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mixsethaddams · 9 months

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Robin and Nancy? Robin and Nancy.

“It was never about Steve, just so we’re clear,”

Robin paused, mouth full of soda while she processed what Nancy was trying to say.

“What…uh…Steve?” Robin stuttered, trying to catch up.

“Why I didn’t like you, at the beginning,” explained Nancy, short curls bouncing around her face while she spoke. “It was never about him. And I wanted you to know that,”

Robin carefully set her glass down on the table. The diner was quiet, tuesday nights were never busy in any part of Hawkins. Nancy toyed with the edge of a napkin, throwing a quick glance around to see if their waitress was coming back with their food any time soon.

“Ok…thank you?” ventured Robin.

“I just…” Nancy cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, still looking down at the table between them. “Since we’re…doing this now, this, us… I need to get it out there,”

Robin’s stomach leapt at the mention of them being an us despite only a handful of unofficial dates as she leaned slightly over the table, raising her eyebrows to encourage Nancy to keep talking.

“Barb Holland was my best friend,” said Nancy quickly. “She meant a lot to me,”

Robin practically felt the floor fall out from under her.

“When she went missing you…” Nancy steeled herself again. “I heard you saying things about her that were cruel and mean and… You said a lot of things,”

Robin was frozen. She got the impression this had been rehearsed in the mirror.

“So I need to know why you did that,” finished Nancy with a sharp nod. “Why you said all that,”

Nancy’s gaze finally lifted from the table and locked onto Robin’s. Robin opened her mouth but nothing came out. She thought about Barb every day, but there were some things that not even Steve knew. There were some things that were too painful to remember.

“Well?” asked Nancy, her face like stone.

Robin took in a trembling breath and leaned back into her seat.

She didn’t know what do to, what to say. Barely knew how to say it. Never mind after being put so firmly on the spot like that. Robin’s mind raced. How would Nancy react if she knew the truth? Had Barb told her anything? Obviously not, if this was the conversation they were having.

The longer Robin stayed uncharacteristically silent, contemplating her next move, the harder Nancy’s face got.

Hell, Robin didn’t even know what that next move was going to be.

Robin thought of us. Whatever came next, it had to be to protect us.

“Truth is, Nance…” Robin started, folding her arms on the table. “I thought she stood me up, and I wanted to get back at her,”

Robin hated herself for finally admitting it. Hated admitting that the reason she spent two days backbiting and badmouthing Barb, her Barb, was for something so shallow. She’d heard the cheerleaders talk before a game. She’d picked up a few things on how to make someone feel guilty. All the little one-liners to make someone stomach clench and their mood plummet. Those girls were masters of ruining someone’s day and Robin used every piece of overheard ammo she could. Robin wanted to hurt Barb like she’d hurt her. Or at least, the way Robin had thought she’d been hurt.

“You and…” Nancy’s eyes grew wide. “Oh,”

“Yeah, oh” said Robin with a sarcastic laugh. “We were supposed to go out the day after Steve’s party. Right after school we were going to catch a bus to Jackson and spent the whole night just… walking around somewhere new, I guess? We had tickets to a movie and everything, my dad drove me out the day before so I could buy them,”

“Oh… Oh Robin,” sighed Nancy, putting a hand on Robin’s arm.

“She wasn’t in school that day, and I thought well maybe she skipped?” said Robin, her voice wobbling. “She never skipped but I didn’t want to think she was sick because then that would mean cancelling, you know?”

Robin quickly swiped a tear from under her eye with the edge of her sleeve.

“But then she wasn’t at the bus station either,” said Robin softly. “I didn’t even think about going by her house, her parents didn’t know about…me… I just went home instead. I think… I think if I had have gone there, that maybe I would have found out something was wrong sooner and not said the things I did,”

Nancy’s face had softened entirely. She was looking at Robin with wet eyes, trying to keep her bottom lip from pouting out.

“You didn’t know,” whispered Nancy. “It’s ok,”

“I swear, I swear I didn’t know,” said Robin.

“I know,” promised Nancy, squeezing Robin’s arm.

