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tfyoulookingatgiuxs · 6 months

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Could you do a Dom Nancy wheeler x sub f!reader smut where reader gets in trouble or something like that

• This intrigues me! I like writing about Nancy and I think I won't mind writing something about it 😗 Let me know if i satisfied your request!

Mommy's Rules

Nancy Wheeler x Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Anger pervaded you and you preferred not to interact with your girlfriend, avoiding arguments with her too. She noticed, and Nancy saw fit to remind you who's in charge.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: +18!!SMUT!!!MDNI!!! Lesbian sex, fingerings, mommy kink, praise kink, begging, degradation, spanking, orgasm denial, pet names (good girl, princess etc...), cunnilings, fem!sub!reader, slightbrat!reader, use of Y/N, Dom!Mommy!Nancy, slight aftercare.

𝐀/𝐍: I hope I have satisfied your request. I don't consider myself a great smut writer. Sorry for my english this is not my native language. Please support and reblog. Hope you enjoy this one! (DIVIDER NOT MINE)

You slammed the door as soon as you entered the house. Darkness reigned in your apartment, which makes you understand that your girlfriend wasn't home either. You had just gotten home from work and you would have preferred not to go at all this morning. Your boss did nothing but give you things to do every single day and you were seriously reaching the limit of your tolerance. You were the best in your course, you were determined and willing to work. You liked your job, even your colleagues, they were very friendly but your boss was a pain in the ass, making your day a real shit.

You threw everything on the floor, not caring about the mess you left and went to the bedroom, throwing yourself dead weight onto the soft mattress.

You were seriously tired and your nervous system was through the roof. You were pissed at the world and you knew you wouldn't have mercy on anyone today. Nobody had to give you trouble today. After a couple of minutes you fell asleep feeling your mind detach from the heavy reality eliminating all the negative thoughts of that moment. Silence was your soundtrack but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of the front door opening “Y/N?”.

Fuck. You thought. Nancy just got back.

Your girlfriend, like you, was at work but strangely returned incredibly early. Normally you would have preferred the presence of your sweet girlfriend next to you reassuring you that everything will be fine and that she will always stay by your side. But no. Today you didn't have this sweet fantasy "They discharged me from work early today" she revealed as you heard her voice echo throughout the apartment.

You knew very well that soon you would unleash hell, not that you were mad at her, but you had to relax without anyone present, not even Nancy. You didn't want to tell her things you didn't mean and you certainly didn't want to throw all your anger on her. "What mess did you leave on the floor, darling?" She noticed your things as you heard her head towards the bedroom, finding you lying on your stomach.

"Darling, are you okay? Were you sleeping?" She asked kindly and if you weren't so pissed off you would have hugged and cuddled her all day "What do you think?" Your tone was sarcastic and Nancy seems to have noticed that note of anger towards her "Do you want to tell me what happened? Do you want me to bring you something?" It was unbelievable how patient she was, and you were considering changing your attitude given her kindness. But you wanted to take a risk.

"No! Leave me the fuck alone! I don't want anything" You lifted your head from the pillow looking at her figure. Fuck, she was so beautiful...but her gaze changed and for a moment you stopped breathing. You were getting into trouble.

"Make sure you tone it down with me Y/N" she warned you as she headed into the living room putting down her jacket, you gritted your teeth saying fuck off the consequences "Oh yeah? Or what? Don't challenge me today Wheeler" silence fell for a moment and you got into a sitting position waiting for her response. Maybe I exaggerated? Maybe she was offended? You started thinking feeling guilty. Every now and then you knew how to be exaggerated and maybe you took it out on others for no specific reason just to vent your repressed anger. You knew it was wrong, but Nancy understand it and learned to accept this flaw in you, but what if you hurt her now?

You were about to say something when quick footsteps headed towards you almost making you jump. Nancy catapulted in front of you, slamming the bedroom door and turning on the lamp next to the nightstand. She looked at you with a stern look and then gave you a slap. You felt the burning sensation spread across your cheek and your eyes watered “You don't try to challenge me” you looked away as you held your burning cheek “We forgot good manners, huh?” She grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at her "You dare disrespect mommy?" You shook your head letting out a whimper. “Bend over” she ordered you seriously and you blushed “Nancy—”.

"I said, bend over. Get in that fucking position that rude sluts like you like" her dominant tone intimidated you making you clench your thighs together in excitement. You liked it when she took this tone, but at the same time it creeped you out, especially when it came to punishing you. You obeyed, getting into the classic doggy position. Nancy wasted no time in pulling down your pants revealing your black lace panties, her favorite. She cupped your ass cheek with one hand and spanked it, making you let out a soft moan. The spanking wasn't that hard, but it would be soon and that made you regret your previous responses towards her "I think you and I need to go over what the rules are a bit, don't you think darling?" She said and you heard the sound of her belt as she pulled it off. Now you would have suffered, entering a painful world that would leave marks on you for the next few weeks.

You couldn't go back, much less apologize now. Nancy wouldn't accept your apology. You nodded obediently and felt her hand on your skin again making you gasp "I didn't hear you" You raised your head looking in front of you where the window was closed by the curtains, while you could feel the thoughtful presence of your girlfriend behind you “Yes Mommy.”

"Good" she said in a low volume of voice and then adjusted the belt well on her hand "Now. You will tell me all the rules that your mommy made you memorize and every time you make a mistake we start over from the beginning, it's clear to you?" You bit your bottom lip. When you and Nancy entered the BDSM world of sex, everything was new to you, but when you implemented this role of mother you couldn't do without it, making it a bit of your lifestyle, then imposing rules that you would had to learn and absolutely respect. This drove you crazy and made you even wetter. You had never been a real brat, because you knew how strict Nancy could be and now that you were so disobedient you only expected one of the worst punishments.

“Yes Mommy” You said in a pathetic tone lowering your head looking at your hands buried in the sheets. “Now let's get started,” she warned and you took a deep breath.

Spank!

You let out a moan feeling the pain of the belt against your sensitive skin, but didn't give Nancy a response. “So? Do I have to start over?” You shook your head quickly “No please.” Nancy gave you another hard spank on your ass "Rule number one" she said and you wasted no time in responding "N-Never disrespect Mommy" You stammered "If you keep this up we'll end up sooner than you think, and if you be a good girl, mommy will make you cum" She offered and you nodded, already feeling your pussy getting exaggeratedly wet through your panties.

Spank!

The belt feels more painful than her hands “Rule number two” You whimpered gripping the covers “Don’t talk back to Mommy.”

“That was the rule that bitches like you were supposed to abide by” She replied to you in a contemptuous tone “I'm sorry—” She cut you off “I don't give a shit now about your apology. You had to be good before” she was right. Did you know what you were getting into and now you had the courage to apologize? No. You couldn't do it and you knew it.

Spank!

"Rule number three" the burning became more and more intense "N-Never lie to mommy."

Spank!

"Rule number four" your eyes began to shine again "Always listen to mommy" what perhaps you should have done when she asked you what you wanted in a patient and sweet tone, as if to tell you that perhaps there was no need to use such unpleasant and vulgar tones.

Spank!

“Rule number five” You felt your pussy throbbing “Do everything Mommy says” Nancy seemed amazed at how you were continuing without making any mistakes, given that the rules she had imposed on you were quite a few.

Spank!

“Rule number six” the leather belt started to leave red marks as your eyes started to water “Uh—Always ask mommy for everything.”

Spank!

“Rule number seven” your whimpers started to get louder and louder “Be a good girl for Mommy” You heard Nancy giggle “Just what you're not, aren't you slut?” You couldn't help it, you loved it when she treated you like that, telling you how stupid and disobedient you were that you deserved a severe punishment.

You went on at least nine more times until you reached the final three.

Spank!

“Rule number seventeen” you were seriously destroyed by the constant pain and burning that you were wetting the covers with your tears. Your head was now on the mattress leaving your ass in the air all red and sore "D-don't be a brat to Mommy."

Spank!

"Rule number eighteen" the last two were missing. You couldn't take it anymore "Respect mommy's punishments" you almost shouted it indicating to your girlfriend how exhausted you were from the continuous abuse on your ass.

Spank!

"Rule number nineteen" was the last one and you let out a moan expressing your relief "Never spit out mommy's cum" not that you didn't like it, you loved being spanked, but for nineteen times – actually, twenty, it was a real torture, especially if it makes you so needy.

“Good girl” She threw the belt down caressing your now red ass cheeks “Mommy please...” you begged moving your ass slightly “I don't know, do you deserve it?” She asked and you had lost your mind by now, you wanted her to fuck you the way you wanted "Yes yes yes, please Mommy" you were so stupidly needy that Nancy couldn't help but laugh at your complete submission. She pulled your panties down revealing your wet pussy now in contact with the cold air. Her fingers travel along your wet folds and then play a bit with your clit, inevitably making you moan with pleasure.

"Have you learned to behave now? Are you a good girl again?" She asked placing her now wet fingers around your needy hole “Yes mommy, I will be good I promise, I swear!” Nancy's hand now rested on your hip while the other dipped two fingers into your wet pussy making you roll your eyes as you whimpered again and again until her fingers picked up the right pace. The speed increased and your pussy tightened around her fingers stimulating that sweet spot inside you.

“Oh yesyesyesyes, mommy please— I need to cum” you begged, feeling yourself almost reaching your limit. Her fingers slipped away killing the beautiful feeling preventing you from coming leaving you shocked "No. You're not coming, not now" Nancy said throwing you completely onto the bed with your head resting on the pillows as your pussy was on display along with your ruined face from the mascara running because of the tears "Look at you, so ruined" she whispered, caressing your cheek "Mommy..."

“Shh…” she hushed you as she finally removed your pants and panties, easily opening your legs. Her fingers trailed up your thighs getting dangerously close to your crotch. You let a gasp escape your lips wanting her to do something "Don't be impatient" she said in a luxurious tone as she kissed your clit softly "I know mommy, b-but I want to cum, I need to cum" you said giving her a submissive look as she continued to place light kisses on your pussy, feeling your breath on it.

“You will come when I tell you” she ordered, burying her face between your legs tasting your wet pussy. You threw your head back as you left your mouth open not making a sound, but soon after you let out a moan as Nancy added her tongue "Mommy!—" you closed your eyes letting the passion of the moment lead you.

Her damn tongue on your pussy making you feel that annoying sting “Oh fuck—” you seriously had to come, but you knew you couldn’t do it without her consent. Your legs began to tremble noticeably as Nancy tortured your clit by sucking on it. You started to squirm "Stay still" she said "I need to cum, please please please mommy let me cum" You whimpered reopening your eyes letting some tears fall "No" she replied dryly but you couldn't accept this answer "I swear to you, I will always be a good girl, I promise, I will respect every single rule, I will never talk back to you again, please!" You almost cried as more moans left your lips.

Nancy continued sucking on your clit and licking it at the end "Will you be good?" She asked giving you a light kiss on your inner thigh "Yes Mommy!! I will always be good for you" you arched your back "Good girl. Come for your Mommy" you didn't have to be told twice, you came on her face as you dug your fingers into the covers. Nancy tasted some of your juice watching you catch your breath "Thanks mommy..." You started to feel slightly sleepy as your girlfriend got up to get something to clean you with.

After several minutes, you and Nancy were under the covers of your bed hugging each other as silence reigned between you. Next time you would have directly asked to be fucked rather than punished.

