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eskawrites · 8 months

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It’s 1979, and every day, Barb wears a dark purple bracelet around her wrist. It’s pretty, although a bit more basic than what Nancy would normally wear—just a simple band of woven fabric, and a little star charm dangling from the middle.

“Where’d you get it?” Nancy asks her one day out of the blue. She does that sometimes—asks people things without any lead up. Her mom tells her she’s inquisitive. Her dad just says she asks too many questions.

Barb never seems to mind. Over the last few weeks of getting to know each other, there’s never been a question that Barb isn’t happy to answer.

This one seems to make her sad, though. She holds her arm up and twists her wrist a little, watching the charm catch the light.

“It’s a friendship bracelet,” she says. Nancy is old enough to recognize the twinge of jealousy for what it is, but she isn’t quite old enough to understand why it’s there.

“With who?” she asks anyway.

This time Barb does hesitate. She looks around the middle school cafeteria, but they’re the only ones sitting at this end of the table, and the buzz of students is loud enough no one can really hear them even if they decide to pay them any mind. Not that they ever would. Nancy and Barb tend to fly under the radar.

“You know Robin Buckley?” Barb says, lowering her voice.

Nancy shrugs. She’s heard the name. It’s a small school, after all.

“She has the other one,” says Barb. “My parents took us to Indianapolis a few summers back. A lady at the mall was making them. I got purple for her favorite color. She has pink for mine.”

“And the star?” Nancy asks. She reaches out without really thinking about it, holding the little charm in her fingertips.

Barb smiles. “We used to stay out in the park for hours after dark, watching the stars. She knows all the constellations, and a bunch of old stories about them. She knows a ton of stuff like that. She’s pretty cool.”

“You guys don’t hang out anymore,” Nancy feels the need to point out. But Barb just shrugs.

“Yeah. We had all different classes last year, and I guess we just drifted apart. I say hi when I see her in the halls sometimes, but we just…don’t really talk anymore.”

“Oh.” Nancy lets the charm go. Barb lowers her arm and picks up her fork again. “We could get friendship bracelets.”

Barb’s eyes light up. “I saw some charms and stuff at Melvald’s the other day. We could make some!”

“Let’s do it,” Nancy decides. “When you spend the night Friday, we’ll ask Mom to take us to Melvald’s.”

“Deal.”

It’s 1983, and Nancy has a pink bracelet—with a pen charm, not a star—that she keeps in a shoebox of all of Barb’s things.

She only pulls it out and looks at it when she knows it’s a bad idea; when she’s already one bad thought away from breaking, and she holes herself up in her room so she can push herself recklessly over the edge.

She takes the bracelet in her hands and runs her fingers over the soft, time-worn threads. Pink for Barb’s favorite color. Barb had a soft, sky blue for hers. She thinks about that bracelet, dangling around Barb’s wrist while she drove them to Steve’s house, tied to her still, soaked in blood and rot as she decays in the Upside Down.

Nancy tucks the bracelet into her pocket. If Barb’s association with Nancy led her to her death, then Nancy’s association with Barb can mark her until the day she dies.

It’s 1985, and when a new girl walks up with Steve, Dustin, and Erica, looking terrified and in shock, the first thing Nancy sees is a pink bracelet around her wrist.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Nancy asks.

“I’m Robin, I work with Steve.”

But that’s not the answer. She’s not Robin who works with Steve. She’s Robin who carries stories of the constellations in her head and memories of Barb on her wrist. Robin, with a pink bracelet and a star charm that, quite frankly, looks ridiculous among the leather bands and thick rings she wears.

The group sits down once they’re finally all together. They exchange stories and make a plan, and all the while, Robin sits off to the side, on her own.

Nancy thinks about Barb sitting on her own by Steve’s pool, her gaze turned down and her shoulders stiff around her ears. She watches Robin curl up and hug her knees to her chest, and that damn pink bracelet is all she can see.

It’s 1986, and Robin complains every step of the way as Nancy wrangles her into a blouse and skirt.

“You should lose the rings,” Nancy tells her. “They’re unprofessional.”

“Gee, thanks,” Robin mutters.

“You can borrow some of mine if you still want to wear them.”

“No, it’s fine.” She pulls the rings off one by one, dropping them onto Nancy’s desk with small, satisfying clunks. She shakes out her hands when she’s done, and Nancy watches that star charm bounce back and forth along its soft pink band.

Robin notices her looking. She covers the bracelet with her hand and scowls.

“The bracelet stays. I’m not taking it off.”

“That—that’s fine.” Nancy thinks she should say something else—she’s not sure how they’ve gone this far without talking about it—but she can’t stop staring at it.

Robin’s shoulders slump. Her grip on the bracelet shifts and she runs her fingers over the charm, her expression turning sad.

“Sorry,” she says softly. “I just—I got this because of—”

“Barb.”

Robin meets her eyes.

“She told me,” Nancy says. “She—she still wore yours.”

And for the first time, it occurs to her that Barb was wearing a purple bracelet that night, too. That there has always been a part of Robin Buckley rotting in the Upside Down along with her, along with Nancy.

Maybe they were all doomed, intertwined, forsaken from the start.

“A purple bracelet,” Nancy says. “And a star charm. Because you liked watching the stars together. She said you knew all the constellations. She said—”

Robin’s arms are around her the second her voice breaks. She hugs her close, and Nancy swears she can feel that star charm pressing through her shirt.

It’s 1989, and Robin is moving box after box from her house with Steve into Nancy’s apartment.

It takes all day to get her clothes in the closet and her desk into the second bedroom they’ll use as an office and her frankly excessive collection of tapes onto the bookshelf in the living room. By the time dinner rolls around, they’ve both decided everything else is a job for tomorrow, or the day after, or next week.

But before they go to bed that night, Robin digs through a box of photo albums and picture frames to pull out a small, black shadowbox. She holds it carefully in her hands and walks over to where Nancy stands by the bookshelf. Nancy takes it from her with a soft, sad smile and reaches up to place it on the shelf. She feels Robin’s hand on her waist, and she steps back to tuck herself into her side.

They both look up at two pink bracelets, a pen charm and a star charm, hanging safely side by side.

#something-something childhood friendship bracelets and the way you never really know how to let them go #ronance #and barb!#ronance fic #(???? it's at least 1k words we'll it that)#ronance drabbles #that's the one!

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yournowheregirl · 10 months

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part 1 [part 2 - coming soon]

Robin is panicking.

She’s standing in the middle of Lovelace Lingerie and she’s panicking.

There are two reasons why she has always avoided this place like the plague. The first and obvious one being the whole ‘I'm gay and if I stare at this model wearing nothing but a lace bodysuit for a second too long, everyone is going to know exactly how gay I am’ bit. The second reason is just a plain habit. She bought her first bra at the department store, she knows what brand she likes, she knows her size and she knows that she doesn’t want all the frills and the bows and the lace. Just a plain black or white bra (maybe blue if she’s feeling fancy), nothing more, nothing less.