Their waitress appeared and dropped their plates between them. Nancy shuffled out of her side of the booth and pushed in beside Robin, grabbing her hand under the table to subtly lace their fingers together.

“I didn’t know about the two of you,” said Nancy quietly. “She never told me,”

“We never told anyone,” answered Robin. “I wish we did. If someone knew then I wouldn’t have been able to get away with trying to… bully her when she was already…”

“Gone,” said Nancy, finishing where Robin trailed off.

“I hate myself for it every day,” said Robin, clinging to Nancy’s hand. “Every single day I think I’d do anything if it meant I could take it back, and tell people how amazing she was instead,”

“She really was pretty amazing,” agreed Nancy.

Robin took a shaky breath.

“I… I don’t know if I can say this, you know, considering this, and all,” Robin squeezed Nancy’s hand for emphasis. “But… I really miss her, Nance. I think about her a lot,”

Nancy nodded.

“I do too,” she said. “And that’s ok,”

“It is?” asked Robin tentatively. “Some days it feels like I’m under water with how bad it feels,”

“It is,” said Nancy. “I get that way too sometimes. Thinking about how I could have stopped it,”

“You couldn’t-“

“You don’t need to do that,” said Nancy gently. “Thank you, but, you don’t,”

Robin nodded solemnly.

“We have each other now,” said Nancy. “We can be there for each other when it gets too much. I’ll keep your head above water if you do the same for me,”

“That sounds like a plan,” said Robin, feeling a small sense of relief.

“Good,” said Nancy. “Come on, don’t let your food go cold,”

Robin ate one-handed, the other still hanging on to Nancy’s. Thinking about Barb still made her world turn on it’s axis, but at least now Nancy Wheeler was there to keep her steady. She suddenly wasn’t alone with it anymore. They would face it together whenever they needed to.

They had each other.

Us.

#ronance #robin buckey #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #stranger things #robin stranger things #nancy stranger things #barb holland #justice for barb #robin and nancy #babys first ronance #seth writes

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pictureyous · 8 months

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@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: playlist

robin buckley's mix (template)

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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somebody should make a ronance fic where robin starts dating someone named “anne c. reelwher”

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin buckey #nancy wheeler #robin buckley x nancy wheeler #do revenge #natalia dyer #maya hawke #talia ryder #stranger things #st #stranger things 4 #st 4 #stranger things s4 #st s4

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threewaywithdelusion · 1 year

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Excerpt from a Time Travel Fic I Probably Won't Finish

(This is completely unrelated to my time travel fic You Me Her. In this version, Steve and Robin go back to summer 1983 together from 1986 after the death of most of the other characters. Robin ends up fake-dating Steve to hide her sexuality and give her a reason to be around him.)

Robin was sitting out at the picnic bench in the woods, waiting for Steve’s afternoon practice to finish. She probably should have been sitting in the bleachers, watching them practice and playing the role of the good girlfriend. But she hated spending time around the other jocks. Tommy H never said anything disparaging in front of Steve – not after Steve had made it clear who he would pick if forced to choose between Tommy and Robin – but he said anything he could get away with when Steve’s back was turned. Jason Carver looked disgusted with her presence. And several of the other boys were nice enough, decided that they found Robin funny when she wasn’t rambling. But now that she was the girl on King Steve’s arm, she was noticeable and a lot of the boys looked at her in ways they hadn’t when she’d been an invisible band geek.

Most of them didn’t say anything lecherous to her face. They didn’t dare touch her or flirt with her, not when they saw her as belonging to Steve.

But the attention made Robin uncomfortable anyway.

Part of her wondered if she should stage a breakup with Steve so she could go back to getting bullied the way she was used to instead of this new, confusing way. But now that she’d “dated” Steve, she didn’t think she’d go back to being invisible, even if they broke up. And the only thing worse than putting up with a bunch of horny, cruel jocks was still having their attention but without Steve’s protection.

Robin hated that she needed Steve’s protection. She’d faced off against monsters from another dimension. She’d spat in a Russian soldier’s face. She’d done things that would make those jocks piss their pants in fear, and none of it mattered here. To them, she was just a girl, powerless and vulnerable except for the protection of her future prom king boyfriend.

