#probably should have had more ronance

[lonesome-witching]

D&D Night

@allnewtpir gave me another prompt and this might have just been the hardest for me to write. I do apologize to anyone who actually knows D&D because my knowledge was limited to some internet pages and whatever they showed in Stranger Things but hey, I tried my best. Sorry for any typos in this one because I'm typing with a new keyboard I'm not used to. Also I do promise it has ronance elements in it.

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“Miss Wheeler.” Eddie leaned forward in his chair.

“Yes?” Nancy responded, not looking up from her plate.

“A little birdie told me you used to DM for the kids.”

That caught her attention, her head snapping up. There was a smirk on Eddie’s face as he pushed his fork into his pancakes.

“You used to play D&D?” Robin asked, her smile audible in her question.

“I— Who— Mike! I’m gonna kill him.” Nancy was already getting up from her seat as if her brother might already be on the run.

Robin quickly grabbed Nancy’s wrist, pulling her back down, as Eddie held up his hand.

“The boy told it only to defend your honor, Miss Wheeler.”

Nancy cocked her eyebrows. “How so?”

“I may have suggested you wouldn’t dare be caught dead at a D&D night and well, your brother said you used to play, that you even DM’ed for them. Although I’m still having trouble imagining it, no offense, of course.”

“She’s full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin quipped in with that bright smile that Nancy came to know and love. There was almost something magical about the way Robin smiled when she talked about Nancy.

“Yes, she is,” Eddie agreed, that smirk still in place.

“So, what is this? Your way of inviting me to your next game?”

“Not exactly… I was thinking more like, uhm, maybe you could DM again. Just for old times sake.”

“What? No.”

“I knew you wouldn’t dare,” Eddie laughed, falling back in his chair.

“You know what, fine. I’ll DM.” Nancy stabbed her pancakes viciously.

She had to admit she felt somewhat embarrassed as she pulled on the hellfire club. Eddie had made her an honorary member on the spot and it felt wrong. The only comfort she found was in Robin’s eyes as they took her in.

“How do I look?” Nancy asked, twirling around as if she was showing off a new dress.

“You look incredible.”

Nancy chuckled softly. She was still at awe of how her girlfriend could make her feel at peace. Like she wasn’t about to embarrass herself entirely in front of her brother and his friends. At least Robin would be sitting there and rooting for her. The girl had even come up with her own character. Anjelica Longshot, a level 1 cleric. Because Robin was set on playing if Nancy was going to DM.

A heavy knock disturbed the pleasant quiet in Nancy’s room. “Are you coming?” Mike yelled from the other side.

Nancy exhaled slowly. “Time to shine.”

“Hey, just remember it’s just a bunch of kids that you’ve known since they were in diapers. If any of them make fun of you, you just bring up their most embarrassing stories. And I’ll be there the entire time.” Robin stood up and put her arms around Nancy’s waist.

Nancy quickly leaned in to peck Robin’s lips. “Let’s go.”

They walked down the stairs in silence, holding hands, only to come face to face with a hoard of teenagers slamming the tabletop of Karen Wheeler’s dinner table, which was overcrowded with mismatched chairs from the basement. Eddie sat at one end, Mike and Dustin on either side of him, followed by Will and Lucas, respectively. Max had decided to join in, probably to watch the train wreck that was about to go down and across from her El was sitting waiting expectantly with her hands clasped around the table. Steve had dragged the chair next to El at a distance from the table and sat reading a magazine. He had refused to play, despite how often Robin had asked him over the past week. Robin squeezed Nancy’s hand one last time before letting go and walking to the seat next to Max. That only left the seat across from Eddie, at the other end of the table.

Nancy sat down, her paperwork falling to the table. “Max?” It was easier to direct herself toward one person at the table. “Did you prepare a character for tonight?”

“Lucas made me one, is that alright?”

Nancy nodded. “Of course. What about you, El? Do you have a character?”

El nodded excitedly.

“Great.”

“Oh, before I forget, Wheeler. You got lucky. Erica sends her regards, she had a sleepover she really couldn’t miss,” Eddie said. Nancy began to wonder what she had ever done to him to deserve this humiliation.

“Good, thank you for letting me know, Munson.” Nancy sported that tightlipped smile she couldn’t keep off her face when she was annoyed. “Should we start with some introductions?”

“I’ll start,” Robin chimed in, explaining the details of her character as she had scribbled them on the page in front of her. They went around the table. Max stayed brief while Mike and Dustin rambled about their own creations.

It was only after El had finished her speech that Nancy spoke up again. “So, are we ready to start this adventure?”

“More than ready,” Eddie replied.

“Our story begins in the city of Aranna, a once bright metropolis of life. When the sun was shining the people would be crowding the streets and market squares, when the night fell it was the brightest city you’d ever see. Lights would pop up everywhere making it stand out all the more against the dark desert nights that surrounded it. But as you enter the city there are no lights to welcome you, no sound to make you feel safe, no people to ask for directions. You reach The Nightfall, a tavern at the edge of the city and enter. But inside there is no one. All you notice are empty seats and tables in front of a bar. Behind the bar there is a small wooden door.”

They had been playing for nearly three hours. Each of the characters had met their troubles and won their fights. The teenagers around the table grew more and more excited at every new monster that Nancy threw their way. Even Eddie who had been pouting at first was drawn into the story, despite Nancy making it hardest for him specifically.

“You step onto the city square. The buildings surrounding it are covered in black dust. Yet you don’t see anything. No monsters await you. Or so you think.”

“Oh shit,” Dustin yelled. He had trouble sitting still.

Robin appeared to be just as energetic as she stared at her girlfriend with a bright smile. Perhaps there was a hint of pride hidden beneath it.

“A dragon screeches as he flies down, landing in front of your party.”

“Can I ask his name?” Robin interrupted quickly.

Nancy frowned with a smile on her face. A soft giggle escaped as she hid her face behind her hands. “Yes, you can?” she replied in a half question, “Roll for charisma.”

Robin pumped her fist in the air before throwing the dice even if Mike was already complaining.

“Why the hell would the dragon’s name be important?” he muttered under his breath.

The dice fell on the table and turned a few times before landing on the number 17. Robin once again celebrated, and Nancy couldn’t help but laugh. Robin had been doing similar things all game long to set Nancy at ease and it really worked.

“Anjelica takes a step forward and politely asks for the dragon’s name,” Nancy started, “The dragon huffs loudly. I am the great Loranau and these are my lands.” Nancy shifted her voice into something slightly deeper and definitely odd for the dragon’s voice.

“Foxine, what do you do?” Nancy asked, turning toward Max who groaned every time her character’s name was used.

“Can I attack the dragon?” Max asked in return.

“You do know you only have a strength of 6, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m aware.”

“Alright then.”

Max threw the dice and only received a 3 in return. After Max’s failed attack, Lucas and Dustin followed her example. Eddie’s character was the first to perish in his own attack. Mike and Will both did some damage. El threw a 16 and damaged the dragon heavily.

“Anjelica, how do you proceed?”

“Can I ask why the dragon is here?”

Mike groaned. “Robin, do you even know how to play this game?”

“Go ahead,” Nancy replied, talking over her brother.

Robin threw a 14 and celebrated accordingly.

“The knights of this city have stolen my younglings.”

Despite this new reveal, the rest of the party continued their vicious attacks. Max lost her characters in battle.

“I will retrieve the eggs from the city hall and give them to Loranau,” Robin said quickly.

Nancy motioned for the dice. Robin once again threw a high number and proceeded in her action.

“Loranau thanks you,” Nancy said before continuing in her dragon voice, “If I can repay you, dear girl, you must only call my name.”

“Wait, did I just become friends with the dragon? I totally just became friends with the dragon.”

“Kids, it’s getting late. You can continue your game tomorrow,” Karen shouted from the top of the stairs.

“To be continued,” Nancy whispered ominously.

 “Wait, the dragon wasn’t the end?” Dustin asked, excitedly.

“Not everyone you meet is an enemy,” Nancy replied, cleaning up her stuff.

“You killed me and it’s not even the end?” Eddie exclaimed.

“You don’t know what’s still going happen, assuming you guys want to know the rest of the story.”

“Yes!” Will and El responded.

“Then I’ll see you guys next week.”

Robin got up from her spot and leaned over Nancy. “You were absolutely amazing, Nance.”

Nancy bit on her bottom lip to hide her smile.

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sink your teeth before i disappear explicit | 4k | steddie | 18+ only

steddie, pre-relationship, established ronance, panic attacks, flashbacks, virgin!eddie, sharing a bed, cuddling & snuggling, interrupted masturbation, mutual masturbation, hand jobs, biting, marking

“I’ve never really slept with anyone before,” Eddie admits quietly, not sure if Steve is even still awake. Steve turns around awkwardly, trying to keep Eddie’s arm wrapped around his waist as he rolls over to face him. “Like… sex, or just actually sleeping next to someone?” OR Sharing a room leads to sharing a bed leads to sharing... more

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WEDNESDAY

“So they would rather you sleep in a bed with Nancy? ” Steve asks in disbelief as he stacks the returns. 

Robin rolls her eyes at him. “Duh. They don’t know I’m of the, uh, lavender persuasion,” she reminds him, lowering her voice with a quick scan of the store.

It’s fairly quiet, especially for a rainy Wednesday during summer break. Just a couple of teens milling about through the stacks, trying to decide on a movie. 

“And I’m pretty sure they still think I’m secretly dating you… though they have finally learned to stop asking.”

Robin’s parents had managed to secure a modest cabin by the lake for the long weekend. Steve could never quite get it straight – Robin’s mom’s brother’s wife… or was it her cousin’s husband? Nevertheless, someone who was somehow related to Robin had a cabin they weren’t using, and rather than leave it sitting empty, they had invited her parents to use it. Robin had agreed to go if she could bring a friend or two… which quickly turned into three, because she just couldn’t take Nancy and Steve and leave Eddie all alone for the weekend. And they were all thick as thieves after what happened during spring break. 

“Anyway, I thought you’d be happy to be sharing with Eddie,” Robin says, tossing Steve a meaningful look. God, he regrets telling her about his ill-advised crush.

Come Thursday evening, they pack into two cars and drive up to Lake Michigan, looking forward to spending their days swimming and their nights around the fire. 

– – –

THURSDAY

The cabin isn’t anything fancy – a simple wooden structure tucked between the trees – but it’s right on the lake, has its own small dock hosting a tiny row boat that looks like three passengers would probably capsize it. 

Robin shows them around the cabin, pointing out her and Nancy’s room, her parents’ room, and finally, tucked back in the corner behind the kitchen, Steve and Eddie’s room. 

Their room is the only one with separate twin beds. Steve isn’t sure if he’s relieved or disappointed. 

Everyone leaves to get settled in their own rooms, and Steve stands there with his old sports bag in hand, shifting from one foot to the other. 

“So, uh, which bed do you want?” he asks. 

Eddie throws himself down on top of the bed furthest from the door, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead. “This one – you can protect me from any evil entities of the night.”

“Unless they come in through the window,” Steve points out, setting his things down on the bed nearest the door. 

“Well, shit,” Eddie groans, eyes darting between the window and Steve. “Don’t fucking say that!” 

Steve laughs and throws himself onto his own bed, propping himself up on one elbow. 

“So, Harrington, do you snore? Tell me now, so I can prepare myself," Eddie says.

“Nah, but I do sleep in the nude.” 

Eddie’s smile falters and Steve can’t help but smirk. He doesn’t offer up any more information, letting Eddie dwell on whether or not he was joking. 

“I, uh, I sleepwalk, sometimes,” Eddie tells him, and then falls silent, dropping back onto the bed and staring at the ceiling like he might find a script there. 

“Should make for an interesting night,” Steve says, trying not to laugh when Eddie’s eyes flick over to him before going back to the ceiling. “C’mon, let’s go see if they need help with dinner,” Steve says, pushing himself off the mattress and holding out a hand to help Eddie up. 