That is until Vickie said something when she stayed over the other day.

“Why are all your bras so boring, Robin?”

Robin never thought her bras were boring. Sure, they were plain and nothing like the colorful lace bras Vickie likes to wear, but they were just there to serve one purpose - to hold her boobs in place while she goes about her day. Plus, before Vickie, she was the only one looking at her bra and she was doing just fine, thank you very much.

But Vickie’s words got stuck in her head, as they often do, which made Robin decide to take matters into her own hands and buy something that’ll make Vickie happy. A final hail Mary to make up for all the arguments they’ve been having these last few weeks.

Though she’s beginning to regret her decision as the sheer amount of choice start to overwhelm her. There’s just so much lace. So many straps. So many colorful bows and flower designs. So many things that say they’re bras, but look more like a flimsy piece of fabric tied together with two strings of floss.

In her state of outright panic, Robin rushes through the store and grabs one of each pair of lingerie that she thinks Vickie will like. She doesn’t even bother to look at the sizing - honestly, what good is a size anyway when this bra is just a bunch of straps and two hearts cut out of red fabric - she just grabs them all and heads straight to the fitting rooms.

As it turns out, she should’ve been looking at the label because nothing seems to fit or suit her. The fabric of the lilac one is scratchy and the green one is just plain ugly. The black one makes her boobs look saggy, while the yellow one is too tight and make her boobs spill out. And don’t even get her started on the neon pink one - that one isn’t even a bra, it’s a torture device.

Oh God, she’s never gonna make it out of this alive. She’s gonna die, right here in this pink and red monstrosity of a fitting room, choked to death by satin straps, and, and- are those walls closing in on her or is she just imagining things?

A knock on the door of the fitting room snaps Robin out of her downwards spiral but her mouth still runs faster than the brain when she calls out, “Who is it?”

“Uh, it’s... it’s Nancy? I work here?” A woman responds from the other side of the door. “You were taking a long time and I was wondering if you were okay, if you needed any help.”

Help. Yes, that’s exactly what she needs. Someone who knows their way around all these lace-y things, who knows what she needs to buy to keep Vickie happy and get out of here as fast as she can.

“Yes.” Robin croaks out. “Yes, please. I definitely needs some help.”

Robin immediately regrets her decision when an actual angel steps into the dressing room rather than an employee. And Robin’s not over-exaggerating, the warm light of the hallway does make it seem like there’s a halo around her brown curls, but it’s Nancy’s smile that makes Robin grow weak in the knees. It might be a customer service smile that she knows all too well, but Nancy makes it look genuinely sweet.

Focus, Robin. She tells herself. You’re here for your girlfriend don’t get distracted by Nancy’s blue eyes or rosy pink lips or-

“Wow.” Nancy breathes, looking around the mess that Robin made of the fitting room.

“I’m sorry! I just got overwhelmed and I just grabbed everything and then I just panicked and then- then this happened.” Robin rambles apologetically.

“Don’t worry. I’ve seen worse.” Nancy smiles politely. “How can I help?”

“Is this sexy?” Robin blurts out and Jesus Christ, can the ground open up and swallow her whole right now? Why would she say something like that?

But Nancy doesn’t seem all that bothered with her question. She just blinks and cocks her head to the side, examining Robin with precision in her eyes.

“It is from our Super Sexy line, so it’s literally designed to be sexy.” Nancy says. “But the most important question is, do you feel sexy in it?”

Robin turns around and takes a good look at herself in the mirror. The color of the bra is nice and the flower and butterflies that are stitched into the fabric are pretty, but she still feels the need to wrap her arms around her body and shield it from prying eyes. It looks like something Vickie would like, it’s similar to what she owns and wears, but Robin feels that it’s just not her.

“Not really.” Robin says softly. “I’m not... all of this. I don’t wear all this complicated lace-y, girly junk and- oh shit, I’m totally insulting your job right in front of you.”

Nancy chuckles and shakes her head. “Oh believe me, you’re fine. We have a lot of things that are a bit... out there, so to say. But if you tell me what it is you’re looking for, I can see if we have something you feel more comfortable in?”

There’s something in Nancy’s eyes that Robin can’t put her finger on, but all she knows is that she’s suddenly telling Nancy everything. From her bra shopping at the department store to Vickie (Robin’s just in time to call Vickie her partner instead of girlfriend) telling her the bras she wears are boring and how she’s here in the hopes of finding something that will make her partner happy.

Nancy listens and nods along to the story, asking her questions about her preferences for colors and styles and even though Robin has know clue what she wants or what she’s talking about, Nancy doesn’t seem to mind. She just smiles and explains things into further detail with no further judgement and that somehow puts Robin’s mind at ease.

Maybe things will be alright after all

“I think I have just the thing for you.” Nancy says. “What’s your size?”

“Uh, I- I think it’s this one?” Robin grabs at the price tag on her back, but she has to twist her way like a contortionist to be able to see it. Nancy’s at her side at a split second, looking back and forth between the price tag and Robin’s cleavage.

“I don’t think this is the right fit. Do you mind if I measure you?” She asks, grabbing the yellow tape measurer from where it was hanging around her neck, a stark contrast to the black dress she’s wearing.

And yeah, Robin does mind, actually. If the satin straps aren’t the ones that are gonna kill her, a pretty girl touching her boobs just might do the trick. Still, Robin finds herself nodding and lifting her arms above her head so Nancy can easily measure her.

The tape measure is surprisingly cold when it hits her skin and instead of focusing on Nancy and her lovely petite hands, Robin starts reciting conjugations of French verbs in her head. It does little to distract her, mostly because Nancy is standing so close that Robin can swell the sweet flowery perfume she has on. Nancy’s touches are light and of course, totally professional, but Robin still feels a goosebumps spreading across her skin when Nancy’s fingertips ghost over her skin.

Christ, get a grip Buckley.

“Be right back.” Nancy smiles as soon as she’s done and disappears out of the fitting room, grabbing the bras that Robin threw on the floor earlier on her way out.

Robin leans against the wall and sighs deeply once she knows Nancy’s out of earshot. She really hopes that Nancy wasn’t able to feel the way her heart sped up just now, but the flimsy fabric of the bra she’s wearing probably did shit at hiding that. Her hand reaches up to check and yup, Nancy was definitely able to feel that.

Oh God, why can’t she just be normal for once? She has a girlfriend for crying out loud! Vickie’s the whole damn reason she’s in this pink boudoir hell-hole in the first place! She just has to keep her eyes on the prize and not let Nancy derail her from the process.

Which is easier said than done when Nancy reappears with a new bra in hand. This one is black and looks plain at first, but Robin is quick to notice the mesh detailing and cut-outs, as well as the silver decorative thread in the straps. It’s simple, yet still more exciting than any of the bras Robin currently has in her closet.

