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Nancy opened her eyes and blinked hard, trying to force her eyesight back and the images out of her mind. Robin already had the Tylenol out of her pack and was handing her two for the headache. Before she could explain the grisly vision, there was a crackle of static from their walkies and then El’s voice was barrelling through the quiet of the library.
“Get out! It’s a trap! It’s a trap!”
Steve pulled Nancy to her feet and they ran for the doors before she could grab her pack. She made it two steps before the floor beneath her boots was collapsing and a vine was winding around her ankle. She felt the sharp tug and then she was being pulled down, down, down through the rough hole in the floor.
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Or, things do not go as planned when the group returns to the Upside Down.
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#ronance#ronance fic#nancy has powers fic#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#sweepy stringbean#ronance fanart#ronance collaboration#ronance fic rec
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how abt some ronance story recs 😫
I feel like Im gonna recommend the same things everybody recs already so i dont know if this will be super helpful if youve already read all these and also im gonna forget fics/authors that i sincerely and deeply love and i do not want to offend or hurt their feelings???
BUT ANYWAY
Anything by @eskawrites she is a wholeass library of ronance but these two are my favorites
screaming in the dark (i howl when we're apart) - one shot about what if they all played a game of werewolves and it was very sweet and emotionally revealing
this story that we found ourselves in - long multichapter celebrity fake dating AU. if you are into gay pining you will love this.
and then:
In Her Hips, There's Revolution by @monstrous-femme - long multichapter riot girl nancy wheeler processing her trauma in destructive ways but ultimately finding healing and community
That Girl is Like an Architect, And I am Just the New Invention by @ronanception - long multichapter comphet nancy wheeler processing her internalized homophobia and discovering late 80s gay culture and activism
make my menace into someone you'd adore by @lesbianlotties - long multichapter enemies to lovers about what if nancy worked at scoops ahoy instead of steve
oh girl, it's you that i lie with by @judasofsuburbia - smutty oneshot about what if they fucked with a strapon in the zombie apocalypse
Pas de Quatre by @freezeveganpolice - long multichap series rewrite focusing on Nancy and also ballet
And then a few that are in progress that I love:
Monster of the Week by freezeveganpolice - long multichapter x files au
like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird by monstrous-femme - long multichap nancy pov time travel/time loop something weird is going on with time situation? she ate a moth!
Robin Buckley's Expert Field Guide to Catching Fireflies (and Other Childhood Favourties) by @smileweakandwrong - this is the least angsty thing on this list it is a fluffy 5+1 where they flirt and catch fireflies and frogs and stuff and i love it
there are like a million more i love but like there are a ton of WIP longfics that just havent updated in a while so theyre not fresh in my mind and my subscriptions are a mess they are 90% clexa fics i dont remember. if i forgot you im sorry i guarantee i love your fics i am just flawed as a person 😭
#ronance#ronance fic rec#fic recs#if you read these you are legally required to leave nice comments on them#the anon who will just have to trust that i have good taste in fanfiction#asks
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could u write a fic where nancy fully finds out what happened to robin and steve under starcourt
here u go, beloved anon. thank u for waiting so long and so patiently <3
so much braver (than i credit u for) (2,029 words)
T.W. implications of sexual assault, canon violence
The wear and tear were hardly visible in the summer sunlight - that's where Steve thrived, with his tan skin and admittedly nice chest and excellent swimming skill - but now, sat in front of his parents’ campfire with his head against his fist, he looked decades older than he really was. Nancy held her roasting stick tentatively, the marshmallow threatening to collapse into the fiery pit below as she distracted herself in tracing the shadows that fell underneath his eyes. In the harsh light he looked almost in a constant state of grief, with heavy eye bags and lines along his forehead, lips pressed in a thin line and hair limp from the heat.
Robin sat beside Nancy, the two having commandeered the foldout loveseat upon arriving in his backyard. She was expertly placing two roasted marshmallows onto their respective graham crackers - one burnt to all hell and one barely cooked. She passed one to Steve, who had his hand open and waiting as if second nature to accept food from Robin. He liked his barely cooked, apparently.
Eddie was nearly passed out in the lawn chair across the fire from them, a few purposeful feet from Steve after a day spent trying and failing to get a summer job. Surprisingly, nobody wanted to hire the assumed leader of a deadly cult. Robin suggested using it as a resume builder. Nancy suggested changing his name and trying out the next town over. He had his arms folded across his chest, a bit of marshmallow stuck to a long curled strand that Nancy didn’t have the heart to bother him about picking off.
Steve seemed to be contemplating shoving the entire smore in his mouth in one go.
“You alright?” Nancy asked, immediately wincing at both the lack of tact and impersonality of her question - they’d known each other long enough to forgo conversation starters like that. “You look, um.”
“You look like shit,” Robin helpfully interrupted, sucking off a bit of marshmallow from her finger and generally being the bane of Nancy’s existence. Steve looked up from the smore as if he’d forgotten they were there completely, a little look of shock on his face.
“I’m fine,” He said, but his tone of voice was anything besides reassuring. “I’m, uh, just not getting much sleep lately.” Nancy nodded, fully prepared to drop the whole awkward thing anyway. Clearly, Steve didn’t want to talk about himself or his well-being - he hardly ever did.
“Me neither,” Robin agreed. She took a bite of her burnt-as-hell smore, wordlessly taking Nancy’s stick from out of her loose grip and holding it patiently over the fire for her.
“Thank you,” Nancy whispered to her side. Robin knocked their feet together in acknowledgment.
“I haven’t slept since 1983, honestly,” Steve added, and while he was laughing as he said it Nancy didn’t take it as a joke.
“I have trouble sleeping too,” Nancy admitted to the both of them, hoping to coax them out into the open. Steve and Robin were a bit like frightened animals - make them talk about their feelings too much and they’d scurry away. Deer in headlights type. She had to be gentle. “I dream about - Barb. And Fred.” Just saying their names still made her choked up. Nancy ducked her head into her sweater, prepared to blame her watery eyes on the heavy smoke from the campfire. As she sniffled into the fabric, Steve hummed in neutral agreement.