It’s still raining after dinner, so they sit around the little fireplace, playing board games and listening to music until it’s time to turn in for the night. 

Steve stands next to his bed for a moment, looking down at the pajamas he’d packed. He glances up, but Eddie’s busying himself with removing his rings one by one and setting them down on the nightstand. 

Steve strips out of his shorts and t-shirt, hesitating at the edge of his boxers, wondering if it’s worth it for the bit. Eddie’s back is to him. He makes his decision, leaving them on and climbing into bed, arranging the covers to hide his boxers but show as much skin as possible elsewhere. 

Just to mess with him. 

When Eddie turns back, he lets out something between a yelp and a squeak.

Steve pulls back the blanket with a flourish, watching Eddie’s eyes go wide and then narrow when he realizes what’s underneath. 

“You dick.”

“I mean, I usually would sleep naked, but I thought I’d be modest for the sake of my temporary roommate,” Steve says, raising an eyebrow. 

Eddie climbs into his own bed, burrowing under the blankets. “Well, don’t change your habits on my account.” 

Steve chuckles and turns off his bedside lamp. “I’ll keep that in mind. ‘Night, Eds.” 

“Night.”

– – –

FRIDAY

Luckily, the rain has cleared up by Friday morning, the sun peaking out from behind the clouds and warming their skin. 

After breakfast, they don their swimsuits and head out to the edge of the lake. Nancy and Robin drag out a deck chair and curl up side-by-side, while Steve walks out onto the dock, turning around just before he reaches the end. 

“You coming for a swim?” he calls to Eddie, arms spread wide and displaying the expanse of his chest. 

Eddie plops himself down on a towel next to Nancy and Robin. “Are you kidding? The water’s freezing.”  

“Whatever, you big chicken!” And with that, he turns around and dives, cutting through the surface of the calm water. 

Eddie sits back and watches the gleam of Steve’s back as he slices through the water with ease, years of swimming making him more graceful in water than on land. It’s mesmerizing. 

“You might wanna pick your jaw up off the ground,” Robin quips, looking at him over the frame of her sunglasses. “Once you’re done ogling, I mean.”

Eddie huffs, shaking his head. “What? No! I’m not – Steve’s just–”

Nancy leans around Robin to fix him with a dubious look. “Oh please, don’t even deny it.”

“This is bullying. You’re bullying me,” Eddie accuses, crossing his arms over his chest. “Two against one isn’t a fair fight.” 

He doesn’t hear what Nancy says next, because there’s a disturbance out in the water. Steve has stopped swimming smoothly and seems to be thrashing, struggling against something they can’t see, trying to get back to shore.

Eddie’s throat closes up with panic. 

He jumps to his feet, shouts out and points, and Robin and Nancy are on his heels as they run out to the end of the dock. 

Just like that fateful night on Lover’s Lake, Nancy doesn’t hesitate. She jumps in and swims towards Steve, methodically, uniform strokes spurring her forward. She reaches him quickly and pulls him the rest of the way to the shore.

He’s sputtering and shaking, on all fours as he reaches the grassy edge of the lake, and Robin’s right there beside him, wrapping him in a towel, pushing his hair back out of his eyes, speaking to him in soft, calm, hushed tones. 

Eddie stands to the side, heart racing, chest tight. He feels useless, a spare part, unsure whether to come closer or give them space. All he can do is watch helplessly, a cruel parallel of when Steve was pulled through Watergate. Flight or freeze, never fight. 

Coward. 

Robin is placing Steve’s hands flat on the earth, helping him ground himself, still babbling away about where he is and what is going on around him. Eddie is in awe of how she always knows what Steve needs in these moments. 

“The vines… grabbed me,” Steve mumbles, breathing fast and shallow. Robin drapes herself against his back, contrasting with deep and slow breaths, pressing a hand to his chest. 

“Steve, we’re at Lake Michigan. No gate here, we’re not even in Hawkins,” Robin reminds him again, patience of a saint. “We’re safe, we’re safe, I promise you, we’re safe. It was just a plant.” 

“Nancy –”

“– pulled you out of the water, she’s right here,” Robin says, pointing her out. 

“And Eddie –”

“– is also right here, he’s fine. You’re fine. We’re all fine.” Robin turns to Nancy and Eddie. “Can you help me get him up? I’ll take him inside, give him something warm and something sugary, it should help with the shakiness. And then he’ll probably need to sleep for a while when he comes down from this.”

Eddie swoops in to support one side of Steve and the three of them hoist him to his feet, leaving the lake behind them. 

Steve’s voice drifts through the darkness later that night. “Hey, Eds, you awake?” 

“Yeah.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Me neither.”

There’s silence for a while, not awkward, but comfortable. Until Steve breaks it. 

“Can I… would it be alright if I laid in your bed for a bit?” 

Eddie nods before he realizes Steve can’t see him. “Yeah, of course.”

There’s a rustle, footsteps, and then the mattress next to him dips as Steve slides under the blankets. Heat radiates off his chest.

It’s a small bed, so they don’t have much choice for positions. Eddie ends up curled around Steve’s back, an arm thrown around his waist to stop himself from rolling off the edge. 

“This is nice,” Steve whispers, wrapping his fingers around Eddie’s wrist and pulling him tighter around him. Steve takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before speaking again. “Is it weird if I say I was kind of hoping we’d have to share a bed this weekend? I just… I hate sleeping alone.” 

Eddie chews on his bottom lip for a moment. “Don’t you usually sleep alone?”

“Yeah.” 

Steve doesn’t expand on his answer, doesn’t offer anything more. They lie there pressed together, letting their breath synchronize. 

“I’ve never really slept with anyone before,” Eddie admits quietly, not sure if Steve is even still awake. 

Steve turns around awkwardly, trying to keep Eddie’s arm wrapped around his waist as he rolls over to face him. “Like… sex, or just actually sleeping next to someone?” 

Both, but he feels a bit stupid admitting the first one to Steve Harrington, renowned lady’s man. He’s heard enough rumors to know the guy gets around. And, well, Eddie isn’t exactly spoiled for choice in Hawkins, Indiana. 

“I mean, I've had sleepovers and shit, slept next to people but… never, I dunno, cuddled?” The last part comes out as a question, like he isn’t sure if that is actually what they’re doing. 

Steve moves closer then, right up in Eddie’s face, tucking his own arm around Eddie’s waist. “And do you like it? Cuddling?”

Eddie’s not sure if it’s embarrassment or the body heat coming from Steve that makes his face feel so warm. “I, uh, I think so.”

“Well, maybe you need a bit more experience to make sure,” Steve says, mischief in his voice. And with that, he rolls onto his back, pulling Eddie with him so he face-plants right onto Steve’s bare chest. Two solid arms come up to wrap around him, one landing between his shoulder blades and the other settling in the dip of his lower back. Steve buries his face in Eddie’s curls and hums. 

Eddie shuffles a bit, turning his head to un-squish his nose from Steve’s pec. The hand between his shoulder blades moves up to card through his hair, fingertips pressing deliciously into his scalp and sending tingles all the way down to his toes. 

Eddie’s head is spinning, overwhelmed by the smell and feel and sound of Steve all around him. He yearns for all of this to mean something, but he’s seen Steve with Robin – how close they get, how easy it is for Steve to throw an arm around her and pull her in for a hug, press a kiss to the top of her head or tip of her nose, how they cuddle up on the couch when they watch a movie. And they make sure everyone knows that it’s strictly platonic. So why would this be anything different? 

He can enjoy it for tonight, though, so he burrows back down into the hair on Steve’s chest, tracing the line of muscle underneath with his finger. He feels Steve shiver and shift, run his hand back down Eddie’s neck and trace over each vertebrae of his spine through his thin t-shirt, getting slower and slower until his hand slips from Eddie’s back completely, coming to rest on the mattress behind him as his chest rises and falls, even and slow, dozing off.

Eddie presses soft, barely-there kisses to the skin beneath his lips for what feels like hours until his eyes droop and he, too, drifts into sleep. 

When he wakes, Steve is gone and he can hear the shower on. He grabs the pillow that still smells like Steve and buries his face in it, pretending it’s only to help ease the crick in his neck.

– – –

SATURDAY

“I don’t know what else to do, Robin!” Steve whines, exasperated. “If I get any more forward with my flirting, I’ll just be straight up asking him to blow me.”

Robin wrinkles her nose at him before going back to applying sunscreen to her legs. “Why don’t you just ask him out, like a normal person?” 

“I don’t know how to do that with guys, Robs, much less one who’s my friend!” 

It’s true, he knows how to hit on girls he barely knows, asks the odd guy in a gay bar to go out back with him. But Eddie? It’s different.

“Why are you being so difficult? Go inside right now and say, ‘Eddie Munson, would you like to go on a date with me?’ That’s it!” Robin hisses. 

Steve flops down onto the wooden dock, squinting up at the sun. “This coming from the girl who took three months to ask out Nancy Wheeler.”

Another voice drifts over, drawing nearer. “Yeah, but at least she actually fucking did it.” Steve turns his head to the side and shields his eyes, watching Nancy sit down next to Robin and dangle her toes into the water. “Steve Harrington, stop being a big baby and just go ask him.”

He sticks his tongue out at the both of them and reaches down, cupping some water in his hand before flinging it towards the girls, spraying them with the cold water of the lake. 

- - -

At first, Eddie can’t figure out what woke him. He takes stock of his body - he doesn’t need a piss, he’s not too hot or cold, he doesn’t think he had a nightmare. So he turns his attention to the room, and that’s when he hears it. 

It’s too familiar of a noise for him not to figure it out immediately, especially when paired with heavy breaths coming from the other side of the room. 

Oh. 

He cracks open an eye, and the room’s washed in cool, dim light from the moon outside the window. He can just make out the outline of Steve, lying on his back, hand moving rhythmically under the covers. His head’s dropped back, mouth open slightly, neck stretched out like it’s begging to be bitten. 

Eddie feels arousal rush through him and he squeezes his eyes shut again, trying not to move or draw attention to himself. He doesn’t want to make this any weirder than it already is. 

But he can’t stop himself from hearing it.

There’s a sharp inhale, followed by a string of little ‘ah-ah-ah’ sounds, and then – 

Eddie must be dreaming, or hallucinating, or maybe he died in the Upside Down and this is his eternal torture, because he swears it, there’s no mistaking it – a long groan followed by “Eddie.”

He can’t help but peek over, sees Steve grab a handful of tissues from his nightstand and clean himself up, tuck himself back into his boxers and roll over, facing the opposite wall. 

Eddie’s ears are burning, his mind on a loop, playing those sounds and Eddie, Eddie, Eddie over and over again. 

He wants to scream, wants to sing, wants to go jump in the lake, wants to run back to Hakwins, wants to climb into Steve’s bed and grind against him. Shit, there’s a thought. 

He adjusts his pajamas, hoping Steve doesn’t hear the creaky springs. He wills himself to calm down, but his dick has other ideas, aching for relief. 

Eddie glances over at Steve’s bed again. He’s quiet now, breathing slow and probably sleeping. And hey, if Steve did it, why can’t Eddie? Fair’s fair and all that. 

Slowly, carefully, he rolls onto his left side and reaches his right hand down the front of his pants. Fuck, he’s so hard and he can still hear Steve’s voice ringing in his ear. His breathing is shaky and he keeps glancing back to check that Steve’s still not moving. 

But Eddie’s never been good at staying quiet, muttered swears spilling from his lips as his breath comes quicker. He manages to swallow Steve’s name, biting his lips together and exhaling sharply through his nose. 

“Eddie?”

He freezes. This isn’t the chorus of whispered Eddies in his head… this is a question, and it’s real.

Steve’s awake.  

He debates not even answering, just pretending to be asleep, but then he hears the other bed creak and Steve’s feet hit the floor, like he’s about to cross the room and check on him. So he turns his head. 

“Yeah?”

