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Hii,

If your up for it could u write a fruity four x reader imagine based off of the song tongues and teeth by the crane wives where reader runs into a ex that used to treat them horribly and made them believe that all they could do was hurt other people triggering those old feelings leading them to pull away from Steve, Eddie, Robin, and Nancy

(Sorry for the long ask 🤍)

Poison (fruity four x g!n reader)

Or, You run into your ex and find yourself reflecting on your past self, do you deserve the love you find yourself surrounded with? (3.4k)

Anon, Sorry this took so long, I love the Crane Wives sm I was really excited by this request so I wanted to make it perfect and then it accidentally got really long and filled with irrelevant scenes that I had to scrap and will probably be posted at some point. I hope you like it lmk <3 Thank you so much for the request

Reader was in a toxic, abusive relationship (No scenes of this relationship and it is only briefly mentioned that it was abusive). Reader in this fic was mentioned to be an asshole in the past, but it's up to you whether she truly was or if she just thinks that bc of their ex.

Warnings: mentions of toxic, abusive relationships. Reader thinks she deserved to be hurt, the ex now has a baby. Ex threw things at the reader. Food, depictions of cooking and eating.

“You remember the voices Eddie taught you?”

Steve sighs into his bowl of lucky charms, stirring the spoon around restlessly. His cereal had gone soggy, something he hated, but he hadn’t had a single spoonful since he sat down.

“I remember,” He mumbled, looking at the milk in his bowl as if it would conjure up all the answers of the universe for him. You rub a warm hand up and down his back to try and soothe him, it works, a bit.

Then Eddie's head is poking over Steve’s shoulder, eyeing Steve’s bowl in a way that you know means trouble. Instead of the usual playful spat, that always ends with Steve reluctantly sharing his bowl of cereal, Steve passes Eddie the spoon without argument.

Eddie kisses his cheek sweetly, rubbing his nose into the chub of his cheek before digging in. “Wanna give us a taste?” Eddie questions, mouth full.

Steve’s cheeks are pink as he shakes his head, his perfectly styled hair not moving an inch. You can taste all the hairspray he’s used this morning. You keep your warm palm against his back, hoping some of it will seep into his bones and make him a little less tense.

He’s been like this all week and you know he won’t be able to relax until the day is over. Getting a placement at a kindergarten had been all Steve had talked about all year, all he had been looking forward to. Now it was happening, he was terrified.

Today was make or break, it was his first attempt at a storytime.

He had spent a long time researching books with Nancy and had rehearsed reading the book to you and Robin and had practised his voices with Eddie. You thought all this made him overqualified for the position.

There couldn’t be a person out there who cared so much about this. It was just Steve all over, he cared so much. He loved so much. It made you want to swaddle him in your arms and keep him safe forever.

“If any of those punks make fun of you let me know and I’ll kick their ass,” Eddie garbled around another mouthful of lucky charms.

“You think they’ll make fun of me,” Steve worried, his first clenching around the countertop.

“Eddie!” Nancy chided. Eddie almost lept from his seat at Nancy’s sudden appearance. She stood in the doorway, as perfect as ever. Brown briefcase held tightly in her hand, her blazer hanging perfectly on her small frame. “You’re overthinking this Steve, it’ll be fine,” Nancy assured, kissing the top of Steve’s head. “And for the last time Eddie, no kicking children,”

“Some kids deserve it” He argues.

“Ready?” Nancy asks you, ignoring Eddie, much to his annoyance.

You cast a wary look at Steve, you were reluctant to leave him alone like this, but you were the girl’s lift to work, so you had to trust Eddie would find a better way to comfort your boyfriend than his current tactic.

“Ready” You confirmed, checking your reflection quickly in the toaster.

Nancy pressed a kiss to the back of Eddie's head, eyelashes fluttering against his frizzy hair. Then she moved to Steve, lips lingering a little longer on his cheek.

“Ro-”

“Here!” Robin yelled, interrupting Nancy’s call of her name. She had a reputation for being late that she was trying to put behind her.

