#natalia dyer imagine

[infernalodie]

𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐲𝐞𝐫

“𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥“

Inspo: Frank Ocean - Pink Matter

Pairing: Natalia Dyer x Black!Fem!reader

Summary: Natalia being a brat wasn’t anything new, but you couldn’t wait to get to the hotel room.

Warnings: Smut! Oral (Natalia receiving), fingering, pet names, and brat taming.

Words 1087

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“People are watching.”

A dark laugh fell from your lips as your fingers continued to rub rough figures into Natalia’s clit. Hand having breached the hem of her sweatpants moments ago. Your other hand ran up her bare stomach and needily grabbed at her breasts. The elevator had grown warm from the heat that was spreading through your guys’ bodies. And the mirror in front of Natalia, hands placed on either side of said mirror, your guys’ flushed features showed.

“You mean the guy on the camera?” You inquired softly, fingers sliding through her folds and dangerously pressing against her entrance. About to push, but pulling away, hearing Natalia whine in protest. “I had some people deal with that, sweetheart. And with the elevator stopped, we have as much time as I want.”

With that, you grabbed the hem of Natalia’s pants and yanked them down with her panties. Kneeling down in your dress pants, and lifting up the back of her shirt. “Bend over, baby.”

She did as told, bending over and growing closer to her reflection. You smiled at the sleekness of her folds, glistening under the luminescent lights above. Dragging your tongue through her folds and poking at her entrance, Natalia let out a moan. Her legs buckled as her head fell forward, eyes finding yours.

You grinned mischievously at her before you disappeared into her heat. And when she felt your tongue push into her with your fingers lightly squeezing her clit, her mind went numb. A moan escaped her, bouncing off the walls of the elevator.

Before either of you had even stepped in here, Natalia had been playing a dangerous game on your date. Her foot touching you under the table, the eye contact, her somehow managing to slide sex into the conversation. It was all getting under your skin. But it was on the ride back to the hotel that she had slipped her hand into her pants and started touching herself. Not only throwing herself to the wolves, but putting herself in danger because you could barely pay attention to the road with how your girlfriend had been acting.

And now, this was what she was getting for acting like a brat. Something that wasn’t even new to you, but always pissed you off enough to put her through the wringer. But something in you said this was because both your guys’ work wasn’t close to one another. You worked on the new Top Gun movie whilst she’s been focused on Season 4 of Stranger Things. Making the time you two spend together very little to none. So, maybe this was her way of repaying you or herself for time lost.

Fucking in and out of her with your tongue, Natalia’s legs shook evidently. Her hands had curled into fists against the wall. “Y/n, d-don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” she begged pathetically.

Her hooded eyes refocused on the hand that ventured between your own legs. Seeing those familiar rings as you slowly rubbed at your own sex over the dress pants you wore. Natalia was itching to get a taste, wanting to know how much her behaviour had affected you.

When she needily pushed her hips back, wanting more, you pulled away. Silencing the whine that fell from her lips with your fingers diving into her mouth. She obediently sucked and licked at your fingers, making you smile. “Such a dirty girl for me, huh?” Natalia nodded, moaning as her eyes flickered shut.

Forcing her to stand up and flush to your chest, you allowed your hand to slide down her stomach and to her heat. Not giving her a chance to relax as you pushed three of your digits into her. Her eyes shot wide, groan muffled by your fingers as your pace was resilient. Wanting to create a war path in your goal to make her cum.

“Y-Y/n!” She cried, dribbles of spit dripping from her smooth lips. You only smirked in amusement, grinding your palm roughly against her clit. Enjoy every little moment of your minx falling apart in front of you. So innocent on camera, but such a dirty slut when no one else was around you two.

Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, you licked her pale skin. Removing your fingers from her mouth, that was the floodgate allowing all her moans and cries to fill the metal box. “If you don’t cum before we get to our floor, I’ll let you ride the strap, princess.” You grinned at her shocked features, disabling the emergency stop button, and starting the countdown.

You worked like a feign as Natalia did everything in her power to hold off on cumming. Hands desperately grabbing the rails along the walls and biting harshly down on her bottom lip. Trying to block out the pleasurable feeling of your three fingers thrusting into her with your calloused palm brushing over her clit nicely. Your fingers curled, pressing against her sweet spot constantly.

Natalia was beginning to feel the strain in her stomach, the euphoria beginning to build as tears slid down her cheeks. “You gonna cum, baby?” You whispered in her ear, the slapping of your hand against her clit being heard. She shook her head, whimpering with her eyes rolling back. “Five more floors, kitty.”

That nickname sent a flurry of arousal to Natalia that put her mind in a numbing haze. She didn’t know what was happening, but she felt euphoria shoot through her like a current. Colours filled her vision as she felt shivers run up and down her body.

For you, you saw your girlfriend’s eyes roll back as her legs completely gave out as she screamed out. Thankfully, one of your arms was wrapped around her stomach, able to carefully lower her to the ground and sit between your legs. Hers shook and trembled as carefully rubbed her clit, lowering her from her high.

When she came to, her hooded eyes saw her reflection with her legs spread, displaying the mess at her apex. And her eyes flickered up to you, finding you sucking on your soaked digits, staring directly at her the entire time.

