfield: complete, post s3, written pre s4, max&mike, lumax

The Party (+ Others) Watches Stranger Things by BewitchingNotes: complete, mileven (an actual complete and well written 'characters watching the show fic')

All We Do Is Drive by ShadeNeverMadeAnyoneLessGay: complete, steve&robin&max, blind!max

Goodbye Rocketship by OrangeChickenPillow: complete, not vol2 compliant, max&eddie friendship

she glows for everyone but herself by BackyardOwl: complete, jonathan&max, blind!max

deserving and not deserving by vissers: complete, post s4, will&max, blind!max (part of a 'will comes out to the party' series)

years and years by inblue: complete, lucas&erica

find a new place to be from by burnthatbridgewhenwegetthere: complete, post s4, will&el&max

hellfire (save my soul) by pholilomendron: pre s4, steddie

windowsill by MissAntlers: complete, post s4, steddie, max-centric

did I drive you away? by blvewcters: complete, pre s4, during s4, max&everyone (pain and suffering and tears)

Max Watch by geckohead: complete, during s4, max&everyone

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin: complete, post s4, steddie (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics)

there’s blood in my ears (and a fool in the mirror) by fastcardotmp3: complete, pre s4 and post s4, steddie, eddie&max, blind!max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics)

The Upside by harpiaharpyja: complete, post s4, hellcheer, eddie&max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics)

(Not All) Those Who Wander Are Lost by Kedreeva: complete, post s4, eddie&max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics, except it's more about the upside down as its own world)

standing up the dead by heartofwinterfell: complete, post s4, eddie&max (one of those "eddie is not actually dead and needs to find his way back" fics, but mostly max-centric)

The Fruity Four Beat 1983 To Death With A Nail Bat by TheKidReadingInTheCorner: complete, steddie, ronance (unserious time travel shenanigans)

took you for a working boy by pukner: complete, post s4, pre steddie (kinda humourly written)

#stranger things #max mayfield #eddie munson #steve harrington #mike wheeler #el hopper #byler #will byers #lucas sinclair #ronance #blind!max #stranger things fanfiction #fic rec #my post

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perceivedregret · 9 months

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so it continues

written for @thefreakandthehair lex’s spicy six summer challenge! prompt was hurricane for a ronance centric fic. i'm super excited to be part of my first writing challenge! i hope folks enjoy this stand alone work that's set in the supernatural creatures au i've created. i was super lucky to have the prompt available to help motivate me to complete this idea that's been nagging at me for months. this fic takes place later in the timeline but works well enough on its own. feel free to explore the rest if you'd like, but for now!! have werewolf!nancy and witch!robin

tomorrow is closed (part one of two)

Nancy has this thing with the weather.

She’ll wake up naturally with the rise of the sun by the internal clock, or the damn wolfy-senses as Max likes to begrudgingly call it. Whether or not she got a good night’s rest the night before is besides the point. The habit only calls for a single peek between the blinds, doesn't require more than a squint behind bleary eyes to know what kind of day to expect.

It's become a sort of game for her. Every morning she makes a bet with herself. She tunes in to the local news and weather as she gets ready for the day, waits for weatherman Frank to confirm her guess.

And today is no different.

Nancy raps her knuckles lightly against the glass of the window as she watches the huddle of birds in the nest. She takes a moment to study the horizon where flashing lights illuminate the shadowy clouds, moments later accompanied by a distant roll of thunder.

Static cuts from the junk radio that sits haphazardly along the edge of her desk and Nancy flinches, the radio's feedback piercing. Fiddling with the knobs she turns down the volume until the hum of music no longer rings harshly in her ears, shifting the station to the local news and weather.

Finding the station is easy, has become an ingrained muscle memory as she only teeters back and forth between the one and the most tolerable music station she could find in college town.

Another display of flashing lights and she celebrates her win preemptively, the room further dimming. It comes in today , she thinks with a knowing grin, fingers sweeping deftly across her lashes and clearing away the sleep.