“Let's go!” Nancy sang, holding your arm in one hand and wrapping her other around Robin’s waist to pull her towards the door.

“Good luck Steve!” The three of you called together.

You’re still thinking about Steve and wondering how his story time went as you’re organising the vinyl at work. You wonder if you should call him, trying to remember when the kid's nap time is so you can get him on the phone. You don’t want to interrupt, but you can’t help but worry about him.

In between thoughts of Steve, you’re trying to keep track of which ABBA albums need to be restocked.

You’re so busy thinking of ways to celebrate or cheer him up in case of disaster, that you miss the chime of the bell.

“Still working here huh?” You freeze at the familiar voice, all thoughts leaving your mind. The one voice you wished you’d never have to hear again. “Some people just aren’t meant to change I guess,”

You stand up, brushing off the dust on your knees. You hate how you’re immediately flooded with embarrassment. “Can I help you?” You ask in the friendliest voice you can muster.

They take it in offence, hands held aloft in surrender, “Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, you really haven’t changed at all,” They laugh, your heart beating faster in your chest at the sound of it. You hate how they still have such an effect on you.

“Did you want something?” You ask again, colder this time. Letting the hatred you feel seep through. Your arms, crossed over your chest, erupt in goosebumps. You can feel your heartbeat like it’s in your ears, pounding again and again. It’s an effort to remember how to breathe without it sounding rugged.

You were both bad for each other, that’s what you settled on after the fact. They would tear you to shreds and act as if you were the one in the wrong. You could be just as cruel, the relationship was a toxic one and it turned you both sour.

It took so many nights of talking and looking back on the relationship to realise that you didn’t need to be the person they painted you to be. You hadn’t been perfect, no one was, but you felt you had learnt from your mistakes and hoped they had done the same.

“Thought we could have an adult conversation, but obviously not,” They sneered, tone condescending.

They looked around the store you’re usually proud of with disdain. “God, I’m so fucking glad we broke up,” They laugh, flicking the sleeve of a vinyl, making you scowl. You feel the same but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. “My life has been so much better ever since you left it,”

It’s like a dagger to the chest. If you were in your right mind, maybe you would wonder why if they felt like that they would seek you out. Especially since they don’t even bother to buy anything before they leave.

When Robin had last seen you, you were pushing her out of the car, trying to stifle your giggles.

In her rush to get out of the house on time, she forgot her scarf. You had bundled her up in your own which looked ridiculous. Eddie had knitted it for you, but then he got so caught up in seeing how long he could make it that when you wore it, it went down past your knees.

You thought it looked great, but it was a bit of a tripping hazard so when it came to Robin you wrapped it around her neck over and over until it was an appropriate length. Only she couldn’t move her neck to look down. You had been laughing at her the whole drive, much to her annoyance.

Now all she wanted was for you to look at her and laugh, but you didn’t even spare her a glance when she walked into the house, or when she unspooled the long scarf from around her neck.

You’re still in your work clothes, even though you must have gotten home an hour ago at least. The TV is playing credits, but you’re watching them like they’re the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen.

All she wants to do is touch you. She restrains herself though, she knows people don’t always want to be touched and it can make things worse.

As if you can tell that she’s about to ask you something, you change channels and turn up the volume on the TV. You lean against the side of the sofa, further out of her reach and feign interest in a Miami Vice episode.

Getting the message she leaves you to it and joins Steve and Nancy in the kitchen, who are chatting over the kitchen counter. Nancy has already started making a pot of soup.

Steve is dutifully making grilled cheese sandwiches and plain slices of toast. They work in unison, Nancy passing Steve the butter before he even needs to ask, Steve wrapping one arm around her hip when he joins her on the hob, warming up the pan so he can toast the bread.

He’s left two cheese toasties to the side, to be grilled when Eddie gets home.