It sucked.

The sound of metal jangling made Robin look up.

“Eddie Munson,” she said, surprised.

He looked younger than when she’d known him. His hair was shorter, just above his shoulders, and the battle jacket he’d thrown at Steve had a lot fewer patches. The chains on his jeans were probably what had gotten her attention. He looked shocked to see her.

“Robin Buckley.”

She frowned. “You know who I am?”

In 1983 Eddie must be a senior, the first time around. Robin was a sophomore and they didn’t exactly run in the same circles. They both ran with music crowds, but Robin liked the band kids and Eddie ran with the crowd who thought they were too cool and alternative for the band kids. He had no reason to know who she was.

Eddie laughed. “Do I know the girl dating King Steve? You’re hard to miss, Buckley. You sent the whole school into a tizzy, wondering how you distracted The Hair from pursuing cheerleaders. Word on the street was he had his eye on Nancy Wheeler, who’s at least vaguely on the popularity radar, and then BAM! King Steve shows up with a band kid girlfriend and settles down for the first time ever. How did you do it?”

Robin fluttered, unsure of what to do with her hands. “Oh God. Everyone is gossiping about me, aren’t they?”

“Should’ve thought of that before dating King Steve,” Eddie said. “So how did you do it? Did you seduce him?”

Robin snorted. “No.”

“Trick him?”

“No.”

“Is this some kind of Prom King rebellion on his part? Is dating a band geek the jock equivalent of a teenage girl dating a bad boy?”

Robin scowled. “Maybe we just like each other.”

Yeah, she and Steve ran in radically different circles on different rungs of the social ladder. But Steve was her best fucking friend. She liked his unfailing love for shitty music and shitty mainstream movies. The snappy, annoyed persona that she and the kids were good at drawing out of him. The way he cared, always, about everyone, and showed it by giving them food, or his jacket when it was cold, or his ear if they needed someone to listen.

She’d laughed with Steve until her abs hurt. She’d cried on his shoulder for more hours than she could count. She’d come out to him in a shitty mall bathroom and his support for her hadn’t wavered, not once, not even for a second.

He’d let her make the unilateral decision to be his fake girlfriend and never complained, even though it was keeping him away from Nancy Wheeler. He’d trusted her with his fears about his brain and told her it wasn’t scary to be honest with her because she was Robin.

Robin knew it was 1983 and Steve was only a few weeks separated from the height of his King Steve persona. But she hated that she was the only person who saw him as more than that.

“Right,” Eddie said, sounding tentative. “Well, listen, as fun as it’s been to talk to the Queen Consort, could you take your homework somewhere else?”

Robin stared at him. “I was here first.”

“And usually, I’m all for finders-keepers and solemnly respect the rule of dibs,” Eddie said. “But I need this table to do business, and you’re going to scare off the customers.”

Robin’s eyes dropped to the little metal lunchbox Eddie was holding. “Oh. Right. Sure.”

She slid her books — and Steve’s books, because she working on his math homework tonight — into her backpack.

“Thank you, Your Highness,” Eddie said, dropping his things onto the table.

Robin made a face at the nickname. “I’m just Robin.”

Eddie looked up at her with big, distrustful eyes. Like just her association with King Steve made her someone dangerous, someone who he couldn’t trust. “Not to the people at this school, you aren’t. Not anymore.”

Robin didn’t know what to say to that. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. She wanted to say that nothing about dating Steve (or pretending to date Steve) had changed her as a person and that she hated all the popular kids as much as Eddie did. That she was still a girl who talked too much, who missed too many social cues, who played trumpet in a polyester costume, and who liked to kiss other girls. That she understood what it was like to be an outsider in a small-minded town like Hawkins, Indiana.

But she couldn’t say any of that.

Instead Robin spun on her heels and walked away, anger and frustration and a strange sadness in her chest, like she was mourning the girl she’d been in the other timeline. The girl who had never met Steve until her first day working at Scoops Ahoy.