“Today's the day, huh?"

Nancy jumps at the sudden voice, hand to her chest as she spins towards the source. Robin's head peeks out from behind the door of the bathroom that connects their rooms, the upturned corner of her mouth covered in blue-white foam.

"Dammit, Buckley, you can't keep doing that, the whole…" Nancy motions vaguely between themselves, exasperation apparent in the movement. Somehow Robin smiles around the toothbrush. "It's not fair, this one-sided mind connect… thing ."

"D'as no’ 'ow id wo'ks 'nd– gib muh sec." Robin chokes out, free hand rushing to cup her chin as she tilts her head back. A raised pointer finger is the last thing Nancy sees before Robin disappears behind the door entirely, the sound of Robin spitting and the sink running sneaking through the gap.

Nancy rolls her eyes, the line of her mouth thinning as she tries to hide an endeared grin. She makes her way across her room, quick to comb her fingers through her hair. She knocks once before stepping inside but the door that leads to Robin’s room is shut, the bathroom empty. Nancy takes the opportunity to inspect herself in the mirror before going through her usual routine, not bothering to do too much since classes had already been canceled for the week.

She’s trying to tame the final loose strands of her hair when a loud thud comes from Robin's room, followed by low muttered curses one without superhuman hearing would miss. Nancy considers checking on her, gives up on the flyaways that are at constant war with the humidity and sets the hair clip just above the nap of her neck when Robin’s throat suddenly clears.

“No, it's okay, I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s just, this damn cat,” Robin mutters, followed by another succession of low ushered dammit's.

“Robin, seriously? Get out of my head!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“No you’re not,” Nancy mutters quietly around a smile, leaning into the sink to collect water in her palm. There was never any real venom behind her words, but this other game she plays demands at least a response.

Like the weather, Nancy has this thing with Robin Buckley. A back and forth, one that Nancy still doesn’t entirely understand but one she enjoys, nonetheless. But like her thing with the weather, this thing with Robin involves a game.

Nancy isn't altogether opposed to the constant intrusion that comes with the mind thing. If she’s honest with herself she finds that she rather enjoys it, delights in the fact Robin has this bit of access to her, this connection.

But if she's honest with herself on this then she'd have to further investigate why she doesn't mind. Why the constant reminder that comes in Robin’s one-sided replies sends a familiar warmth through her. A sense of longing that has itself raveled so snuggly around her it nearly smothers her.

She doesn’t have to dig too deep to know the why. The path to truth is as shallow as the empty faux-graves Hopper and the Suits had dug up for their group back in Hawkins.

Except she isn’t ready to delve into it, not after Steve or Jonathan, especially not after Barb, not yet at least. Robin is too important. After everything, the thought of ruining anything between them, most importantly their friendship, would surely kill her the way the wolf-turned-werewolf bite was meant to do all those years ago.

Instead she hides it, buries it as deep as her heart allows and hopes it's deep enough to ignore and not be uncovered, especially not by the one who is privy to her thoughts and capable of uncovering said truth.

So, Nancy has this thing with the weather and Robin Buckley. Another game, one she's determined not to lose.

Even if she's the only one playing.

Another series of thuds this time accompanied by a disgruntled yowl. Nancy eventually hears the unmistakable click of Robin’s window being unlocked and opened, followed by the scattered footsteps of the stray Robin has been so determined to save.

Satisfied with her reflection Nancy starts to make her way back to her room, now actively making an attempt to be less attuned to all things Robin and her current spout of rambling apologizes. She chances a glance outside where the growing clouds cast a shadow over the adjacent buildings, thinks she sees a white-tipped tail disappear around a corner.

Nancy has tried to befriend the grey-white Manx but her attempts to do so have proved unsuccessful. She hasn’t been able to get closer than a few feet before he’s hissing at her, the fur along his spine and tail puffing up with each spitful warning. It doesn’t help when the werewolf part of her instinctually reacts, eyes flashing a defensive yellow, the bed of her nails going numb as her claws prepare to extract.

