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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!!

the gaping mouth (2,973 words)

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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lab-trash · 10 months

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Character B has a massive crush on Character A. They kick themself for it, since they're only friends— close friends— and there's no way Character A would ever be okay with it.

Except Character A already knows. In fact, they thought it was obvious. Just something they never spoke of. Maybe bc A was waiting for B to be ready to say it.

One day someone flirts with B, making then uncomfortable, and A is immediately on the offense. They tell them to back off. Because B already has feelings for someone.

B stumbles through a thank you, but saying they didn't have to, or didn't have to lie to them. Leading A to say something like "I think they deserve to know your heart belongs to me if they're going to be hitting on you like that," or something of the sort.

#appearently prompts are my thing now #i dont hate it #maybe ill make a blog for it idk #johnlock #sabriel #destiel #midam #merthur #steddie #hilson #prompt #fic prompt #fanfic prompt #a x b #friends to lovers #friends to lovers prompt #byler maybe?#ronance maybe?#written with johnlock in mind

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imfinereallyy · 11 months

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50 Dialogue Prompts for Fic Writers

“You should call me sometime.”

“I didn’t know you played.”

“You’re not human, are you?”

“I heard a rumor about it.”

“Why is there a hole in your ceiling?”

“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?”

“Hey Alexa, play ‘Vienna’ by Billy Joel”

“Sorry.”

“I’m really lucky you’re not in love with me.”

“A boy needs his father.”

“I’m sorry you’re upset, but I’m going to marry her.”

“Why is there blood?”

“And you’re sure it was over there?”

“I can hear it through the walls.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not my type.”

“This is for your own good.”

“Is it okay if I borrow this?”

“I heard you were dead.”

“All you have to do is say it.”

“This place is haunted…I can feel it.”

“You said this time would be different.”

“You woke me up.”

“Think before you speak.”

“The infection has spread.”

“Sometimes I forget to look up.”

“Do you think we are soulmates?”

“There is a chicken on our couch.”

“I can’t believe he cheated.”

“I lost the letter you gave me. I never read it.”

“Will you be my best man?”

“You don’t get to just kiss me and walk away!”

“I heard you the first time.”

“The twilight movies were cinematic masterpieces.”

“Only a true man plays with Barbie’s unapologetically.”

“Please leave a message, after the beep.”

“I’m so tired and I feel useless.”

“Is there a reason you’re here?”

“I was eavesdropping and I heard something I can’t scrub from my memory.”

“I’m scared I’ll be the reason.”

“It’s nothing personal.”

“I guess I just always thought when someone wrote a song about me, it would be romantic. Not this.”

“Run.”

“It’s not miscommunication if you never communicate in the first place.”

“If you had a dad to call, I would call him.”

“You’re the first person I wanted to tell about the divorce.”

“Every time I look in the back seat, I think of you.”

“Why are you hiding? Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

“Worst. Wingman. Ever.”

“We met at a funeral.“

“And if I don’t say it enough. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

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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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cadiebug · 2 years

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Me on the edge of my emotional breaking point:

Any hurt/comfort fic that has the "you're okay, we're okay" line: :D

#fic #fic prompt #writing #buddie #sambucky #johnlock #destiel #00q #mcdanno #sereshaw #hollywolf #icemav #jemily #merthur #steddie #ronance #tagging like all of them

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steddieassheg0es · 2 years

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Mechanic Eddie fixes Steve’s car and flirts with him mercilessly. Then Robin shows up to give Steve a lift and he thinks her and Steve are a couple because they’re so affectionate with each other, so he stops even though he’s pretty sure the attraction was mutual.

Steve’s car is a POS since his parents cut him off so he keeps going to the shop and if he hangs around while it gets fixed, well he has no where else to go (and maybe he has a crush on the hot mechanic, sue him).

Eddie is a weak man who can’t help but enjoy this gorgeous guy flirting with him. But it doesn’t make sense. Steve clearly adores Robin, and he seems like such a genuinely good guy.

Eventually the flirting gets too real and he tells Steve this is wrong. Steve thinks he’s struggling with internalized homophobia, never having caught on that he thinks he’s with Robin because they’re just so platonic in his head it’s laughable.

Cue mutual pining and angst until eventually Nancy figures out that they’re both idiots and tells Eddie Robin is her girlfriend actually so if he’s into Steve could he please put them all out of their misery?

#steddie #steve harrrington #Eddie Munson #stranger things #Steddie fic idea #fic inspo #Steddie ficlet #my writing #I’m probably going to write this eventually #but I’d love if someone else did #Steddie fic prompt #ronance

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dufrau · 4 months

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Hey! Here's a ronance prompt for you: boots! That's it. That's the prompt lol

Here you go! Thank you for this prompt it was, uh, relevant to my interests. lol.

