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taivansupremacy · 2 years

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4 times nancy thought steve and robin were dating & the 1 time she knew they weren't

Summary: Nancy doesn't know how she didn't see it before. Robin and Steve are too close- too touchy to not be dating. But why does it bother her so much? She thought she was over Steve.

Word count: 5,825

A/N: This is my first ronance fic and im so nervous!! I've been seeing a lot of ronance content on my dash and reading a lot of fics on here and ao3 so i just had to write for them. Also trying out a new kinda format with pictures instead of a gif. I hope you all enjoy!

CW: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed

The first time that Nancy realized that Steve and Robin might have been dating was when she crashed one of their weekly movie nights. She was dropping by Steve’s to return the jacket he lent her the last time their group hung out at Skull Rock. She didn’t plan to stay for more than a minute, just enough to pass back his jacket, make polite but short conversation, then head back home to study for her next chem test. But Nancy unfortunately asked about his plans for the night and suddenly she was sat on the loveseat, munching on overly salted popcorn and watching the new Halloween movie with Robin and Steve, who sat on the couch beside the loveseat, sharing a blanket and a bowl of popcorn.

If Nancy was being completely honest with herself, she was watching Robin and Steve more closely than she was watching the movie. She couldn’t tell you who Michael Meyers killed on screen two minutes ago, but she could tell you exactly what Robin and Steve were doing for the last ten minutes.

Cuddling. Robin and Steve were cuddling. The sandy blonde was tucked into Steve’s side, her head resting on his shoulder as they spoke in hushed voices, giggling every once in awhile. The sight of it made a lump form in Nancy’s throat. She knew that it was irrational to be upset about Steve and Robin’s closeness, but that didn’t stop her from feeling it anyway. The more she thought about it and let herself glance in the direction of the pair on the other couch, it became clearer to her that Robin and Steve were dating.

The lump in her throat turned into a knot in her stomach as the realization hit her. Steve and Robin were her friends and she should be happy for them. Then why was she so upset? Why did the thought of the two of them together neauseate her? She’d been over Steve for two years, so she had no reason to feel this way. That’s what she thought, anyway. She may have to reevaluate her feelings for the brunette after tonight’s events.

When Robin and Steve walked her out at the end of the movie, hand in hand, Nancy did her best not to stare at their intertwined fingers or notice how bright their smiles were when they looked at each other. She tried not to think about why Robin wasn’t leaving with her and the duffel bag that she passed in the hallway on the way to the front door, littered with patches similar to the ones on Robin’s favorite jacket.

She tried not to think of those things as she drove herself home. She tried not to think of those things as she lay in bed at night, willing her body to let her sleep. But the image of Robin’s head on Steve’s shoulder and the sound of lovesick giggling clouded her mind nonetheless.

About a week after the movie night at Steve’s, Nancy headed to Family Video to return a movie and rent a new one. She pushed open the heavy glass door, the bell above the door ringing as she stepped through the threshold. She was in a chipper mood, having gotten an A on her chem test earlier that day, until she saw them. Robin and Steve were behind the counter, standing way too close for Nancy’s liking and whispering to each other. She couldn’t understand why, as the store was empty and there was no one there to hear them. Her mood dampened even more as she got closer to the counter and saw them wearing the smiles that they had reserved only for each other.

They broke apart as soon as they noticed her, sheepish smiles replacing their bright ones. They knew they were caught.

“Nance, hey!” Robin chirped, her voice a whole octave higher than usual, almost as if she was trying too hard to pretend to be casual.

Nancy forced a tight lipped smile and gave a small wave as she approached the counter. Steve and Robin were now separated, now stationed at their respective registers. She headed straight for Robin’s register without a second glance at the Harrington boy.

“Hey, Rob.”

Nancy was undoubtedly still bitter about the previous incident, but she couldn’t help but soften as she stared into the baby blue eyes of Robin Buckley. Robin always had that effect on her. Robin was the calm to Nancy’s storm. The Wheeler girl cleared her throat to gain her composure- to bring herself back down to Earth.

“Do you guys happen to have Ferris Bueller’s Day Off? I came in here on Monday to rent it, but Kieth said it was out.” She leaned against the counter, her palms flat on the purple countertop as she waited for a response from the girl in front of her.

Robin perked up, immediately turning behind her to the black cart, marked “returns”. She rummaged around for a second before turning around again, waving the tape case in the air with a victorious smile. The sight made Nancy smile and her heart soar.

“Just got it back today!” Robin scanned the tape and set it on the counter, “Did you want to get anything else?”

Did she need anything else? Honestly, Nancy could care less if she got to see Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. The movie was for Mike, anyway, but she volunteered to go and pick it up while he was at Hellfire so she could see her friends. Though at that moment, she didn’t really feel like conversing with Steve Harrington.

“Don’t think so.”

“Cool.”

An awkward silence fell between the two as Robin finished typing Nancy’s account information into the computer, scanning the movie again, as she had messed up the first time.

“So…” Nancy started, “Any plans after work today?”

She was just trying to make conversation, but it sure sounded like she wanted to see Robin after work. Some may have even interpreted it as the preamble to a date invitation. She cringed at herself, hoping that Robin didn’t misread the situation. Since when was she an overthinker? Nancy Wheeler always acted with confidence, even if she happened to make a mistake.

“Going to Steve’s to watch a bad horror movie, maybe stay over,” She chuckled as she handed nancy her receipt and her movie, “What about you?”

Fucking Harrington again. She felt a pang in her chest at the mention of his name and willed herself not to show any sign of distaste. Nancy should have suspected that they’d hang out after work. They were dating, after all. As much as she loved Steve as a friend, she wondered what Robin saw in him. Even more than that, Nancy wondered why she was so upset about Robin and Steve watching a movie together after work. She had no right to be jealous and she reminded herself of that as she forced another smile.

“Cool. Well, have fun!” Nancy said with as much enthusiasm as she could muster, “I need to head home to deliver this to Mike before Will gets there so uh I’ll see you later.”

She didn’t even give Robin time to reply before she was speedwalking towards the door, desparate to get out of the small video shop.

The Wheeler’s basement was the main hangout spot for both Mike and Nancy’s group of friends. This used to result in daily fights between the two siblings, as both wanted to stake claim on the space on the same days, until finally, they decided that Nancy got the basement on Friday nights and weekends and Mike got it every other day of the week. On Friday nights, Nancy had Steve, Robin, Eddie, and Jonathan over. It was a low-key hangout that sometimes included beer and weed, when her parents weren’t home to to smell it.

Robin and Steve were the last to show up, having gotten off of work later than their usual Friday hangout start time. They bounded down the basement stairs, Robin carrying the “good beer” that Steve stole from his father and Steve carrying the pizza. The sounds of their laugher and clanking cans of beer could be heard even before they had completely descended the stairs.

Nancy’s chest usually filled with warmth at the sound of Robin’s giggles. She usually found herself unable to fight a smile and a small chuckle of her own when she heard the raspy laughter. Usually the sound was music to her ears, but tonight she was almost nauseated by the it because Robin was laughing with Steve, more than likely because of something he said or an inside joke he brought up. Her blood boiled at the thought, but she couldn’t let it show.

“Hey, guys,” Steve managed through his obnoxious laugher.

Robin gave a small wave with the cutest smile to match. Nancy melted at the sight and almost completely forgot about the jealousy she felt a minute ago.

“We got pizza and beer!” Robin chirped, walking over to the coffee table to set 2 six packs down before taking a seat on the couch.

Nancy frowned to herself from her spot on the floor. Robin usually sat by her on Friday nights, it was the only reason that Nancy sat on the floor of her own basement. Steve followed suit, placing the large pizza box on the coffee table and taking a seat beside Robin, pulling a blanket off of the arm of the couch and over the two of them. The sandy blonde shot a grateful smile at her counterpart and Nancy was once again red hot with jealousy.

After the pizza was devoured and the “good beer” was broken into, Robin settled her head on Steve’s shoulder as she laughed at something Eddie said. Jonathan stood up, his trusty polaroid camera slung around his neck, and snapped a picture of the two all cuddled up together. Nancy stared straight ahead at the two with a grimace and fire behind her eyes as Robin laughed at a story that Steve was telling from their shift earlier that night. Steve’s fingers ran through Robin’s short sandy hair as he spoke. Even in her jealousy, she wondered how it would feel to run her fingers through Robin’s hair. It looked so soft from her spot across from her.

“Nance? Nance?” Eddie shook one of her shoulders from his spot beside her.

She shook her head, finally tearing her eyes away from Robin and Steve to look at the man beside her.

“Yeah, right. I’m here.” She nodded, more to herself than Eddie.

“You were up in space for a second,” He chuckled, taking a quick sip of his beer, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” She forced a smile, “Just lost in thought, I guess.”

Eddie quirked a brow and nudged her side with a smug smile, “Do those thoughts happen to be about a certain Harrington?” He asked under his breath.

Nancy scoffed, rolling her eyes, “Absolutely not.”

“Ahh, so you were thinking about Buckley, then,” He whispered just as smugly.

Nancy froze. She had been caught. Was she really that obvious?

“No! Just stressed about my essay for Click’s class,” She defended, tugging at the fibers of the carpet below her and averting the metalhead’s eyes, as she knew he would see right through her.

“Hm,” Was all he muttered before turning back to the conversation that was still going on around them.

Meanwhile, Nancy’s head was still swirling with thoughts of the sandy haired girl in front of her. She had never considered that she was jealous of Robin and Steve because she had a crush on Robin, as Eddie suggested. She always figured that she was jealous because Steve was hogging one of her best friends. But friends don’t think about how pretty their laugh is, or how soft their hair must feel. Friends definitely don’t feel their heart leap into their chest when they hold hands or get nervous to talk to them when they were too close in proximity. Fuck, Nancy had a crush on Robin.

For the rest of the night, Nancy tried to think of anything else. She also tried not to look directly at Robin and Steve and made sure to converse mostly with Jonathan and Eddie. Nancy was stubborn and usually stuck to her guns. She kept her eyes off of the couple in front of her, and successfully limited her talking to only respond to Jonathan and Eddie, but she still couldn’t keep her mind off of Robin.

The girl of the hour eventually switched spots with Eddie when he complained that his “old knees” were hurting from sitting on the floor for so long. Nancy immediately smelled her vanilla-scented perfume when Robin dropped to the floor beside her. They sat shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee. She silently cursed, wishing for the first time that Robin would go sit anywhere else.

“Hey, Nance,” Robin offered a small smile that Nancy knew better than to believe was real. She knew all of Robin’s tells, enough to know that she was nervous, “We haven’t really talked all night. How’ve you been?”

“I’m- Everything’s been fine.” She answered almost coldly.

It’s not that she meant to come off as mean, she just wanted to seem uninterested, maybe a little aloof, so that Robin wouldn’t push her any further, but her bitterness and jealousy got the better of her.

“Well, I missed you tonight,” She nudged Nancy’s side with a playful smile, obviously trying to emit a laugh from her upset friend, but to no avail.

The close proximity and Robin’s good intentioned prying was putting Nancy on edge, even more than she was previously. Having Robin this close to her was both electrifying and maddening at the same time. On one hand, her presence was always warm and welcome. Robin could make her smile on her worst days. But tonight, Nancy’s revelation made her stomach churn and the sandy blonde girl’s knee touching her own made her nauseous. It was too much for her to handle all at once.

“Yeah, well looked like you were just fine hanging out with Steve.” Nancy’s eyes widened at her own words. She had no idea where her biting words and harsh tone came from, but they were out in the open now. She couldn’t take them back, nor could she bear to look at Robin after she said them, her eyes trained on the carpet below her.