Steve’s sitting on his bed facing Eddie, both feet on the floor like he was about to stand. “Were you… touching yourself?” 

“No, I –,” Eddie starts to lie, but it sounds weak even to his own ears. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that, what it even means. Steve reaches for the lamp and switches it on. If he looked good in the cool light of the moon, he looks incredible in the warm wash from the lightbulb. 

“You can keep going. If you want,” Steve offers. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and Eddie wants to feel it sweep across his teeth.

He doesn’t take his eyes off Steve as he rolls over and takes himself in hand once more, looking for any sign that Steve was kidding or pulling some kind of sick prank. But all Steve does is watch him back, eyes darting down to Eddie’s hand moving under the sheets.

“You – can you move the covers?” Steve asks, his voice pitched slightly higher than Eddie’s used to hearing. 

Eddie tries to push them down with his free hand, kicking with his feet to pull them down past his hips, but they just tangle and twist instead. And then Steve’s standing, crossing the short space between them and reaching out for the sheets. 

“Can I–?” 

Eddie nods, and Steve slides his fingers under the edge of the blanket. Steve’s knuckles brush against Eddie’s stomach and he can’t help but shiver at the sensation, thinking of where else he’d like Steve to touch him. 

The night air is cool after the heat that had built under the covers, and Steve kneels at the foot of the bed, still watching like he’s mesmerized. Eddie slows his movements, props himself up on one elbow. 

“Steve.”

Steve’s eyes snap up to his, pupils blown and mouth slack. 

“Just – fuck – c’mere,” Eddie whines, and Steve doesn’t hesitate. He darts forward, hovering over Eddie’s body, one hand cradling the side of Eddie’s head. 

Eddie surges up, kisses him hard and messy, and Steve dips down to meet him. Eddie feels a hand close over his own, tightening the grip and urging him on faster. 

“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” Steve pants against his lips, and Eddie thinks that his name in Steve’s mouth is the prettiest sound in the entire world.

Eddie can’t stop his hips from bucking up into both of their fists, desperate and aching. “Fuck, fuck, Steve… bite my neck?”

“What?”

“Bite my neck,” he repeats, dropping his head to the side to get his point across. 

Steve ducks down, licks and sucks and grazes his teeth along the sensitive skin there, but he doesn’t bite. And Eddie’s getting close. 

“You can… you can actually bite, like, with teeth,” Eddie manages, and that seems to do it, because the next thing he knows, he feels Steve’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck, just beneath his ear, and his tongue sweeps over to soothe the marks no doubt left behind. 

Eddie slings his free arm around the back of Steve’s neck, holding him there, letting him nip and lave in turn until Eddie’s gripping the sheets and biting back a shout as he comes over both of their hands. 

“Shit,” Eddie breathes into Steve’s hair, arms drooping over the edge of the bed like wilted flowers. “Holy shit.”

“Shit,” Steve agrees. “You okay?”

“Fucking fantastic, actually. You?”

Steve laughs softly. “Pretty damn good. Sorry for waking you.”

“Oh, you are wholeheartedly forgiven,” Eddie says. Not that he was mad about it in the first place, but Steve doesn’t need to know that. 

“I’ll just, uh…” Steve stands and makes a move towards his own bed. Eddie catches his wrist. 

“You don’t like sleeping alone, right?” 

Steve shakes his head. 

“So sleep here. With me.”

– – –

SUNDAY

When Eddie wakes up, the sun is shining through the window, brightening the room. The sounds of voices and dishes drift in from the kitchen, along with the smell of bacon. His stomach grumbles. 

Eddie tosses on the first some-what clean clothes he can find, gathers his mess of frizzy curls up in a bun and heads out the door, ready to eat a frankly disgusting amount of breakfast. 

Robin’s parents are just rinsing their plates when he arrives, getting an early start out on a hike up the edge of the lake apparently. He slides into one of their vacated seats, grabs a plate and loads it with pancakes and bacon before dousing the whole lot in syrup. 

It isn’t until he shoves the first huge bite in his mouth that he realizes Robin and Nancy are staring at him bug-eyed and slack-jawed. 

“What?” he asks, through a mouthful of food. 

They both shake their heads frantically, Robin throwing a look at her parents who are busy discussing whether or not it might rain later. Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

Everything is quiet apart from the sound of Eddie’s fork scraping on the plate and Mr and Mrs Buckley’s voices, until they tell them all they’ll be back in a couple hours and close the door behind them. 

“What the actual hell!”

“Jesus Christ, did you get attacked by a vampire?”

There’s an explosion of shouting from both Robin and Nancy, while Steve doubles over laughing. 

Eddie’s baffled. “Fuck are you talking about?” 

“Dude! Your neck!” Robin says, handing him a large metal spoon. 

He moves it around, trying to get the right angle, and finds a massive, distorted red and purple splotch on his neck. His eyes immediately fly to Steve, who is just managing to get his giggles under control. 

“Hey, man, don’t look at me. It was your idea,” he says, sipping some coffee from his mug. “I was just following orders.”

“Ew,” Robin says, pushing her plate away. “Way to ruin my appetite.”

“Bullshit, Buckley, you were done anyway.”

Eddie raps his knuckles on the wooden tabletop, drawing their attention back to him. “Uh, you’re all acting suspiciously cavalier about this.”

Robin and Nancy glance at each other. “We had a bet going,” Nancy says. “About how long it would be until it happened."

Eddie gapes at them, not even sorry that he still has some half-chewed pancakes in his mouth.

“I am gonna insist you cover that up before my parents get back, though,” Robin says. “I don’t wanna deal with their awkward questions about where you got it.”

“God, I hate you all,” Eddie says, piling more pancakes and bacon onto his plate. 

[wheneverfeasible]

Let’s Do The Time Loop Again

Based on this post

wc: 1.1k || rating: T || cw: vague reference to suicide, mention of violence and injury || ship: Ronance || summary: Robin is stuck in a time loop. S4 AU || ao3

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It should have been a simple thing. After all, she was supposed to be Smart with a capital S. Instead, they’d been having this same conversation every day for six months and the urge to strangle her was at an all time high. Still. At least the outcome was known now.

“Oh my god, I’m not into Steve!” Robin yelled, throwing her hands up in frustration. “You act like you’re so in-love with him but I really just think it’s because you can’t handle the fact that your first love is moving on and you can’t figure out how to break up with your boyfriend whom you no longer love!”

Other days, they’ve sat and talked about that. Nancy would reveal that she doesn’t miss Jonathan as much as she thought she should. That being apart was becoming easier every day. That she had her own goals in life and she couldn’t see a future with anyone who tried to limit her ambition or otherwise acted like an impediment, intentionally or otherwise.

Most days, however, it ended with Robin nudging Nancy to the news article she needed to make her discovery while dealing with the prickly girl feeling uneasy about Robin’s relationship with her ex-boyfriend.

Sometimes she told her the truth about herself, other days she simply denied it all like her first time before she got stuck, and other times she just got fed up and left. There was one thing she had never done before, however, and watching Nancy’s bitchy little face as she didn’t seem to fully accept that Robin and Steve weren’t a thing was the last straw.

Huffing a harsh breath, Robin reached out and tangled her fingers in Nancy’s hair as she pulled the girl towards her and smashed their lips together.

Honestly, she was expecting Nancy to push her away, maybe even slap or straight up punch her. It’s what Vickie had done more than once when Robin had first tried to make it work between them during all this, first tried to show Vickie that she could be a better boyfriend than her actual boyfriend. Before she had to finally admit that her infatuation wasn’t some great love story, that she and Vickie weren’t meant to be together, and she had to let her go.

Vickie had never fully accepted it anyways, accepted them, not even when Robin had tried to express her love and admiration with flowers and chocolates and the knowledge of the world’s imminent destruction. (The last part had probably been too much, all things considered.)

Instead, Nancy tensed momentarily, shocked and confused and frozen at the sudden action, and then she kissed back. A small gasp left her, which allowed Robin to slip her tongue in, and goodness, Nancy Wheeler was a fantastic kisser. When Robin finally (reluctantly) pulled back, Nancy’s eyes were closed, her head tilted slightly up, lips softly parted and pink.

When she finally blinked her eyes open, she stared dazedly at Robin. It was Robin’s turn to tense, to prepare to flee, even if she knew she’d be right back here as soon as Vecna killed her later, or on the off-chance this was one of the times they defeated him, when she woke up the next morning in the last.

She had thought, at the beginning, that it would all be over if they managed to defeat Vecna/Henry/One, but then they did, and then Robin was waking back up to the day Dustin stormed into Family Video to find Eddie. She was so tired of watching her friends die. She’d still sometimes have nightmares of watching Steve be beaten to death beneath Starcourt, of watching the light and life leave his eyes, his heart stop beating against hers.

It was so much worse watching it happen in reality. Steve, Nancy, Dustin, Eddie, Max, Lucas, even little Erica…she’d watched them all die over and over again and she had no idea why. Why she was the only one aware of what was happening. She had even tried to stop it herself, had taken herself out of the equation hoping that maybe that would release everyone else, but it never did.

“Oh.” Nancy’s cheeks slowly reddened as she looked up at Robin. Then, her lips slowly curled into a small smile. “Oh,” she repeated quietly, like everything was suddenly coming together in her mind. She let out a soft chuckle, then she reached out and lightly brushed her fingers over Robin’s. “Can we…discuss this later? After everything?”

Robin smiled, though it was tinged with sadness. She knew that there wasn’t a later, or an after. There was only an again.

She agreed though, and Nancy listened to her about where she should look in the records, and things continued on like normal. Nancy kept asking her opinion on things, however, which allowed Robin to steer things much more easily to one of the better outcomes. It was hard work, and it wasn’t without problems or injury, but they managed to save Max, save Eddie, saved everyone, and even defeated Vecna for good. Again.

She wondered sometimes why she still tried so hard, why she didn’t just curl in a ball and ignore everything, but she loved her friends too much for that. Loved Nancy too much for that, even though she knew that Nancy would never be able to return her feelings. Not when, in a few hours, Nancy would forget any of this had ever even happened.

“We did it,” Nancy breathed, fierce triumph in her eyes as she clutched Robin’s hand in a tight grip, bruised and bloodied but alive. For now. Robin turned to look at her, at the tear tracks down her grimy face even as she smiled, and Robin knew she was thinking about Barb, thinking that she had finally been avenged. For now.

“We did it,” Robin agreed, and she wanted to cry too. It wasn’t the best outcome they’d ever had before. Eddie had still been attacked by demobats, but he survived, if barely. Max still had broken limbs, but she wasn’t the final victim. Steve probably had another concussion, but he was breathing. Erica had a broken arm too, Dustin a broken ankle, and Lucas had just barely managed to avoid being shot but…the gates wouldn’t open this time. But there was always next time.

There was always a next time.

Nancy looked at her, and though she still seemed unsure about everything, she looked like she at least finally had the answer she was searching for. Robin knew how much it had hurt Steve when he thought Nancy was cheating on him, knew it wasn’t fair to Jonathan, but she also knew that whatever happened today didn’t count. It would only be her own heart breaking.

Robin, knowing this, drew Nancy towards her without her usual awkwardness, startling the other girl. She then leaned in to kiss Nancy again and let herself pretend, just for now, just for a little while, that everything was finally over.

Maybe, tomorrow, she’d kiss Nancy again too.

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Disclaimer: this has originally been posted as a reblog to the linked post, but to make it easier on myself I am simply reposting it as its own thing with some edits.

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Hostage tag: @derythcorvinus

Tagged because mention of interest: @absentminded001

[ronancebyler]

Jargyle headcanons?