“Not waiting?” Robin asks, catching the pair's attention. Nancy smiles, wordlessly passing her wooden spoon to Steve who accepts it without question. She holds Robin tightly in her arms, pressing kisses to her cheeks. She didn’t realise how much she needed a hug until now and how much better it would make her feel after your rejection.

“Thought some food might cheer everyone up,” Nancy explains, nodding towards the living room. Robins nods, squeezing Nancy back, hoping she won’t let go of her anytime soon.

“Did she say anything?” Steve asks, looking away from the soup briefly.

Robin shakes her head sadly and Nancy makes a sympathetic noise in her ear, rubbing her manicured hand up and down Robin’s back. “What about you?” Robin asks Nancy.

“Nothing,” Nancy sighs, pulling away from Robin when she realises that Steve has stopped stirring her soup. She bats his hand away and hip-checks him out of the way, deciding to take charge again. At least that's something she has control over.

The rest of the dinner is made in relative silence, Robin sets out the cutlery on the living room table, along with everyone’s preferred drinks. At one point Robin can tell you’re about to make an excuse not to eat at all, but a raised brow from Nancy has you sinking to the floor.

Robin’s eyes have been nervously flickering from her soup to you. She’ll see your lips part for a moment like you’re about to say something, but you close them just as fast, swallowing down soup and tearing at your bread.

You all eat hunched over the living room table, Eddie is missed even more than ever as silence haunts the table. No one can work out what to say.

You can feel yourself putting a dampener on everything but feel so shaken from the interaction this afternoon that it’s all that you can think about. You’ve heard people say their exes were the worst things that happened to them, but you never thought you would have been one of those.

Had you truly been that bad?

When Nancy leans over to grab your hand you smile at her or attempt to. Then when she lets go your hand sinks off the table and down to your thigh out of reach.

What if one day they thought about you like that? What if one day they’re glad that you broke up? They continue without you, happier without you.

It’s then that you remember, to your horror, all about Steve’s story time. The cake you had planned to buy him in celebration. How could you be so selfish, forgetting about something Steve had been worried about for so long?

“How did story time go?” You ask, timidly.

Robin and Nancy are patient, but Steve has never been. He’s going out of his mind with worry. Perhaps it's because he’s suddenly lost a girlfriend before. Thought she had loved him the way he loved her until she pulled the rug out from under his feet and told him it wasn’t working and that they were nothing.

It took so long for him to come back from that, even though he’s over the girl who said it, he still occasionally fears that all this love could be fleeting.

He smiles, abandoning the last of his toastie to thread his greasy fingers between your own. They slip against your hand and when he squeezes, he tries to push as much love into it as he can. “It went really well,”

“Yeah?” You ask more enthusiastically. Steve’s smiles have always been contagious. The pretty curve of his smile and the movement of his freckles as his cheeks apple, it’s the kind of smile that makes you believe in love at first sight.

“Mrs Lemon wants me to read again tomorrow,” Steve grins.

Everyone at the table erupts in excitement at Steve’s news. Robin drops the last bit of her toastie into her soup and has to fish it out with her spoon, fingers turning red in her attempts. Nancy's hand rubs up and down Steve’s thigh, in congratulations for his good news and for bringing you out of your melancholy.

Robin has you hold up her glass to her lips so she can take a sip of water without getting her soupy fingers all over the glass. It causes her to dribble water all over the table and she can’t even find it in her to be embarrassed when it results in giggles and your fingers brushing across her chin to catch the drips.

When everyone finished you’re quick to gather everyone's bowls and dismiss any help. You want to feel useful after sulking on the sofa while everyone else has made dinner.

This whole weekend you had been a whirlwind of productivism. Unless Eddie was forcing you to sit on the sofa with his head in your lap, you were doing something for someone else. Any errand anyone was putting off was finished by you that weekend. You had gotten the juice stains out of Steve’s jumper, sewn up the hole in Robin’s jacket pocket, reorganised Nancy’s toiletry cupboard and buffed her briefcase. Eddie had to coerce you into a cuddle to stop you from sewing up the holes in his favourite socks.