A Goo Incident (4157 words) by titface Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Characters: Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, scavenging, kind of a patrol fic, proposal, Cute, a little platonic stobin, searching for the perfect gift in a collapsed hardware store, um, Background Canon-Typical Violence, Prompt Fill, infodumping a lot less about boots that i honestly could have tbh, Boots - Freeform Summary: But what did you get for the woman who had everything? Or. Well. What did you get for a woman who only really ever left the house to kill things? Knives? Nancy had a whole wall of knives. And she still couldn't be trusted to chop vegetables at the mess hall without cutting herself. A fire ax? She had three. A flame thrower? Hopper was borrowing it for some kind of nest control mission last Robin knew, but yeah she had that too. Hedge clippers? A fricking… lawnmower?

#ronance #ronance fic #prompt fill #i guess the trick to making me write quickly is to make me write about boots #who would have thunk it #annieofvibes

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randomcactaceae · 4 months

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What if, and hear me out, Robin get’s a black eye because she was protecting Nancy and THEN Nancy takes care of her

OKAY HEAR ME OUT: nancy gets into a fight, robin protects her and gets the black eye and nancy takes care of her

#we all love hurt/comfort in here #thanks for the prompt!#it really fueled my ideas ngl #ronance brainrot #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #fic ask

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thev01dd · 1 year

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tumblr ficlets/prompts are going to be my villain origin story if none of them turn into +10k words fanfiction at some point

#yes that includes my own prompts #if you wanna do something about them feel free to do it #just tag me pls #or send the link via my dms or msgs #ALSO POST IT ON AO3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #fanfics #fics #ficlets #steddie #stranger things #buckingham #ronance #spideypool #rk1k #d:bh

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lesbianlotties · 2 years

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ronance prompt: "friends kiss each other all the time, right?"

oh look it's like i had a vision of season 5!

The first kiss was a mistake, and Robin’s fault, not that she regretted it. One warm afternoon, after Nancy gave her a ride home, Robin leaned across the car toward her and she swears she aimed for Nancy’s cheek, but Nancy turned her head at the worst - best - possible moment, and just like that, Robin and Nancy kissed for the first time. As much as Robin tried to deny it during her worst moments of self-doubt, the fact that the accidental kiss had lasted a second too long without either of them pulling back remained. After the event, Robin had apologized profusely in a most likely unintelligible rant and stumbled out of the car, literally stumbled, as in, she totally ended up on the pavement. But she eventually made it inside her house, where she was free to overthink till she felt on the brink of death and then Nancy called her that night to talk as they usually did, no mention of the kiss.

The second time was inevitable. There were many good things about being friends with someone equally as smart but in a totally different direction. They challenged each other, encouraged one another to think outside the box, to turn the box upside down with questions, or to absolutely destroy the box in question until it could be assembled back again in a way that solved the mystery at hand. This, however, didn’t come without a price. As it had been obvious since their first time working together at the library, their methods often clashed. Instead of learning how to avoid these arguments as time went by, the arguing only escalated more easily, since they were comfortable with each other, knowledgeable about exactly which buttons to push without pushing too hard, and able to forgive and forget each other in the blink of an eye. Except for the time when they were arguing about something Robin can’t bring herself to remember anymore, and in the heat of the moment they ended up standing so close together that the only viable resolution to the argument had been for Robin to lean down and Nancy to lean up and kiss each other. Brief. Still could be called accidental. Still mind-blowing.

The third kiss? Well, Robin couldn’t stop rambling about one subject or another, and apparently, Nancy couldn’t figure out any other way to get her to shut up. The fourth kiss? After some grueling weeks of Nancy teaching Robin how to drive, when Robin finally got her license she simply could not not kiss Nancy as a thank you, right? Things changed after the fifth kiss though. The two girls were hanging out in Nancy’s bedroom, talking about nothing and everything, teasing each other about their past relationships, carefully not outright mentioning the fact that they were both single, and Robin simply had to know if she was a better kisser than Steve. No big deal, just a matter of pride. The problem, Nancy pointed out, was that she’d kissed Steve much more than a few pecks on the lips. Alas, Robin and Nancy entered the making out with each other territory. Probably helped by the fact that Nancy confirmed that yes, Robin was the better kisser.

After a few weeks of making out with Nancy as often as humanly possible, Robin finally mustered up the courage to ask Steve, “Hey, friends kiss each other all the time, right?”

Steve snorted when he heard her question. “Have we ever kissed?” he asked right back at her.

“Oh shit,” Robin gasped, and started picking up her things, making mostly a mess. “I gotta go. I have to talk to Nancy.”