“You came before we made it, Natalia,” you said. Natalia looked up to the floor number and sure enough, you two were at the highest level. She looked back at you fearfully as you grinned mischievously, cupping her jaw and kissing her pulse point. “I hope you have nothing planned tomorrow, because I’m filling every hole of yours.”

[eskawrites]

sometimes i still think about the fact that nancy is one of the most powerful, plot-critical characters in stranger things, and how she has led her own arc every single season--from driving the search for barb to taking down the lab to figuring out the flayed to being a fucking general by the end of season 4. and about how she was taking care of the kids during the last half of s3 and how she was the leader of the hawkins group in s4. like, i really cannot emphasize that enough. once the main character with superpowers and the actual war veteran chief of police are out of town, nancy is the unquestionable leader. the person everyone turns to without thinking twice. i’m serious. nancy is a teenage girl who has her every move questioned and doubted and still the only people more powerful than her in the show are a girl with superpowers and a war vet.

and when danger--physical danger--shows up, she doesn’t fucking hesitate. she’s diving straight into the upside down. she’s leading the older group to safety again. she’s shoving aside the 5 different traumatic experiences she just witnessed to put together a multi-step military operation and she’s taking point to go shove a shotgun in vecna’s face. and yeah, they end up not being alone when they face vecna because el is there, but nancy doesn’t know that. she’s fully intending on going to kill an adult man who has control over an entire dimension and has been murdering people with his mind, even though she has no backup, no superpowered el, no hopper and his government contacts, nothing.

and yet.

AND YET

the vast majority of natalia dyer’s press for s4 was about a love triangle. and i get it, a lot of interviewers can’t get away with not asking those questions, but you know what else you could ask about? nancy’s growth over the last 4 seasons. how it felt being the leader of the hawkins gang. how she thinks nancy feels after losing another friend. what was running through her head when vecna had her. what her thoughts are regarding nancy’s plan, or what’s going through her head during that final scene when she’s *checks notes* standing behind the show’s protagonist and looking at The Plot as it rises from the ground.

or, i don’t know, ask her what it’s like being the person handling guns on set. what those upside down night shoots were like. what her thoughts are on nancy’s choice of college! what she thinks about the perm! for fuck’s sake there are only a thousand different questions that would’ve been far more interesting or at least personal to her character. but no. every interview boils down to team steve or team jonathan, as if a tired, already resolved love triangle is anywhere near as interesting as literally any other part of her character

[infinite-orangepeel]

*pst, pst* earth to nancy wheeler !! it’s her, she’s the gay girl who will

[fandomnerd9602]

Natalia Dyer X Male reader

pls!!

Y/N: so what’s next?

Natalia: what?

Y/N: final season’s wrapped. So what now? Whatever you wanna do next, I’m here for you

Natalia hugs Y/N…

Natalia: I don’t know. But as long as I’m with you, I’m not afraid.

[mayahawkeslay]

if you squint hard enough, it’s ronance

[nancys4gf]

sharing a bed with nancy for the first time

summary: sharing a bed with your girlfriend nancy for the first time

pairing: nancy wheeler x female reader

warnings: none

note: i'm so in love with nancy and also so touched starved lmao, enjoy!!!! she looks so cuddly in that gif :(

nancy is tiny, she doesn’t take up too much space

but she’d be stiff as a rock, lying straight on her back, her arms on her sides and legs pulled together

she asks if you want to leave a light on, and you say yes, just to look at her for a while longer

she doesn’t know why she’s so nervous, you two have been dating for a while

but this a new kind of intimacy she's not used to

she has slept in the same bed with other girls before, but they were just friends. this is different. she wants to touch you and be close to you in ways she has never felt before

you lie on your side, asking her about her day in an attempt to distract her and calm her down

she starts talking about a book she’s reading or about something she’s written for the paper

and you want to keep listening to her, you really do, but her voice is so soothing that you can’t help it when your eyes start to close

she notices this, and slowly stops talking

“keep going, i’m listening,” you mumble, and she giggles

“you’re falling asleep, baby.”

“‘m not. see? wide awake.” you pinch your cheeks and look at her with exaggerated wide eyes

she smiles, finally daring to move closer to you

she’s so warm and soft and she smells so nice that you have a hard time trying to steady your heartbeat

she had just showered and she smelled like a mixture of vainilla and coconut and jasmine

you stare at each other in silence. she has that look of love and adoration in her eyes that she saves for you and only you, and it makes you melt

you lean in, planting a short peck on her lips

she relaxes against your lips, and practically whines when the kiss ends so soon

nancy doesn’t let you pull away, her hand finds the back of your head and she’s moving you even closer, kissing you properly this time

when you pull away, you’re glad you decided to keep the lights on, because she has the most adorable pink flush in her cheeks

your bodies are fully touching now, and she tentatively wraps an arm around your waist

“is this okay?”

you nod, and nancy interlocks her legs with yours, nuzzling up against the crook of your neck, leaving soft kisses in your skin

“you smell nice.” she whispers against your skin

you play with her hair with one hand and draw invisible figures on her bare waist with the other, since her shirt had ridden up a little when she moved

“you just spelled out your name.”

you smile, placing a kiss on the top of her head

“mhm.”