She hopes he finds somewhere safe to hide, especially today. The cat would rather brave an incoming storm than share a space that houses four other supernatural creatures and a human witch he barely tolerates. She tries not to think about him getting caught in the coming storm.

At the sound of Robin’s door opening her heart flutters in her chest. She tries vehemently to not think about that either.

"As I was trying to say." Robin sidesteps into the room, the hinges of the door whining as she shuts it with a fuzzy-socked heel. Nancy makes an attempt to not stare as Robin leans heavily against the door.

It was a valiant two second attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

She can’t help but let her eyes wander when Robin gives her the opportunity. Robin tips her head and her hair falls forward, presenting the crown of her now nearly blonde head that has ever so slightly lightened from the constant Florida sun.

Robin's knees knock together as she sinks against the wall, seemingly trying to make herself small under Nancy’s attention. Nancy’s eyes slowly trail up Robin's exposed legs, still surprisingly pale after all these months, her gaze coming to a stop just before she reaches her face. She takes in the oversized shirt that nearly drowns her frame, one she safely assumes belongs to Argyle for its bright colors and assortment of oddly shaped leaves.

When Nancy’s gaze does finally reach the other girl’s face, she feels her own cheeks flame pink. She doesn't need to be able to read Robin's mind to know she's been made.

Instead of calling her out on it Robin’s smirk shifts, her nose scrunching and her hands coming up defensively in front of her chest. "We've been over this, the mind thing–"

There’s a hint of nerves behind her words. Why?

"–that's not how it works, Nance. If–"

She didn’t notice, how did she– no, don’t. Stop, don’t think. Don’t think .

Robin's eyes narrow as her mouth snaps shut. Before she can start again Nancy cuts her (and herself) off with a dismissive wave and what she hopes is a reassuring smile, begs her voice to not come out as tightly as her chest feels.

"I know, you don't have to say it." Nancy directs her attention towards her desk, eyes darting over the mess of her recent project that clutters the surface. "I think of you, I end up in your head, and it makes you think of me. 'If we're both thinking about each other hard enough, we meld ,' or whatever the hell you and Steve used to call it."

“Yes, exactly! Except… no, no, not really. Me and him, that's a little different.” Robin sucks air between her teeth and Nancy looks over her shoulder, watches Robin’s head tilt left and right in consideration. “It’s just a little bit different, we–”

"I know . You two have a back and forth, we don’t. Regardless, it doesn't mean I'm used to you having access to my thoughts."

Cheater she thinks, and this time tries to think it as loudly as she can. She spares a final glance over her shoulder if only to glare teasingly before focusing on opening the lockbox that conceals her gun. A strong gust slaps against her window, the quick flash of lightning making the double action revolver she holds in her hand shine.

A mock offended gasp followed by an incredulously low muttered "I don't cheat, " from behind just barely pulls Nancy's attention. Nancy tries to suppress a chuckle as nimble fingers run over the cold metal, trigger finger aligned with the barrel.

Thumbing the release, she flicks the cylinder out of the frame to inspect the circle of wooden bullets in the chamber. Blowing air through the exposed rear of the barrel, she picks away the splinters of wood that litter the opening.

They're still not as good as Argyle's. Dammit, how does he make them so perfect, I don't– Nancy bites her tongue, uses the sting to try to rein in her thoughts again as she continues to inspect the revolver and the bullets inside.

"Ever the sore loser, Wheeler," Robin sighs as she leans back against the door, still across the room.

"Shut up, no I'm not. Besides, this is different."

"Different how? You against the weather, you against Fred and the school paper–" Nancy winces with a silent rest in peace “–now you against Henry. Well, I guess it's now you against Argyle against Henry.”

"The difference is that this is actually important. If we're ever going to take down Henry and his hounds I need to get just as good, if not better at this. The wrong sigil or the wrong shape and weight of the bullet is life and death, and death is not an option. I need to get this right."

