#ronance fic requests

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

Request idea: Robin comes out to her parents and it doesn’t go well (referenced abuse) so she goes and stays with Steve. Nancy sees her living with him and wearing his clothes and assumes the worst, they’re dating, but she can’t understand why it bothers her so much if she’s so over Steve. How does she react to the truth after seeing robins bruises one night and how does she realize her feelings weren’t for Steve after all?

i loved this prompt :) i hope you enjoy!!

the gaping mouth (2,973 words)

That definitely wasn’t Robin’s shirt she was wearing, and it definitely shouldn’t be bothering Nancy as much as it was to see her wearing it. 

It was hot and it was Hawkins and maybe that was why. Maybe Robin didn’t own any proper t-shirts. 

Maybe Nancy was just an idiot - but she was a sucker for detective work and she couldn’t stop the jealous bile rising up in her throat every time Robin caught her eye that day, draped in an old basketball tee that practically swallowed her whole. The faded green made her sharp blue eyes stand out even more, glinting in the hot sun. 

They’d all accompanied Max to the Hawkins skate park (less of a skate park and more of an old, rusted parking lot) that day. And while watching Mike bumble around and attempt to not open his forehead on the sidewalk was very fun, Nancy was regretting her involvement more with each passing second.

“Did somebody set your dog on fire?” Eddie asked from where he’d sprawled himself on a bench by the rim of the skate park, clunky sunglasses covering up a good half of his face. She held a hand to her face and dimly recongized she’d been scrunching her whole expression up in anger, practically burning a hole through Robin and Steve - who were stood way too close together on the opposite end of the park. 

“Is it that bad?” Nancy asked miserably. She used the hand on her face to wipe at her forehead. Maybe it was the heatstroke. She wasn’t sure what else it could be.

“It appears, Wheeler, that you’ve got a jealousy issue,” Eddie hummed through clenched teeth, grinning wickedly up at her. She shook her head vehemently and leaned against the chainlink fence, arms crossed. Pay attention to Mike, Nancy. He was on the verge of collapsing. Pay attention to Mike, Mike with his flailing arms - and Robin was laughing at him, leaning back with the tiger emblem on full display. Nancy groaned dramatically.

“I do not have a jealousy issue,” Nancy replied, short and clipped. Because she really didn’t. “You know I don’t like Steve like that. Not anymore.” Eddie poked her side with an intrusive finger, dragging her eyes back to his impish face. 

“Who said anything about Steve?” He said, laughter chasing his words. Nancy shook her head down at him in confusion, refusing to give him anymore bait. Whatever he’d meant by that, she had no idea.

Because she wasn’t into Steve. Seriously. And people needed to stop trying to force them back together.

There’d been a moment, maybe, in the franticness of the Upside-Down where she’d considered it. Where she’d saw how much he had grown and changed and came to appreciate it. But it wasn’t a like-appreciate. It was a love-appreciate, like the love you share for a close friend. Somebody bonded to you by trauma. They’d never work, just like they didn’t work in the first place. They clashed heads too much.

Besides, couldn’t a boy and girl be friends? Nancy wasn’t one of those people who disagreed…which is why she’d tried for so long to wholeheartedly believe Steve and Robin when they promised they were platonic-with-a-capital-P. 

But they couldn’t be. Nancy didn’t believe it. Steve didn’t share shirts with her. They shared drinks, sure, and food, and babysitting duty. But never clothes. And yet Robin showed up to practically every friend gathering adorned with some article that screamed Steve - basketball shorts, baggy t-shirts, sometimes even his well-loved sweaters.

So they were dating. That much was clear. Why that fact upset Nancy as much as it did was the real confuser.

This bubbling, upset volcanic feeling came to a head when Steve hosted The Party (trademark) at his new apartment downtown. It was far too small for them, so small Nancy spent half the night pushed up against the wall, but that was the best part about it. The scuffing sound of sneakers on his kitchen tiles, the kids piled on the couch together to watch a VHS of The Dark Crystal, the ‘adults’ (and jesus, they were adults now, weren’t they?) taking shots on the countertops and stealing popcorn from his cabinets.

Well. It’d been a great night, up until the point Nancy found herself wandering down the singular hallway. So what - she was a snoop. And the party in the joint kitchen-living room had gotten a little too loud for her liking. She’d never been a crowd person. So she stepped out to take a breath. 

There were two doors, one presumably the bath and one presumably the bedroom. Nancy pushed on the one she guessed was the bathroom only to find Steve’s room. 

At least, she’d assumed it was Steve’s room. But the door opened enough to give her a glimpse of a folded bra on a pile of clothes. Her stomach dropped to the soles of her shoes. Nancy edged the door open just a little more, glancing behind her to check nobody was about to catch her completely invading her friend’s privacy.

Stepping fully into the room, Nancy was overwhelmed by the amount of evidence that Steve did not live here alone. For a start - both sides of the bed were destroyed in two different ways with both pillows equally slept on. There was a pair of fuzzy pink socks, certainly not Steve’s, slung over a chair in the corner of the room. On one bedside table there was a photograph of Steve, Dustin, and Eddie at the recent Hawkins ‘graduation’ (if you could call it that) and a comb. On the other sat a loosely capped bottle of antidepressants and a small polaroid. Nancy drifted over almost on autopilot and picked it up.

It was her and Robin. She remembered this getting taken - El had gotten a polaroid as a late birthday gift from her father. At a party a few weeks back she’d been obsessively taking pictures. Nancy and Robin had posed accordingly. Robin had stuck two fingers behind Nancy’s head. They were grinning equal smiles. Nancy traced Robin’s face in the photograph absently. They’d spent practically the whole night together.

Her smile soured considerably remembering where exactly she and this photo were located. Clearly the owner of this half of the bed was Robin. Who else could it be? As if the universe wanted to confirm this as soon as possible, a tube of familiar mascara rolled out from where it’d been tucked underneath the pillow when Nancy accidentally bumped the bed. She recongized it because Robin had done her makeup a few days ago in Nancy’s bathroom - Nancy on the counter, Robin on the floor (she was considerably taller). Their faces had nearly been pressed together from the small space. And Robin had used that exact mascara.

“Nance?” Speak of the devil. Nancy whirled around to see Robin in the doorway, face scrunched up in confusion and hand on the doorknob. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” Nancy managed out, although the flaring emotions in her stomach were nearly untamable. Jealousy, anger, frustration. Frustration from feeling like this in the first place. She hated when there wasn’t an answer for something.

“I just noticed you’d left the party, so,” Robin explained. She took a cautious step into the room, hand out in offering. “Are you sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Nancy gestured to the bedroom, “sorry for snooping. I just needed a minute.” Robin gave her a reassuring smile, one all teeth and pink cheeks, and somehow it made Nancy even more upset. 

“It’s okay,” Robin promised. After a beat: “It’s a great picture, right?”

“Hm?” Nancy wrung out her hands anxiously and put a good amount of distance between herself and the bed, except she was partly trapped from Robin blocking the doorway. 

“The polaroid,” Robin elaborated. She pointed over to the bedside table and Nancy’s suspicion were seemingly confirmed. “I love it.”

“So you’re living with Steve?” Nancy asked, wincing at the lack of grace with which she asked it. Robin didn’t look bothered by it. In fact, her smile grew. It was confusing because - if they were seriously secretly dating, wouldn’t they want to hide that? 

“Yeah,” Robin said, rubbing the back of her neck with a little laugh. “Sorry. The bedroom’s a shitshow.”

“It’s fine,” Nancy said, absent now from the conversation. Suddenly her head was flooded with drowsy concepts of what exactly Steve and Robin were doing in this bed. She took another step away from it, face contorted in a pained expression. It hurt and it hurt even more to see how concerned Robin was, taking another step into the bedroom. She couldn’t take it. She couldn’t take this explosion in her stomach, this overwhelming jealous feeling that had her on edge at a near constant rate. 

“Nance.” Robin was inches away now, both hands outstretched. Nancy resisted the urge to glare at her, but it seemed she hadn’t fought it back quite well enough because Robin’s fingers curled into her palms. She was so close - too close, Nancy couldn’t breathe. She pushed past Robin breathlessly, sprinting from the bedroom and down the hallway.

She knew the whole group was watching her as she rushed from the hallway out the front door, no doubt visibly distressed. The apartment door slammed shut behind her but she didn’t even wait for it to close before she was bolting down the creaky steps to the first floor.

Outside Nancy took in a breath of the cool night air and felt her eyes, embarrassingly, well up with tears. It was so unbelievably absurd. She pressed a clenched fist to her mouth and heaved.

So what if Steve and Robin were dating? Clearly they made each other happy, happier than she and Steve had ever been. She attempted to separate out feelings to identify the source of the issue, because - she was happy Steve had somebody. That wasn’t the problem. 