“why? because i’m yours?” she teases.

“do you want to be?”

“i am yours already,” she raises her head just enough to kiss you. “always have been.”

[spiderfunkz]

✧.* coffee

— summary : in which you meet a pretty customer while working as a barista in your local coffee shop.

— pairings : nancy wheeler x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : tooth rotting fluff, coffee shop au, modern au(?), sorta set around s3 but canons off the table again, the typical love at first sight stuff, foul language, robin is readers coworker, messy plot & writing.

a/n : this is so cute so thank u for the idea jas ^^ hope u like this little blurb <3 also i don't know shit about coffee oops.

summer of 85' was suppose to be like some kind of rom-com you've imagined.

but here you are at 8 am, working at the local coffee shop to get some extra change, and the sounds of the old coffee machine breaking up was already annoying you.

your coworker aka the only other person here, robin who you've been getting really close with now, was ranting about the pretty person she met a few days ago.

"i'm telling you, y/n, they're really pretty, their hair is like molly ringwald, and they have amazing taste in movies." she continues. "i can look like molly ringwald." you joked, "but you've only met them once robin, they could be an axe murderer or something." you shrug.

"yeah but we had like a chat and stuff, they seem nice." your coworker stated, "that. only happens in movies, beware." you joke, getting interrupted by the welcome bell.

you roll your eyes at robin mocking you before approching the girl infront of you. "hi! welcome to bear brews, what can i get for you?"

"hi, can i get uh-" she paused, looking at the menu screen above you. "actually, what do you recommend here?"

the stranger looked incredibly gorgeous, you were love struck to say the least. her makeup was flawless and her hair was neatly clipped into a small ponytail.

you realize you were probably staring, "oh sorry, uh well are you looking for americanos or lattes or?" you asked. "oh uh, anything with caffeine little or big, up to you." she replied.

"okay, uh does a caramel macchiato with oat milk sound good? it's one of my favorites. i can upper the caffeine level to your liking if you want." you smiled. "yeah, that sounds good!" she smiled back. "the names nance by the way- nancy." she continued.

"pretty," you blurt out — "the name, your name is pretty, sorry uh." your face turns pink as you fumble your words. "sorry, i'll ring you up. your totals $3.75" you smile, "it's alright, thank you so much." she smiles, handing you the money.

you give her, her change before walking towards robin again as nancy sits in one of the seats.

the shop was empty, it was early and most people already made their coffee from home. it's quiet, most of the noise coming from the probably broken coffee machine, robin ranting, or the faint background music you probably forgot to turn on.

"that only happens in movies." robin laughs, "i just saw you go head over heels over a person you just met by the way!" she continues.

"i wasn't-" you paused, "i didn't know a literal princess would be entering a hawkins coffee shop!" you say, a bit too loud maybe.

"go talk to her." robin points.

you thought about it as you made her the drink, ringing it up as soon as your done.

you build up the courage to talk to her when she got up to get the drink, and the talk slowly became a conversation.

you've gotten to know the girl, turns out she works at the hawkins post a few walks away from where you work. her job doesn't start for another hour, and she's already got everything prepared for her 'coworkers' she explained as well, while drinking the coffee you suggested.

time passes and she has to go back.

"it's really nice talking to you, nancy." you smile. "yeah, it was nice talking to you too, i will 100% come back here." she smiled waving before sending you a wink.

you smile before turning to robin who has been behind the counter the whole time. "only in the movies?" she asked as you chuckle, "i change my mind."

[robin-buck1ey]

Them. That’s it, that’s the post.

Dare I say mothers like daughter? (In context of ronance + max)

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

You Weren't There || Nancy Wheeler

SEQUEL TO: You Were There

PAIRING: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Adopted!Harrington Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Platonic!Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley x F!Platonic!Adopted!Reader

GENRE: A cup of fluff, a pinch of angst, and a sprinkle of doom ~~☆

WARNINGS: reader is fem coded, but no actual pronouns are used. vol. i and vol. ii spoilers, mentions of (canon) death/injuries

A.N: girl help, something in me keeps saying to make this a blurb series and it's getting harder not to listen

SUMMARY: After a long and stressful visit to Cali visiting family (whom you didn't get to see very much of) you return with Will, Jonathan, El, and Mike to your home in Hawkins. There you are reunited with your friends, your brother, and girlfriend Nancy. Her and Robin's newly kindled friendship has come to many a surprise, and you were no exception; but evidently its not quite the shock Robin had when she discovered who you were dating.

You weren't there. Nancy thanked God you weren't there. And yet, she wished with all her heart you were; you and Mike. Just to hold you two again in her arms and know you both were safe.

Hawkins was on the brink of total collapse and you, Mike, Jonathan, and his family were (hopefully) far from any kind of danger.

You weren't there when it started. Chrissy and Fred's murder, Victor Creel, the angry mobs, Vecna—all of it. And shit... Max. How would she tell you? Nancy knew, like your brother, you loved the kids. But you always had a bit of a soft spot for Mayfield. She knew you would find a way to blame yourself somehow; that you weren't there. But you didn't know, and you surely hadn't seen how powerful he was. Nancy prayed you never would.