“Wait,” Steve frowned, following Robin’s hasty movement with his eyes, “Does that mean- Wait. Nancy?! Robin are you-”

“Yeah, I think we’re dating now? I might love her? I don’t know but I’m going to find out right the fuck now. Okay, bye Steve!”

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judasofsuburbia · 1 year

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16 + ronance for the smut prompts mayhaps? 👀

YOU MOST CERTAINLY MAY!!!<3

16. "You taste so good"

word count: 1195. pairing: robin and nancy. cw: oral sex

It’s new, they’re new. This is all new to Robin. Though Nancy assures her it’s a learning curve for her too, Nancy’s bravery in bed is never an issue. Meanwhile, Robin is trying to play catch up. Trying to make everything good for Nancy and be an enthusiastic partner.

But when Nancy pulls her mouth away from Robin’s nipple and starts trailing wet kisses down her stomach all the way to the waistband of her pajama pants, Robin tenses up.

Nancy looks up at her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Robin breathes.

“Can I take these off?” Nancy asks.

Robin bites her lip nervously.

Nancy sits up. She’s still fully clothed in a cute, pink tank top and shorts. When she hovers back over Robin’s body, Robin can see down her shirt. Soft breasts dangling freely and they make her hands itch. Nancy nudges Robin’s nose with her own and asks sweetly, “Are you done for tonight?”

Done? Done? God, no.

“What? N-no we can keep going,” Robin says.

“Well you got all stiff when I was down there,” Nancy explains.

Robin licks her teeth as she tries to form her thoughts into words. “I-I just. Um. Didn’t know if you were gonna…with your mouth.”

Nancy kisses her softly. “I wanted to but not if you don’t.”

Robin swallows hard. “I mean…I don’t know if I…I don’t think it would be good for you.”

Nancy laughs lightly. “What do you mean?”

Robin squeezes her eyes closed tightly, wincing as she spits out, “Like if I’ll…taste…good.”

Nancy kisses her chin, her jaw, and either side of her cheeks until she finally opens her eyes again. Nancy’s curls are illuminated by the overhead light, making her angelic and making Robin’s heart melt.

“You,” Nancy emphasizes with another kiss to the corner of her mouth, “are too sweet. Here I am trying to go down on you and you’re worried about your taste.”

“What if I’m gross?” Robin whines, a prominent frown on her face.

“I don’t think you’re gross,” Nancy says defiantly. She starts kissing down Robin’s body again, her hands traveling all over to squeeze her breasts. Squeeze her arms. Her hips. Her stomach. Lathes random patches of skin with her tongue. “None of this is gross to me,” Nancy whispers, looking back up at Robin when she reaches her waistband again. “Will you let me taste you?”

Robin’s skin is trembling as she nods her head. “Tap out at any time.”

“I’m supposed to say that to you,” Nancy informs as she assists Robin in pulling her pants and underwear off.

“Goes both ways,” Robin argues weakly. “If you’re not having a good time‒”

Robin’s words trail off as Nancy spreads her legs wider and her eyes zero in right on her cunt. Nancy subtly licks her lips and starts kissing down Robin’s thighs, making Robin squirm out of shock. Nancy’s hands gently wrap around her thighs to hold her down as she continues to kiss and nibble.

“I’m gonna have a good time because I’m going to make you see stars,” Nancy whispers.

Robin’s brain is going to explode. Nancy’s mouth gets closer and closer when Robin squeaks, “Does it really feel that good?”

Nancy smirks and presses a small kiss to the crease of Robin’s thigh. “You let me know.”

Her lips start kissing up her folds, chaste and simple, but Robin’s responding gasp answers all of her questions. Nancy’s tongue dips out to lick a long stripe from her hole to her clit. Nancy moans contently, tilting her head back only to say: “You taste so good.”

Robin’s throat makes a pitiful moan flood out of her lips.

Her tongue dives in for more, taking her time to explore while Robin melts into the mattress. She’s overcome with how euphoric it feels to have someone’s mouth down there. To have Nancy’s mouth down there. The care and attention she gives with devouring kisses and licks. Small noises from the back of Nancy’s throat that Robin feels echoing into her slick skin. It almost sounds like she’s getting off on this.

Robin’s hands tremble next to her, curling into the bedsheets until Nancy keeps fussing with her hair and removes her mouth to pant at Robin, “Ponytail?”

Robin’s response is a shuttering breath, eyes blown and hazy. All she can focus on is how wet Nancy’s lips and chin are. Wet with her. “Hmm?”

Nancy smiles playfully and her hands go to Robin’s to pull them to her head. Robin gets the idea and makes Nancy’s curls into a small poof at the base of her neck.

“Thanks, baby,” Nancy breathes before burying her face again.