JARGYLE MENTION JARGYLE MENTION JARGYLE MENTION

the usual heads up of i might mention past jonathan ships/character friendships and also canon is a mere suggestion for me to do whatever I want so if some of these contradict each other shut up <3

they/them pronouns for argyle, he/she/they pronouns for Jonathan (if you see me using other pronoun hcs in other posts keep your mouth shut /lh)

argyle falls first jonathan falls harder <3

when it comes to things like this argyle doesnt really notice when they fall, it's just a small and slow buildup of feeling until one day they're sitting next to Jonathan and they realize. it doesn't feel like it hits them more than it feels like a flip switched. like something they've been feeling and aware of feeling for quite a while and they just put a word to it so it isn't very panic inducing

argyles demiromantic and Jonathan is gray aro

jonathan it hits all at once. it is fucking insane how intense it is. his feeling has obviously building up for a while too but she hasn't had the subconscious awareness that argyle had. they've been aware of their nwlnw identity for quite a while (unlabeled) but they also have never liked someone where if theyre getting into a relationship, to be honest about it, she has to come out

like he's forced to be vulnerable about a potentially dangerous identity to be honest, and he's really not into that

like with nancy they at least could tell people they were together and let them assume that this was a cishet relationship even though they weren't really a man

but to tell family and friends and anyone about this, she had to come out

when having this panic was so worried about this that in that night at like 4 am she suddenly had the realization that "oh my god argyle might not like me back"

but immediately squashed that with "even if they don't it really doesnt matter because theyre understanding and chill enough i wont lose this friendship"

meanwhile argyle is literally giving him heart eyes waiting for them to confess

jonathan confesses because argyle realized quickly and unobtrusively and realized it was probably reciprocated, but didnt want to confess before jonathan had time and energy to do self reflection on her own

so their relationship continued with not much change. very gabriel and Beelzebub vibes from good omens, quite, gentle, and romantic but never with big displays. just contentment with hanging out with your buddy that you like kissing for as long as they want (i should probably give hcs instead of just outlining how they get together)

argyle does jonathans hair every day

argyle is also who convinced jonathan to grow it out because pretty

argyle is very close to el and will, and gets to hear about their silly little love stories, they find it adorable

"argyleeee, mike brought me flowers! i mean, he fell over when he gave it to me, but I thought it was cute" "argyleeee, max and lucas asked me out and I don't know what to wear!"

they're not the touchiest couple but they're somehow still one of the softest, just living in each others presence all the time

(quality time love language)

double dates with ronance because I said so

jonathan is best friends with both of them and argyle nancy friendship matters to me very much so it makes sense

they know about every previous crush the other has had because they're both deeply unjealous

neither of them have liked many people before the other anyways so it doesn't bother either that much

jonathan liked steve and then nancy, argyle liked their best friend when they were like eight

[unclewaynemunson]

Wingman Wayne - Ronance Edition pt4 :D | Read from the beginning | Read on ao3

It hasn't even been five minutes since Robin came home from work, when the phone in the hall starts ringing. And she has some suspicions about who the caller might be.

She squints at the phone like it's personally offending her, considers for a few moments to just let it ring – but she can't. She doesn't want to be a completely cruel person, this is already gonna be awful enough as it is.

'Hi,' says Nancy, sounding slightly breathless, when Robin picks up the phone. 'How was your day?'

 'Um – gr...ay.'

'Gray?' Nancy repeats, confused.

Robin flinches. She had meant to say “great” but decided halfway that that would probably sound weirdly enthusiastic regarding the conversation they were about to have so she changed it to “okay” and – yeah. This is embarrassing.

'Yeah – I mean, the weather. Was. Very bad. Lots of rain and shit.' She cringes at herself, talking awkwardly about the goddamn weather, glad that Nancy isn't able to see how beet-red she has gotten so at least some of her dignity will stay intact.

'Tell me about it,' Nancy says, 'I got soaked at least three times today, it was the worst. But I was thinking...' There's a slight pause before Nancy continues, 'If we're feeling optimistic enough to believe the forecasts, it'll clear up by the weekend, so maybe we could go for a walk or something? There's this tea garden at the other side of the woods, I know a nice scenic route from Lover's Lake, what do you think?'

Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit. Robin squeezes her eyes shut. Why, oh why, did Nancy have to come up with the most fucking perfect date idea in existence? God, she can almost touch the scene in her head: walking side-by-side with Nancy, the sun filtering through the leaves and shining a golden light onto Nancy’s curls, her cute nose going slightly red from the early spring sunrays, their arms brushing together every other step until Nancy will feel brave enough to grab Robin's hand and lace their fingers together; the flowers blooming in all kinds of pretty colors in the fields surrounding the tea garden, the taste of mint or some herbal melange on her tongue, Nancy's hands wrapped around her mug as she laughs at something insanely funny Robin is telling her...

No. No. Her stupid brain should most definitely not be going there.

She sighs.

'I have to tell you something,' she blurts out, before weakness can overpower her and make her say something stupid like Yes, this is the best idea ever, I’d love to go with you, can I please kiss you already?

'Oh.'

And in that single word, she can already hear the disappointment dripping from Nancy's voice. Damn it, she hates this so fucking much.

'Yeah, it’s not good... So, um, remember that I told you how my best friend is the one who set me up with you? The one whose boyfriend is Mr. Munson's nephew?'

'Oh God,' Nancy says, sounding truly horrified. 'You're actually in a relationship with him and cheating on him?'

'What – no, God, no!' Robin exclaims. 'Why is that the first thing that comes to your mind?!'

'I don't know, you sounded so ominous so I just went straight to worst-case scenario!'

Nancy is perfectly mirroring Robin's own panicked energy and she realizes she has to keep her head cool now if she doesn't want this whole conversation to become even more of a mess.

She takes a deep breath and continues in a somewhat more collected voice, 'Okay, so maybe not worst-worst-case scenario, then. But um... He didn't actually know anything about you when he set us up. So we only found out today that he – Steve – had been trying to set me up with his ex.'

There's a silence. 'Steve Harrington is your best friend?' Nancy then asks.

'Yeah, crazy, right,' Robin confirms. 'I'm really sorry, Nancy. I had so much fun with you last night, seriously. And you're really cool and badass and generally amazing. But I'm not gonna be dating my best friend's ex. I can't do that to Steve. I mean, I basically know everything about what went down between the two of you, and it's not like he harbors any resentment – I actually think he still respects you a lot – but... It still feels wrong, you know?'

There's a sigh, distorted through the phone. 'Yeah, I get that,' Nancy says, in a small voice that's kind of breaking Robin's heart already. 'Honestly, that completely makes sense. And honestly, I wouldn’t want to add to his hurt either. I already did that more than enough, back when - you know.‘ She sighs again. ‘For what it's worth: I had a lot of fun with you, too, yesterday.'

Pt5

Taglist: @munsonsuccubus @messrs-weasley @shrimply-a-menace @booksandsience @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @theysherobinbuckley

[achingly-tired]

Hey, this might be an unpopular opinion but… a person can be a fan of both Nancy Wheeler AND Steve Harrington. It doesn’t need to be an either/or situation. Maybe it’s just my feed and I need to diversify it, but I am seeing a lot of people be like “oh, Nancy Wheeler is the innocent one in all of this, Steve was the one who fucked up” OR “Steve Harrington is innocent one in all this, Nancy fucked up.” Like… no, friends. There’s some nuance.

First things first: Steve did some messed up shit season 1. There is no denying that. Did Jonathan take inappropriate photos without people’s consent? Yes. Did Steve need to break his camera? No. Did Steve need to call Nancy a whore on the sign? No. Did he need to say all that really toxic shit—especially about Will being queer??? Absolutely not!! But also.. after getting his ass handed to him by Jonathan, he kind of realized he fucked up and WENT TO APOLOGIZE. He just happened to accidentally stumble upon the Upside Down. And then he stuck around. AND AFTER THAT, NANCY MADE THE DECISION TO GET BACK TOGETHER WITH HIM. That’s not on Steve.

In season two, did Nancy and Steve both make mistakes? Yes. But it isn’t because either of them were ignoring each others traumas…it was because they were both dealing with trauma in different ways. For Steve, his coping mechanism was “it’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine. Nothing happened.” That’s an avoidance response, common in people with PTSD. For Nancy, the way she coped was she needed to get closure for Barb. She literally could not think about anything OTHER than Barb—everything was a trigger for her…yet another common PTSD response. Neither was more wrong or more right for how they responded. They just responded differently. Do I personally think it was fucked up of Nancy to get drunk and call Steve bullshit? Yes. But I also recognize that she was hurting, she had lowered inhibitions, and she is a traumatized teenager. Do I think Steve should have just… left her at the party, drunk and alone? No. But also his girlfriend of a year just told him she didn’t love him. And he was hurting, and a traumatized teenager. Do I think Nancy cheated on Steve? Yes. Do I think she’s a horrible person because of that? No. But she caused hurt—same as Steve. And honestly, I really wish the ST writers would have them have some sort of conversation about this all.

Now these are just the first two seasons—I have *thoughts* about the fourth (i.e., the writers really do be trying to ruin both Nancy and Steves character arcs). But my whole point is… I am so tired of seeing everyone choose one or the other. And act like there is no god damn nuance.

Personally, I love the idea of Ronance! Do I think Robin might be a little worried about it at first, especially as she and Steve probably had many a conversation about how he was really hurt? Yes. But do I think Steve would forbid her from dating Nancy?? Or being weird about it??? No! At least, in the world where the ST writers aren’t trying to force them together,

I also really love Steddie! I think the two boys balance each other out! Where Steve is quiet, Eddie is loud. Where Eddie is terrified, Steve is brave. They need each other. They work better with each other.

Ultimately, I don’t think Steve and Nancy were EVER right for each other. I think they wanted to be right for each other because that’s what they were told to do. But neither of them is a bad person—they’re just both nuanced, traumatized humans.

[panickinganakin]

stepping stones to hell ch. 15 (a ronance fic)

hi! please don’t judge my use of 1993 cell phone lore, it’s probably incorrect! you can find all previous chapters here!

warnings: this chapter contains mature content. it isn’t full blown smut but it’s intimate. minors dni!

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Robin stood inside of a coffee shop in Nashville staring at the menu. She wished she could say she was reading it in an attempt to figure out what to order but there was no way in hell she could process anything at the moment.

She had kissed Nancy Wheeler. Not only had she kissed Nancy but Nancy kissed her back. This wasn’t a dream. Nancy actually liked Robin. She felt Nancy’s fingers brush against her arm, pulling her from her daze. “Do you know what you’re going to get?” Nancy questioned.

“Uhm, nope. What about you?”

”I’m probably going to get a coffee over ice since it’s starting to get a little warmer out. Maybe with chocolate or caramel?” She gave Robin a small smile. It wasn’t getting warmer outside at all, they both knew that. It was the kiss that had both of their body temperatures rising.

Deciding to explore Nashville together had been such a good idea up until now. Now all Robin wanted was to be alone with Nancy so she could kiss her again and again. “That sounds great,” Robin finally said. “I’ll have exactly what you’re having.” There was only one person in front of them now and Nancy started to laugh, “What? What’s so funny?” Robin inquired.

“It’s just funny that we are two grown women and a kiss has sent us into shambles.”

”It wasn’t just a kiss,” Robin said quietly so only Nancy could hear her.

Her lips twitched and she shook her head slightly, “No, you’re right. It was definitely a lot more than that.”

They stepped up to the counter and Nancy told the cashier what they wanted. After they paid they stepped to the left to wait on their drinks. Weeks of being friends and talking had gone by and now Robin wasn’t even sure what to say. “What do you think the guys will do today?” Nancy asked to break the silence.

”I think they will do a little of what we did. Without the kissing of course. Well, maybe not,” she thought of Steve and Eddie. The two had been infatuated with each other even after all these years. It always made Robin glad to know that true love never really died.

“Robin, please,” Nancy giggled.

“It’s true! Those two can be sooooo clingy sometimes.”

Nancy smiled softly, “I’m glad. If anyone deserves it’s Steve. He always took the most care of literally everyone.”

Robin nodded her agreement, “It’s true. I’m so glad he and Eddie have each other.”

“Well, I hope they go to the record store. Imagine that guy if every member showed up. Then he could have multiple things signed by all of you. That would be so cool.”