“Just let me know when you tried it on, okay?” Nancy says and with another sweet smile, she disappears again.

Robin shimmies out of the blush pink monstrosity she still had on and puts the black bra on instead. She can feel the difference almost immediately - the fabric is soft and doesn’t itch, the mesh detailing isn’t overtly sexy but just suggestive enough and it must be made of magic because her boobs have never looked this good.

Giddy with excitement, she knocks on the door and lets Nancy back inside.

“And?”

“You’re a bra wizard!” Robin beams, gesturing to herself. “Seriously, look at this! I’ve never looked this good!”

“Just doing my job.” Nancy chuckles, a faint pink blush appearing on her cheeks as she looks Robin up and down. “Uh, how’s the fit? Nothing too tight or anything?”

“Fits like a glove.”

“Good.” Nancy says. Her eyes dart between Robin’s face and her cleavage again, her gaze lingering for a beat too long, before promptly looking away, almost as if she’d been burnt. “Uh, if you decide to buy it, come find me in the store and I’ll ring it up for you, alright?”

“Yeah, alright.” Robin replies softly.

Nancy nods and quickly walks out of the fitting room, shutting the door behind her with a loud bang.

As Robin puts her clothes back on again, she can’t help but wonder what all of that was about. She knows she’s not the best with social cues but even she can recognize that there was something going on there.

Could it be-

No, no, Nancy is just a good saleswoman and Robin is just a customer in her eyes. Nothing more.

Still, Robin can’t help but feel guilty when she feels her heart skip a beat at the mere thought of not just being a customer to Nancy. With a loud sigh, she zips her jacket back up, grabs her bra and heads back into the store.

She manages to find a pair of black panties that match the bra and armed with both of those in hand, she’s able to find Nancy on the other side of the store. Nancy immediately smiles when Robin waves at her and it does nothing to slow down Robin’s already rapid heartbeat.

“Were you able to find everything?”

“Yeah, got something to match as well.” Robin nods, awkwardly holding up the pair of satin black panties.

“Oh, I know from experience that those are very comfortable. Good choice.” Nancy says, and yeah Robin’s not going to stop thinking about that one, isn’t she?

She follows Nancy to the register and her mind is still a bit hazy as she pays and watches Nancy neatly wrap her new items. She even spritzes some sugary sweet perfume onto the bag before she hands it to Robin with a bright smile. “Here you go.”

“Thank you so much for your help, honestly.” Robin says. “I mean, you saw what a mess I made back there, I was so overwhelmed and you- well, you saved me, actually.”

“I was happy to help, really.” Nancy replies. She pauses for a moment, a frown appearing on her face as if she’s thinking about what to say next. “Can I be honest with you?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“I really hope you’re also buying and wearing this set for yourself, not just your partner. You should wear something that makes you feel good, not just because your partner wants it. ” Nancy says firmly. “And frankly, your partner is an idiot if they think you’re boring without a fancy-looking garment. Trust me, you don’t need all the extra frills and ruffles.”

That... That sounds suspiciously like a compliment, maybe even a flirty compliment and Robin’s brain does not know how to deal with that right now. Not after her meltdown from earlier, not after feeling Nancy’s kind eyes and cold hands on her, not while Nancy still has that twinkle in her eyes that makes Robin go just a little insane.

“Th- thank you.” Robin stammers. She grabs the bag a bit tighter, as if that’ll help her get back to reality. It’s still pretty hard though because Nancy looks even prettier in the daylight and- “I gotta gay. Go! I mean- I gotta go. Bye!”

“Have a nice day!” Nancy calls out after her, but Robin’s blood is pumping so loudly in her ears that it mostly gets drowned out.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, what is happening to her?

A firm hand on her shoulder shakes her from her thoughts and Robin turns around with a loud yelp.

“Jesus, it’s just me.” Steve says defensively. “Did you buy the whole store or something? You were in there for a while.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine. I’m good.” Robin nods a little too obviously, making Steve frown at her. Dammit, why can he always see right through her? But that doesn’t stop her from lying through her teeth. “I’m fine, Steve. Really. I promise.”

Steve hums, still unimpressed. “Alright. If you say so. Glad you got everything you need to woo her right off her feet.”

“Wha- what? Woo who?” Robin panics. How did Steve already know about that weird thing between her and Nancy? Did he have supersonic hearing or something? X-ray eyes? (which, gross, don’t use those eyes in a lingerie store, Steven)

“Ha, you sound like an owl.” Steve snorts. “But I’m talking wooing Vickie, idiot. That’s why you went in there, right?”

Right. Vickie.

brought to you by: me going bra shopping earlier today. also sorry to the vickie stans, i’m sure she’s lovely but she’s not gonna be lovely in this series. stay tuned for part 2! (kudos if you can spot an iconic line from glee that i just had to add in for funsies)

#ronance #ronance fic #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things ficlet #stranger things #ronance ficlet #am i turning into a ronance blog? maybe #but the girls deserve some love too!!#okay going to bed now bye bye

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katyswrites · 1 year

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Nancy nods again, her face soft. “Yeah - there’s a guy out there somewhere who’d be beyond lucky to have you.”

She squeezes Robin’s wrist then, gently, her face sincere as she meets her gaze.

And suddenly, Robin can’t bear it. Maybe it’s the booze that’s still in her system, or the sound of Whitney Houston drifting in from the yard, or the fading adrenaline from trying to bang the door down. Or, maybe none of these things are true at all. Maybe, it’s just that Nancy looks really beautiful, despite everything, and she’s close enough that Robin can smell her strawberry shampoo, and it’s easy to forget that there’s a world outside of this bathroom, even if just for a moment. All she knows is that it’s just too much -

And then Robin is closing the minute amount of space between them, grabbing Nancy gently by the back of her neck, and pulling her forward, pressing her lips hard against Nancy’s.

Nancy lets out a squeak of surprise, but doesn’t pull away. It’s terrifying, and incredible. It’s even more incredible when Robin feels Nancy relax, and oh God, she’s kissing her back.

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This incredible fanart was made by a mutual of mine (@/Timevortexgirl on Twitter & @/monochromevortex on IG). It was inspired by a scene from my Ronance fanfic, what doesn’t kill me (makes me want you more) on ao3. Make sure to follow her and give her art some love, and check out the fic, if interested!

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smileweakandwrong · 6 months

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Nancy opened her eyes and blinked hard, trying to force her eyesight back and the images out of her mind. Robin already had the Tylenol out of her pack and was handing her two for the headache. Before she could explain the grisly vision, there was a crackle of static from their walkies and then El’s voice was barrelling through the quiet of the library.

“Get out! It’s a trap! It’s a trap!”