“N-Nance, I-”

“I’m going to head up to bed,” Nancy jumped to her feet, addressing the whole room, “You guys can stay up a little longer though. You know where all the blankets and pillows are down here.”

Nancy ascended the stairs without another word, muffling her sobs and trying not to think of the freckled girl that sat just downstairs.

It was Wednesday, which meant that per Karen and Ted Wheelers demands, Nancy had to go back to school and pick up Mike from his Hellfire Club meeting that got out at 8PM. She thought it was rather annoying, considering the mountain of homework that she had sitting on her desk, including an essay on Gatsby that was due in two days. The thought made her squirm. She hated having unfinished tasks, academic or not.

She pulled into a parking spot by the front doors so Mike could easily locate her and she could get home quicker. She put the car in park and sat back, catching a glimpse of Steve’s red BMW parked beside her and Steve leaning against the hood with headphones on and a walkman in his hand. He was waiting for someone, too. Without a second thought, she got out of the car, making her way to the brunette boy in front of her and leaned on the hood beside him.

“Hey. Waiting for Dustin?”

He shook his head, pulling the headphones off of his head and letting them rest around his neck, “No. He’s catching a ride with Will and Joyce tonight.”

“Oh..” Nancy racked her brain, “then who?” She asked, puzzled.

“Robin.” Nancy felt a pang in her chest at the familiar name. She should’ve known, “Her band practice ran late today. Usually she’s outta here by 6.”

“W-why? Why are you picking Robin up from band?” The green monster of jealousy was out to get Nancy again and she knew it. It was painfully obvious in her tone of voice. All she could do was hope that Steve didn’t hear it.

“Who else would do it?” Steve shrugged, “I won’t let her bike home past 5PM. Too many weirdos out here, you know? So I pick her up from band practice every Wednesday, whether it runs late or not. Sometimes we get dinner afterwards or hang out at her house for a bit. S’not a bad deal.”

Nancy pictured it, Robin and Steve laughing in the booth of a diner, holding hands and sharing a milkshake, or making out in Robin’s bedroom with one of her many cassettes playing in her stereo. She knew that she was only torturing herself with those images, but she couldn’t help it. Steve painted such a clear picture in her head with so few words, or maybe that was the jealousy talking.

“That’s nice of you,” Nancy forced a smile, “I’m here to pick Mike up from Hellfire on Wednesdays, anyway. So, if you ever wanted to just.. I don’t know, let me pick her up and drop her off at home so you can have the week off, I could totally do that.”

Steve waved her off, bringing his hand to his hip, “No, no it’s fine. We like driving around together, anyway. Rob’s been showing me new music and telling me all about the band drama. It’s really more fun for me than a burden.” He paused, turning to look at the girl beside him, “If I ever can’t make it, I’ll let you know, though.”

Nancy responded with a nod and a tight-lipped smile, afraid that she’d say something she’d regret if she let herself speak.

Suddenly, Robin came walking out of the front doors of the building, clad in the Hawkins High band practice uniform. The white shirt with the green tiger on the front hugged her body in all the right places and the matching green shorts showed off Robin’s long legs. Nancy had seen Robin in her practice uniform dozens of times, usually in the hall right before she runs off to the band room so she isn’t late, but that didn’t stop her from admiring how good she looked in it.

“Ugh!” She exclaimed, throwing her trumpet case in the back seat of Steve’s car, “I’m sorry we ran so late today. The trombones kept messing up their part and Mr. Baum wouldn’t let us leave until they got it right.”

She stripped her shirt off and threw it in the backseat, leaving her in only a black sports bra. Immediately after tossing her shirt, she slipped her shorts off, and tossed them on top of her band shirt. Nancy’s eyes were blown wide and she stared at the toned muscles of Robin’s stomach and arms for a minute before she came back to herself. She immediately looked to Steve, but he didn’t seem surprised. She tried not to think about how that meant that Robin was comfortable enough to undress in front of him, probably on a regular basis.

“Then once they got it right, the clarinets couldn’t get their shit together and the same rule applied and now here we are, going home 2 hours late.” She finished as she reached in the car to grab pair of green Hawkins High basketball shorts and slip them on.

Nancy had seen those shorts before. They were Steve’s. She’d seen him wear them countless times, from secret sleepovers at her house when they dated, to Friday night hangouts a couple weeks ago. Of course Robin would wear Steve’s clothes. It was extremely common for girlfriends to steal their boyfriends’ clothes, but still, it bothered Nancy.

When Robin was finished with her rant and getting dressed, she took a breath and looked up, cheeks growing red at the sight of the Wheeler girl in front of her.

“Oh god, Nance, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize you were there. If I did I wouldn’t have…” She gestured over her body, “I’m used to it just being ol’Stevie and I out here,” She chuckled nervously, rocking on her heels.

“No, I- uh.. I just… See I’m- well I’m here to pick up Mike today, so…”

Nancy Wheeler, one of the most intelligent, well-spoken students at Hawkins High was stuttering because of a shirtless, very toned, pretty girl in front of her. She could interview just about anyone for a newspaper article, take the insults of the men at the Hawkins Post, and walk headfirst into danger to fight the Mindflayer or Vecna and do it all with her head held high and unwavering confidence, but the minute Robin Buckley strips her shirt off, all of it goes away and she brings up her brother, of all people.

“Right, Hellfire Club meets today,” Robin said, a warm smile gracing her features, “It’s really nice of you to pick your brother up.��

Suddenly, Mike’s walking towards her car, a wide grin plastered on his face as he turned around to say his goodbyes to Eddie and his friends. He stood beside his sister when he reached the car. Nancy was still struggling to speak, her mouth and opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Yeah, well- My um, my parents wanted me to- They don’t want to come back here so-so I do it.”

Mike rolled his eyes beside her, “Nance, let’s go.” He groaned, already impatient.

“Yeah, uh we should go!”

“Us too,” Robin added, “Gotta go grab some dinner, but I’ll see you before first period tomorrow?”

“Totally!” She immediately winced at her over-eagerness.

“Come on, Nancy!” Mike nagged, throwing his head back.

“See ya tomorrow!” Robin laughed as she rounded the BMW to get to the passenger side. She slipped into the car beside Steve.

“B-bye Rob!” She called, but the BMW was already gone.

Nancy had been stopping by the video store much more frequently than she’d ever admit. She wan’t exactly one for movies, that was more Mike’s territory, but she did have her eye on one Robin Buckley that worked the counter at Family Video. So every day after school, Nancy would drive to the video store with some excuse. Mike wanted to see the new Star Wars movie, her mom wanted a nice rom-com to cuddle up with that night, Holly wanted to see the My Little Pony movie were all excuses that she used, and none of them were true. She was just too embarrassed to admit that she showed up just to see Robin.

Nancy pushed the heavy glass door open as the bell above it chimed, signalling herr arrival. She didn’t see Robin at the counter this time, only Steve and a big pile of returned tapes beside him. Nancy didn’t panic just yet, Robin could be stocking or rewinding tapes.

She entered the empty store and made her way to the counter, looking around for the familiar sandy blonde mop of hair to pop up between the shelves, but it didn’t show.

“Hey Steve,” Nancy greeted, trying to see past him to the open door of the back room, which to her dismay looked to be empty.

“Nance,” He responded as he sorted through the tapes beside him, “What can I do for ya?”

She realized that she didn’t come up with excuse for today’s visit, so she had to think fast.

“I came for me today, actually. I want to have a movie night, but I’m not sure what to watch.”

Steve chuckled, he was definitely onto her, “Recommendations are more Robin’s thing, since she has better taste than me, but you can take a look around.”

Nancy just nodded and turned around to scour the shelves for her favorite blonde. She refused to believe that she wasn’t here. Nancy tried to convince herself that she could have been sitting on the floor between shelves, but even she knew that she was being delusional, as Robin definitely would have popped up to say hi to her by now. So she searched the empty store for a movie that she probably wouldn’t watch.

Suddenly, the bell above the door rang out again and Nancy could only hope that it was Robin starting her shift late. She craned her neck to see over the shelves and she quickly saw that it was not Robin. A tall, curly blonde wearing way too much lipgloss walked up to the counter and leaned on it, popping her bubblegum in her mouth.

“Do you have a copy of The Poltergeist?” The girl asked without greeting as she stared Steve down like she wanted to eat him for dinner.

“Y-yeah, uh we definitely do,” Steve answered as he rounded the counter and took the girl’s hand, leading her to the horror section, “You know, I heard that this movie is really scary. You might want to find someone to watch it with you.”

Nancy knew that tone. She’d heard it countless times when she and Steve dated. He was flirting back when he was dating Robin! She hid between the shelves and continued to listen, peeking through so she could see the two as they lingered by the horror section.

“Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll do that then.” The blonde responded, biting her lip. It made Nancy’s stomach sick.

They continued to flirt back and forth until they ended up back at the counter to check out. Nancy had learned that the girl’s name was Carrie and she was a cheerleader at a school in the next town over.

She watched as Carrie scribbled her name and phone number on the back of her receipt and slipped it bsck across the counter to Steve.

“Call me. You know, in case I need someone to watch this movie with me…” Was all she said before she exited the store.

Nancy was fuming. She thought Steve had changed, but it seemed that he was just fooling everyone and he was still the same grade A douchebag from 3 years ago.

As soon as she knew that the coast was clear, she speedwalked to the counter empty-handed. She was on a mission, “Where’s Robin?” She asked almost coldly, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Steve laughed, “See, I knew you only came here to-”

“Steve, not in the mood. Where is she?”

His smile quickly fell, “Uh… should be home. She called out to do some homework today. Said she was swamped. Is everything okay?”

Without another word or glance at Steve, Nancy took off toward the Buckley residence. He called out for her a few more times before she got to the glass double doors, but she kept walking. He didn’t deserve to have an explanation, Nancy decided.

Nancy’s car pulled into the familiar driveway of the Buckley’s house. It was empty, which meant that her parents were out for the night, but a blue bike with a metal basket attached to the handlebars leaned against the garage door. Robin was home.

Suddenly, she was at the door, her hand hovering over the yellowed doorbell as she took a breath, then she pushed it. Robin appeared, sliding down the hardwood flooring of the main hallway with socks on and Nancy almost completely forgot about her anger. Robin Buckley was a complete ray of sunshine. Her eyes widened in surprise when she peered through the window in her front door to find Nancy standing there.

The door swung open and Robin stood in the doorway, “Nance! Whatcha doin’ here? Not that I’m not excited to see you, because I totally am, but usually you call before you come over. Is everything okay? It’s not the Russians again is it?”

Nancy chuckled, “No, no. Not the Russians… but I wouldn’t exactly say that everything’s okay. Can I com in?”

Robin nodded and stepped aside as Nancy led the way to the Buckley livingroom like it was her own. It may as well have been, Nancy was over all the time. The girls took a seat on the couch and Robin grabbed the remote, pausing Family Ties before turning her attention to the brunette behind her.

“So… What’s wrong?” Robin asked, chewing on her bottom lip anxiously.

“Well I uh went to the video store today and saw Steve. He was flirting with some blonde girl and she gave him her number… I was just so disgusted with him. Anyway, I came right here so I could tell you. I’m sorry, Rob,” Nancy knew that she only gave an abbreviated version of what happened, but she told Robin what she needed to know and she figured that more details would just make her more upset. But Robin still looked at her with furrowed brows, possibly more confused than she was when she saw Nancy at the front door.

“I-I’m a little lost here, Nance, I’m not gonna lie,” Robin chuckled.

“Steve cheated on you,” She stated plainly and waited for the sobs, for Robin’s beautiful features to twist into a frown, for her to launch herself forward to hold on to Nancy as she cried, but instead, Robin laughed, loud and raspy.

