For those also Coping rn, here's some of my favorite stancy fics in my bookmarks, though if ya'll are like me you've probably already read a lot of them:
we're just two souls (swimming in a fish bowl) (year after year)
Post season 4, Nancy helps Steve wash his hair and tend to his wounds
the second hand unwinds by TolkienGirl
Steve goes into Nancy's head to save Nancy when vecna gives her the vision at the end of 4a (all of TolkienGirl's fic is really worth checking out you've probably already read THE stancy fic by them The Figurehead
i walk streets of fire by pasta_lovaa
Post season 4 flirting and getting back together, the whole attached series is good too
hawkins university by orphan_account
Fun college AU, well written despite being orphaned!
Your Blood On My Hands by wolfish_willow
This one is pure whump but it's deliciously stancy about it
I'll Be Here by winnebagodreams
Post series (set post s4) Nancy is sick and alone at Christmas, Steve takes care of her
deliriously in love smileyjiley
Another Nancy sick fic that I love! this author has loads of other great stancy fics too
prom night by buichim
More a Steve 4+1 fic about going to prom, but the stancy bookends are beautiful
And of course, a fic I talk about a lot bc I love it, Pretend Everything is Normal by procrastinate_always
The only fic on this list still in progress, but they're a very reliable updater and treat stancy with so much weight and love. It's a steve lab kid au, which I didn't think would be my cup of tea, but it absolutely had me hooked, ESPECIALLY the stancy meeting scene
Now I'm usually a bit weary about Stoncy fic, as too much of it doesn't take the Steve/Nancy part of the equation seriously and devalues their relationship unless Jonathan is involved, but there are some that I really love (mostly if not all AUs and tropey but fun):
with great power by dharmainitiative
Steve as spiderman AU, balances the relationships between the 3 characters in a very fun way
seldom all they seem wolfish_willow
Kind of a loose historical royalty AU, I'll be honest I didn't read it for a long time because I though it sounded a bit corny, but it was actually a lovely read! Again developing Nancy's feelings for Steve seriously in a way that I NEED for Stoncy fics
don't let the sun go down on me by MaryPSue
This one's also very whumpy for poor Steve, but my fic tastes DO skew in that direction. Nancy and Jonathan are vampires in this AU, Steve is thirsty for them (in a well written way, he does actually struggle with it too) and there's a mystery to solve. This one has less focus on Steve/Nancy specifically imo but it's still worth it
advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
Hello! May I request some Robin x gf!Reader where Robin’s gf surprises her for her birthday with lingerie? 🥵 Very fluffy, kinda shy, but eventually Robin gets more confident with it ;)
Babydoll | Robin Buckley x reader
AN: anon I love you and this request…This one’s short and sweet just under 700 words, I’d love some feedback! 💕
18+ pls! Suggestive content.
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“Hey if the cookies are crisping up around the edges should I take them out of the oven?” Robins voice carried into the bedroom where you were meticulously straightening the strap of your latest purchase. It was a soft baby blue chiffon piece, vintage with a modern twist. The top cupped your breasts, nipples poking through thin lace and floral embroidery before it flared out around your waist, a light floaty transparent layer ending mid thigh.
“Babe?” Robin shouted again, then there was the telltale sound of a baking tray clattering to the counter “ow, shit, okay definitely ready.”
You spritzed some vanilla perfume onto your pulse points, dabbed some sweet cherry flavoured lipgloss onto the center of your lips and then teased some volume into your hair, almost perfect.
“Babe?” Robins voice carried through again “cookies are done -“
You slipped from the bedroom, bare feet padding across the plush carpet, the smell of vanilla and chocolate thick in the air. “Some of them are a bit burnt around the edges but we can-“
Robin paused, spatula in hand, stupid apron askew and a streak of flour across her nose. “Oh” she said softly, eyes quickly flicking up and down your body. You leant a hand on the doorframe purposefully leaning as to accentuate your curves. “Do you like?” You popped your hip out then and playfully spun in a circle. The blue chiffon danced around you like equestrian ribbons and the glitter you’d dusted onto your collarbones lit up like stars in the dim evening light.
“I….is that…new?” Robin asked, a slight voice crack at the end.
The corners of your lips lifted into a smirk “yep…there was a sale on at Frederick’s of Hollywood.I thought it was…pretty.”