Nancy sat down on the curb and pulled her shirt into her chest with a little whimper. Nancy Wheeler did not struggle to find the answer. She should’ve figured it out by now. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, so unbelievably helpless and - and crushed.

She was happy Robin had somebody. She was happy Robin had Steve. In a romantic with a capital R sense. But when those words came out of her mouth silently, Nancy testing how they felt around her lips, the taste was all wrong. It hurt to even say it to herself - the implication of what that meant for her, for Robin. It was a gunshot to the chest. Nancy found herself gripping her shirt physically, as if the pain in her heart manifested into a genuine wound.

The door to the apartment complex swung open and closed. Somebody’s booted shoes walked up to her hesitantly on the sidewalk and Nancy didn’t have to look up to know it was Robin. 

“Yes?” Nancy allowed after a moment of tense silence. Robin all but collapsed onto the curb beside her, launching into her typical motormouth spiel.

“I’m so, so sorry Nance. I didn’t realize -” Robin choked on her whole breath “-I didn’t realize you didn’t feel like I felt and I didn’t mean to imply anything and I hope you don’t think differently about me now and I hope you don’t think I’m, like, a creep or something because I swear I’m not I just really care about you and you’re, like, my closest friend and I’ve never actually had a close girl friend like this before and I don’t know what I’m doing-”

“Rob,” Nancy said, and Robin promptly snapped her mouth shut. She looked up at Robin’s big blue eyes, shaking with unshed tears, and tried to avoid looking at the too-familiar letterman Robin had adorned on her trip to chase Nancy outside. 

“I’m sorry,” Robin whispered. From what little of it that hadn’t been broken before, Nancy’s heart ached with how quiet her voice had gotten.

“I’m not upset,” Nancy said and then sighed, because who was she kidding? “No, I guess I am. I’m sorry. I really tried to be happy for you. I’ve got no right, feeling like this.” Robin opened her mouth and then closed it, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“What?” Nancy rolled her eyes, gesturing to nothing in frustration.

“You and Steve!” 

“I don’t follow,” Robin said, shaking her head. “What about me and Steve?”

“That you guys are together,” Nancy all but hissed between clenched teeth. So there. The words were out and they hurt just as much, if not more, as they had thinking them. She had to look away from Robin as she spoke. Silence rang across the street and then Robin started laughing. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nancy,” Robin got out between giggles, “Nance. Oh my god.”

“What?” Nancy repeated. “Stop laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing-” Robin cut herself off with a hand wipe down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you. I’m just laughing at how crazy this is.”

“How crazy what is?”

“Nancy, Steve and I are so not together,” Robin said. Nancy was about to protest when Robin reached up and grabbed her arm just soft enough to catch her eyes. They looked at each other and Nancy realized Robin, for perhaps the first time in her life, was being completely serious. “Really. We aren’t.”

“Then what? You’re just sleeping together?” Nancy retorted, face flushing.

“I mean, in the most literal sense, yes,” Robin allowed. “He’s letting me live with him. But we just share a bed because we can’t afford a two-bedroom place right now, cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Really?” Nancy asked. She was a little embarrassed by how breathy and excited her voice had gotten. Robin nodded, relieved smile on her face. But there was something else in her expression - disappointment, maybe.

“Yeah, so don’t worry,” Robin said. “If you’re, you know. Into Steve again. Or something.”

“I’m not into Steve again!” Nancy protested. She raised an eyebrow at Robin’s disbelieving stare. “Seriously. Cross my heart and hope to die.” She mimicked Robin’s earlier gesture by slashing an ‘x’ across her heart.

“Okay,” Robin finally agreed. She dropped Nancy’s arm, leaving the skin burning from the lack of her warm touch. Nancy folded her arms across her lap and they sat together for a bit on the curb. She tried to press her chest closer to her knees - jesus, it was cold outside.

Suddenly there was a rustle of fabric and then Robin was placing Steve’s letterman on Nancy’s shoulders. Nancy looked up to see Robin in a tank top, clearly her own, watching her with this odd smile on her face. Before she could say anything, Nancy’s eyes caught on a set of molting black-and-blue marks on Robin’s shoulder.

“What happened?” Nancy asked. She reached out a hand to touch the bruises, hesitating before Robin nodded and let her make skin-to-skin contact. 

“My parents weren’t too happy with me,” Robin laughed drily, humorlessly. Nancy pushed back the tank top strap to see a multitude of matching bruises lying the rest of her shoulder and traveling down her back. Nancy swallowed back bile that had risen up in her throat at the sight and instead let the anger take over her. Who could ever touch Robin like that? What monsters would do that to her? Nancy cupped her hand on Robin’s shoulder and rubbed the bruise absently with her thumb. Robin’s eyes closed at the soft touch.

“Why?” Nancy asked. “Or was it just-”

“I came out to them,” Robin said in one quick breath. She cracked an eye open to see Nancy’s reaction. “As a lesbian. So, uh. That’s why.” 

Nancy nodded. Suddenly some new feeling in her chest bloomed at that. Something warmer and distinctly delicious. Her hand on Robin’s shoulder slid down but Robin was quick to reach up and take it with her own. Their fingers brushed together as they pressed palms, folding in on each other slowly. Robin’s hand was warm and soft, softer than expected. Nancy took a sharp breath in watching the way the dim streetlight a few feet away reflected off Robin’s sharp nose, her cheekbones. The way her shaggy hair was tucked behind her ears. The freckles that splattered her skin even the places where the bruises had all but covered them. And something connected in her brain that had never connected before.

Oh. That’s why she was so jealous.

“Is that why you’re living with Steve?” Nancy whispered despite it just being the two of them. Robin nodded. “I’m sorry for being so stupid about it. And storming out.”

“It’s fine, Nance,” Robin laughed quietly. Nancy watched her sharp eyes drift down to Nancy’s lips and she licked them on instinct. Robin took in a shaky breath reactively but didn’t move her gaze. Knowing Robin was watching her like that made Nancy’s heart twist happily.

“I wasn’t upset because I’m into Steve,” Nancy added. She leaned forward almost on instinct, letting her head tilt slightly. Robin did the same, her clipped hair brushing against her neck as she did. Nancy reached out her other hand to push it back a little, shocked at how shaky her hand was. Robin looked up to make eye contact with her as Nancy cupped her hand around the back of her neck.

“Then why - why were you upset?” Robin stuttered out, eyes closing as she leaned into Nancy’s soft hand. Their noses bumped into each other. They’d slumped forward to meet each other halfway without even really realizing it. 