You weren't there because you had left with Mike to Cali to visit family. Steve had nearly gone with you but he couldn't get out of work. Had he, Nancy would have had to worry about one less person.

At least it had allowed her to befriend the famous Robin Buckley; official best friend to the Harringtons and a girl you wouldn't quit talking up. 'Robin said the funniest thing today, I totally thought of you,'. 'Nance, I'm telling you, you have a lot more in common with her than you might think.' etc. It wasn't that Nancy was jealous; she trusted you completely. But sometimes she couldn't help but wonder just what could have bonded you two so that would make you want to introduce the two of them so badly.

But damn it if Robin hadn't grown on her. It might not have been the easiest thing for Nancy to admit, but the more she got to know Robin—the more Robin got underneath her skin, chipped away at her patience with all the grace of a jackhammer—the harder she found it to push her away. There was just something infectious and addicting about Robin and her runaway attention span and quick wit. She could keep up with Nancy in a way others couldn't, and her strictly Platonic-With-a-Capitol-P friendship with Steve had certainly brought out a fresher side to him. Even better, Nancy found the two of them had something very important in common; you.

Nancy first noticed it in the first 15 minutes of alone time with Robin. The ride to the library was not one spent in easy silence. Between the rapid flipping through the radio stations, the flipping of the sun visor up and then down and then up, the tongue-in-cheek humor, and—oh, hell—now the feet on the dashboard. Here, she thought it was just you.

You weren't there when Robin and your brother followed her into her room in her search for a disguise. Had you been, she was certain with the two of you there, Steve would have been worn down twice as fast.

"You have a Tom Cruise poster," she had chortled, coming to a full stop having barreled into her room. Then came a shit-eating grin she had seen in you once or twice. "You have a Tom Cruise poster,"

You weren't there, and yet she heard your relentless teasing as if you were glued to her side. ‘I see Tom Cruise is still here.’ At the time, your arms had wound a gentle but almost possessive hold around her torso that she had a hard time admitting she enjoyed. Your smirk had been audible despite it being buried in the back of her shoulder. ‘I certainly hope this means I don't have any competition.’

At the recollection, Nancy's face had ducked down to the floor in an involuntary effort to hide the heat in her cheeks, though not for the reason Robin likely suspected. Mercifully, the topic had changed and their evolving plan recaptured everyone's attention.

You weren't there for the trek through the woods to Skull Rock, wherein Nancy finally made your wish a reality; Robin Buckley was her friend. She was surprised at how easy it was to accept. Nearly as surprising as her almost admitting the nature of your relationship. Sure, maybe Robin knew you were into girls, but she didn't know Nancy was. And Nancy had no knowledge Robin was either. They were completely oblivious. And it remained just so when Steve had called out in victory upon arrival to (the correct location of) Skull Rock, unknowingly cutting off Nancy's confession.

And once more, Nancy would thank her lucky stars you hadn't been there when they found themselves in the middle of Lovers Lake. Dustin's theory had brought them here, the four of them squashed into a tiny little rowboat in search of Watergate; herself, Robin, Eddie Munson, and Steve. Your brother. There was an aching ball of fear lodged in her ribcage as he prepared for the dive. (There was also a strange feeling of being watched).

"Steve," she had said, somewhat shocked at how small her voice came out. "Be careful."

A look was shared between them, one filled with meaning. Sure, they had a history, but those feelings had long since burned away, leaving behind nothing but mutual love and respect. Though maybe not in the way it once had been. Simply put, this was her friend, and she was his. And both of them knew what he was about to do was not in the least bit safe. Nancy couldn't lose Steve any more than she could lose you.

His solemn nod told her he knew. And that he would. For her, and you. And with that, and an impressive form, Steve had dove into the unknown.

The wait for his return had been hard. But thanks to Robin, not completely unbearable. Her faith in Steve was well placed, but the unknown that waited for him in that damn lake is what had left Nancy so uneasy.

"You know," said Robin, hands glued to the rim of the boat and peering down into the black water. Nancy knew just enough about Robin to recognize about two or three of her nervous ticks had come out as she said this, but couldn't quite pinpoint what they were. "The average adult can hold their breath for three to five minutes. A-and Steve has experience. So probably longer. He'll be alright,"

Nancy took another look at the girl across from her and felt a sudden rush of gratitude. Of course, Nancy knew Robin was trying to reassure herself as much as she was anyone there, but that wasn't what brought her comfort. Oddly enough, it was the worry. If there was ever any doubt behind Robin's "platonic with a capital p" speech, it had just been obliterated by the shake in her voice Nancy herself had just been fighting. She knew now, for certain, the matter regarding Steve's safety was of great importance to more than just herself and you. That what was brought her comfort.

And it was just their luck the overwhelming comfort of Steve's return to the surface was then immediately sunk. Right along with him. That wait was just too agonizing to endure. Nancy didn't fear whatever the hell just yanked Steve back under, she feared what would happen if she didn't dive in after him. So she simply didn't allow it to take him.

The only thing to delay her was the sudden but gentle tug on her arm from Eddie, telling her to wait. "You're not going in there, are you?" Maybe Eddie had been afraid of what may happen to her and Steve, maybe he was afraid of being down two people so quickly. Or maybe it was both. But Nancy didn't have time for either.