He hadn’t attended last night's dinner but had heard all about it from a concerned Nancy and spent the whole weekend attached at your side.

He did everything one-handed, not wanting to spend a second not touching you. It was so out of character for you to be so withdrawn. Steve and Robin assumed it was a bad day or more specifically a bad customer.

Nancy and Eddie had a gut feeling it was something more important. You didn’t often keep things to yourself, you found talking about problems usually stopped them from bothering you so much. If whatever happened hadn’t felt fixable to you by a rant and a cuddle, something must have happened.

Eddie wanted to be there, ready, for when you wanted to tell him. He never wanted anyone to feel as alone as he once felt, drowning in his worries, before his uncle took him in.

Nancy, though claiming she was taking a more relaxed approach, glanced at you about every two seconds, checking your reactions.

So when you had said you needed to go out to the store, Nancy and Eddie shared a look and insisted they both needed to come with you. Eddie for some smokes and Nancy for a specific body lotion she claimed would be too hard for you to find.

They were so obvious it would be annoying if they weren’t so endearing.

You ended up in Bradleys.

You had been antsy to get in, buy the cake you planned to get for Steve on Friday and then transform yourself into the partner your lovers deserved.

Instead, Eddie had taken his sweet time driving you all there, even though normally he called the speed limit a suggestion. Then he convinced you that you needed to walk up and down each aisle to make sure you didn’t ‘forget’ anything. It would have been an accomplishment to forget anything when you only have one item to obtain each.

The basket hooked on one arm, you hooked through the other, Eddie was strutting down the isles bobbing his head along to the pop songs he ‘hated’. Even though Eddie’s reasoning was ridiculous, it did feel relaxing to take your time walking through the various aisles together.

Eddie’s fingers were tracing up and down Nancy’s spine as she held two types of tea in her hand, reading the backs carefully. “Do you think these work?” She asked, holding out the packages for you to inspect, two different teas both promising to help with sleep.

You took one out of her hands, to inspect the ingredient list. Robin’s mum had said something about lavender last time you had spoken, but you weren’t sure that was digestible.

“If you need help sleeping, I’ve got the perfect solution” Eddie teased, arms snaking around Nancy’s waist and squeezing as he dipped his face against her neck. Nancy shivered, feeling his cold nose trace her neck and his curls tickle her collarbones, the basket digging into her sides.

“Stop!” She said, trying not to smile, wiggling out of his arms and lightly slapping at his arms, “I can’t take you anywhere,”

Eddie pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. His arm went over her shoulder, grabbing the box of tea out of Nancy’s hand and dropping it into the basket. “Mrs Norris used to drink that one,” He explained, taking the other one from your hand to put it back on the shelf. “Always knocked her out cold when she was supposed to be babysitting me”

Nancy huffed, crossing her hands across her chest as Eddie encouraged you both to the end of the aisle, hands wandering. “You have no shame” She scolded, cheeks burning at the wink he gave her in response. Still, he dropped his hands from her but continued to lead you both down to the frozen section, in search of ice cream.

She stopped at a display of lip balms, letting the two of you go on ahead. Her gaze did not linger on his fingers curled around the basket handle, or the dip of his spine that his cropped band shirt exposed.

You were still smiling over Eddie as you watched him search the freezers for the giant tub of Neapolitan-flavoured ice cream. He always made a big display of it, sometimes he and Robin would compete to see who could keep their hands in the freeze the longest.

Nancy soon floated behind you, her floral perfume altering you to her presence long before she slid her hand into your own. She leaned into your space, so close you could smell the curl cream she and Eddie shared. The pair, despite their differences, had a surprising amount in common.

“How mad do you think he’ll be if we refuse to hold his hand when he gets the ice cream?” Nancy whispered.

“I think we’ll hear about it for the rest of the night,”

Eddie cranes his head, looking you both up and down conspiringly. He fished the last tub from the back of the freezer and dropped it into the basket with a thud. It crushes the flimsy box of tea, but Eddie’s attention is on the guilty expression you’re wearing.