”We need to invest in cell phones so that we can call them and tell them.” Robin sighed.

“You know I’ve thought about breaking down and buying one but they are so expensive and they have to weigh like a pound or two.”

”Yeah, kind of like carrying a brick in your purse.”

“Oooh, it could double as a weapon!” Nancy said excitedly.

”Maybe we should go get one today. That way when you leave tomorrow and I’m forced to finish the tour without you, we can still call whenever we want. Even when I’m on the bus!”

Nancy clapped her hands together, “Oh, perfect! Where’s the map?” Robin pulled the folded up paper from her back pocket. Nancy took it and began to look it over, “The nearest Radio Shack is only two blocks away. It’s a perfect idea!”

”Great, it’s settled then.” As the worker sat down the two coffees, Nancy put the paper in her own pocket before grabbing the drinks and handing one to Robin. “Shall we?” Robin asked, holding her arm out.

Nancy shook her head with a laugh, wrapping her arm around Robin’s. “We look like a pair of dinguses.”

“My dear Nancy, it’s because we are.”

As they made their way to their destination it hit Robin that after tonight it would be a little while before she could even see Nancy again. The thought was bittersweet. She was grateful for the time they were spending together now but she knew the departure would be different this time than last time. Last time Robin was sad to be leaving a friend behind. Well, a friend she had a crush on. But now, Nancy was more than a friend, right? Not technically, Robin thought. However things were definitely different now. They couldn’t exactly take back what happened; not that Robin wanted to and she was sure Nancy didn’t want to either.

No, Nancy had wanted the kiss. She had pulled Robin closer, she would have let her do more than kiss her, that Robin was sure of. “You’re blushing,” Nancy said with a soft laugh. “What are you thinking about?”

Robin debated on telling her the truth. What did she have to lose? She took a drink of her coffee. She realized it was the first drink, she had actually forgotten she had even had a drink. “Holy shit this is good.”

Nancy nodded in agreement, “Are you avoiding the question, Robs?”

”What? Oh, no. I just felt the need to say that… Right. Well, I mean if you must know I was thinking about you.”

”What about me?”

Was Nancy really going to make her say her every thought out loud? “I was thinking about the kiss. About the dressing room wall and how I could have pushed you up against it-“

”Robin!” Nancy interrupted her before letting out a cough. “You’re going to make me choke on this coffee.” Robin took a breath, ready to make a joke but Nancy cut her eyes at her, “Don’t even think about saying anything.”

”Now you’re the one blushing,” Robin said victoriously.

Nancy rolled her eyes and shoved Robin’s arm playfully, “Whatever. Oh look! There it is!” She pointed to the right where Radio Shack sat only three or so stores away. “Makes me think of Bob,” Nancy said softly.

“Rest his soul,” Robin tried to sound thoughtful. She had never known Bob but she had heard enough about him when she had heard the story of what happened before the mall. She had only seen him once when she and her parents went to buy her dad a computer but she hadn’t said anything to him.

Nancy pulled the door open and Robin nodded her head in thanks. “Hello!” They were greeted so quickly Robin jumped a little.

“Hi!” Nancy called back, pulling Robin’s hand so she moved forward.

She looked around the store and noticed this wasn’t going to be the easiest of choices. There were many cell phones sitting on a kiosk in the center of the store. There were also tons of other things. Computers, pagers, fax machines, printers, radios which of course made sense giving the name. “What can we do for you today?” The worker asked again.

Robin gave a smile, hoping Nancy would continue to take the lead. The lady flipped her long red hair over her shoulder, offering Robin a smile in return. “We were hoping to purchase two cell phones today.”

”Perfect!” She said, clapping her hands together. “We have some options, do you know what you’re looking for exactly?”

”Uhm, well,” Robin tilted her head, scanning the table. “Neither of us have owned one and we spend a lot of time apart because of work and such so, something that reaches really far away?” She questioned rather than stated.

“Well, a cell phone is just the thing you’re looking for, then. These,” the lady motioned her manicured hand toward a phone the size of one of Steve’s shoes. It looked like it could truly weigh what a brick did and could probably take someone out if smacked with it.

“That one looks a little dangerous,” Robin laughed nervously.

Nancy snorted but nodded in agreement, “What about those?” Nancy pointed to the end of the table where a few smaller options sat. They weren’t much smaller but they were slightly slimmer. As far as taking up space they would fit much easier in a purse or bag.

“These are the newest models we have. They are a bit on the pricey side but as far as devices go they are the best. The battery lasts longer, reception is good and it’s less likely to knock someone out if you threw it at them. Which, we at Radio Shack, do not condone of course.”

They both laughed but Robin grabbed a small gray phone, “I want this one.”

”And I’ll take this one,” Robin grabbed the same phone as Nancy but in black.

“Well you two of you made this painless. Now we just need to get those and set them up.”

After nearly an hour, Robin and Nancy exited the Radio Shack each with a paper bag and a new phone. They already had saved one another’s new number and their home numbers. “Two numbers and they’re both yours,” Nancy smiled.

“Who else could you ever need?”

“Not a soul,” she smiled.

After leaving Radio Shack they decided to call for a taxi and back to the hotel. It was only a few hours until it would start getting dark so they needed to be ready to go watch the meteor shower together. At some point on the way home in the back of the car the two had started to hold hands again. Robin had always thought relationships and crushes had been so difficult. Everything had seemed so complicated but if she were being honest it was only ever her fear of forming intimate connections. The last thing she ever wanted was to be heartbroken. She had never even had close friends until Steve. If it hadn’t been for almost dying then helping save their town together, they probably wouldn’t have become close either.

That was the beginning of everything for Robin. Because of Steve came her other friendships she had formed like Dustin, Erica, Lucas and Max. Because of those events she was now in Corroded Coffin and was so close with everyone in the band. Corroded was the reason she had reconnected with Nancy. So in a very honest way, everything good in her life was because of Steve Harrington.

Once all their new finds and purchases were packed away, they called for wine. They were packing a bag to take with them. “Okay, wine, blankets, two pillows… Are we missing anything?” Nancy said, scanning the room.

“Hm, I don’t think so.” Robin also looked around. There wasn’t much they really needed anyway, just each other and definitely blankets in case it got cold. “I wonder what everyone else is doing.”

”What do they normally do when you guys have a free day?”

Robin sat down at the end of the bed facing Nancy. “Normally we will sleep in because of how hard it is to sleep on the bus. Then we just explore whatever town we are in. Well, that is if it’s a free day where we are parked. Sometimes we’ll have a day or so between shows but we have to drive. When it’s like that we always try to stop somewhere if we have time. At least for food and necessities on the bus. Oh, and to shower. I have showered in more truck stop bathrooms in my life than I ever thought I would.”

”Not all venues have showers?” Nancy asked curiously.

”Well, since we’ve started playing slightly bigger shows they normally do. When we did our first tour though we were mostly playing tiny places and bars so there weren’t really showers. So the label would give us extra money to pay for showers at truck stops. Which aren't as bad as you would think. Most places are really well maintained. At least the female showers were, I never asked what the guys were like.”

”Is it hard? Being on the road away from everyone?”

Robin sucked in a breath, crawling up beside Nancy to lay back against the pillows. “Before we started touring my parents and I kind of had a falling out, as you know. I think it would have been harder but the only people I really had after that was Steve and the band. So, I couldn’t really miss anyone while being gone. Of course my friends back home but everyone was leaving to do their own thing and everything we went through… I know we both said it before but sometimes it felt easier to forget. I really tried not to think about anyone.”

Nancy nodded slowly before biting her lip, “Do you think it’s going to be harder to leave now?”

Robin’s chest ached at her question, she knew exactly what she meant. Would it be harder to leave now that she had Nancy. Robin nodded without a second thought, “Yes. Touring is fun and getting to be a musician is so rewarding and we are very lucky. I think the hardest part is being on the road. There are good things and bad things. Leaving is going to be harder now than it ever was.” There was no reason for Robin to say it was because of her, Nancy knew it was.

“It will make coming home that much more special, though,” Nancy offered with a forced optimistic attitude.

“Nancy Wheeler, am I sensing sadness in that tone? We aren’t even apart yet.”

She laughed lightly then sighed, “I’m just already thinking about leaving tomorrow. I suppose it won’t be all that different. I’ll go home and work, like I have these past few years. You’ll tour like you have been doing. So being apart will be like it was before we met.”

”Yes,” Robin said but then shook her head. “But also not. It will be different because I’ll miss you. But coming home will be an experience like we’ve never had. Or at least me. I’ve never been able to go home to someone. I’ve never been just itching to get off the bus. I guess I’ve never really looked forward to going home but now I can. Now I have someone to go home to.”

Nancy turned to face Robin and stared at her for a few long moments. Robin opened her mouth to ask if she said the wrong thing but suddenly Nancy shifted to her side, placing her hands on either side of Robin before she leaned in. “Can I kiss you Robin Buckley?”

Robin wanted to make a stupid joke about how they had already kissed and didn’t have to ask. However she was left unable to say anything so she just nodded.

Nancy leaned in and pressed her lips against hers. They were so warm and soft, it made Robin slump against the pillow. She grabbed at Nancy’s arms, tugging her forward. Nancy shifted, putting one leg on the other side of Robin and sitting down on her thighs all without breaking the kiss.

Robin felt a fluttering in her chest as her heart rate quickened. She placed her hands on Nancy’s cheeks before sliding one to the back of her head. Her hair was so soft and perfect. Nancy was perfect. She had always known that. She had been Hawkins’ number one girl. Even if she hadn’t known it, Robin did. She was beautiful, smart, and desirable. She was everything anyone could ever want to be and now she was hers.

Nancy pulled away to study Robin’s face for a few seconds. “Are you okay?” Robin asked.

Nancy wrapped her arms around Robin’s shoulders and neck, leaning back in to kiss her again in answer. She slid her tongue across Robin’s lips before she opened her mouth. Nancy was so warm and inviting. She was so gentle with Robin as their tongues met. Her hands drifted to Nancy’s waist, knowing it wasn’t possible to pull her closer but trying still.

Nancy’s hips shifted and she let out a soft moan causing Robin’s stomach to tighten. She felt her inside turn warm. She wanted Nancy to make that sound again and wanted to know what other sounds she could pull from her pretty mouth.

Nancy gripped the front of Robin's shirt now as if her life depended on it. She pulled away, looking at Robin again. Nancy’s face was flushed and her lips were swollen. A smile flickered across her lips as she went back in to place a soft kiss to Robin’s lips. She then kissed the corner of her mouth. She was placing kisses in a trail down her jawline before taking them down her neck. Her lips settled at Robin’s pulse and she kissed softly, then bit her skin gently. Robin couldn’t help the moan that escaped her mouth. Nancy bit her harder that time but it wasn’t painful; it was all pleasure. She kissed the same spot moving her lips to Robin’s collarbone. Robin let out another breathy noise and she could feel Nancy smiling against her skin.

Slowly, agonizingly so, she followed the same trail back up to Robin’s mouth, kissing her again. “We need to leave for the meteor shower soon.”

“R-right,” Robin agreed in a shaky voice. “Meteors.”

Nancy grinned and kissed Robin again before crawling off top of her and grabbing the car keys, “Ready?”

Even though Robin’s head was spinning she nodded, swallowing to try and calm herself. Fuck, she thought. It was almost embarrassing how much Robin needed her. She forced a smile, throwing her legs over the bed and hopping up, “Let’s go!”

[bambirex]

Tbh i havent really seen a good fic about it so ronance whatever you want but like jealousy either nancy or robin

Warnings: none

**

The iron grip around her heart made no sense, nor did the uncomfortable, leaden weight in her stomach. Nancy was familiar with the feeling, she knew it all too well; what didn't make sense, was the fact that she felt this in relation to Robin.