Robin whistles low. Nancy can picture the scrunch of her nose without having to look back. "Okay, yeah, you're right. That– it's different."

I'm always right, cheater, Nancy thinks with a smirk, knows not to speak or else expose her amusement.

"Except I don't cheat, so you're not actually always right. But, honestly, this weather game you've got going on… I don't know Nance, this one feels a little teeny-tiny bit like cheating. The weather man's been talking about this storm all week."

"No! I mean, yes, technically he has, but they're still not sure if it’s going to hit us as a tropical storm or a hurricane. I obviously don’t want it to be anything more than a storm, but my bet is hurricane.

"It's been light showers and tropical storm force winds all week, but today is the day. They’re going to announce it picked up over the Atlantic, you watch. Florida weather is already so unpredictable and–"

As if on queue the emergency alarm system blares through the speakers of her radio and Nancy nearly jumps out of her skin, making Robin cackle.

"Shut up. You know my hearing is different from yours," Nancy mutters around her own fit of giggles, lowering the volume as Frank's static voice cuts through. He announces fervently the list of counties that are under tropical storm advisories, including theirs, urging everyone to begin any last minute prep for the fast approaching storm if they haven't already.

"Tropical storm? What- I was so sure it was going to upgrade overnight. I mean, obviously I’m not saying I want a category five or anything, but not even a CAT one?” Nancy mutters with a pout, turning the volume down to a low buzz.

“I know it’s not the Once in a Lifetime Hurricane you were expecting, but a storm is coming in today. As your unofficial ref, I say you won today’s bet.”

“Yeah okay,” Nancy says with a self-deprecating roll of her eyes, the corners of her mouth slipping into a sheepish grin. It's dumb, I know.

"Nothing you do is dumb, Wheeler," Robin says quietly around a chuckle, her hands rising preemptively in apology. But, Nancy doesn't comment on it, can't bring herself to act peeved at the intrusion, instead allows herself a genuine smile.

Nancy’s amusement is only short lived. She redirects her attention towards the gun still in her hand, knocking the wooden bullets out of the extractor and onto her desk where she rolls one of the crudely carved bullets underneath her fingers, unimpressed by her own work.

Another crack of lightning illuminates the room, this time the accompanying crash of thunder following sooner than it had before. With a resigned sigh Nancy reaches out to change the station, today’s bet against the weather officially over.

Dreams starts sifting through the speakers and Nancy tenses, looks over in time to catch the look that masks Robin's face the moment the song registers. Her fingers are immediately back on the dial.

"It’s okay. You don't have to change it, it's fine," Robin says, voice soft.

Nancy hesitates. "Are you sure? I don’t mind changing it."

"No… I mean, yeah? Shit." Robin mutters. After a moment that feels like an eternity passes her eyes slip shut, a pained wince shadowing her features as Stevie Nick's floaty vocals carry their way around the room.

Nancy's fingers twitch, itching to reach out and turn the radio off all together. Instead she waits, barely flinching at the crack of thunder that seems to shake the entire complex. Robin exhales a shaky breath with another low muttered curse. Eventually she nods, opens her eyes as the instrumental breaks and her gaze immediately locks on Nancy.

Nancy watches as the harsh lines between her brows melt away with the slow guitar bridge, Nancy’s own heartbeat moving with the faster drum beat. Robin takes a shallow breath, steadier, and she clears her throat.

"Honestly, I’ve kinda missed this. It used to drive me absolutely bonkers trying to understand how two complete flower children like my parents could have ended up stranded in a town like Hawkins. I used to dream of life after seventeen, ya know... Bella Donna promised a life of adventure.

"But then I turned seventeen and our lives went to shit... What I’d give to come home and find my mom in the middle of our living room, stoned, dancing to Fleetwood Mac."

Robin sniffs quietly with a quick succession of teary blinks that makes Nancy’s own heart ache as she thinks of her own family back home. She wants to take the steps that will carry her across the room, wants to take Robin's hands in her own, help carry the pain that's all too familiar, to hold her.