"Just wait here," she ordered before disappearing beneath the water with a splash. And ignoring the fearful pleas of her name tearing up Robin's throat.

"Nancy!" It had been a shriek filled with worry, and it had been the last thing she had heard before the rush of water around her as she swam to the bottom of Lovers Lake with a dangerous amount of adrenaline.

Not five minutes later, the four of them reunited and stood panting on the floor of a barren Lovers Lake located in the Upside Down, a flock of what appeared to be demo-bats scattered dead at their feet. They had narrowly escaped death (again) from the welcoming party that waiting for them on the other side of Watergate, and it was then three of those four had another reason to be grateful for your absence, as much as they missed you.

You were on Steve's mind often, particularly when it came to the dangers he feared you coming home to. Robin, like her friends, was grateful you weren't around for the dangers, but on more than one occasion, found a part of herself wishing you were—your curiosity and unique way of looking at any problem surely would have sped the Creel investigation along. And Nancy thought of you, for the same reasons. And not without absolute certainty, Mike was with you, and you were protecting each other. She couldn't say for sure what told her you and Mike weren't without your dangers in California, other than past experiences. But she hoped you both were safe.

Utterly convinced her luck couldn't be pushed anymore, she stood gaping in her driveway at the brazen horn of a pizza van came barreling up the cul-de-sac to deliver to her Mike and you (not pizza, as the van's advertising would otherwise suggest). And not just you; Jonathan, Will, and El. Even who she could only guess to be the infamous friend Argyle she had heard so much about from Jonathan.

Everyone was here and everyone was alive.

You and Mike were alive.

Four years now of escaping monsters and still Nancy is certain she has never moved that fast. She was in your arms in an instant, swept quite literally off of her feet and in your arms. Her smirk was smothered deep in the crook of your neck, where she could hear—where she could feel—the vibrant laugh bubbling up your throat. It was music to her ears.

Her feet returned to the ground but she would never have felt it; as far as Nancy was concerned at this moment, her relief had her floating.

Her hands were secured on the sides of your face, palming gently at your jaw and temple as she inspected you and unintentionally spoke the

-"Are you okay--?"

-"Are you okay--?"

The two of you laughed.

Nodding, she gave you a knee-buckling smile—one of relief and sheer joy as she looked at you. She looked at you like you hung the moon, and you knew she was seeing the same look in you. "I'm okay," she swears, melting when you clasp your hand over hers where it is on your face. "I'm okay. Are--?"

"--I'm okay. Really," you promise, and it's like another breath is rightfully returned to her lungs.

"A-and Mike, he's--?" You follow Nancy's eyes over your shoulder at Mike a few feet away. He's trapped in their mother's grip—it's anyone's guess she's not letting him go any time soon.

"Safe," you smile. "A little scarred, probably, but I think that ship sailed for all of us ages ago," she doesn't laugh at your comment, because she knows it's not a joke. But that hasn't stopped her smile. But the sight of yours falling did.

Your eyes weren't on her anymore, they were frantically scanning the yard with rising panic. "Steve. What about Steve, is he okay?"

Nancy nodded instantly, and yet it wasn’t fast enough for her standards. "Yes! Yes, he's okay! I promise. He--" she was looking too now, not daring to let go of you for even a second. "He was just--"

Steve, damn his timing, had just gone inside with Robin to grab another box of donations for the car. He had just missed you. And yet, thanks to that same timing, he came waltzing out of the house—donation box in hand—and right into your line of sight with Robin on his tail. Locking eyes, you watched him freeze where he stood. The donation box—thankfully, nothing but kitchen towels and old placemats—was dropped to the concrete and forgotten in his dust.

Another laugh of relief was released from your lungs as Steve met you in a bone-crushing hug. Literally. No sooner had he tackled you in a fierce and protective hug did you catch the sharp wince he was trying so hard to hide from you. Thanks to his years of athletic injuries (and the past three years) you always knew when your brother was trying to downplay his pain for your sake.

"What? What happened? What did--?" You asked immediately, trying to break free from his hold and save him from himself. He wasn't quite ready to let you go. "What did you do to yourself?"

"You're okay," was all he said as if he hadn't heard you. He just hugged you tighter, and you caved. You missed him so much, and the worry for his sake (and Nancy, and everyone else for that matter) had been eating you up inside.

"Yeah," you smiled. "I'm okay,"

Nancy was still beaming as she watched you two. Even when you broke away, immediately you began a search over your brother for evidence of injury.

"Now what the hell happened?"

He shrugged, left hand going to his abdomen and rubbing at it with a wince. "Ah, you know, same as usual. Got my ass handed to me. What else is new?" He nodded to your forehead, where there remained some traces of dried blood you had missed.

It was your turn to shrug, stepping back into Nancy's touch that hovered over your lower back, the two of you gravitating back to each other's sides. "Ah, you know, same as usual. Kicked some ass, took some names. What else is new?"

They laughed and said nothing more of it. But both Steve and Nancy had noticed that the usual light in your eyes had dimmed another shade.

