#nancy x little reader

[sta7z]

🦋 My Little Butterfly🦋

Nancy Wheeler x Little! Reader

You were extremely tired after a really long D&D campaign. At the time Nancy was studying, she still is.

You stumbled up to her room as she sat writing a million Flashcards. “N-nace? Is you busy?” Nancy glanced up at you peeking through the door. “Aw, I thought I heard someone flapping up here,” she patted her lap “c’mere Butterfly.”

You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck as she softly caressed your hair. “My adorable little butterfly. Did you have fun?” You nodded, a soft yawn parting your lips. “m’ sowwy if i botherd you. M gonna go home…” You began to get up only for Nancy to gently grab your hand and give it a gentle kiss. “You know you’re too little to ride your bike right now, especially at such a late hour baby.” You sat back down on her lap, wrapping your arms around her.

“Shh Butterfly, it’s okay. Mama’s here, I’m here.” As she whispered sweet nothings into your ear you couldn’t help but drifting off into a deep sleep.

“I love you baby” is the last thing you hear before you fell asleep.

Authors Note: I’m still not good at fanfic writing yet 😅 I tried my best. I regress myself but if I got anything wrong please tell me!

[slasherscream]

Crazy Ass Girls Gang ft. what type of yandere are they

warnings: yandere behavior - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Tiffany Valentine / clingy, obsessive, manipulative 

You'd better be damn sure you want to be with Tiffany before you ever bring up dating her because there is no escape once you've embarked on the exciting journey of being her romantic partner.

But if we're being honest you never really had a choice. You think you met organically? Became close by fate? No, Tiffany saw you and wanted you and decided to have you.

It was love at first sight on her part.

You'll be friends for a few months as she weaves the inescapable web around you. Best friends, actually. You'll tell her absolutely everything about yourself. Learn everything about her in turn. It's pure bliss to have a friend like Tiffany. Supportive, charming, affectionate.

You can tell she loves you more than anything. Loves you more than anyone else has ever loved you before, and she isn't afraid to show it.

You probably already had a partner when you met Tiffany. She was heartbroken when you first told her. The heartbreak didn't last long. Why cry over spilled milk? She wants to take it slow with you anyways, make sure that this time every aspect of the life you build together will be perfect.

She's come in too heavy before. You can't rush perfection, her mother always told her. For you, the lesson is finally worth learning.

Everything can be a tool. In the right hands. And Tiffany's hands? Why, they're incredibly skilled. She uses your soon-to-be-ex as a diving board for your upcoming relationship with her. Even if you'd been perfectly content with the relationship until you met Tiffany, suddenly everything is awful.

Tiffany points out every mistreatment. Every cancelled date. Every strange tone they used when talking to you. Every shitty, unoriginal gift. Every moment they weren't enthusiastic enough about good news you had to share.

It gets to the point where you can't even look at them half the time. You'll end dates with your partner early just to go spend more time with Tiffany: "What do you think they meant when they said that, Tiff?" / "I think they forgot who they were talking to, sweetheart! They're lucky I wasn't around or I would've cut out their tongue."

Tiffany has you so wrapped around her finger she's not even the one who suggests the break up. She was still going to wait a month or two before she began to truly push.

But when you show up at her doorstep in the middle of the night, holding flowers and her favorite takeout, rambling about how you've been so blind and it's always been Her...

Well, she has to smile as she pulls you in, savoring the last first kiss your lips will ever gift another soul.

She almost forgot how good she is at getting what she wants.

Jordan Li / protective, obsessive, lucid

You're so sweet. It was the first thought Jordan remembers having about you. The beginning of the end. They haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that one fatal moment.

Jordan has plenty of other things to think about. Things that should outclass you in importance easily. Their ranking, Brink's careful mentoring, their grades. They tell themselves that it all still matters more than you but they know they're lying to themselves.

It scares them a little, how much they actually think about you. Not a minute can go by without their thoughts drifting to you.

Did you eat today? / Your next class is in ten minutes, let me walk you, I've got the time. / You were running out of your favorite perfume. Got you a new bottle. / You look upset. Did someone fucking say something to you?

They can't help the way they hover around you during every spare moment they can find.

Jordan knows your schedule by heart to maximize the amount of time you can spend together. It's a balancing act they have to play with their brain for the simplest of tasks: you can spend the rest of the day with Y/N but you have to finish grading these essays first.

They can't function properly when they go too long without you. They swing on their sparring partners too hard. Stare at the clock during lectures instead of listening. They rip textbooks and snap pens by holding them too tight.

Sometimes they have to give up and call you. If they can't go and see you for whatever reason the sound of your voice makes it better. Hearing you talk, the sound of you breathing, laughing. It helps. Calms the buzz beneath Jordan's skin. They dial your contact, glaring into space as they wait for you to pick up. As soon as you do their body relaxes.

They recognize that their behavior isn't normal. Always needing to know where you are, who you're with. Feeling sick when they don't know.

You're like a drug for Jordan. They know you're an addiction, the way you've crawled under their skin. No high on earth compares, and Jordan has fucking compared them all. They pull you into their lap, as close as they can get you and it's never enough. Nothing is ever enough.

"Please don't fucking go anywhere, yeah?" Jordan will mumble into the skin of your neck. Their grip on you is too tight, face twisted at the desperation they feel. It's not pillow talk. They're begging. Genuinely. They'd do anything to keep you this close, always.

"Of course not, Jordie." You coo back. They close their eyes and pretend the words are enough. Nothing ever is.

Nancy Downs / delusional, possessive, obsessive

As soon as Nancy wants you there's no other option for you besides her. You can either choose to go along with it or you can fight it.