“I dream about the mall,” Steve said. Beside her, Nancy felt Robin move her whole body to nod.
“You saved my life,” Nancy said, smiling wetly as she remembered both t-boning Billy’s precious sports car seconds before he flattened Nancy into the concrete. “With Toddfather.”
“That was, actually, a highlight of the night,” Steve said, laughing a little in reply as he bit into his smore. “Perfect, Rob.”
“Did you expect anything less?” She asked, pulling back Nancy’s stick just as it was beginning to catch fire. If smore-making could be a job, Robin would be making six figures, no doubt. It was little things like that that made Nancy love her so heartbreakingly. Even watching her do something as simple as making her a smore with the correct amount of chocolate and graham made her heart try to pull itself out of her chest.
“In most of my dreams,” Steve said, face grounding itself as he tapped a careful thumb against the top of his smore. “I’m - um. I’m back in that room.” Nancy frowned in confusion, taking Robin’s offered smore robotically as she looked at him.
“That room?” She asked. “What room?”
“We never told you?” Robin replied, a little surprised and a little cautious - Nancy’s heart began a steady descent down to her sneakers. What the hell had they not told her?
It was hard to check in on everybody, especially after that night. She and Jon had been so in the dark about everything else - and the hospital, god. She hadn’t allowed space in her brain for anything else, which she could admit now was a little selfish. Still, Nancy had never asked. And Robin had never said. Certainly, Steve hadn’t. She hardly knew a thing about his childhood, despite dating him for two years and being one of his closest friends for another.
“I know you guys got messed up by some Russians,” Nancy said quietly, surveying both Steve's and Robin’s faces. In the firelight, they looked eerily similar - almost haunted. “But I don’t know the details. I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?” Robin reassured her, hand coming to pull her waist in close and squeeze the outer pocket of her jacket. “We forgot to tell you. I guess it never came up.”
“Who wants to talk about it, anyway?” Steve said, mostly to himself. He took another bite of his smore as uneasy silence fell on the group. Nancy felt terrible to push, but her journalist curiosity got the better of her.
“So - what did happen?” She asked. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“It’s fine,” Robin replied. Nancy watched her make eye contact with Steve, and they proceeded to have a conversation with only slight twitches on their faces. It was the innate ability that came with being best friends the way they were. “You know about the elevator, right?” Nancy racked her brain, then: yes, a hazy recollection of Erica explaining how they’d ended up in the underground base in the first place.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Well, after they set off the alarms and figured out we’d broken in, we all rushed into a backroom,” Robin began, eyes firmly set on the fire. As if she were embarrassed to tell Nancy - or nervous to see her reaction. “Dustin and Erica managed to get themselves into the vent system, to try to get out - but Steve and I had to hold the door to give them enough time. We were grabbed by a bunch of Russian guards and spilt up for interrogation. They kept us there for hours.”
“They beat me so bad I nearly died,” Steve cut in, teeth gritting against each other as if the words were forcing themselves out. Nancy noticed his empty hand, the one not holding his smore, was balling into a tight fist against his leg. “They didn’t believe me when I said I wasn’t working for anybody - they just kept hitting me over and over and over again. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad.” That’s why his face was messed up so badly. Nancy couldn’t help her mouth from dropping open.
“When they brought us back together, I thought he-” Robin cut herself off, gasping as she suddenly realized she was crying. “Jesus, I. I’m sorry. I thought Steve was dead.” The last three words were mere whispers as if saying them to the air made it all more real. Nancy took her hand. Steve’s fist immediately unfurled to take her other, stretched beside the fire to grip with a fury she had never seen before. Robin continued to stare into the fire, unseeing.
“Did they beat you up, too?” Nancy asked. Robin let out a little breath through her nose in careful excess at the question.
“No,” She said quietly. “Well - they did. But not as bad as Steve. It was only in reaction to - when they dragged me in there, I was wearing my Scoops uniform. You know, it’s a pretty shitty outfit for espionage, yeah? And - my skirt - I thought they were going to - so kicked one of the guards in the face, and that’s when they beat me up. But they mostly left me alone.”
It was difficult to pin down exactly what Nancy felt at that exact moment. At first, it was cold horror at the steady, small implication of what Robin was saying; what those guards would’ve done to her, had she not been as ready to fight back or them not as lenient in letting her alone. But horror gave way quickly to a tidal wave of fierce, untamable anger. One that roared in Nancy’s chest and took over her whole being, face reddening with intensity and hand gripping Robin’s with white knuckles.
“Nance,” Robin chided. She looked away from the fire finally to make eye contact with Nancy. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You don’t need to break my hand.”
“Sorry,” Nancy choked out, releasing her grip only slightly. She was worried if she let go, Robin would float away - or worse, be dragged back down to the depths of the mall.
Steve’s face, in comparison, was a steady, heated anger - just as angry as Nancy, but none of the surprise. He’d known about this. Perhaps the entire time. Nancy desperately wished he’d said something, but on the same thought acknowledged it was all within Robin’s jurisdiction. At least she was telling her now.
“And then they drugged us,” Steve said. “And almost took off one of my fingers as a torture tactic.”
“Luckily Dustin and Erica came in then,” Robin finished, shaking her head and smiling despite the tears in her eyes. “The fucking idiots. I could’ve killed them if I had been able to stand up.”
“Horse tranquilizers,” Steve told Nancy, a similar smile on his face. The silence returned for a second or two before Steve was all but collapsing into Robin, pulling her into a tight hug that she returned whole cloth. Nancy stayed on the loveseat as the two best friends stood up for a better angle, gripping each other as if holding each other together. She rested a careful hand on Robin’s back and let her girlfriend fall against her shoulder, emotionally and physically exhausted, when the hug finally broke.
“I’m sorry,” Nancy said, because there was nothing else to say. Steve finished the rest of his smore and looked back into the fire. It seemed some of the shadows, while not entirely going away, had gotten a little lighter. As if the words they had spoken were floating off in the smoke. Robin looked about ready to fall asleep. “I wish I had been there.”