Nancy kisses her way up to Robin’s clit, teasing it with kitten licks. Her lips wrap around it and she sucks harshly. Robin groans loudly and grips Nancy’s hair tightly. Nancy hisses but doesn’t stop enveloping her in that sweet mouth. Robin can’t stay still, she keeps writhing, and she can feel Nancy’s fingers pressing tightly into her skin. She manages to mutter out an apology that has Nancy popping her head up again.

“What?” Nancy whispers.

“I c-can't. It--” Robin stammers.

Nancy tilts her head and quirks an eyebrow, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Robin gives a small whimper.

“I’ll handle your legs, you just lay back and relax,” Nancy instructs as she leans forward to wrap her lips back around Robin’s clit whilst maintaining eye contact.

Robin’s going to pass away right in this bed.

Nancy does handle her legs, her grip stabilizing now, but it doesn’t stop Robin from grounding up into Nancy’s mouth. Nancy’s eyes go back and forth from closing in pleasure to staring her down like if Robin’s not careful, Nancy will swallow her whole.

It sends Robin’s skin into a frenzy.

Nancy manages to spread Robin’s legs wider even though Robin’s thighs keep trying to squeeze her head to keep her close. Nancy’s tongue prod around Robin’s entrance a few times before sinking inside of her. Robin cries out in disbelief and absolute pleasure. Nancy’s nose rubs up against her clit just right as she starts licking inside her as much as she can.

“Nance, Nance, fucking, God,” Robin moans.

Nancy just hums and continues her actions as Robin’s thighs start to shake. She can feel the tight knot in her abdomen begging to be undone. She gives in to her impulse to tug on Nancy’s curls and thrust her hips up.

“I think I’m gonna‒”

Nancy’s eyes flash up to her and she nods, the movement causing her nose to rub her clit perfectly.

Robin lets go with a string of curses and praises. She tries not to cringe over the mess she makes. But when Nancy is done cleaning her up, there is a wide grin on her shining face.

“Wow,” Nancy mutters as she hovers over Robin’s face again, rests her elbows on either side of her pillow, and gently, lovingly runs her fingers through her hair. “I hope I’ve convinced you.”

“That was‒you were‒” Robin whispers as a blush erupts on her cheeks but her rambling is cut short by Nancy’s lips kissing her deeply.

“Take a taste for yourself,” Nancy murmurs.

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 2 years

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Steve, Eddie and Robin drop by Nancy's workplace and while they are joking around, Nancy is this close to get mad because one of her coworkers hands her a foreign letter, and it is written in two languages mixed together, none of which she knows.

Nancy finally hits the table and everyone turns to her. "Oh hey." Steve says, "Chill. What's wrong?" And while Nancy is explaining, Robin glances at the letter and "Oh it's Russian and France. Kind of a code. Look."

And Nancy just stares at Robin works out the letter in awe.

Bonus a very proud Steve in the back.

thank you for the wonderful request!! it ended up just being in russian, i hope that's alright! i might write another with a french-speaking Robin, she's so cool :)

INCLUDES STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 VOLUME 2 SPOILERS

Kyoto (2,083 words)

The Hawkins Post was six feet under - no, literally. Unfortunately (or fortunately, in this case) it’d been built right above the Upside-Down fault line. Diana, a twenty-something waitress who worked at the cafe across the street, told Nancy it’d crumbled like ash underneath the overwhelming heat of the crack.

And so when the rest of Hawkins was busy trying to put itself back together, Nancy focused on what’d always been there; the news. She, accompanied by her ragtag group of clumsy teenage friends, recorded bits and pieces of what was happening to the citizens. Out of the earthquake (or the End of the World) grew a desperate need for a place to collect requests for supplies, missing notices, obituaries, and some good news too, what little there was of it. The first draft of the Hawkins Sun made her mother cry over a story about a father reuniting with his daughter - Hawkin’s previously-dead police chief and his adopted teenage girl brought back together by the earthquake. It was a good cry, Nancy’s mom promised as tears blotted the still-drying ink.

Now three months later the Hawkins Sun set up shop in the skeleton of the old printing press in the basement of Hawkins High, the high school paper thankfully merging into it because of, well. The lack of students available to help. Either they’d skipped town or disappeared within the smoke and ash from the fault line break. Hawkins High took one look at Nancy’s efforts and handed her a diploma without final exams or a walk across the stage. She took it without question. There were more important things to worry about than a cap or a gown or an afterparty with stale beer.

Unfortunately the printing press still had no air conditioning. A late August afternoon spent slaving over the Sunday issue, set to be sent out and copied that night, had Nancy close to passing out at her desk. She was debating the wording of a short story about Nana’s Bakery, a place downtown, that had given out free breakfast to those who needed it a few days before. As she shifted around words with her eraser and her scissors, tongue between her teeth and deep in thought, the three Stooges decided to walk in.