“Because I’m into you,” Nancy admitted, nearly inaudible. Robin surged up to kiss her and when she did, Nancy was ready. All she could think was: I’m a dumbass. A very, very lucky dumbass. 

~~~~~

(btw feel free to leave a request in my inbox!) <3

[bambirex]

Robin singing Nancy's fave song and saving her

Suddenly I had a mighty need for Nancy to be into Queen 😂

Warnings: none

**

"Nancy!? Nancy! Come on, Nancy, wake up!"

Screaming at her, pleading, crying were all futile. They've known this since Chrissy, since Max. If Vecna found you, you couldn't escape. You were too far gone.

Robin immediately knew something terrible has happened when she's heard Steve's frantic voice. When she looked through the hole in Eddie's ceiling, she saw her worst fear coming true: Nancy stood there, legs rooted into the ground, her eyes completely white and gone. Steve kept shaking her desperately, but nothing happened. Nancy was taken by the monster.

For a second, Robin's mind drew a blank. White-hot panic filled her brain, rendering her helpless. They couldn't lose Nancy.

Eventually, the fog cleared around her brain. She remembered the patients at the asylum, she remembered Max. There was only one way they could have still reached Nancy's mind.

"Quick, find some music!" She yelled. "Come on, everybody!"

While they skimmed through the albums in Eddie's room, Robin tried to remember what kind of music Nancy said she liked listening to. She liked Madonna, Blondie, David Bowie, Queen... but she hasn't found anything. The helpless pain gripped her heart again. She glanced down at Nancy, and prayed that some miracle would befall them.

"We can't find anything!" She yelled down at Steve. "There's no music here she would like!"

Not on an album, Robin suddenly realized. Maybe they couldn't play her anything, but that didn't mean they couldn't still give her a song that would bring her back.

Robin screamed at her friends to shut up, then she closed her eyes and cleared her throat. She hoped she remembered correctly that Nancy said she really liked Killer Queen, and it was the song she always listened to when she felt down.

She keeps her Moet et Chandon, in her pretty cabinet...

Robin didn't look at her friends' bewilderment. She only watched Nancy, hoping to see the dead fog leaving her eyes.

Let them eat cake, she said, just like Marie Antoinette...

Her voice wavered as tears burned her eyes, but she didn't care. Her voice needed to reach Nancy, and she could only hope it wasn't too late.

Caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette

Extraordinarily nice

"Something is happening!" Steve yelled. There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes as he looked up. "Keep singing, Robin!"

Robin did. She sang at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face. She faintly heard Eddie humming next to him, trying to help her.

When she reached the first refrain, she saw Nancy stirring. Robin sang louder, her hands gripping at the sheets they used as ropes, trying to keep herself from collapsing.

A loud gasp interrupted her, and Nancy stumbled. Steve caught her before she could fall to the ground. Robin clamped a hand over her mouth, crying in relief.

"You're back," she whispered, barely able to see through her tears as Nancy looked up at her. "It worked!"

"You have a beautiful voice," Nancy said softly. Her eyes were tired and still so scared, but there was something else there, an emotion that made Robin's chest feel warm.

[eddiemunsonswife]

So I got this idea for a fic, that I desperately need someone to write.

It's from Barb's pov.

After vecna is defeated everybody that died in the upside down comes back. Barb wakes up sometime in the evening, in Steve's pool. She thinks she just blacked out at the party, and goes looking for her best friend in Steve's bedroom. Imagine her surprise to find Eddie in Steve's bed instead (bonus if they are getting hot and heavy😅)

She learns that several years has past, Steve is not a douch anymore, and apparently now dating a boy, her best friend is dating a girl (Robin). And they all appearently hang out with Nancy's little brother and his friends. (bonus if Hopper, Joyce, Murray and maybe Uncle Wayne is there too)

Basically it's just Barb coming to terms with all that's happened while she was dead. Maybe they throw a BBQ in celebration, and she's just observing everybody. Idk I'm not a writer🤪 any other paring is up to writer, I just want it to be Steddie heavy, (some kisses, flirting and light touches) and a little bit of Ronance.

Somebody please write this, I can't get it out of my head🤯

[im-not-batman]

Still suffering egregious writers block for my ongoing Ronance fic if anyone fancies giving it a read and giving me some feedback or cheerleading that'd be very awesome dm me if you want!!!!

[resident-bowie-bitch]

Hey! I have a bunch of wips to finish (Too Late, Getting Better, Rebel Girl, just to name a few), BUT! I was wondering what type of fics you would like to see next? Like, what relationships and characters and dynamics do you want me to write about? (you can totally say relationships x characters x ideas I've already written about, I wanna know what you guys like the best). It can be other fandoms too!

[cowboysandpilots]

I have an hour bus ride ahead of me so if anyone has any little stranger things ficlets they want me to write, send them to my inbox ❤️

Ships: Steddie, Hellcheer, Ronance, Buckingham, Stonathan, Jancy, Harringrove and of course just the gen cast being great with no/background ships. :)

[scrabble-scribbles]

Kinktober Stuff

heyo guys so im kinda running out of ideas for kt, so if you have any requests for fics or ideas for a prompt, send me an ask or something!

Prompts I still need filled:

praise kink

degradation kink

shower/bath sex

orgasm denial

mask kink (im thinking a superhero au?)

caught

morning sex

teasing

exhibitionism

drunk sex

Parings I'll write:

Gabbi Broussard x Eleanor Levetan

Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler

Drea Torres x Eleanor Levetan

Drea x Gabbi x Eleanor (already have 2 in progress for these three)

Feel free to send scenarios, text prompts, anything you want to see for any of these prompts!

[likecastle]

Now accepting suggestions for Ronance sexual hijinks, the more daring the better.

[inklessletter]

I am thinking about opening requests for ST fics, would you be interested?

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

could u write a fic where nancy fully finds out what happened to robin and steve under starcourt

here u go, beloved anon. thank u for waiting so long and so patiently <3

so much braver (than i credit u for) (2,029 words)

T.W. implications of sexual assault, canon violence

The wear and tear were hardly visible in the summer sunlight - that's where Steve thrived, with his tan skin and admittedly nice chest and excellent swimming skill - but now, sat in front of his parents’ campfire with his head against his fist, he looked decades older than he really was. Nancy held her roasting stick tentatively, the marshmallow threatening to collapse into the fiery pit below as she distracted herself in tracing the shadows that fell underneath his eyes. In the harsh light he looked almost in a constant state of grief, with heavy eye bags and lines along his forehead, lips pressed in a thin line and hair limp from the heat.

Robin sat beside Nancy, the two having commandeered the foldout loveseat upon arriving in his backyard. She was expertly placing two roasted marshmallows onto their respective graham crackers - one burnt to all hell and one barely cooked. She passed one to Steve, who had his hand open and waiting as if second nature to accept food from Robin. He liked his barely cooked, apparently.

Eddie was nearly passed out in the lawn chair across the fire from them, a few purposeful feet from Steve after a day spent trying and failing to get a summer job. Surprisingly, nobody wanted to hire the assumed leader of a deadly cult. Robin suggested using it as a resume builder. Nancy suggested changing his name and trying out the next town over. He had his arms folded across his chest, a bit of marshmallow stuck to a long curled strand that Nancy didn’t have the heart to bother him about picking off.

Steve seemed to be contemplating shoving the entire smore in his mouth in one go. 

“You alright?” Nancy asked, immediately wincing at both the lack of tact and impersonality of her question - they’d known each other long enough to forgo conversation starters like that. “You look, um.”

“You look like shit,” Robin helpfully interrupted, sucking off a bit of marshmallow from her finger and generally being the bane of Nancy’s existence. Steve looked up from the smore as if he’d forgotten they were there completely, a little look of shock on his face.

“I’m fine,” He said, but his tone of voice was anything besides reassuring. “I’m, uh, just not getting much sleep lately.” Nancy nodded, fully prepared to drop the whole awkward thing anyway. Clearly, Steve didn’t want to talk about himself or his well-being - he hardly ever did.

“Me neither,” Robin agreed. She took a bite of her burnt-as-hell smore, wordlessly taking Nancy’s stick from out of her loose grip and holding it patiently over the fire for her.

“Thank you,” Nancy whispered to her side. Robin knocked their feet together in acknowledgment.

“I haven’t slept since 1983, honestly,” Steve added, and while he was laughing as he said it Nancy didn’t take it as a joke.

“I have trouble sleeping too,” Nancy admitted to the both of them, hoping to coax them out into the open. Steve and Robin were a bit like frightened animals - make them talk about their feelings too much and they’d scurry away. Deer in headlights type. She had to be gentle. “I dream about - Barb. And Fred.” Just saying their names still made her choked up. Nancy ducked her head into her sweater, prepared to blame her watery eyes on the heavy smoke from the campfire. As she sniffled into the fabric, Steve hummed in neutral agreement.

“I dream about the mall,” Steve said. Beside her, Nancy felt Robin move her whole body to nod.

“You saved my life,” Nancy said, smiling wetly as she remembered both t-boning Billy’s precious sports car seconds before he flattened Nancy into the concrete. “With Toddfather.”

“That was, actually, a highlight of the night,” Steve said, laughing a little in reply as he bit into his smore. “Perfect, Rob.”

“Did you expect anything less?” She asked, pulling back Nancy’s stick just as it was beginning to catch fire. If smore-making could be a job, Robin would be making six figures, no doubt. It was little things like that that made Nancy love her so heartbreakingly. Even watching her do something as simple as making her a smore with the correct amount of chocolate and graham made her heart try to pull itself out of her chest. 