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goonflower · 5 months

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sometimes, i think about the will byers situation from nancy's perspective. how in the first scene, el finds will and everyone's so relieved. but then, when el looks for barb, she's already dead. and everyone just continues on, thinking about a plan for will. but barb's still dead, it's too late for her. and nancy just has to live with that, that will gets to come home but barb doesn't.

then the second scene - this whole time, her and jonathan have had their grief in common, but now they just... don't. because his brother's coming home but her barb isn't. like jonathan's still there for her, but not in the same way, he just can't understand it, not fully anymore. he can try to, but he won't understand nancy's grief in the same way. because he/the byers family/mike got a miracle and she didn't.

imagine how painful s2 must've been for nancy. seeing will walking around, knowing that barb didn't get to come back too. i wonder if she ever felt a little jealous of mike and jonathan and joyce, seeing them all with will. then, the guilt of feeling that jealousy when will was so young and it would've torn mike & the byers apart if it had been will who died instead. on top of that, everyone seems to have forgotten barb except for a key few people like barb's parents and murray and jonathan.

#stranger things #nancy wheeler #barb holland #will byers #byers family #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #st analysis #sad girl hours #thinking of nancy as the exit by conan gray now #like “feels like we had matching wounds [literally in her & jonathan's case] but mine's still black and blue and yours is perfectly fine”#bancy #nancy wheeler angst

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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ric idea:

nancy has fallen in love with her ex boyfriend’s sister and she doesn’t know what to do. she’s scared, she’s confused, and she talks to steve because they’re friends now and she wants him to know that the breakup was never his fault, she couldn’t love him that way because she literally couldn’t love him that way. she’s gay. and definitely in love with his sister.

- 🦋

I LOVE NANCY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING HER

Steve is a sweetheart and everyone is happy

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Nancy Wheeler and Steve Harrington were always the talk of the town. Their relationship had a spotlight and eyes watching everywhere. Then she broke his heart, spilling the truth that she felt as if their love wasn't real love. She didn't feel the things she was supposed to. She didn't feel the things Steve felt for her.

In a selfish way, she thought maybe Steve was the problem, maybe she just can't love him. But then Nancy faced the same problem with Jonathan. Every kiss made her cold, her stomach turn, and her heart racing with anxiety. This isn't what love was supposed to feel like.

Nancy Wheeler wasn't capable of love, and with her parents, it seemed to run in the family.

Steve had an older sister, she moved out at eighteen and moved as far away from her parents as she could. She offered a place for Steve to crash whenever he needed, even though she was far, their relationship was close.

She didn't come home a lot, so when she first met the one and only Nancy, she understood why Steve was still chasing this girl. Nancy Wheeler was gorgeous. Her dark curly hair, beautiful bright eyes, and pink lips.

Steve called many nights about his heartbreak over Nancy, and Y/N felt guilty for finding herself wanting to know Nancy more. But she couldn't forget that this was the girl who broke her brother's heart.

"Nance, this is Y/N, my older sister, Y/N this is Nance," Steve introduced the two. A smirk formed on his face as Nancy blinked and didn't move an inch.

"Nice to meet you," Y/N said politely, moving her hand forward to grasp Nancy's soft hand in hers. Ignoring the way Nancy's touch erupted butterflies in her stomach.

Nancy had no idea why she was stuck frozen to the video store's floor. Her feet couldn't move, her hand was in Y/N's grip and she didn't want to let go. Nancy's heart was beating fast, some type of fluttering in her stomach, and her tongue refused to make words.

And to Nancy's fear, that's how she felt every time she was in Y/N's presence.

~~~

Y/N has been around Hawkins for a month, she grew close to Robin, met the famous Dustin, and a new guy named Eddie. She never heard much about him but he was an interesting character.

Y/N found herself in a rant with Robin, both girls oblivious to the people around them.

"Alright King Steve, think I got a shot?" Eddie smirked, nudging Steve's arm as he looked Y/N up and down. Nancy's ears perked up, finding herself moving closer to Steve and Eddie. A weird feeling in her stomach.

"Not a chance, Munson." Steve scoffed, laughing at Eddie's offended expression. Nancy wasn't sure why, but she felt a small amount of relief that Steve found Eddie and Y/N hilarious.

"Oh come on, no amount of charm? What if she wasn't your sister?" Eddie tried

"Munson, even if she wasn't my sister, she'd still be gay," Steve smirked, watching as Eddie's face morphed into surprise.

Nancy also did not understand why hearing that Y/N Harrigton was into girls made her face flush and her palms sweat.

"Oh great, so Buckley gets her," Eddie groaned, walking away.

Nancy felt her blood grow hot, her eyes locked on Y/N and Robin's body language. Were they flirting? Fuck, did Robin like her?

Wait....why did Nancy care?

~~~

Nancy spent the past week tossing and turning every night. Her brain was trying to figure out these different types of feelings she has been dealing with.

With sleep out of the question, Nancy got dressed in warm clothes and decided to take a trip to a diner. Journal and keys in hand, she started her car.

The diner was dead, just as she expected it to be so late at night. With a sigh, she took a seat in the back booth. An older lady asked her what she'd like. She put in her order and began to write. Writing out every thought, writing out every emotion she has been feeling. Everything that made her confused.

"Seems like you are in love," Y/N's voice came from behind her. Nancy felt her blood go cold and her body froze.

Nancy quickly slammed her journal shut, turning around with a sharp glare.

"Privacy, much?" Nancy scoffed, turning back around. Y/N just read all the different ways she made Nancy feel. Nancy felt like she could die in embarrassment.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have read over your shoulder/" Y/N apologized, shaking her head at her own rude behavior.

Y/N stared at the back of Nancy's curls, the words on the page still fresh in Y/N's mind.

"Why do you think I'm in love?" Nancy asked, looking over her shoulder at the girl. She looked beautiful, also dressed in sweats. Nancy assumed she must have been struggling to sleep as well.

"Well," Y/N started, walking towards the other side of the booth and taking a seat across from Nancy. "I believe you are in love because you sound so scared of what you don't understand. Feeling different things, things you thought you would have felt with someone else, I'm guessing what you wished you felt for Steve?" Y/N asked

It wasn't what she wished she felt for Steve, it was what she should have felt for Steve, and for Jonathan.

"I don't think I could love him in that kind of way," Nancy admitted.

"Well, whoever you wrote about, you can love in that kind of way, because you clearly do." Y/N smiled, offering her hand. Nancy felt her palms grow sweaty, wiping her hands on her pants before holding Y/N's hand.