Steve Harrington’s big and familiar hand (now scarred irreparably) came down first, landing softly on the desk. Just enough to get her attention. Nancy’s head whipped up so fast her reading glasses nearly fell off her face. Steve, ever the hero, swooped in to push them back up onto her nose with a charming smile, one that would’ve had her swooning over three years ago. But it was not three years ago, so she just smiled tight-lipped in return.

Beside him, as he tended to be, was newly innocent Eddie Munson. The earthquake had hindered the witch hunt for Eddie but not enough, so he’d been hiding out since spring break. That is, until mid-June brought him a judge-officiated sentence of ‘NOT GUILTY’. Even though the majority of the townsfolk hesitated to respect it, Eddie was a free man.

Eddie leaned on Steve’s shoulder, both from the want to be close and also from necessity. His brush with death in the Upside-Down had rendered one leg completely useless and later removed. As the shady government figures (who’d bought the Hopper-Byers house in upper-class Twin Pines) worked on making Eddie a sufficient prosthetic limb, Eddie walked slowly with one foot and spent the majority of his time being Steve’s other half. Which Steve didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it was the complete opposite. Nancy was happy for them.

On Steve’s other side, a little farther back from the desk but no less visible, was Robin Buckley. Nancy’s first true girl friend since Barb. Robin Buckley, whose nearly overwhelming beauty wafted over in waves of fruity scent despite their lack of proximity. Nancy had been anxious over not getting the cover story worked out by tonight, but Robin’s presence put even a deeper dent into her productivity. Nancy couldn’t even get angry at her for it.

Robin’s newly chopped bob, hair that barely reached her ears, swung around her head as she walked over. Short hair looked good on her, even with the tiny, dumb-looking ponytail Robin had tied at the base of her head to try and keep stray hairs off of her neck in the heat.

“Anything good today, Nance?” Steve asked as he peered over her work. Nancy resisted the urge to shoo his grabbing hands away like he was a small child and instead gestured over to a crowded desk beside her.

“I’m working out one of our last stories,” She explained. “I don’t think the wording is right, though.”

“Nancy!” Her co-worker, Paul, called her over from behind. She felt him brush past her as he dropped a scribbled letter down onto her workspace. “This came for you today. Good luck trying to read it. I have no fucking clue.” Nancy laughed before squinting her eyes. She picked up the piece of paper in confusion. It was in a language Nancy had never seen before.

“Do you know how to read this?” She asked Steve and Eddie, holding it up to them. Both squinted, expressions eerily mirroring each other.

“I have no idea,” Steve said.

“It’s in Russian, I think,” Eddie spoke at the same time. The two looked at each other and Nancy fake-gagged at them, taking the letter back.

“You two are sickening,” She said with a laugh, spreading out the paper onto her desk and leaning closer.

She had to take Eddie’s word for it, although knowing the language didn’t help at all. So what if it was Russian? She didn’t know Russian, couldn’t even begin to know it. All Nancy knew was about a year’s worth of Spanish taken her freshman year, which was fairly embarrassing - she wanted to know more languages, but fighting monsters from an alternate dimension took up the majority of her free time. There wasn’t a chance to learn languages.

Her fingers absently traced the edges of the page as she furrowed her eyebrows deeper. Maybe something about the news? If only one of the words were recognizable, but it was all gibberish. Especially because the alphabet differed so much from English - half of the symbols were alien to her. Nancy let out a little frustrated noise.

“Do you think it’s important?” Steve asked.

“I hope not,” Nancy groaned. “Jesus, this is impossible to read. It’s too hot for this.” She contemplated balling up the page and tossing it in a trash can, damn the consequences. Something in the back of her mind told her though that perhaps a letter in Russian, especially with the uncertainty of the gates being closed and Vecna still half-burnt and zombielike out there somewhere, made her instead smooth out the letter’s creases.

“What’s up?” Robin appeared then, leaning over the desk in the same way Steve was. Her bangs fell in her eyes, all sun-tinged brown strands that had Nancy’s heart leaping up to her throat. “Oh, shit! Is that in Russian?”

“Uh, I guess,” Was all Nancy could come up with. Instantly she felt stupid for stuttering like that. But Robin didn’t seem to notice or judge her for it. Instead she rounded the desk, coming to stand over Nancy’s shoulder and read the letter behind her. Dimly Nancy recognized their height difference, how Robin’s bangs brushed with her own as she leaned over to check out the letter. How Robin’s body radiated heat, something Nancy had been trying to avoid all day but now she wanted nothing more but to suffocate herself in, drown in the smell of Robin and her proximity.