“You thought Steve and I were dating?”

“Y-yeah. I mean, you guys are always cuddly and holding hands and you never go anywhere without him. He drops you off and picks you up from school, for god’s sake! He doesn’t even go to Hawkins High anymore!” Nancy didn’t know why she got defensive, maybe it was because she felt a little stupid, a little confused.

“Absolutely not. Gross,” Robin chuckled, “We’re just close, is all. Though I am surprised that he managed to get a girl’s number. He usually scares them away before they can even offer.”

“So you and Steve...?”

“Very platonic. With a capital P.”

“And you...?”

“Single and very gay,” Robin giggled, still amused by the mere thought of her and Seve Harrington dating, “Thought you knew that, Wheeler.”

Nancy froze. Robin was gay, which meant that she had a chance wirh her.

“W-well, no I uh don’t-didn’t exactly know that specific piece of information,” Nancy looked down at her lap, suddenly very embarrassed, “If I did I wouldn’t have come over here…to tell you that Steve was cheating on you.”

She watched as Robin’s confident smile fell and was quickly replaced by furrowed brows and an almost frown.

“Don’t worry. I won’t like hit on you or anything,” She chuckled nervously, obviously trying to play off her hurt, “You’re uh- you’re safe there.”

Nancy felt a pang in her chest. Robin thought she was disgusted by her.

“Does that mean that I’m not allowed to hit on you either, then?” Nancy wasn’t sure where that sudden burst of confidence came from. Perhaps she was more desparate to prove that she didn’t hate Robin than she was scared to share her true feelings.

Robin’s eyes snapped up to meet Nancy’s, her smile settling back onto her lips, “N-no I’d actually love it if you would hit on me because you’re hot and funny and so smart and I’ve been dropping hints for ages. Though, Steve tells me that I’m bad at that, so it’s not really your fault if you didn’t get them. I-I’d be honored if you’d hit on me because you’re definitely out of my league, I mean… I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” Her cheeks grow red under Nancy’s fond stare.

“A little, but it’s okay. I like to listen to you talk.”

Robin beamed and Nancy swore she could see the glisten of unshed tears in her eyes. The sandy blonde cleared her throat and tried to contain her smile. Nancy wished she wouldn’t. She decided she’d do just about anything to get Robin to smile that brightly at her again, as if she hung the moon, as if she was the center of Robin’s entire world.

“I uh…thank you. No one’s ever said that to me before. Usually people just tell me to be quiet.” The taller girl shrugged, as if she’d accepted that fact. Nancy wished that she didn’t have to.

“Well, I’m honored to be the first, then.”

A few moments of silence passed over them before Nancy glanced at the TV screen to find a still of Mallory Keaton sitting on the couch and remembered that she walked in on Robin watching Family Ties. She realized that she was probably intruding on a peaceful night in and stood up to excuse herself, walking closer to Robin to hug her goodbye.

“I’m uh gonna head home and let you get back to your night with the Keatons,” She chuckled as she gestured to the TV, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, yeah?”

“No, wait… stay?” Robin asked shyly, “I-I have popcorn in the kitchen, 2 seasons of Family Ties on tape, an extra pair of PJs upstairs, and my parents won’t be home until after school tomorrow. We could have like I don’t know, a date.”

Nancy blushed. She had to admit, a date night in sounded much better than going home. She liked Family Ties and she liked Robin even more.

“Hmm…I could be persuaded, I think. Maybe if you-” Then Nancy was cut off by Robin’s lips on her own. When the shock wore off, Nancy melted into the kiss and rested her hands on Robin’s waist, holding her close and gripping the soft cotton of her t-shirt as if Robin would get away from her if she didn’t hold on tight enough. Their lips moved in tandem as they kissed, soft and slow, like they were trying to savor the feeling, and Nancy was. She’d thought about kissing Robin Buckley for months and now that she finally was, she realized that her lips were softer and her kisses were sweeter than she ever pictured them to be.

She pulled away giggling when she finally needed to breathe, and she saw it again. Robin’s bright, toothy smile. The one that made Nancy feel like she was the center of her world, the one she tried to hide just minutes ago, but didn’t show any signs of doing so this time.

“I’ve wanted to do that forever,” Robin admitted with crimson cheeks and a quiet, giddy giggle, “So…are you persuaded?”

“Not sure.” Nancy said, feigning thoughtfulness, “Think you have to kiss me again. You know, so I can make an informed decision.”

And so Robin leaned in again for the second of many blissful times that night.

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Takes place post season 4 -- Best Friends to Lovers -- Slow Burn -- Angst and Happy Endings

Description: You and Steve have been best friends for years, growing together through everything Hawkins had to throw at you. There's just one thing, you're in love with your best friends and try your hardest to move on. Little do you know, your best friend feels the same way. (yes there is a little women reference in here)

warnings: Violence, mentions of insecurities, swearing, assault (guy tries to get reader to sleep with him and reader says no, screaming match ensues)

word count: 9k

a/n: guess who's back, back again, E is back. Hi guys, I know it's been a while since I've written something, and I really wanted to make this worth it as a comeback post. life is weird right now, and i'm handling a lot of weird things happening in my life, and I've used this fic as a creative outlet. this is by far my longest fic to date, so I really hope you guys enjoy it! This fic is dedicated to @foreverindreamlandd for inspiring me to write a steve fic, to @florestmoon for inspiring me to write a slow burn fic, and to @cevans-is-classic for being my dear friend and beta reader. Enjoy!

“Oh my god! You’re in love with him!”

Robin’s voice echoed through the quiet of the Hawkins bookstore, the very few customers scattered through the shelves glaring towards the two of you as you hastily shush her, reaching over the counter to place your hand on her mouth. She rambles on, voice muffled by your hand as you continue to whisper “shhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” at her.

“Robin please keep your voice dow- EW!” You rip the hand covering her mouth away at lightning speed, staring at the now wet spot on your palm, brows pulled together in disgust. “You just licked me?”

“You wouldn’t move your hand,” She shrugged. “You taste like old paper.”

“I just reshelved some of our used books.” You frown as you wipe your hand on your jeans. “Robin, I have no clue what you’re talking about.” You grab the box of paper bags and move down the counter to the register.

“Oh come on!” Robin moves with you. “I see the way you look at him, I listen to how you talk about him. I always thought it was some weird best-friends-through-shared-trauma connection you guys have together, but after that pretty decent guy gave you his number and you waved it off and- and I just told you about him putting the moves on Gina during our last shift. It clicked! You love Steve Harrington!” She whispers the last sentence, leaning across the counter so much that her toes lift off of the ground. Your silence is enough for her and she starts to vibrate in place.

“Robin, please, do not say a single word. Please.” You sigh, leaning onto the counter.

“How long?” Her voice loses all teasing tone as she tilts her head.

“About two years.”

“Oh, sweetie.” Your head drops to the counter, body fully slumped over, cheek pressed against the scuffed wood top.

“Ish humiliating.” Your voice comes out muffled.

“It’s not humiliating. Have you talked to him about it?” She places a hand on your hair, brushing it away from your face.

“Of course not.” The heat builds up in your cheeks as you go on. “He was with Nancy, and then Nancy broke his heart and then he liked you,” You miss the confusion on her face at these words. “And then you became friends, and now he’s on this serial dating rampage and I just can’t take that anymore.” You drag the last syllable as a groan.

“I think you need to talk to him, Y/N.” Your head shoots up at that.

“No, no, no. I can’t, I can’t risk it. What if he’s actually disgusted by me and is just pity friends with me? What if he’s just friends with me because I’m a vacuum for him to tell me his feelings?” You ramble out.

“I seriously doubt that-”

“But what if he is, Rob? We’ve known each other for over a decade. He could very well only be friends with me because he feels obligated. I was just his weird new neighbor that his parents made him befriend when we were 8.” Your head smacks right back down onto the counter, the dull thud echoing through the quiet front end. Her hands move right back to smoothing your hair as you whimper pathetically.

“Y/N, I really think you need to talk to him about this. I think… If you did… you may be surprised at the outcome and see that-” Robin’s dulcet tone is once again cut off, but instead of you being the culprit, it’s the bell above the entrance. At the noise, you don’t move. To hell with professionalism. You’re sure your aunt, who owns the shop and gave you the job, would understand when you inevitably sat down with her and a bottle of wine to explain if a complaint was made.

“Woah woah, why so solemn? It’s starting to feel like a funeral home in here.” His voice makes you tense, Robin feeling it immediately.

“Solemn? Was that your word of the day today, Harrington?” Robin diverts his attention instantly, and you make a mental note to thank her later.

“Actually, Robin, today’s word was ‘Nebulous’, thank you very much.” Steve shoots back, looking out among the shelves. You finally decide to lift your face off of the counter, squeezing your eyes shut before finally looking at him.

He looks good, when doesn’t he look good, of course he looks good. The fall air has settled on Hawkins, the leaves tumbling through main street and past the shop showed you how much temperatures must have dropped since your shift began. He donned his regular jeans, but instead of his usual polo and windbreaker, he stood in front of you with a loose button up and jean jacket on. The mustard color of the button up worked for him, you thought. He ran his hand through his hair before turning to face you again.

“Why the dramatics, huh? Did they delay the shipment of the new Stephen King books again?” He reaches a finger out to poke at your forehead, no doubt red from where it was squished against the counter just moments prior. You kick the newly delivered box further under the counter at this, willing to take the out he presented you with. When you open your mouth, though, Robin cuts in.

“Actually, our dear girl here is having some boy troubles.” You and Steve both snap your heads to look at the blonde at that. Nope, not going to thank her anymore. You, again, go to say something, but Robin continues. “See, this guy gave her his number yesterday and,” Robin leans over the counter to dig a hand underneath the register, pulling out the crumpled paper you stuffed there, flashing it to Steve. “She doesn’t know if she should call him. I was talking her through it.”

“Oh.” Steve’s eyes are wide as he looks at the number and at you. There’s something different in his tone. “Well… who was the guy? Anyone I’d know?”

“Just some guy from the college a couple towns over…” You mutter, picking at the roll of packing tape on the counter. He tenses, but you don’t catch it. “He’s been coming in a bit lately, always asks me what books I recommend, actually read the one book I told him about.” Robin's head nods fast enough that it gives you a headache.

“Yeah! He listened.” Robin looks pointedly at Steve, who bristles and quickly brushes off the look in her eyes.

“So, was this guy bothering you? Do you need me to set him straight next time he comes in?” Steve is serious as he leans on the counter. You shake your head.

“He’s harmless, and anyways, I don’t think I’m going to call him.”

“Yeah?” Steve’s tone was almost… Hopeful? No.

“Not sure if it’s worth it…” You avert your gaze again, moving to a cart of returns and go backs at the corner of the counter. The bell rings again, and you glance over to see Dustin and Mike enter the store with Holly, Mike’s 6 year old sister. Holly’s face lights up as she sees you.

She was a sweet girl, and her mother brought her in frequently for the children’s reading time offered in the store weekly. She had grown fond of you, and you her.

“Y/N!” The blond pulls from her brother, rounding the counter before launching into your legs. You let out a laugh at this, hugging her back as best as you could.

“Holly!” You mimic her tone. “How’re you doing, pretty girl?”

“Mom made Mike bring me to town with him and she gave me ten dollars to get a book!” She beams up at you with a toothless smile. You gasp in amazement.

“Ten whole dollars? What’re you going to do? Buy the store from me?” She lets out a belly laugh when you poke at her sides. “Here, why don’t you sit up here for a minute, and I’ll help you find a book soon. Okay?” She nods excitedly as you lift her to sit on the stool before turning back to your friends.