Maybe she was beginning to understand how Steve felt when, for years after his downfall, everyone had still referred to him as King.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #platonic stobin #robin buckey #eddie munson #robin and eddie #fake dating stobin #mia writes fanfic #time travel fanfiction

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b0uclequid0rt · 2 years

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Robin smiling,

Robin laughing,

Robin’s full attention,

for a girl.

"looks like Robin can actually talk to wom..."

began Steve, leaning against the counter, turning his head toward Nancy.

If a look could kill, Nancy would have caused a death that day.

Family Video today was pretty chill, other than Nancy Steve Robin and...the other girl...no one was there. Nancy had just come to pick up a movie to watch tonight. That's all. But for some reasons she couldn’t get her eyes off robin chatting with this other girl.

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Nothing," steve replied with a lil smile on his lips. "So... dirty dancing? seriously wheeler? Again? How can you not be tired of this movie?"

"Actually, I was going to ask Robbie- Robin. to come over and watch it with me but, looks like she's busy" she replied, pursing her lips.

Steve stared at her for a minute.

"You know she's working right now... She's talking to a cus-to-mer..."

"Yeah, I know."

"So cant you... just wait until she's done and ask her to come over tonight?"

"Sounds like she's taking time, which i don’t have. So how much do I owe you?"

"Are you jealous, wheeler?"

Nancy widened her eyes before frowning her eyebrows slightly.

"Steve, be serious."

"Oh but I am Nance," he replied with the most annoying, mocking smile as he handed Nancy her movie.

Nancy was about to say something when Robin appeared out of nowhere,

"NANCE! I was expecting to see you today!" the girl said with a cute smile.

"sure you were" muttered Nancy.

Robin's eyes went "??" as she looked at Steve who just smiled, scoffed, took Nancy's money and left with a "I'll leave you two alone now", leaving Robin with a desperate look on her face. She's not good at reading people.

Nancy was already heading toward the exit when Robin turned around.

"Nance wait..." she gently grabbed the brunette's wrist. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah."

".. Okay, now you're just lying."

Nancy sighed, annoyed.

"Don't you have someone else to talk to? You seemed pretty busy with your ‘client’ five minutes ago."

icy silence.

Robin looked very confused,

“busy..?” she wasn’t bu-

oh.

OH.

Robin smiled a bit.

"Nance..."

"Im in a hurry actually Robin."

Robin grabbed Nancy's hand to pull her closer to her.

"Come on wheeler.."

Nancy was still pretending to be annoyed but a smile was slowly forming on her lips.

"You know you're my favorite customer."

Nancy lowered her head to hide her smile, but Robin crouched down to see her face, still holding her hands.

"If you want me to mansplain you about some movies, all you have to do is ask."

Now Nancy was laughing. And looking at Robin.

"You're an idiot Buckley."

"And you're pretty when you're jealous Wheeler." replied Robin, grinning.

Nancy pulled Robin's hands to bring her closer to her face.

"If you're not too “busy”, how about a movie night at my house. tonight.”

"Well, I can cancel my four other dates, of cours-“

Nancy dropped Robin's hands, letting the latter fall on her butt.

"I WAS JUST JOKING, NANCY."

"Don't be late," replied Nancy already outside the store, a smile on her face.

#i love them #ronance #robin buckey #nancy wheeler #nancy x robin #gay people

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dr-drea · 2 years

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The only way i can still enjoy love triangles between two guys and one girl is when they are actually love rectangles and the clumsy lesbian gets the girl.

#no its true i actually think love triangles are so boring #ronance #robin buckey #nancy wheeler

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pinkdarling · 2 years

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I'm pretty sure Will has never swore in the series, and Eleven definitely never has. The younger Byers are wholsome ❤

#stranger things 4 #will byers #eleven #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #steve harington #robin buckey #lucas sinclair #joyce byers #jim hopper #bob stranger things #max mayfield #stranger thing's memes #jonathan byers #stranger things

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r0binscript · 2 years

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i have a major crush on robin buckley.

