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unholyhelbig · 6 months

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Feral!Nance going wild over her "friend" Robin being beat up on a fight for being gæ

Title: I'd Like to Know You

Ship: Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Warnings: Homophobia, blood, usage of slurs, classic 1980's close-mindedness.

[A/n: Did this cure my writers block? Maybe. But probably not. Also, I didn't proofread]

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There was a distinct sound that accompanied broken ribs. It was a pop that was often muted and overruled by a grunt, or a scream, or any type of frazzled sound. Nancy Wheeler was sure she broke her ribs the first time she handled something stronger than a handgun. Of course, they were just bruised, but it still took her a few moments to pull gunpowder-soaked air into her lungs.

The sound she heard when Robin Buckley’s side slammed into the slate gray 1979 Camaro was undeniably that of broken ribs. She’s been shoved into the door with enough force to enact the quiet crunch, and to Robin’s credit, she barely made a noise.

Tommy Hagen pulled his hand back, already thick and crusted with blood, and brought it down into Robin’s mid-section, not allowing her to catch her breath. She coughed up a black burst of gore, spilling over Tommy’s letterman jacket.

Carol Perkins sat on the hood of an adjacent car, her heels on the fender, her gum a delicious type of purple that Nancy could smell from here as she stretched it over her tongue and let it pop against her lips in a sticky mess. She looked bored- had the audacity to be unamused as Robin lay wounded.

Nancy took a step forward before she was halted by a hand on her shoulder. It was warm and tender and filled with worry. “Nancy, don’t. It’s better to leave it.” Barb Holland grimaced, holding her books closer to her chest.

When it came to Robin Buckley, people tended to look the other way, including Nancy. There had been rumors that circulated about her since middle school, cruel names that were thrown around, written on her locker with dark cherry red lipstick. She carried herself with dignity and took beatings as if they were nothing.

But today was undeniably cold, the parking lot was empty aside for the two perpetrators, and Nancy. Barb had stayed by the doors of the school, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. She would easily close herself away to avoid confrontation and urged Nancy to do the same.

“Seriously, Nance, please.”

She appreciated what Barb was trying to do. Neither of them was one for intervening, also figuring that someone else would. But there was no one else. Nancys eyes darted around the parking lot once more. The sun was starting to set, and the toe of Tommy’s boot kicked into Robin’s collarbone. She was cornered.

Nancy clutched her math textbook until her fingers burned against the cold. She gave an apologetic look to Barb who was already retreating further into the school, before she heard herself shout. “Hey!”

The girl’s voice echoed through the lot with enough power to catch Carol’s attention. Tommy righted himself, turning halfway to peer at Nancy. It took him a few moments to recognize her as she took long and calculated steps across the lot, avoiding the patches of ice.

“Wheeler!” he laughed, holding his arms out like a sadistic ringleader. Blood dripped from his knuckles onto the pavement. “I didn’t think you’d ever show your face around here after your little peep show at the movies.”

“I hope it was worth it, Wheeler.” Carol cackled strangely, hauling herself from the hood of the car. She crossed her arms over her chest and snapped her gum twice more.

Nancy ignored them both in favor for calculating all of her strength and anger into the direction of her textbook. She slammed the calculus second edition into Tommy’s cheek with as much force as she could muster. It made an odd sound that was drowned out by his grunt of discontent.

When his head lifted, a bright flourish of blood edged by a purple forming bruise was obvious against his cheek. His fingers touched the gash, and when he pulled away, he was stunned.

Nancy growled, “Don’t touch her again. Or next time it’ll be more than a textbook.”

“Are you threatening me?” He looked back at Carol as if to confirm. “You’re threatening me for this… this dyke?”

Nancy’s eyes darted down to the girl on the ground. She groaned and spat a mix of saliva and blood onto the cement. She’d heard the slur before, it was one of the choice vocabulary words that sprawled Robin’s bike, her garage, her locker.

Her hands worked faster than her mind, clutching onto the lapels of Tommy’s jacket. She shoved his back against the side of his car. She didn’t’ have enough strength to break bones, but his breath still escaped him.

“You’re used to getting away with whatever you want because you’re a pretty boy, and a jock” He snickered at her and she lifted him from the side of the car and slammed him back down, harder this time. “Listen to me, Tommy. You may think you’re big and strong right now, but you’ve peaked. All you’ll ever be is some washed up highschooler that beat up someone smaller than him.”

His smile was slowly fading, the blood from the cut on his cheek staining his lips a hot pink, diluted color. Nancy wanted to give in to her anger, to make him hurt more than he was hurting now. And for what? For a stranger who clutched her splintered ribs and watched her with a deep, ghostly, stare.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Tommy. After you graduate, you will be the small one. The world is cruel to people who are cruel to it, Hawkin’s especially. And I have the sinking feeling that you’ll never leave Hawkins. Not alive if you keep this up.”

He let out a small noise from the back of his throat, not having a rebuttal at the ready. For good measure, Nancy lifted her knee and slammed it into his crotch with a decent amount of force. Tommy fell into her with a sharp groan, hands quickly going to his manhood.

She shoved him off and let him curl into a ball on the pavement. Carol rushed to his side, rubbing soothing circles on his back. She sent Nancy a poisonous stare, teeth grinding on the grape gum that was surely losing its flavor.