“In most of my dreams,” Steve said, face grounding itself as he tapped a careful thumb against the top of his smore. “I’m - um. I’m back in that room.” Nancy frowned in confusion, taking Robin’s offered smore robotically as she looked at him.

“That room?” She asked. “What room?”

“We never told you?” Robin replied, a little surprised and a little cautious - Nancy’s heart began a steady descent down to her sneakers. What the hell had they not told her? 

It was hard to check in on everybody, especially after that night. She and Jon had been so in the dark about everything else - and the hospital, god. She hadn’t allowed space in her brain for anything else, which she could admit now was a little selfish. Still, Nancy had never asked. And Robin had never said. Certainly, Steve hadn’t. She hardly knew a thing about his childhood, despite dating him for two years and being one of his closest friends for another.

“I know you guys got messed up by some Russians,” Nancy said quietly, surveying both Steve's and Robin’s faces. In the firelight, they looked eerily similar - almost haunted. “But I don’t know the details. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” Robin reassured her, hand coming to pull her waist in close and squeeze the outer pocket of her jacket. “We forgot to tell you. I guess it never came up.”

“Who wants to talk about it, anyway?” Steve said, mostly to himself. He took another bite of his smore as uneasy silence fell on the group. Nancy felt terrible to push, but her journalist curiosity got the better of her.

“So - what did happen?” She asked. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“It’s fine,” Robin replied. Nancy watched her make eye contact with Steve, and they proceeded to have a conversation with only slight twitches on their faces. It was the innate ability that came with being best friends the way they were. “You know about the elevator, right?” Nancy racked her brain, then: yes, a hazy recollection of Erica explaining how they’d ended up in the underground base in the first place.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Well, after they set off the alarms and figured out we’d broken in, we all rushed into a backroom,” Robin began, eyes firmly set on the fire. As if she were embarrassed to tell Nancy - or nervous to see her reaction. “Dustin and Erica managed to get themselves into the vent system, to try to get out - but Steve and I had to hold the door to give them enough time. We were grabbed by a bunch of Russian guards and spilt up for interrogation. They kept us there for hours.”

“They beat me so bad I nearly died,” Steve cut in, teeth gritting against each other as if the words were forcing themselves out. Nancy noticed his empty hand, the one not holding his smore, was balling into a tight fist against his leg. “They didn’t believe me when I said I wasn’t working for anybody - they just kept hitting me over and over and over again. I couldn’t breathe, it hurt so bad.” That’s why his face was messed up so badly. Nancy couldn’t help her mouth from dropping open.

“When they brought us back together, I thought he-” Robin cut herself off, gasping as she suddenly realized she was crying. “Jesus, I. I’m sorry. I thought Steve was dead.” The last three words were mere whispers as if saying them to the air made it all more real. Nancy took her hand. Steve’s fist immediately unfurled to take her other, stretched beside the fire to grip with a fury she had never seen before. Robin continued to stare into the fire, unseeing.

“Did they beat you up, too?” Nancy asked. Robin let out a little breath through her nose in careful excess at the question.

“No,” She said quietly. “Well - they did. But not as bad as Steve. It was only in reaction to - when they dragged me in there, I was wearing my Scoops uniform. You know, it’s a pretty shitty outfit for espionage, yeah? And - my skirt - I thought they were going to - so kicked one of the guards in the face, and that’s when they beat me up. But they mostly left me alone.”

It was difficult to pin down exactly what Nancy felt at that exact moment. At first, it was cold horror at the steady, small implication of what Robin was saying; what those guards would’ve done to her, had she not been as ready to fight back or them not as lenient in letting her alone. But horror gave way quickly to a tidal wave of fierce, untamable anger. One that roared in Nancy’s chest and took over her whole being, face reddening with intensity and hand gripping Robin’s with white knuckles.

“Nance,” Robin chided. She looked away from the fire finally to make eye contact with Nancy. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You don’t need to break my hand.”

“Sorry,” Nancy choked out, releasing her grip only slightly. She was worried if she let go, Robin would float away - or worse, be dragged back down to the depths of the mall.

Steve’s face, in comparison, was a steady, heated anger - just as angry as Nancy, but none of the surprise. He’d known about this. Perhaps the entire time. Nancy desperately wished he’d said something, but on the same thought acknowledged it was all within Robin’s jurisdiction. At least she was telling her now.

“And then they drugged us,” Steve said. “And almost took off one of my fingers as a torture tactic.”

“Luckily Dustin and Erica came in then,” Robin finished, shaking her head and smiling despite the tears in her eyes. “The fucking idiots. I could’ve killed them if I had been able to stand up.”

“Horse tranquilizers,” Steve told Nancy, a similar smile on his face. The silence returned for a second or two before Steve was all but collapsing into Robin, pulling her into a tight hug that she returned whole cloth. Nancy stayed on the loveseat as the two best friends stood up for a better angle, gripping each other as if holding each other together. She rested a careful hand on Robin’s back and let her girlfriend fall against her shoulder, emotionally and physically exhausted, when the hug finally broke.

“I’m sorry,” Nancy said, because there was nothing else to say. Steve finished the rest of his smore and looked back into the fire. It seemed some of the shadows, while not entirely going away, had gotten a little lighter. As if the words they had spoken were floating off in the smoke. Robin looked about ready to fall asleep. “I wish I had been there.”

“I am so fucking glad you weren’t,” Robin said, voice muffled. She tucked her head against Nancy’s shoulder and shut her eyes. When Nancy managed to stop looking at the beauty that was her girlfriend in the firelight, she looked back at Steve.

“You can fall asleep, too,” Nancy offered. “I’ll keep watch.” Steve gave her a wiry grin and suddenly he was sixteen again, and the butterflies in her stomach awakened just enough for her to give him one in return.

“Thanks, Nance,” He finally decided, leaning back into his chair and tucking his hands into his jacket pockets. “It’s over, yeah? Like Rob said, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

“I don’t know what to do,” Nancy admitted, carding a careful hand through Robin’s choppy bangs. Steve’s smile grew as the fire winked. 

“You’re already doing something,” He said, gesturing to Robin and her prone position against Nancy’s shoulder. “You’re something, Nance. That’s enough. That’s more than enough.”

Nancy, once again, blamed her tears on the fire. Steve didn’t say a word about it.

[chaotic-king-arthur]

guess who's kind of back? its been a minute what's up

i'm gonna be primarily focusing on stranger things content for now, aka i will be writing ronance whenever i get the chance. so if you want to see some of your cool awesome prompts written hmu in my asks and i'll do my best to write what i can. no nsfw or anything like extremely explicit but i'm willing to write the juiciest angst you've ever seen. i encourage y'all to check out my ao3 to read what i have right now, and i'll try to post on here when i have updates or new fics/oneshots.

that's all for now. thanks for reading :)

[bambirex]

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

Warnings: none

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey."

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

"Hey."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lovely."

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

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

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

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

[uselessdisasterlesbian]

Anyone With Eyes Can See

Pairing: Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler, a little background Mike/Will

Summary: from @beautyisinkonpaper “fic request: everyone telling robin that nancy likes her and robin is head over heels for nancy already but is too scared to say anything because it's 1986. give it a happy ending though please???”

Warnings: none, just a lot of fluff and our gals being oblivious

Word Count: 1585

Being gay is hard, if you ask Robin Buckley. All it takes is one misstep and she’s done for – a permanent outcast, doomed to live on the edge of town in a dingy shack while all of the neighbors whisper about the lesbian as though she’s some sort of alien and not a person. And because Robin would really rather not shatter her entire world, she’s definitely and totally fine to repress and destroy any semblance of non-platonic feelings that threaten to well up in her chest and quite literally ruin her life.

Which is how she finds herself behind the counter of Family Video with Steve, trying to explain that no, she isn’t avoiding Nancy Wheeler because she dislikes her. In fact, her problem is exactly the opposite of that.

“I can’t just ask her out, Steve,” she groans, for once thankful she’s working on a Tuesday afternoon when no one in Hawkins has any desire to work a movie. “Because if I do that, she’ll know I like ladies. And that is a one-way ticket to inevitable torment that ends with me dying withered and alone as the town pariah, which I know I have said to you before. And Nancy Wheeler? You dated Nancy Wheeler. She likes men, and I am not one. So, I’m going to yearn forever until I succumb to heartbreak or until this stupid crush goes away because I really cannot afford to have a crush on someone who has a Reagan sign in their front yard. And another thing–”

She’s cut off when Steve miserably fails to stifle a massive yawn. She waits impatiently for him to finish before taking a breath to resume her tirade when her coworker and best friend finally speaks.