As you focused on the younger boys, you missed the fondness that filled Steve’s eyes as he watched how you interacted with the young girl.

“What’s going on, guys?” Dustin questions. You go to answer, and once again Robin butts in.

“A guy gave Y/N his number yesterday and we’re talking about it. She doesn’t want to call him.”

“Robin I swear to God, I am going to kick your-”

“Ah ah! Child present!” She jumps away from you, half hiding behind a frowning Steve and pointing at where Holly sits occupied by the price gun, giggling as she covers her leggings in stickers.

“Why not?” Mike speaks up for the first time. He leans on the counter, looking down where the crumpled note sat before stealing a lollipop out of the penny candy jar. “I mean, it’s not like you have to marry the guy, right? A date wouldn’t hurt.” He shrugs.

“Yeah but-”

“Worse comes to worst, you get a free meal out of it.” You sigh at this, looking at Steve. His eyes don’t meet yours as he scuffs a toe on the worn wooden floor. You swallow back the bile that rises in your throat before looking back at Mike.

“I guess you’re right. I’ll give him a call once I get off, but right now,” You force yourself to plaster a smile on when you turn to Holly. “We’ve got an adventure to get to. Right?” Holly nods her head at a speed that rivals Robin, and lets out a loud laugh as you pick her up and jog to the kids section, ‘whooshing’ as you pass the group.

“You are…” Robin reaches up to whack the back of Steve’s head. “Such an idiot!” Her words are hushed, but carry a heat as he cups the sore spot.

“Ow! What did I do, dude?”

“She was obviously waiting for you to say something! How can you be such a moron?”

“No she wasn’t.” He scoffs.

“Steve, I love you, man. But, Robin’s right. Grade A Moron.” Dustin shakes his head as he slaps Steve on the back.

“Hey, hey! Listen, if anything it’s Wheeler’s fault.” The group flits their gaze to the lanky teen, who’s hunched over the counter, digging in the candy jar again, eyes wide as he’s caught.

“What did I do?”

“What’s the worst that could happen? Free meal! Bleh.” Steve mocks him as he slumps against the counter.

“Hey, hey, Wheeler’s an idiot but he doesn’t know about how pitiful you are for her.” Robin steps up beside him, leaning her elbows on the counter as she follows Steve’s eyes to where you are. Crouched down beside Holly, you hold a book in front of her, the other hand waving wildly as you are no doubt explaining the plot in a way that has her completely hooked.

“Your time is running out, my guy.”

The day dwindled on after the visit from your friends. You helped Holly, and promised her you’d see her at the next story time to quell the tears welling up in her blue eyes. She is sure to wave at you all the way to the door, and even as she walks down the sidewalk, disappearing from sight. You sigh with a smile, turning to face the counter and begin your closing duties before it’s too late, squatting down to grab the cleaning spray and rag before hoisting yourself back to standing with a grunt. As you finally straighten up, you come face to face with those honey brown eyes that have frequented your dreams more often than not.

“Ah!” You jump back a tad, stumbling into a cart, a stack of books tumbling to the carpet. “Christ, Harrington. You trying to kill me?”

“Shit,” He stifles a laugh. “Sorry, I thought you heard me.”

“I swear to god, I’m going to put a bell on you.” You sigh, looking down at the discarded books before moving to grab them.

“Here, let me help.” He jogs around the counter to where you’re squatting, stacking the hardcovers off to the side. You reach your hand out for the final book, and as you grip the leather cover, so does Steve. You snap your head up to look at him, and find his eyes already on you.

You can’t seem to bring yourself to pull away from him, choosing to let your eyes wander from his own and trail across his face. Scattered with freckles and moles, you trace them up to his eyebrow, where a faint scar sits on his brow from a particularly bad night years ago. You were there when the wound happened, desperately ripping at Billy’s arm to pull him off of Steve before he actually killed him. Something Steve always chastised you for, because when you were able to pull him off even a tad, Billy whipped around and landed a punch squarely into your stomach. Winding and effectively sending you into the side table, you had a scar on the back of your forearm to prove it.

Steve is the first to break the silence, pulling you from your memory as he clears his throat.

“Is this- Uh, is this the book you recommended to me a while ago?” He pulls the book from your hand, flipping it over to look at the back of the cover.

“Uh, yeah. It’s Jane Austen.” You busy yourself with straightening the stack of books, focusing everywhere but him.

“Here, ring me up then.” He pushes the book up onto the counter before grabbing the stack of books from the floor, and reaching out to help you up.

“You’re going to read it? I thought you weren’t really into reading-” You slide your hand into his warm one.

“Yeah well,” He hoists you up and you have to brace yourself on the cart before you slam into him. “If it’s important enough to you to recommend it to me, then it’s important to me.” He shrugs, looking far too casual for the way his words set your skin on fire.

“Really?”

“Really really.” You can’t help the smile that blooms its way across your face at that, nodding your head far too many times as he moves around the counter to stand across from you. You ring him up quickly, sliding a complimentary bookmark into the front cover with his receipt, and pushing the book across to him.

“I expect updates on where you’re at in it, okay?” You point at him with a mock scowl.

“You’ll be the first one to know, okay?” He holds his hands up in surrender as he laughs, backing up toward the door. “Get home safe, Y/L/N.”

“You too, Steve.” The bell dings as he pushes it open, still facing you. You finally turn away from him once he’s out of the door, taking a deep breath before moving to wipe down the counter. You’re stopped by the bell ringing, and when you turn around you quirk a brow.

“Steve? Did you forget something?” You move to stand in front of him, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Yeah- I mean no, but I meant to ask you if you wanted to come over for a movie night tomorrow night?” He stutters over the words. Heat blooms in your chest as you look up at him.

“A movie night? Just us?” Your voice feels tight in your throat, the last word coming out a little squeaky, and you struggle to mask it with a small cough.

“Yeah. I thought it would be nice, like how we did when we were kids? I just…” You can’t look away from him as he talks, have his eyebrows always furrowed like that when he talked? “I miss my best friend.” Just as quickly as the heat came, it was extinguished. He reaches out a fist to lightly punch your shoulder, and you feel a piece of you crack away at that.

“Oh… yeah, definitely. I should be free.” You swallow the lump that’s grown in your throat, and force a smile. He doesn’t seem to realize how he’s affected you, his face lighting up in a grin.

“Great! What’re you in the mood for?”

“Whatever is fine with me.” You’re silently pleading for him to leave before the burning behind your eyes culminates to actual tears.

“Good, great, okay.” He nods, that smile still plastered on his face, so unknowing of how much you truly care for him and how much you wished best friend meant more.

You couldn’t continue on like this anymore.

As he said his final goodbye, you chose not to watch as he made his way down the sidewalk. Instead, you made your way past the cleaner bottle and rag, past the cart of books, and to the phone. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the crumbled receipt paper, and held the phone against your ear with your shoulder as you typed in the messy scrawl of letters. The ringing from the receiver only echoed in your ears as you waited.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this, uh, Vincent?”

“Yeah, who’s this?”

“It’s Y/N, from the bookstore? I wanted to see what you had in mind for that date.”

–

After you closed up, you packed yourself into your car as quickly as possible, all but peeling out of the alley where you parked, and heading directly to Robin’s house. You were certain you had broken several traffic laws on the way there, but Hawkins Police cared little about anything nowadays. When you finally pulled out in front of her house, nearly forgetting to put the car in park and actually take the keys out of the ignition, you jog your way to the door. It only took a few seconds of incessant knocking for someone to answer, Robin’s mom smiling at you when she opened the door.

“Hi honey! We weren’t expecting you.”

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your night like this Mrs. Buckley. I need to talk to Robin, is she home?” She nods, inviting you in with a small hug and allowing you to take your shoes and coat off.

“She’s in her room. Are you hungry? Thirsty? I can bring some snacks up if you want.”

“I’m fine, thank you though.” You give her a smile as you make your way to Robin’s room, knocking rapidly on her poster covered door. Robin whips the door open, and her eyes widen.

“Y/N? What’re you doing-”

“I called him. I called the guy.” You don’t let her finish her question, pushing into her bedroom and flopping almost violently onto her bed.

“The college guy? What? When?” She goes to sit by your limp body almost immediately.

“After you left.” Your voice is muffled by her comforter.

“I thought you were just saying that to get Mike off your back. I didn’t think you wanted to? What about Steve?” Robin reaches a hand out to rub your back soothingly, confused as to why you were so upset about this. Scrambling, you sit up to face her.

“He stayed, after all of you left.” You began your ramble, words tumbling out so fast that you sounded like her. “We talked a bit, nothing really noteworthy at first. He helped me pick some books up, and I thought we had a moment, y’know? He touched my hand, and he didn’t pull away, didn’t flinch, and he was looking at me with those stupid eyes of his, and it felt like a moment. He bought the book that I’ve been talking about for years, said ‘if it’s important to you, it’s important to me.” You put on your best Steve voice to paint the picture for her.

“And then he left, I was going to clean up a bit, and turned around and he came back! He came back, and he asked me if I wanted a movie night tomorrow. I thought wow is this it? Am I dreaming? And because it’s me, I obviously was wrong. He said it’s because he misses his best friend. Because I’m only his best friend, Robin. I was so stupid to even think, to even imagine that Steve Harrington would even think of me that way in the slightest.”

Robin goes to say something, but you stop her.

“AND!” She jumps at how loud your voice is. “He punched me on the shoulder. Like a dad telling his son ‘good game’! God, I could have died right there.” You slump into her shoulder, exhausted from the rant. “I decided I couldn’t go on like this, y’know? I can’t keep waiting for him to see me, Robin. So I called the guy, Vincent, and we set up a date. It’s on Saturday.”

Robin had talked you down from the ledge fairly quickly after that, comforting you as best as she is capable of doing, even taking you to the kitchen to give you some of her mom’s pumpkin bread. Though her and her mother insisted on you spending the night, you had to make your way home before your own parents began to wonder where you were.

Despite the late hour, neither of them seemed to really care that you were out later than you planned, and before long, you were in bed, staring at the ceiling, desperately avoiding looking out of your window. You could tell Steve’s bedroom lamp was on, meaning he was up, and you couldn’t face him right now. All you could bring yourself to do is roll over, and finally let the tears you’ve been holding in fall.

Across the hedges, Steve sat in his bedroom, back propped against the headboard. His eyes were moving quickly across the pages as he read. He hadn’t stopped since he had gotten home from seeing you, hell bent on finishing the novel to get a leg up on this college guy you talked about today. That, and the fact that he was actually loving the story. Eight years passed, and the two characters were still obviously in love with each other. He thought of you with every passage.

–

The next day came and went much faster than you would have preferred, your shift moving by quickly and soon enough you were standing outside of Steve’s door. Your fingers gripped at the paper bag from the grocery store, no doubt squishing the bag of gummy bears in a vice grip as you knocked.

He had a shift at Family Video today, so he hadn’t stopped by to visit you at the store. He did, however, call you there to confirm that he had a film picked out and to come when you got off. You hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him about your date yet, Keith cutting the phone call off as he chided Steve for personal calls. You didn’t know whether to thank or curse the cheese covered man for that. But, you have to do it now. You had no choice.

Steve opens the door soon after your knock, a smile on his face as he props his hand against the door frame, leaning casually.

“Welcome, Y/N.”

“Steve.” It’s the only thing you can bring yourself to say, trying your hardest to avoid his eyes.

“What’s in the bag? I told you I had snacks covered.” He rolls his eyes at how full the bag actually is.