She doesn't. She musters up what she hopes is an encouraging smile. Robin grins back, line of her mouth tight before she resigns herself to looking out the window. Nancy takes it with a quick swipe to her nose before she turns back to her desk.

They remain silent for a while.

Nancy goes over the carvings, jotting down notes for later. The only noise that fills the space is the music from the radio, her pen scratching along the paper, and the occasional clank as she snaps the barrel of the revolver in and out of the frame.

They remain content in the quiet as the chorus of thunder continues to crack in the distance.

After some time Nancy turns her head to prop her chin onto her own shoulder. In the safety of shadowed light, she allows herself to look.

Robin is looking out the window, watching the angry dark clouds continue to creep in across the sky. The coming storm casts shadows and light across her face. If Nancy focuses hard enough she can almost see the reflection of it in her eyes.

Heavy rain starts to fall and the room darkens even further, heat from the little bit of sun the day had to offer slowly dissipating. The wind howls and Nancy can only just hear the birds in their nest, their silent chirps nearly hidden behind the sound of the wind as the tree that houses their nest trembles.

"I'm not cheating, by the way."

Nancy speaks suddenly, her voice soft. Robin turns to look at her. When her brows pull together and her lips pout in question Nancy has to look away. She focuses on Robin's hands, her fingers interlocked and laid against her stomach.

Nancy chokes on a swallow, attempts to hide it with a cough as she turns back to her desk. “Today, the storm. I'm using context clues, taking the hints nature has to offer. It’s Journalism 101. ‘Don’t just ask if it’s raining; go look .’

"You, though, hearing my thoughts with all your witchy magic? That's definitely cheating."

"Fair point,” Robin murmurs with a chuckle. "In my defense, Wheeler, if you don't want me to have access to your thoughts, have you considered…"

Nancy hums when Robin doesn't continue, half focused on cleaning up the mess of her desk. She shuffles note cards of the sigils she's been learning and stacks them neatly atop a book of supernatural studies.

She continues to skim the titles of cut out newspaper articles she's been using to track Henry and his pack as she waits. After no response she shoves them unceremoniously below the pile of neatly handwritten pages dotted with information she's picked up about the hybrids from Argyle.

She's inspecting the edge of her blade when she hums again. A nudge. The other part of her, the most demanding part, is still waiting, reverted to being completely attuned to all things Robin Buckley. She tampers the fluttering in her chest, or at least she tries to as she sets down the dagger and unearths a random article, tries to settle her nerves and focus on the words on the page.

The door creaks as Robin finally pulls herself away from it and Nancy’s stomach swoops as the energy shifts inside the room, mirroring to the torrent that plays outside.

She can hear the pop as Robin pulls on her fingers, the way she shakes her hand out. Robin spins the ring on her thumb as she makes her way across the room with a ghost of a smile on her lips, one Nancy knows is there without having to look back.

Another passing moment and Nancy clears her throat. Have I considered what? She thinks, doesn't trust her voice to not give her away.

"Have you, Nancy Wheeler, considered…" Robin's voice is low, scratchy, and it sends a shiver down Nancy's spine. The articles crinkle in her hands as she makes a desperate physical grab for control of her nerves.

The lights flicker and Nancy shudders. Nancy inhales deeply as Robin approaches from behind. She closes her eyes, sinks into the familiar scent and warmth that washes over.

"Have you considered not thinking about me?" Robin's voice is barely a whisper.

Nancy nods, perfect brows pulling together with a dazed shake of her head because- "Of course I have."

"So, why don't you?"

I can't.

"Why not?"

Because I'm pretty sure I’m in love with you.

part two soon!

#LexsSummerFanworksChallenge #ronance #ronance fic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #it's a hurricane of emotions is what it is #god im so excited to break them soon <3 (im lying im actually dreading it)#supernatural creatures au #3.4k words #my*stuff

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