Sure, she liked Robin: she was sweet, if a little annoying sometimes, and very clever. She was one of the few people who actually took Nancy seriously and would have gone above and beyond to protect her. And, to Nancy's biggest surprise, she also found Robin's sense of humor somewhat cool.

Of course, she liked her. But she didn't like like her, right?

Yet, that acidic envy bubbling in her chest didn't cease as that girl giggled at something Robin said, and it only flared up more when she laid a hand on Robin's arm. Nancy's grip around her glass tightened so much, it was a wonder she didn't shatter it.

As always, Robin looked adorable in her striped shirt and faded jeans. Her hair was a little mussed from the wind, and there was that beautiful smile on her face, that bright toothy one that always caused a pleasant flutter inside Nancy's chest for some reason.

For a second, Robin glanced in her direction, and Nancy quickly looked away, focusing on her drink instead. The last thing she needed right now was for Robin to notice her ogling.

She heard the girl laugh again, and Nancy wished she had El's powers and could slam her against the wall with her mind.

God, why did she harbor such hostile feelings towards a complete stranger?

The answer was faintly vibrating at the back of her mind, but Nancy brushed it off. Robin was a girl, and Nancy was only interested in boys. This wasn't jealousy, it couldn't be. She just simply wanted to be Robin's only friend, that was it.

(Then, why wasn't she jealous of Steve?)

"Hey."

Nancy looked up, and there was Robin, standing above her with an almost shy smile. Despite the emotional turmoil raging inside her, Nancy felt a flush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Hey."

"I waved to you, but you probably didn't see me," Robin said. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, suddenly seeming nervous. "Uhm, is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Nancy replied quickly, then she took a sip of her drink, doing her best to avoid Robin's eyes. "Why wouldn't it be?"

Robin bit her lip, tilting her head to the side. She seemed to be inspecting Nancy's face, trying to figure out the reason behind her behavior. Nancy wished Robin was a little worse at reading her feelings.

"Because you're acting strange, no offense," Robin replied, holding her hands up as if in defense. "You're barely looking at me. You're all cold and I just... wanna know, if I hurt you or something?"

"I'm just tired," Nancy replied dismissively. She couldn't help the bitter edge in her voice when she added, "you didn't need to abandon your little friend for me."

Robin's eyebrows shot up. She looked adorably confused as she stared down at Nancy.

"What...? Oh, Claire? We used to go to the same class. We did some catching up."

"Lovely."

"Okay, I really don't know what's going on with you, but you are definitely being weird," Robin huffed. "You know what? We'll talk later, once you get over this... whatever this is."

Before Nancy could stop her, Robin stormed off. Nancy stared after her, her chest tightening uncomfortably. Shit. She really messed this up, didn't she?

But she couldn't tell Robin the truth behind her reaction. That would ruin everything, not to mention, Nancy herself wasn't even sure what it meant.

She only knew that now that Robin has left, she felt a gaping hole at where her heart should have been.

[sky-neverending]

Hiiiii ! So for the prompt anything that is ronance centric, maybe something involving patching each other up after the battle !

ok so this is actually part one of a two chapter fic, bc i got another ronance prompt that i think i can combine with this one timeline wise! of course this is still able to be read alone, but that second part should be up in a day or two! this’ll also be on Ao3 in about half an hour! also this has background jargyle and steddie in it, but it’s like very minor

tw for descriptions of injury, brief mentions of weed, and discussion of death. it’s really nothing bad tbh

Robin hissed as warm, soapy water rushed over a large wound below her left knee. She threw her head back, inhaling sharply as she tried to contain her pain.

Nancy glanced up at her apologetically as she pressed a wet washcloth into the injured area. “Sorry.” She muttered, rubbing the fabric over the bloodied skin. “It’ll be over soon.”

“I can handle it.” Robin said through clenched teeth. “Not like I haven’t been through worse.”

She meant it as a joke, she really had. But instead of earning a laugh it was met with a frown and a heavy silence that weighed down on both of their shoulders.

She stayed quiet after that, holding her breath as Nancy continued to tend to her wounds, cleaning and bandaging them. She started with the largest ones. The one below her knee where she had fallen and her skin had ripped against a sharp rock. The one near her shoulder where a bat had come down and taken a nasty bite out of the flesh there, leaving a decent sized chunk missing. That one was wrapped in Nancy's thin white jacket to contain the blood flow for as long as possible. That one would probably have to be looked at by a doctor. That one, they didn’t have time to fix completely. Not right now. So some soap and a tight bandage would have to do.

There was another, on her heel, that had been snapped at by a demodog in the middle of a chase. It has grabbed at the skin, ripping it off and leaving her to try and run while a trail of blood was left behind.

That was the one Nancy was tending to when she finally spoke.

“What would you be doing right now? If all of this had never happened.” She asked quietly, like she was scared to even think about it. Robin tilted her head.

“I don’t know.” She admitted, letting the tension in her shoulders drop as scenarios played through her head. “Maybe looking for colleges? Still working at Scoops to pay for my tuition? Lurking in the shadows, still afraid of being myself because I didn’t have anyone who understood me?” She twisted her head around to look at Nancy. “What about you? Where would you be?”

She shrugged in response. “Probably on my way to Emerson. I was so excited to go to school. Away from my family and Hawkins and all the pressure. Sometimes I wish it hadn’t all happened, you know? That I could’ve spent my high school years like every other teen girl. Getting into trouble behind my parents back, dating boys and going to parties and being a star student all at the same time.” She paused as she soaked her rag in more water. “I suppose I did do some of that. But not without all this in the way. Plus, look how it turned out.” She glanced across the room into the kitchen, where Jonathan was standing, his hands tucked into the pockets of Argyle's jeans, while Argyle chatted away with Eddie, who was leaning against the counter with a very tired looking Steve resting his head across his shoulder.

Robin chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry about that, by the way. I know it hurts to see someone you like end up with someone else.” She smiled at Nancy, soft and sincere.

Nancy smiled back as she began to wrap Robin's wound. “It’s okay.” She said with a shrug. “It’s better this way.”

Glancing up at her, Robin pulled her lower lip in between her teeth, chewing on it idly as she thought of a response. It tasted like dirt mixed with the raw, metallic flavor of blood from a cut above her eyebrow that had trickled downwards.

“Do you plan on going? To Emerson, I mean. You got in, didn’t you?” She asked, watching as Nancy nodded.

“Yeah, I got in. But I don’t know if I’ll go.” Her shoulders slumped and her head ducked down as she finished dressing the wound. “Doesn’t really seem worth it.”

Mindlessly, Robin reached out a hand, reaching out toward a now standing Nancy. She leaned forward and laced their fingers together, squeezing tightly and beckoning her closer with a reassuring smile.

“You’ve been through all this. You’ve quite literally walked through Hell. If you want to go, it is absolutely worth it. You deserve to follow your dreams, Nance. Don’t let this stop you. Not now. Not when we’re so close.”

Nancy sat down on the couch next to her, their two hands still intertwined. “What if we don’t make it?” She muttered, voice weighed down by fear. “What if I get my hopes up, and then something terrible happens?”

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Robin said, placing a hand on Nancy’s chin and gently tugging it upward so they met eyes. Nancys were wet, glossed over with tears that she was holding back. “Not on my watch.”

There was silence. It seemed to go on for a decade, just Robin looking at Nancy and Nancy looking at Robin and pure, deafening quiet that stilled the room. Robin could feel her heartbeat in her fingertips, and she could feel Nancy’s too, and the back of her hand where they rested softly.

“Nance.” She muttered, unaware of anything else around her. The room seemed to blur as Nancy spoke back.

“Rob.” She said, small smile forming on her face as she slowly moved in, and suddenly her lips were pressed tenderly against Robins own and everything else washed away, and all she could think was Nancy, Nancy, Nancy.

The kiss was nothing and everything at once, soft and warm and faint, but at the same time insistent and full of passion. It didn’t last very long. Almost before Robin could even register what was happening they were gone, Nancy pulling away with cherry coloring dusting her cheeks.

There was a loud exclamation from the kitchen and both the girls startled, turning to see all four boys grinning wildly at them.

“Finally!” Steve slurred, and Robin could make out the redness in his eyes. He was wrapped around Eddie like a koala, a sure sign he was high off his mind.

“Way to go, brochahcas!” Argyle giggled. Robin rolled her eyes and turned back to Nancy, biting her bottom lip as nerves rushed over her.

Nancy simply grinned smugly. “Come here.” She muttered, and then they were kissing again. And the weight of the world seemed to get a little less heavy. Because now? Now Robin had something to fight for.

[lonesome-witching]

Truth or Dare

A wardrobe change as requested by @allnewtpir. I hope you enjoy yet another ronance prompt. More coming soon.

Do you have any prompts yourself? Or do you want to dive into what I wrote before? You can read my previous prompts or send me some new ones.

“No, no, no. Nance, I’m not wearing that,” Robin complained, pointing at Nancy’s outfit. She would not be punished over Nancy picking dare in this stupid game.

“Oh, come on, Robin. Just play along. It’s only for a little bit.” Steve took a sip of his drink.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. It’s not even your turn. Steve just has to think of something else,” Nancy said, a hand reaching out for Robin.

It was a little pathetic that that touch was enough for Robin to cave. “No, it’s fine. I’ll do it.” She was already crawling up to her feet. Maybe she should have another drink before pulling herself into Nancy’s clothes.

“Are you sure, Robs?” Nancy stood up too, much more gently than Robin had.

Robin nodded. She was staring. She shouldn’t be staring. Clothes swapping wasn’t that big of a deal. She had worn Nancy’s clothes before. Yes, it had been awful, but she had survived. Even if it had felt like she had been shocking the entire time.

“Alright, we should do this in the bathroom.” Nancy grabbed Robin’s arm, pulling her into the bathroom.

Robin felt her heartbeat pick up. She was pathetic. She was hopeless. She needed help. What had become of her?

Nancy was wearing a light blue blouse and black skirt. Or at least, she had been before she stripped to her underwear. Robin turned around quickly. Robin pulled her flannel and oversized shirt, she thought it might be Steve’s, off. She held out the shirt until Nancy took it off her hands.

“Here,” Nancy giggled, replacing the shirt with her own blouse. “I’m not entirely sure what Steve is going to get out of it.”

“Me neither, it seems more like he’s trying to torture me than you.” Robin pulled her pants off with the blouse still hanging open. She really should have put on a bra.

“Did you do anything to anger him?” Nancy asked, her voice trailing off at the end.

Robin turned her face, noticing the soft blush on Nancy’s cheeks as her eyes were glued to Robin’s bare legs. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” Nancy bit her lip.

Robin pulled the skirt on, quickly buttoning her blouse, Nancy’s blouse, the blouse. It scratched her skin a bit, but not as badly as the frilly pink thing did back in spring break. She could manage this.

When she turned around, fully dressed, she noticed Nancy still only half clothed. Still staring. Robin cleared her throat. Nancy looked at the textile in her hands.

“Should I leave?” Robin asked, her eyes glued to Nancy’s hands, her fingers toying with the fabric.

“No, just a second.” Nancy pulled the pants on.

“Don’t forget the flannel.” Robin reached down to hand it over.

“Of course not.” There was a smile on her face as she pulled on the flannel. Robin had to admit Nancy looked great. She should wear Robin’s clothes more often. This was not going to end well for Robin. If she had been staring before, she surely wouldn’t look away now.

-

Nancy hadn’t stopped staring ever since they had gotten changed. There was something about this specific outfit that glued Nancy’s eyes to the other girl. She wasn’t sure if she should thank Steve or kick him in the balls. Maybe both.

But Robin just looked so good in her clothes. Nancy wished she could take them off her. God, she was pathetic.

“Robin, truth or dare?”

“Truth?”

“Perfect,” Steve said with a smile and Robin’s face betrayed her worry. “What do you think of Nancy wearing your clothes?”

“I think she looks great. She always looks great of course. But the clothes suit her. It’s different from what she usually wears, of course. They’re my clothes. But they look great on her too. Probably look better on her than on me,” Robin rambled, not once looking over at Nancy.