Fighting against her is like fighting against the tide, though. You can tread water for awhile. Keep your head afloat, sure. But eventually you'll get tired. Nature wins. Besides, fighting against Nancy becomes unpleasant fast. Being hers is so much nicer. She's gentler that way, kinder.

You're allowed to have friends, she doesn't isolate you completely.

It's just your old friends sucked. They didn't appreciate you. Didn't look out for you. Selfish users just like everyone else. Moths are always drawn to the light, and she'll kill every moth that strays a little too close to you, before it ever gets a chance to singe itself on your warmth. It's a mercy, really. Living a life in the darkness and having one brief moment in the sun is miserable. Nancy should know. It almost drives her crazy when you're not around. If you ever left she'd want to be put out of her misery too.

Her coven, though? They're perfect. Her coven is a family. And you were the last missing piece of it.

Anything about your old life, the life before her, can be viewed as a threat at a moment's notice. Family. Friends. Memories you speak of a little too fondly. Even a hobby could do it. She wants your focus to be her. It's only fair, her only focus is you.

Even when she's not around. Even when you're completely alone you swear you can feel her eyes on you. Her magic drifting against your skin as if she was sitting right beside you.

Nancy's intensity can be scary but she makes anyone else's love seem dull in comparison.

Who else could love you like she does? Who else would die for you? Nancy wouldn't even have to think about it first. All she asks in return is for you to do the same. Live for her. Dedicate every breathe in your lungs to her.

It's not so hard, she'll lead by example.

Jennifer Check / manipulative, possessive, clingy

She couldn't give a shit about anyone else but you. Somehow you managed to sneak your way into her heart and she can't let go of you. Won't let go of you. You're the only thing that's keeping that small, soft, human part of her alive. You dragged that bit of her back from the grave she put it in, actually. So it wouldn't be fair for you to try and leave, after you made her weak again. Human again.

Her world revolves around you. Her priorities are her next meal and you. Of course she gets pissed off if you don't reciprocate her energy. Look at her, how could you ever put anything above her?

Jennifer wants you to be everything to each other, though she won't say it out loud. It shows in her actions.

You belong to her. Every version of yourself that exists in the world should belong to her. The version of you that you are when you're someone's best friend. When you're someone's partner. It's all hers. She won't let anyone else take root in your life in a role that she can fill. She'll do a better job anyways.

The enormity of her ego and the way she clings might seem at odds. She thinks she's a God walking amongst fucking cattle. But she sticks to you like a second skin. A hand always at your waist. Her lips always chasing yours, whining when you don't give in fast enough, when you don't melt like she does. Her grip iron clad when you hold hands. If you pull away too soon from a hug, from a kiss, she bites, she holds on with claws.

She coos at the marks she leaves on your skin and kisses all the scratches and bruises she leaves better. / "I'm sorry baby, you know I hate letting you go."

Carrie White / idolizer, protective, selfless

Not in her wildest dreams did Carrie think anyone could be as kind as you. People are cruel. Their first instinct is to cause hurt before they'll ever reach out a hand to help, to shield, to love.

But you're not like that at all. You're something ripped straight from a fairy-tale. The rare ones that her Mother let her read, that weren't hiding devil worship between their poetic words.

You're so patient with her. So gentle. You treat her like glass. You hold her close, and kiss her soft, and cup her face in your hands that are always so warm.

You say you love her in a breathless way, every time. Like even expressing how much you care makes you dizzy. As if she overwhelms you. She feels dizzy herself as she hangs on your every honeyed word. Clings to you every time you reach out your hands to hold her.

Carrie doesn't know if she believes in God nowadays, but if she did you'd be an angel sent straight from heaven. A gift, maybe, to make up for all the years of torment she endured from everyone she'd ever known.

She'd think you were some kind of God yourself, if you had any sort of abilities like her. But you don't. You walk around doing what's right, being good down to the marrow of your very bones just because it's who you are. You greet the world with your fists raised and you're only human, and it scares Carrie so much.

You're the last decent person alive and you'll throw yourself onto any pyre you see if it means doing what's right. Carrie loves that about you. It terrifies her.

So Carrie throws herself into the ring with you. Your sweet, gentle Carrie who you're always trying to protect. But Carrie doesn't need your protection. She's not the helpless little girl she used to be. She won't let anything hurt either of you, from now on. For the rest of your lives you'll be safe, happy. Together. Carrie would burn the world to ash if it meant not a scratch would befall you.

"You're an angel, Y/N. The most wonderful angel God ever made."

Ginger Fitzgerald / possessive, impulsive, protective,

Sometimes Ginger wishes everyone else in the world would disappear, besides the two of you. They're a hindrance.

She feels insane when she watches you. She feels her claws come out and makes herself bleed as she fights against the instinct to rip out every tongue that speaks to you, and every pair of eyes that's ever looked into yours.

She shivers when you claim her. The only time she enjoys being around other people now is when you're introducing her: "This is Ginger, my girlfriend." "This is Ginger, my partner." "This is Ginger, my best friend." "This is Ginger, my everything."

She loves being yours. Relishes in the way you say the word mine. She wants to lick the words from your mouth, the weight of your total ownership over her sweet and poisonous.

She wonders if you get the same pleasure from belonging to her. She wants you to. She wants to carve her name into your skin with her claws and have you moan at the first sharp sting of the letter G.

It's primal, the way she wants you. Beyond anything humans have words for. She leaves her scent on your skin and wants to growl when you wash it away with artificial soaps and perfumes. She sucks bruises into every inch of you that anyone else could see.

She wants you to do the same. Wants to roll onto her back and expose her neck, and have you bite so hard you draw blood.

Ginger's wanting comes with teeth. What she is demands she sinks her teeth into things, that she draws blood. Even when she loves you. Because she loves you, maybe. She needs to leave a mark on you. She needs to always be there. She needs the same from you.