Y/N was right, Nancy was in love....with Steve's fucking sister.

~~~

It's been a week since that night Nancy held Y/N's hand in the diner booth. Nancy understood her feelings and that made it worse. Because now she wants Y/N more than anything. Nancy felt like there had to be a rule to not date your ex's sibling and the way she broke Steve's heart, she cannot imagine him ever being okay with this.

But Steve took Nancy for a spin. A smirk on his face as he walked over to Nancy as she searched through the romantic section of the store.

"A little birdie told me you were in love," Steve teased, poking his fingers into Nancy's sides.

"I am not!" Nancy argued, laughing as her sides tickled from Steve's touch.

"Oh stop it, it is so obvious. You have that look in your eyes, a look you never had for me. But you had it for her the second you met her." Steve spoke softly, he wasn't upset at all. He moved on from Nancy months ago, he understood he just wasn't the one she loved.

"Steve, I'm so sorry. I don't know how or why, and I didn't plan to .."She cut herself off, was she really going to admit she was in love with her ex's sister to his face?

"Didn't plan to fall in love with my sister? It's okay to admit it, Nance." Steve answered for her.

"I've been trying to figure out why we couldn't work, and it's me. I couldn't love you, Steve, because I couldn't love you. I couldn't love Jonathan. I was scared that I just couldn't feel love, but I think I was trying to find it in the wrong place." Nancy admitted.

"I forgive you, and I appreciate your apology. You are not a bad person Nance, you just had to find yourself. This whole town predicted you would become a Harrington, no one said it had to be because of me." Steve said with a wink, nudging Nancy towards Y/N as she walked through the door.

"She hates romance, try comedy," Steve offered his advice, pushing her right into Y/N's arms.

Steve watched with a smile as the girls blushed and laughed.

"I hate to say it, but you are a fucking good guy, Harrington," Robin said with a sigh, throwing her arm over Steve's shoulder.

"I'll find my girl someday, it's time Nancy found hers."

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samstersv · 2 years

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CANT WAIT FOR YOU; steve harrington

•part 2

•angst, full on angst

•y/n was tired of steve pretending he cared

she was so, so hurt by his actions. how he flirted with her and how he talked with her every day. y/n hated how steve showed he cared and every time she’d fully let her guard down, it was ruined, by him. she hated how she cared so much about him and couldn’t even think about letting show even if she should. y/n hated how no matter if she asked her friends for help or not, they wouldn’t even care, or truly care— how they only feel sucked into her shitty drama because they are considered friends.

y/n’s heart physically hurt as she watched steve talk to nancy. how he was so much kinder to nancy. how he actually cared about nancy. she envied wheeler. she even hated her, though it was for a selfish reason. y/n hated how nancy had the perfect curly hair compared to the mess atop her head. she hated how nancy had the perfect body, the perfect face, the perfect smile. while y/n looked at herself in the mirror every day and wished she was like nancy.

she let the thoughts get to her. she let herself believe that steve was messing with her, how he was using her for some sort of relief after nancy rejects him for the fifth time. but to be honest, nancy was into it as much as steve was. it seemed like the only thing holding the two from getting together was y/n. she let herself think back to the first time steve and nancy got together.

she remembered how she was the wingman. how she was the one to make the relationship happen. how she always. fucking. did. how it is always “y/n i need advice on this girl. y/n is this what girls like?” and it was never a simple “i like you.” or at least someone showing they cared.

y/n knew it went deeper than just steve fucking with her every day of her life. how she practically hated her life and the one thing keeping her there was steve harrington who clearly didn’t care either.

sitting at a table in front of the school, y/n watched as steve leaned on his car and flirted with nancy. her heart broke even more when she remembered that steve was talking to her minutes later saying “i’ll be right back” then ran to talk to nancy.

she hated how he kept messing with her feelings. she never wanted to hear from max that steve was talking to eddie about how he didn’t actually like her. then she proceeded to hear from lucas that he did infact like her.

she wanted it to end. she wanted a solid answer, she couldn’t do it anymore. if the hanahaki disease was real, y/n would’ve been long gone. she looked down at her sweater and pants she was wearing in the 78 degree heat. “ugly.” she laughed at herself. when y/n looked up, she saw steve kissing nancy. on the lips. the girl quickly pulled away and said something to steve “she was looking.” and nancy pointed to y/n who had already put her bag on her back and was heading to the bathroom to go cry and think about if death was worth it or not.

she heard running behind her but didn’t make a move to stop “y/n.” steve called out. he grabbed her and turned her around to face him. “why’d you walk away?”

“i’m so tired of you steve.” she mumbled. y/n held onto her bookbag nervously “tired of me?” he scoffed “what do you mean you’re tired of me?”

“i mean i’m sick and tired of waiting here for you. i’m sick of thinking you like me cause you are calling me at 12 in the morning to flirt with me or you wrap your arm around my waist. i’m tired of you telling me you don’t know your feelings yet but you want me to hold on!” she raised her voice. people looked at the two, at y/n yelling. steve tried to quiet the girl down but she wouldn’t stop. she let the tears flow as she yelled at him more.

pushing him away from her harshly, y/n continued “if you like nancy wheeler then fucking tell me, steve! i cant handle this bullshit! you just add onto the fuck tone of stuff i have going on and you are breaking me. i never thought someone like you was possible of doing that. but i guess it is.”

“hey.. i don’t like—“

“no shut up! i’m not done asshole!” he stayed quiet.

“i’m so fucking done with you playing with me and hurting me over and over. how you say you like me to lucas but i hear from max you don’t. i hate how you make me feel worthless and like shit and still don’t care! i hate how you just kissed little miss nancy fucking wheeler while i had my head down after fucking flirting with me and running your hands though my hair minutes before! i hate how i’m always the second choice and you still. don’t. care! i hate how how make me hate myself more than i already do! so steve harrington, i got one more question for you.”

“w-what is it y/n?”

“me or nancy?”

he thought for a second “w-what no..”

she scoffed “that answers my question.”

“wait c’mon don’t leave yet!”

“i am gonna leave, cause i can’t do this for one more second. i cant pretend that you actually care about me just cause i don’t wanna lose you. so bye steve.”

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outerspacebisexual · 2 years

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heyyyy, que tal o prompt 36 com Nancy x R (Female or neutral, you choose) I would die to read they being just two idiots in love who don't know each other's feelings

Idiots in Love - Nancy Wheeler

Requested: Yes

Summary: You were in love with Nancy Wheeler, and apparently, she loved you back.

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: fluff, lil angst for fun

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this! i hope you like it!

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The library basement was colder than you thought it would be.

“What are we even looking for?” you asked, leafing through a box of newspaper articles from the ‘70s.

“Anything that sounds like it could be relevant,” Nancy said from where she sat at the viewing machine, but after a moment, she sighed. “This is feeling like a wild goose chase.”

“No, if you think it could be a lead then it probably is,” you replied. “You know what you’re doing, Nance.” She smiled at that, and you couldn’t help the heat rising in your cheeks as you watched her.

You had always been an arms-length from Nancy. First as awkward acquaintances when she started going out with your friend Steve, and then friends who slowly drifted when she got with Jonathan Byers.

You had really tried not to let their relationship affect your friendship, but it was hard enough being in love with her without seeing her constantly with her boyfriend.

Well, ex-boyfriend now.

You couldn’t stop that guilty part of you that had been overjoyed when she told you that she had called it quits—the distance and different plans too much for them. She had been inconsolable when she showed up on your doorstep weeks ago crying. You had held her as her body racked with sobs, your own heart selfishly doing somersaults as she sat on your bed.

Now, with Vecna wreaking havoc across Hawkins, it seemed like months ago.

“Did you find anything from the ’72 box?” she asked, and you jumped, looking away from her as quickly as possible.

“I—uh, not yet. I’m still working on it,” you mumbled.

You had immediately offered to go with her when she said that she might have a lead, Robin agreeing to go with the two of you, much to your disappointment. Robin and you were friends, you had been since Steve and her started working together, and she unfortunately knew of your insane crush on the elder Wheeler. And she teased you about it all the time.

But now with Jonathan out of the picture, Robin was even more adamant that you needed to make a move.

You glanced at Robin who was sat across from you, her eyes flicking over words you knew she wasn’t actually reading. “Anything?”

“No. I’m starting to think I would have enjoyed going with Steve and the kids more than looking through ancient articles.” She slumped down against the table, and you patted her head.

“Oh, poor Robin. Is all the sitting down and reading too much for you?” you teased.

“Hey, I offered to come with you to keep you company and now you’re being mean.”

“You’re right. I am sorry…that you made a mistake.”

“You’re the worst.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but you cut yourself off when Nancy pushed back her chair and stood. “I’m going to check the boxes in the back to see if there’s anything from earlier.” And then she was gone before either of you could say anything.

Robin looked at you and raised her eyebrows.

“No,” you said. “Don’t say it.”

She raised her hands in mock defense. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were going to.”

“All I was going to say is that she looked quite upset, and maybe she could use someone to cheer her up.”

You pushed your chair back. “I’m not going for any other reason other than she might need help.”

Robin smirked. “Of course not. You’re just being a good friend.”

You found Nancy towards the back of the basement, lost amongst the shelves as she traced each one with her fingers, trying to find any headlines that could have been related to her lead.

“Hey,” you said, catching her by surprise.

She spun to look at you. “Hey.”

“Do…do you need help?”

“Oh, no it’s all right. I’m know what I’m looking for, and it’s probably a long shot anyway. Why don’t you head back to Robin?”

It didn’t sound like a question, but you really didn’t want to leave her to do all the work, like always. “No, seriously. I can help. Tell me what you’re looking for and I can search for it.”

She spun back around to the shelves. “No. I can do it by myself.”

That gave you pause. There was a twinge of something behind her voice—anger? Or frustration? She had been fine a few minutes ago.

You stepped forward, leaving a few feet between the two of you. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine.”

You bit your lip as you stared at her. “You don’t seem fine.”

She ran a hand over her face and up into her hair, pushing it back from her eyes. “Well, I am.”

You let the silence fall between the two of you. You were worried now. You guys didn’t know what kind of things led to Vecna choosing a victim, and you couldn’t help but worry that it could be related.

She reached out to try and pull a box down, and you stepped in, grabbing it for her.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

She flipped open the lid, but you couldn’t look away from her worried brow. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?” she said, spinning to look at you.

“Because I’m worried about you. You were fine before and now you’re acting weird.”

“I’m not acting weird. I just want to get this over and done with and get out of here.”

Ouch.

You tried not to let that one hurt as you continued. “You want to get away from here, or from me?”

Nancy looked at you then, and you could see her struggling to find an answer, her blue eyes roaming your face.

Double ouch.

You swallowed your hurt and tried to reassure her. “Does it have something to do with the lead? If it’s not looking good, then we can just leave it. It’s no problem.”

“It has nothing to do with the lead!” she rushed, squeezing the sides of the box so tight they started to bend.

You could only stare at her, hoping she would continue to enlighten you on what the hell was going on. When she didn’t say anything else, you tried again. “Nancy, you need to tell me the truth.”

She pressed her eyes closed, hard. “I can’t.” Her voice was so quiet, barely audible even in the empty space. She released the side of the box, smoothing her thin hands over the paper; the hands that you wished you could reach out and take, to hold.

In your mind, you begged her to say something else, but she stayed silent, letting her hair fall and shield her face.

“Right,” you said after a few seconds. “I—uh—I guess I’ll go back to searching the ‘70s with Robin and leave you to it.”

You went to move your hand from the box, but Nancy placed hers on top of it. You froze.

When you looked back to her, she seemed so close. She hadn’t moved, but her beautiful eyes shone in the pale overhead light, and her mouth parted slightly as she took in a shaky breath.

Your heart started to race. Being this close to her, being there with her in a way that your mind had only dreamed of…your breath hitched.

“I don’t want you to go back to Robin,” she admitted, voice still so soft. She moved the hand that was on yours to curl underneath yours, hesitating just before closing it. You did it for her.

She took another shaky breath, and you could see the millions of thoughts racing behind her eyes, but one you could suddenly see so much clearer.

She opened her mouth, sucking in a breath. “I want you to be with me.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “I am here with you?”

She huffed a breath out through her nose, closing her eyes again. “No, I—I want you to be with me.”

Your heart stopped in your chest. This had to be a dream. If this wasn’t going in the direction you thought it was… “Nancy—”

“Please,” she whispered.

And you searched her face, beholding the raw vulnerability there, the question she was both asking and praying for.