“I am so fucking glad you weren’t,” Robin said, voice muffled. She tucked her head against Nancy’s shoulder and shut her eyes. When Nancy managed to stop looking at the beauty that was her girlfriend in the firelight, she looked back at Steve.
“You can fall asleep, too,” Nancy offered. “I’ll keep watch.” Steve gave her a wiry grin and suddenly he was sixteen again, and the butterflies in her stomach awakened just enough for her to give him one in return.
“Thanks, Nance,” He finally decided, leaning back into his chair and tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “It’s over, yeah? Like Rob said, it’s okay. We’re okay.”
“I don’t know what to do,” Nancy admitted, carding a careful hand through Robin’s choppy bangs. Steve’s smile grew as the fire winked.
“You’re already doing something,” He said, gesturing to Robin and her prone position against Nancy’s shoulder. “You’re something, Nance. That’s enough. That’s more than enough.”
Nancy, once again, blamed her tears on the fire. Steve didn’t say a word about it.
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Hey I have nothing better to do, here’s some fic recs for y’all!!
If you have followed me for any amount of time you know which one I’m about to lose my mind over—
Bloodletting by agentgenevra / @agentgenevra
Nancy is a vampire hunter… And also a vampire. Robin is a vampire. The plot of this fic is SO incredibly woven, I am NOT kidding guys. Every character has their place, and everything connects in just the coolest way. I’m literally obsessed. The slow burn dynamic between Robin and Nancy is incredible and full of tension as well! I am feral about this fic.
dancing in the moonlight by summersociety
Nancy is a monster hunter and Robin is a werewolf. This fic is the PERFECT mix of wacky and serious and I adore it for that. The tension is incredible, I would kill for the side characters, the internal struggle for Robin is so well written! The way this author writes for the werewolf in a different way is such a cool creative choice. This fic will have you crying over “aroo.” Just saying.
a never ending story by summersociety
Robin and Nancy play D&D and their in game romance definitely has nothing to do with Nancy having a big fat crush on Robin. Their dynamic in game and out of game is just so lovely and we love a little comphet Wheeler. Plus!!! This author just has some very poetic writing and I adore it
Raise Dead by EskaWrites / @eskawrites
Robin died in the Upside-Down. Nancy is grieving, but the kids are scheming. One (1) fic has brought actual tears to my eyes. I don’t usually cry over media but this one will pull at the heart strings. Go in knowing that this fic will devastate you, but it will fix you afterwards. I found myself holding my breath through some of the more intense portions, and the way this writer describes Nancy’s grief and uses symbolism just broke my heart.
you’re the reason that i’m hanging on by EskaWrites / @eskawrites
Robin gets Vecna’d. INCREDIBLE angst, I don’t want to say too much and spoil it, but the dynamics are wonderful and the ending is fantastic.
choke up (on my bat and on your heart) by gfbuckleyxwheeler / @werewolfxwheeler
As a bitch who didn’t think I’d be into sports aus, this fic!!! Ronance are on a softball team and they have a wonderful hate/love relationship and I adore it!! And Max and Chrissy are both lovely in this au <333 Em also has a wonderful blog here, please check them out!
feels like I’ve been gettin’ anointed (ever since the day that I met you) by khalasaar / @sapphicriley
Catholic school au with the partner project trope PLEASE. This one is spicy. The writing is incredible, the tension is fantastic, and also I think you can tell she writes/reads poetry in her writing, which I happen to think is cool as shit. Inappropriate use of religious imagery my beloved <333 Did I mention tension—
put me in the movies (on a king sized silver screen) by khalasaar / @sapphicriley
Robin works at a drive in theatre and Nancy keeps visiting her because she’s a dumb lesbian. This is one of my favorite fluffy, sweet stories, oh my god. They are so!!! I want to squeeze them. Their dynamic and their banter and Nancy being So Totally Smooth is the best. I need to reread this one
Handle With Care by ElFandomBirb / @el-fandom-birb
Centering around Robin thinking about love and her Handle with Care patch. Oh. My. God. The types of love actually killed me, this fic is so soft and so sweet. Repetition as a plot device!!! Seriously one of my favorite one shots. Also another great Ronance blog
400 Bones [series] by DearApparition / @anxiouswerewolf
You want to read some of the most delicious angst out there? Here you go. Ronance is messy and angsty but they’re there for each other and I could easily cry about any of the fics in this series
here and wherever you are by penguinwritesbooks
The Half Of It au. Steve recruits Robin to write love letters to Nancy. One of my favorite movies and my favorite ship lovingly rolled into one. Everything feels very true to the characters and the dynamics without being a scene by scene retelling!! There’s a Steddie sequel if that’s your thing
#will probably do another list soon#I’ve read so many incredible fics#this was also an excuse to yell about how cool my mutuals are#fic recs#ronance#ronance fic rec#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#robin x nancy#nancy x robin#werewolf robin buckley#monster hunter nancy wheeler#stranger things#forgive me if any descriptions are a little off#it’s been a minute since I’ve read some of these :#vampire Nancy wheeler#vampire robin buckley
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🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love
thank you for the ask mj!!!!
gotta show some love to my boys
@cheatghost's Crash has been my most recent read and it GOD OH GOD it's so fucking good. anything louseph writes is just 10/10 knocks it out of the park every time!
@judasofsuburbia's get up and shake the glitter off your clothes A CLASSIC would own this as a penguin cover classic on my bookshelf (hell i might even make one for it now that i think abt it.....) just mutual pining at it's best, accidentally married!!! in vegas!!!! my heart swoons for it still!!!!
@fastcardotmp3's halfway to home - a gorgeous Stonathan piece written by the incredibly talented Dot! it deals with themes of grieving and healing and reconnecting (anyone who knows me knows i am a SLUT for a reconnecting fic!!!) and it is just so so beautiful!