Needs you to leave scars on her that she can touch when you're not around. Proof that you were there. Proof that you're coming back. You don't carve your name into things and then abandon them. When you own things you keep them.

When you're gone the world goes dim and cold. She couldn't survive in a world without you. She wouldn't even attempt it. What would be the fucking point?

"We're a pair. We belong to each other. Always, yeah?"

[harrywavycurly]

Hear me out: What if you’re Eddie’s twin sister and you start dating Steve and then randomly Eddie develops a crush on Nancy and they start dating, but because I love drama later on down the line when you marry Steve and find out Eddie is gonna propose to Nancy, Steve tries to lowkey ruin Eddie’s relationship with Nancy because he doesn’t want his ex girlfriend who broke his heart to be is sister in law. Is it realistic? No. Does this idea make me giggle? Yes.😂💖

[honeybeewritings]

cookie girl{n.w.}

✰ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: minor burns :( upset little

✰ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: caregiver!nancy wheeler x little!fem!reader

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 850 words

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get too excited when nancy comes home and burn yourself :(

✰ 𝐀/𝐍: this is my first agere fic and i'm still new to it but this is fun!! this is also a modern!au bc of paw patrol aso for @mad-elia

you were baking for your caregiver, also known as nancy wheeler, while you were big. it's fun! you love baking, especially for nancy since she always tells you how proud of you she is. she was at work and you woke up big so she didn't feel the need to call anyone to check on you.

you were starting to feel little around the time you knew nancy would come home. you were doing so well and you tried forcing yourself to be big.

bad idea.

you felt yourself slipping and you just let it happen. even little you knew to put on oven mitts when dealing with the oven.

you heard the sound of nancy turning her key and you knew it was over. it was the sound of jingling keys, the clicking of the lock... the smell of cookies... all the familiar things around you that triggered your little space.

you ran to the door practically running in circles, you were so excited.

"nancy! i... i made you cookies! and and and i... i..." you could hardly get your words out before the timer for your cookies went off.

"ooo! there they are!!" you said excitedly. before nancy could stop you you flung the oven door open and grabbed the tray of cookies with both hands, without any mitts to protect your hands.

you dropped the tray, stared at it in shock for a second, and looked to nancy with burning eyes and a wobbling lip.

"angel..." she said softly.

you ran up to your room and into the small walk-in closet that you and nancy turned into your safe space. you had to turn the knobs to open both doors your now pink hands hurt really bad. even worse sice you kept wiping your face in your safe space.

you cried for a good few minutes while nancy had picked up your mess, it wasn't bad but a few cookies came off the cookie sheet and broke.

"angel?" she asked gently, opening the door to your safe space. "you okay?"

no response, just sniffles.

"hey honey?" she asked, sitting across from you. "i need you to look at me hon."

"i just wanted you to be proud of me!" you screamed, throwing yourself into nancy. "wanted to show you i was big girl!" you sobbed.

nancy held you and rubbed your back, letting you sob and get your emotions out.

your sobs reduced to sniffles after a bit and you sat back to look at your cg. "love you nance."

"i love you too angel," she smiled. "come on, let's get you cleaned up."

she helped you up and walked with you to the bathroom. she grabbed your hands and saw just how pink they were and still could feel the intense heat even from hovering her hand over yours.

"nance no," you mumbled. "don' wanna hurts too much." you whined.

nancy shook her head at you. "come on angel, you wanna be better don't you?" she asked.

you nodded your head and offered her your hands. she directed you to stand in front of the sink and she stood behind you, humming softly.

"we need to keep your hands under for ten minutes. can you stand still for ten minutes?" she asked, holding her hands under yours.

you shrugged. "i dunno."

"well... if you listen and be my brave little girl then you can watch paw patrol and eat ice cream." nancy offered. she giggled when she watched your entire face light up.

"really?" you asked, amazed.

"mhm! only if you keep being such a good listener."

"yes ma'am!" you nodded.

"good! now let's get the lotion and-"

"the paw patol lotion?" you asked excitedly.

nancy smiled and shook her head. "no honey, i'm sorry. you need big girl lotion."

you pouted at her and turned away. "don' wanna be a big girl anymore!"

nancy got the lotion from under the sink and walked around to look at you. "i know but it's to make you feel better. you wanna be better right?" she asked gently, already squirting a bit of lotion into her hand. "remember? paw patrol and ice cream," she reminded you.

"oh yeah! thanks nancy!" you said happily, sighing when the lotion touched your hands.

"feel good?" she asked,.

"mhm."

nancy smiled a bit wider as she rubbed it in. "good. i'm gonna have to wrap your hands, is that okay?"

"ice cream?" you asked.

nancy nodded. "only if you're brave for me and let me take care of you."

"'kay nance!" you smiled, holding your hands out.

it took her not longer than a minute to gently wrap your hands. she gently kissed the bandages is led you back to the living room.

"alright cutie, as promised, paw patrol and ice cream." nancy said, getting the ice cream out in the kitchen.

"thanks nancy! love you!" you said happily, jumping onto the couch.

nancy shook her head with a small smile. "love you too angel. now go get the remote for me please."

[avengerslittleone]

powerful wittle cg nancy and cg Jonathan xlittle reader

one day Nancy and Jonathon was dropping off el to hoppers cabin when Nancy went in because she had to use the bathroom and she saw another spare room she saw a y/g sitting there with children's

toys and then hopper says well guess the cat is out of the bag this is y/n they are el's little sibling please don't tell anyone about them they are special they have a bigger power then el so we don''t want the government to take them el is so protective of them she has not even

told mike and Nancy i thought friends don't lie and el say's i know but i love my little sibling i would do anything for them that even means lie to protect them the only one who know about them is me dad and mama and Joyce and kali and now you so don't say anything and Nancy says i won't tell

Eleven says they is like this because of what papa and her husband did to them and Nancy says husband how who and eleven says Peter he was a nice orderly but he was subject but he was evil and they he tryed to kill them yes they is half of brenners daughter biology but that’s other half brenner says from some guy named the winter soldier and her mom is the black widow

Jonathan say’s like natahsa Romanoff and Bucky Barnes and Eleven nods and Nancy hold you and you say mama and Nancy says yes I am your mama see over there is your daddy can you say dada and you say dada and you drool and smile .