Nancy brushed it off as the adrenaline in her veins started to wear thin. She used the last of her gall she scooped Robin Buckley off the ground and draped her arm over her shoulders, pulling the girl to her side. She smelled thick metal, of salt that was laid on the road to melt ice.

They got halfway across the parking lot before Tommy gained his voice back. It was pinched with pain. “You’re fucking dead Wheeler! You and your little girlfriend! Dead!”

She paid him no mind, leaning Robin up against the side of her father’s station wagon as she fumbled with her keys. Her fingers were shaking now, but that hardly mattered. She opened the door and shoved the trumpet player unceremoniously into the passenger seat before she climbed in herself.

Nancy peeled out of the parking lot, the tires squealed, and Robin clutched the dashboard, clearly fighting back bile that rose in her throat. Nancy hadn’t thought this all the way through. Where was she supposed to take this stranger who was bleeding profusely?

“You,” Robin spoke for the first time. It was breathy with a rasp Nancy couldn’t pin. “Shouldn’t have done that.”

She nearly hit the brakes on the station wagon if it wouldn’t’ sent them careening into the woods bordering the road. Nancy was heading home, it was subconscious, but she figured she could go in through the basement door and keep her parents from worrying.

“A thank you would work.”

“I… could have handled…it.”

“Yeah, you looked like you were handling it.”

Nancy pulled into her driveway, not paying much attention to her park job, the Station wagon was overlapping the grass. She rounded the side of the car and gently pulled the girl up. There wasn’t resistance, Robin didn’t’ have it in her, that much was clear. Though, she looked at the house, and its surroundings.

It took a few moments to navigate Robin down the stairs to the basement, there was a steady build of ice against cement. She nearly slipped, but the two of them held each other upright and welcomed the warm glow of the basement.

Her little brother was in the small part of the room that was draped with old Christmas lights, pillows, and blankets. Mike sat up an snapped his copy of X-men #134 shut. He took in the sight of Nancy, of her pink sweater that was wicked with dried blood and the injured girl that was wrapped around her.

The first words out of his mouth “I’m telling mom.”

“Do it and your Death Star model gets it.”

Nancy had used the threat before, but there was so much hostility embedded in her voice that Mike swallowed thickly and nodded before dashing up the stairs. She had to trust that it worked as she gently set Robin on the sofa.

There was a first aide kit in the cabinet above the toilet. When she returned, Robin was slumped against the cushions, staring up at the old posters on the ceiling. She blinked slowly and it was clear that it pained her to pull air into her lungs.

Nancy’s softness as she instructed Robin to sit up surprised them both. She used warm water and soap on a washcloth. There was more blood than clear skin on Robin’s face, and Nancy tenderly began to wipe it away, avoiding the gashes and lacerations.

She found Robin’s eyes fascinating. They were a deep shade of pillowy blue, and they held so much pain. As she wiped the russet color away from the girls cheeks, she was met with a smattering of freckles, and soft pink lips. She’d never looked at Robin Buckley before. In fact, most of the time she actively tried to look away.

“What you did back there… it was really brave. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Nancy scoffed, sliding her fingers against Robin’s jaw as she pushed her head to the side and scrubbed at a strip of dried blood. “Tommy is a dick. I meant what I said. You have way more potential in this world than he does.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t have to.” Nancy busied herself with finding a bottle of alcohol and a few cotton pads. Robin winced when it touched the cut on her chin, breathing through her clenched teeth. “Sorry, sorry.”

“Most people would have walked away, you know? I’ve never expected Hawkin’s to be this giant welcoming committee with balloons and confetti, but this? It’s usually a witch hunt before and after class. Tommy and his friends… they’ve never gone this far.”

“And they never will again.”

Nancy was surprised by the earnest in her words. She was suddenly aware of their closeness. Nancy was practically draped across Robin to reach the laceration against her hairline. She was unbelievably warm, and entirely beautiful. It made Nancy’s stomach roll, something she attributed to the adrenaline.

Robin swallowed hard, turned her face away. She repeated, quieter this time. “You don’t even know me.”

“Give me a chance.” Nancy urged, placing a bandage carefully on something that was certain to scar. “Let me in, let me get to know you.”

She meant it genuinely. Robin was interesting, and she was wounded, and Nancy swelled with the need to learn everything about her. She shouldn’t have turned a blind eye, it shouldn’t’ have come to this before she gave in and peeled the girl from the sidewalk.

“You kind of owe it to me,” Nancy smirked, bumping the girls shoulder softly with her own “Being your knight and shining armor and everything.”

“Oh, come on, I could have handled it.” She smiled.

“Right, right, totally. I believe you.”

The two of them laughed, Robin’s hand pressing into her ribs, she flinched. “Oh, ouch.”

Nancy felt worry course though her, squeezing Robin’s knee. There was a need to protect her, a stranger that she wanted so desperately to know. “I’ll go get some ice. And dinner. Dinner is a must.”

“You really don’t have to do that.” Robin said.

“Oh, I know, but I want to.” She lingered by the stairs, eyes soft with emotion. “I might not know you, Robin, but I know that you deserve kindness.”

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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Request idea: Robin comes out to her parents and it doesn’t go well (referenced abuse) so she goes and stays with Steve. Nancy sees her living with him and wearing his clothes and assumes the worst, they’re dating, but she can’t understand why it bothers her so much if she’s so over Steve. How does she react to the truth after seeing robins bruises one night and how does she realize her feelings weren’t for Steve after all?

i loved this prompt :) i hope you enjoy!!