“I know Russian, by the way,” Robin said carelessly, like it was a normal conversation starter. Nancy opened her mouth to speak but then Robin covered one of her hands with her own to hold up the letter closer, breath hitting the shell of Nancy’s ear as she leaned in. Nancy’s eyes went wide. They darted up to Steve’s, who was watching them with a shit-eating grin on his face. That fucker.

“You-you know Russian?” Nancy asked, amazed. Robin hummed an affirmative, clearly not hearing just how shocked Nancy was.

“I think this letter was forwarded to you,” Robin said. “Do you have the envelope?”

“Paul probably does,” Nancy spoke in a daze.

“It’s addressed from somebody who calls himself Enzo,” Robin explained. She stretched out a long, beautiful finger to gesture to where no doubt the aforementioned name was written. “It was for Hopper, I think. Or some guy named Murray. Maybe Murray sent this for you to see too?”

“Murray,” Nancy spoke softly. “Yeah, I know him. He speaks Russian too, I think.”

“Cool,” Robin said. Nancy dared to turn and saw Robin’s pearly grin up close to her eyes. She nearly fainted.

“I can’t believe you know Russian,” Nancy admitted. Robin shrugged self-consciously, a bashful smile on her face.

“I dunno, I’m good with languages,” Robin said, laughing a little. Nancy nodded because of course this girl was good with languages. Was there anything she was bad at? “Anyway, it basically details a bunch of stuff about a gate in Russia. Maybe Hopper knows more?”

“We’ll bring it to him,” Nancy agreed. “So - wait, if you know how to read Russian, that means -”

“Я говорю́ по-ру́сски,” Robin said, tongue flicking out as she spoke. And okay, if Nancy was close to fainting before - she was on the verge of death now. Robin’s voice dropped about an octave when she spoke, hitting the vowel sounds just right. Her throat moved slightly, swallowing. Nancy couldn’t take her eyes away from Robin’s mouth, from her moving neck, from her tongue still left sticking out just slightly. She knew she looked insane but there was no amount of willpower in the world that could’ve gotten her to stop staring.

“What did you say?” Nancy whispered, eyes wide.

“I said ‘I speak Russian’,” Robin laughed, eyes twinkling.

“Can you two stop fucking in the middle of the printing room?” Eddie said dryly. Nancy remembered she wasn’t dreaming and looked back up, no doubt face as red as the surface of the sun. Eddie and Steve were wearing matching grins like the obnoxious couple they were. Nancy snuck a glance back at Robin, whose cheeks were pink. But neither made any move to put space in between.

“We can drop the letter off to Hopper,” Robin suggested after a moment, voice cracking before she coughed and swallowed again. It was cute how flustered she was and it would’ve been cuter if Nancy wasn’t so equally shaken up. “You know. ‘Cause you need to work, and stuff.”

“Okay,” Nancy said, even though what she really wanted Robin to do was to merge into her. Even if that was physically impossible. She shouldn’t leave her side, that’s for sure. Robin picked up the letter softly, folding it over and over as she stepped back. It was almost painful to lose that contact. “Come back to tell me what he says, yeah?”

“Will do,” Steve nodded as he and Eddie stepped away from the desk, heading for the door. Robin turned to follow but she spun back around before she fully disappeared. She squared her shoulders and took a breath.

“Would you wanna - um. Learn Russian with me, sometime?” Robin squeaked out. Her face was bright red. “I can teach you, you know. Some phrases. If you want.”

“I do want,” Nancy agreed, embarrassed at how fast the words came out. She nodded for emphasis. “I really, really want.”

“Cool,” Robin said. She clapped her hands as if to finish the conversation. “Okay. Um -

До свидания!” She spun around again, nearly tripping over nothing as she rushed for the door.

“What does that one mean?” Nancy called after her, heart fluttering in her chest. She couldn’t help but grin as Robin spun back around, hand pushing open the door that led out into the rest of Hawkins High.

“It means goodbye,” Robin said over her shoulder. “Or, um. ‘Until next time’.” Nancy let herself really grin then, the smile staying even after Robin was long gone. Maybe Robin could teach her how to say ‘I really like you’ in Russian. Maybe she’d get her in English, anyway. Nancy wanted to express the emotion in both languages, though.

She wanted to tell Robin she liked her in every language available.

:) Should I write a language-study date part two?

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jaaklops · 4 months

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Ronance Prompt: Robin and Nancy, thinking they’re being super sneaky, escape from one of the Wheeler family’s dinner parties (that only exists because I need it to for plot) up to Nancy’s room to make out. But because the two of them can’t wait to enter a room, they start making out in a really poor hiding spot. Eventually they’re discovered by… Joyce Byers and Karen Wheeler! Who’re also making out! The two couples then decide to pretend this situation never happened or else mutually assured destruction would ensue. (I literally could not give les of a shit about if you even mention Ted Wheeler existing, so do what you want with the Karen x Joyce situation).

here you go wonderful anon!!!! i hope this is what you were searching for:)

#ronance #nancy x robin #ronance fic #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #prompt fill #had sm fun writing this #such a refresher to write fluff for once since i usually never end up writing it

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renegade-diamonds · 1 month

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Ronance ABO Ideas I have for Alpha Nancy and Omega Robin...