“Look, Robin,” he says slowly, raking his hands through already messy hair. “I don’t know how to tell you this, but I’ll give it a shot. Anyone with eyes can see that Nancy’s into you.” Robin scoffs, but Steve continues. “She has this…smile thing she does. Where she smiles at you, and then looks away and her smile gets all soft and sweet. And she only does it with people she likes. She hasn’t done it to me since we dated, and when she stopped doing it to Jonathan, it was only a matter of time before they broke up. But now it’s like, you don’t even have to be there! Someone mentions your name and she does her crush smile about you when you aren’t even there! It’s getting unbearable, so would you please ask her out so I can say I told you so and we can move on?”

Robin groans, allowing her head to thud on the counter. “Steve, I can’t. Sure it’s great if you’re right, but if you’re wrong then I’m out–“

Ding.

Robin almost passes out when she hears the bell over the door and scrambles to correct her incriminating words. “–out of luck,” she finishes with her teeth clenched and back to the door.

“Oh, hey Wheeler,” Steve says, and Robin almost gives herself whiplash with how quickly she turns to face the door, praying she’s presentable. She isn’t sure if luck is on her side or not when the Wheeler in question turns out to be Mike, Nancy’s younger brother, accompanied by Will Byers. Robin glares at Steve, but he just smirks before turning back to the boys. “Byers. What are you guys looking for today?”

Robin is almost content to leave Steve chatting with the boys when she hears him ask, “Hey Mike. Does Nancy ever talk about Robin?”

She swears her eyes go so wide that they almost fall out of her head. Because yes, she trusts Steve implicitly, has put her life in his hands many times and would do it again. She knows he would never out her. He knows she knows this. She hopes he knows how close he is to being strangled by his co-worker. She’s just beginning to picture the possible headlines for the imaginary slaughter at the video store when Mike answers, “Oh, all the time.”

Robin freezes, too scared to move lest this brief moment be broken. “What?” she croaks, hoping it sounds like she has a cold or something and not a massive crush on Mike’s older sister.

“Yeah, it’s kind of annoying. She talks about how you would hate some of her clothes, or how you’d like a book she’s reading, or how a song reminds her of you, or how she’s so jealous of your freckles, or how smart you are, or a bunch of other stuff. It’s kind of annoying, honestly. Like, I didn’t even talk about Will that much, and I knew him for years.”

Robin watches Will’s face go from shock to embarrassment to something soft and gentle as he looks at Mike, and Mike reaches over to subtly link their fingers together, and oh. Maybe she isn’t the only one in Hawkins.

“Hey,” she says, voice still shaking, but less so. “Me too.”

Will smiles, but Mike’s face lights up like a firefly in summer. “Perfect,” he says. “Will you please ask my sister out before she drives me crazy talking about how cool she thinks you are and how everything about you is basically perfect? It’s getting unbearable.”

Robin can feel Steve’s I-told-you-so look piercing the side of her skull the same way she can feel her face flush a deep scarlet. “I…but…Nancy doesn’t like me.”

Mike and Steve both look like they want to strangle her the second she says it. “Bullshit,” Mike replies, as Steve just stares. Will, who hasn’t said much since the conversation turned to Robin’s (nonexistent) love life, seems to take pity on her.

“You don’t have to tell her anything,” he says thoughtfully. “But if I were you, I probably would. I think Steve and Mike are right – she likes you a lot. Plus, just because she hasn’t dated any girls that we know of, that doesn’t mean she’s straight. And even if she is, she’s still our friend. She wouldn’t say anything to hurt you or out you or anything like that. She was the first person Mike and I talked to when we started dating.” He blushes as he says the last sentence, and Mike bumps their shoulders together while smiling at his boyfriend, and Robin has to smile too. Maybe there’s hope to be had after all.

Mike’s eyes take on a mischievous glint. “Do you work tomorrow?”

“Uhhh…yeah, I’m here from noon until closing. Why?”

“Perfect. Nancy will come return the video we’re renting. You can tell her you have a crush then.”

Robin sputters. “Who said I have a crush on her?”

All three boys fix stern gazes on her, but it’s Will who speaks first. “Robin, you’re just as obvious as she is.”

**

On Wednesday, it’s five minutes until closing when Nancy Wheeler walks into Family Video and Robin’s breath catches in her throat. Nancy has her hair swept up into a ponytail, but a few rogue curls frame her face, and she smiles at Robin like she hung the moon. “Hi,” she says, and Robin remembers her job.

“Hi,” she answers breathily. “Mike said you were returning a video today.”

“Yeah, his video,” Nancy huffs. “I don’t know what was so important that he couldn’t return this but he told me it was really urgent that I bring this back, so here I am.”

“Here you are,” Robin repeats, making eye contact with Nancy and trying to ignore the heat rising in her cheeks and the way her palms are sweating.

Neither of them says anything as Robin punches in the return and checks to ensure the tape is rewound, but the silence becomes heavy when she hands Nancy her receipt.

“So, um, I was wondering…” Robin says, taking a deep breath and bracing herself for her next words. Do you want to go out with me? “Do you want to watch a movie? I’m finished working and my house is like two minutes away and I was just thinking maybe we could hang out?” she finishes lamely, thankful that Steve has already left for the day. He would never let her live that down.

Nancy looks at Robin, and Robin swears those blue eyes are boring holes into her soul. “Like…a date?”

Robin forgets how to breathe. “If you want it to be,” she manages to say, voice just above a whisper.

Nancy’s gaze drops again to Robin’s lips. “I do,” she admits. “If you do too, that is.”

Robin can’t find words, so instead she pushes herself up onto the counter and swings her legs around, bringing herself nose-to-nose with Nancy. She tucks a stray curl behind the other girl’s ear, savoring the tiny hitch in Nancy’s breath at the contact when her fingertips touch skin, and she gently cradles Nancy’s cheek in her palm.

“Nance,” she says, and the word hangs between them, heavy and ripe and delicious, like a forbidden fruit, and Robin is tired of denying herself. And when a glance outside the store confirms there are no lurking strangers to shame them, Robin leans forward and presses a kiss to Nancy’s lips – soft and sweet and gentle, a promise of more to come.

And as the two of them wander the shelves, pointing at various titles and stealing kisses in hidden corners, Robin reminds herself to thank Steve later: for once, the dingus was right.

[gh0stbunnywriter]

I think im going to start taking writing requests...? Like send a funky lil idea to my inbox and i'll write a funky lil mini fic. Can be 🔞 but does not have to be. Any pairing, any fandom as long as i know the characters 😅 Adult. Characters. Only.

[fluffansmut-old]

Use your words.

Summary: After a day, your in desperate need of Eddie. But the problem is you have to say it.

Content warnings: Explicit sexual content (i mean it, 18+, minors stay the fuck away from this shit.) Dom/sub, (soft) Dom Eddie Munson, Needy!reader, Oral fixation, Hand and finger kink, praise kink, Daddy kink, oral sex, Fingering, penetrative sex, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare, Dom Nancy Wheeler, Sub Robin Buckley, vibrators, slight exhibitionism, safeword use (yellow).

A/N: This is hands down the smuttiest thing I´ve ever written, so consider this your warning. The plot focuses mainly on Eddie x reader, but Ronance is there as a subplot. 

*Fic is also posted on Ao3*

Work had been an absolute hell today. Everything that could have gone wrong actually had, and somehow it was all both your fault and your problem to fix. To say that you were in a pissy mood was an understatement. Not only was it because of the work stress, but on top of it, you were days away from your period which made you stupidly, embarrassingly horny. All you had thought about during your shitty day was Eddie. Thoughts equally comforting and steamy. In your car, close to home you couldn’t wait to crash into his arms.

Opening the door you heard a hair dryer blowing and Eddie humming slightly. “Hi Baby! I’m in the bathroom, almost ready,” Eddie called out when he heard you close the door. That was when you realised that the breakdown, cuddles, and steamy sex that you had been hoping for had to wait. Because you had guests coming over, in less than an hour. Now you loved your friends dearly but it couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time. ”Mhm” you just hummed in response before heading to your shared bedroom. “Fuck “ you muttered, digging through your closet trying to find something to wear. Nothing seemed right. In reality, you wanted to tear your bra off and put on one of Eddie’s shirts. The choice later landed on a smocked top and a skirt that reached your mid-thigh. You messed about with your hair and makeup in the mirror. The hair could use a wash, but time was pressed and the can of dry shampoo would have to do.

“ There's my baby, don’t you look gorgeous! '' Eddie said as you came out of the bedroom. He was chopping vegetables for a salad but stopped to look up at you. His words made you so needy for him. You wanted to just throw yourself towards him, but something inside you made you feel like you couldn’t. You didn’t have time to unload all the shit from the day that you had.

Now Eddie had told you countless times, how important it was for you to communicate what you wanted, what you needed from him. He also reassured you that no matter what the request was he would try his best to make it happen. You knew deep down that you could get what you so desperately craved if you only looked into those deep adoring eyes of his and said: “I need you. I need you so badly. Because my day has been shit, my clit is throbbing and I need you to be not an inch away from me. I need you to fuck me so far into subspace that the only word I can pronounce is your name, please I need you.” The only problem was that no matter how much Eddie coaxed and encouraged you, you were simply too embarrassed to express those feelings. Instead, you usually opted for giving whiny little hints, until Eddie told you what you wanted him to do. He was always right on the money, simply because he could read you like a book. But he wanted to hear it from you, always looking at you with this dominating look in his eyes whenever you let out a desperate little whine, the look that instantly made your brain go fuzzy, muttering: “I thought you were my good girl, hrrm? You know that good girls uses their words sweetheart”