“Yeah, well your taste in snacks is awful.” You scoff, ducking under his arm to walk into the warm house. You kick off your shoes, before walking toward his kitchen. “I mean, you prefer Red Vines over Twizzlers, what kind of monster does-” You freeze as you finally see the island, its marble countertop covered in your favorite movie snacks rather than his own, a bottle of your go to movie drink sitting next to a cup beside them. You turn around slowly, looking up at Steve’s nervous expression. His entire demeanor changed during the walk from the door as he nervously scratched at the back of his head.

“What… What’s all this?” You keep glancing back over at the counter, convinced you imagined it all.

“I had to grab some groceries today after my shift, so I, um,” He walks past you to grab your glass, moving to fill it with ice. “I just grabbed some snacks. I figured I’d grab some of your usuals.”

“What’d you do? Run over my Nana?” You joke, trying to swallow down any of the feelings that are desperately trying to claw out of you. You sit the bag down on the stool before reaching over to grab the Twizzler bag he has laid out, and pulling the licorice from the package.

“You got me, I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He throws a small ice chip at you, and you throw your head back in a laugh.

“Alright, Granny Killer, what’s on the Roster for tonight?” You grab the snacks off of the table, balancing the bowl of popcorn on the stack of sweets to move to the living room. You hear Steve make some panicked noises at the unstable stack in your arms, before rushing over to grab the popcorn. You scoff at his lack of faith in you, moving to sit the pile on the coffee table.

“Well, I grabbed two. We’ve got Labyrinth and The Shining, so it’s your pick.” He holds up the VHS cases with a flourish and you look at him confused.

“What, no Tom Cruise? You lose your crush on him or something?”

“Shut up. Pick the movie.” He rolls his eyes.

“Labyrinth,” You nod and plop yourself onto the couch, pulling a pillow onto your lap. The opening credits begin to roll, and Steve settles in next to you.

As the movie plays, you feel Steve squirming in his seat. It’s incessant, he shifts every few moments, adjusting the pillows, crossing and uncrossing his legs. You can feel him looking at you in between his movements, and you can’t stand it anymore.

“Everything alright, Steve?” You glance over at him finally, and he tenses.

“Ye-,” he coughs, “Yeah, I’m fine, I’m good. Why?” He shuffles his body to face you, feigning confidence.

“Steve, you haven’t sat still since the movie started.” You give him a firm look that has his resolve breaking in a second.

“I just… It’s been so long since we’ve done this, does it feel a little weird to you?” Your throat burns at his words.

“If you’re uncomfortable, I can leave, or we can invite Robin or the kids over?” You try to hide the disappointment that laces your tone.

“No, no! It’s just different, I think. Back then, we had no clue what was going to happen, and life was easier. Y’know? My parents were around, kind of. All we had to worry about was homework, and the Snow Ball. And now? The world is kind of falling apart and it made me step back and really see everything around me. See who and what really matters. It just feels different.” Steve rambles out. You give him a soft smile, and it reminds him of the times that you would help clean the scrapes on his knees and elbows when he would fall off of his bike. Always so soothing, and gentle with him.

“Steve, listen. Yes, things are different now. We have seen things people never should, dealt with things no one ever should deal with. We’ve loved and we’ve lost people, and things will forever be different. But, that doesn’t make it a bad thing. Change doesn’t need to be bad, change brings people together, brings the close even closer, and it makes us stronger. It’s made you stronger, Steve.” You reach out to hold his forearm gently. “You are so strong. You were given the option to run, to not take on the shit show that Hawkins has become, but you didn’t. You could have let Billy go after Lucas, but you didn't. You could have taken the easy way out in the tunnels, but you didn’t. Hell, you could have avoided everything that happened during spring break, but you took charge. You got us out of there. You saved Eddie’s life by getting him through the gate. Life will never be the same again, but it’s important to see the good that’s come out of this too. If you let the bad take over, it’ll swallow you whole.”

Steve can’t respond. He can feel his eyes start to burn at your words. He wants to blink, needs to, but he doesn’t want to stop staring at you. His throat is thick, and this is the closest he’s been to crying for the first time in a very long time. You can see him trying to keep his composure, and your grip tightens slightly.

“Do I miss your mom’s movie night cookies?” You scoff. “Of course I do, that woman knows how to make a mean dessert.” He lets out a watery laugh at this, and you feel him relax at the break in tension. “But, I’ve got my best friend, I’ve got my Twizzlers, that is the good for me.” You reach forward, grabbing the package off of the coffee table and pulling out a piece to hold out to him. Slowly, he reaches out to grab it, fingers brushing yours slowly as his eyes stay tracked to yours.

“I don’t deserve you, Y/N. You’re too good to me.”

“I don’t want to hear that kind of talk, Harrington. You deserve all the good the world has to offer, and I am the barest of minimums in that department.” You shove at his shoulder, turning to focus on the movie again, but he has you look at him again.

“Hey. If I can’t talk that way, you can’t either. You are too good for this town, I don’t think I could have made it through all of this without you.”

You lean toward him slowly, before whispering, “Ditto.” He throws his head back in a laugh at this, pulling you into a tight hug despite the awkward positioning.

“Now, Bowie is about to come on. Shhhhh.” You settle into the couch again, shoulder pressed against his.

The movie passes by, a few interruptions from Steve confused about the storyline, and you look up at the digital clock beside you on the table.

“I better get home. My parents are leaving pretty early in the morning to visit my Nana in Indy for the week and I’m helping them pack up the car.” You stretch in your spot, groaning as your joints pop.

“I’ll walk you out.” Steve stands with a stretch as well, his sweater rising on his stomach showing the taught and scarred skin on each side of his waist. You have to look away when your eyes travel to the trail of hair visible just above his waistband. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He helps you up, and together you walk to the front door.

“This was fun, Steve.” You smile up at him as you step out of the house into the cold autumn air.

“It was.” He leans against the door frame, arms crossed. “Hey, since you’ll be home alone tomorrow, do you want to come over again? I can order out, maybe we can watch The Shining.” He shrugs, grinning down at you.

“Actually, I can’t tomorrow.” You fold yourself into your jacket a little tighter.

“Oh. Why? Have a hot date?” He jokes, and you miss the way his tone is clipped at the thought.

“I wouldn’t call it hot, but yeah. I called up that guy yesterday, and he wants to go get dinner tomorrow.” You can’t bring yourself to meet his eyes as you speak, so you kick at the stray pebble that made its way onto the welcome mat.

“Oh.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, uh, have fun I guess. Be safe.” His words catch in his throat as he straightens up in the doorway.

“Always am. Uhm,” You cough awkwardly, quickly looking up at him, and then back down. “I’ll see you later, Steve.”

“Yeah… See you later.” He can’t help but stare at you as you make your way back down the pathway to the sidewalk, watching you until your figure disappears behind the hedges.

Steve slouches into the empty entry way of his house with a sigh, heading to the phone to punch in Robin’s number, waiting impatiently for the girl to answer.

“Hello?”

“Robin…”

“Steve?”

“I think my time has officially run out.”

“Maybe not, my dear dingus.”

–

The following morning, you kissed your parents on the cheek as they got into their car. They left with a promise to give your Nana a kiss for you, waving as they pulled out of the driveway and down the street. The morning flies by after that, your brief nap on the couch assisting in that because anyone who willingly gets up to function this early on a Saturday should be arrested. You keep looking at the clock anxiously, the minutes and hours ticking by far too quick for comfort.

You should be excited about a first date, shouldn’t you? You were moving on, you were taking initiative to move forward and get over the pain of an unrequited love. Vincent seemed nice enough at the store and on the phone, albeit a little forward, but you brushed it off as being inexperienced in this department. Deep down, you couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to go on a first date with Steve.

In your fantasy, he would knock on your door, flowers in hand and that eye-crinkling smile on his face as he told you how beautiful you looked. He would walk you to the car, refusing to let you open your own door as he did it for you with a wink. You’d drive to dinner, a fancy restaurant or a diner, you wouldn’t care. Time alone with him would be enough. You’d share a dessert even if you were full, wanting to drag the date on as long as possible before you inevitably ended up driving through the abandoned main street of Hawkins.

Music on the lowest setting, you would talk, before he would ask to hold your hand. The two of you have held hands before, but there’s something different this time. You’d let the warmth of his hand heat yours up, the grip sweaty, but neither of you daring to pull away because you would miss the touch. Eventually you’d end up in his driveway, him walking you to your front door, hands swinging in between you. You’d stand at the door, just staring at each other because you didn’t want the night to end. He’d smile as he steps toward you, whispering Can I kiss you? And you’d nod, because why wouldn’t you want to kiss him? And finally, it would happen.

You shake your head almost violently, wanting to rid those thoughts from your brain. You looked at the clock, knowing that even though your date wasn’t for a while, you needed to distract yourself. The best way to do that is just to get ready early. You needed help, though. You couldn’t handle being alone with your thoughts like this, scared without other distraction you would fade back into that fantasy world that was so far out of reach to you. You jog to your bedroom, grabbing the handle of the green phone your parents gave you two Christmases ago with your very own number attached to it.

“Hello?” You hear Nancy’s voice over the receiver.

“Nance, I need your help.”

Within the hour, Nancy and Robin stood at your door, following you to your room quickly.

“I don’t know what to wear, I don’t know how to do my hair, I don’t know what to do with my face. I’m losing it here.” You throw yourself down onto your bed, heat crawling its way up your face.

“Okay, okay. Wait a second. You’re actually going on a date? Mike wasn’t messing with me? What about Steve?” Nancy asks. You groan almost gutturally at the mention of his name, pulling your pillow to cover your face. You can hear Robin’s whispers, too fast for you to understand at your distance, but you know she’s explaining the situation you had told her not even two days ago. It’s quiet for a moment, before you feel the bed sink beside you. You pull the pillow down slightly, glancing at Nancy through the mess of hair that's fallen into your line of sight.

“Let’s start with an outfit, okay?” Her tone is gentle as she brushes the hair out of your eyes. You nod pitifully as she pulls you up and she goes to raid your closet.

Over the course of a few hours, the girls were able to help you find an outfit, figure out what to do with your hair and make up, and help you forget about Steve, even if it was just for a little bit at a time.

It was about half an hour before Vincent was set to arrive at your house to get you when Nancy and Robin left, and yet again you were left with your thoughts until you heard the honk of a car on your street. Looking out of the window, you could see Vincent sat in his Camaro.

But, Nancy and Robin weren’t gone. Beyond the hedges, Nancy’s car was parked and hidden away as she stood with Robin and Steve as they watched on.

“Asshole didn’t even get out of the car and walk to the door.” Steve scoffs, annoyed with a man he’s never met. The trio watches as you lock your front door, and make your way down the path toward the car. Steve’s breath catches in his throat when you turn. You look beautiful, the green dress you’re wearing fitting you perfectly, a blazer tossed over your shoulders to protect you from the harsh autumn air. Your legs are hugged by black tights, black heels adding a couple of inches to your height. He only looks away when Robin elbows him in the ribs, cursing and rubbing at the sore spot.

“He didn’t even open the door for her!” Nancy whispers, annoyed in her own right at the guy's clear lack of manners. Steve watches on as the two of you talk in the car for a minute before driving off, and Steve has to bite back bile at the thought of you going off with this stranger.

“Did you get the stuff, man?” Robin pushes away from the hedges, nodding toward the house.

“Yeah, I’ve got it, I was able to find the recipe in a box under the sink.”

A few miles away, while Steve executed his plan, you sat in a booth at a restaurant across from your date.

The talk was dull, to put it simply. He hadn’t really asked you much about yourself, opting to tell you all about his fraternity at school, and the wild party they had held earlier in the week that got them put on probation from the university. He talked about baseball, his sport of choice that gave him a full ride.

You tried to talk to him, even just comment on his stories, but everytime you began to speak, Vincent would talk over you.