"Thank god one Harrington has their shit together,"

Everyone's eyes turned to Robin, who had appeared at Steve's side. You didn't waste a second, sweeping her up in a hug. More or less, the same tearful words of reassurance are exchanged before you return, yet again, to Nancy's side. Steve liked to joke the two of you were made of magnets, always snapping back together.

Another surge of gratitude swept over Nancy, and she rubbed at your back, inviting you in close. Her light was contagious, quickly taking over you and warming you up in the autumn wind picking up from down the street as she rested her chin in close. The small act of affection hurled you into auto-pilot and brought your lips to the crown of her head with a quick and meaningful kiss. As all of you looked between the reunions taking place all up the driveway, you hugged Nancy even tighter to your side.

"We tried getting ahold of you all, but there we couldn't exactly--"

"--I'm sorry!" Robin blurted, shaking away the daze you all seemed to have missed in her a moment ago. "Really, I am but if I may--"

Ohhh. You looked at Nancy where she was still nuzzled in close, though now, granted, a bit frozen. Right.

"did we resurface in an actual, parallel dimension, or something, or-- or am I really looking at the same thing you are, Stevie?" Her ring-clad hand was now clutching Steve's arm like the lifeline it was, never taking her side-eye off of you and Nancy.

Steve didn't answer, his mouth snapping shut. He wasn't involved, and he was determined to keep it that way.

"Huh? Wheeler," Robin fought her blinking gaze over to Nancy. She had nothing to offer but a pitiful wince. "After everything?"

"Robin," you tried, feeling guilty. You were just about to apologize, tell her you hadn't meant for her to find out like this. Truly.

But she didn't give you a chance to speak. In fact, all you had succeeded in doing was calling her wrath down on you like a lightning rod. Your mouth snapped shut, not unlike your brother, and not without a hint of amusement in your features.

She shook her head in a scolding manner that only fueled your smirk. You knew Robin well enough to recognize when her excitement was canceling out her anger, even though she was fighting so hard to hide it. Going as far as to look you up and down with exaggerated disgust that, sadly, didn't look 100% fake.

"Et tu Brute?"

"Robin, I wanted to tell you, trust me," you laughed. "Why do you think I've been trying so hard to get you two in the same room?"

"Uhhh," Robin scoffed, that same dumb-struck look on her face as she gestured widely to nothing in particular. "I don't know, maybe to wave your kick-ass monster-slaying babe of a 'friend' in my face?" She tried, stressing the word friend. From beside you, Nancy blushed, failing to wipe off her amused smirk as Robin continued. "Maybe you were trying, good-naturedly as you so often do, to shove me out of my comfort zone with a very beautiful, but very unobtainable 'straight' girl? Maybe you were just being a bro? I don't know man! But I'm hurt. I. am. hurt."

Another laugh, not feeling too bad at what you said next. "Well," you wagered, giving your girlfriend an affectionate squeeze. "You got the unobtainable part right,"

At this point, Nancy gave up trying to will away the smirk and instead buried it in your shoulder in an attempt to spare Robin. It didn't work.

Robin took one look at all of you, displeased to see so much giggling. She clicked her tongue, finally giving in to the aforementioned contagion spreading to her face. Not because she was happy for you two, but she was still very upset she had been left out of something so exciting and would lord it over you three for the foreseeable future.

"You think you know someone, " she tsked.

Robin felt her heart melt a little in her chest as she took in the sight of you two together. In fact, it brought such comfort to her. Not that she'd ever give either of you the satisfaction of knowing this of course, not now. But it really did fill her with so much reassurance.

Here the two of you were—two of the very small list of people she trusted more than anyone, mind you—so at ease in such troubling, traumatizing times. Just because you each knew the other was safe.

Here Nancy was, after a week of anxious, quick-to-anger fear Robin wouldn't ever think of blaming her for, and she was like a completely different person. Her signature, bad-ass edge Robin had quickly come to admire was still there, of course, but... Robin couldn't pinpoint it. Nancy was just... happy. Very happy. Without fear. Simply because...

You were there.

[harringtonfan4]

[fxllfaiiry]

I can see dom!Nancy saying for you not to wear any panties while you're at a party? Making sure you find somewhere private so she can finger you and leave you all shaky before meeting up with your friends again

I'm so sorry for answering this a lil late.

Nancy Wheeler can do unholy things to me 🛐

gif credits go to: @merlinaddams

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Now playing... She by Harry Styles

Thinking about Nancy teasing you in public.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You felt Nancy gently pat your bare pussy under the table. Fuck you needed to come. She had been teasing you like this for hours, leaving small touches here and there. You shot up from your seat and made your way to the bathroom, you knew Nancy would follow you soon after. You were proved right, as she came in a minute after you. She pulled you into one of the bathroom stalls and kissed you hard. You moaned quietly into her mouth, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. She pulled back smirking at you and made her way down to your core. The second her fingers met your throbbing clit, you let out a loud moan, not caring if anyone could hear you.

"Shush, angel, now be quiet for me, hm?" Nancy whispered rubbing your clit faster.

You could only nod at her, the pleasure was overwhelming. She went from rubbing you to thrusting her fingers in and out, wet sounds filling the bathroom. Fuck that was it. You were going to come any second now, you were so close. Until Nancy pulled her fingers out, leaving you high and dry. She licked her fingers clean and looked at your state; all flushed and pouty.