Eddie had noticed just by your fidgety body language alone, that something was up. This time though, he was determined to hear it from you. “Is there something that you wanna ask or tell me, baby girl?” He said, standing beside you, tilting your head up with two ringed fingers under your chin. Fuck, he saw right through you. You thought about telling the truth for a second. But decided against it. You knew he had looked forward to this get-together for weeks. So you decided then and there to keep it together, to not slip up and go full on needy girlfriend on him. “No. Nothing special” you said. Trying to avoid eye contact, his eyes on you were making you feel fuzzy and small already. “Baby, look at me,” he commanded softly. You lifted your eyes to meet his, and you couldn’t help but let out a tiny little whine. “If there is something you want from me, then you know what to do right?” He asked seriously. “Yes,” you answered, trying to avoid eye contact in order to keep your composure. The concerned glare he was giving made you weak at the knees. His grip on your chin tightened. “Can you repeat it for me?” He asked, even though it wasn’t much of a question, more so a command. His demeanour made you incredibly needy for him and you wanted nothing more than to beg for him to put the fingers that were holding you in place into your mouth. You truly tried to not betray yourself but you did and let out a small, desperate whimper. “Repeat it for me, sweetheart” he coaxed, tone still serious. “I need to use my words,” you said, voice slightly bratty but still small. You felt your subby side creep up on you minute by minute. Telling you how badly you needed Eddie. But you suppressed it, knowing guests were probably on your doorstep in less than 15 minutes. “Good girl baby,” he said. “But dial down on the tone please.” He kissed you on the forehead and your instincts told you to lean into him, but you caught yourself, and instead, you decided to part with him the minute his lips left your skin. It felt like he left them there longer than usual. Which wasn’t just a feeling, Eddie of course knew what you were trying to do. Most of the time you were a picture-perfect sub, but every once in a while, usually when you wanted to ask Eddie something that you deemed excessive you tried to hold back which in turn triggered a bratty streak. So Eddie pressed his lips lovingly to your forehead to get you to cave, to get you to admit to him that you needed him with all that it meant. But you were stubborn, so he decided to let you have your way. At least for a little while.

Outside, about a block away from your house came another dom with her sub in tow. The two of them were involved in something totally different. “You seem, antsy baby,” Nancy said, grabbing Robin's hand. “Colour?” “I dunno, maybe a little yellow, but mostly green, absolutely mostly green but still a teeny bit yellow I think” Robin started to ramble. Nancy had suggested that they should try the remote control vibrating egg that she had bought the other night. Robin had been totally for it at home, always up for trying things, finding the thought of exhibitionism kind of thrilling. But now, with the turned-off egg resting inside her, shifting onto her g-spot as she walked, she started to let a tiny bit of doubt into her brain. Nancy, who by now was used to Robin’s rambles, placed both of her hands on the sides of her face. She rubbed soothingly with her thumbs across the apples of Robin's cheeks, all whilst holding her in place, giving her time to breathe, making sure she had eye contact with her. “Sweetie, I’m gonna ask you again” she started. “Colour?” Robin took a breath, knowing Nancy wanted her to think before answering. “Yellow” she stated. “Good job for colouring, baby” Nancy praised, placing a kiss on Robin's lips. “What about it makes you feel yellow?” Robin pondered the thought. “What if they hear it? I’m scared that they might judge me” Robin admitted, grabbing Nancy’s hand for reassurance. “I really think that it’s going to be hard to hear,” she said. “Besides, even if they do hear it I don’t believe that Mr and Ms handcuffs-on-the-bedroom-wall are ones to judge. And Steve is a proper dingus, he won’t realise what it is, I promise.” After Nancy’s reassurance Robin felt better, she laughed, both at the mention of the handcuffs they had seen in your bedroom multiple times and at Steve's obliviousness. “Now, how do you feel?” Nancy asked. Robin smiled at her. “I’m green, thank you” “No need to thank me, baby,” Nancy said, squeezing Robin's hand. “Now don’t hesitate to colour out if it gets too much tonight alright?” “I will, I promise,” Robin said. “Remind me again, how do you safeword nonverbally?” Nancy asked, knowing that Robin might be hesitant to colour out if it meant saying something out loud, ultimately outing what they were up to. “I tap you on the wrist, twice for yellow, three times for red” Robin said, proudly recalling the instructions Nancy once had given her. “Good girl” Nancy praised. “Now let’s get this show on the road.” She shoved her hand down her pocket and pressed the first button, setting off the vibrations inside Robin. “Steve is probably waiting for us,” Nancy said, Robin didn’t reply, she was too busy trying to compose herself.

When the first knock on the door came it almost made you jump, it was like the time to admit was up. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t true, you just had to say the word and Eddie would gladly kick them all out to take care of you. But you were stubborn and now you just had to keep it together. “Hi! It's so good to see you again!” You exclaimed, embracing first Robin, then Nancy, and lastly Steve in a hug. Eddie was right behind you, doing the same before passing them all a drink. You eyed the tray of drinks and noticed that one of the glasses had a drink in another shade of pink. You glanced over at the bottles he had poured from and as you suspected he had poured rosè into four of the glasses and nonalcoholic sparkling rhubarb cider into the last one. The action made you huffy. Simply because it was the right decision. Alcohol had the tendency to make you anxious at times, and at the place you were right now, it wasn’t a good idea.

It was the fact that Eddie once again knew what you needed that now slightly pissed you off. Usually, it was your favourite part about your relationship, to finally be able to let go of all pressure and thought and just let Eddie lead and take care of you. But you were hanging on by a thread, trying to not fall into the subspace you desperately craved, so why did he have to make it so goddamn hard to not slip?

You purposely grabbed the glass of rosè and gave Eddie a look. “Thank you, baby,” he said, grabbing the glass from your hand quickly before you could even react. He took a sip from it which made you pout. “I was about to drink that” you stated, huffy, with your arms crossed. “Oh were you now?” Eddie said, faking surprise. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but here, look what I got for you” He handed you the sparkling cider, which you begrudgingly took from him. You were about to turn your back towards him when you felt his hand on your shoulder, turning your back, facing him. “What do we say?” He said. His hand on you and his heavy tone made you want to melt into him. You tried halfhearted to shake his hand off but there wasn’t much you could do. “What?” You said, trying to gain control of yourself by bratting against him. “Don’t bullshit me, sweetheart, you know what I want.” He said. You turned your eyes down. Grumbled a bit, before you muttered; “Thank you” You felt the hand tighten around your shoulder. “Thank you...who?” He questioned and you knew what he wanted you to say. But you couldn’t. “Eddie....” You whined with slight embarrassment in your tone. Your eyes shifted from him to your guests. “Thank you.” Eddie understood your dilemma and decided not to push it, even though he was certain that they weren’t listening to you.

The guests weren’t really bothered by the interaction between you two, Steve and Robin were loudly arguing about which the best movie snack was. The younger of the two having a hard time laying out her arguments as Nancy had her hand in her pocket, switching the vibrator inside of Robin to a pulsating setting. But although Nance was busy she hadn’t missed out on witnessing the interaction between you and Eddie. Nancy could tell, by your huffy behaviour, and Eddie’s stance that he had a bratty sub on his hands tonight.

There had never been a conversation where you had admitted to each other that you shared the dynamics of your relationships. It was more of a quiet understanding type of deal. There had been times when you and Eddie had noticed it, with Nancy and Robin. Like that one time when Robin and Nancy were late, and when they finally arrived, Robin was following Nancy like a lost puppy, seeking her approval constantly, hissing when she sat down. You and Eddie definitely knew about them and they absolutely knew about you.

The only one who didn’t suspect anything was the ever-oblivious Steve Harrington. Who broke the silence between you and Eddie with an; “Hey man, I’m starving, how long until dinner is ready?”

Dinner passed with no issues, you sat next to Eddie, opposite Robin, who seemed unusually squirmy. So much so that Steve called her out on it. “Seriously Robin, find a comfy position and stay there will ya?” He said, mid-sentence as he was trying to tell another story. You saw how Robin's face turned beetroot red and then you saw how she fumbled with her hand trying to find Nancy’s.

Robin felt equal parts embarrassed and turned on, but she needed a break, now that Steve was starting to pick up on her behaviour. She tapped Nancy’s wrist twice and Nancy instantly put her hand in her pocket, pausing the vibrations that were pulsating through Robin's core. Nancy leaned over towards Robin, whilst taking her hand. She placed a loving kiss on her cheek, masking her check-in as some mild PDA. “I hear you, baby, you are doing so well. I’ll leave it off for a while then I’ll check in again okay?” Robin nodded at Nancy’s words. Shifting her chair closer to the dom, wrapping both her arms around Nancy’s. Chin on her shoulder.