Or should you say Vinny. He was sure to correct you when you got into his car at the start of the evening, claiming that ‘Vinny is way cooler, goes over better with the chicks too.’

The food came, and you were thankful for the distraction, swirling the watery spaghetti onto your fork and hiding your grimaces by chewing. God, he even chewed with his mouth open. The disgust settled in even harder.

“So,” He’s smacking his lips as he talks around his food. “You should definitely come to a party on campus sometime. None of the parties go quite as hard as ours, but I’m sure I can find something close enough.”

“Yeah…” You shove another fork full in your mouth to keep from saying something snarky.

“You’d get me some great cred as well, you know?” You hum, trying best to focus on the bead of condensation on your glass rather than the way he chews at you. “A babe like you on my arm would be pretty great.” You swallow down your food, as well as a tad bit of vomit that felt like working its way up your throat at his tone.

“So, uh, Vinny. I’d love to hear what you liked about the Stephen King book I told you about. You said you read it?” You politely sipped your water, desperate to bring the conversation to something a tad more civilized and to something more your speed.

“Oh, yeah, that was some book.” He nodded, scooping another over-piled fork of spaghetti into his mouth.

“What part did you like most?” It was clear he had lied to you about reading it, but you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. This is about moving forward, Y/N. Expanding your horizons.

“That, uh, part where she, uh, kills her shitty mom. The knives? Absolutely insane.” Your grip tightens on the glass in your hand at the lie. The bastard was trying to pass off the movie as the book? You have to calm yourself before you can bring another forkful of spaghetti into your mouth to yet again bite back a remark.

“You can really put it away, you might want to slow down there.” Vincent says, attitude in his tone as he drinks from a backwashed glass.

Fuck expanding horizons.

You’re able to make it throughout the rest of dinner by focusing on the water glass, not needing to speak much due to Vinny’s ever exciting life that he just can’t stop talking about. The bill comes, and surprisingly, he pays for both means, and you head out to the car.

The drive home is yet again him talking, and you keep glancing at the clock, counting the minutes that it takes to get to your house. When he pulls up, you can taste the freedom on the tip of your tongue as you turn to thank him. But, you’re cut off by just how close he is to your face.

“Vinny, um, what’re you doing?”

“It’s been a really good night, doll.” Your body shivers at the way the name rolls off of his tongue, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear. He takes your reaction as an invite to lean in, his nose touching your cheek as your body tenses. “I’d really hate for it to end without a little...” He caps his sentence off by leaning down and trying to kiss your neck. At this, you snap out of it, pushing him off of you and back into his seat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Your voice is loud, furious as you rip the seatbelt off of your body and get out of the car quickly, slamming the door with enough force that it echoes through the trees.

“What?” He scoffs, getting out of the car as well, and jogging over to you.

“You spend the whole night talking about yourself, being a dick and you really think that is how the night is going to end?” You don’t even try to keep your tone down, despite the late hour. You are enraged.

“Now now, doll.” He steps closer to you, his gait cocky as he approaches you. He reaches a hand out to hold your chin. “There’s no reason to play hard to get-” You slap his hand away from you, fuming at this point.

“You are a fucking pig! God,” You laugh bitterly at him. “Get the fuck away from me.” You reach into your coat pocket to dig for your keys and start walking to your door when he grabs your arm and whips you to face him.

“Are you kidding me? I paid for your meal! You owe me.” He leans down to try and kiss you again, but you’re able to pull out of his grip and your hand whips back before your fist lands with an echoing smack that has him stepping back.

“I don’t owe you shit.” You spit at him. He’s holding his cheek, swearing as he looks up at you, rage in his eyes as he starts to storm toward you.

“You fucking-”

“Woah woah woah!” A new voice enters the conversation, if you could even call it that.

Steve was in his kitchen when he heard the door slam, pulling the tray out of the oven with a proud smile. He sat the oven mit down on the counter, wiping his hands on his mothers waist apron before grabbing the tea towel to start drying off the counters. He heard your voice, loud and angry, and his blood ran cold. Throwing the towel onto his shoulder, he jogs to the door, opening it. Your voice is clearer now, the fury palpable, and he’s quick to move to where he can see you.

The guy you went out with tonight is grabbing at you while you scream at him. He feels his own anger bubble up at the way he’s speaking to you, and when he grips your arm and starts to lean in, he balls his fists up, straightens his back, moving quickly to defend you. He freezes again when your hand lands a solid punch across the prick’s cheek, sending him back a good few feet at the impact. Steve can’t help but feel a little surge of pride. He was the one who taught you to punch after the run in with Billy in the Byers’ home. His proud moment is cut off my the way the guy starts to advance on you, and he’s quick to step up.

“Woah woah woah!” Steve steps in the path of Vinny, holding a hand up to keep him from getting any closer.

“Who the fuck are you? Betty Crocker?” Vinny spits out.

“I think it’s time for you to leave, buddy.” Steve ignores his question, hand still inches away from the guy's chest.

“She fucking owes me!” Vinny goes to push past Steve, but Steve is quick to grab his collar and pull his face up to his.

“You touch her, and you’re dead.” At that, Steve shoves him away, watching as he stumbles down the path. Vinny assesses the situation, looking between you and Steve before finally yielding and stepping back.

“He’s the reason you won’t put out, huh?” He tosses one more snark in your direction that has your body ignite.

“I don’t owe you shit for paying for the date you asked me on! You fucking expired coupon of a human being.” You move forward to get one last hit in, but Steve is quick to stop you.

“Hey, hey, hey. Let it go, let’s go.” He’s backing you up to your house, and after a moment of struggling against him, you push him away with a huff and rip your keys out of your pocket to unlock your door. You kick the heels off almost immediately, going to slam the door but Steve catches it before it can close.

“What happened?” He was concerned, eyebrows furrowed in a way that usually made you want to kiss the crease it made, but this time was different. Your adrenaline skyrocketed, breath coming out in shallow puffs as you threw your blazer down on the couch.

“I had it covered, Steve.” You spat. You were turned away from him, missing the way his eyebrows shot up in surprise at your tone.

“What’s with the attitude? He was coming at you, what was I supposed to do?” He follows you into the kitchen, running a hand through his hair.

“You could have let me handle it.” Your tone was clipped as you pulled out a glass and filled it with a bit of your dad’s whiskey from the counter. You threw back the amber liquor quickly, ignoring the burning that rolls down your throat.

“Yeah right.” He scoffed. “I wasn’t going to stand there while that douchebag was trying to-”

“I’m not yours to save, Steve!” Your voice is loud, and it cuts him off immediately.

“What? I wasn’t trying to-”

“Yeah, sure.” Your tone is clipped.

“I wasn’t going to let him hurt you, Y/N! I don’t see how that makes me the bad guy here!” He throws his hands up in exasperation. “You said he was harmless! Why would you ever go out with someone like that?” He raises his voice, but you stand your ground.

“It’s none of your business!” You step up to him, nostrils flaring as you glare up at him.

“It is my business! You are my business!” Your voices rival each other in volume.

“Like hell I am!”

“If someone tries to hurt you, it’s my business too!”

“Why! Why do you care so much about what happens to me Steve?”

“Because I’m in love with you, you idiot!”

Your mouth immediately closes, and you feel like time has frozen as you stare up at him. He’s breathing heavily, the air puffing out and hitting your cheeks, and you can’t bring yourself to say anything. All you can do is stare for several moments, taking in the way he’s looking at you. He’s got his hands on his hips as he looks at you, and if the gravity of the situation wasn’t so heavy, you would have laughed.

“Steve…” Your voice cracks, the previous screaming adding onto the tears that work their way up and out, finally falling for the first time in so long.

“What?” His voice is soft as he sees your expression.

“No…” You back away from him as he reaches out to hold your face. “No, you’re being mean.”

“What do you mean?” He steps toward you again.

“Don’t lie to me, that’s not fair. I’ve gotten my hopes up so many times, you’re being mean.” The tears are rolling down your cheeks in hot tracks as you shake your head at him. “I’ve sat by and watched you choose everyone over me, Nancy, Robin even. You can’t keep dragging me along like this.” Your voice cracks as you close your eyes, your resolve finally breaking.

“What? Robin?”

“I heard you guys in the bathroom, I heard you trying to ask her out and then she came out to you, I heard it Steve.” Realization falls across his face.

“No, no, no. Y/N, I was talking about you. When she asked me if I liked anyone, I was talking about you. You missed that part, baby. It’s been you for a while now.” His hands come up to caress your cheeks gently, thumbs moving to wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“What?” You mumble, finally looking into his eyes.

“I realized it at the Halloween party, when Nancy and I broke up. She said some things to me that made me realize that I have loved you for so much longer than I thought. It’s why I worry so much. When you got hurt by Billy? God, I hated myself for not being able to protect you. I will always protect you, even if you think I’m being an asshole, I will always keep you safe. I love you too much to do nothing. I was just afraid-”

Steve can’t finish his sentence. Your lips slanted over his own as you spring fiercely into his arms. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, squeezing him to you as if he were to fade away in your grip. He seems to snap out of whatever stupor he was in, as he brings his arms around your waist just as tightly. Your lips move in tandem, years of feelings finally bubbling to the surface.

His lips were soft, almost saccharine as you opened up to him. He moves the two of you backwards, not breaking contact as he hoists you to sit on the counter. If air wasn’t a necessity of life, you don’t think either of you would have pulled away.

When you do, you’re both breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together as you take in what had just happened.

“If, uh,” You mumble between pants. “If that wasn’t obvious, I’m in love with you, too. Just thought you should know.” Steve lets out a laugh at your comment, tossing his head back and pulling you into a firm hug. You tuck your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply.

“Y’know, there was a little bit of gray area there so thanks for clearing it up.” You laugh into his skin, hugging him to your body tightly before pulling away. You finally get a chance to take in his appearance and look at him in confusion.

“Why are you wearing an apron?” You tug on the ribbon that sits on his hips and his face flushes. He backs up a little bit to look down at the floral fabric.

“You mentioned those cookies that my mom made when we were kids, and I was able to find the recipe. So, I made them tonight for you.” You bite your lip to keep from letting out a laugh at how wonderful he is. “They’re over at the house cooling down right now, if you want some.”

Instead of an answer, you simply grab his collar and pull him into you again. His hands brace themselves on your mesh covered thighs, pupils blown in surprise and love. Pulling him in to kiss you once more, you smile against his lips.

“You’re much sweeter.”

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sohndesmondes · 2 years

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In a alternative universe Robin works in a coffee shop and Nancy goes there every day to write her newspaper stuff with the excuse that "this coffee shop is the only one with decent coffee in the whole town" when actually all her friends know it's because she likes to look at Robin while Robin works in her two jobs (making coffee for people and making fun of Steve)

#ronance #stranger things #pride moth #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #robin buckley #i just really like them #and also need someone to write a fanfiction about them like this because my talent for writing is zero #pride month #maya hawke #natalia dyer #the fruity four

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officerrrfriendly · 4 months

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More to the story, prologue.

very short prologue!!!

warnings: mentions of homophobia!! (from a random asshole on the online chatroom), conspiracies and the beginning of the end!!

All that could be heard was the hushed tunes of Bob Dylan playing on your flimsy record player and the fleeting sound of clattering as your fingers strategically danced over particular letters on the keyboard which were needed to form your train of thought and verbalise it.

You had discovered an online chatroom for conspiracists who were either local or not too far out from your town Drellington, Indiana.

'anyone heard about that missing boy, Tommy Parker? scary shit'

you typed, and sent.

ThisMustBeThePlace is typing...