"Oh come on, I wasn't going to let you come that easily now, was I?"

[bi-disaster-yn]

No but like… dating Nancy

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader

Summary: What it’s like to date Nancy Wheeler.

Format: Headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

A/N: I’m so obsessed with Nancy you guys have no idea! Also this is my first headcanons post so be gentle lol.

Look at this soft lil baby I wish she’d look at me like that!!

SFW

Okay so dating Nancy in 1980s Indiana basically means you have to be super secretive about it.

Nancy’s love language on receiving end is definitely words of affirmation but to others I reckon it’s physical touch.

When walking in public together she’ll lightly brush her hand off yours, or put her hand on your shoulder when referring to you or pretending there’s something on your clothes so she can pat it away.

You know what she’s doing, but you enjoy it so you let her.

Then when you’re in private, you know what you’ve to do.

You need to have your arm round her so she’s cuddled up to you and resting her head in crook of your neck.

At the very least, your hand needs to be up her shirt, on her back and rubbing soothing circles.

She’s a morning person so at the crack of dawn she’s all spritely and pulling you out of bed, ready to carpe this diem!

By night time she gets tired quickly and falls asleep on you, curling up in your arms.

She needs forehead kisses when she falls asleep on you or else she gets whiny in her sleep !! It’s the rules.

She gets super excited about things and when she puts her mind to something, she works at it until she cracks it.

Before people have told her that she’s too excitable or too bossy so sometimes she feels the need to reign it in.

But you look at her with all adoration and respect while she goes on about her latest theory that she doesn’t even realise how long she’s been talking for.

She’ll catch your eye and raise her eyebrow: “are you even listening to me?”

You nod and repeat her last point to her, because you are listening to her and you think she’s incredible.

It makes her blush so hard and try to hide her cheeks as she continues with her next point.

It makes her feel validated and important that you listen to her, not matter how long she goes on for.

Also, listening to her rant about the sexism at The Hawkins Post!

Everyday she’d come home and lie on your chest, crying about what they’d said to her that day.

You rub her back and kiss the crown of her head repeatedly, whispering to her how amazing she is and that those assholes don’t realise how lucky they are to have her.

Calling her by her full name flirtatiously; “I love you, Nancy Wheeler.”

You usually stay at her house because let’s face it, doesn’t everyone just hang out at the Wheelers?

Her dad is completely and utterly oblivious that there’s anything going on between you two but it doesn’t take Karen long to catch on.

She sees how you look at each other when you think no one else is looking and how none of your “girl chats” seem to be about boys and that none of you have had a boyfriend for a while.

Karen won’t say anything though - Nancy seems really happy so she decides it’s best to just leave it.

Also when she hears the noises you both make at night when you think no one can hear, she’s just happy at least someone is getting some.

In terms of your friends: Steve and Robin know about the relationship and will do anything to protect you both. Major ally!Steve vibes.

Both of you talking about girls you know to try and find a girlfriend for Robin??

The kids start to suspect something is up but only Max fully catches on, rolling her eyes when the others have debates on if it’s weird how close you are.

When fighting monsters you’re both super protective over each other.

You would literally throw yourselves in front of the monsters to save each other.

But if one of you did get hurt to save the other, the other would get mad.

“What’d you do that for?!” “Because I love you!” “Well I told you to be careful!”

Angry protective girlfriend bickering but it’s only because you love each other so much.

Although, you have to hide how visibly turned on and in awe you are when Nancy starts handling a gun like the badass she is.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” “No reason… no reason at all.” You swallow thickly because you’re in danger and you need to focus but your girlfriend is hot!

Slow dancing outside together at weddings or parties because you can’t do it together inside.

Promising her that one day, people will see that love is love and you won’t need to hide anymore.

NSFW

sub!Nancy.

Having to put your hands over each other’s mouths so people can’t hear you.

She’s a very soft and gentle kisser, very skilled with using her mouth for other things too.

Likes to have marks left on her, being claimed.

Very clingy, sex is always really passionate and desperate.

Very grabby; when she’s close she grabs the sheets, pillows, you…

Remember she likes touching you? She’ll let you know she’s in the mood in public by finding a way to graze your ass.

Can be very sensitive if you tease her for too long.

Whiny too.

“Y/N, pleaseeeeeee.”

Likes to hear you moan her name.

Loves to be praised, she needs to know she’s doing a good job.

Praises you in return, lets you know when you’ve done something extra good that she wants you to repeat.

Her being a morning person certainly makes mornings that bit more bearable if you catch my drift ;).

Nothing beats starting off your morning routine like having Nancy finger you until you cum twice.

[myuninterestinglifestory]

Dating Nancy Wheeler Headcanons

She doesn't really like PDA

Well, handholding is the only exception

And cheek kissing

And... okay, Nancy really likes PDA

She always pays on dinner dates

Well, tries to, anyway

You'll sneak to the bathroom and pay on the way there

And let her pay for dessert

She knows you do it everytime but that just makes her more determined

She loves wearing dresses, just to see your reaction. Short, way above her knees? jaw. dropped. Long, dragging on the floor? jaw. dropped. Plunging neckline or turtleneck? jaw. dropped.