“What about you, Nancy?”

“It’s not my turn.”

“True, just thought you might want to share.”

“She looks great. She always does,” Nancy admitted, not looking away from Robin. Steve seemed content with the answer. There was a smile on his face that was too cocky to be good. If Nancy didn’t know any better, she’d thought he was up to something.

-

Steve was up to something. Robin would get her revenge. But first she had to survive this night. One she’d be spending alone with Nancy, in the same bed. She wasn’t sure how she’d survive this.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer?” Nancy asked, toying with the edge of Robin’s shirt that she was still wearing.

“I don’t care. Either is good.”

“Alright, I’ll take left?” Nancy took off the flannel.

“Sure.”

Robin would be fine. Robin would be fine. Robin was not fine. Nancy was undressing right in front of her and Robin was going to die. She grabbed her own shirt off the floor after Nancy dropped it and rushed out of the room.

When she returned Nancy was laying in bed, covered by the sheets. Robin joined her, only wearing her own shirt and her underwear.

“Goodnight, Nance,” Robin said, turning her back to the other girl.

“Goodnight, Robin,” Nancy replied, throwing her arm over Robin’s waist.

[fastcardotmp3]

🌻wip wednesday🌻

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bear au (part: eddie)

kas!chrissy au

max pov ronance

snippet from kas!chrissy 💜

There isn’t a lot of privacy at the end of the world.  Most of them aren’t just sharing rooms at this point, but beds. Air mattresses and pull-out couches and sleeping bags.  It’s more important, after all, that they’re all close to one another than that they have any sort of alone time or private spaces.  Nancy hasn’t minded it up until this point, finding comfort in being able to have eyes on anyone she may be worried about at any given moment should she choose, because she only took her eyes off of Barb for an hour and— She hasn’t minded it, is the point. It settles some ache in her to know that no one goes out alone. Sure, she spent weeks doing just that but it’s not like she isn’t facing the consequences of it now, no longer trusted to leave the Harrington home that she’s been relegated to because Steve and Jonathan conspired against her dodging their knowing and protective watches.  It’s nice, she thinks, to be worried about.  It’s a huge fucking nuisance what with the new developments in her life.  There’s something happening to her, not just emotionally although that is certainly something all-consuming all its own, but physically. It’s like now that she’s had Chrissy’s teeth in her flesh there’s this itch, this urge, and as much as Nancy tries to behave normally about it all, it’s a fucking hollowness that she can’t do anything but try to fill.  It’s especially difficult without any goddamn privacy.  Chrissy is there, Chrissy is around with her soft, cool skin and her lithe fingers and the poke of her forked tongue at her lips every time she smiles and Nancy wants, wants, wants to just reach out and touch. To hold and grab and grind—

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[cupidsintern]

we've met before, pt 1

ronance, slowburn in three parts

//

It started when she kissed Steve. Which she shouldn't have done. She didn't even really know why she did it. 

That was a lie.

She did it to feel something. Feel anything really. To see if she was the frigid bitch she suspected herself to have become.

She didn't have time to find out though, because, on the steps to his front door, in the warm summer evening, Steve shoved her off him. 

“The fuck is wrong with you?” was the first thing he said. Sweat gave the skin at his temples a gentle sheen.

I don’t know.

Nancy didn't say anything. She just looked at him, maybe a little surprised at how strong he’d gotten.

I don’t know what's wrong with me. Fuck, I wish I knew. 

“You can’t- Don’t do this again.” She’d never seen him this angry. Angry and. And hurt. And sad. “Don’t do to Jonathan what you did to me.”

“I…” Nancy hoped if she started talking, maybe she would keep talking, and whatever she said would be the answer. But she just stood there, lips chapped and parted. The scent of Steve’s hair stirred nothing in her. His lips had felt dry and cold. Maybe that was her lips. 

Steve shook his head at her. His disappointment stung. “You have to tell him.”

“It- it was one kiss,” She laughed nervously “It was an accident- a mistake. There’s nothing to tell-” 

“You tell him or I will.” 

Tears had sprung to Nancy’s eyes. Which was strange because she didn't really feel all that sad. She didn't feel anything. Except maybe tired.

Steve seemed to feel bad for her then (probably because of the tears) and his voice got softer.

“Listen, Nance. I don’t- I’m not trying to punish you or anything its just. You can’t treat him like this. He… He really loves you.” Then, even softer. “Just like I did.”

Maybe Nancy should have felt remorse. Or guilt. Or something more than… this.

She felt like she was filling in for herself. Phoning in being alive. And without thinking, or even really feeling herself speak the words she said. “Okay. I’ll tell him.”

But she didn’t say when.

-

Weeks passed. 

Nancy did nothing

She knew she should tell Jonathan. Resolved to do it every time she saw Steve when he would drop Dustin off at the Wheeler's after school, or anytime she had to return Holly’s kids tapes to Family Video. They’d see each other, lock eyes, and Nancy would look away before she could start to dwell on the mixture of pity and concern on Steve’s face. God, she must look desperate. 

She was, she supposed. But what for? 

Company. 

She always seemed to be home alone.

Home in her room doing homework. 

Home listening to Jonathan’s voice on the phone, pretending it was getting farther and farther away. 

Home in the living room, sitting across from Mike on the couch in mutual silence as the TV hummed across from them. 

Home in the kitchen, sneaking peanut butter sandwiches after everyone else was asleep. 

She hardly even went in the backyard. And she hardly saw anyone who felt like company. 

Mike was a permanent fixture in her life, just like everyone else in her family. Whether she liked it or not. 

Sometimes she thought about how her and Mike used to play knight and princess in the backyard. They’d conspire to save their parents from the evil creatures of the backyard, him with a poorly made cardboard sword, and her with a magic potion made of mud and leaves, poured into a old jam jar. They’d seemed to have so much in common. 

But Nancy would sit across from him in the living room, at the dining table, and think maybe today would be the day she’d actually have a conversation with him. 

But she never did. 

He wouldn’t be much to talk to anyway.

-

The world was very quiet when you spent all your time alone. A twig snapping felt like a gunshot. But it was only Holly, running in the backyard. The sound was enough to pull Nancy out of her thoughts with an uncomfortable lurch, as she remembered she was meant to be watching Holly. 

Her mother had taken to volunteering at the church in the afternoons, and “since you’re not doing anything, you can watch Holly.”

Nancy watched her little sister traverse the same backyard she had at that age. The air was still chilly, but Holly showed no signs of being cold, cavorting about so much her cheeks were bright pink when she finally came back into the kitchen, where Nancy was standing, nursing a long-cold mug of coffee. 

“Is that coffee?” Was Holly's first question. 

“Who’s asking?” Nancy replied, taking a sip. 

“Mom said you’re not supposed to have coffee. It stunts your growth.” 

Nancy rolled her eyes “I’m not getting any taller.” Then, “take your shoes off, you’re tracking in mud.”

Holly seemed glum after this exchange. 

Maybe that’s why Nancy offered to drive her into town. 

“Don’t wanna go into town.” Was Holly's reply. She was laying on the floor with her feet propped up on the couch. 

“I’ll take you to get a copy of The Dark Crystal.” Was Nancy’s counter. 

Dark Crystal had been deemed “satanic” by their parents, but Holly loved puppets, and had wanted to see it for a long time. 

The drive into town was affected only by a thick mist that didn’t seem to want to commit to being rain. Nancy honked at an old woman stopped at a green light, which Holly thought was endlessly amusing, and they made it to Family Video in one piece. 

Nancy braced herself for Steve’s presence, pushed through the door-

And he wasn’t there. 

Robin was. 

She looked up at Nancy and smiled. 

No, she was probably smiling at Holly- why would you think she was smiling at you? 

“Hey, Wheelers One and Three!” Robin said. “Looking for anything particular?”

Holly hooked both hands on the end of the counter as if to pull herself up to Robin’s height, but only managed to get her chin over the counter, and started talking about The Dark Crystal. 

According to Robin, this was one of her favorite movies. But maybe she was just being nice, since Holly was a kid. 

Nancy browsed the crime dramas, or pretended to. She felt the bite of jealousy that even Robin was better with her little sister than she was. Ever awkward Robin seemed to charm everyone Nancy had the hardest time with, she’d certainly charmed Steve-

“Did you ever watch Blow Out?” Robins voice startled Nancy. 

Robin, who apparently walked over a few seconds ago, reached her arm out- completely in Nancy's personal space- to grab a movie with John Travolta's face over the cover. 

“It’s supposed to be good but I never got around to watching it.” Robin continues. 

“I, um,” Nancy collects herself. “It’s fine. I think Travolta does a good job. The director is kind of. Overblown a lot of the time though.”

“Hm. Thoughtful review. No wonder you’re in charge of the paper.” Robin smiled, and put the movie back. She walked back to the counter with her hands in her pockets- she was wearing slacks again, like she sometimes did. As if Family Video was a formal event. 

Robin was ringing them up, copy of Dark Crystal clutched covetously in Holly's hands, when Nancy got the idea that Robin was a girl. Which sounds stupid but Nancy hadn’t really hung out with anyone her age who wasn’t a boyfriend in maybe. A year. And wouldn’t it be nice to just be around someone? However odd and slack-wearing they may be. 

And before she could really think about it much more, Nancy says:

“Hey, Robin. Do you want to. Hangout? Sometime?”

Robin blinked at her. 

“I figure we deserve some girl time, you know?” Nancy continued, feigning confidence, suddenly terrified Robin will turn her down. Or laugh in her face. “We’re always around the guys and we’re always you know, doing stuff. Might be nice to-“

“Have. Girl time?” Robin tilted her head. 

“Yeah you know like. Paint our nails, watch a movie. Maybe talk about guys.” Nancy tried her best casual smile. 

“I can for sure paint my nails.” Robin nods. “When shall we have this “girl time”?” 

Nancy can’t really tell if Robin is mocking her, or legitimately new to the idea but now shes in it. 

They agreed on tomorrow. 

Holly asked if she could come too.

//

pt 2 coming soon. probably tomorrow :3

[estelle-speaks]

Triple Dog Dare

a Ronance fic

I finally did it! here is my Lucy Dacus inspired Ronance ficlet. I have more but just wanted to post the first part right now but i will update soon. Hope you enjoy!

pt. 1

Nancy’s head slowly fell onto Robin’s shoulder and she stiffened up as she felt Nancy’s curls brush her cheek. The end credits of the film began to roll and Robin felt this was her cue to leave, feeling she'd already overstayed her welcome. The curly haired girl began to twist against Robin’s shoulder as she softly whispered “Nance? Um…I should probably get going, you look pretty tired and the movie’s over anyway.” Nancy looked up at Robin and readjusted her curls, “Oh, um yeah sure, you can go if you like...or we could go for a walk or something?” She said coyly, staring straight into Robin’s eyes. “Yes!” exclaimed Robin before coughing and correcting her tone to a more relaxed, “I mean, yeah sure. If you’re not too tired?” Nancy shook her head and smiled as she reached for her shoes next to the sofa. The girls crept towards the door, making sure not to wake Nancy’s parents. Robin stepped out first watching Nancy fumble with the lock before turning to her, smiling and shoving her key in her bag. “So, um what was the end of the movie about, anyways?” asked Nancy, Robin chuckled as she began to explain the movie that Steve had recommended to her. “Where are we going, Nancy?” asked Robin. “Well, there isn’t much open at this time in Hawkins, but I think the five and dime probably will be.” She laughed as she led the two of them down the street towards the shop. The girls laughed, picking up junk, laughing and nudging into each other softly as they walked the narrow aisles. Robin jumped, as Nancy gasps, “Ugh, I love this song!” before twirling off down the aisle. “Blondie?” asked Robin chuckling as her heart warmed watching Nancy dance care free down the aisle. “Yeah! ‘Here’s Looking at You’! You know it?” Robin nodded softly as Nance continued to dance, unaware of the kid behind the counter gawking at the brunette twirling past the shelves. Robin turned her lip at the thought of this guy watching Nancy like that, before realising she was doing the same thing so she dropped her head and watched her feet shuffle over the vinyl floor. “Uh, Nancy I really should be heading back now. My mum will be wondering where I am.”