Dune fusion AU: Nancy keeps having visions of a girl on Arrakis, and she goes to El for help. El could have been the Kwisatz Haderach if she was a boy, so she's really powerful and skilled with her abilities despite her age. (This one is still in the brainstorming phase).

Time-Travel AU: Robin dies in Season 5 while on patrol after a huge fight with Nancy, and El accidentally sends her consciousness back to season 3 when attempting to revive her. This creates an unintentional bond between them that past-El can feel. Basically, the party suspects Robin is possessed like Will was after Steve notices her weird behavior. They kidnap her, and shenanigans happen as Robin slowly remembers the truth.

Monster-Hunter AU: Robin is an orphaned Lycan (natural-born werewolf) living with her foster family (Max and her Mom). Max is the only person who knows Robin's true nature; her mother suspects, but basically knows not to question it. They move to Hawkins during Robin's junior year, where she meets the gang. Robin's completely caught off guard by Nancy's interest in her, and she falls hard for the girl.

Ultimately, Robin may have been born a Lycan, but she is clueless about the supernatural world. She has no idea about hunters, vampires, or anything like that. Which sucks, because it turns out that Hawkins is ground-zero for Monster Hunters, and they are much closer than she realizes.

School-Bet Betrayal AU: In 7th grade, during a fight between Barb and Robin, Nancy unintentionally starts a rumor that Robin was in love with Barb and that she was jealous of Nancy after Robin accidentally insulted her in anger. The rumor goes out of control, and Robin has to move to home-schooling because of the bullying.

Four years later, Robin returns to public school during her Junior year. Freshly presented as an omega and ready to take back control of her life, she tries to stay out of the gossip mill.

Unfortunately, her return garners more attention than she'd like. Robin doesn't know what to do when the popular Nancy Wheeler, the bane of her existence, apologizes and starts trying to befriend her. She doesn't know what to do when she starts falling in love with the stupid alpha, and she definitely doesn't know what to do when Nancy confesses that she likes her too. Most importantly, Robin doesn't know what to do when she finds out it was all a lie.

#ronance #fanfiction #writing prompts #omegaverse #abo #ronance omegaverse #fic ideas I have #alpha nancy wheeler #omega robin buckley

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lonesome-witching · 11 months

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You Rule

Thank you for the prompt from @1-800-eat-shit and the tweet it was based off. I had some struggles writing this one but one of my friends said it was good so blame her if you hate it.

You can send prompts or read the previous ones I wrote.

“And another one bites the dust.” Robin pulled up her whiteboard and added another tally under the words ‘you suck’ that she had written with care.

“Yeah, yeah.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest. “Easy for you to laugh about it. You don’t know the struggles of picking up girls.”

Robin raised her eyebrows with a smile on her face. “Did your fragile male ego get bruised by the fact you suck?”

“That’s it! If you know so much about flirting why don’t you do it? Next customer is all yours.” Steve grabbed his hat and threw it on the floor.

“Maybe I don’t want to flirt with anybody.”

“Okay, if you get the next customer’s phone number, I’ll close up for a week.”

“Deal.”

“But if you don’t, you get rid of that stupid whiteboard and you stop making fun of me for the rest of the summer.” Steve retrieved his hat from the floor and held it to his chest with a smirk on his face.

“Fine.” Robin sighed as she switched places with her coworker.

She tapped her fingers on the counter staring at the people that passed the ice cream parlor. Most of the teens were rushing to catch the matinee showing of whatever movie was playing and the few that didn’t simply didn’t pay Scoops Ahoy any attention.

An old man shuffled toward the entrance and Robin worried he’d come up to her and ask for a waffle cone with one scoop of mint chocolate chip. Was the bet still on if it was a retired man that couldn’t walk properly anymore? What if it was Erica and her goons? They came over nearly every day and today she hadn’t seen them yet.

The old man turned left right in front of the entrance and Robin exhaled in pure relief. Relief that was short lived when, from somewhere behind him, Nancy Wheeler walked into Scoops Ahoy with big steps. Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Fuck!

She might be a total priss but she was also one of the prettiest girls in all of Hawkins. Scratch that, THE prettiest girl in all of Hawkins. And she was about to flirt with her.

“Hi, can I get a waffle cone with a scoop of strawberry ice cream, please?” Nancy’s eyes were focused on the display of tastes, her finger pointing towards the bright pink ice cream.