From that moment’s on you were her and Jonathan’s baby

[caroldantops]

touch me baby (tainted love)

ship: dark!nancy wheeler x reader; implied dark!ronance x reader

summary/request: nancy’s rules are meant to keep you safe. you find out the hard way what happens when you break them. (college au; post-hawkins)

word count: 2.5k

warnings: heavy dark tropes (18+, proceed with caution. dead dove do not eat. all usual spiels about not endorsing these things irl apply.), arguably yandere!Nancy, manipulation, gunplay, stalking, sexual assault (groping), drugging, implied somno, codependency, hurt/comfort but make it really fucked up, happy ending(?)

a/n: again, i need to emphasize that this is dark, and it is fictional. take my above warnings seriously. 

masterlist | monsterfucker celebration 2022 masterlist

As you exit the library, you're unpleasantly surprised by the darkness that greets you. The streetlights and lights from the city are enough for you to see where you're going, but that's not really what you're worried about. You're far more worried about the promise you always kept to your girlfriend.

Nancy is a lot of things. Beautiful. Insanely smart. Fiercely protective. And as paranoid as they come. She doesn't show it in the sporadic, panicked way that most people often do - rather, she has a laundry list of rules that she asked you to follow to keep you safe.

Remember to eat at least two meals and drink plenty of water. Don't go out partying without her (She never wants to go to parties. Calls them "bullshit"). Always call her so she knows you got to your dorm safe from class. Take study breaks. If you're hanging out with friends, tell her who you're with, when, and where. Never stay out late alone. Remember you're hers.

Some people would call Nancy controlling - and they'd be right. But, you never fault her for it. You suspect that these fears of you being in constant danger come from her life in Hawkins that she seems to spare you a lot of details of. She promised that she would tell you more when the time was right, so you didn't press. That was your freshman year. You're both juniors now, and you don't know anything more.

Truth be told, you like that Nancy is overprotective of you. It makes you feel warm and fuzzy, like the blankets on her bed that always feel fresh out of the dryer. Her praise and adoration for how good you are for her fuel you more than you’d care to admit. The thought of upsetting her devastates you.

That's why you've never broken one of Nancy's rules. Until now.

You swore that you'd never be out past dark by yourself, promised to call her if you were going to study late so she could come meet you and she could walk you back to your dorm or her apartment. But you've lost track of time tonight, head too full of theories and complicated academia that made your head feel so full that you were sure your skull would crack under the pressure.

The worst part is, this is the second time this week you've been out late.

Monday night, you were lucky enough to run into Robin, Nancy's roommate, about halfway home. She was the one person Nancy truly trusted to escort you to your dorm. That night though, Robin brought you back to her and Nancy's apartment instead, saying something about how they were going to invite you over to watch a movie anyway. You were a little confused why Robin was out and about if she had plans to stay home, but you didn't question her.

The air was especially chilly that night, and Robin noticed you rubbing your bare arms.

"It's not really t-shirt weather anymore, y'know," she said, and without a second thought she draped her jacket over your arms.

"I don't wanna steal your jacket," you mumbled. Though, you had to admit you enjoyed the smell of her engulfing you as you tugged it over your body.

"It's fine, I'm wearing a sweater. Besides, Nancy would insist," Robin hummed. You knew she was right. Nancy was always shoving a sweatshirt in your hands when you left her place, mumbling about how you were going to catch a cold if you kept this up.

Nancy was clearly not happy with you when you got back to her apartment, but she didn't say anything besides a passive aggressive comment about how she was going to make you carry a cardigan in your backpack when she saw Robin's jacket around you.

You assumed that she would talk to you about it later, when Robin had fallen asleep, but she never did. In fact, the night was entirely normal after that one comment - which all things considered, wasn't even that cutting. Especially since she's always nagging you affectionately about staying warm. Maybe she figured it wasn't a big deal and what mattered was that Robin got you home safe.

Naivety at its best. Everything is a big deal to Nancy, even if she doesn't let you know it.

Tonight, there's no Robin to walk you home. You're too exhausted to think straight, so you didn't even attempt to give Nancy a call before you walked out of the library, deciding to just go straight to your dorm and call her when you got there.

With school still fully on your mind, you're distracted as you walk the path back to your dorm essentially on auto-pilot. A few cars drive by the sidewalk you're on, but other than that, the streets are quiet.

Maybe it's paranoia, probably instilled in you by Nancy's constant warnings, but you get that creeping feeling in the back of your neck when you feel like someone's following you. You turn around, scanning the darkness for any signs of life. Nothing.

"Stupid," you mumble to yourself, quickening your pace a bit.

Unfortunately for you, the sidewalk is long overdue for repairs. Your faster pace makes you miss the bump in the sidewalk that sends you tumbling to the ground. You groan, sitting up and clutching your knee. Blood starts to soak through your jeans, and you wince as you feel the material rustle against the fresh scrape.

As tears prick your eyes from the pain and pure exhaustion, you wish that Nancy was here. She'd get you into her car and drive you home, make you sit on the counter as she cleans out the scrape, kiss your forehead and call you brave for only squirming a little bit. Maybe you'll stop in one of the convenience stores nearby and see if you can call Nancy to ask her to pick you up.