And then you surged forward, capturing her lips with yours. Her hand came up to rest on the side of your face and you put yours on top of it. You placed your other hand on her waist, guiding her gently against the shelves as her free hand came to rest at the base of your neck.

Your mind was whirring. You couldn’t think about anything other than Nancy Wheeler. She was there. She was kissing you back. Nancy Wheeler was—

“I’m glad you two idiots are in love, but in case you forgot, we have a supernatural killer on the loose.”

You both jumped apart, heads shooting towards Robin who had a very triumphant look on her face as she chewed you out.

“Do you guys maybe want to quit kissing face and keep looking for this lead?”

You had never wanted Robin to disappear so much in your life, and she seemed to get the message because she vanished back behind the shelves.

When you looked back to Nancy, she was already looking at you, eyes wide as she glanced between your own eyes and your lips. “That was nice,” she said, the grin you loved so much growing wider by the second.

“You’ve always been intelligent, Wheeler, but I believe that’s the most astute thing you’ve ever said.”

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I Kinda Don’t

✎ summary: You meet your ex’s new girlfriend, and you hate that you can see the reason he left you.

✎ warnings: angst, unrequited love

✎ characters: Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley

✎ word count: 802

It’s kinda hard to put my finger on

What it was that made him make the call

To call it off

I didn’t even

Wanna believe it

You’re not sure what you had done wrong. It seemed like everything was going well. And then all of a sudden, it wasn’t. Steve had broken up with you. And you didn’t even know why. You could barely believe that it was over.

I kinda thought I’d have a little more time

I’d right my wrongs and I’d apologize

And we’d be fine

But I didn’t

And it isn’t

You thought you’d have time to change his mind. You’d figure out what you had done and you would make it right. You and Steve would be back together in no time. But you couldn’t fix something you didn’t break. And you and Steve would not be fine.

And wanna know what really makes this hard?

You’re just as sweet as everybody says you are

It wasn’t long before you heard he had met someone else. Your best friend, Robin, dragged you to the nearest bar to get you out of your house. And that’s where you met her.

Nancy Wheeler was as perfect as the stories made her out to be. She was put-together, kind, funny, the list goes on. She spotted you and Robin as soon as you walked in.

“Robin! Hey!” Nancy exclaimed, greeting Robin with a hug. Pulling away from her, Nancy turned to you and introduced herself. “I’m Nancy. Robin talks about you all the time,” she says with a smile. All you can do is smile back as she takes your hand in a firm grip.

And I kinda wanna hate you

Kinda wanna be you

Kinda wish I never had to meet you in this bar

‘Cause now I see what he sees

You’re everything I can’t be

You wanted so badly to hate her as she engages in conversation with you and Robin. But her perfectly-done hair and nails also made you envious of her. Maybe if you had been more like her, Steve wouldn’t have left you, you can’t help but think. You wished you had never walked into this bar. You wished you were never able to compare yourself to her. Because now you know why Steve left you. She’s everything you can never be.

I can’t pretend I’m over him

And seeing you ain’t hard

I kinda hope it works out for you both

But then again

I kinda don’t

You try your best to pretend seeing Nancy doesn’t affect you. Even you can tell you’re failing. You’re not sure if Nancy is too tipsy to notice or if she’s pretending not to notice for your sake. You try to tell yourself that you want things to work out for Steve and Nancy. She seems like a nice girl, you think. Steve deserves someone like her. But you can’t seem to convince yourself.

I kinda hate that I love those shoes

And how that lipstick is the perfect shade on you

It gets to me

That I wanna buy you another drink

The night goes on and you can’t help but notice more details about Nancy. Her shoes are beautiful and her lipstick matches her perfectly. You also realize you’re enjoying conversation with her. You’re tempted to keep the night going.

But every time his name rolls off your lips

It reminds me you’re the reason mine will never be on his

Then she mentions him. “I should get going. Steve is gonna be worried sick,” she says, chuckling. Your heart drops. You’d almost forgotten about him. You’d almost forgotten that she’s the reason he’ll never be yours.

“Yeah, we should get going too,” you mumble, getting out of your seat.

I was happier just putting the blame on you

Now you’ve gone and took that from me too

As you get into the car, Robin looks at you with what can only be described as pity. Tonight was supposed to make you forget about Steve. But now, you’re sadder than you were before. You were content blaming Nancy for taking Steve from you. But, after meeting her, you can’t even blame him for leaving.

I kinda hope it works out for you both

I kinda hope I find the strength to let him go

But then again

I kinda don’t

A more selfless part of you wants to be happy for them. You try to convince yourself that you just want what’s best for Steve. You hope that you’ll be able to let him go. But the selfish part of you wants the relationship to fail. That part of you wants Steve to come back to you. But you know that would never happen. You can never be what Steve needs. But Nancy can.

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burgundybmw · 2 years

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You Belong With Me

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Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Henderson!Reader , Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers (Temporarily)

Word Count: 7,334

Warnings: Love Triangle, Jonathan slander (I love him as Will's brother, but hate him as Nancy's boyfriend), and I think that's it?

Summary: Barbara Holland, Nancy Wheeler, and Y/N Henderson were the closest of friends growing up. They had sleepovers, braided each others hair, and spent hours talking and giggling on the phone. Y/N loved Barbara, and so did Nancy, but the two girls always had a rather intense friendship beyond the trio. That all changed when Barbara died, and it only got worse when Nancy started dating Jonathan. You see, Y/N Henderson was in love with Nancy Wheeler, and seeing her with Jonathan Byers ate her up inside. Their friendship was doomed from the moment she saw how she looked at him.

Over a year passes and Y/N makes new friends, tries to forget about the girl she spent years dreaming about. She gets a job at the ice cream shop in the mall alongside her new best friend Robin, a girl who understands what's she's going through, and Steve, the ex-boyfriend of the love of her life. Y/N wishes that was the strangest thing that happened to her that summer, but Hawkins always has a bad habit of bringing back stranger things.

Author's Note: I saw a trend on TikTok where you use a bunch of filters and write a fic based on what you get. Here were my results: Sibling- Dustin Henderson/ Love Interest- Nancy Wheeler / Best Friend- Robin Buckley / Rival- Upside Down Monsters / Trope- Love Triangle / Other Person In Love Triangle- Jonathan Byers / Random AO3 Tag- Hurt/Comfort / Random Quote- “he always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society” / Taylor Swift Song Inspo- You Belong With Me /

This is the fic that resulted in those filters, hope you guys enjoy! Also I'm an idiot and accidentally deleted the original post, whoops! Thankfully I saved it on Word!

Scoops Ahoy wasn't a terrible summer job. There were some good benefits, like free ice cream, and getting paid to hang out with her best friend. There were some not so good benefits, like dealing with rude customers, and wearing that stupid sailor hat. However, the one thing that Y/N Henderson thought about the most was seeing Nancy Wheeler with her boyfriend Jonathan Byers, pointedly avoiding looking into the mall's frozen confectionery joint. Whether that was a benefit or not was still up for debate.

The thing was, Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy in eight months. If you were to ask her two years ago, she'd tell you that you were crazy. Y/N and Nancy were best friends, closer than blood, but that wasn't the case anymore. They stopped being that close after Barb died, and they stopped speaking all together when Nancy told her she was dating Jonathan. Y/N could remember the fight like it was yesterday, the day her heart shattered in a million tiny pieces.

"What the hell are you talking about?! I thought you were dating Steve! When did this happen?!" Y/N was so confused, Nancy had been giving her radio silence since Halloween. They had gotten into a brief argument when Y/N said she wanted to go to Trina's Halloween party. Nancy had thrown a fit, told her not to go. She didn't understand why she was so upset. It was just a lame high school party. Nancy said the last time she went to a party with a friend Barb died, and that shut her up real quick. Both girls held onto the guilt of their friend's death. Nancy for hooking up with Steve and asking Barb to leave, and Y/N for refusing to go in the first place. This fight wasn't like the last one, this felt more personal to Y/N.

"I don't see why you're so mad. Why do you even care that I'm dating Jonathan now?" Nancy replied, rolling her big doe eyes at her. They were in Nancy's room, she asked Y/N to come over that morning to talk. She didn't know what she was walking into when she crossed the threshold of the Wheeler house, but this certainly wasn't it.

"Um, maybe because he took creepy pictures of you half naked?! I mean holy shit Nancy, that's so wrong!" Steve might have been a tool, but he wasn't a creepy stalker. Y/N remembers watching Steve break Jonathan's camera after he found out about the pictures. Nancy got so mad at him for it, and for the life of her Y/N didn't stand why. If Nancy was her girlfriend she would have punched Jonathan square in the face for invading her privacy like that, but Nancy wasn't her girlfriend, and never would be.

"He apologized for that..." Nancy started before Y/N interrupted her.

"Ugh, barely! And you forgave him way too quickly for it. That was such gross boy behavior I can't even begin to tell you. Also, pretty sure it's very fucking illegal." Y/N really should have known better. Nancy had been giving hints about Jonathan for the past year, telling her he wasn't so bad. It didn't matter, she would never forgive him for what he did. The only reason she forgave Steve was because he didn't actually spray paint that garbage on the theater, and cleaned it up himself after dropping Tommy H and Carol as friends. The fact that he let her punch him in the face too helped.

"He wasn't trying to take naked pictures of me, he was trying to find his brother." She was still trying to defend it, like that was a totally reasonable thing to do.

"He still did it though! And he developed the photos anyway! How can you not only justify that, but defend it! Besides, when did you even break up with Steve, I thought you guys were fine?" Y/N didn't want Nancy with either of them, but if she had to pick at least Steve was somewhat decent. Dustin idolized him, and Y/N couldn't hate someone her brother loved so much.

"Halloween... I think." Nancy murmured, she was fiddling with the end of her sweater, something she only did when she was nervous or lying. Y/N knew all of her tells, she knew Nancy like the back of her hand. She smelled shit, and Nancy was full of it.

"You think. How do you not know when you broke up with the boyfriend that you've been dating for a year?!" This wasn't like Nancy. The Nancy she knew was confident, so sure of herself and everything she did. This Nancy was timid and shy. It bothered Y/N to the core.

"Well, we didn't really formally break up. It was more like we fought and just decided to not be together anymore. It was an unspoken thing." Unspoken. How the hell do you break up with someone unspokenly.

"Was that before or after you hooked up with Jonathan." Y/N couldn't control the venom in her voice. She knew it was wrong to throw that in her face, to imply what she did, but in the moment she didn't care. How the hell did Jonathan Byers earn Nancy's affections when he didn't even fucking know her, and she couldn't.

That was the root of the whole thing. Y/N could never be objective when it came to Nancy's relationships, not when she wanted to be with her instead. Y/N Henderson had been in love with her since they were kids. She fell in love with Nancy when she still wore her hair in pigtails, and hadn't stopped since then.

No one knew she was gay. She never told a soul. Not even Dustin, who she shared everything with. She used to feel bad about keeping the secret, until she noticed Dustin keeping secrets from her too. Ever since Will disappeared, and then come back 10 days later seemingly back from the dead, everyone Y/N cared about started keeping secrets from her. It was starting to get on her last nerve.

"Oh don't you judge me Y/N. You don't even know what it's like!" Nancy yelled, getting the same pissy attitude her brother had.

"I don't know what it's like? Really, Nancy? I know that I would never go out with a boy who did something like that!" Y/N was yelling at her. She hated yelling at Nancy, but she just wasn't listening to her.

"Oh it's so easy for you to say that Y/N! So easy for you to talk out of your ass about how boys are!" Nancy's voice was louder now, getting right in her face with it. She hated it, she hated Nancy looking at her like she was being ridiculous. Nancy was in the wrong, not her.

"How boys are?! Christ Nancy do you even hear yourself! How the hell wouldn't I know! That's all you've been talking about for the past two years!" She was so sick and tired of hearing about this stupid shit. Sick of arguing over it. It was all so stupid.

"Well it's not my fault you don't like boys!" Nancy screamed, and then it was silence. So quiet you could hear a pin drop. She hit the nail right on the head with that one. Threw the one thing in Y/N's face that she'd been terrified about herself for as long as she could remember. Y/N couldn't look at her, couldn't speak to her. She just walked right out of Nancy's door, slamming it shut behind her. They hadn't spoken since.

After that fight, Y/N started walking home in the rain. She was too afraid to call her mom to her pick her up, she didn't want to explain to her what happened. She walked in the rain until she crashed into someone on a bike, they were whipping around a corner as she was crossing the street. It was Robin Buckley, a girl she was in band with. They didn't speak that often, but knew of each other's existence.

When she crashed into Y/N, she started rattling off apologies, telling her she was trying to pick up maple syrup for her french toast but got caught in the rain. Robin noticed that she was crying, and when she asked her what was wrong, Y/N let the floodgates loose. Right there in the middle of the street. Nobody around to hear her confession in the storm. Y/N told Robin everything, that she was gay, in love with her best friend, how said best friend just broke her heart, and even though she was heart broken, she knew that she would never stop loving Nancy Wheeler.