Steve pulled Nancy to her feet and they ran for the doors before she could grab her pack. She made it two steps before the floor beneath her boots was collapsing and a vine was winding around her ankle. She felt the sharp tug and then she was being pulled down, down, down through the rough hole in the floor.

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Or, things do not go as planned when the group returns to the Upside Down.

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steddiealltheway · 2 years

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Disclaimer: NOT a stancy post.

After Hawkins is almost destroyed, Steve and Nancy go on a date. Not even intentionally, but Eddie and Robin are insistent on them going out to the point that they both call and cancel their group plans last minute with terrible excuses.

“My car broke down.”

“Robin, you don’t have a car.”

“Well, I’m vomiting but you and Nancy should still go together! Goodbye.”

“What about Ed-”

Steve hears the dial tone and immediately gets another call.

“I can’t make it.”

“Eddie? What-”

“It’s the bees again.”

“Again-?”

And once again Steve hears the dial tone. Nancy is already at Steve’s - where they had all agreed to meet - so Steve quickly fills her in. They both decide to still go to the movies and eat after.

Before the movie starts, they’re both sitting in awkward silence. Steve breaks it asking, “So you think Eddie and Robin did this on purpose?”

“Definitely.”

Steve hesitantly suggests, “Maybe we should make it a date. See what all their fussing is about?”

Nancy just kind of shrugs and smiles tightly.

Meanwhile, Eddie and Robin are definitely hanging out but are sitting in silence lost in thought. Eddie says, “So… we did it.”

Robin just hums in agreement. Eddie nods and fidgets with his rings.

“It’s weird, right?” Robin continues, “We’ve been pushing it for so long and now it’s… happening.”

“Which is… great,” Eddie says unconvincingly.

“So great…” Robin agrees with the same enthusiasm.

They both look at each other and hold eye contact, then they’re both gasping and speaking at the same time.

“Are you…”

“You too?!”

They’re absolutely giddy and high five each other. Then, they’re complaining about how stupid they are to set them Steve and Nancy up and why did they do it???

“Maybe we just want them to be happy, and we know we have no chance,” Robin suggests.

“Maybe we want this date to fail so we can see if we have a chance.”

Robin nods, “That one! That one.”

They both stare at each other and Robin gives Eddie a look.

“No… no,” Eddie says firmly.

“Come on!”

“We are not crashing their date!”

Robin sighs, “Not crashing it! Just… spying on them.”

Eddie pauses for a moment to consider it. Then he’s jumping up and down asking, “Do we get to wear disguises?”

And of course Robin agrees.

Back at the date, Steve and Nancy are watching the movie, but Steve keeps leaning over to talk about how a character reminds him of Eddie. Nancy agrees with him and keeps going on about how she wishes Robin were there because she’d love the movie.

As the movie goes on, Nancy and Steve find themselves arguing about a different character who Steve insists is like Eddie, but Nancy says they’re like Robin.

“But he’s so energetic like him!”

Nancy whisper argues, “But he rambles all the time just like Robin does.”

“Gosh, it’s embarrassing when she does that in front of people she has a crush on.”

Nancy laughs slightly confused. “What do you mean? She rambles all the time. I don’t know how it could get worse.”

Steve shrugs and goes back to arguing that another character is like Eddie, and Nancy shoots back that not every character can be Eddie.

“But Eddie’s like all of them in different ways! He’s kind, brave, energetic, sweet, ho-”

He’s cut off when the lady in front of him shushes him. Nancy holds back a laugh. Steve and Nancy stay quiet for the rest of the movie.

Eddie and Robin agree to go straight to the diner they had suggested going to after the movie. (They took a while to find appropriate disguises)

They walk in and get looks from everyone in the building. Luckily, Steve and Nancy aren’t there yet. They choose a corner booth that overlooks most of the diner.

Robin fiddles with her fake mustache and asks Eddie if it’s really necessary for them to keep their sunglasses on indoors. Eddie says yes and fights to keep his hair to stay up in his bucket hat. Robin has a matching one that looks unfairly good on her.

Robin fiddles with her black trench coat - curtesy of the deepest depths of Eddie’s closet. Eddie tugs at the flannel Robin made him wear with just a plain black shirt and no extra layers. He moves to fidget with his rings until he realizes they’re not there.

They both feel uncomfortable, but they’re buzzing with anticipation. A waitress comes by to take their order, not slightly phased by the weirdness.

When their food arrives along with two large milkshakes - they deserve it if they’re going to sit through this - Steve and Nancy arrive at the diner. They’re already laughing about something.

Eddie and Robin both go for their milkshakes needing the support.

Steve and Nancy sit at a table next to their booth without paying Eddie or Robin any attention.

“I’m just saying,” Steve starts, “Robin would be the first to die on a deserted island.”

Robin fights the urge to throw a fry at Steve.

“And I think it would be Eddie.”

Eddie aggressively shoves a handful of fries in his mouth to keep himself quiet.

“There’s no way Eddie would sacrifice himself for me so quickly. Robin would totally do it for you though,” Steve says causally.

Nancy shakes her head, “Robin would be more resourceful than that. If anything, I would be the one sacrificing myself for her.”

“I would probably do the same for Eddie.”

Eddie and Robin look at each other, not knowing at all how to interpret the conversation.

“I will say, Nance.” Eddie flinches at the nickname. “I was a bit offended when you chose Robin over me.”

Nancy laughs, “You chose Eddie to be the only one on the island with you first!”

“Touché,” Steve says and then the same waitress is taking their orders.

Eddie and Robin turn bright red and start shoving food into their mouths, not knowing what else to do.

“So, I was thinking about Eddie-”

“I was wondering about Robin-”

Steve and Nancy laugh and Steve gestures for Nancy to go first.

“I was wondering about Robin’s obsession to get us together, but I’ve never seen her with anyone. I was just… I don’t know. Wondering if we should try to set her up.”

Steve huffs out, “I was thinking the same thing about Eddie!”

Eddie and Robin exchange worried eye contact. This can’t possibly be happening.

Nancy comments, “I know someone that would be perfect for Robin. And someone who would probably be a great fit for Eddie. I could see what I can do.”

Steve smiles tightly and nods. The waitress arrives with their food. They both thank her and eat in silence.

Robin kicks Eddie’s shoe and cocks her head towards the door. Eddie throws his hands up trying to ask how they could possibly sneak past the pair without them noticing.

“Why does that feel so wrong?” Steve asks, effectively cutting off Robin and Eddie’s silent conversation.

“It does.” Nancy confirms. She fidgets with a french fry and quietly - but not quietly enough that Eddie and Robin can’t hear - says, “Because maybe you like Eddie.”

Steve replies, “And maybe you like Robin.”

Nancy looks slightly teary eyed and nods at Steve. He reaches out and grabs her hand and says, “I think we definitely do.”