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That definitely wasn’t Robin’s shirt she was wearing, and it definitely shouldn’t be bothering Nancy as much as it was to see her wearing it.

It was hot and it was Hawkins and maybe that was why. Maybe Robin didn’t own any proper t-shirts.

Maybe Nancy was just an idiot - but she was a sucker for detective work and she couldn’t stop the jealous bile rising up in her throat every time Robin caught her eye that day, draped in an old basketball tee that practically swallowed her whole. The faded green made her sharp blue eyes stand out even more, glinting in the hot sun.

They’d all accompanied Max to the Hawkins skate park (less of a skate park and more of an old, rusted parking lot) that day. And while watching Mike bumble around and attempt to not open his forehead on the sidewalk was very fun, Nancy was regretting her involvement more with each passing second.

“Did somebody set your dog on fire?” Eddie asked from where he’d sprawled himself on a bench by the rim of the skate park, clunky sunglasses covering up a good half of his face. She held a hand to her face and dimly recongized she’d been scrunching her whole expression up in anger, practically burning a hole through Robin and Steve - who were stood way too close together on the opposite end of the park.

“Is it that bad?” Nancy asked miserably. She used the hand on her face to wipe at her forehead. Maybe it was the heatstroke. She wasn’t sure what else it could be.

“It appears, Wheeler, that you’ve got a jealousy issue,” Eddie hummed through clenched teeth, grinning wickedly up at her. She shook her head vehemently and leaned against the chainlink fence, arms crossed. Pay attention to Mike, Nancy. He was on the verge of collapsing. Pay attention to Mike, Mike with his flailing arms - and Robin was laughing at him, leaning back with the tiger emblem on full display. Nancy groaned dramatically.

“I do not have a jealousy issue,” Nancy replied, short and clipped. Because she really didn’t. “You know I don’t like Steve like that. Not anymore.” Eddie poked her side with an intrusive finger, dragging her eyes back to his impish face.

“Who said anything about Steve?” He said, laughter chasing his words. Nancy shook her head down at him in confusion, refusing to give him anymore bait. Whatever he’d meant by that, she had no idea.

Because she wasn’t into Steve. Seriously. And people needed to stop trying to force them back together.

There’d been a moment, maybe, in the franticness of the Upside-Down where she’d considered it. Where she’d saw how much he had grown and changed and came to appreciate it. But it wasn’t a like-appreciate. It was a love-appreciate, like the love you share for a close friend. Somebody bonded to you by trauma. They’d never work, just like they didn’t work in the first place. They clashed heads too much.

Besides, couldn’t a boy and girl be friends? Nancy wasn’t one of those people who disagreed…which is why she’d tried for so long to wholeheartedly believe Steve and Robin when they promised they were platonic-with-a-capital-P.

But they couldn’t be. Nancy didn’t believe it. Steve didn’t share shirts with her. They shared drinks, sure, and food, and babysitting duty. But never clothes. And yet Robin showed up to practically every friend gathering adorned with some article that screamed Steve - basketball shorts, baggy t-shirts, sometimes even his well-loved sweaters.

So they were dating. That much was clear. Why that fact upset Nancy as much as it did was the real confuser.

This bubbling, upset volcanic feeling came to a head when Steve hosted The Party (trademark) at his new apartment downtown. It was far too small for them, so small Nancy spent half the night pushed up against the wall, but that was the best part about it. The scuffing sound of sneakers on his kitchen tiles, the kids piled on the couch together to watch a VHS of The Dark Crystal, the ‘adults’ (and jesus, they were adults now, weren’t they?) taking shots on the countertops and stealing popcorn from his cabinets.

Well. It’d been a great night, up until the point Nancy found herself wandering down the singular hallway. So what - she was a snoop. And the party in the joint kitchen-living room had gotten a little too loud for her liking. She’d never been a crowd person. So she stepped out to take a breath.

There were two doors, one presumably the bath and one presumably the bedroom. Nancy pushed on the one she guessed was the bathroom only to find Steve’s room.

At least, she’d assumed it was Steve’s room. But the door opened enough to give her a glimpse of a folded bra on a pile of clothes. Her stomach dropped to the soles of her shoes. Nancy edged the door open just a little more, glancing behind her to check nobody was about to catch her completely invading her friend’s privacy.

Stepping fully into the room, Nancy was overwhelmed by the amount of evidence that Steve did not live here alone. For a start - both sides of the bed were destroyed in two different ways with both pillows equally slept on. There was a pair of fuzzy pink socks, certainly not Steve’s, slung over a chair in the corner of the room. On one bedside table there was a photograph of Steve, Dustin, and Eddie at the recent Hawkins ‘graduation’ (if you could call it that) and a comb. On the other sat a loosely capped bottle of antidepressants and a small polaroid. Nancy drifted over almost on autopilot and picked it up.

It was her and Robin. She remembered this getting taken - El had gotten a polaroid as a late birthday gift from her father. At a party a few weeks back she’d been obsessively taking pictures. Nancy and Robin had posed accordingly. Robin had stuck two fingers behind Nancy’s head. They were grinning equal smiles. Nancy traced Robin’s face in the photograph absently. They’d spent practically the whole night together.