"Damn, that was quick," you muttered, as you dragged the hand that wasn't resting beside the keyboard to brush through the long strands of hair that lay atop your head.

ThisMustBeThePlace: Just been looking into that actually, something seems off to me-hop on a private chat?

You quickly coughed up a response as you typed back,

ThisCharmingGirl: Sounds like a plan to me :)

However - just before you could drag the mouse to the big red square containing a blocky white X on the inside, another user tenaciously returned with,

MysticPixie: It's as simple as this, the kid's a queer and obviously flew to fairy land to be with the other fairies LOLLL!

You believed that if you rolled your eyes back any further, they would get stuck behind your head and never return to their original fixture. Vexed, your fingers carefully cooperated in a steady rhythm as you conjured up a comeback to this obviously ignorant puny-brained punk.

ThisCharmingGirl: Bet you'd know all about fairies seeing that you are one, MYSTICPIXIE...LOLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!

"Jackass...damn troll." you huffed as you finally decided to press the white X in the top right corner that had been alluring you ever since ThisMustBeThePlace offered you up a private chitchat.

Whilst you made the effort to open up a private chat with the user - he had just returned to his small oakwood desk with a shitty cup of coffee. He sat with an 'oomph' due to his lack of realisation of how far his chair actually was from his height, luckily none of the contents of the shitty brew of coffee fled from the cup as he settled into his seat, an amused laugh erupting from his belly as he read your reply to the obvious 'troll',

That was until a notification appeared on the screen of his computer.

'ThisCharmingGirl wants to send you a message..Accept Decline

He smiled, taking a sip of the unpleasant liquid in his Reilly, Ace of Spies mug before eventually bringing his mouse over to the warm and welcoming 'Accept' button.

Little did he know.

chapter one

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things fanfiction #kurt kunkle #joe keery fic #joe keery #stranger things #fanfiction #norman reedus #normanreedus #natalia dyer #twd

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐃𝐲𝐞𝐫

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

Inspo: Frank Ocean - Pink Matter

Pairing: Natalia Dyer x Black!Fem!reader

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

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

Words 1087

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

“People are watching.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#natalia dyer #natalia dyer x reader #natalia dyer smut #natalia dyer x black!reader #natalia dyer imagine #natalia dyer fanfiction #natalia dyer x black!fem!reader #natalia dyer x fem!reader #x black!reader #x black!fem!reader #poc reader #natalia dyer x black fem reader

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robin-buck1ey · 4 months

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Send me ronance questions, head canons, scenarios etc etc

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wolfstrela · 2 years

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| ronance

just a random domestic lil' moment i wrote out of nowhere bc why not. notice i never said it makes sense. read it at your own risk ;)

it's really early in the morning. the sky is still dark outside the window. robin doesn't wanna get out of bed. she turns around reaching for nancy's warmth and finds only the cold empty mattress. she squints her eyes in confusion and tries to listen for any sign of her girlfriend in their tiny apartment. the faint sound of cutlery calms her down. nancy is in the kitchen.

robin gets up, then, barefoot, wearing the oversized t-shirt she calls her pajamas.

she leans against the kitchen's doorframe, smiling at what she sees. nancy's back is turned to robin. she's wearing loose shorts and a tank top, swaying her hips a little as she stirs something in a bowl in front of the sink, whispering the song “be my baby” from the “dirty dancing” movie they had watched a few nights before. there's flour, a gallon of milk, and an egg carton over the counter.

robin crosses the kitchen silently. “why are we up this early?” she whispers in nancy's ear, voice raspier than ever since these are her first words of the day.

nancy all but jumps, looking up with her big blue eyes wide open. “don't do that,” she huffs, but then she softens her face and smiles. “it's your first day back to work, i wanted to do something nice,” she says, shrugging, going back to stirring. she wants to sound casual, but robin doesn't take it as so.

to robin, this is the cutest and nicest thing anyone's ever done for her, even though it isn't something new or surprising. she feels that way whenever nancy do anything sweet, which is often, because in the months they've been dating, nancy's been the best girlfriend anyone could ask for. she always knows robin's schedule by heart just to find little ways to fit in, especially when they're both going through a busy time.

“and let me guess,” robin says and hums, pensively, resting her chin on nancy's shoulder. “could i really be lucky enough to be getting nancy wheeler's famous pancakes?” she jokes, but it's kinda true. nancy doesn't know how to cook or bake much, so the little she does know how to, she likes to save up for special occasions to make them seem more special — and her pancakes, robin knows from having had it once, are somehow so fluffy and tasty that it seems like eating a little bit of a white cloud on a sunny day.

nancy smiles. “maybe,” she says, turning her face and pressing her nose on robin's cheek.

robin closes her eyes, taking the moment in. nancy smells vaguely of strawberries, as usual, but there's also the smell of vanilla in the air coming from the pancake mix. it brings her such a comfortable feeling that she wishes to get back underneath her covers, cuddling nancy, peppering her with kisses, whispering sweet nothings in the dark, basking in nancy's soft giggles.

robin opens her eyes to watch nancy calmly stirring the mix. “maybe i should call in sick today,” she suggests.

nancy looks up to her, eyes quickly becoming worried. “what, why, you're not feeling good?” she asks, putting the bowl down on the counter and reaching out her hands to touch robin's cheeks and forehead.

robin smiles, holding nancy's wrists and kissing the inside of her hands. “no,” she says, “i just think i'd have a better time right here. with you. well, not right here-here in the kitchen. i was thinking more about the bedroom. more specifically in our bed. but, well, staying here in the kitchen with you would be good, too. better. than anything outside could possibly offer me.”

nancy relaxes, smile growing with each word she hears. she passes her arms around robin's neck. “sadly, i don't think that would be a good idea. you just had a three weeks vacation, your boss would probably say that's more than enough time to hang out with your girlfriend.”

“maybe i should quit my job,” robin says, “my boss sounds really dumb saying shit like that.”

nancy laughs. “he's the worst, honestly. soo dumb. i actually was thinking that, since you're gonna have to face his dumb face all day long, maybe we could...do something afterward.” she shrugs. “just to, you know, cheer you up for putting up with his dumbness and all.”

“mmm, you asking me out, wheeler?” robin jokes, raising her eyebrows.

“whaaat, no. i have no interest in taking my girlfriend out on an actual romantic date. that would be a total platonic hangout, you know, with a capital P and everything.”

robin grunts, throwing her head back. “when are you gonna let this gooo? it's been foreeever. move on, already!”

nancy pulls robin's head back up to look into her eyes, laughing gently. “when you stop acting like that, probably. so never, i'm guessing.”

“you're so very annoying, you know that?” robin says, leaning in, the tip of her nose touches nancy's. “are you trying to make me wanna go to work, chingonita?”

nancy's irises dilate. she visibly gulps. “cursing me in italian?” she asks.

“spanish, actually. and not cursing,” robin replies.

nancy nods. she loves when robin gives her pet names in other languages. she confessed once, in the middle of the night, that it makes her insides jiggle like they're in a weird dance battle.

“tell you what,” robin says, rubbing her nose against nancy's, “you make it up to me now, i'll go to work and we can go have a picnic by the lake in the evening.”

“and i'm making it up for...making sure you do not get fired on your first day back, is that it?”

“for not letting me quit, actually, like any sane person would do on such a trying time.”

“ah, of course,” nancy nods. “just wanted to make sure. and how do i make it up to you, oh my poor mistreated tulip?”

robin leans all the way in, pressing their mouths together, hands snaking around nancy's hips and resting on her lower back, pushing nancy's body against hers.

nancy hums happily, sliding her tongue in, blindingly leading her girlfriend back to bed. she vaguely remembers the pancake mix sitting on the counter, waiting, at risk of not turning out so great.

one hour later, however, robin claims it's the best meal she's ever had.

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harringtonlovers · 10 months

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COME AND GET YOUR LOVE | ACT TWO

“ i gotta know tonight,

if you’re alone tonight.

can’t fight this feeling.

can’t fight this fire. ”

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nerd!nancy x jock!steve

fake dating

enemies to lovers

COMING SOON !!!

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sunflowerharrington · 2 years

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like yeah i’m not a popular blog whatsoever but i still wanna speak out about this:

i personally don’t like the direction this fandom’s gone in. what happened to just loving the characters and not wanting to jump their bones every two seconds? and you can’t ‘claim’ a character either, it’s giving controlling behavior

like yea i write smut but that doesn’t mean i wanna suck ‘em all off

also, the racism towards lucas and erica (and priyah and caleb respectively) is absolutely disgusting! like, leave ‘em alone! the homophobia. the threatening to doxx. following joseph to his hotel. y’all should know better than that.

what happened to dreaming about dancing in the moonlight with the characters (they are not real. they are fictional, get over it)? sharing an ice cream at scoops ahoy. solving the mysteries.

…what happened to this fandom?

(if i get hate for this i honestly don’t care because i know i’m actually right for once) i’m just gonna sit in my little corner and write scenarios about kissing robin in the rain, making daisy chains with dustin and steve, skateboarding with max and teaching el, painting with will, helping eddie with his campaigns, lucas teaching me how to play basketball, getting my nails done by heather while having a girls’ night in with her and chrissy…

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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No but like… dating Nancy

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader

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

Format: Headcanons (sfw & nsfw)

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

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

SFW

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

NSFW

sub!Nancy.

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

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

Likes to have marks left on her, being claimed.

Very clingy, sex is always really passionate and desperate.

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

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

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

Whiny too.

“Y/N, pleaseeeeeee.”

Likes to hear you moan her name.

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

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

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

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

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taivansupremacy · 2 years

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pancakes for dinner

Summary: Nancy is flying back to Hawkins from Emerson for her fall break. One problem: she’s terrified of flying. In a panic, she calls Robin to help her calm down, but ends up confessing to way more than her fear of flying.

Word Count: 2,985

A/N: I love lizzy mcalpine can you tell? lol this fic is based on pancakes for dinner by lizzy mcalpine and it's linked in this post if you want to listen as you read. i’m super proud of this fic and i hope you guys like it!

CW: feelings of anxiety

Nancy trained her eyes ahead of her as she rolled her purple suitcase, clad with a single “handle with care” patch sewn into the top right corner, courtesy of Robin, behind her. She walked quickly as she scanned the gate signs, searching for her gate number plastered on the wall by one of the many large waiting areas. She was nervous, to say the least. She was flying home to Hawkins from Boston for her fall break and it was her first time flying by herself. She flew to Boston with her parents, Mike, and Holly to move her in at Emerson, and it was so chaotic that she almost wished that she went by herself. Now, though, she’d take Holly’s screaming, Mike’s attitude, and her parents’ fighting in place of the loneliness and anxiety that flying alone has already brought her, even before she boarded the plane.

It’s not that she wasn’t excited to go home. She was excited to see her family, specifically her mom, and eat a home cooked meal instead of dining hall food. She was excited to catch up with Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan and tell them about her semester so far. She couldn’t wait to see Joyce and get one of her famous hugs. But even more than all of that, she couldn’t wait to see Robin.

The two had grown close through fighting Vecna and even closer in the aftermath. Even with all of the volunteering, sorting through boxes for charity at home, and studying, Nancy could not keep herself busy enough to keep her mind off that night. Her encounter with Vecna still showed up in her dreams. Images of herself, Robin, and Steve pinned to the wall for hours often crossed her mind, the fear and hopelessness that she felt that night often crept up on her again, both in sleep and wakefulness.

Nancy knew, even as stubborn as she was, that she needed someone to lean on, but she had no idea who to turn to. She didn’t want to talk to Steve or Eddie and she wasn’t comfortable with dumping her own trauma on top of her kid brother’s, though she knew he’d understand. The only person that she could think to talk to was Robin. Sweet Robin, who let Nancy in when she showed up at her door with tears already staining her porcelain cheeks. Sweet Robin, who took Nancy into her bedroom and held her as she sobbed. Sweet Robin, the only one who could get Nancy to open up about how she’d been feeling since the “earthquake”.