Just as you stand up again, after attempting to roll your jeans over your bloody knee to no avail, something - someone - grabs you. You try to scream, but a gloved hand covers your mouth before you can even think about it. The figure dragging you into the empty alleyway isn't large by any means, but you soon realize that there's another masked figure helping, grabbing your legs to prevent you from kicking.

The person behind you backs up against the wall, one arm pinning your arms to your sides as their other hand keeps your mouth covered. You try to bite their hand, but their gloves are too thick for it to do anything. You blink away the tears clouding your already limited vision to try to see the figure that just dropped your legs.

Before you’re able to kick, the one behind you positions their legs to spread yours apart, preventing you from fighting back. You tremble as the person in front of you pulls something shiny from their side. It takes you a second to realize what it is, and by the time you do, the gun is being pressed against your throat.

You wish you could see their face, but the combination of the ski mask and dark alley make it impossible to make out any sort of features. This face void of any soul is scarier than if you could see if they were giving you a frigid expression or a twisted grin.

They trace the barrel of the gun along your throat, cool metal causing you to tense. Neither of them have said a word, but you can hear raspy breathing from behind you. They trail the gun down your body, yanking your shirt up so that you’re forced to feel it against your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut as your chest is exposed, nipples hardening because of the cool air.

You want to squirm away as they grope you, but the threat of the weapon pressed against you keeps you frozen in place. They must realize this, because your limbs are freed from their grasp so they can both have access to your body. With your eyes squeezed shut, you don’t know who’s doing what, who’s pushing their gloved hands under your bra, who’s grinding their palm against your center.

Suddenly, your eyes jolt open at the feeling of your face being grabbed. You didn’t even realize the hand over your mouth had disappeared, having fallen silent on your own. Panicked, you almost attempt to make a break for it, but the feeling of the gun pushed between your thighs makes you stiffen again.

You’re forced to look at the person in front of you. Their silhouette is a much smaller frame than you would’ve imagined, you realize now. You don’t have time to think about it, though. They’re the last thing you see as a cloth is pressed against your face, and the world fades away.

The sound of a gunshot rouses you from your unconscious state, but whatever you were drugged with is very much still in your system, so your world was still spinning far too much for you to figure out what was happening. The last thing you register before you fall unconscious again is Nancy’s voice.

You wake up with a churning in your stomach, and you roll over slowly to try to get in a different position to ease the waves of nausea. The room is dim, and you’re still out of it, so you’re completely unsure if you’re safe or not. That question is answered as you feel a cool wash rag pressing against your forehead and a glass of water being guided into your hands.

Nancy.

You try to sit up fast because you’re desperate to see Nancy’s face, but she stops you with a gentle hand. She mumbles soothing assurances of “it’s okay”, “you’re safe now”, “I’ve got you” as she guides you to sit up against the headboard of the bed. The drugs slowly leaving your system make it hard for you to make out any sort of expression on Nancy’s face. She doesn’t say anything until you’ve gulped down almost all of the water and the glass is set on the nightstand.

“Remember when you told me that keeping guns at my place was overkill?” She sits on the bed next to you, pulling you against her. You melt into her touch, brain still processing everything.

“What happened? How did I get home?”

Nancy calmly tells you about how she and Robin were getting worried that you didn’t call, so they both went out looking for you. Tears start streaming as she solemnly describes that you were knocked out when they found you, and her voice sounds far away as she tells you how she shot someone in the leg to disarm them until the police came. That explains the gunshot you heard, then.

Once you’re feeling more steady, she gets Robin to help bring you to the bathroom. Robin runs a bath while Nancy inspects the scrape on your knee. It’s started scabbing already, but she still makes sure to clean it. You ask for a kiss when she finishes. She’d never deny you that, especially in your quiet, needy state. Nancy covers your face in soft kisses, from your forehead to your cheeks to your lips. It makes her happy to hear you giggle under the affection.

Robin goes to leave the room as you get undressed for the bath, but you very meekly tell her she can stay too.

“I’ve gotta go take care of something, then I’ll be right back. Okay?” Robin assures you. You nod, letting Nancy help you into the warm water and start washing you. She scrubs your hair with your favorite shampoo, and gently rubs a washcloth over your skin. You frown when she gets between your thighs and you realize you’re sticky down there, but Nancy’s washed it away so fast you almost think you were imagining it.

“I don’t want to press it while you’re still shaken up,” Nancy says as she starts draining the tub. You tug the huge, fluffy towel tighter around your body as you wait for her to reorganize all of your bath supplies. “But this is why I told you never to be out at night without me. I need to protect you.”

“I know,” you whisper. She stands and pulls you into an embrace, not caring that your wet hair is soaking her sweater. “I know, Nancy. ‘M sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about. But I’m not letting you out of my sight any time soon,” Nancy says firmly. You burrow your face further into her, sighing as you let her ground you, allowing her to take those flashes of memories of earlier tonight and assure you that you’ll never have to experience that again. “Maybe ever again.”

“I’m okay with that,” you laugh, but it’s more defeated than amused. Nancy smiles softly.

“Good.”

“Sorry, I had to…” Robin’s voice trails off. You turn in Nancy’s arms to look at her. She looks frazzled, but you suppose that makes sense considering everything. Her eyes dart to Nancy, and then she continues her train of thought. “Talk to the cops again. They were missing something from the report Nancy gave. I told them you didn’t want to talk, but they said they should have everything they need.”

You didn’t even know the cops showed up, but it must’ve happened while you were knocked out. You shake your head, affirming that you weren’t up for talking to the police. You trust that Nancy took care of everything. She kisses the crown of your scalp.

“Let’s get you to bed, babe,” Nancy whispers. You allow her to lead you to the bedroom, tugging on Robin’s shirt as you walk by her, signaling for her to come too. She hurries behind you.