He holds his freezing hands out expectantly, wanting you to come and warm him up after his valiant efforts of searching in the freezers.

Nancy shakes her head at him, but his doe eyes can’t hold you off for long so soon he’s holding one of your hands in both his. You flinch at his touch and he pouts childishly, lashes fluttering.

“I risk my fingers for you, and this is the thanks I get,” Eddie huffs at Nancy over the top of your head, “At least you love me, sweetheart,” He coos kissing the side of your head.

“You hardly risked your fingers,” Nancy says rolling her eyes as she tugs your hand to lead you down to the toiletries aisle. You think half-heartedly about the cake, vanilla and shaped like a heart, that you wanted to get Steve, but then think of the crushed box of tea, it might be best to leave it for last.

“I was very close to hypothermia,” Eddie dramatises, flexing his fingers against yours. You feel the cold bump of his rings, they’re usually cold but feel even more so after being in the freezer.

Nancy ignores him and walks straight to the body lotion, hand reaching out for her usual choice, but lingering on a couple of new scents. Strawberries & Cream sounds like it would smell pretty nice, plus the bottle matches her nails.

She picks it up, dropping your hand in the process and uncaps the lid to give it a smell. Eddie takes your dropped hand before it can even fall to your side, now, he threads his fingers through yours with a giddy smile.

He pecks a kiss on your nose catching you off guard and pulls you off to the side next to the baby powders, moving you away from an oncoming cart.

You lean in to kiss his own but are brought out of your lovesick stupor by a harsh cough. Eddie glares at the culprit, kissing your lips extra firm. The person coughs again and you push Eddie away from you and try to move out of the way, catching sight of the person coughing at you.

It’s always a shock to see your ex unexpectedly, it’s even worse when they’re with a beautiful partner and they have a child sitting in the cart tugging a little plush to their chest. It shocks you for about a million reasons, the most hurtful being that the entire time you had been together they claimed to never want children.

Yet here, in front of you, is the clear proof that they did.

“Nancy!”

It’s a small town, everyone knows everyone. Still, it shocks you that their new partner knows Nancy. You feel so different from your old self that a reminder of it is terrifying.

Suddenly you’re scared, what had your ex told them? How badly had they painted you? what if they tell Nancy?

The worst part is that if they were to tell her, it would have been entirely your fault. How could you be mad at someone for telling the truth? You hadn’t been the greatest partner in the past, but you were trying to make up for that. It felt like you had made up for that.

You make eye contact with your ex, who isn’t even trying to hide their disappointment at seeing you twice in such a short amount of time, still, it’s obvious by the conversation Nancy is getting into that they’ll be standing around for a while.

Your eyes try to look at everything, but the person who’s fucked with your head for the last couple of days. The child, old enough that it must have been born within a year of your breakup, hair a dark brown colour, coils around their shoulders. They look so happy, a picture-perfect family.

You excuse yourself, using the cake you need as an excuse to go to a different aisle. Eddie tries to go after you but is cut off by an old lady jamming her shopping cart in front of him with a rude huff, muttering about young people these days. She runs over his foot and he almost takes down the entire shelving unit when he backs into it.

When Eddie finds you, standing in front of an empty shelf, sniffing into your hands, he’s crushed.

The drive back had been awkward.

Nancy had found you both and sent Eddie to pay for everything while she took you to the car. You refused to cite anything but the cake’s being sold out as the reason for your tears, but it’s clear that there was something more.

It isn’t until you’re home, that the extent of your upset is clear. At the supermarket, you had clung onto Nancy and Eddie for life, feeling personally devastated at the thought of either of them leaving you.

Now leaving was all you could think of doing.

You had packed your bag, unpacked and re-packed it again. You just couldn’t get it out of your head, how much happier everyone might be without you. Your last relationship played through your mind like a reel.