You tried to listen to the story Steve was telling but you found your eyes drawn to the interaction between Nancy and Robin. You felt a pang of jealousy as Robin moved closer to Nance. You wanted to do the same to Eddie, you wanted him to hold you so bad. You considered taking his hand. But then you started to think about his hands. His big hands and those guitar-strumming, ringed fingers that made you feel so many things. They made you feel safe and taken care of when they held yours, they made you go absolutely feral when they brushed against your clit, or buried themselves deep inside you, they made you feel fuzzy and calm when they rested inside your mouth. You hadn’t even noticed how antsy you became of only the thought, not until one of the hands you had thought about came to rest on your bouncing knee, grounding you. You felt a familiar tingle between your legs and cursed yourself for reacting so quickly to him. You felt your brain cloud up with a need for him, and for the first time that night, you caved for the subby part of your brain. You took his hand, and he immediately wrapped your hand up in his.

For Eddie this felt like a win, ultimately he wanted to throw out the guests and tend to your needs, but in this in-between stage, where the only one holding you back was yourself, he could only keep an eye out and coax you into it at the right moment. (which proved to be hard when you kept the facade up way harder now when it wasn’t just you and him.)

You fiddled a bit with his rings, relaxing into the feeling of his steady hand. Suddenly though Steve suggested that he’d help Eddie clear the plates off the table and Eddie placed a quick peck to the back of your hand, before leaving it in your lap raising from his chair. A whine emerged from the back of your throat. You didn’t want him to leave, ultimately you wanted him closer. Nancy glanced over at the two of you, but at that moment you couldn’t be bothered to care. “Anything you need, baby?” Eddie asked, looking into your eyes, running a hand over your hair. It rolled on the tip of your tongue, what you needed. Daddy. You almost said it, but then Robin yelped a bit and then slapped her hand over her mouth. This once again made you aware of the fact that others were present. “Not really.” You mumbled, fiddling around with your fingers in your lap. “Want to help me in the kitchen?” He asked, knowing you usually liked to be close. You thought about it but decided that if you were to keep the feelings that currently were dangerously close, at bay then you were better off at the table. “I think I’ll keep our guest's company” you stated, eye flicking over to Nancy and Robin, before looking back at Eddie again. Eddie also looked at them, they were engaged in a hushed, private conversation, not really acknowledging that others were there. “Okay then,” he said, as he leaned over to take your plate. You inhaled and smelt the comforting mix of his cologne and the very vague smell of cigarettes. The scent of Eddie. Your favourite, the one you usually felt when you buried your face into his neck. When he left for the kitchen, a wave of sadness hit you and your eyes glossed over. You quickly blinked to get rid of them and worried that the women across the table had noticed, but they hadn’t.

Across the table, they hadn’t really noticed anything since Steve suggested that they should clear the table. Simply because Nancy took that moment to check in with her sub. “Colour sweetie?” Robin didn’t have to think for long. The desire to please Nancy was coming onto her strongly. “Green,” she said. “That’s my good girl,” Nancy said, kissing Robin's cheek. “I’m gonna turn it on again okay?” Robin nodded and then yelped loudly as Nancy had gone straight into setting number 4.

After Steve and Eddie had cleared the plates, they asked if you wanted dessert. You and the other decided that dessert could probably wait for a while. When the guys returned to the table, Eddie offered his hand to you and you took it. Way quicker than you had hoped. You brought your foot closer to his as well. If you hadn’t been so stubborn you would already be in his lap by now. It was more usual than not, your preferred seat was almost always Eddie. Nancy had picked up on the way you were behaving and was trying to silently ask Eddie what was up. Eddie tried to respond but none of the two really got their point across since they had to keep the conversation non-verbal. “Baby, why don’t you bring out the dessert from the fridge?” Eddie suggested, hoping Steve would offer to help so he could have a moment to explain your stubborn behaviour to Nance. The curly-haired woman was not late to pick up on what he was trying to do. “Robin, babe, why don't you go with, to help?” She suggested, and the sub was on her feet instantly, waiting for you to lead the way to the kitchen. Nancy also shot Steve a look, which made him look back at her confused for a moment, until it clicked in his head. “Oh right, yeah I’ll help you too”

Sat in your seat you contemplated what to do. Eddie leaned closer towards you, whispering in your ear. “Why don’t you go be my good girl? Hm? I know you want to.” You knew what he was trying to do, and it annoyed you to no end because it made you want to go get dessert, it made you want to please Eddie. But at the same time that goddamned stubbornness inside you, the one trying to keep your subby side at bay, made you want to riot. “Eddie can get them himself, you guys.” You said. You tried to let go of his hand to cross your arms in front of your chest, but you felt Eddie’s hand hold onto yours tighter. Almost as if he was trying to restrain you from bratting against him.

Robin who stood up was now at a crossroads, if she listened to you and sat down, then she would disobey Nancy. But she couldn’t really do much until you did. And you sat firmly in your chair. “Oh my god, Robin sit down, He is fully capable of getting them himself,” You said, with an eye roll. “He is just being a lazy bitch” Right, when the words left your mouth you regretted them. Because you felt both Eddie’s and Nancy’s eyes on you after that little outburst. Nancy’s eyes flicker from you to Eddie, silently asking him if he were about to let you get away with that behaviour. You felt Eddie rise from his chair, absolutely done with the stubborn brattiness that had gotten into you tonight. Your hand was still in his, but you sat firmly in your chair. Nancy called Robin over to her and she was by her side not a second later. You tried to keep your eyes focused on the pair, watching as Nancy’s fingers raked through Robin’s hair. But the Dom standing beside you, with stern, concerned, chocolate-coloured eyes watching you, was grabbing your attention no matter how hard you tried to look away. “Baby” he stated, tone serious. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” You knew it wasn’t a question. Still, you said; “I have guests to entertain.” “Actually,” Nancy said. “We better get going, or what do you think Robin?” Nancy put her hand in her pocket as she said it. Then everyone clearly saw how Robin’s eyes widened. “Mhrm, yeah, we… gottaleavelikenow…” she said. Nancy smirked. Steve, totally confused by the two couples he was sat between just said: “I’ll walk with you a bit”

Robin more or less ran for the door, whilst Nancy and Eddie agreed to give each other a call later. Eddie was still stood with his hand gripping yours when the door closed behind the guests. “Come with me,” he said. You obeyed, tired of fighting yourself.

Inside the bedroom you sat down on the bed, looking at your feet. You were feeling embarrassed about the outburst you had, embarrassed about the fact that you were both dripping and throbbing at the sight of your dom, and mostly embarrassed about the fact that you were going to have to say all of this out loud. “The behaviour from you tonight, it’s pure bullshit and you know it” Eddie saw how your bottom lip trembled slightly as you fiddled with your fingers. Eddie crouched in front of you. Lifting your chin to look him in the eyes. “C'mon sweetheart, we’ve talked about this.” He stated. Looking into your eyes, his deep ones looking back at you, soft, concerned, open. “I will gladly give you anything that you want, baby, but you have to tell me.” Your eyes welled up at his words, cos you felt like you let him down. The submissive guilt was getting to you. “Daddy.” You whimpered. Looking at Eddie. “Yes? I’m here baby, can you be a good girl and tell me what I can do for you?” He replied, putting his hands on your thighs rubbing softly up and down, coaxing you. “I need you,” you said, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Please” “How do you need me, sweetheart?” He asked. You felt embarrassed to say it, so instead of saying anything, you whined and dove forward, hiding your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck. “Alright now baby,” he said, holding a comforting hand on your back, whilst simultaneously lifting your head up, holding you in place to look at him. “Be a good girl and tell daddy where you need him” “Daddy… I’m throbbing” you said, eyes glossy and bottom lip trembling slightly. Eddie placed a light peck on your lips. “Are you now?” He said, “can you tell me where this throbbing is?” You whimpered, not wanting to say it. “You can say it, sweetheart, you are doing so well, being such a good girl, now use your words and I’ll make you feel good mkay?” Eddie said. ”my clit, it’s throbbing” you whispered. “And I need you, daddy” “Good girl” he praised, kissing your forehead. “Now let’s take care of that then” He pushed you back onto the bed keeping your knees bent. “Oh, I see,” Eddie said as he flipped your skirt up, “Sweetheart, who made you this wet?” The ran his pointer finger up and down your slit through your panties, running his finger over your clit. “More” you whimpered, the teasing was unbearable. Eddie smirked, you could tell that he had something planned. He kept running his finger but he decreased the pressure and now he was gracing ever so lightly across it, making you whine. “Shush it now, sweetheart, do you really think girls who call their daddy and lazy bitch get what they want without having to beg for it?” Eddie said. Fuck. You had hoped that he wouldn’t do anything about it but of course, luck wasn’t on your side. “Please, more” you begged. “Please, who?” He asked, removing his hand completely. “Please daddy,” you said, “touch me, fuck me, I need to not think about anything, please please please daddy.” It was more than Eddie ever expected to hear from you. But desperation apparently was the thing that got you talking. “Shh it’s