Nancy tucks you in next to Robin after you’re in your pajamas, and the two of you are passed out almost immediately, Robin’s arms slung around your waist. She admires the scene of her two favorite people finding comfort in each other, taking her time with her own bedtime routine.

Wiping the little bit of makeup residue she still had on. Washing her face. Brushing her teeth. Changing into her silk pajama set. Turning off the lights.

As she’s getting into the bed on your other side, her foot knocks against something. She glares at Robin’s sleeping form, knowing very well who left her lockbox peeking out from under the duster. Nancy carefully pushes the metal container back underneath her bed, making sure the lock was snapped shut.

The last thing she wanted was for you to see the two pairs of black gloves tucked neatly underneath her gun. You’d certainly learned your lesson, so she was content in the knowledge that you would never need to see them again.

Nancy finally gets into the bed, pulling you against her. You mumble in your sleep, tucking your face into her neck automatically. Robin’s arm is still draped over you, her nose pressed against your shoulder. She smiles, lacing her hand with Robin’s resting on your hip.

Safe and sound.

[biggestsimponhere]

Guys i got rejected by my crush 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 But it’s okay now i’m gonna pour my heart and soul into angst fics so 🤗🤗🤗

Send in Angst requests!!!!!! 😵‍💫🔫

[jjtheresidentbaby]

omg since you rb stancy,, what about cg!stancy

they have so many rules for you to follow, but it’s just bc you are their baby!! they wanna keep you safe & happy!! always doting on you, rocking you, playing games with you, etc; sorry for thought dumping but they would be the BEST caregivers <33

Baby | Steve Harrington x Nancy Wheeler x Reader

Oh anon I love you anon, you are best best anon 💕💕💕

Summary: just Cg Stancy being adorable

Genre: fluff, romance (Steve/nancy)

Warnings: use of ‘mama’ to refer to Nancy, use of ‘dada’ to refer to Steve, tickling

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“How you doing baby?” Steve comes up to your side, rubbing his hand down your back as you sit on the living room floor waiting for your mama to get home from her newspaper session.

“Good, waitin for mama.” Steve hums, sitting on the couch behind you to watch as you move your stuffed animals around in an imagery game of princess and dragons.

“She’ll be back any minute now.” He’s correct as not even a moment goes by before Nancy’s throwing her purse onto the bench beside the door and her boots along with it.

“We’re in the living room babe.” Nancy’s smile is undeniable as she walks to press a kiss to Steve’s cheek then bend down by you.

“And how are you my little one?” Nancy’s thumb is on your cheek, brushing circles into your skin before she’s leaning to cover your cheeks and forehead in peppered kisses, causing giggles to erupt out of you.

“Oh I don’t get in on the kisses?!” Steve’s quickly hauling you and Nancy onto the couch, both of you laughing loudly when Steve starts to tickle your ribs.

“Dada! Stopppp!” That only has Steve going at you more, watching as you squirm under his fingers before Nancy’s situating herself upwards to start and do the same.

“Mama! No! Not you too!”

“Sorry baby, can’t give up a perfectly good excuse to hear that giggle!”

[little-aster]

hi hi hi!

i was wondering if i could have daddy!steve harrington x little!reader?

it can be about anything and preferably reader headspace (0-3) <3

Thank you for this request! I was really excited to write this for no reason…i hope you like it! I rewrote it 3 different times 😭. Also this is my first little space fic, so please let me know what you think!

Steve x Little!Reader

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You sat happily at a bench, waiting for Robin to get there, kicking your feet in anticipation. Steve had been sitting with you, waiting as well. In reality, he was just excited as you were - being able to see Nancy when it didn't include monsters in the mix.

Also please don't steal the banner.. thank you

Steve had brung you to the park so that you could play with Robin for the day. Nancy and Steve wanted you two to be able to play together while you could when you weren't off saving the world.

When Nancy and Robin got there, you immediately got up and ran to Robin, giving her a big hug, which she reciprocated. "Hi y/n! Missed you!" She cheered. "Missed you!" You smiled.

Steve has chuckled, walking up to the two of you. "hello Robin." Robin waved to him as she let you go. You let go of her as well, giggling, ready to play.

"Sweetheart" Steve grinned. "Aren't you gonna say hi to Nancy as well?"

You turned to Nancy and gave her a big hug "sowwy auntie nancy" you giggled. "missed you too!"

Nancy smiles, wrapping you up in a hug. "I missed you too little one. Robin has been asking me if we could see you for a while." She lets you go, kissing the top of your head. You let go of her, turning to your daddy. "Can we play now? P'easeeee?"

Steve nods "go have fun." And with that, you grab Robin's hand and start running towards the slides. "Be safe!" Nancy calls out.

While you and Robin were playing, Steve and Nancy had been at the benches talking away.

You and Robin were playing tag currently. You and you are it. You smiled as you chased Robin through the tunnel, down the slides, under the monkey bars.

"You'll never get me y/n!" She giggled. That only spurred you on, wanting to tag her. You had a huge smile on your face as you played.

Suddenly, you had gotten caught over your own feet and tripped. Once you fell, you ended up with scraped hands from trying to save yourself, and a scraped knee. At first, the pain didn't set in, and you quickly stood up, trying to shake it off.

That's when you saw the blood on your hands and left knee. And then you felt the pain. You started to cry, the pain being a bit too much for you. Robin ran up to you "Y/N, are you otay??" Then she saw where you had hurt yourself.

She grabbed your wrist gently and started to lead you back to where Steve and Nancy were. "don' worry N/N, momma and steeb will help you! They will make it better!" She walked you up to them, you still crying and sniffling from what had happened. As you saw your daddy, you started crying a bit more, needing his reassurance at the moment.