@kkpwnall's tell me something (give me hope for the night) - speaking of my love for reconnecting/second chance romances. THIS FIC. GAHHHH it cured my Holiday Blues, written with so much love and care by the talented KK!!!! the perfect Steve-voice, perfectly encapsulating the feelings of nostalgia and that perfect era of rom-coms at their finest! so so goooood!!!!
and another fic that literally altered my brain chemistry was @roguenancy's What Water Gives, It Takes Away - a beautiful Nancy character study! Blake is a wonderful writer and I think everyone should give this fic a read!!
Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game
#ask game#fic rec#steddie fic rec#stranger things fic rec#could gush abt my friends and their talent forever and ever by the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!#stonathan fic rec#ronance fic rec
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ya'll, pls send me your favorite Ronance fics? I feel like all the ones I find are just background Ronance :(
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Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler
Summary:
Boy meets girl. Boy is effortlessly charming. Girl smiles coyly. Boy and girl fall in love. Robin knows the drill.
Most of what she’s seen play out in front of her for her entire life has been ripped straight from the VHS tapes at Family Video, which is why she has no idea what to do with doe-eyed Nancy Wheeler and her newfound interest in film, who is turning out not to be such a cliche.
#ronance#ronance fic#ronance fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things fanfiction#ronance fic rec#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#steddie
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Mike Wheeler & Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, Barbara "Barb" Holland & Nancy Wheeler
Characters: Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Jonathan Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Barbara "Barb" Holland
Additional Tags: Character Study, Drabble
Summary:
Nancy’s Dad, she secretly, guiltily thought, was not a real man. He wasn’t bad. But he was lousy. He didn’t take care of things. Nancy thought a man should take care of things.
Nancy and masculinity.
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go read my friend’s ( @daylightlesbian ) ronance fix it/coming out one-shot!
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“We should probably talk about it, right?” Robin asked, still focused on the dirt at her feet.
“Yeah, we probably should. If you want to. Or we can just pretend that I didn’t say anything at all…if that’s easier. I don’t want to lose you,” Nancy said, her hands squeezing the metal chains like they were mooring lines keeping her from drifting out to sea.
Robin reached over and tapped on Nancy’s tense white knuckles, waiting for her to release her grip so she could replace the chain with her own hand. “Nance,” she said when their entwined fingers hung loosely between the two swings. “I don’t want to pretend. I want to hear it again.”
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Or, Nancy wants to take action against the things she saw as Vecna, gets confirmation that her feelings for Robin aren't one-sided, and finds that she can control one of her abilities---kind of.
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Everyone send @sweepy-stringbean a pile of online hugs for creating this perfect nose smooch 💜
#ronance#ronance fic#nancy has powers fic#nancy wheeler#robin buckley#sweepy stringbean#ronance collaboration#ronance fanart#ronance fic rec
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Just read: Can You See Into The Future? by PassengerPidgin
Ship: Steddie, Ronance
Word Count: 3,687
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#steddie fanfiction#ronance#ronance fic#ronance fanfic#ronance fanficton#ronance fic rec#steddie fic rec#archive of our own#ao3#fanfic#fanfiction#fic#stranger things#steveddie#fruity four#steve x eddie#pov outsider
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RONANCETOBER DAY 2
Prompt: Vampire/Werewolf
Word Count: 4,169 words
(A bit of an unconventional monster story! I hope you all enjoy)
Robin supposed it’d been inevitable - Nancy finding out like this. She wasn’t too careful about keeping the thing a secret, as dangerous as that could potentially be. But nobody had figured it out before. Not even Steve, her best friend and ex-college roommate, who’d spent a good two years of his life finding dog hairs amongst his sweaters in an apartment building that disallowed pets. And Robin knew she was smart enough to avoid tangles she couldn’t get out of - the armpit hair was feminist, her penchant for raw meat was a product of her upbringing, gold jewelery brought her skin tones out better than silver ever could.
Shacking up with an investigative journalist? Probably the stupidest thing Robin could’ve done. You can’t blame her, though. Who wouldn’t want to move in with Nancy Wheeler?
Robin met Nancy their final year of college. After a particularly bad moon left her with a scar two inches deep along her right cheek, she’d resisted the monthly urge to drop out and live in the woods without a second of critical thought upon seeing that tuft of curly hair. Nancy, absolutely covered in layers despite it being late spring, had been a beacon amongst a surfing wave of people. Namely because of how pale her skin was. It was almost clear, especially in the light. Her clunky sunglasses, 2000s-esque and adorable, hung off the tip of her crooked nose. When they’d collided in the line for the cafeteria’s terrible coffee, Nancy’s first instinct was to reach a careful finger up to Robin’s scratched cheek. Embarrassingly, the tip of it was still fresh enough to bleed. She’d been getting it on the sleeve of her shirt the whole day.
“What’d you do?” Nancy had asked. Her voice, flighty and perfect, drew Robin in so close she could hardly breathe without letting it land on some part of Nancy’s smaller face. Not once did she consider it strange that she, a virtual stranger, had stepped near enough to see the pores in Nancy’s wonderful porcelain cheeks.
“A tree branch,” Robin said. A silly explanation. Nancy seemed to take it without question or expression, especially when her thumb reached the bottom of the jagged scratch and came away redder for it. “Sorry.”
Nancy looked up through her spidery eyelashes and, like the rising of a September sun, smiled. She showed no teeth. But as they retrieved their individual coffees and nourished the fledging of a romance that would took over Robin’s life, she could’ve swore she’d seen Nancy stick that finger in her mouth when she thought Robin wasn’t looking.
Flash forward two years and now she was sharing both an apartment and a bedroom with the girl of her dreams. Robin took pleasure in getting to open her eyes to see Nancy’s soft face every morning and closing them to the same image every night. They argued over cereal brands and discussed their dreary work days over a half-broken coffee machine. They had Steve and his boyfriend(?) Eddie over every Friday for family dinners. Nancy kissed Robin goodbye and vice versa, calling out exclamations of love through the open doorway of their tiny one-bed, one-bath. It was glorious. Robin was about to kill herself.