Eddie chokes on his milkshake. Full on spluttering and coughing. Robin gasps and tries to put her hands over his mouth, but she ends up knocking her milkshake over in the rush.

Eddie’s coughing dies down and he winces at Robin. They both turn towards Nancy and Steve who are staring back at them with their jaws dropped.

The pairs hold eye contact for a few awkward moments.

“Wanna join the booth?” Eddie asks, breaking the frozen tension.

Steve groans and puts his head in his hands. Nancy grabs a plethora of napkins and wipes up Robin’s mess - luckily, Robin had already drunk most of it in a stress induced haze.

Steve and Nancy actually move their food to the booth.

Eddie sheepishly takes off his sunglasses and his hair tumbles out of the bucket hat when Steve takes it off.

Nancy peels off Robin’s fake mustache gently and says, “Really?” Robin shrugs and takes off her sunglasses but leaves the hat on.

Steve looks back and forth between Eddie and Robin and asks, “So you heard all of that.”

Robin looks down at the table and rambles, “I mean maybe not all of it. Just most. A lot. Maybe almost all of it...”

“We missed that last part though,” Eddie says with a big smile. “I think you’ll have to say it again.”

“Did you actually?” Steve asks sounding panicked and relieved at the same time.

Eddie reaches out for Steve’s hand and laces their fingers together. “No.”

Nancy leans over to Robin and says, “So I heard you ramble around people you like.” Which ends up making Robin ramble at the speed of light, and Nancy kisses her on the cheek which makes her short circuit and not able to speak.

“So why did you guys try to set us up?” Nancy asks.

“Why did you guys try to set us up?” Eddie fires back.

Steve responds, “Because we wanted to see you happy. Was that the reason you two did it?”

Eddie and Robin make sheepish eye contact. “Yeah, for sure,” Eddie says and Robin just nods along.

Later that night, Robin tells Nancy the truth and she just rolls her eyes and kisses her.

When Eddie tells Steve the truth, dramatically claiming that he set him up for failure all along. Steve replies that it wasn’t truly failure if he got him in the end.

#steddie #ronance #steddie fic #ronance fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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ronanceautistic · 4 months

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Here is my mostly Ronance, mostly Nancy-centric fic masterlist :D

Meta

Nancy Wheeler full character analysis with a focus on autistic traits (the autistic nancy doc)

Over 150K

Stranger Things rewrite where Nancy goes missing instead of Will (Ronance, Wheeler Siblings, platonic Stobin) - ch. 36/41

50K - 100K

Nancy and Robin gay pining during summer 1986 (Ronance, minor Byler)

10K-50K

The Last Of Us AU (Ronance, Max & Nancy, Max & Robin, platonic Stobin & minor Lumax)

Nancy can freeze time (Ronance, platonic Ednancy)

Grosse Pointe Blank AU where Nancy is a hitman for hire (Ronance, platonic Ednancy, platonic Stobin)

Season 4 rewrite where Nancy is cursed instead of Max (Ronance)

One shots set inbetween Season 1 and 2 (Jopper, Boyce, Byler, Wheeler Siblings, Eleven & Robin)

5-10K

Nancy is stuck in a death loop, Robin has to watch (Ronance)

Modern AU where Robin and Nancy do a school project (Ronance)

The Good Place AU (Ronance, Minor Steddie)

Two one shots, werewolf!Robin and werewolf!Nancy (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Pirate AU based on Monkey Island (Ronance)

Under 5K

Robin and Nancy meet on Nancy's first day of Kindergarten (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Depression/Healing fic where Robin takes care of Nancy (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Nancy has a flashback with only Mike around to help (Wheeler Siblings)

Nancy angst with Robin loving her (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Ronance aquarium date! (Ronance)

7 year old Nancy scripts a D&D-ish game for Robin (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Robin needs stitches, but is afraid of blood. Nancy is here to help and pine. (Ronance)

Horror Movie AU where Robin & Nancy stay the night at the Creel House (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Nancy and Robin are werewolves, who turn during S4 E7 (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Nancy is not okay, Robin notices (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Nancy’s Vecna Vision from Max’s POV (Max & Nancy, minor Lumax)

Robin and Nancy take care of each other after the gates open (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Nancy is afraid of heights (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

Nancy survivors guilt character study (Ronance, platonic or romantic)

The night after Fred’s death (Just Nancy)

Nancy loneliness character study (Just Nancy)

#nancy wheeler #stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #robin x nancy #ronance fic #mike wheeler #ronancetober #wheeler siblings #byler #stobin #ednancy #eddie munson

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dufrau · 28 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley Additional Tags: Smut, Phone Sex, mostly flirting tbh, Banter, Talking, silliness, and then they bang, but like with words, they like each other, this is not a healthy way to confront your feelings probably, but these crazy kids are gonna make it work, Fluff Summary:

"Are you ever just so..." Nancy breathed in deep and let it out. "Hungry. That it makes you feel crazy? Like if you don't eat something right now you're gonna flip out, and like, do something? Something incredibly..." She took another breath. "-Ill-advised?"

"Um. Can you get something delivered?" Robin asked.

"God," Nancy laughed roughly. "I wish."

phonance smut

#ronance #ronance fic #phonance #its done #its bad and stupid and i hate it #but its done and now i can move on with my life!#lets goooooo #the warring emotions of 'i hate this its terrible' and also 'please read it and like it i spent so long on it'

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theshippirate22 · 10 months

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having thoughts about Robin freaking out because she doesn’t know how to kiss and she’s got a date tonight and what the fuck is she supposed to do and asking Steve to teach her and of course he gives her a lesson (typical practice-makes-perfect kind of lesson) but it sucks lowkey because they’re next level platonic that it just doesn’t work and he starts freaking out too because he realizes he hasn’t kissed anyone since ‘84 and he’s convinced he’s forgotten how to do it.

at which point, he calls Nancy to come over and help (because she was his last kiss yk? it makes sense to him somehow) they kiss for a while to try and figure out what’s wrong, but then Nancy is like, this is stupid, if we’re teaching Robin why am i re-teaching you so you can teach her when we can cut out the middle man and i can teach her directly, so then Nancy and Robin start kissing

at which point, Eddie wanders over to bug Steve and walks in on Nancy straddling Robin’s lap and Steve watching them make out and ohohohoho boyyyy he’s gotta stick around and see where this goes

which then becomes, Nancy kissing Eddie to see if it’s different enough that it’s a big deal, then telling Robin to kiss Eddie just in case, which is *horrible* for both of them because while Eddie may be bi, Robin is NOT his type and he’s certainly NOT hers

then eventually, Nancy decides she’s good enough to go on her date (Robin decided 45 minutes ago that she’s going to cancel the date and see if Nancy wants to meet her at Skull Rock wink wink) so they leave

And it’s then and only then that Eddie admits he doesn’t know how to kiss either, and Steve, charming hero that he is, is like oh! well i just remembered so I can show you now! and next thing they know they’re hooking up on Steve’s couch

#thoughts?#should i write a fic #i mean i probably will anyway for myself #but do y’all wanna see it #also ideas and critiques welcome!#steddie #ronance #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #steddie fic #ronance fic #stranger things #fruity four #ronance smut #steddie smut

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boldlyvoid · 3 months

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Silk Chiffon (why wouldn't it be?)