"Daddy!" You cried out, reaching for him. As he saw you, he gasped lightly "oh,little one, what happened?" He asked as he sat you in his lap, careful not to bump your irritated knee.

"We was playin' tag and N/N fell and hurt demself" Robin said, looking down at the ground, feeling ashamed as if it were her fault.

"Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. I'll bandage them for you and make you feel all better." While he was reassuring you, Nancy had come back from her car with a little box of bandages that she had (which was mostly for Robin since she ended up hurting herself a lot while little.)

Steve took three of the bandages and gently put them on your wounds. Once he finished that, he very gently kissed your knee and the palms of your hands. "Look at me,little one."

You looked up at him with teary eyes, some tears still rolling down your face. "you're gonna be okay, love. I promise." He kisses your forehead and gently wipes your tears away.

"You're daddy's big girl, right?" And you nod quickly. "M' dada's big girl…" you mumbled, sniffling lightly. Steve smiled, "yes you are. You did so good, I'm so proud of you. Go have fun baby, it's okay." You nod, wiping your eyes for the final time. "tank you dada and aunt nancy." You give Steve a kiss on his cheek and turned to Robin, who still had a sad look on her face.

"Don' be sad, Robbie" you smile. "I better now!" You grabbed her hand and ran off towards the playground with her.

[sta7z]

“The Antsy Butterfly”

ਏਓ ｡ ﾟNancy x Little!Reader ﾟ ｡ ਏਓ

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pt 1. (Sort of) https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/sta7z/693859858499469312?source=share

You sat at the table, your leg shaking rapidly. You struggled to write your final few lines. Steve was sitting across the room making sure you finished and didn’t get up. The lead of your pencil snapped, you asked Steve to get you another one, he left the room for a moment. “Little Bear I’ve got your-“ You were hiding under the table, sobbing quietly. Steve knelt down to meet your gaze “Baby, hey, what’s the matter? You know I’m not mad at you, right?” You nodded, “I- I jus don’ wanna do this anymowe. Can’t stay still! I- I- I jus” Nancy then walked into the room, “Steve what are you doing down there? Where’s Y/N?” Steve scooted over so Nancy could kneel down beside him. Nancy took one look at your tear filled face and her expression softened. “Butterfly, what’s the matter?” You explained to Nancy how hard it was for you to stay still, Time outs and sitting still for what felt like hours was torture- “A-an my hand hurts! I did awot of writing b-but it too much mama!” Nancy nodded, “Butterfly, I’m so so sorry. Mama might’ve been too harsh, hm?” You silently agreed, Steve nodded aswell. Nancy coaxed you out from under the table and sat you in her lap. “Baby, i love you so much okay? I’m sorry I was being so harsh. You’re just such a little brat sometimes!” You chuckled at Nancy’s remark. She hummed the melody of her music box as she wiped the tears from your eyes, “My cute little butterfly.” She sighed, love and adoration in her eyes. “Awwwww Meanie Nancy has a sweet spoottt~” Eddie teased, as he and Robin emerged from their hiding spots as they witnessed the whole thing. “Aren’t you two supposed to be cooking?” Nancy said giving them a glare. “Yeahhhh about that. You see we didn’t burn the food exactly, but it’s not exactly edible either-“ Robin rambled on, in summary, you guys would need to order a pizza.

[lizziecanrailme]

Studying & Cuddles

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x little!reader

Summary: You go to cuddle Nancy while she’s studying.

Warning: Age Regression

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Nancy has been studying for her final exam for the past few days. She tried her best to give you attention so you wouldn’t feel neglected.

That was quite hard, considering you were clingy most of the time. But you understood, and didn’t bother your Mama for most of the day. You tried not to be emotional because of her not spending that much time with you.

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Nancy heard a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in” she said without looking up, you slowly creaked the door open. You poked your head inside, looking inside nervously.

She looked up at you, taking in your cute appearance. You had on your favorite colored shirt and shorts, along with some stockings. You also had your clip-on pacifier and bunny stuffy.

You named it Nani, because if you were alone they reminded you of Nancy. She’s always found that adorable, you’d never go anywhere without them.

“Did you want something love?” she asked sweetly. You nodded your head, feeling nonverbal for an unknown reason. You walked up to where she was sitting in her chair. Then sat on her lap, facing her.

She was shocked at your sudden affection, but smiled. You grabbed your pacifier that was hanging from the clip and put it in your mouth. You snuggled into her neck, wrapping your arms around her shoulders.

Maybe it’s time I take a break

Nancy thought to herself, she leaned back in the chair. She felt your finger tracing her jawline, you looked at her with love in your eyes.

You continued to cuddle her until you fell asleep. She just sat and watched you. Your eyes were closed and your expression was peaceful. It may seem a little creepy but she couldn’t help it. She adored you so much.

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[harrywavycurly]

Hi Sarah! I’m just wanting some convos between reader and her friends about husband Eddie. I know she gossips about their relationship to maybe Nancy and Robin? 😂🥰

Hiii babes!!! Oh yes of course she tells Nancy and Robin details about Eddie and their relationship! I hope you enjoy these😂💖

-find all things husband Eddie here✨

-I put a 💕 next to the convos that are with Nancy and ✨ means it’s a convo with Robin

*Robin wants all the details on your wedding night but instantly regrets it*

✨ “wait wait…you mean to tell me Eddie Munson did all that? No fucking way…” “you’d be surprised what he’s capable of.” “But he’s just…such a pushover…” “I mean yeah but that’s…outside of the bedroom.” “So what as soon as the lights go out he turns into this assertive dominant…man?” “Why did you say man like it was a question?” “Because i’ve always thought he identified as like a string bean but what you’re describing is…well no vegetable I know can do all that.” “You’re so annoying.” “So it was good then? Like better than it was before marriage?” “Oh totally better than before we were married…I don’t know why…maybe something about getting to call him my husband or something?” “I always knew you two were freaks.” “You’re the one who asked how it was.” “Yeah…I shouldn’t have done that.”