After she was done, the panic settled in. The weight of what she just said to a near stranger paralyzing her with fear. Until the unexpected happened, Robin laughed. Not a cruel laugh, or a making fun of her laugh. It sounded like relief. That's when Robin told her that she was gay too, that she didn't think she'd ever meet another gay person in all of Hawkins in a million years, and yet she literally crashed into one. Both girls laughed in the rain, before Robin asked if she wanted to come over her house for french toast. Y/N agreed, and they've been best friends ever since.

They spent the rest of the school year glued to the hip. Robin would wax poetic about Tammy Thompson and Vickie from band, and Y/N would vent about Nancy Wheeler. They'd stand next to each other on the bleachers with their ridiculous band uniforms on, whispering to each other between music numbers. She would watch Jonathan and Nancy take pictures of the cheerleading squad, and Y/N would dream about the day that Nancy realized that he wasn't good for her. That she would wake up from whatever fantasy she made up with him, and find that Y/N was the person she was really looking for. The one who had been there for her the entire time. Who knew her better than she knew herself. She knew it was just a fantasy, you can't make someone love you. Especially another girl.

When the school year ended, Robin and Y/N decided to look for summer jobs together. They both applied to the new ice cream shop in the mall, and on the first day they both realized that they weren't working alone. Steve Harrington also got a job at Scoops Ahoy, and when he saw her he was instantly relieved that he was working with a familiar face. Y/N was surprised he was so excited to see her, considering what she did a year prior. Steve had told her that he deserved it, and to let bygones be bygones. Robin wasn't too thrilled at first, but both girls couldn't help but enjoy working with Steve.

She got to know him better those first couple of weeks, and he kept begging her to tell him about what Dustin was up to at camp. It was sweet, how much he cared about her brother. That's what really sold Steve to her. She saw how much he changed over the past year. He was still a bit full of himself, but he wasn't the tool she made him out to be. The only fuck up he made was when he asked why she wasn't hanging out with Nancy anymore, but kept his mouth shut when she gave him the iciest glare she could muster, colder than the ice cream freezer they used daily.

Today, Y/N was up at the front counter reorganizing the to go cups, when she heard a ding from the bell behind her.

"Ahoy! My name is..." Y/N started before she realized who was standing there. Nancy Wheeler, alone, in all of her glory. Her heart was pounding in her chest, Nancy was the last person she expected to walk into Scoops Ahoy. The words were caught in her throat, as she stared helplessly at the girl in front of her.

"Hi Y/N..." Nancy sounded awkward, unsure of herself. A similar tone she had the last time they spoke all those months ago. Y/N didn't like it then, and she didn't like it now.

"Uh hi, um, what are you doing here?" Y/N asked, there were plenty of other ice cream shops in Hawkins. She knew that Nancy purposefully avoided this one, she saw her speed walk past the entrance every time she came to the mall.

"To get ice cream?" Nancy replied lamely, she was fiddling with the bottom of her shirt. Lie.

"We both know that's not the real reason..." She really wished Robin and Steve would come back from their breaks soon. She didn't want to be alone with Nancy.

"Look," Nancy sighed, "I just wanted to, um, talk to you? If that was okay?" Y/N couldn't wrap her head around why. It had been months of radio silence, walking around school like they were strangers, why now? Before she could respond, Robin walked into the front door of the ice cream shop, completely oblivious to the girl at the counter.

"Y/N you would not believe who I just saw fall flat on their face in the food court!" Robin began before realizing they weren't alone. She looked between Nancy and her, raising her eyebrow as a silent question: Are you okay?

"Hey Robin, would you mind running the counter for a bit? I'm gonna go on break now." She had already taken her break, but she hoped Robin would understand what she really meant to say.

"Are you sure you wanna go now? You usually take them later?" Robin was giving her an out, knowing all the complicated details of her relationship with Nancy, she was such a good friend to her.

"Yea I'm good thanks." Y/N replied as she took the sailor hat off of her head. Robin nodded and switched spots with her behind the counter. Y/N started walking towards the door, Nancy following closely behind. Once they made it out, Y/N lead Nancy to the employee's only hallway of the mall, she wanted privacy for the conversation they were about to have.

"Okay, so what did you want to talk about?" Y/N asked, trying to present herself as calm as a cucumber, but inside she was a nervous wreck.

"I wanted to apologize... What we fought about, God, it was so stupid. You were right, and I was being a shitty friend." Nancy's eyes were glassy as she spoke to her, the threat of unshed tears just over the horizon. Y/N couldn't stand it when Nancy cried, it always broke her heart a little bit each time.

"Yea, you were being a shitty friend," Y/N began, "but so was I. I shouldn't have thrown what happened with Jonathan in your face like that. It was wrong, and I'm sorry..." Instant relief flooded her veins. It was as if a massive weight was lifted off of her shoulders. She didn't want to be angry with Nancy anymore, not for something she couldn't change. It wasn't right.

"You weren't wrong though... What happened between Steve, Jonathan, and I was messy. I was just insecure about it and lashed out at you..." Nancy took a deep breath, willing the tears to stay back. "You're my best friend, and I pushed you away. I've been so lost since Barb died, and I didn't even consider your feelings too. I was so selfish. I saw you walk in the halls and ignored you because I was too afraid to talk to you. I thought I broke us..." Y/N didn't know when he brain made the decision to hug her, but her body moved to do it as soon as she heard the first sniffle. She hugged Nancy tight, the smell of her floral shampoo an old comfort she had nearly forgotten about.

"You didn't break us. You know I'll always be here for you Nancy. We had a bad fight, but it's going to be okay" Y/N ran her fingers through her friends hair, the soft curls wrapping themselves between each digit. She could feel Nancy sink into her, not an inch between them.

"I missed you so much Jellybean..." Y/N's heart soared at the old nickname. Nancy started calling her that in kindergarten after she got a jellybean stuck in her ear. She didn't remember how it got there in the first place, but the nickname stuck too.

"I missed you too Fancy Nancy..." She could feel her giggles against her chest, and as much as it ached, she knew everything was going to be okay. Whatever happened in the future, she knew that she wouldn't leave Nancy's side, never again.

Weeks went by as the girls picked up right where they left off. Like it was easy. Nancy would come by Scoops Ahoy on her days off and update her on what was going on in her life. What Mike and the kids were up too, how her relationship with Jonathan was going, and her new job at the Hawkins Post. Y/N hated that they weren't taking her seriously, and told her as such.

"Those stupid man-boys wouldn't know a good story if it flew right under their nose. You're way too good to be dealing with that shit, I'm sorry they suck" Nancy chuckled over her vanilla ice cream, always with rainbow sprinkles.

"Yea, but it's a good job to put on a resume. Thank you for saying that though, Jonathan just doesn't get it when I talk to him about it" Y/N had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. She hated the dull look on her face when she would talk about how the men at the post treated her, or when Jonathan disappointed her.

"He's a guy. Of course he doesn't get it," Y/N began before she could tell her mouth to shut up before she reveals too much, "you know, you have a smile that could light up all of Hawkins, and I haven't seen it since you started working at the post with Jonathan."

"I'm fine Jellybean, promise" But she knew Nancy better than that. She wasn't fine, and Y/N didn't know what she was doing with men like that. Men who didn't listen to her, or understand where she was coming from. She didn't deserve it.

"Whatever you say Nancy..." And that was the end of it. Nancy changed the subject, and Y/N had to pretend that her heart wasn't pounding in her chest. When Nancy walked out the door, Y/N turned around to see Robin's concerned face. Steve wasn't back on break yet, he always took it when Nancy came to visit, so they were alone in the store. Not a nosy customer in sight.

"Are you okay?" Robin asked as she filled a small cup with S'mores Galore, her personal favorite.

"I will be. It's nothing new, I'd rather have her be in my life talking about her dumb boyfriend than out of it" She knew she was being a bit unfair towards Jonathan. He might not be her favorite person in the world, but she couldn't say he was all bad. Y/N knew what it was like to be an older sibling without a second parent in the house; it was hard and you had to grow up much faster than other kids. Jonathan was an excellent brother to Will, and a great son to Joyce. He just made shitty choices and decided to date the love of her life, so she allowed herself to hate him just a little bit.

"Yea I guess... but you know I'm always here to talk if you need to. It can't be easy hearing the person you love talk about loving someone else. I only had a crush on Tammy and it nearly destroyed me watching her look at Steve the way she did, I can't even imagine what it must be like for you. Sounds like pure torture." Y/N loved Robin's honesty, but sometimes her comments hit a little too close for comfort. It could be torture, but a torture she could endure.

"It is what it is. Who knows, maybe when I go to college I'll find a girl who actually likes other girls... I could finally move on from her..." Deep down she was afraid nobody would hold a candle to her best friend, that she would have to settle for second best. The thought kept her up at night.

"You and me both sister" Robin chuckled. A part of her wished she could have fallen in love with Robin instead, a girl who could actually love her in return. They tried kissing once many months ago, it was the first kiss either of them ever had. At first it was a peck, and then they tried making out a bit to see if anything would happen. Both girls decided that it just wasn't right for them, that they didn't feel any type of spark. They both decided to stay platonic best friends, with a capital P as Robin so lovingly referred to it. No awkwardness followed the kiss, something Y/N appreciated whole heartedly. She didn't know what she would've done if the kiss ruined their friendship. One friendship break up was enough for a life time.

"What are you girls talking about?" Steve asked as he walked into the front doors of Scoops Ahoy.

"Nothing you need to worry about, dingus" Steve rolled his eyes at the familiar nickname and got back to work. Completely oblivious to the conversation they had before. It was better that way, Y/N didn't know how he would react if he knew the truth. That not only was Y/N Henderson gay, she was in love with his ex girlfriend.

"Oh by the way Steve, Dustin comes home from camp tomorrow." A massive smile spread across his face as he bombarded her with questions about her brother. She neglected to tell him that he was coming by the shop the next day, Dustin had told her he wanted to surprise him. She didn't know how and when her brother and Steve got so close, but you would never hear any complaints from her.

Y/N was sitting on the couch in her sailor uniform when she heard a pounding at the door. She didn't have to be at Scoops Ahoy for another couple hours, and she had the house to herself. Dustin was at the mall with Steve, a place he spent most of his days recently, and her mom was out running errands. At first she thought it was her brother, probably freaking out because he lost his house keys again, but to her surprise it was Nancy at the door. Her eyes filled with tears and smudged mascara.

"Oh my god Nancy what happened?" Y/N didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around her friend. She hadn't seen her this upset in years, not since Barb died.

"I think I just broke up with Jonathan..." Nancy sobbed. She hated the brief flash of joy she felt when Nancy spoke, it wasn't fair to her. Y/N nodded and held her hand as they walked up to her bedroom. Once she sat Nancy down on her bed she ran downstairs to get her a glass of water and box of tissues. When she finally got upstairs she found Nancy looking at the picture of the two of them right before High School started on the nightstand. Barb had taken the picture, and it was one of her most prized possessions. Y/N ignored the flutter in her chest, Nancy looked at that photo with such fondness it nearly tore her apart.

"Tell me what happened..." Y/N said as she rubbed circles on her friend's back, doing as much as she could to comfort her.

"We got in a fight... I got us both fired from the Hawkins Post because of a lead I had. I know it's a good story Jellybean, but they just wouldn't listen. Jonathan was upset because he needed the job, and he basically called me spoiled for not understanding why he was upset. As if I'm stupid..." Y/N knew about the Byers financial situation, and it definitely wasn't easy, but she wasn't about to tell Nancy that.

"Like I get it, his family doesn't have a lot of money, but he could always get another job. I will stuck being belittled because I'm a woman for the rest of my life. He basically defended how they treated me because they got him a job! Like he didn't even care how I was feeling! And when I told him how humiliated I was, he just told me that the real worlds sucks! That I just had to deal with it!"

"Are you fucking serious?!" Y/N was fuming now. It was one thing to be ignorant of how Nancy was treated at her job, it was another thing to be complacent and tell her to lay down and take it.

"Yes! He sounded just like the assholes at work! And god, when I told him I shouldn't have even bothered venting to him in the first place, and should have gone to you instead, he nearly lost it!" Y/N's chest felt tight, frustration, aggravation, pride, and lovesickness swirled inside of her.

"What did he say?" She whispered, not trusting her mouth at the moment.

"That's the crazy part, he just told me I should just date you instead if you're the only thing I talk about! He kept saying that I was obsessed with you! That during our entire relationship all I cared about was Y/N Henderson! I mean, Jesus, he accused me of being secretly in love with you!" Nancy rambled, and Y/N swore her heart stopped. Hope bloomed inside of her, that maybe her feelings weren't unrequited after all. She was scared, terrified of letting herself feel that hope. It was a dangerous thing.