Explaining away her monthly disappearances and subsequent heavy sicknesses had been getting harder to bear. Her day job as a technical writer for the nearby observatory (a degree in astronomy had easily justified her near religious following of the lunar calendar) covered the majority of it. But that one night, when Robin would duck from their warm shared bed under the guise of an ‘emergency work call’ and trudge out into the cold stillness of night to transform into something unrecongizable. Their apartment was a clunky little thing on the edge of the street, just above the local Chinese restaurant. There’d been a two-bed offered above the Italian place a block away, but Nancy refused to even set foot in the building for reasons unknown. Robin knew better than to push it.
Robin spent full moons transforming alone in the nearby woods. As she’d gotten older, memories as the wolf versus herself were easier to distinguish - the mind of the wolf opened itself up without barriers. She was able to control herself considerably better than she had as a teenager. When she’d first gotten bitten, a week before her fourteenth birthday, Robin was sure she would kill someone. Thankfully, the worst she’d ever done was tear at a tiny field mouse.
The wolf enjoyed the large sprawling fields and excess forests of the Indiana countryside, a plus that had brought Robin to Indiana University in the first place. Both their careers, Nancy as a writer for the Indiana Star and Robin an astronomer, were aptly satisfied out in the wilderness. Neither minded the isolation all that much. Their friends were close by, what else could a person need? So it wasn’t the full moon itself that was the issue.
It was the aftermath. Robin, though she wasn’t sure why, always had the worst reactions to changing back. She’d practically crawl home on the sidewalk some nights, torn to shreds and effectively diseased. It was funny, in an ironic way, that her biggest fear (rabies) was a genuine possibility for her not only in human but in wolf form, perhaps more so. Sometimes it felt as though she’d caught the black plague with the way she’d hack bile from her lungs for the next few days, stuck underneath the covers. Nancy, fortunately, was a great fake nurse. Unlike every other person who’d helped her recover in the past (Steve, her mother, her sister) Nancy had no issue with blood. In fact, she seemed to get some curious enjoyment out of examining Robin’s injuries. For a journalist, she knew an awful lot about the human body. Again: another thing better left unquestioned.
Anyway, the whole thing came down to a perfect storm. Quite literally: Robin had hardly left the house that day for fear of being swept away by the torrent of rain and wind hailing down from outside. The wrath of God had finally struck.
While Robin lounged by the bay window, half reading her dog-eared copy of Dracula and half watching passerby hilariously struggle to keep their umbrellas upright, Nancy worked away on her typewriter over at the kitchen table. She was working on a story she’d been writing for about a week at this point. Every time Robin so much as stepped onto the linoleum, Nancy would yank the page from the typewriter with a vengeance. She was better off left undisturbed. Nancy would chose her own time to step away from her work and snake her arms around Robin’s waist, begging off for a cuddle and perhaps something more.
Today, however, Robin could feel eyes on the side of her face. For the first minute or two, it made her feel all warm and squirmy. Nancy thought her so beautiful that she had to stare. How wonderfully sick was that? But then the eyes stayed for another ten, and then an hour, and then an hour after that. Robin started to feel a bit more like a museum exhibit rather than a person. Or worse - some gross amoeba under a microscope.
“Nance?” Robin asked hesitantly around the two hour mark. She’d been flipping pages in an effort to keep up the lie.
“Hm?” Nancy’s voice was absent. Her eyes were unblinking.
“Did I…do something?” Robin gestured to the general feeling of the vibe between them, which was tense and questioning. Nancy’s eyes snapped up from where they’d been focused on a particular white scar which ran up Robin’s neck to meet her gaze, bashful in a way Robin had never seen her before.
“No!” Nancy was quick to shake her head. “No, sorry. I zoned out, I guess.”
“For two hours?” Robin pressed. If she’d been any other person, and Nancy any other as well, it would’ve been dropped like a hot pan. But Nancy never did anything without purpose or intent. She was desperately curious to be let in on the secret.
Nancy appeared, shockingly, caught.
“Where is that scar from, again?” Nancy asked, nodding to the aforementioned one on Robin’s neck. Robin’s hand absently came up to trace it. She wasn’t sure if that helped or hindered her case.
“A cooking accident when I worked at Marco’s,” Robin replied vacantly. “In the bakery, remember?”
“I thought that’s what happened to your arm,” Nancy corrected, eyebrows furrowed. Robin turned her wrist to examine the one she’d mentioned - a long, jagged white scar that ran from her wrist to her inner forearm. Robin started to realize the caught expression from earlier was a ruse. Damn, her girl was smart. Probably not the best situation to realize how hot that was.
“You can have multiple accidents,” Robin protested. She desperately willed her face to not get overly warm but it was too late. Curse her wolf metabolism. She was always running hot.
“You’re not that clumsy,” Nancy said with a roll of her eyes. Robin steeled her shoulders, preparing to break out the proper gaslighting method. She felt terrible, sure, but - the possibility of losing Nancy, Nancy because of something as silly as Robin’s afterhours activities and overabundance of body hair was well worth any emotional manipulation.
“Why are you interrogating me on my physical deformities?” Nancy rolled her eyes again. Twice in a row, that had to hurt.
“They’re hardly physical deformities,” Nancy replied.
“So you think they’re sexy,” Robin retorted, giving her girlfriend her best shit-eating grin. Nancy stood up from the kitchen table - score - and crossed the living room in five fast strides to reach Robin’s position by the window. Robin prepared herself for a searing kiss as Nancy reached out with both pale hands to grip the sides of her face.
Instead, Nancy gripped Robin’s jaw to peel open her mouth. Her fingertips were chillier than usual - Robin shuttered at the touch, feeling Nancy’s fingertips like soothing ice cubes against her own burning hot skin.
“What’re-” Robin cut herself off sharply when Nancy pressed a searching finger against her front tooth. She tried to follow the line of Nancy’s finger but it disappeared beneath her eyesight, landing somewhere in the darkness below.
“Your front teeth are sharp,” Nancy murmured. “Sharper than most people’s, I think. And so are your nails.”