All the times your exe had yelled at you, called you a bitch, the problem. You could be forgetful, self-absorbed, hurtful. You thought you had changed, but you had proved yourself wrong on Friday, ignoring Steve’s accomplishment to stew in your self-obsession.

There was a knock on your door, but it was a warning rather than a request as Steve and Robin barged in without waiting for a response.

“Are you ok?” Robin asked, skirting around your clutter to land on the bed, beside the duffle bag you were about to re-pack. “Actually no, I know you’re not ok, so don’t bother lying,” Robin huffed, pushing the fly aways from her face and staring at you in determination.

Her hands darted out to your sides, holding you firmly in place. On her knees, on your bed, she begged you to tell her exactly what was wrong, “You always feel better after talking to me, I can help you, whatever it is. If it’s working at the vinyl store we’ll get you a new job, you could come to work with me in the museum archives?”

“It’s not…it’s not that,” You stutter, fingers feeling tingly as your eyes dart nervously from Robin to Steve, who hasn’t moved from standing at the door. You can’t see his expression, but the vein on his neck is close to bursting.

I’m the problem, you think, but you’re all too sweet to realise and you’ll be too kind to tell me when you do work it out.

Robin’s nose bumps your sternum bringing your attention back to her. She presses a kiss to the swell of your stomach. Her hands are ever wandering, frantic in their need to comfort you, but unsure where to go. “You can tell me,” She promises, her sea-blue eyes boring into yours. Your eyes water as you try to think of what to say.

“You’re leaving,” Steve’s voice is cold, and his stare is even colder. He nods to the duffle bag on the bed, glaring at it with the heat of a thousand suns.

Robin looks at the bag that she hadn’t registered, shaking her head in disbelief, until she sees the crumbling expression on your face and realises it’s true. Her hands drop from your body and she darts from the bed like a person burnt. She brushes past Steve, rushing out of your room and you can hear her fast footsteps retreat down the hall.

“You…you don’t understand,” You try to defend, hands falling into fists in frustration.

“No, I understand,” Steve spits, arms crossed across his chest, muscles clenched, “You’re just like her, only so much worse,”

“Ste-”

“Don’t” Steve scoffs “You promised us you wouldn’t do this, promised me.” His voice breaks and he has to turn his face to the side, collect himself and wipe the rouge tears that he let escape.

You sink in on yourself, “It’s…it’s for the best, I’m…I,”

Steve laughs, fist banging against the door frame, startling you, you have to steady your hands on the bed to stop yourself from falling.

Your stomach lurches, it doesn’t feel right. You’re last breakup hadn’t ended like this, they hadn’t been mad at you for leaving, they had been mad you hadn’t broken up sooner. That they hadn’t been the one to dump you.

You fear you might have made a terrible mistake, but then remember what they had said when you broke up. That you were poison, that you ruined everything that you touched, how much happier they had been before you. Now you knew how much happier they were without you afterwards too.

They would thank you in the long run.

“If you walk out this door right now, I’m never going to forgive you,” Steve’s heart was cracking. Just like last time, he was caught off guard. His voice was stern, but his expression was heartbreaking.

“Steve!” Yelled Nancy, pushing past him in the doorway and walking over to you instead. Her hair was half dry, one side still dripping water onto the collar of her shirt.

Eddie, hair wrapped in the band shirt he had worn to the store, mirrored Nancy, only taking Steve into his arms instead of you. “Let’s all just calm down a second,” Nancy suggested, pulling you down to sit on her lap. She threw your duffle bag off the bed, sending it clattering into your wardrobe.

“Take a deep breath,” Eddie suggested, palm warm over Steve’s chest. Robin fiddled with Steve’s fingers, eyeing everyone warily. Steve matched his breathing to Eddie’s, lips wobbling as Eddie’s thumb wiped the sticky tears from his cheeks.