Her smile soured considerably remembering where exactly she and this photo were located. Clearly the owner of this half of the bed was Robin. Who else could it be? As if the universe wanted to confirm this as soon as possible, a tube of familiar mascara rolled out from where it’d been tucked underneath the pillow when Nancy accidentally bumped the bed. She recongized it because Robin had done her makeup a few days ago in Nancy’s bathroom - Nancy on the counter, Robin on the floor (she was considerably taller). Their faces had nearly been pressed together from the small space. And Robin had used that exact mascara.

“Nance?” Speak of the devil. Nancy whirled around to see Robin in the doorway, face scrunched up in confusion and hand on the doorknob. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Nancy managed out, although the flaring emotions in her stomach were nearly untamable. Jealousy, anger, frustration. Frustration from feeling like this in the first place. She hated when there wasn’t an answer for something.

“I just noticed you’d left the party, so,” Robin explained. She took a cautious step into the room, hand out in offering. “Are you sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Nancy gestured to the bedroom, “sorry for snooping. I just needed a minute.” Robin gave her a reassuring smile, one all teeth and pink cheeks, and somehow it made Nancy even more upset.

“It’s okay,” Robin promised. After a beat: “It’s a great picture, right?”

“Hm?” Nancy wrung out her hands anxiously and put a good amount of distance between herself and the bed, except she was partly trapped from Robin blocking the doorway.

“The polaroid,” Robin elaborated. She pointed over to the bedside table and Nancy’s suspicion were seemingly confirmed. “I love it.”

“So you’re living with Steve?” Nancy asked, wincing at the lack of grace with which she asked it. Robin didn’t look bothered by it. In fact, her smile grew. It was confusing because - if they were seriously secretly dating, wouldn’t they want to hide that?

“Yeah,” Robin said, rubbing the back of her neck with a little laugh. “Sorry. The bedroom’s a shitshow.”

“It’s fine,” Nancy said, absent now from the conversation. Suddenly her head was flooded with drowsy concepts of what exactly Steve and Robin were doing in this bed. She took another step away from it, face contorted in a pained expression. It hurt and it hurt even more to see how concerned Robin was, taking another step into the bedroom. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t take this explosion in her stomach, this overwhelming jealous feeling that had her on edge at a near constant rate.

“Nance.” Robin was inches away now, both hands outstretched. Nancy resisted the urge to glare at her, but it seemed she hadn’t fought it back quite well enough because Robin’s fingers curled into her palms. She was so close - too close, Nancy couldn’t breathe. She pushed past Robin breathlessly, sprinting from the bedroom and down the hallway.

She knew the whole group was watching her as she rushed from the hallway out the front door, no doubt visibly distressed. The apartment door slammed shut behind her but she didn’t even wait for it to close before she was bolting down the creaky steps to the first floor.

Outside Nancy took in a breath of the cool night air and felt her eyes, embarrassingly, well up with tears. It was so unbelievably absurd. She pressed a clenched fist to her mouth and heaved.

So what if Steve and Robin were dating? Clearly they made each other happy, happier than she and Steve had ever been. She attempted to separate out feelings to identify the source of the issue, because - she was happy Steve had somebody. That wasn’t the problem.

Nancy sat down on the curb and pulled her shirt into her chest with a little whimper. Nancy Wheeler did not struggle to find the answer. She should’ve figured it out by now. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, so unbelievably helpless and - and crushed.

She was happy Robin had somebody. She was happy Robin had Steve. In a romantic with a capital R sense. But when those words came out of her mouth silently, Nancy testing how they felt around her lips, the taste was all wrong. It hurt to even say it to herself - the implication of what that meant for her, for Robin. It was a gunshot to the chest. Nancy found herself gripping her shirt physically, as if the pain in her heart manifested into a genuine wound.

The door to the apartment complex swung open and closed. Somebody’s booted shoes walked up to her hesitantly on the sidewalk and Nancy didn’t have to look up to know it was Robin.

“Yes?” Nancy allowed after a moment of tense silence. Robin all but collapsed onto the curb beside her, launching into her typical motormouth spiel.

“I’m so, so sorry Nance. I didn’t realize -” Robin choked on her whole breath “-I didn’t realize you didn’t feel like I felt and I didn’t mean to imply anything and I hope you don’t think differently about me now and I hope you don’t think I’m, like, a creep or something because I swear I’m not I just really care about you and you’re, like, my closest friend and I’ve never actually had a close girl friend like this before and I don’t know what I’m doing-”

“Rob,” Nancy said, and Robin promptly snapped her mouth shut. She looked up at Robin’s big blue eyes, shaking with unshed tears, and tried to avoid looking at the too-familiar letterman Robin had adorned on her trip to chase Nancy outside.

“I’m sorry,” Robin whispered. From what little of it that hadn’t been broken before, Nancy’s heart ached with how quiet her voice had gotten.

“I’m not upset,” Nancy said and then sighed, because who was she kidding? “No, I guess I am. I’m sorry. I really tried to be happy for you. I’ve got no right, feeling like this.” Robin opened her mouth and then closed it, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” Nancy rolled her eyes, gesturing to nothing in frustration.

“You and Steve!”

“I don’t follow,” Robin said, shaking her head. “What about me and Steve?”

“That you guys are together,” Nancy all but hissed between clenched teeth. So there. The words were out and they hurt just as much, if not more, as they had thinking them. She had to look away from Robin as she spoke. Silence rang across the street and then Robin started laughing. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nancy,” Robin got out between giggles, “Nance. Oh my god.”