“I like to keep them long, so I can help somebody open their necklace clasps,” Robin replied indignantly, though the power was lost a bit through her clogged mouth and blotted tongue. “Can you get your ink-stained hands away from my canines?” At the word ‘canine’, Nancy’s eyes came alight with the conclusion she’d no doubt been searching for. Robin’s heart thudded in her chest. Her own eyes were positively brimming with fright.
Obeying her word, Nancy released Robin’s jaw and took a dainty sit beside her. Outside the rain battered the windows. In the dark, flashing lights, Nancy looked positively ghoulish.
“Your canines, huh?” Nancy asked. For some reason, she was smiling. She wore that expression whenever she’d solved a particular difficult riddle or crossword. Robin knew that look. She had it memorized. It made her stomach churning turn from a light high tide into a hurricane.
“When did you figure it out?” Robin replied miserably, because there was nothing else she could do.
“Figure out what?” Nancy asked, all innocent and wonderful.
“That I’m a werewolf.” Nancy’s smile grew wider. Across the pleated cushions they were sprawled on, her hand snaked over to squeeze Robin’s ankle comfortingly. Robin glanced down at that dove of peace with a starry-eyed expression.
“Well - for sure? Now, since you just confirmed it,” Nancy said. Her fingers drew patterns in Robin’s strawberry blond leg hair. “But about a month.”
“A month?” Robin all but croaked.
“You’re a terrible liar!” Nancy laughed. As she opened her mouth and threw her head back, Robin found herself completely and utterly in love with her. As distracted by the twinkling sound as she was, Robin squinted to see that - huh. For all her critique over Robin’s sharp teeth, Nancy’s front two teeth were strangely sharp as well. She supposed she should’ve noticed that by now, except. The only other time she'd be focusing on Nancy’s teeth, she hardly stopped to consider why instead of hell yeah she’s biting my neck.
“So - you’re not hiding silver behind your back, right?” Robin asked hesitantly. Nancy returned to a relatively normal state, though she still looked on the verge of another giggle fit as she smiled up at Robin again. She was clearly very proud of herself for having figured it out.
“Why would I be?” Nancy asked.
“Because I’m a werewolf,” Robin said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“That doesn’t make me any less crazy-in-love with you,” Nancy replied shortly. Robin didn’t think she’d ever been more gone for Nancy Wheeler than in that specific moment. She squeezed Robin’s ankle again. “Just proves I’m smart.”
“You didn’t have to prove that,” Robin promised softly and, hesitantly leaning over their collided legs, sealed the deal with a kiss. Nancy let her. Her fingers skated up to brush down the hairs that stuck out in between Robin’s eyebrows.
“So that’s why you’ve got a bit of a unibrow,” Nancy murmured against Robin’s lips teasingly.
“We don’t all look like the Wolfman,” Robin protested halfheartedly, already distracted by the feeling of Nancy’s fingers along her jawline. She kissed her again, and again, if only to shut up Nancy and her sarcastic remarks.
“Are you gonna start hanging around on full moons now?” Nancy asked.
“If you want me to,” Robin replied with a little self-conscious shrug. “If I’m an eight, the wolf’s a two.”
“You’re a ten,” Nancy corrected. “So that bumps the wolf to a four, at least.”
“I’m sure you don’t want me ripping the apartment to shreds,” Robin tried to convince her. It was hard to dissuade Nancy from anything, especially when the thing had to do with Robin and/or Nancy’s moral outlook on life.
“We need to redecorate anyway,” Nancy said, lips quirked at the edges. Robin raised a careful eyebrow, settling her hands on Nancy’s thighs. She yanked her in without warning. Nancy let out a little shriek at the sudden movement, helpless underneath Robin’s tight fingers.
“You think it’s sexy, don’t you?” Robin asked, half in awe and half in amusement. Nancy buried her head in Robin’s shoulder. That was enough of a reply for her. “You do. You think me turning into a beast every month is hot. And what does that say about you, Ms. Wheeler?”
“It says I love my stupid girlfriend,” Nancy muttered. She playfully bit at Robin’s neck. Robin felt her teeth graze against her skin comfortably, though now that she had seen them it was easy to identify the two much longer, sharper ones at the front. They dug down a little deeper. Not enough to draw blood, not at all. But they could. If Nancy wanted to. Robin didn’t voice her concerns aloud. She furrowed her eyes down at her girlfriend - perhaps she wasn’t the only one with something to hide.
“What do you want for dinner tonight?”
No response. Robin ducked her head around the hallway, careful to keep the phone receiver covered as she did. Their bedroom door was open - Nancy should hear her, even through the beating warmth of the shower.
“Nance? Dinner?”
“I dunno, just let Steve pick!”
“She says to let you pick,” Robin relayed. On the other end, Steve hummed happily.
“I’m feeling Italian tonight,” Steve said. Robin gnashed her teeth together, glancing back over towards their open bedroom door with a growing sense of guilt.
“Nancy hates Italian,” She said. “No can do.”
“She said I could pick! I didn’t know there’d be requirements!”
“She doesn’t do anything with garlic, Stevie, I thought you knew that,” Robin sighed. “You dated for a year, in case you don’t remember.”
“Believe me, I do.”
“Don’t be bitter!” She laughed.
“I want pasta. I want spaghetti,” Steve all but groaned, clearly feeling very sorry for himself. Robin didn’t have much sympathy. The no-garlic ask was hardly a hill to die on. Even if it was a little strange - often at restaurants Nancy would ask the waiter to have her food cooked separately. She refused to call it an allergy, but Robin was sure she must have some adverse reaction to it other than simply disliking it. There would be no other reason for her to hate it as much as she did if not. Pickiness was not in Nancy’s nature. It was very out of character for her.
“Let’s do Thai,” Robin attempted to placate.
“I can cook at your place, how about that?”
“I’m not sure I trust your cooking.”
“You’re a bitch, you know that?”
“Nance-” Robin moved away from the receiver again. The showerhead switched off for the first time in what seemed like an hour. Nancy often took very long, hot showers. Something to do with how chilly she got, especially in a hazy fall like this. “Steve’s offering to cook. That good with you?”