#robin buckley #i love robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #fandom ships #robin buckey

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thatjeanjacket · 2 years

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i wanted her to look at me

#nancy wheeler #robin buckey #stranger things #stranger things 4 spoilers #st4 #ronance #dagger draws

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x-tactlesstest · 2 years

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Concepts I’m super pumped to explore in my fics:

Steve finally having a breakdown cause my guy has been THROUGH IT but always acts like he’s hunky dory. He has layers of unexpressed/unexplored trauma.

Eddie and Robin being besties. Sure, Robin was in band, but I’m certain Eddie had noticed that Robin’s a bit more different than the rest of them. He’d wanna take her under his wing a bit, but he’s never been sure how to get close enough, until they’re brought together through super bizarre circumstances. Afterwards, they’re almost inseparable.

Following that thought, Eddie finally getting to meet Will and El, the two of the younger group who feel so out of place. He’d immediately get to know them, find out their interests, tell them both that if they ever need to talk but don’t wanna go to the others or their parents, that he’s always there. A 100% open and judgement free zone.

Steve and Jonathan actually being friends. Like, real friends. Jonathan needs to get it together but also realize how much growing Steve has done, and how much effort he’s actually put in to keep the kids safe.

The Byers-Hopper family actually living in a decent house since Hop’s cabin is kinda falling apart and Joyce sold her house in Hawkins. They need ample family time.

Nancy slowly realizing she has a crush on Robin. It’s actually Steve who helps her put it together, even though he’s still not really acknowledging his own crush on Eddie.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #robin buckey #joyce byers #jonathan byers #jim hopper #will byers #el hopper #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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mixsethaddams · 8 months

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(mcd x2, rovickie, background steddie)

What if Robin has to go through season 5 alone?

What if Vickie dies right out of the gate during another ‘earthquake’? Robin cries and screams and thinks maybe her crush would have survived if she wasn’t in such close proximity. It’s her fault Vickies dead, she thinks.

Steve tries to comfort her. Reminds her that when Eddie died he felt like his stomach was ripped out of his body so his heart could drop onto the floor. Robin is lashing out though and screams that him and Eddie never even happened, Steve was too focused on impressing Nancy so he doesn’t get to act sad about it. Him realising too late that he might have liked Eddie doesn’t measure up to her losing the very real thing that was starting out with Vickie.

Steve is hurt, but understands Robin needs space. He doesn’t push her and leaves her alone.

Steve dies that night.

The bats came through a gate and he was protecting Dustin from the swarm. Robin finds out the next morning when her mom drops her at the Harrington house full of best intentions to apologise.

And now she has to be the caretaker that she’s not ready to be for the kids while they make suicidal plans to avenge Steve and Eddie, torn in half from losing her soulmate.

#robin buckey #steve harrington #stranger things #platonic stobin #tw mcd #background steddie

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farraigenafeile · 1 year

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me: yo pass the aux cord friend: you better not play trash me:

#honestly each one of these is a banger #but Shiver Me Timbers is the best no question #stranger things #robin buckey #steve harrington #scoops ahoy

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sarahisslytherin · 2 years

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Master of puppets - Robin Buckley + dating her

#the lovely sara #robin buckey #robin buckley moodboard #sarah's 1.5k follower mini celebration

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threewaywithdelusion · 10 months

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Nightmares (Nancy POV)

Nancy awoke to her heart pumping and the hair on the back of her neck standing up, and for a moment she didn’t understand why.

Even half-asleep, she was scrambling to her feet, Jonathan sitting up in bed.

That was when she realized what had woken her up.

Steve was screaming.

It was a horrible sound, full of fear and pain, and it made Nancy’s blood turn to ice in her veins. She yanked the drawer to her beside table open and grabbed her Makarov and its magazine, loading the gun as she moved towards the screams. She felt Jonathan stand and follow after her, unarmed, and she wanted to push him back but there was no time because Steve was whimpering.

Nancy quickly crossed the distance to Steve and Robin’s room. Jonathan reached around her for the doorknob so she could keep both hands on the gun and he raised three fingers in her line of sight.