“What?” Nancy repeated. “Stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing-” Robin cut herself off with a hand wipe down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just laughing at how crazy this is.”

“How crazy what is?”

“Nancy, Steve and I are so not together,” Robin said. Nancy was about to protest when Robin reached up and grabbed her arm just soft enough to catch her eyes. They looked at each other and Nancy realized Robin, for perhaps the first time in her life, was being completely serious. “Really. We aren’t.”

“Then what? You’re just sleeping together?” Nancy retorted, face flushing.

“I mean, in the most literal sense, yes,” Robin allowed. “He’s letting me live with him. But we just share a bed because we can’t afford a two-bedroom place right now, cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Really?” Nancy asked. She was a little embarrassed by how breathy and excited her voice had gotten. Robin nodded, relieved smile on her face. But there was something else in her expression - disappointment, maybe.

“Yeah, so don’t worry,” Robin said. “If you’re, you know. Into Steve again. Or something.”

“I’m not into Steve again!” Nancy protested. She raised an eyebrow at Robin’s disbelieving stare. “Seriously. Cross my heart and hope to die.” She mimicked Robin’s earlier gesture by slashing an ‘x’ across her heart.

“Okay,” Robin finally agreed. She dropped Nancy’s arm, leaving the skin burning from the lack of her warm touch. Nancy folded her arms across her lap and they sat together for a bit on the curb. She tried to press her chest closer to her knees - jesus, it was cold outside.

Suddenly there was a rustle of fabric and then Robin was placing Steve’s letterman on Nancy’s shoulders. Nancy looked up to see Robin in a tank top, clearly her own, watching her with this odd smile on her face. Before she could say anything, Nancy’s eyes caught on a set of molting black-and-blue marks on Robin’s shoulder.

“What happened?” Nancy asked. She reached out a hand to touch the bruises, hesitating before Robin nodded and let her make skin-to-skin contact.

“My parents weren’t too happy with me,” Robin laughed drily, humorlessly. Nancy pushed back the tank top strap to see a multitude of matching bruises lying the rest of her shoulder and traveling down her back. Nancy swallowed back bile that had risen up in her throat at the sight and instead let the anger take over her. Who could ever touch Robin like that? What monsters would do that to her? Nancy cupped her hand on Robin’s shoulder and rubbed the bruise absently with her thumb. Robin’s eyes closed at the soft touch.

“Why?” Nancy asked. “Or was it just-”

“I came out to them,” Robin said in one quick breath. She cracked an eye open to see Nancy’s reaction. “As a lesbian. So, uh. That’s why.”

Nancy nodded. Suddenly some new feeling in her chest bloomed at that. Something warmer and distinctly delicious. Her hand on Robin’s shoulder slid down but Robin was quick to reach up and take it with her own. Their fingers brushed together as they pressed palms, folding in on each other slowly. Robin’s hand was warm and soft, softer than expected. Nancy took a sharp breath in watching the way the dim streetlight a few feet away reflected off Robin’s sharp nose, her cheekbones. The way her shaggy hair was tucked behind her ears. The freckles that splattered her skin even the places where the bruises had all but covered them. And something connected in her brain that had never connected before.

Oh. That’s why she was so jealous.

“Is that why you’re living with Steve?” Nancy whispered despite it just being the two of them. Robin nodded. “I’m sorry for being so stupid about it. And storming out.”

“It’s fine, Nance,” Robin laughed quietly. Nancy watched her sharp eyes drift down to Nancy’s lips and she licked them on instinct. Robin took in a shaky breath reactively but didn’t move her gaze. Knowing Robin was watching her like that made Nancy’s heart twist happily.

“I wasn’t upset because I’m into Steve,” Nancy added. She leaned forward almost on instinct, letting her head tilt slightly. Robin did the same, her clipped hair brushing against her neck as she did. Nancy reached out her other hand to push it back a little, shocked at how shaky her hand was. Robin looked up to make eye contact with her as Nancy cupped her hand around the back of her neck.

“Then why - why were you upset?” Robin stuttered out, eyes closing as she leaned into Nancy’s soft hand. Their noses bumped into each other. They’d slumped forward to meet each other halfway without even really realizing it.

“Because I’m into you,” Nancy admitted, nearly inaudible. Robin surged up to kiss her and when she did, Nancy was ready. All she could think was: I’m a dumbass. A very, very lucky dumbass.

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cosmicbrowniefan · 2 years

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what’re your favorite cliche tropes in fiction that you want to see with a gay couple instead of a straight couple?

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justonemorewallflower · 7 months

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So I'd love to start posting my works of other ships I've written to AO3 and these are my options. For the last option if that one gets picked most I'll add another poll that will specify the options for that/what ships those could possibly be. I also decided to include the option of just continuing with Wyler. But yes here's this cause I'm curious what you guys would like to see most/I want to know y'all's opinions!

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eddiemunsonswife · 2 years

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So I got this idea for a fic, that I desperately need someone to write.

It's from Barb's pov.