okay, I’ve got you now baby,” he said, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs. “I’m gonna make you feel so good sweetheart, that’s what you wanted right? You were a little brat simply because what you really wanted was for me to pay some well-earned attention to my good girl” He ran his fingers through your slit, coating them before the plunged two of them deep inside you, which earned a high-pitched moan. “My best girl, who needs me to make her brain go fuzzy, who needs me to make her feel so very good.” You felt the tension build in your stomach. “Uh, daddy” you moaned as Eddie was pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. He leaned down and started to flick his tongue over your clit. “Oh my, holy shit, daddy, I’m gonna cum, can I cum please?” You begged, whilst clutching the balled-up skirt you had around your waist. Eddie looked up at you from between your legs, keeping the steady pace he had going on with his fingers. “Cum for me, cum on my fingers like the good girl I know you are,” he said and it didn’t take long before you did. He pulled out his fingers but let the thumb on his other hand lazy drag over your clit as you rode out the first orgasm of the night. Eddie watched as your vagina twitched around nothing. “Miss me already baby?” He asked. “Mhm” you whimpered, and when Eddie increased the pressure on your sensitive clit you let out a high-pitched whine, followed by “Uh, too sensitive” “You can take it, baby, I know you can,” Eddie said and kept up the relentless rubbing on your already swollen clit. He took his slick-covered fingers and held up them to your lips. “Open up for me” You took his fingers in your mouth without hesitation, the feeling of them on your tongue, his rings resting on your bottom lip, it made your brain go all fuzzy. It flooded your mind with one thing and one thing only. Eddie, daddy. Him.

“Daddy I want you” you mumbled around his fingers. It was barely audible so Eddie removed them from your mouth. This in turn earned a loud, annoyed whine from you. “I know, baby, but I need to understand you” “I want you, in me” you stated again, with a desire to be filled by him. “Your wish is my command sweetheart” he replied with a kiss on your nose. He started to undress first you and then himself. “I wanna be close” you whimpered, in this state you suddenly had no problem with asking for what you wanted. “Alright baby, impatient now are we?” He asked as he took you into his lap, your legs straddling him, your arms around his neck, your tits pressed against his chest, as you sank down onto his cock. You buried your face into his neck, kissing, sucking, leaving hickies and faint bitemarks, you were pressed against him in every way possible and at that moment it truly felt like you would break, crumble and die if you weren’t so close to him. His right arm was wrapped across your back, gripping your left hip, and his left hand was gripping the hair at the back of your head. He guided your hips up and down on his shaft working up a pace quite quickly. “Daddy” you moaned against his neck, As he moved both his hands to your ass, where he could control your movements even more. “Yes, baby, uh you're doing so good, taking me so well,” he moaned breathily into your ear. “Wanna cum” you moaned, and Eddie placed a sloppy kiss on your lips before he said; “Just a little while longer, then you can cum I promise baby” You picked up the pace to get him there sooner and Eddie's hand came down in between your legs, giving your clit some well-earned attention. “I’m close daddy,” you said and felt Eddie's other hand come up and grabbed ahold of your neck. “Hold on sweetheart, if you can’t you know your safeword right?” He asked. You nodded to the best of your ability with his hand on your neck. You felt the grip tighten. “Words, sweetheart,” he said. “I know the word, it’s bats.” You said as Eddie’s guitar-strumming fingers went into overdrive on your clit. “Good girl” he groaned as you sank down onto him impossibly deeper. The hand he had on your throat moved to your chin, pulling your mouth to his, crashing his lips on yours. When the kiss broke he kept a steady grip on your chin, thumb running across the bottom lip before slipping it into your mouth. You moaned around it, whilst your eyes watered as you came close to overstimulation by the second. “Happy tears?” Eddie asked as he kissed some away as they fell on your cheeks. “Uhuh,” you said, agreeing. “You can cum baby,” he said, “cum with me.” You didn’t need more convincing than that. The combined stimulation of Eddie's hand on your chin, his fingers working fast on your clit and the filling sensation of his cock inside you made you go up into the clouds as you let go. “Daddy” you whined as you came down from your high. “I’m here baby, right here .” Tears were running down your cheeks at a fast rate as you wrapped yourself around Eddie, head on his shoulder, him still buried deep inside of you with his cum running out of you. “More” you whimpered, tired. “You got one more in you, baby?” He asked, you looked up at him, eyes hazy, as you were deep in subspace, and the only thing on your mind was to please Eddie, and if that meant more friction to the overly sensitive clit of yours then so be it. “C'mon then sweetheart, give me one more,” he said, removing the hand from your mouth and picking up the pace on your clit again, as he felt your vagina pulsate around his softening cock. The sensation was burning but euphoric at the same time. Eddie watched carefully as he brought you closer to orgasm. He showered you in praise and kissed your tear-stained cheeks. “You are doing so so so well,” he said, as he felt you tighten around him. “Cum whenever you’re ready baby” You felt it building and your mind clouded up with thoughts of Eddie. You came once again, this time squirting all over Eddie and the bed. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy” you rambled on, incapable of thinking of anything else. “I’ve got you, baby, you’ve done so well, my good girl.” He kissed your cheek. “More, daddy,” you said, slumped against him. Totally exhausted and fucked out. “No more sweetheart,” Eddie said and watched as you whined into his shoulder. “It’s okay baby,” he said and kissed the crown of your head as more tears spilled down your cheeks. Eddie realised that he needed to calm you down a bit before he could proceed with his usual aftercare since you were high on about every emotion on the register right now. Totally euphoric, devastated to have it end, and tired out of your mind. “Here baby,” Eddie said and held up two fingers to your mouth. You grabbed his wrist with your hand and took his fingers into your mouth, suckling on them as you calmed down. Eddie smiled at you. “That’s it, sweetheart, calm down for me.” He said, kissing your sweaty forehead. “Then I’m thinking that we’ll go have a bath”

In the bathroom, you whimpered a lot as Eddie temporarily let go of you as he had to fill the tub, but you soon stopped as Eddie brought you into the bath with him. You came back to yourself a little as Eddie rubbed a lathered washcloth across your body. “You there baby?” he asked and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Yeah” you replied. Then you yelped as he brushed the washcloth between your legs, brushing against your still-swollen clit. “Oh shit, sorry baby,” he said. The two of you bathed in silence for a while until Eddie cleared his throat and said. “Is there something that you still wanna talk about?” he tilted your chin up so he could read your expression. “Cos I know the behaviour from you today didn´t just come from horniness, sweetheart.” You felt yourself grow embarrassed at the mention of your behaviour. “You´re right, work was terrible today, and I withheld the crash that I needed., but right now I think I just want to keep being distracted from the thoughts of work.” You said, looking up at him sheepishly. “Then you'll get just that,” Eddie promised. “But sweetheart, the next time that you feel like you need to crash, then please tell me, cause I'll gladly catch you” “I know, I'm sorry for not saying anything, daddy,” you said, burying yourself closer into him. “Don't apologise, just relax in the bath now baby, and then we’ll get to eat that dessert” “Can I go get it?” You asked, to which Eddie chuckled and agreed.

Dessert was eaten and the empty desert bowls were left on your bedside table then you and Eddie snuggled up in bed, you on top of him, wearing his Hellfire club shirt and some panties. You were fast asleep, truly exhausted by the events of the night. Your oral fixation had certainly been coming on strong during the night and you had asked Eddie for his fingers the minute you had curled up and he wasn’t one to deny you anything. So that’s how you ended up asleep with his fingers in your mouth, your grip on his wrist still tight.

The phone rang and he picked it up quickly not to wake you. “Munson?” He said. “Hi, it’s Nancy,” said the voice on the other line. “Hi, how are things? I’m sorry we had to cut dinner so short” Eddie said into the phone as he checked to see if you were asleep enough for him to take his hand back. You weren’t and awoke for a moment, gabbing his wrist a little tighter. “Things are great, it’s no problem you know, something was obviously up and your su..” she caught herself masking it as a cough. “Your girl always comes first” “She does,” he said, smiling down at your sleeping form.“Speaking of...hrm...girls, I assume that you had something to do with the squirming that Robin was up to tonight?” He hesitated as he had said it. Was asking this question overstepping a boundary? Nancy chuckled on the other end of the line. “I absolutely had.” Nancy looked down at the girl, barely asleep beside her. “Let me just tell you, she was a true champ tonight.” Nancy thought about the night that they had and the many, many orgasms that Robin had provided. By the fifth, Robin had more or less begged her to stop but Nancy had only reminded her of her safeword, and then she turned up the setting on the vibrator that was pressed against Robin. She ran her fingers through the hair and down the bare back of the exhausted girl beside her. “I was thinking maybe we should meet up for some ice cream or something tomorrow?” Eddie suggested. “To make up for the lack of dessert” Nancy smiled at the suggestion. “We’d love to!” She said, “Guess we’ll have to invite Steve too?” Eddie chuckled at the memory of Steve’s confused face. “Yeah, of course”

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Send me fall themed ronance or do revenge prompts! I’ll try and write a couple before Sunday, about 100-500 words each