If you felt awful before, now you feel diabolical.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” You confessed, trying to push out of Nancy's soothing hold because you felt so undeserving. She had a surprising amount of strength though and held you firm against her chest, “I didn’t mean, I don’t want to hurt anybody, this is exactly what I don’t want, I just want you all to be happy”

Robin, tentatively let go of Steve’s hand, who Eddie was leading further into the bedroom. Nancy wrangled you so you were leaning against her where she sat against the headboard. Her head resting on your shoulder while her hand was rubbing up and down your back.

Robin sat down at the foot of the bed, hand reaching out carefully to rub at your leg. “Please can you explain? So we can all understand, why you want to…leave,” Robin asked, hardly able to say the word.

The bed dipped as Eddie sat himself down to the side of you and Nancy, but Steve still refused to sit, standing up with his thighs touching the bed, hand clasped tightly in Eddie’s.

You took a deep breath and tried to explain “I saw, my ex, first they visited me at work-”

Steve’s grip on Eddie white-knuckled as he scoffed, assuming the worst. You shrunk further back into Nancy making her glare at Steve who rolled his eyes. He was still sure you were about to rip out their hearts.

“Go on,” Nancy encouraged.

“He said, he was glad we broke up and at first I just thought, yeah me too, but then I started thinking and,I was awful,”

“Did you start thinking that? Or did he make you think that?” Nancy asked.

“Well, I mean, I guess he implied it and he always used to say it, like I would ruin things and he would throw things, sometimes, when I did something bad,”

Steve sat down on the bed, looking at you tearfully, “He would throw things at you?” Now he felt himself crying for an entirely different reason.

“It wasn’t- I was just as bad,”

“Did you throw things at them?” Questioned Robin.

You shook your head, “No, but I de-”

“I know you’re not about to say you deserved it, no one ever deserves that sweetheart,”

“I was an asshole, I was cruel and hurtful.” You explained, “You can say they shouldn’t have hurt me, but I hurt them just as much with every word I said. How can I deserve to be happy like this? I’ve been trying to change, but what if i can’t”

Steve feels a rush of sympathy through his chest. The anger that surged through his body turned from a fiery rage to a simmering heat, directed at whoever made you feel like this. He knows exactly how it feels to try to change, but not be given a chance.

To this day the title of King Steve follows him around like a bad dream. He’s taken responsibility for his actions and changed for the better, but for a long time, he wondered if it would ever be enough to make up for the hurt he had caused. Did he deserve the friendship Robin offered, that had led him down the path to this?

You gulped eyes starting to water. “I just don’t want to ruin things, I don’t want to hurt anyone I love again, I’m so sorry Steve, I already hurt you so much and if I stay I might-”

Steve shuffled forward, pulling you roughly from Nancy’s embrace into his own. His strong arms wrapped around you and his tear-stained cheeks stuck to your own. “The only way you could truly hurt me is if you left right now,” He pulled himself out of your embrace so he could hold his face in your hands.

“You deserve to be happy, you deserve a chance to change,” Steve promises, tacky lips pressing into the top of your head over and over again, trying to let it sink in.

“For the record, this version of you you’re describing, I don’t think I’ve ever met them,” Eddie says, palm firm as it rubs up and down Steve’s quaking back.

“But I- I forgot all about Steve’s big day,” You huff, voice thick with frustration.

“Honey, you spent the morning comforting me and asked me about it when you got home.” Steve placates.

“Not right away though, I sat on the sofa for ages, just thinking about myself,”

“Think that’s understandable after the run-in you had,” Steve’s hand keeps a warm grip on your cheeks, eyes softening as he kisses underneath your teary eye.

“Lovely, you’ve never made any of us feel anything but loved and I hope you feel the same about us” Nancy offered, stroking your shoulder with soft fingers.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I even thought about leaving I was just, so caught up and I wasn’t thinking properly.”

“Do you still want to?” Asked Robin tentatively, hands ghosting the sides of your leg.

You shook your head, lip starting to wobble, “I never wanted to, I just thought- I thought I had to,- Oof!” You exclaimed, Robin’s soft body dropping on top of you and Steve, squishing you down against Nancy, who took the weight like a champ.