After vecna is defeated everybody that died in the upside down comes back. Barb wakes up sometime in the evening, in Steve's pool. She thinks she just blacked out at the party, and goes looking for her best friend in Steve's bedroom. Imagine her surprise to find Eddie in Steve's bed instead (bonus if they are getting hot and heavy😅)

She learns that several years has past, Steve is not a douch anymore, and apparently now dating a boy, her best friend is dating a girl (Robin). And they all appearently hang out with Nancy's little brother and his friends. (bonus if Hopper, Joyce, Murray and maybe Uncle Wayne is there too)

Basically it's just Barb coming to terms with all that's happened while she was dead. Maybe they throw a BBQ in celebration, and she's just observing everybody. Idk I'm not a writer🤪 any other paring is up to writer, I just want it to be Steddie heavy, (some kisses, flirting and light touches) and a little bit of Ronance.

Somebody please write this, I can't get it out of my head🤯

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your-stranger-halfblood-things · 2 years

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Secrets, What Are Those? - A Byler Fanfic

"it would be really cool if you made a fic where holly caught onto mike crush on will an she told nance and they did something like locked them in a room together lol 😊😊😊"

Warnings: implied homophobia, light angst like very light- is it even angst?, Will being cool as hell, cursing

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Holly sat on the stairs as she played with Mr. Buttons, her stuffed animal. She looked up when a knock echoed on the front door. Her dad walked past the staircase and opened the door. "William."

"It's Will actually."

"William," Ted said, almost distastefully. "Mike's in his room."

The door closed and Holly felt the stairs under her move as the teenage boy almost ran up them. "Hey Holly," he said as he dashed past.

Holly heard Mike and Will laugh as her brother closed the door behind them. She knew of them, of course, her brother was a terrible liar and had an even worse poker face. "Mr. Buttons, let's go make Mike happy," she said, standing up. Her bear hung from her hand as she walked over to her sister's room. "Nancy?"

"Holly? What do you want? My friend will be here soon, I need to clean-" Nancy rushed as she opened her door and scurrying off to clean her already spotless room. "-you know Robin, right? Yeah, she's coming over and- What were you going to say?" She turned to Holly.

"Mike likes Will."

"Yes. Was he trying to hide it?"

"Mike likes boys. That's not allowed. He is sad. Let's make him happy."

Nancy looked at Holly is shock. "A boy can like a b-"

"Daddy said it's bad."

Silence.

Nancy sat on her bed and patted the empty space next to her. "C'mon bugger, you want to make Mike happy? Tell me your plan."

And Holly did.

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Will threw the small figurine back at Mike. "It's really cool. Now you only need two more to complete the collection."

Mike nodded. He set the dragon on his shelf. "What do you-"

There was a knock on the door and Mike scowled. "Leave us alone!"

"Mr. Buttons has a hole in it!" Holly cried from behind the closed door. Mike froze. He knew how much her stuffed bear meant to her. "Nancy is busy, and mom and daddy just left," she continued to wail.

Mike opened the door and was met by a sobbing Holly. "Please," she said hoarsely. "He's in the basement."

Mike turned to Will, who was pretending not to be paying attention to them. "You don't mind if I go for-"

"I'll come with you," Will said instantly. He wasn't sure if it was to be with Mike or not be stuck with a crying Holly. "I mean, mom taught me how to sew..."

Mike smiled. "C'mon then."

The two boys made their way down the stairs to the basement. "Sorry again," the taller boy said. He bumped shoulders with Will. "How about after we get ice cream or something?"

There will be no after, Holly thought from the top of the stairs. She closed the basement door and locked it. She smiled to herself. "Let the chaos begin."

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Will tried the door again. "I swear we didn't even close it," he said when it didn't budge. "Shit," he muttered.

"Fuck this," Mike kicked the door with all his might but only ended up hurting himself. He winced in pain. "I swear to god..." He slumped against the wall. Will joined him after a moment, resting his head on the wooden walls.

"It's okay, someone will notice us gone at some point," the shorter teen assured Mike.

They kept busy, looking through old boxes and laughing at nostalgic memories they shared in the basement. Mike held up an old book. "You used to make me read this to you every time you slept over without the others," he handed the book to Will, who held it up to his chest.

"You're a good storyteller."

There was a silence which seemed to last forever. Will swore it got hotter than moments before, but he didn't say anything. He just took off his flannel shirt, leaving himself in his ET tank top. He felt Mike watching him, but he didn't care. Yes Michael, I can wear short sleeves.

Mike himself wasn't sure why he was looking. He was transfixed by the way Will's muscles moved as he moved another cardboard box to the side. Mike gulped.

"Stop staring at me.*

"What?" Mike asked, averting his taze to the bookshelf.

Will looked at him. "People might think you're...different."

"Different? Like how you described yourself in the van. What exactly did you mean by that?" Mike looked absolutely serious and Will cursed at his obliviousness.

The shorter teen stomped over to Mike and grabbed his shoulders. "Mike. I am gay."

"Oh."

"Oh?" Will repeated. He was mad. "What do you mean 'oh'?" He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

Mike raised his hands in surrender. "Not a bad oh! I meant it as in a me too oh." His face heated up. "I mean, I think I am. I never really liked El. That's why we broke up."

Will moved backwards and sat on the couch. "You never liked El?"

Mike shook his head. "Never." He sat next to Will. "And you? You never dated anyone."

Will fidgeted with his hands. "I never needed to. I always liked just one person and that's all I needed." He paused and waited for Mike to say something. He didn't. So, he continued. "Mike, I don't know how to make this any more clear. I like you."

"You like me." Mike asked slowly. He knew he heard correctly. He knew this was real.

Will grabbed his hands in his own. "Yes Michael. Do you hate me?"