3, 2, 1.

Jonathan flung open the door and Nancy stepped into the doorframe, aiming her gun into the room and clicking the safety.

Steve and Robin were on the bed.

Jonathan flicked on the light switch as Nancy stepped further into the room, swiveling so she could see the wall, pointing her gun as she moved.

Empty. It was empty.

She turned back to Steve and Robin.

Steve was sitting up, Robin straddling his lap and holding his face with one hand. Her other hand was pressing Steve’s palm over her heart. Her eyes were locked on Steve, who was looking back just as intently, shaking, sweating, and holding Robin in a death grip.

Robin glanced at Nancy, but kept murmuring, “We’re safe. We’re in New York. The Upside Down is gone and there are no Russians here. I’m not hurt. You’re a little banged up from a fight a few days ago, but you’re fine.”

Steve let out a shuddering breath, like a repressed sob, grabbing at Robin’s shoulder.

“We’re safe,” Robin repeated in a calm, even voice. “No one is going to hurt you.”

“I would kill them if they tried,” Nancy said.

Steve looked over and blinked, like he was only just realizing she and Jonathan were in the room. The tension drained out of his shoulders. The far side of his face was beat to hell from the bar fight he’d been in two days ago, the bruises a deep, ugly purple.

“Sorry,” he croaked. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. I thought I… it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.”

Robin huffed. “Dingus. You don’t have to apologize.”

But Steve kept looking at Nancy.

Yeah,” Nancy said. “It’s fine. A nightmare?”

Steve nodded.

A touch to Nancy’s shoulder made her jump before she realized it was Jonathan. His touch followed the line of her arm down to her wrist and gently pressed down, which was when Nancy realized she was still pointing a loaded gun at Steve and Robin.

She hastily clicked the safety back on and dropped her hand to her side.

“Do you sleep with your gun?” Steve asked.

Nancy looked at gun and pursed her lips. That was insane of her, right? To keep a gun and ammo stored in her bedside table (and another one in the living room, in case of emergencies).

She hadn’t needed to fire a gun to protect herself since Hawkins, but she still went to the gun range once a month to keep her skills sharp. She still checked on her gun every night before she went to sleep, a comforting step in her bedtime routine. One, take off her makeup and brush her teeth. Two, drink a glass of water. Three, check her gun was where it was supposed to be. Four, curl up in Jonathan’s arms and pray the nightmares stayed away.

“Would you think I was crazy if I said yes?” Nancy asked.

“No,” Steve said. “I’d think it makes me feel safe.”

Nancy didn’t know what to say to that.

Nancy hadn’t felt safe — not deep-in-her-bones, sleep-like-a-baby safe — since Barb had disappeared and Nancy had crawled through a tree into the Upside Down to look for her. Sure, there were moments where she felt okay — when Jonathan’s arms were around her, when her gun was in her hands, when the weather was sunny and bright and there wasn’t a single tree or vine or bat or dog in sight — but that was all they were: moments.

Nancy still jumped at every loud sound, hands reaching for a weapon. She hated malls and forests and the last time she’d been in a hospital, she’d had a panic attack. She’d had to pass over a job to interview a promising scientist because just the idea of being inside of a lab had made her heart beat so fast she’d gone light-headed.

It didn’t ever stop. How was she supposed to feel safe when she knew monsters could crawl through cracks in the skin of the world? When her phone made a distinct clicking sound before connecting that she knew was the government listening in. When she’d signed a dozen NDAs to let powerful men get away with their sins while she got nothing but a lifetime of nightmares in return?

Nancy hated being afraid. She hated how weak it made her. She hated that no matter what she did, the fear never left.

But here Steve was, telling Nancy that she made him feel safe.

That her neurotic over-preparedness and her hyper-vigilance were what had let him loosen his white-knuckled hold on Robin. That at least for a second she had made him feel the way she did, sleeping in Jonathan’s arms.

The way she’d felt after Fred Benson had died, when she’d seen Steve climb out of his car and felt an overwhelming sense of relief that she wasn’t alone and that the weight of the world wasn’t on her shoulders because Steve would believe her and Steve would keep her safe.