You are whipped for her and she knows it

"Oh, Nancy Wheeler? She's so very." "Yeah, I love Nancy, she's just the best, you know?" "Wheeler? Of course I love her, she's amazing at... everything."

She writes articles about you and puts them in the school paper at the last second possible, right before it goes to print, and watches you try to decipher how she did it and how nobody else has figured it out.

Not saying dating Nancy is hard, but it's kinda hard

She's just a bubblebox, okay?

Constantly talking about things she's passionate about, things she loathes with a passion, you, her breakfast, her annoying little brother and her darling little sister, who's growing up to be quite a sassy litte bitch, you heard.

And her hands.

They're so pretty. Long nails, short, fucked-up nails, cut, bruised, shaking, calloused, anything you can imagine... you love them unconditionally

When she holds your face in those beautiful hands... ugh. *dies*

"If you don't love me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best." is Nancy's mantra

Lucky for you, you've seen her both ways

You were the first person she called when she broke up with Steve, and then when she broke up with Jonathan

She's not afraid to let you see her cry, so you do a lot of cradling a sobbing Nancy

She does the same for you when you get overwhelmed or stressed or you just need to cry (me too, it's okay)

90% of the time, you're the big spoon because being the little spoon makes her feel safe (aka you'll get stabbed first while she gets away)

Long story short, Nancy Wheeler is the best person on this damn planet and deserves to be treated as such

Like a goddamn goddess

[mayahawkeslay]

Despite the height difference of Robin and Nancy, Nancy would absolutely be the top out of the two. I could Imagine Nancy preferring to be the big spoon most of the time :,). She would know exactly what makes Robin flustered and could 1000% pin her to a wall

[neblisi]

𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆...

[stranger-nightmare]

Number 22 and number 39 from angst list with nancy Wheeler and female reader! Love you and ur writing!!

𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

angst prompt 22 “all my friends told me you’d break my heart” & angst prompt 39 “is your image really more important than us?”

pairing: Nancy Wheeler x (gender neutral) Reader

summary: you’re tired of being kept a secret

warnings: angst, secret relationship, this is kinda season one era Nancy where she cares about being popular, this fic does use ‘y/n'

“Is your image really more important than us?” You quip at Nancy, tears stinging the back of your eyes.

She sighs deeply, her eyes closing with frustration as she attempts to keep herself composed.

“We’ve had this discussion before, y/n” she says flatly. “It’s got nothing to do with my image...”

“No?” You chip in sarcastically. “Because it sure seems like it!” You snap.

She looks at you, her eyes hard and almost cold.

“I don’t care about my image, I'm just not ready to tell everyone about us” she shrugs.

“Yes, but why?” You push.

When she doesn’t answer you carry on pressing her.

“You’re not ready to tell anyone about us because you don’t want me to drag you down, right? You’ve only just clambered your way up into the popular group, and being with me would only pull you straight back out. Back to the losers and the nerds and the freaks” you seethe.

“No!” She denies quickly, hurt flashing across her face.

“Yes!” You quip back. “You don’t want me to tarnish your reputation as the princess of Hawkins High!”

“That’s not true!” She almost shouts back. “I don’t care what people think about me, I don’t care about that. I don’t care what people say or think about me. I care about what people might say about you if they knew” she rambles quickly.

You’re taken back for a second.

“What do you mean?” You whisper.

She sighs deeply again, her eyes looking everywhere but at you. You get the feeling she hadn’t meant to say all that.

“Nancy, what do you mean?” You repeat a little more firmly.

“I'm not scared about what people will say about me; I’m scared for what they’ll say about you” she says quietly.

She closes her eyes as she continues speaking.

“I’m scared that letting people know about us will bring you into the limelight, give you unwanted attention. People are mean enough to you and your friends as it is, I- I don’t want to add fuel to the fire” she sighs in defeat her head hanging low as she holds the edge of the desk.

You scoff, shaking your head.

“So, you are embarrassed of me?” You breathe in disbelief.

She snaps her head back to look at you quickly.

“That is not what I meant” she says firmly.

“Well, that's what but sounded like” you tell her, holding her gaze steadily despite how your eyes were swimming with tears.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt by what they have to say” she says quietly.

“Who cares what they have to say?” You gesture your arms widely in frustration.

“I care” she snaps. “I care what they say about you, I don’t want you to be subjected to that. I don’t want to do that to you!”

“Shouldn’t that be my choice though, Nancy? Who says that I care what anyone else has to say? About me, about you, about us! I don’t care!!” You voice raises in pitch as you rant.

Nancy just looks at the floor. You sigh, your breath shuddering through you.

“I can’t keep having this argument” Nancy whispers after a moment.

You look at the ceiling as you try to blink back your tears.

“Me neither. We just keep going in circles.”

You shake your head at her sadly, one tear slowly making its way down your cheek. You feel your heart ache in your chest as you come to the realisation of what you needed to do.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore” you whisper, your voice cracking with tears.

You make your way over to the door, only turning back briefly to make one final remark; “you know, all my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

You sniff as you slowly walk away, leaving Nancy behind.

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A/N: well this was kinda depressing, sorry haha! I hope you liked it though <33

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