A pink flush bloomed across Robin’s cheeks, her eyes flicked down, once, just peeking at your cleavage before she quickly looked at your face again. “Pretty” she repeated “yeah…it’s…definitely that.”
You stepped closer, hand on the kitchen island, she was on the other side and she swallowed as you got close enough that she could smell the sweetness of the vanilla perfume. “You can look you know” you said with a hint of amusement in your tone “I am your girlfriend Robin.”
“I know that” her tone was higher than usual, eyes now looking somewhere above your head like the top of the fridge was fascinating to her and you laughed, edging around the counter until you stood in front of her.
“Robs?”
“Yeah?”
“Happy birthday” you whispered and then you leaned up and kissed the edge of her jaw, before moving down to her pulse point, teasing her sensitive skin lightly with your teeth.
“It’s not until tomorrow” Robin said breathily, eyes closed in pleasure.
“I decided to let you unwrap your gift early…”
Something snapped like a live wire thrumming with electricity under her skin and she kissed you, a deep, searching kiss. Your teeth clashed and your noses bumped and you laughed into it, brushing back her hair.
“You look so beautiful” she murmured into your lips, hand resting on your waist. You felt your stomach swoop as the heat of her touch bled through the thin fabric. “Yeah?”
“Yeah” she echoed and then she tugged you closer, hips meeting hips, lace and chiffon meeting rough worn denim, the friction too delicious to resist. “Gorgeous even…just ridiculously pretty.”
“You’re rambling.”
“And you’re unreal.” Robin finally let herself stare, eyes drinking in every inch of your skin and you shivered under the intensity of it. Her fingertips danced across your waist, down the flare of your hips, back up again and across each of your nipples, she smirked when they pebbled under her touch, when you squeezed your thighs together noticeably under the skirt.
“Look at you” a thumb swiped across your lips and she kissed you again, savouring the sweet cherry of the lipgloss “wearing this pretty little number just for me? I like it, I like it a lot, you know where I’d like it more?”
“Where?”
Her breath was hot and ticklish against your ear “on our bedroom floor.”
You snorted “that’s such a cliche line Buckley.”
“And you’re wet L/N.”
You’d never been more thankful for a sale in your life.
watch movies that make you uncomfortable read books that make you uncomfortable go to plays that make you uncomfortable watch tv that makes you uncomfortable look at paintings and sculpture and artwork that makes you uncomfortable. it is spiritually and morally and ethically and artistically really really good for you. think about why you are uncomfortable. what biases do you bring to art? what biases does the art bring to you? how do you reconcile this? how does your worldview grow and expand and change? all this and more will be answered and available to you if you just engage with art that does not coddle you and treats you like an intelligent human being that can sit through discomfort
Thinking about being a reporter at the Hawkins high post, its senior year, Nancy's editor and she takes it way too seriously. Think late nights putting the paper together, the smell of coffee in polystyrene cups, ink staining your fingers and her hair falling into her eyes as she pours over the mockup. She's bossy and pretty and she calls you 'my star reporter' when you come to her with articles before anyone else. Her face when the issues come out make all the stress worth it, she glows.
A shared smile, a drink brought just how the other likes it, her pink scrunchie lent to you without having to ask...mistletoe in the office, a late deadline where everyone else bailed, lips touching for the first time and wondering if you should mention it in the light of day.
i think because of the whole "writers write for themselves" notion that's becoming increasingly popularized, people forget that we still thrive off interaction and kindness. i write for myself but kudos and comments and bookmarks and really any sort of interaction with my fics genuinely motivates me to keep writing and keep sharing my works.
I’m thinking my Steve Harrington x Robins sister fic should be an OC to better make use of the fact she’s robins sister? I can do reader though if people think that would be better. I need name suggestions and thoughts pls 🙏🏻
This would have had me crucified on tumblr 10 years ago but maybe we are ready for this conversation now:
If you are a socially anxious person, you have to socialize. Your panic/anxiety attacks will only get worse and trigger more frequently if you constantly avoid contact with The Public. Not saying that you need to be a social butterfly- but there is a genuine problem with not being able to order your own meal at a restaurant. And it cannot be solved by always having someone else do it for you.
This is a PSA to about 3/4s of the Portland Youth populace
everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.