"What, no? I could never hate you." Mike moved closer to Will. "I think I like you too."

"Think?"

Mike nodded. "When you were...gone..." he saw Will touch the back of his neck and hated seeing his this anxious. "When you were gone," he started again, "I thought that was it. You meant to much to me. I loved you so much and since you were gone, so was my point of life. I couldn't like without you. And then you can back and suddenly the world was colorful again. You made me happy again."

Will touched the side of Mike's face. "Can I kiss you?"

Mike nodded, too scared to speak. He felt Will's soft lips against his own chapped ones. And then they were gone. Just a press of lips against each other. That was all Mike needed. He grabbed Will and hugged him as tightly as he could. "God Will, I missed you so much when you lived in California," he muttered against Will's shoulder.

Will smiled. "I missed you too. A lot."

"Can I kiss you this time?" Mike asked when they broke apart.

Will nodded. "Yes. Yes, please, Micheal, kiss me." And Mike did. He kissed the other boy's lips, his cheek, his forehead- just small pecks across his whole face. He needed Will to not only understand how much he loved him, but also that he needed him.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

And it was true. It was obvious, even Holly knew. She and Nancy high fived as Robin looked between the two in concern. "You locked your brother and his friend in the basement so they confess to each other?!" she asked. "Give me the notes. Steve and Eddie are just getting annoying at this point."

Holly kissed Mr. Buttons head and swing him around in a circle. "Thank you, you were a big help today!"

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saphhosonic · 5 months

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Looking for beta reader(s) for Stranger things fanfic

Hi! I'm looking for a beta reader for my Stranger Things fanfic. Some info:

Rating: teen & up (it has romantic subplot, monsters & swearing)

Fandom: Stranger Things (netflix)

Genre: mystery/ sci-fi

Main pairings/ ships: Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harington & Eddie Munson

Chapter length: about 800-1000 words

Deadline: about 2-3 weeks per chapter

Feedback wanted on: pacing, character voice, grammar

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Let me know if you're interested :)

If you want to you can read the first 2 chapters on Ao3 or Wattpad and see for yourself why I need help ahahahaha

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hairstevington · 2 years

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Always brightens my day seeing people respond to my posts, even in the tags like I read all of it and just 🥰

Thank you everyone who follows me!!! And whoever sees this that isn’t following me, I’m only 3 followers away from a pretty big milestone so pretty please?

Requests are OPEN folks because even though I am in grad school AND working I am also STUPID and would rather write about Stranger Things than do anything else lmao

Love youuuuuu

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inklessletter · 1 year

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I am thinking about opening requests for ST fics, would you be interested?

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fragilefawn444 · 2 years

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on my knees begging for someone to request some concepts / oneshots using my ask button 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

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voxbeeps · 2 years

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I’m taking hc/quick fic requests!

Hi y’all I’m doing lil fic requests to get me back in the writing mood. Dsmp and st are on the table; but steddie centric fics are preferred.

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gh0stbunnywriter · 2 years

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I think im going to start taking writing requests...? Like send a funky lil idea to my inbox and i'll write a funky lil mini fic. Can be 🔞 but does not have to be. Any pairing, any fandom as long as i know the characters 😅 Adult. Characters. Only.

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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didn't wanna have to do it (ronance)

a/n: short ronance blurb bc i love my girls + will lose sleep for orientation tomorrow over writing them

(1,502 words)

Somewhere along the way, Nancy stopped being Nancy Wheeler and became something in between. Now she and Robin were sprawled, connected by bare prickly legs and sticky summer arms, across her unmade bed. Robin snored into her hair. Sinus issues from the Upside-Down. Nancy drooled on her left arm. They slept together in every sense of the phrase.

Her mom had stopped trying. At first, when it was going on two days of Robin now existing in permanent company with the Wheelers, Karen had dropped some unsutble hints about booting her out. But now they were two weeks out from the spring break from Hell and Robin was still here. She’d always be here, draped over Nancy. Protecting her even in sleep, starfish style.

Nancy woke up first. She’d let herself lie there for a peaceful moment, appreciating the red tints on Robin’s cheeks from how overheated her bedroom got. Their hair mixed together on the singular pillow. Nancy lifted a hand to hold onto Robin’s calf. Long, pale, and unshaved. The little dark hairs underneath her fingertips felt like carpeting. She pressed her nose to Robin’s neck and took a deep breath in.

At the kitchen counter, they’d formulated a routine. Ted at the head of the dining room table, coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other. Holly across from him or, when she was feeling up to it, at the counter with Robin and Nancy. Nancy would grab the bowls, Robin poured the milk as Nancy poured the cereal in the other. They dunked each others’ spoons in their respective bowls. Robin liked water with ice in the morning. Nancy liked room temperature.

Mike often wedged his way in between them, half of the time a furious whirl of conversation and the other a ghost of a person. When he was a ghost, Robin poured him cereal. When he was up for living, he’d pour his own - ripping the box from her hand and spilling out marshmallows all over the kitchen in the process.

When it was nice enough outside, a rare occurrence with the apocalypse and all, they’d sit out on the back patio and share bites of soggy Lucky Charms. Robin fed Nancy bites of hers. Nancy let her steal when she was pretending not to look. Which was a complete lie, because Nancy was always looking at Robin. She and the way the morning sun reflected off her face, as if she was as dew-coated as the grass and the shrubs. Robin the garden. Robin the flower. Nancy reached over and tucked a stray hair behind Robin’s ear. It felt like water between her fingers.