“Oh, yeah of course. Sorry.” They both smiled at each other, before Nancy reached for Robin’s hand and interlocked their fingers, Robin stiffened up again and her heart began to pound as she felt the other girl’s soft hands graze hers. “Thanks for tonight, Robin. I’ve had a really nice time” smiled Nancy softly. Robin took her eyes off their intertwined fingers and back into Nancy’s eyes and let out a breathy, “Yeah. Me too.” Then they both pulled away and shyly said their goodbyes and went their own ways. Robin looked back to watch Nancy walk away, Nancy did the same thing, both girls blushed and quickly turned away. Robin took one more quick glance at the curly haired girl, and smiled to herself.

[roomwithanopenfire]

Fic ask game: 3, 4, 19, & 20!

adfasldkfjab thanks for the ask!!

3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?

Hmm, that's tricky because I feel like I write a lot of different kinds of things. I really like writing things that explore the characters we love from different angles. Which I suppose can mean literally anything lol

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

Sooo many. There's the third_crow and I've read literally all of their Marauders fics and their long soulmate AU that's updating right now is sooo good, there's foresthearts who writes the best Steddie fics including two amazing omegaverse fics which are honestly so good. And there's so many more that I couldn't possibly list them all write now. Literally every week I read a new fic that I fall in love with.

19. Why did you start writing?

I started writing first as a kid. I had so many story ideas that I just wanted to write them down. I've probably written dozens of first chapters of books and I wrote a small collection of Lego Ninjago fanfiction LOL and everything I've wrote started with me having an idea that I couldn't get out of my head. I stopped writing for a long time, once I realized that I didn't want to be any kind of published author at all. And the only reason i started again was because I had a fanfic idea that I could not get out of my head and that I couldn't find anywhere to read. Now the ideas just don't stop coming.

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of

These are always so hard to pick but here's four sentences from the second chapter of my Ronance fic

“We should just stay here forever,” Nancy said, softly—desperately.

“Oh, Nancy Wheeler,” Robin joked, “you sentimental romantic.”

“What?” Nancy laughed, glad the mood had eased.

“You want to stay, swaying with me on the rooftop, dancing to imaginary music. You’re a goddamn romant—”

[unclewaynemunson]

Time for Wingman Wayne (Ronance Edition™) part 6! | Read pt1 here | ao3 link

'Are you free next Sunday?' Steve asks Robin on Tuesday evening, when they're wrapping up their shared shift at Family Video.

'Yeah, why? Eddie didn't ditch your date plans, did he? Should I be mad at him?'

'No, don't be mad at him!' Steve exclaims. 'Date's still on. We just decided we should make it a double date.'

Robin arches her eyebrows at him. 'Do I need to remind you that I'm very much not dating anyone?'

Steve rolls his eyes in response. 'Yeah, I am aware of that,' he says. 'That's why we invited someone for you.'

'Um... Have you already forgotten how that worked out last time?'

'Yeah, and this time I actually know who we're setting you up with, so this is no doubt gonna be a success! She's really cute.'

Robin hesitates. She feels skeptical about the whole thing, but maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to actually meet someone new, because getting over Nancy hasn't exactly been easy so far and it's getting a little pathetic.

'Okay, yeah, let's do it,' she decides.

'YES!' Steve shouts out, in the same over-excited way he did back when she said yes to being set up with Mr. Munson's mystery match.

'So what's the plan?' she asks.

'Apparently there's this tea garden at the other side of Lover's Lake that opened this spring,' Steve says, and Robin freezes. Oh no. The tea garden. The perfect second date proposed by Nancy right before Robin told her how there was never gonna be a second date. Suddenly, this whole thing seems like an extremely bad idea.

'What's wrong?' Steve asks her, perceptive as always.

She can't tell him. Of course she can't tell him. So she plasters on a fake smile and says, 'Nothing! The tea garden it is. Um, are you sure Eddie is gonna be into that, by the way? Doesn't really sound like his kind of thing.'

Steve snickers. 'It was his idea, actually. He's way more romantic than he seems, you know.' His eyes start lighting up in that adorable yet slightly concerning way which warns Robin that a totally vomit-inducing monologue is gonna come out of his mouth. 'Last night, he –'

And yep, that's her cue to tune the fuck out of whatever story this is going to be.

Instead, she lets her thoughts wander to that stupid tea garden. She had rambled on about it for almost half an hour on Eddie's porch, so either Eddie totally forgot about that or had shamelessly stolen the idea from her without even realizing that a double date right there would be literal torture for her. And honestly, both possibilities are kind of rude of him.

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Sunday comes around way faster than Robin would have liked and she spends way less time spreading clothes around her room and squinting at herself in the mirror than she did the last time she got ready for a date. It just seems a bit pointless, this time. It's too soon. Fuck, she should've said no to Steve's suggestion when she had the chance. Because now she's going on a date while her heart isn't in it at all, and this girl might be genuinely cool but she won't stand a chance against the perfection that was Nancy Wheeler, and that's actually really unfair towards this new girl that she hasn't even met yet. God, she's probably gonna be super sweet and caring and funny and deserving of so much better than Robin can give her right now. Fuck this. She should probably call Steve and tell him she's ill or something.

But then the doorbell rings, which means Steve is already here to pick her up, and she has no choice but to face the music and go to the goddamn tea garden that's only gonna remind her of the one person she can't have.

She tries her very best to feign excitement when she gets into Steve's car. Luckily, Steve himself is too caught up in his own enthusiasm about their plans to notice Robin's weird mood. He keeps talking her ears off about how cute she's looking and how she'll for sure meet the love of her life this time. She suspects that he still feels guilty about the whole Nancy thing and that's why he's overcompensating, but it's actually just as sweet as it is annoying, so she decides to let it slide this time.

'So are you gonna tell me her name this time?' Robin asks when they stop at Forest Hills and wait for Eddie to get out of his trailer.

'Okay, so I actually do know her name this time, but I'm not gonna tell you,' he tells her, with a weird smile around his lips that tells her she's missing something.

'Oh my God, Steve.' She groans and lets her head fall against the headrest behind her.

'What?'

'You did something. No, don't look at me like that! What did you do?!'

'Nothing!' he exclaims, way too fast.

'Steve,' she says, deadpan. 'It's someone I know, isn't it? Wait, please tell me you're not trying to get me back together with Vickie, that'd be really awkward and I'm not –'

'No, it's not Vickie,' he's quick to interrupt her.

She squints at him, trying to figure out what exactly is going on in his brain. The look on his face is way too guilty.

'Did you set me up with Tammy Thompson?!'

He bursts out into loud laughter, which at least tells Robin that she won't be going on a date with her crush from years ago that Steve's been relentlessly teasing her about ever since he found out about it. That's good news, she supposes, because that would probably have been the single most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her and she might have to move states afterwards.

'What's so funny?' Eddie asks, flopping down on the backseat and pressing a kiss against the skin of Steve's neck.

'Steve won't tell me who you guys are setting me up with,' Robin states, turning around to face Eddie. 'Would you maybe care to fill me in on this little detail of my own love life?'

But Eddie only grins his signatory broad devilish grin while mysteriously wiggling his eyebrows.

'It's a surprise,' he says in a conspiratorial tone, which really doesn't help ease her suspicions in the slightest.

'Don't look at me like that Buckley, I promise you you'll like her, okay?' he says, his eyes suddenly all wide and innocent. 'She has Wayne's stamp of approval. If you don't trust us, can you at least trust uncle Wayne?'

Robin sighs and leans back into the seat while Steve drives them off the trailer park. She tries very hard – and fails, of course – not to think about what happened the last time she got set up with someone who had “Wayne's stamp of approval.”

Pt7

Taglist: @munsonsuccubus @messrs-weasley @shrimply-a-menace @booksandsience @sadcanadianwinter @mightbeasleep @theysherobinbuckley @bisexualdisastersworld

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Tag game: Stranger Things Edition!!

I was tagged by my bestie @oopsiedaisiesbaby. Love you!!💚💚

1. Ride or die ship (your otp): Harringrove

2. Most annoying ship: Mileven

3. Second favorite ship: probably mungrove (bonus points if I get the best of both worlds and it ends up as harringroveson)

4. Favorite platonic relationship: Either stobin or elmax. They're both amazing <3

5. Underrated ship: gonna go with elmax again for this one. Or Keg Boys. I feel like they don't get as much love as they deserve.

6. Overrated ship: normally I would say steddie, but I also love them, too, so I'm gonna say ronance. I can see it, but at the same time... meh?

7. One thing I would change in canon: a lot of the random, unneeded deaths. Bob, Billy, Alexei, Benny, Barb, Chrissy? I feel like none of those needed to happen for the plot to move along, and even if they did, like they didn't have to make them like an "Oh well, they're dead :/" thing. Like, they didn't deserve that. And even if they didn't do that, the way the other characters reacted to the deaths was kinda shallow, too. Like Nancy losing Barb would broken my heart a lot more if they didn't use her mourning as a plot device to make her lose Steve and hook up with Jonathan.

8. Something canon did right: the character dynamics. The way they had the kids fighting over petty shit while bad things were happening, how Dustin didn't have a dad so he latched onto Steve as an older brother type positive influence, the way Hopper had to get used to being a dad again and ask Joyce for help? All of that was just beautifully done.

9. A thing I'm proud of creating for the Fandom PLEASE BRAG ABOUT YOURSELF I WANT TO SEE/READ YOUR ART: All of my works on Ao3, but probably my favorite (at the moment) is my fic So Give Him Inches and Feed Him Well or my six fic series Cool To Hate.

10. A character who is perfect to me (wouldn't change a thing): Max, Lucas, Dustin and Will. They're all so sweet and funny and I love them.

11. The character I relate to the most and why: normally I would say Billy, but lately it's been more Max. She's stuck in a house with a jerk of an older brother who goes off like a volcano over the littlest things, though most of the time he's dormant unless he wants to annoy her, and she has to witness him and the only father figure she has fighting all the time. Getting into screaming matches, sometimes getting physical, and while in my situation it's more the son causing problems for the father, it's still bad. The only reprieve I get is when I'm out with my friends, and even though I still care about both of them, I'm starting to lose that love for one of them (in her case Neil, in my case my brother) because of how they treat everyone else and acts like everything is normal afterwards.

12. The character I hate the most and why: Karen Fucking Wheeler. How she can go from being a concerned, doting mother in season one to pretty much a sexual predator in the span of a few seasons, I'll never know. I could understand if she cheated on Ted and went after someone her own age, but the fact that she went after a boy no older than her daughter just makes me sick. And yes, Billy flirted with her, too, but come on. He's a misguided 17-18 year old abused kid looking for any kind of affection wherever he can get it. And Karen is the adult. She should fucking know better.

13. Something I've learned from the fandom: How to politely disagree with people and kill them with kindness. That's why I have an anti's ask pinned to the top of my blog, because I want people to know that I don't care who or what they like, so I'll respect them, but if they come onto my blog actively trying to start shit, I will not fucking stand for it :)

14. Three tags I seek out on Ao3: hurt/comfort, Fluff and Angst, and enemies to lovers.

15. A song I strongly associate with my otp/favorite characters: I made a whole playlist dedicated to Billy, so.... but if I had to pick -

For harringrove: In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier or Don't You Dare (Make Me Fall In Love With You) by Kaden MacKay

For Billy: Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco, Beautiful Girls by Van Halen, Bella by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Cherry Pie by Warrant. Also pretty much Guns N Roses' entire discography.

So, everyone I usually tag for these has already done it (I think), but on the off chance you didn't, I'll tag @thissortofsorcery and @half-oz-eddie , as well as anyone else who wants to participate!