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Summary: Robin can read Nancy like her favourite book, it just takes her a few tries to get the translation right.

Warnings: coming out, demisexual Nancy, anxiety about the future ad regrets from the past. first kiss, love confessions

a/n: i know demisexuality wasn't coined till like 2004/2008 (depending on the source) but it just fits here and so I'm using it

word count: 2k

Robin can tell something is up. They’re trying to sleep, laying side by side in her twin bed, Robin facing her while she stares up at the ceiling. Eyes open, hands interlocked and laying on her stomach, her breathing is a little too fast. Like her thoughts are racing and therefore, her heart must be, too.

“Do you want to talk?” Robin whispers.

Nancy lets out a deep sigh, “no… but yes.”

“You can tell me anything,” she reminds her. After all they’ve been through, there’s nothing Robin can’t handle now.

“Can I ask you a question?”

She nods, “yeah, of course.”

She scoots a little closer to Nancy as she turns to face robin, inches from her face now, so her whispers can’t be heard by anyone else. “Are you… asexual?”

“What? No?” Robin’s absolutely shocked by that. “Why would you think I am?”

“Cause Steve hits on anything with a pulse and you’ve never gotten with him. You’re so adamant that you’re platonic with a capital P and he obviously would respect you if you turned him down but like… you guys don’t flirt. Steve flirts with everyone, but not you?” She explains, rambling a bit which is so unlike her.

“He did try and tell me he had a thing for me… when we were high, after the Russian’s… but I uh, I um, I’m—” she tries to swallow, to get some moisture back in her mouth. Terrified that this is where the friendship dies. This is why she never had sleepovers before. Telling someone the truth after spending so many nights side by side can only end one way. Disgust. Betrayal. Being kicked out and humiliated in the middle of the night.

“Robin,” she reaches out and soothes her hand over her shoulder and down her arm. “It’s okay.”

She takes a deep breath, nodding slightly. “I’m a lesbian.”

“That’s wonderful,” Nancy smiles at her. “I’m proud of you for telling me… I love that you trust me.”

Robin feels like crying but she doesn’t, she just lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding for so long, “thank you. Really.”

“How did you know?” Nancy asks. “Like, did you always know or did it sneak up on you?”

“Oh, I uh, I always knew,” she explains. “Like… when all the other girls were swooning over boys, I was so disgusted by it. My mom thought I was just a late bloomer but then, then I got a crush. I didn’t think it was a crush but the more I thought about it, the more I was so worried I was just obsessed with her. Like a freak.”

“That’s how I felt about Steve at first,” she explains. “But that’s just because I thought that was what you were supposed to do when you like someone.”

“Yeah, it feels so intense you just want to look at them and be near them and—and relate to them, so you become who they want to get closer to them and you lose a bit of yourself,” Robin rants. “I hate it. I wish someone would like me for me, that someone could see me for who I really am and stay who they really are and we can stay happy together.”

“I want that too,” she sighs.

“We’ll find it,” Robin gives her a little smile.

“Would it be okay for me to tell you a secret now?”

“Why wouldn't it be?”

“When I was touring the campus in Boston, mom went to find a payphone so she could call home and see if Holly was okay… I went to the store to get a sweater but I ended up finding all the textbooks for each course and—and I bought the book for the human sexualities class,” she explains. “And I read it all.”

“Can I read it next?” Robin asks, thinking nothing of it. Nancy loves to learn, there’s nothing wrong with that.

“Yeah, it’s just…” she bites her lip for a second. “Have you ever heard of demisexuality?”

She shakes her head, “no.”

“The way the book described it is basically someone who only develops sexual feelings for someone or enjoys and initiates sex with someone who they’re emotionally close with,” she explains.

“Makes sense,” Robin nods along. “So, is that why you asked if I’m asexual?”

She nods, “Yeah… and because I think that’s me.”

“Oh?”

“With Steve, the first time was so— not bad, but uncomfortable. I wanted to, at least I thought I did. I thought lying to your parents and going to a boy's house to drink beer and have your first time was such a normal teenage girl thing to do that I did it. But I didn’t enjoy myself—

“Most girls don’t the first time,” Robin validates her feelings. “I’m not saying you’re not demisexual, I’m just saying that’s normal.”

“I know it is, but… then I kept dating Steve. I did fall in love with him, he was a good friend to me and the sex did get better, which I know you don’t want to hear about but—

“I don’t mind,” she giggles slightly. “I always knew he wasn’t as good as he bragged to be.”

Nancy laughs too, “he was good. It just took me a while to initiate it and have fun and then there was Jonathan. It was so different with him, that first time was so good. It was months of building a friendship and an understanding that bubbled to the top and it was wonderful. But then it died. As we drifted apart, as he stopped being my best friend, the longer we weren’t together, the harder it was to keep loving him.”

Robin nods, “And that happened with Steve too?”

“No. No, it faded with Steve because of Jonathan. Like, I have a one-track mind when it comes to love and whoever my best friend is at the time is the only person I want to be with. And I hate myself for that,” she explains.

“You were also a teenage girl, I mean, you still are,” Robin talks her off the ledge. “You’re 18. You don’t need to have all the answers and be 100% perfect all the time. I mean there are adults in their 30s and 40s who cheat and ruin families all the time, you’re not like that. You have time to learn who you are and what you like and be truly loved. It’ll be okay.”

Nancy starts to cry a bit, “I don’t think it will…”

“Hey,” Robin moves in closer, pulling her in against her chest, she runs her hand over Nancy’s back. “You will. You are loved. Very loved.”

“That’s why I’m so scared. I don’t want to lose this,” she whispers, her voice smaller than it’s ever been. She hugs Robin so close, “If I love you… if we get together just to go to different colleges and spend days not talking, it’ll dwindle and die like everything else and I can’t lose you. You’re my favourite friend I’ve had in a long time.”

“So that’s why you asked… cause if I was asexual we couldn’t hook up and you wouldn’t lose me,” Robin pieces it all together.

She just nods against her, “I have loved this time so much. I love how we talk about everything. I love how we can do nothing and still enjoy it because we're together. I love that life with you is so easy and fun and—and I just love you.”

Robin simply kisses the top of her head before resting her cheek against her, “I love you too… but unlike those two idiots, I’m not going to let the best girl I’ve ever known in my whole life just walk away. You’re going to get sick of me. I’m going to call you in Boston, and I’m going to come visit when I can, we’ll be home for Thanksgiving, Christmas and spring break and if you get a summer internship in Boston, I can come out there for the summer. If I get to love you, to really love you, I’m making it work for the long run.”