What she liked particularly about Robin’s hair was its innate ability to bounce back from any and all obstacles - a bad hair day was unheard of. Especially then, with her bangs grown out far too long to keep clung to her eyelashes, Robin’d tuck strands behind the backs of her ears. It gave her this sense of forlorn curtains on her cheeks, sticky with summer sweat and baby hairs clinging to her forehead - the gaps in the hair where the bangs used to be. It made her face look as if it were a stage newly opened to the public, the show about to start. Nancy took a front row seat.

When the bangs got far too long for Nancy to tolerate and Robin to properly tuck, she easily convinced Robin to get it cut. But the barber had been eaten by a demogorgon, so Nancy had to learn to work a pair of cutting scissors instead. She pushed the chair from her bedroom desk into her bathroom, blushing over the pink walls and little girl makeup kits in the drawers as if Robin hadn’t been practically living in her house for the past two months. Robin sat dutifully on the wooden chair. It was clearly a struggle to sit so still, but Nancy’s hands in her hair had her fairly pacified. She leaned her head back to offer more access, some blissful smile spreading across her face as Nancy chopped unprofessionally at stray hairs and guessed at length.

Then the cutting was over and washing began. Robin bent herself over the half-shower, half-bath to allow Nancy more access. Her knees hit the tile without much ceremony, eyes closed and turned up to Nancy like a sunflower as she ran her hands through the locks over and over again. The sight was almost religious. Nancy couldn’t take it - she had to duck Robin’s head underneath the faucet just to survive. Baptism.

And now her hair didn’t look half-bad. Nancy’s poor attempts at chopping it had all but returned her bangs to their natural state (sleeping on her forehead) but Robin didn’t seem to mind. In fact she hardly recongized she had hair anyway. Nancy stopped worrying about curlers and perms. Her hair grew stringy and straight, the way it had been when Barb was there to brush it out.

Robin liked her hair nonetheless. When they got the chance in between chasing breaths of tumultuous air, Robin would comb out Nancy’s wet hair and press kisses to her neck. All the way down her exposed spine, the way her pale skin curved around her back. The little birthmark on her left side. Robin loved it all. Nancy loved the way Robin’s hands, slightly larger than hers and knobbier at the knuckles, felt pressed into her skin. When they softly tugged at the skin on Nancy’s neck, dancing along the spare freckles When Robin’s fingers skated down her bare arms, laughing lowly into Nancy’s ear as she felt up the goosebumps she caused.

Later, hair mussed up and spread out onto pillowcases above them, Nancy tried her best to fold her body completely into Robin’s. Sometimes it felt like it was about to work - her legs to her legs, her arms clasped against Robin’s chest, Nancy’s face pressed to her collarbone. But they never got nearly close enough. It was never enough. Not for lack of effort - their fingers pulled and left marks in respective skin. There was something they couldn’t bypass. But they could get close enough.

On days where going outside was unfathomable, Nancy and Robin curled up in her bed and read to each other. Robin was especially good at doing voices for comic books they snatched from Mike’s bed (who spent most of his days at the Byers’ new house on Apple Avenue, anyway), but she didn’t have the attention span for the thick classics Nancy preferred. So Nancy read those aloud instead, and textbooks too - prepping them for college days that might never come. Learning with each other to ignore the oncoming assault outside.

When they were in the thick of it, covered in blood and sweat and faces slick with tears, Robin had found Nancy. In between family and ex-boyfriends and brothers Robin pulled her close and tried to fold them together. Nancy let her. She looked up at her with galaxies in her eyes. It was like touching a cloud. They came really, really close. The ground shook and Robin lifted up a jacket-covered arm to protect herself and Nancy, cowering underneath the shield and sticking together. Nancy’s sweaty, frantic kiss landed more on the side of Robin’s mouth rather than her actual lips. It was heaven on Earth.

And when it was finally over and Hawkins was allowed to take a breath, Robin interlocked her fingers with Nancy and stepped away from the gates of Hell. In the hospital, patched up for minor injuries and bouncing their knees in worry for the others with more life-threatening conditions, their fingers stayed interlocked. Nancy Wheeler’s bony, pale hand. Robin Buckley’s tanner, longer fingers. They mushed together in the middle. It felt almost inhumane to spilt at this point.

Walking down what used to be Main Street, showered and not as sweaty but still completely devastated, Robin pulled Nancy into her side. And she said, whispered nearly inaudibly into the strands of Nancy’s ponytailed hair:

“I’m glad it was you.” Nancy looked up from where she’d pressed her face square to Robin’s chest with a soft, innocent smile on her face. She was twenty and she felt sixteen. Time reversed in Robin’s arms and for a moment, waiting for the crosswalk light to change even though there was no chance of a car going down the street, they were kids. Idiots. Unaware. She wrapped an arm around Robin’s waist in reply and squeezed.

“I’m glad it was me, too,” Nancy agreed. Robin couldn’t stand looking into those big, brown eyes anymore, so instead she laughed and pulled Nancy in closer. They walked home no longer two separate girls but one four-legged lovesick animal. Nancy was not Nancy and Robin was not Robin. They were just two people, tow women. Going nowhere and having nothing to do. It was the first breath of fresh air they’d both taken in years.

Sleeping in had never felt so good.

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