From there, the girls were inseparable. They had sleepovers, volunteered together, Robin showed Nancy new music and made her mixtapes, and Nancy taught Robin how to crochet. They shared books and called each other every night before bed and in the middle of the night if they had nightmares. They were best friends, even beyond their shared trauma.

Sure, they still hung out with their group, but Robin and Nancy always sat a little closer to each other than everyone else and often communicated with just looks amongst the others. Eddie often called it their “creepy telepathy thing”. Their connection was simply different than everyone else’s- deeper than everyone else’s.

Nancy guessed that she should have seen it coming, falling for Robin. She couldn’t imagine that there were many people whose knees wouldn’t buckle at the sound of her laugh or who wouldn’t nearly drown in those ocean blue eyes. Nancy wishes that she could pinpoint the moment that she knew she was in love with Robin Buckley, but looking back, she could only find a collection of moments in which the love in her heart, reserved only for the sandy haired, freckled girl, grew larger than it was previously. She saw glimpses of Robin’s toothy grin when she made one of her stupid jokes or sarcastic quips, Robin’s eyes staring into hers as she talked her down from a panic, and every time that Robin called her “Nance” in that raspy voice of her’s. She fell for Robin gradually, slowly.

She buried it deep inside when she finally accepted her feelings, using the excuse that she was leaving for college soon anyway. She thought her crush would fizzle out with the distance, but it didn’t. Of course it didn't. She spent about 90% of her two months in Boston wishing Robin was there or thinking about her, so she finally decided that she had to tell her when she was back in Hawkins for fall break.

It wasn’t that Nancy didn’t like Boston, either. Sure, she missed Robin and her friends, but living in Boston was good for her. She didn’t have the fear of sudden tragedy looming over her at every turn. She met a good group of friends and kept up with her studies. It was almost perfect, except for the fact that she wished Robin was there with her. The girls called every night, much to the annoyance of Nancy’s roommate, but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to show Robin around campus and take her to the stupid little parties that her friends made her go to. She wanted to sleep at Robin’s dorm when her own roommate got to be a bit to much for her. She often wished that Robin was there to study with and accompany her on midnight snack runs.

Her new friends were great, of course, but none of them held a candle to Robin. They couldn’t calm Nancy down in a crisis like Robin could. They couldn’t make her laugh until she was doubling over, red cheeked and unashamed. If Robin had moved to Boston with her, everything would have been perfect.

She tried to fill the Robin-sized hole in her heart with boys, dates, hookups, attempts at a relationship that’d last more than a week, but Nancy quickly gave up. She realized that she was chasing the feeling that only Robin could give her- that she was searching for her laugh, her unique wit and sense of humor, and the same splay of freckles in every guy that she tried to lose herself in.

Nancy quickly came up on a plaque on the wall with “D3” etched into it. She had found her gate. The waiting area was full of travelers, families going on vacation, single flyers, couples going home to meet the family, and people just like her, going home for Emerson’s upcoming break to see loved ones. Nancy couldn’t help but think that the differing stories of all of the travelers in just her gate alone were amazing, beautiful, even. She allowed the thought to consume her for a moment before her panic set back in. She was alone. Unlike most of the people that she observed so far, she didn’t have anyone to share music with on the plane or play I Spy with as she waited for the announcement that they could board the plane.

She took a seat on the floor, her back against the wall and her suitcase in front of her. She gingerly thumbed the patch on the front, recalling Robin’s words as she sewed it on.

“So they’ll know to handle you with care while I can’t be there with you.”

She remembered asking Robin who “they” were and giggling about the silliness of it all, but now, alll she could feel were the tears prickling at her eyes as she looked up from the bag to her fellow travellers. In her loneliness, she found her mind running to the worst case scenario: the plane crashing. She’d always been afraid of flying, so thoughts such as that were not uncommon for Nancy pre-flight, but this was the first time that she didn’t have her mother to hold her hand at the gate or as they took off. She didn’t have anyone to talk her down, so she spiraled.

Her head spun as worst case scenarios floated arround in her head. Every look around her was a painful reminder of how alone she was, She almost wished she could just turn around and go home. She could spend her break in her dorm room. She didn’t need to have a home cooked meal or a hug from Joyce. She could wait until Thanksgiving to see her friends, right? Just as she was about to get up and march right out of that airport. She saw it.

A payphone, hung on the wall in the gate across the from her’s. She ran to it with her suitcase in tow as she swiped at her stray tears with the back of the sleeve of her cardigan. Fishing four quarters out of her purse and inserting them into the designated slot, Nancy lifted the receiver off of its cradle and dialed the first number that came to mind.

The phone rang four times before the line crackled.

“Hello?” Robin’s sweet voice came through the receiver and all of the tension in Nancy’s body melted.

“Oh, thank god, Robin!” As soon as Nancy opened her mouth, her tears started up again and a sob wracked her chest, “I-I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean, Nance?” Robin asked, her voice laced with gentle concern. Nancy knew her tone well. She’s heard it everytime that Robin’s had to talk her off the edge, “I thought you were coming home today.”

“I am. I’m at my gate a-and I’m supposed to be boarding in 30 minutes, but I’m so scared and I just wanted to hear your voice. Wh-what if my plane doesn’t land safely and I never make it home? There are too many things that I want to do. I-I have so much that I need to say to you before I die.”

“Nancy… Where is this coming from? You’re worrying me a bit there, Wheeler.”

Nancy could picture it in her mind. Robin sitting in her kitchen, phone pressed to ear as her beautiful features twisted into a frown, a crease forming between her eyebrows, as it always did when she was upset or focused.. It was Saturday morning, which meant that she was probably in her sweatpants and one of her many oversized band shirts or maybe even the Emerson shirt that Nancy bought her before she left for college. The thought made her tummy tingle. She wished more than anything that she was there with her to see for herself.

“I’ve never flown alone before,” She admitted as she chewed on her lip, tears freely falling, “I’m so afraid of flying, but usually I have my mom here to ground me. Which is stupid because I’m 18 years old and I should be able to fly on a plane by myself. I also have something that I need to do when I get home and I’m nervous about it, which I think is making my current situation worse…” She chuckled humorlessly, kicking her foot on the patterned carpet below her feet.

“You’ll be okay, I promise,” Robin assured, “ You’ll get home and I’ll squeeze you tight and you’ll get to do the big scary thing that you’re worried about. We’ll all be here waiting for you and we’ll all be so proud of you cor conquering your fear. Then we’ll go hang out by Skull Rock and smoke with Eddie to celebrate your homecoming. Everything will be okay, promise.”

A hot tear slipped from her eye once again. It was amazing the weight that Robin’s words held for Nancy. The way that she could talk her off the edge like no one else could. The way that her voice alone sounded like a warm hug. Nancy knew that she was right and that in about three hours, she would be in Hawkins once again, bearing her soul to the girl she loved. But a small part of her brain was still screaming at her, convincing her that she wouldn’t make it home, that disaster would strike.

“C-can I tell you something?” Nancy blurted without her own permission, “You know, just in case I don’t make it home?”

“Nance-” She started, getting ready to protest and probably reassure her that she would be okay, yet again.

“Indulge me, please?”

“Okay. What’s up Wheeler?”

Nancy took a breath, savoring the moment. She knew that what she was about to say could change everything, possibly for the worse, but she also knew that she would never forgive herself if something happened to her and she never got to tell Robin how she truly felt, how much she meant to her.

“Listen, I don’t want to be too forward or anything but…” She paused, suddenly losing her nerve, “How’s fall semester going so far?”

“Huh?” Robin chuckled, “That's what you wanted to ask me in case you…” She stopped herself, thinking better of saying the words out loud, “You know how the semester is going, Nance. I told you about it just yesterday on the phone before bed. What’s this really about?”

Nancy Wheeler never got scared, unless she was faced with planes and Robin Buckley, apparently, but in all other ways, she was practically fearless, almost to a fault, though Robin never treated it that way. She reminded herself of this fact before she opened her mouth to speak again, internally promising herself that she wouldn’tt chicken out like she did just a second ago.

“Like I said, I don't want to cross any lines or anything. You mean so much to me Robin… I couldn’t stand to upset you.” She paused to muster up her last bit of courage, “Do you remember when you and I hijacked Eddie’s kitchen and made pancakes for dinner by ourselves while they slept on the couch?”

Robin chuckled, the sound could bring Nancy to her knees.

“Yeah, we ate them on the floor in the kitchen and swapped embarrassing stories. We woke them up because we laughed so hard. They were so mad,” She laughed again. It made Nancy feel warm, “That was the night before you left for Boston… What does that have to do with what you wanted to tell me?”

“You said that you loved pancakes and you looked at me and fed me a piece on your fork, remember?” Nancy chewed the inside of her cheek as she waited.

“Yeah,” Robin’s tone was fond, almost wistful.

“I wanted to tell you then, just how much you meant to me, how I want to be kiss you and hold your hand, and brush your hair out of your face without making it weird, but I didn’t. I just shoved more pancake in my mouth and kept myself from looking at you too closely because you looked so beautiful, even with syrup on your cheek, and I wasn’t going to be able to shut my mouth if I saw those crystal clear blue eyes of yours up close.” There’s a beat, “I just… thought you should know that before I get on this plane and it potentially crashes.”

It is only in the silence did Nancy truely realize what she’d done. She knew that Robin was gay, she’d found out at Steve’s house during movie night, when Robin, high off some of the weed that Eddie brought, gushed about how hot Julie Christie was in Dr.Zhivago. So that’s not what she was worried about. She thought about how much Robin meant to her outside of her crush- as a friend. How if Robin decided that it would be too weird to stay friends with someone that had a crush on her, she would lose her nightly phone calls and tight hugs. She would lose hearing Robin laugh at her own dumb jokes and the way she sounded in the morning, right as she woke up. She would lose the pancakes for dinner that Robin promised her over the phone last night when she returned home.

Nancy’s heart sunk. As the silence stretched on, she found herself wishing that she had just left it alone and suffered in silence. Then, she’d still have Robin. She’d get her perfect fall break with her by her side, sleepovers in her basement and movie nights cuddled into her side. She was stupid for even thinking that Robin would like her in the same way. She took a long breath, deciding that the silence had gone on for long enough.

“Rob… I understand if you don’t-”

“I love you too.”

Nancy was stunned, “W-what?”

“I love you too, and that night is so special to me. Sometimes when I missed you, I’d make myself some pancakes. It was stupid, but it reminded me of that night and of you.” She chuckled and Nancy’s heart swelled, “I can’t tell you how many times I ate pancakes on our nightly calls.”

Nancy wished she was there to see the smile on Robin’s face, to hold her face in her hands and lean in and kiss her, but she’d waited long enough. She could wait another 2 hour flight. Nancy was worth waiting forever for.

“I just… I have so much to tell you,” Nancy quietly laughed, just because she was so unashemedly happy.

“We can talk when you get home. When the plane lands safely, okay?” Nancy nodded, though Robin couldn’t see her, “I have so much to tell you too, but for now, try to have a relaxing flight. I’ll see you soon, Nance.”

“See you soon, Rob,” Nancy responded with a cheek-numbing smile as the line went dead. She hung up the phone and made her way back across to her gate, right as the boarding announcement for her flight was made.

She boarded the plane with a new lease of life and the excitement of seeing Robin again, her previous worries melted away, replaced with only thoughts of the sandy haired, freckled girl that was waiting for her in Hawkins.

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