“Is Steve going to be okay with it?” She worries more.

Robin just laughs, “Yeah, seeing as he’s had to listen to me pine over you for months now, he knows. He’s okay… he has someone special of his own now. I’ll let him tell you who, but he’s okay. He’s moved on. We’re allowed to be happy.”

Nancy lets out a relieved laugh, holding Robin even tighter. “Oh my god, it feels so good to tell you. I have been thinking about this for weeks. Months maybe.”

“You have a killer poker face then,” Robin teases. “I thought you were so straight.”

“I did too,” Nancy whispers, adjusting her head so she’s closer to Robin’s throat. She gives her a little kiss, “Then I spent a week with you and something brewed and all I could think about was seeing you again, and talking to you again and kissing you to get you to shut up.”

Robin laughs, “Yeah, that’s one way to do it.”

Nancy straddles her, a knee on both sides of her hips, her arms wrapped around her middle, she keeps kissing the side of her neck. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“I’ve never been kissed before,” Robin admits. “I’ve never done anything, before… I’m not sure I’m ready to just jump into it, either.”

“I’m not ready for that either,” Nancy agrees, holding her tighter for a moment before she props herself up on her hands and leans over her. Her hair dangling down in Robin's face, she reaches up to push her hair back behind her ear. “But I would like to kiss you.”

“Please?” Robin all but begs.

Balancing on one hand, Nancy cups her face gently, rubbing her thumb over Robin’s cheek. She leans in slowly, savouring the moment, building anticipation before it happens.

One touch, 4 lips meet, one explosion, 2 lives better in an instant.

Suddenly, all at once, she understands the big bang. How something so small could create so much. She understands every love song and poem, every painting and sculpture… every depiction of the world from a lens of love and happiness and longing and belonging.

The kiss deepens, and she follows Nancy’s lead because she knows what she’s doing. Sure, she’s seen enough movies to get the gist of making out, but there’s something so different about experiencing it firsthand. The way her tongue feels so right against her own, how their lips move in tandem like they were programmed this way… how Nancy slips from her perch and rests her body weight on her and Robin's hands instinctively wrap around her and she holds her there.

Nancy brushes her hair back a few times, trying to get it out of Robin’s face and stop it from tickling her, but it keeps falling back down. Eventually, Robin misses the feel of her hand on her cheek, so she gathers Nancy’s hair in her hands and holds it as if her fist was a ponytail. To her surprise, Nancy just hums against her, thanking her while her tongue is in Robin's mouth.

She never wants this to end.

She could make out with Nancy for the rest of her life if she was allowed. They could never leave this bed again for all she cared. She would give up every early pleasure for Nancy’s.

When Nancy does eventually pull away, it’s just a millimetre before she rests her forehead against robins. She’s breathing just as deep as Robin, flushed and craving more but they said they wouldn’t. They can’t. It needs to be more special than in the middle of the night in the Wheeler’s house with people on either side of her walls and across the hall.

“I love you,” Nancy whispers.

“I love you,” she whispers right back. “There’s no getting rid of me now. You’re stuck with me, I hope you understand that.”

Nancy just giggles that beautiful giggle. “Good.”

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lonesome-witching · 10 months

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It's Just a Kiss

Sorry for the long wait but here is another prompt for you. This one was sent in anonymously, so thank you. I hope this sort of fit with what you had in mind when you said Nancy giving Robin her first kiss. At least I tried my best.

You can read previous prompt right here on ao3. Or you can send in a prompt of your own.

“What was your first kiss like?”

The question had tumbled out before Nancy could think better of it. She had just gotten caught up in the conversation, the one where Robin kept making fun of Nancy for dating Steve, and she needed to retaliate.

But it had been a stupid question. The second the words escaped her lips Nancy knew it was a stupid question. Because if Robin had had her first kiss then it wouldn’t have been a good one. It would have been with Tommy B or Mark Lewinsky during a game of spin the bottle. Or it would have been with Milton Bledsoe out of peer pressure from her friends from band. Or it would have been with Dash Montague when he came on to her, Nancy’s blood had boiled when Robin told her about that. But either way, Robin wouldn’t have liked it. Because Robin didn’t like boys.

She had told Nancy a few weeks ago. It hadn’t really changed anything between them. They still hung out every Friday night after Robin’s shift, they still sat next to each other at the movie nights the kids forced them into, Nancy still went over to Family Video to hang out with her and Steve. Except it had changed everything.

Because suddenly, Nancy looked at things differently. She started noticing the graffiti around the town, the vile words that painted Hawkins a special shade of homophobic. She started noticing the whispered remarks between girls and the shouted jokes between boys. And she hated all of it. She hated it even more when she noticed Robin noticing the comments, the way she would fold into herself as if she was trying to hide.

Which is exactly why she hated herself for asking that stupid question.

“I– uhm. I haven’t really had my first kiss yet.” Robin looked at her own lap, twisting her fingers around each other.

It might have been the best answer Nancy could have gotten. But it still rubbed her the wrong way. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s alright. It’s a normal question. I mean, it’s not that I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone. It’s just that no one really wanted to kiss me.”

“No one?” Nancy probably shouldn’t have sounded as surprised as she did.

“I mean, the people who did want to kiss me weren’t exactly my type.”

“Does it bother you? That you haven’t had a first kiss yet?” It bothered Nancy. Maybe she should have just changed the subject.

“A little. It’s not that big of a deal, I guess I hoped to get some experience in college but now that I’m not going–”

“Yet,” Nancy interrupted quickly.

“Now that I’m not going yet, it does bother me a bit more. But it’s okay. It’s not like there is anything I can do about it.”

“Do you want to kiss me?” It slipped out, just like the earlier question had. Somehow Nancy had lost control of her own mouth.

Robin’s eyes widened in shock. “No– I mean, you are pretty– It’s– I– I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything. You’re my friend, I don’t want to ruin that.”

“It would just be a kiss. It doesn’t have to ruin anything and at least then you won’t have to wait until you leave for college, whenever that will be.”

“I– Uhm– I don’t know– What do you want me to say?” Robin finally looked up, as if she was hoping to see the perfect answer painted on Nancy’s face. Maybe it was, Nancy wasn’t sure.

“Just the truth, do you want to have your first kiss?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Would you be okay with me being your first kiss?”

“I don’t want to make–”

Nancy pushed her finger against Robin’s lips. “That’s not what I asked.”

“Yes.” Robin’s lips pressed against Nancy’s finger as she spoke.

“Can I kiss you, Robin?”

Robin made a soft noise as her eyes dropped to Nancy’s lips. “I might be a shit kisser. I have never done it before.”