"Why, uh, why would he say that?" She swore her tongue tripled in size, it was nearly impossible to speak.

"Hell if I know! Of course I love you! You're my best friend! That's totally normal! I even told him that, I said it wasn't my fault that he didn't have a friendship like ours!" Nancy rambled, her mouth running a mile a minute, "Like of course I want to be with you all the time, especially after our fight! God Jellybean, you don't even know, all those months of silence nearly killed me. It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I cried myself to sleep almost every night. I didn't cry that much after Steve and I broke up, or in the car on my way here. When I said it felt like I broke our friendship, it's because it broke me. That was more of a break up than any relationship I've ever had!"

Y/N didn't know what possessed her to do what she did. Every fiber of her being was lit up like an electrical storm. She didn't think, didn't hesitate for a second, before she pressed her lips against Nancy's. Y/N could taste the strawberry chapstick she always wore over her lipstick, could feel the soft curls of her hair as she gently held her face. This was the feeling she was looking for when she kissed Robin, the instant fireworks, the spark. It was everything she ever wanted it to be, until she realized Nancy wasn't kissing her back, and then reality sank in. She pulled back to see her best friend, the love of her life, look at her like she was a stranger. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows shot up to her hairline, and her mouth was wide open in shock.

"Oh my God... Holy shit Nancy, I'm so sorry. I, I, I don't know what came over me! I'm sorry, please don't hate me!" Y/N pleaded, but Nancy just continued to stare at her. The silence was deafening, and she couldn't take it. So Y/N did what felt best, and ran right out the door. She grabbed the keys to her car and drove right to Scoops Ahoy, nausea and fear nearly consuming her. She had kissed her best friend. Nancy knew she liked girls. It felt like the end of the world.

As it would turn out, her kiss with Nancy wasn't the worst thing to happen to Y/N Henderson that day. In fact, it wasn't even in the same ballpark. When she rushed into Scoops Ahoy, she found her brother, Steve, Robin, and Lucas' little sister Erica forming a plan to defeat Russian spies that broke into Starcourt Mall. Dustin yelled at his sister for getting involved, something he desperately wanted to avoid. Y/N yelled at him for keeping secrets, and Steve told them both to shut up while they were stuck in some secret elevator underneath the mall.

Hours passed like that, the five of them in the elevator. Y/N forced her brother to tell her everything, that she wouldn't allow anymore secrets between them, and he did. He told her about this girl named Eleven who had psychic powers and came from Hawkins Lab. He told her about the monsters that came out of this alternate dimension they called the Upside Down. He told her about how Will was trapped there for 10 days, and how they all got him back. He told her how this Eleven girl had closed the gate, and that apparently Russians were plotting something underneath Starcourt mall. Her brain was overloading with information, and it took her almost an hour to come to terms with it. Robin had made a joke and said she was just as clueless as she was, but she didn't feel like laughing. Once she figured it all out, she smacked her brother on the back of the head for lying to her, and hugged him so tight with the fear of potentially losing him.

Y/N Henderson had started her morning like any other day, but it ended in a nightmare of kissing Nancy Wheeler and getting drugged by Russian spies. Dustin and Erica had helped them escape, but Y/N was too delirious to be of much help. They sat them down in the movie theater, until Steve thought of the brilliant idea of leaving. Now, the three of them were puking their guts out in the Starcourt bathroom.

"The room stopped spinning for me, is it still spinning for you guys?" Robin asked in the other stall.

"Holy shit. No." Steve replied.

"All good over here sailor scout!" Y/N shouted from the last stall.

"Do you think we puked it all up?" She certainly hoped so, puking was never fun.

"One way to find out, hey Steve?" Y/N asked.

"Yea Miss. Henderson?" She chuckled at the nickname.

"Ask me a question, let's play honesty hour." Steve took a moment to think of something before he spoke.

"When was the last time you peed your pants?" Normally, Y/N would have been grossed out by the question, but she couldn't care less in that moment.

"I almost peed my pants today when I kissed Nancy, does that count?" The bathroom became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. She knew she should have been terrified by what she revealed, but the Russian truth serum's euphoria remained in her system. Robin slowly dragged herself over to the stall, her eyes wide with surprise. She knew the depth of what she had just revealed, and was afraid for her. Steve crawled underneath the stall wall to sit next to her by the toilet, a matching surprised look on his face.

"You kissed Nance?" Y/N couldn't stop the words coming out of her mouth even if she wanted to, a bastardized confession inside the ceramic walls of the mall bathroom.

"Yea, I did. Her and Jonathan broke up and he accused her of being secretly in love with me. I was so psyched because duh, I've been in love with her since we were like 5, and so I kissed her like an idiot. Nancy didn't look as happy as I was, and I think I totally destroyed our friendship beyond repair. All because I fell in love with my best friend, who's a girl, a very pretty girl, but you know that Steve. You dated her. Also, I hated you a bit when you dated Nancy, but if it makes you feel better I hate Jonathan more. He sucks. He always had been, and always will be, somewhat of a menace to society. He took pictures of her half naked like a weirdo, and I wanted to punch him in the face. I still want to punch him in the face. I know he's like half way decent, but I still want to punch him in his very punchable face. All because he managed to snag Nancy Wheeler and I can't, because I was born a girl, who's gay, in fucking Indiana. It totally sucks. I wish I could have fallen in love with Robin, and I'm sorry Robs, but kissing Nancy was wayyyyyyyy better than kissing you. Not that you're a bad kisser! It was objectively a nice kiss, but it's because I only love you like a friend and I love Nancy in a I want to marry you and carry your children kind of way. I know that's impossible, and it makes me sad. I think we'd have cute babies. I'd hope they'd have curly hair and Nancy's nose, but my eyes and smile. But hey, I would even settle for her not telling the world I'm in love with her and completely destroying my life. Small miracles and all that jazz..." When Y/N stopped speaking, Robin thought it was a good idea to add her own word vomit confession too. She was such a good friend, and super fucking awesome for not leaving her alone with all of that.

"Do you guys remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous, and like, obsessed? It wasn't because I had a crush on Steve. It's because she wouldn't stop staring at him..."

"Mrs. Click?" Steve interrupted, but Robin smoothly continued.

"Tammy Thompson. I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because Steve would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And he would ask dumb questions. And he was a douchebag. And- and you didn't even like her... and I would go home, and just scream into my pillow..."

"Oh..." Steve replied softly, "Holy shit"

"Holy shit" Robin and Y/N said at the same time. Steve took a moment to think, his eyes focused on the wall behind Y/N's head. Both girls waited with bated breath to hear what he had to say, the nerves finally sinking into them.

"I'm sorry I sort of stole both of the girls you guys liked. I get Nancy, Y/N, she's a total package. But Tammy Thompson? Seriously Robin? I mean, she's cute and all, but she's a total dud" Steve scoffed.

"She is not"

"Yea, she is. She wants to be, like, a singer. She wants to move to like, Nashville and shit" Y/N giggled to herself at the banter between Steve and Robin, instant relief flooding through her. Steve wasn't mad, or upset, or hateful. He was cracking jokes, just like he always did. She knew why Dustin adored him so much, and now she sort of adored him too. They were all laughing together, making fun of Tammy Thompson and her muppet voice, when Dustin and Erica busted into the bathroom.

"Okay. What the hell?"

They all tried to sneakily escape from the Russian spies, but it was no use. They were heavily armed and trained to dispose of them. The happy-go-lucky feeling was long gone, pure fear and anxiety replacing it. It was all of blur, one second they tried to sneak out the front doors of the mall, and the next they were all hiding behind one of the food court stands. That's when they heard the sound of a car crash, and looked up to see a young teenage girl Y/N didn't recognize and the rest of Dustin's friends. Then she noticed that Jonathan and Nancy where there. Her brother was overjoyed to see everyone, but she couldn't join him with the celebration. When she first made eye contact with Nancy, she couldn't discern the look on her face. It only made her panic more.

They all started talking about Russians and monsters, but Y/N was numb to it all. She was laser focused on Nancy, who was pointedly ignoring her again. Pure, unadulterated heartbreak devoured her soul. She went back to Jonathan, the kiss meant nothing, that had to be what had happened after she ran away. Y/N couldn't focus too much on her own feelings before the young girl, who she now knew as Eleven, collapsed onto the ground. That was the beginning of the end of Starcourt mall.

Y/N watched as the place she used to work caught aflame. The paramedics were attending to her wounds, but she was numb to all of it. She witnessed first hand of the monster that lived inside the Upside Down. It would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. They all fought it with fireworks and flames, anything to help Eleven defeat it. It was pure chaos, and filled with death. Chief Hopper and Max's brother Billy perished at the hands of the Mind Flayer, the name of the monster Dustin had supplied earlier. Y/N hadn't spoken to Nancy throughout the fight, too preoccupied with the task at hand, but now all she could do was watch as Nancy and Jonathan spoke in the distance. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she could feel her heart break more when she watched him hug her. The paramedic placed the last bandage on her and told her she was all set to go. Y/N jumped at the opportunity to run away, she couldn't stand seeing anymore of Jonathan Byers rekindling his flame with Nancy. She didn't get too far before she heard Nancy shout her name. Y/N kept walking, ignoring the siren's call, before she felt a firm grip on her arm.

"Don't run away from me again" Nancy reprimanded, her eyes lit up from the fire a short distance away. Y/N refused to speak, she had enough truth telling that night to last a lifetime. Nancy waited a moment, waiting for her to say something, before she sighed and let go of her arm. It took every ounce of Y/N's strength not to run away.

"I'm driving you home" It sounded like a command, and she knew better than to argue with her, so she nodded and made her way over to Nancy's car.

The girls drove in silence as they made their way through Hawkins. Y/N was barely paying attention to the road, too focused on calming herself down. A million and one thoughts ran through her head. Why was Nancy driving her home? Did she not hate her? Was she taking her to Lover's Lake to dump her body? That last one was far fetched, Nancy wasn't a murderer, but she did see her wield a gun like she was born too. Crazier things have happened. Y/N was lost in her own head, and didn't notice when Nancy parked the car. She finally looked up from her lap to take in her surroundings, they were in the parking lot of a playground. Y/N didn't know why Nancy had taken her there instead of her house, but she didn't think she was gonna kill her anymore. Burying a body at a park was a bad idea, and Nancy was too smart for that.

"Do you remember the day we met?" Nancy asked, finally breaking the tense silence.

"Yea... it was here..."

"We were 4 years old. I had fallen off the swings and hurt my knee. You ran up to me and asked if I was okay, and I could barely answer you because I was crying so hard," Nancy chuckled, a fond smile on her face, "You got down on your knees, the denim overalls cushioning the wood chips on the ground, and kissed both of my knees. You said your Mom did it whenever you had a boo boo, and that love makes the pain go away..." Y/N was shocked she remembered all of that, they were both so young. The memories were old and blurry, but they were still there in her mind, and they were apparently crystal clear in Nancy's.

"Yea... Why are you bringing this up?" Y/N wondered, unsure where Nancy was going with her line of questioning.

"I think it was then..." Nancy paused, taking a moment to catch her breath, "I think that's the moment I realized I was different. I went home to my Mom and Dad and told them I met Y/N Henderson on the playground with Grandma... I told them that you loved me and how I wanted to marry you..." The nausea in her stomach was replaced with butterflies, that feeling of hope rushing through her. What Nancy was telling her, it sounded all too close to a confession.

"My Dad immediately shot me down of course, said girls can't marry other girls, that it was wrong. My Mom just told him I was confused, that it was just how little girls are. My Dad was satisfied with that, and I was too. I mean, parents aren't supposed to lie to their kids right? I was just confused?" Nancy turned to face Y/N, her eyes focused and sure, "I lived by that for years. Every time I looked at you a little too long to be normal, I just wrote it off as that's just how girls are. That it was normal to love your best friend like that, but it's not isn't it?" Y/N shook her head, no it wasn't, there was nothing normal about it.

"I liked boys too, still do, and thought I was satisfied with that. I thought I was satisfied with Steve, satisfied with Jonathan, and I very well could have been... If I never met you" Nancy reached for Y/N's hand and squeezed it tight. She was shaking, but her face was strong and determined. She didn't realize how much she missed that look on her best friends face until that moment.

"I always compared the boys I dated to you, Jellybean, and none of them could compare. You're the one that makes me laugh, even when I'm about to cry. You know my favorite songs, and you know all of my dreams for the future, and you were the one who was there all along. I was confused for so long, until the moment you kissed me. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head. I realized that it was something we could do, that it was something I wanted. I'm sorry I made you wait so long for me to catch up to what you already knew, but now I know for sure..." Nancy leaned over towards Y/N's seat, inches away from her face, and spoke the words she's wanted to hear for over a decade, "I belong with you Y/N Henderson"