“My gun stays in my bedside table,” Nancy said. “There’s also a revolver in a biscuit tin in the living room, if you ever need it.”

Robin gave Nancy a wide-eyed look, but Steve just nodded.

“Thanks,” he said, “but I’ve never been a good shot. I’ve got my bat in the closet if I ever need a weapon.”

Weirdly, that made Nancy feel better.

She’d always told Jonathan that he should keep a weapon in the house. He had refused, claiming that he could use whatever was around if he had to. Nancy had spent a lot of nights comforting him over his nightmares of sticking a pair of scissors into their old boss’s neck, so she believed him. Jonathan could hold his own if he had to — he just wasn’t a fighter. He didn’t need to arm himself to feel safe.

But Steve — Steve was something. He’d lost a lot of fights, including to Jonathan. But there was something in Steve that felt like a kindred spirit to Nancy — something inside him that was brave enough to get up every time he got knocked down, or maybe terrified enough to know that if he didn’t stand up and fight, no one else would do it and he would die.

Knowing Steve had a nail-studded bat in his closet made Nancy feel like she could breathe. If she couldn’t fight, Steve would. He would protect Jonathan and Robin and make sure they were safe.

Nancy didn’t have to be the protector alone.

“That’s good to know,” Nancy said.

“Sorry we woke you at-“ Robin leaned across Steve to look at her alarm clock “3:47 in the morning. It, um, it might be kind rough this week, so if you have earplugs this would probably be a great time to use them.”

We. Robin apologized for Steve’s nightmares like there was no difference between them, like they were one unit, RobinandSteve.

It made Nancy burn.

“It’s okay,” Jonathan said. “In October and November, we’ll probably be returning the favor, so…”

Jonathan trailed off, because there was no need to point out the obvious.

Jonathan wasn’t a screamer though, and neither was Nancy. Jonathan tossed and turned and tensed his muscles, but he woke quietly and calmed himself down. He didn’t wake Nancy on purpose and if it was a really bad night the only thing that helped was calling Will and hearing his voice to make sure that he was okay.

Nancy didn’t wake from her nightmares. She was locked in them all night, sleeping her full eight hours regardless of what her subconscious decided to torture her with. She ground her teeth and woke up with sore muscles in her jaw and pretty pearly whites that ached when she ate raspberries or ice cream.

“Goodnight,” Nancy said awkwardly.

Robin climbed off Steve’s lap and under the covers beside him. “Goodnight.”

“Night Nance,” Steve said. He cleared his throat. “Night Jonathan.”

“Goodnight,” Jonathan said.

He backed out of the room and Nancy followed him, flicking the light switch off as she went.

They went back into their own room and Nancy carefully pulled the magazine out of the gun, returning both to their proper place in her beside table.

When she crawled into bed, Jonathan was facing her. She crawled close enough that she could feel him exhale, laying down on his shoulder and letting him wrap his arms around her.

“He sounded so scared,” Jonathan said.

“Yeah.”

“I forget sometimes,” Jonathan whispered. “He was with us for the first year, but after that… I have no idea what happened to him. I was never with him.”

Nancy had been. At least for Vecna. She’d seen Steve get strangled and have chunks of his sides torn out before biking four miles. She remembered thinking, then, that he wasn’t the same Steve who’d run when she’d pointed a gun at him.

She remembered wondering what had happened to him, to make pain no longer mean anything.

“I think it was bad,” Nancy said. “Whatever we weren’t there for… it was bad.”

She felt Jonathan shift slightly, stroking over his own arm. Over the burn scars that ran from his left elbow across both shoulders and down his back.

None of them had gotten away unscathed.

Nancy closed her eyes and pressed herself closer to Jonathan, scooting down a little so she could hear his heartbeat against her ear.

Here, Jonathan’s arms around her and his heart loud under her head, she could be reassured that she and Jonathan were both alive. That they were safe.

She let the thrum of Jonathan’s heartbeat lull her into an uneasy sleep, Steve’s screams still ringing in her ears.

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