In a normal world Robin would simply nod and comply. She’d hand over the cone and wish for their fingertips to brush against each other as Nancy grabbed the treat. But this wasn’t a normal situation. She knew Steve was standing somewhere near the partition that separated him from this trainwreck and he must be snickering.

“Of course, gorgeous. Anything else? Sprinkles, maybe?” Robin tried not to look at Nancy as she spoke, instead opting to focus on her ice cream scooper and the waffle cones that stood on the counter.

“Oh uhm, no.” Nancy stammered out. When Robin looked up she saw a soft shade of pink covering her cheeks. Shit, was she making her uncomfortable. “No, I’m good.” Nancy added with a soft frown on her face.

“Are you sure?” Robin asked, she was bent halfway into the display, her scoop in hand.

“Huh?” Nancy replied.

“You know what, I’m gonna give you some free sprinkles. How about that?”

“Sure.”

Robin poured a generous amount of rainbow sprinkles on the ice cream. “There you go.” This time she purposefully touched Nancy’s hand as she handed over the ice cream and her heart nearly beat out of her chest. “That’ll be 1.25. And perhaps your number… You know, for the sprinkles.”

She must be as red as a tomato at this point. There was no way that prissy, perfect Nancy Wheeler would give her number. No way in hell.

“How about I pay for the sprinkles and don’t give you my number?” Nancy searched through her purse, one hand gripped the cone.

That sounded about right. “Oh, you are breaking my heart here, Nance.” Robin tried to play it off. She tried to not let the comment affect her as much as it did. She tapped the changes into the register, regretted it and tried to erase them. The register refused to do what she asked and she started hitting the side of it.

“Fuck!” She shouted, startling Nancy. “No, sorry. The register just won’t… 1.25, please.”

“And the sprinkles?” Nancy asked.

“Those are on me, as promised.” Robin bit her bottom lip. “And I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything. That wasn’t my intention.”

“You didn’t.” Nancy shook her head with a tightlipped smile.

“Good.”

“Great.” Nancy replied before closing her eyes. She slid the money over the counter, her fingers pressing it as if she was afraid it would be blown away by her own breathing.

Robin tried to pry the money from under Nancy’s hand but ended up simply brushing her fingers against Nancy’s. “Excuse me.” She nearly whispered, causing Nancy to pull her hand back as if it was on fire.

“Sorry.”

“No problem. Would you like a receipt?”

“Yes, that sounds lovely.”

“Lovely?” Robin asked with a smile, trying to get the damned machine to print the receipt. Was it out of paper again?

“What did I say?” Nancy asked, almost sounding panicked. The ice cream in her hand was starting to melt and a bright pink drop fell onto her skin.

“You said that it sounds lovely.” Robin’s eyes followed the drop of melted ice cream as it descended even further and collided with the counter.

“Oh, yes. It does. It’s just that… I have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t know what that has to do with this.”

“Of course it has something to do with this. Because you are asking me these questions and I want to say yes but I have a boyfriend.”

“I only asked if you wanted your receipt.” As if the machine had been waiting for its cue, it finally started printing with a buzzing noise.

“Oh.” Nancy’s own attention drawn to register, her cheeks bright red.

“Is there something else you want to say yes to, Miss Wheeler?” Robin leaned halfway over the counter, as close to Nancy as she could get.

“No, of course not. You’ve just been… You called me gorgeous and you asked for my number and you are…” She looked around, making sure there was no one who could hear them before whispering: “You’re flirting with me.”

“Am I now?” Robin placed her hand in the melted ice cream and scrunched up her face at the feeling.

“Aren’t you?” Nancy pulled back slightly. Maybe she was about to run away? Fuck, Robin couldn’t have that.

“No, I am! Definitely am. I was flirting for sure. I don’t just call anybody gorgeous and I definitely don’t give them free sprinkles. And… and your ice cream is melting.”

“Oh.” Nancy looked at the half melted scoop of frozen strawberry delight, which was the official name of the flavor, and quickly licked at it. Her tongue coming out bright pink.

“Fuck.” Robin sighed as she couldn’t help but look.

Nancy’s lips turned into a smirk when she heard the word being uttered. “Is there something else you want to ask me, Miss Buckley?”

“I would try for your number again but you have a boyfriend.”

Nancy frowned. “Actually I don’t. I don’t know why I said that.”

“So, can I perhaps, just maybe, have your phone number?” Robin asked, her eyes not meeting Nancy’s, her voice wavering with insecurity.

“Hold this.” Nancy pushed the cone back in Robin’s hands and grabbed a pen out of her bag. She scribbled a set of numbers on the back of her receipt. “I might end up breaking your heart, Robin.”

“I highly doubt that.”

#prompts #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #my work #stranger things #fanfic #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #ronance fic #ficlet

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