Nancy leaned in and kissed her. She kissed her like she was finally coming up from air after she was drowning for so long. She kissed her like she was something to savor, slow, soft, and sweet. Y/N could feel her toes curl, her body singing with every moment of her lips against Nancy's. They kissed each other in that old playground parking lot like they had all the time in the world.

It was pure bliss, like something out of a love long.

A song Y/N never wanted to stop listening too.

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fxllfaiiry · 2 years

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

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

Nancy Wheeler can do unholy things to me 🛐

gif credits go to: @merlinaddams

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Now playing... She by Harry Styles

Thinking about Nancy teasing you in public.

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

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

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

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

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ktelova · 2 years

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No Matter What

Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Anxiety/depression thoughts and a brief panic attack

Summary: Maybe you were avoiding her because avoiding is easier than letting someone else in. But the truth is, you can’t spend your whole life avoiding. It’s exhausting living in fear.

Word Count: 1,831

A/N: Some hurt/comfort finally! No more tears! Well, this is sad but it gets better!

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You and Nancy had been together for a couple years, but as of recently, you’ve been pulling away from her. You weren’t sure you wanted a life in Hawkins anymore, you wanted Nancy, of course you did. But you couldn’t stay in this town anymore, too many things had happened and you felt like you were suffocating. You felt like a burden to everyone around you so you did what you do best, push people away. You hated yourself for still doing that with Nancy, especially after all this time.

You were Nancy’s home, she’d go anywhere as long as it was with you. She knew you were acting different, she didn’t know what changed, but she knew there was something bothering you. She tried talking to you about it and you always answered her with an “I’m tired,” or “not right now.” She wanted to see you smile again, genuinely smile. She wanted you to say you were fine and actually mean it.

You had told Nancy you’d be working late tonight, although that wasn’t true. You hated lying to her, but you needed to be alone for a bit without her constantly worrying. You didn’t expect for her to show up at your work looking for you though. She was beyond concerned to find out that you weren’t there and you hadn’t told her anything.

She wanted to panic, but that’s not what Nancy does, she thinks rationally. She got in her car and thought about everything that happened these past couple of weeks. She knew where you were. She drove back to your shared apartment and ran up to the roof. She placed her hand on the door and before opening it, she took a deep breath to calm herself. You needed her and she needed you to be okay, she pushed her worry aside and stepped out into the cold night air.

You didn’t even hear the door, you were too busy wrapped up in your own head. Tears dried upon your cheeks and you were wishing you weren’t in Hawkins right now. You wanted Nancy to hold you, but at the same time, you didn’t want her to see you like this. To see you so broken.

“Y/n?” Nancy called out to you cautiously, not wanting to startle you. Your eyes went wide with realization as you sniffled and turned your head slightly to look at her.

“Love,” Nancy nearly whispered as she walked over with her arms open for you and you melted into her embrace. She was here, the person you needed and wanted finally had her arms around you. You cried even harder into her shoulder as she rubbed circles on your back.

“I’m sorry that I’m such a problem,” you whispered into her shoulder, quiet enough you weren’t sure she even heard you. She did though.

She pulled your head away from her shoulder so she could hold your face between her hands as she looked at you and said “You’re not a problem, Y/n. You’re a person.” She kissed your forehead and hugged you tight. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before you decided it was best to head inside as it was getting late and it was cold up on the roof.

You and Nancy walked hand in hand down the stairs to your apartment as you rested your head against her shoulder. You felt bad for pushing her away, even if she did understand, even if she wasn’t upset or disappointed. You wished you had just talked to her.

The two of you got ready for bed and just laid together. Nancy was mindlessly tracing random patterns on your arm, smiling at you. You stayed like that for a while before you spoke, “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Nance. I’m just so tired of disappointing you.”

To say Nancy was confused would be an understatement. Why would you ever think you were disappointing her? You were the love of her life, her safe place, her home, her favourite person. You could never disappoint or hurt her, especially not like this. She knew you needed time to figure out all the messy things inside your head, she knew you’d come to her eventually. She was not upset with you in the slightest. She was worried about you, yes, but she wasn’t upset with you.

“I love you so much. There is nothing you could do to ever push me away. I’m with you, no matter what,” she tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear as she continued. “You haven’t hurt me or disappointed me, love. I know sometimes you need time to sort your head out before you come to me. You always come to me in the end, that’s what counts.”

You gave her a half smile and nodded as a tear slipped down your cheek. Nancy was quick to wipe it away, she leaned it and kissed you. Her lips were soft against yours as you melted into her. Your love for one another enveloped in a kiss, gentle and sweet. It was a promise,one to show that she loved you and you loved her.

Nancy pulled back to catch her breath and you could feel the soft tickle of her breath beneath your nose as she chuckled. You curled up against her and rested your head against her chest as you told her about everything that was going on. You told her how you just felt like everything you did was wrong, how you felt like a burden and you even told her how you didn’t want to stay in Hawkins anymore. Nancy hummed as you spoke so you would know she was listening, waiting until you were finished to respond. She played with your hair, a soothing gesture for the both of you.

“I just feel like we’ve got no reason to stay,” you said. She told you that you were what mattered, this town meant nothing to her if you weren’t here. She’d follow you anywhere and she made that clear every single day. The two of you decided to get some rest and talk about it in the morning. It wasn’t like you needed to leave Hawkins tonight, but you did want to leave sooner rather than later and Nancy understood that.

You fell asleep on Nancy’s chest as she continued to stroke your hair. She stayed up a little later than you, watching the rise and fall of your chest and listening to you breathe. You really did scare her back there, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She needed you to be okay, for the both of you. You helped her as much as she helped you. She was beyond grateful for you and she was so glad she had the privilege of even knowing you. She would be lost without you because ever since the two of you met, being alone was hard. She misses you too much when you aren’t around. She knew you knew all that, but she still would never miss the opportunity to tell you just how much you mean to her and how much you’ve changed her life for the better.

The two of you were soulmates, not because you were supposed to meet, but because when you did, you made each other better for it. You were the other half of each other. You both had never been enough for the people in your lives before you met each other and sometimes you still had those thoughts, but Nancy was always there to remind you that wasn’t true. She always told you how strong and beautiful you were, she loved how big your heart was. She made you feel important and you did the same for her. You were everything to each other.

Nancy listened to your breathing long enough, it lulled her to sleep. Sleep did not greet her with the kindness she hoped for though. She had a nightmare about you, about losing you. If she didn’t understand your worries about staying in Hawkins before, she sure as hell did now. She wanted nothing more than to keep you safe.

She shot up in bed, eyes wide and breathing heavily as she reached next to her searching for you. It did not help at all that you had just gotten up to get a glass of water a few minutes before. Nancy was about to have a full blown panic attack when she noticed the kitchen light on. She took a deep breath and made her way out of the bedroom, in search of you.

You heard Nancy approaching and you turned around with a smile, you noticed her panicked expression and how she was kind of zoned out right away and your smile quickly fell. You rushed over to her and cupped her cheeks, she placed her hand on your wrist. Her breathing was still laboured as she looked at you with tears in her eyes. You were quick to wipe them away, just like she so often did for you.

“Breathe with me, focus all of your attention on me,” you said gently. She did as you told her and hugged you tight once her breaths were even, she sobbed into your shoulder and told you about her nightmare. You placed her hand over your heart and told her you were okay, that you were still here and it was just a dream. She seemed to take great comfort in that, she always liked listening to your heartbeat. It was one of her favourite sounds, next to your laughter and your voice in general.

“We’re moving,” Nancy chuckled as she wiped another tear from her face. You smiled at her and agreed as you kissed her forehead and held her tight.

“I love you so much, Nance,” you grabbed her hand and pulled her back towards the bedroom, it was your turn to calm her to sleep and tell her how much she meant to you. You felt like you didn’t do that enough, like you were always the one who was upset. Nancy reassured you that wasn’t the case, you always helped her when she wasn’t feeling her best, even if you didn’t know it. Sometimes she just needed your presence and you were always there for her and you always would be.

The days won't stop; they will come for you. Just as easily as the moon lights up the night sky and the sun rises, the days will come. Nancy will always be there for you though. The two of you had a long road ahead of you, but nothing was impossible with Nancy by your side. You promised to always be honest with her and not run from your problems anymore. When you let people in, the demons shrink back, so you would allow Nancy to carry this sadness and worry with you until you’re stronger.

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itsb3anbug · 7 months

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Whumptober (8) + Ronancetober (4):

“Was it my fault Robin?”

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devondespresso · 7 months

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Never Again

Nancy is trying to have a good time with her boyfriend after season 1. It would be a lot easier if the last time they did this wasn't the same night her best friend died, but she needs the break to avoid those thoughts, even just for a night. Apparently, she doesn't get a choice.

Thank you so so much to the super epic @museumgiftshoperaser for beta-ing the first bit for me! Genuinely couldn't have done it without her!

TWs: Implied past SA (coersion, not from nancy's experience and not directly described), past character death (Barb), accidental self-injury (and blood), and overall themes of grief (if your unsure about the sa tw i have a brief explanation of the context it appears in on ao3)

**This is the Explicit (and original) version of this ficlet. If you don't do explicit but want to read, I have a sfw version here. ALL other tws still apply!**

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Her heart was racing, her mind tuned into every touch and feeling, an electric excitement buzzing through her skin and fluttering in her stomache.

She broke the kiss for just a moment to take off her shirt and tossed it away from her bed, leaning back and lying down. Steve followed her lead, tossing his own shirt in the same direction before reconnecting their kiss.

They finally touched skin to skin and electricity turned explosive, feeling so much, everywhere imaginable, her face burning and mouth aching from holding in smiles, warm and light pressure on top of her and the gentle brushing of soft skin on skin, as comfortable as it was frustratingly insufficient.

Just go home… okay…

Her heart was racing.

Her mind tuned into every touch and feeling.

An electric anxiety buzzing through her skin and swimming in her gut.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

He was looking at her with that face. She looked away, closing her eyes and trying to get herself back into it. It’s okay, it’s fine, you’re okay.

I’m fine.

Just go home, okay.

“Nancy.” He leaned back, propping himself up on one arm. “What’s going on, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just. Overwhelmed.” She smiled, “I’m okay. We can keep going.”

He studied her face for a moment.

“You’re sure?”

“ Yes .” She made herself roll her eyes and smile.

“Okay,” he said, climbing back over her even more carefully than before, “You have to tell me if you need a break, okay?”

“I told you I’m fine.” She made herself laugh. She grabbed around his neck and pulled him for another kiss.

It was good. Great actually, definitely great. Her heart was still racing from excitement as she took the kiss deeper and made them both moan. Steve’s shoulders finally let go of that tension keeping him at a cautious distance, and the weight and warmth came back euphorically.

..This isn’t like you…

She chased the feelings, letting her hands journey slowly down, letting them stop and smell the roses along their way. Dancing between feeling light teasing circles into skin and pulling the weight down, inviting more warmth to her skin.

..Nance.

She planted a foot and ground her hips up and into him on top of her. They both let out another moan and Steve grinded back.

And Nancy let out tears.

Just go home, okay?

She tapped a hand against his chest, over and over, and he got up. She sprung forward, off the bed, fumbling over to the bathroom and trying to keep him from seeing her cry.

“Nanc- Nancy! What’s the matter? Nance?”