💕 “I’m going to kill him.” “What did he do now?” “He ate the last fucking bag of hot Cheetos and I don’t have a back up like I normally do because he’s making me lay off them for a bit.” “He’s making you take a cheeto break? Why?” “Fuck if I know! Something about it’s not good for me or some shit.” “I can tell you’re really mad…want to see if I have any?” “No…I just want you to tell me if it’s okay if I kill him or not.” “No you can’t kill him…you’d miss him the moment there’s a spider in the shower.” “That’s true he is good at killing spiders…damn him.” “You can always tell Wayne that Ed is being an asshole…” “i can’t use Wayne for everything…besides Wayne will be on his side he hates my hot Cheetos addiction.” “Those Munson men…what assholes.” “Right? So rude…and can’t even kill them because they’re so useful…so damn annoying.”

✨ “I’m sorry you said he did what now?” “He almost caught his hair on fire using the stove.” “Like…on fire on fire? Or it just got singed a bit?” “Oh it got singed a bit and set the smoke alarm off.” “I bet it smelled like ass didn’t it?” “It did…so from now on he has to have his hair up if he’s using the stove.” “And here I thought Steve was a fire hazard with all the product he has in his hair but turns out it was Eddie I should’ve been worried about.” “Steve keeps his hair short for a reason” “oh that makes so much sense! So it doesn’t combust!” “Exactly.” “That’s your man though…brunt hair and all.” “Yup that’s my man…gotta love him.” “I mean I don’t have to…but I get what you mean.”

💕 “Nancy! Guess what Eddie just got.” “A new hair mask?” “No…he does need one though his hair is looking a little blah.” “I liked the one he used to make his hair all shiny.” “Same it was nice…but it’s not hair related.” “Uh…new seat covers for the van?” “I fucking wish…the cracked leather is so annoying to sit on but he’s stubborn and super picky so sadly that’s also not it.” “Okay…a new guitar strap?” “God you’re not good at this…it’s a tattoo.” “Oh of what?” “He got my initial on his ring finger.” “Shut up no he didn’t.” “Oh but he did….” “Holy shit that’s…kinda romantic?” “Right? At first i was like what the fuck is wrong with you? But the more I was looking at it…it’s growing on me.” “Yeah? You gonna get his?” “Hell no…I already have a bat that matches his…that’s about all he’s getting.” “Let me see the font he used for your initial….oh that’s cute…yeah I like it.” “Yeah he said it’s mainly because he doesn’t like to wear his ring while at work so this will help keep the bitches away while he doesn’t have it on.” “Keep the bitches away? Does Eddie…get bitches?” “I mean he got me didn’t he Nancy? Edward James Munson would shock the shit out of with how many chicks are actually interested in him…so yeah he has to keep the bitches away.” “Well whatever works…is that the only one he’s getting for you?” “He has my name on his side…but yeah I think that’s it.” “I forgot about the name one…didn’t he get that when you two were broken up?” “He doesn’t like to talk about it…but yes.” “Right I forget he’s sensitive about that time in your relationship.” “He’s a sensitive little metal head.”

[collectivecloseness]

Ok I’ve been working on some fics/blurbs rn, but Spotify wrapped day is here and I am LIVING for it. So if you send me a number between 1-100 and either a fandom (ST/Spree) or a character I’ll write a blurb about them x reader with whatever number it corresponds to hahaha

[angelbaby-fics]

Let's Go Trick or Treating - Stranger Things Edition!

[imkittyjustkitty]

fic idea i want input on !! <3

(for context, reader does not remember who they are, all they remember is that they died and authorities couldnt find out their identity)

mmmm thinking about jane doe from ride the cyclone inspired reader, like maybe the hawkins gang finds reader in the upside down and reader is just like a body without a head (everyone promptly freaks the fuck out) and then reader starts talking (queue even more freaking out). and idk everyone would probably promptly get the fuck outta there, but maybe these r the first ppl reader has seen in like forever so reader gets attached and follows them back through whatever gate and now theyre back in hawkins, but so is reader now

not sure what reader would do first, but reader still doesnt exactly have a head atm so reader prolly ends up at the sinclair's or the wheeler's, following lucas or nancy (& mike?) home, and ends up with the head of either one of erica's or holly's dolls. and congrats ! now reader has a head !! and reader would insist on carrying around the headless doll now bc 'they were nice enough to give me their head, theyre a real good friend', and, 'once i get my own head back i want to be able to give them theirs'.

my head is just full of thoughts about this and im so close to writing it honestly

also !! for names, what are people's thoughts ?

because i'd use john or jane doe for reader, but that would gender the reader , so any gender neutral alternatives ? or if theres an overwhelming response that people want fem or masc reader i can do that too !!

ofc we could also go with just using y/n as the name reader is given, but i was thinking at the end if theres a reveal of what happened to reader that y/n would be reader's real name ? idk tell me what you think !!

also do we want a love interest/a friendship focus ? like reader being the closest to someone the most out of all of the ppl reader interacts with ? i dont know !!

pls pls pls share your thoughts/answers to my questions!! and if you have any questions about the concept do feel free to ask :D

i have a feeling this is gonna be something im gonna be totally invested in i can feel the motivation !!

[noahmars]

Y/N: Do you want to know your gay name? Nancy: My... my gay name? Y/N: Yeah, it's your first name- Nancy: Haha. Very funny Y/N- Y/N: *gets down on one knee* And my last name. Nancy: Oh- oh my god.