“We’re going to starve tonight,” Nancy groaned, muffled by the distance. Robin laughed. She was sure Steve could hear that on the other end but she didn’t mind the idea of that all that much.
“So I could for you?”
“Thank you, my little housewife,” Robin agreed. “See you at eight.”
“I’m poisoning yours. See you!”
By the time Steve and Eddie got over there, managed to wrangle off their coats, and were situated to effectively destroy the joint Buckley-Wheeler kitchen, Nancy was practically in a coughing fit.
Robin wasn’t sure what had happened in between the ten or so minutes prior to their arrival, but Nancy had suddenly come down with a fierce cold. She was bundled up on the couch sniffling suspiciously, turning her head every so often into the kitchen with a judgemental glare. Why, Robin had no idea. Maybe Nancy could tell which one of the boys had given her their cold - she was decidedly smart enough to know.
“You want medicine?” Robin offered as she passed Nancy a piping cup of tea, quick to cover up Nancy’s bare feet with an extra blanket. Under the mounds of fabric, she looked so unassuming. Fairy-like. Robin couldn’t help herself in pressing a soft kiss to Nancy’s vacant forehead.
“I want them out of my kitchen,” Nancy growled. Robin was a little taken back by the furiousness in her tone, how bitten her words could be. Nancy was hardly angry. Annoyed, yes. Constantly. But angry? Not her style.
“What’d they do?” Robin asked, shooting for casual. Nancy’s answering glare shit on that immediately.
“Can’t you smell it?” Nancy hissed. “The traitors.” Robin furrowed her eyebrows and glanced back over at the kitchen, unable to stop herself from smiling a bit at the sight of Eddie jokingly poking at Steve with a kitchen knife he’d been using to cut up tomatoes.
“Now, honey, I know you don’t like having men in the apartment,” Robin began as she smoothed out some loose curls on Nancy’s head with a careful hand. “But these are friends. Friends.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Nancy said, and for a moment Robin thought she might bite her hand off. “I fell for you because I thought you were smart. Go into the kitchen and then come back out here and we’ll see if you can bare telling me you don’t smell it after.” The nondescript ‘it’ was too much to pass up.
“That’s why you fell for me?” Robin mock-gasped. She was quick to retract her hand and hold it up placatingly as Nancy’s glare turned brighter still, if that were even possible. “Alright. I’m going.”
Robin tapped her fingers against the kitchen counter in a strange form of knocking, not quite stepping into their space. Eddie looked up from where he was now mashing up onions, shooting a breezy grin at her.
“What’s up?” He asked. At his voice, Steve’s head snapped up like a dog. He was stirring pasta absently in a pot that threatened to bubble over. Pasta. As if on cue, a very familiar scent wafted past Robin’s nose.
“Are you using garlic?” She asked incredulously. Steve looked very sheepish.
“It’s in one of those precut little tubes,” He protested. “I didn’t think it was enough to bother her.”
“Bother her?” Robin parroted, high-pitched and wide-eyed. She gestured helplessly over to the sprawled Nancy, who’s form was slowly disappearing underneath more and more blanket every second that past. “Clearly she’s bothered.”
“That’s from the garlic?” Steve asked, face now paled with worry. “Oh my god. Oh my god! Rob, I am so fucking sorry.”
“You’re an idiot, it’s in your genes,” Robin sighed, slapping a hand against his back. “Just get it out of here, alright?”
“I didn’t know garlic could make a person sick like that,” Eddie hummed thoughtfully. He was already picking up and tucking the garlic away into a protective trash bag, headed over for the front door so that he could trash it in the hallway instead of the apartment itself. “Unless…”
“Unless what?” Robin asked. He shrugged, sparing one glance at Nancy. She sniffled dramatically and blew a big one into a tissue.
“Unless she’s a vampire.” He wiggled his fingers for emphasis and cackled as he disappeared out the front door. Vaguely, Robin could hear Steve laughing behind her. But she paid no mind. Holy shit.
“Holy shit,” Robin said aloud.
“What?” Steve asked, but she was already out of the kitchen and bounding over to Nancy - a very similar way to that fateful day they’d reversed places and Nancy had ran over to Robin.
“Nance,” Robin said breathlessly. Nancy turned to look at her. Her doe eyes were the only feature visible amongst the blankets.
“Did you smell it?” Nancy asked.
“I’m an idiot,” Robin admitted. “Why did I not put it together before?” Nancy blinked, not understanding.
“You’re not an idiot,” She chided. “I’m sorry. I was being rude before.”
“You work the graveyard shift,” Robin began listing off on her fingers, “your teeth are sharp. You have this - this obsession with blood. You get sick from garlic. You hardly spend any time in the bathroom, even though it’s got that great mirror you could do your hair in. Your skin is cold.”
“Yes?” Nancy asked. She still didn’t understand.
“You’re a vampire,” Robin hissed, careful to keep her voice down in the presence of their unknowing company. Eddie had returned from his trip to the trash, now blessedly garlic-free and back to slicing up veggies.
“Dinner’s almost ready!” Steve called out. Nancy blinked owlishly.
“Yeah,” She said.
“Yes-what?” Robin cut herself off from another tangent, shaking her head much like a wet dog. “What do you mean, ‘yeah’?”
“I mean yes, I’m a vampire,” Nancy spoke as if she were talking about the weather. “Wait - you’re telling me you didn’t know?”
“No, I didn’t know!” Nancy’s jaw opened comically, and if Robin hadn’t been so utterly stunned she probably would’ve laughed.
“Are you kidding?” Nancy asked. Robin shook her head. She realized she must’ve said or done something right, because Nancy was cupping her face with her hands and pulling her in. She let all questions drip off her tongue and into Nancy’s mouth. She felt the tug of her teeth - fangs, she supposed - on her bottom lip. Robin happily reciprocated, tugging her into her chest. The blankets scattered to the floor.