Nothing.

“Just gimme a minute.” she called to the room behind her, then rushed in the bathroom and closed the door with a gentle thud. She sat on the toilet seat, covering her mouth with her hand and tried willing herself out of whatever headspace made her cry when she was supposed to be happy.

She tried to focus on down there, the good feelings it was supposed to give her. The sparkling in her skin, the rush of good good, right there, more more more that was supposed to be running through her head. She moved her legs back and forth just a little, trying to find the feeling, the good, the sparkle. Different angle, leaning back a little, maybe side to side, acros- there.

But dread ripped through her gut, making an open bleeding wound that scared any good out of her mind. And she cried harder.

“Nancy. It’s Steve. I have your shirt, do you want me to leave it on the door knob or can I come in?”

“No no no it’s fin-” her breath cut her off. She took another in, deep, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“No, we’re stopping. I can leave the shirt on the knob for you.”

“Steve, it’s okay, I’m just being. weird. It’s not a big deal.”

Silence from the other side of the door, long enough for her to think maybe he left already.

He took a deep breath from behind the door.

“Nance, can I come in?”

She took a moment to breathe and wipe her eyes.

“Yeah.”

The door opened slowly and Steve already had his shirt back on. He closed the door behind him, crouching in front of her.

"Something is wrong." And he held her shirt out to her. More tears spilled out as she took it, and they agreed with him for her.

Steve sat on the floor and leaned back against the wall as she put the shirt on, slower than she had to.

“Can you tell me what’s going on?” he asked gently after she was done.

“I-” she shook her head, looking for the most normal way to describe it.

“Did I do something to make you upset?”

“No, no. You’re fine, I promise, I- It’s just me being weird, nothing to do with you.”

He studied her face. She wiped at her tears with her sleeve. He reached out and stopped, then grabbed her a towel from by the sink.

“You can touch me, it's fine.”

“Good to know.”

Silence for a moment.

“You know you don’t have to, y’know… we don't have to sleep together. Like, ever, if you don’t want to.”

“That’s not…” she paused. It's not. But it leads where she needs to go. “Never, huh? You’re okay with never sleeping with someone ever again?”

“Yeah. Especially if you don’t want to, okay? You’re not losing anything if you decide you never want to do it again.”

She gave him a look.

“You’d stay in a relationship where you can never sleep with your girlfriend.”

“If I happened to love this girl, I’d do pretty much anything." he smiled, "Maybe even, oh I don’t know, run at a 10 ft tall monster man with a baseball bat I found on the ground,” he nudged her leg, “Y’know, if this girl was really special.”

She tried giving him another look, but her smile broke through, followed by more silent tears.

“You’re not losing me for anything, okay? Never feel like you have to do shit you don’t want to just to keep some boyfriend around.”

“Says the guy who ran towards a monster to keep his girlfriend around.” She shot back halfheartedly.

“That’s different, that’s-” he scooted in closer, stressing the point even more, “I wanted to help. You gave me the chance to leave and I almost did, but I wanted to protect you.” he took one of her hands in his, “You have to want to, otherwise it’s not-” he looked away, searched for a word and couldn’t find it. Instead he made a tense sort of eye-contact, “You don't really come back something like that. Just promise me you’ll never do it unless you want to.”

She exhaled, glancing away to cut tension and nodded. “Promise.”

He nodded, but his eyes still searched her face. She searched back.

“And it has to be because you want to actually sleep with them… not because you want to have them around or…"

She sobered and tentatively brushed the hair out of his face with her free hand.

“or you think you have to.” she finished. He gave a short nod, the look he gave her asking for the promise again.

"Steve, I promise I want to. It’s something else- and I don't know how to say it. But yeah, somethings... It’s something in my head. I had a good time, the first time, and I was having a good time just now, right until the..”

She looked for a vague enough word to fit without making it something he could’ve knowingly caused.

“...until The Something happened?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” he exhaled, then caught himself, “Well, not- not good, you’re still upset. I mean. Do you know-”

“Would it be weird if I gave you a hug right now?” she interrupted. He shook his head and rubbed at his eyes.

“Go for it.”

She wrapped her arms around his back and he leaned into it. They both rested their head on the other’s shoulder, the air softening back into something comfortable again.

“I love you, too. By the way.”

“Thanks,” he whispered, relaxing.

“And you never have to do it to keep me around, either. I-” She took a breath, and the moment to think. Another breath. “I’m not with you because of that, I’m with you because of you.”

He nodded slightly into her shoulder, holding onto the moment. Then drew back, no longer concerned with hiding the tears.

“I’m with you because of you, too. Even with The Something, okay?” he took her hand and rubbed a thumb along her fingers almost absentmindedly, “Do you know what you want to do about it?”

She sighed.

“I don’t know what I should do. I can’t… ignore it.”

“Yeah, probably not… We can avoid getting- avoid doing it, if you want. Or figure out why it’s happening.”

“I know why.” she cut in, “I mean I just… I have an idea, maybe.”

“Do you want to try and fix it?”

“I dont think it's like that…”

“That’s okay, that’s okay. Do you want to see if it’s something we can avoid?”

She looked down at the thumb gliding across her fingers. She put her other hand over it, stopping the motion and just holding.

“I think I just need time. To figure it out and work through it, on my own.”

“Okay, that’s fine." he squeezed her hand gently, then let go. "Never again, if you need that."

"Maybe again. Eventually again." she exhaled, shaking her head, "Thanks."

"Mhm."

She looked up, stealing a breath and bringing herself back to normal as a sort of silence stretched across the room. Not awkward, but still not completely comfortable, at least to her. Everything she's wanted to say out loud has been said, repeated and in more words than necessary, but moving on still feels too soon.

She looked around the room for a segue that could get them back to somewhere relaxed, but found nothing relevant. Her eyes wandered back down to Steve, who was absentmindedly fiddling with loose strings on the bathroom mat, the other arm propped up on his knee, and-

"I'll… give you the bathroom." she said, then immediately cursed herself for the awful transition, standing decidedly to mask the awkwardness.

Steve seemed more shaken by the sudden movement before a clear realization. She gave her hand out to help him up.

"Thanks, I- uh. Mind if I shower?"

"Yeah, yeah, just- sorry. Probably the worst timing imaginable for this conversation."

"Hey, no. It's fine. Literally the least of our problems right now."

He ran a hand through his hair, embarrassed despite everything they've already done.

"Thanks for understanding." she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, "I'll be in my room when you're done."

"I'll knock. No answer and I can hang out in the living room until you're good. You're feeling okay now, right?"

"As okay as I'm going to be right now."

"Cool, cool. So.." he jutted a thumb back to the shower.

"Yeah." and she headed out the door, almost closing it before he spoke up again.

"Nance."

She paused at the door.

"I love you."

She relaxed a little.

"I love you, too."

They shared a smile and she closed the door.

Nancy made her way back, strolling slow down the hall to her room, closing the door behind her and leaning back against it, locking it out of habit. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, taking a long breath, as much as he lungs could take, then let out as slow as she could without suffocating. They fixed it, or at least found the work-around. It's okay now. She's okay.

She looked over at her bed, and the tousled sheets on top of it made the dread crawl back in. Cold and shaky, heart rate still too fast despite it being over now.

She pushed off the door and ripped the blanket off, then the next blanket, the sheet under, then pillows, yanked off the bed one by one, to just get it all off, start over, get it back to-

Wood on wood knocked from the nightstand beside her. She turned her head and froze. The photo of her and Barb gone.

She dropped the pillow and leaned over the desk, searching for where it fell. Back left corner, a little raccoon plush breaking its fall.

She dropped down and rescued the picture, checking for cracks in the glass. It was fine. She stood up, avoiding hitting her head on the desk, and examined it again for any slight new imperfections. It was still fine. She set it back on the nightstand where it belonged, tidying a few other things that fell over but not quite off the ledge. And it looked fine.

She took the last few pillows off the bed carefully, dropping them on the pile behind her.

She took a breath. Another.

Now would be a pretty good time to start crying again. It's supposed to be better, make you feel better afterwards, or at least numb. Her last cry didn't do that, didn't even touch whatever immovable heaviness lived somewhere behind her ribs. Metaphorically the heart, but physically deeper. The true center of her body, below her lungs that seemed allergic to air, above her gut that stayed hooked on feelings well past their welcome.

Now would be the time to cry. No one to see it but her, like crying on the inside but if crying inside could do anything to actually help.

She didn't cry.

So she made the bed. Refitted the sheets tighter, neater. Laid both blankets over top, one flat to tuck under the pillows, one folded to be used. Arranged pillows, biggest by the headboard, smallest towards the center. A few stuffed animals added around for good measure: a worn white rabbit, a puppy with a pink collar, a black cat, a light brown teddy bear, and the raccoon.

And it looked perfect. She won't be using it for that anytime soon, it's just her childhood bed again. The assortment of stuffed animals specifically helped distance it from the dread, and if she was lucky it'd be completely forgotten by morning.

She let out a deep breath and flopped down on her back, the bed bouncing and springs creaking loudly from age.

She's a little too big for this bed. She can still fit, technically, as long as she doesn't stretch out too far. They're lucky Steve doesn't mind curling up a bit, otherwise he'd never fit with both of them there.

A knock on the door. A gentle three taps, barely audible. She looked over to the door. She was basically done tidying up, the bed looked perfect again.

Three more knocks. Louder, just in case the first three hadn't been heard. She kept her eyes trained on the door. The room was perfect, she stopped crying and she was just lying down before bed now.

He didn't even try the doorknob, had no idea she locked it.

She couldn't convince herself to let him in.

Another second of silence, then the sound of the stairs creaking gently.

She should've let him in.

But the bed still holds a whisper of their time earlier, the only evidence left being the memory. And her guts still carrying the dread it found earlier, like a toddler clinging to their first toy.

She looked back over to the plushies, grabbing the Teddy Bear in hopes it could drive the dread away. It was nice, but didn't do anything, and she tried the raccoon after. Nice, but not helping.

She reached for the puppy but she was gone. She put the others back and looked over the bed, and found it on the floor. She rescued it and held her close.

The dread still didn't get better, and if anything it was getting worse, but she didn't let go. She sat up with it in her arms and could feel the tears finally coming back to her eyes. She held tighter, but they wouldn't fall.

The room looked perfect. Exactly like it did a few months ago.

Only she knew something's different. Only she knew that Barb will never lay on her bed next to her, never call her phone over and over until she answers, never play with the little music box she had gotten when they were both tiny and happy and alive.

When they both fit on the bed, starfished out beside each other, talking about every little nothing that meant the world to them a few months ago.

She needed to fucking cry.

Because nothing was wrong. Will came back and Barb skipped town, problem solved, nothing to see here. A rocky month for Hawkins and then everything's normal again.

She pushed off the bed, holding the puppy tight and pacing a circle, careful not to hit the nightstand again.

She’s too careful.

The picture could've broken, but it didn't. She could've hit her head, but she didn't. The puppy plush could've been lost, but she wasn't.

Too careful and now everything looks perfect.

It was all just fine.

Barb wasn't dead, she ran away. No one was grieving, they were missing her. Nancy wasn't a careless ass, she was a teenager with one rebellious night.

And people had the audacity to think Nancy felt betrayed that Barb left her.

She threw the puppy plush at the bed and it bounced before landing somewhere on the other side. Guilt punched her gut and strangled her throat, but the puppy didn't hit anything, barely even jostled the bed.

Like nothing happened.

She grabbed the picture of her nightstand, holding the top and bottom of the oval in each hand, put a foot up on her bed.

And as hard as she fucking could, slammed the frame down on her thigh.

Glass shattered and the wood split along the sides, the little frame bent but still in one piece. She held it still in front of her, staring down at the split fibers sticking out, the glass chunks at her feet, the few clumps falling from the still frame as gravity slowly pulled them away from her.

She doesn't regret it. Or maybe she does.

She turned the frame around slowly, looked Barb in the eye, both of them surrounded by shards of glass. The front of the frame's wood was more bent than split and would probably look okay after some work to it. But the glass was still broken, never to be glued back together or look quite the same ever again.

Something here was finally broken.

Her thigh was itchy, so she moved the frame to one hand and looked at it. A few crumbs of glass sitting on top, a scattering of cuts and speckled with dots of red like her first attempt at shaving.

That wouldn't be a fun fix. Nor would finding all the scattered pieces of glass surrounding her.

She could ask for help, but that'd mean explaining why she broke the picture of her dead best friend, on purpose, and finding a reason that doesn't sound awful. She could fix it on her own, make the problem just broken glass, like the frame just fell off the table. She could pretend it upsets her.

She did neither.

She cried.

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