“That’s the whole point, that you’ve never done it before. And really, kissing isn’t all that hard, just follow my lead.” Nancy leaned in slowly, giving Robin the time to refuse, to ask for her to stop, to push her away. But Robin didn’t. She just sat frozen on Nancy’s bed, her eyes still glued to Nancy’s lips. “Close your eyes,” Nance whispered softly.

She obeyed her own words as she pressed her lips against Robin’s. It felt… nice. Robin’s lips were soft and vaguely tasted of chocolate and sugar. Nancy started moving her lips. Slowly at first, allowing Robin to get used to it. But Robin’s lips mimicked the movements perfectly and Nancy couldn’t help but feel a soft tingling feeling in her lips. Her right hand grabbed at Robin’s shoulder, needing to hold onto something.

It probably wasn’t supposed to feel like this, like she was drowning. Her mind was filled with a new type of fog and her body buzzed with some foreign feeling.

She needed to pull away.

But then Robin accidentally bit into Nancy’s bottom lip and Nancy softly whined. The hand on Robin’s shoulder slipped up into Robin’s hair, pulling her closer. She needed more. She needed to lick into Robin’s mouth, needed to push her hands under Robin’s shirt, needed to hear Robin moan her name.

Nancy pulled away quickly, nearly tumbling off the bed. It was supposed to just be a kiss. It wasn’t supposed to leave her breathless and wanting.

Robin’s eyes were still closed, a soft smile on her lips. She dropped down on Nancy’s pillow without opening her eyes.

“So… What was your first kiss like?” Nancy asked, her eyes stuck on Robin’s kiss swollen lips. She really wanted to lean back in.

Robin opened her eyes. “It was great. You are a wonderful kisser, Nance. I hope I wasn’t too bad.”

“No, you were– You’re a natural, Robin.” Nancy dropped down next to Robin, watching as Robin’s eyes sparkled, hoping that she’d get to do it again.

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fastcardotmp3 · 5 months

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Nancy Wheeler needs a steadier set of hands.

It’s a vital thing, the steadiness, and one which she’s prided herself on for a long time now, but in this moment? On this endless night? Nancy needs a steadier set of hands.

She stands along the wall, close to the door because it’s crowded beyond measure in the double-wide trailer that’s used primarily as a med center and because it’s hard enough to breathe during this conversation without direct access to an exit.

The fingers of her right hand tap against the side of her thigh, a discordant rhythm which her ballet instructors of her youth would have disparaged on the spot. Stay in time, Nancy! Don’t be so hesitant, Nancy! Did you forget how to count, Nancy?!

Her fingers tap, but the beat of her heart is not much better at keeping consistent time, so what is she meant to count along with? Where is the pace being set? Where is the music to guide her through this moment as her unsteady hands reach into the bag slung across her body and pull out a bottle of lake water, black as pitch and viscous?

Where is her partner in this pas de deux as the glass clatters with the uncontrollable force she uses to set it down on the table at the center of the room?

“Jesus Christ.”

“That’s our drinking water?”

“It looks like— like fuckin’ Venom.”

“What the hell is Venom, Henderson?”

“From Spider-Man? Symbiote alien from another planet and—”

“That’s our drinking water?”

Nancy stands against the wall.

She watches and she listens as they pass the bottle around, the glass face boasting Coca-Cola loud enough that it almost really does just look like a bottle of flat soda, and she chooses to let them bicker.

There was a time, some many months ago now, when Nancy would have walked in and at the very least pretended at enough confidence and certainty to convince everyone she had a plan and they would all be okay and they wouldn’t all die of thirst because the Upside Down and the entity controlling it has finally decided that direct action against their resources might be more efficient that sending monsters through the gates has been so far.

There was a time, indeed, when Nancy might have even felt such confidence, such certainty, but she can't remember that sensation now.

Not a sensory memory within her reach, not a modicum of cautious optimism born from a girl who had not yet learned the undeniable yearning of loss.

Nancy is here, as Joyce forces them all into some semblance of focus, kids and adults and the meeting of the two alike, but Nancy is also there.

Nancy is sixteen again, making a choice which changed her life, a choice she weighs in her hands during every moment of quiet, during every moment of noise too. If she had gotten in the car with Barb, would they have been able to outrun the forces of the Upside Down together?

Would Nancy simply have been dragged to her death with her best friend instead?

Is she fucked in the head for thinking both of those options may have been better than the reality?

“We need Max,” El is saying, arguing back against the sudden surge of insistence to fight. “When I can get through to Max, then we will have the upper hand.”

She says it a little stilted, a turn of phrase she's heard more than she's used, one which she likely only knows in this specific context.

Jonathan is standing beside her, close enough to offer visible support.

Eddie has a finger looped through the belt at Steve's waist, doing the same.

Robin sits beside Erica, Lucas on the other side of his sister, and Dustin pacing in the small space behind the couch.

Nancy leans against the wall by the door.

“We can't just wait around,” Steve shakes his head, almost in apology. “Vecna or— or the other thing, whatever's in charge at this point— it's making a play, right? That's what's happening? It's going on offense and we can't just keep playing defense, we have to actually make a play back.”

Nancy feels a headache brewing behind her eyes, clenches and unclenches her right hand in a fist to try and find something like stability. Fails at it.

“We've been holding our ground long enough,” Robin agrees with him boldly, “we understand how to fight back. If we catch him by surprise...”

“But can we? Catch him by surprise?” Lucas now, deep bags of grief under his eyes which Nancy understands all too well.

She wishes for him to never understand it as well as she does.

She wishes for a lot of things.

“He's baiting us,” Dustin shakes his head. “We tried that game with— with Max,” a thick swallow, “and he's mocking us with it. We should wait. We aren't ready.”

“It doesn't matter whether or not we're ready,” Nancy hears herself speaking and the way all those eyes turn on her is the sort of being seen she's avoided all her life.

Ever since she was a child, she hasn't been able to stomach people pretending to know her. Ever since she was a child it's been a form of control, a form of expectation, another set of rules she's had to conform to and she's goddamn tired of it.

She's really just so tired.

“It doesn't matter,” she shrugs, crosses her arms and grips at her biceps so no one can see the way her hands shake. “We'll never be ready, but if we wait long enough we will get weaker because we won't have water and we won't have food and it will be winter. He'll freeze us out before we can even try. It doesn't fucking matter.”

Things are escalating where the people of Hawkins are still trapped in the wasteland. In the midst of it, Nancy Wheeler finds catharsis, and maybe even hope. sequel to "that's just wasteland, baby!"

Ronance | 15.5k words | rated E

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#MONTHS i have been working on this!!! MONTHS!! but she's DONE!!#dot fic #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance fic #wasteland baby universe my adored it took a year but i have returned <3 #this series is just putting them through cathartic acts of violence and also healing sex and what about it

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