“Hey! We’re still here!” Eddie shouted goodnaturedly from the kitchen. He and Steve burst into raucous laughter as Nancy and Robin spilt apart, dazed and confused. Robin felt the pull of Nancy’s hand on her chin to return her eyes back to her face instead of Steve’s quick-reddening cheeks. She grinned toothily. Robin wasn’t quite sure she’d ever seen Nancy do that before.
“Does this mean you can turn into a bat when I’m a wolf?” Robin asked, not altogether there. Nancy laughed and shook her head in disbelief.
“What would that do for us?” Nancy asked, scooching over so that Robin could curl herself up against her girlfriend underneath the covers.
“You could pick me up and we could fly together,” Robin offered. A wave of sleep hit her like nothing else before. Perhaps it was the upcoming moon. Perhaps it was Nancy’s constant intoxicating smell - earthy and deep. Immortal, she supposed.
“Like a bat could carry a wolf,” Nancy said, so clearly fond it was hard to see the annoyance in her tone.
“Who’s to say no?” Robin mumbled, but her eyes were already closing and Nancy’s hand in her hair just felt so nice. She liked to be pet. She supposed it was the wolf in her.
“Who’s a good boy,” Nancy murmured.
“Alright, that’s enough.” Nancy’s responding laugh promised anything but.
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Hello!! Tysm for the ask anon!! <33
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Also a special shout-out to @ao3feed-ronance for doing the lord’s work and helping filter out the St*ddie centric works that are clogging the Ronance tag. A true hero. 🫡
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Young, Scrappy, & Hungry
✨ Ronance Political Rivals AU ✨
Modern AU || Explicit || WIP || Read on AO3
Chapter 3: Bite Me.
“I’m just trying to chat with you, is that so hard to believe?”
“Yes,” Nancy turns in her chair, quick and abrupt, Robin jumps a bit at the sudden change in Nancy’s position.
“Stop talking to me like a person who believes you’re charming and just tell me what the hell it is you want!” Nancy snaps, looking her directly in the eyes and refusing to be the first one to look away this time.
This is her office, she’s at her desk. She needs something from Nancy, and she won’t cower to her anymore. At least, not in this case.
Robin doesn’t say anything, just stares back. Eyes shifting from smug to something else, something Nancy’s only seen one other time.
“You’re not the only one who’s sweating this primary, Wheeler.”
Nancy looks at Robin, realizing this is the first time during this entire interaction that she’s really looking at her. Eyes are a little bloodshot, her hair is a little frizzier than normal. That smug look plastered on top of dark circles and an overall sense of exhaustion.
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Ever just have like an amazing fic idea but don’t have the motivation or time to write it yourself so you start frantically searching for an existing fic that has the same plot as what you were envisioning but can’t find one so you have to resort to playing out little scenarios in your head but ultimately its just not the same? Just me? Okay..💔
#stop like I actually hate this sm#sobbing#boreo#byler#Boyf-riends#ronance#lumax#jenry#byclair#off topic but if you have any good fic recs pls lmk#Please I actually need to get back into writing fics</3
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🌻august bookshelf🌻
july recs | recs tag
I really enjoyed putting together a little fic rec list at the end of last month and decided to do it again!
🌻driving in your car by @kkpwnall - when I say the ultimate pining Steddie fic I MEAN IT. the use of the car as this sort of central, grounding force within Steve's world and the way the testing of his tether to Hawkins and the people in it plays out here is stunning, not to mention the HANDS and the ronance going on stage left and the complete and utter tenderness lying just beneath the surface. perfection I am swallowing it whole
🌻clueless by @gothbat99 - such a lovely short & sweet slice of life in the summer after they win the war, it feels SO important in its simplicity that Nancy and Robin are getting to behave like young people, all free and hopeful and discovering how to want/ be wanted. made my heart so big and warm in only 1k words like THAT !!! is so impressive, so worth your time, will make your day better guaranteed
🌻Faces Freedom with a Little Fear by @fragilecapric0rnn - literally Steve family-centric character study of all time, come swoon over big sister JJ Harrington and watch as her presence in his life creates a fullness and richness of growth and self-realization LIKE. I could bask in this world for the rest of forever and never get tired of its sincerity and depth and siblingisms, what a heart-squeezing delight from start to finish
🌻haunted hawkins by @hellsfireclub - starts with the brilliant premise of "what if it's not just Hawkins?" and RUNS with it, giving not just beautiful ruminations on both Nancy and Robin as they start a journey towards figuring out just how far the paranormal spreads and also a journey towards mutual self discovery and (: lesbianism (: READ THIS FIC.
🌻then I see you, you're walking 'cross the campus by stellarpoint (@heybluechild) - a lovely little peek at Steve and Nancy's friendship coming back together after they've come into their own a little bit and Nancy being so, so brave in coming out to him. truly this made my heart so big and full and warm i am carrying them gently in the palms of my hands
🌻this must be the place by @judasofsuburbia - JARGYLE CAMPING. the tenderness of this, the peace offered to Jonathan when he hasn't ever really known such a thing, the way they just sort of slot together and find and choose and become each other?? it's got me all soft in the heart and THAT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. illegal actually. I'm weak in the knees :((
🌻Young, Scrappy, & Hungry by @fragilecapric0rnn - politics ronance rivals to lovers WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?? perfect dynamics already and I can't wait to see where these girls go. the characterizations of them is so REAL despite the very different world of Washington they've been dropped into and my lesbian, TWW-loving ass is feeling soooo normal about them SO normal don't worry about it
🌻The Warmth Pulls by TheDeathsWish - I'm not fully caught up on this one yet, but it is genuinely one of the most unique AUs I've come across so I have to mention it here. It's still 1986 and it's still Hawkins, but the sci-fi overlay is switched out for more purely fantasy elements, including some very cool and beautifully revealed eccentricities and abilities of the characters. Steddie but also so hugely dependent on the ensemble of it all, which you know I eat up, I'm excited to keep working my way through this one!
P.S. if you read and enjoy any of these, please remember to tip your writers in kudos and comments!💛
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