Her arms winded around Steve, you and Nancy, squeezing Steve so tight he thought she might break one of his ribs. “I think as long as us five stick together, we can get through anything”

“Well said Buckley,” Grinned Eddie, reaching over to ruffle her hair.

Eventually, you all moved from your room into Nancy and Steve’s which had the biggest bed.

Nancy was removing the decorative pillows from the bed to place them on the ottoman instead. Eddie was helping, but his idea of helping was throwing them at Robin who was trying to dodge them while drinking the tea Nancy had gotten her at the store. A potentially deadly combination that required Nancy’s intervention.

Steve was with you in the en suite, the two of you hadn’t spent much time apart since the earlier misunderstanding. Steve had joined you in the shower while Nancy and Eddie finished drying their hair.

You had shared a bowl of ice cream, even though Steve didn’t like ice cream all that much anymore while watching the Documentary Eddie borrowed from the library for Robin.

Steve had just finished washing your face for you, letting you sit on the counter. Now you were brushing his hair for him. You started carefully combing it back with a fine-tooth comb, but now we're just using your fingers, styling it wildly to make him laugh.

You were currently attempting a mohawk with little success. He had one hand wrapped around his toothbrush while the other was holding your wrist, fingers pressing into your pulse. It felt good to be the reason Steve laughed instead of the reason he had been crying.

“I’m sorry Steve,” You whispered again, against his forehead, pressing a light kiss between his eyebrows.

“Already forgiven lovely,” Steve promised, bending his head to kiss your pulse point. “ but, please tell me what I did wrong” He murmured, turning bashful.

“What?” Now it was your turn to look at Steve in shock. “You didn’t do anything wrong?”

“Please, you can tell me, otherwise how will I not do it again?” Steve spares you a glance with eyes so earnest it breaks your heart.

Steve had felt so guilty since he heard your confession, you had thought that you would make them unhappy, in his head it translated that he hadn’t made it clear just how much he adores you.

“You didn’t Stevie, I promise. I was too in my own head” You kiss him gently “I still am, to be honest,” You confess smoothing his hair down behind his ears, kissing him once again for good measure. “I promise I’ll tell you next time I start spiralling,”

He burrowed his face in your neck, inhaling the smell of strawberries and cream. It scared him to think he would never be this close to you ever again, that he could lose out on all this. “God I hope there isn’t a next time, I love you, you make me- you make us so much happier,”

“Thank you for caring about me, I know it can be hard,”

“Caring about you is easy, it’s like breathing I don’t even have to think about it, I just do it”

“Stevie,” You mumble, tucking yourself against his shoulder, “You’re such a loverboy,” You peck him again.

After another five minutes of cuddling, you go into the bedroom and find yourself in a love pile on the bed.

Robin is smushed, out cold on top of you and Nancy. Nancy flanks you one one side and Steve is on your other, breath puffing against your neck. Eddie is wrapped around him, his heavy leg draped across you and Steve.

If he was ever right, about you being poison, you’re certain you’ve found your antidote.

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indouloureux · 2 years

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Dom nancy being gentle to you

okay okay okay okay let me just im feeling very horny and gay rn so MAYBE she's not gentle but i tried okay 😭

18+ mdni — afab!reader, scissoring, slight degradation (like objectification, usage of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’), praising, spit kink, squirting, fingering, dacryphilia, mommy kink, face slapping

it's straight up smut beneath the cut so minors go away

nancy likes it when you cry.

not when you're sad. but when you're beneath her, naked and submissive, legs spread as her fingers plunge deep inside your greedy little cunt that she loves so much.

she's sucking at your clit, hard and hungry, drinking all your arousal that keeps coming out. nancy's getting wetter at every whine and moan you let out that coalesce with the wet squelching of your pussy as she fucks you with her fingers.

"fuck!" you gasp, throwing your head back, elbows weakening when nancy shoves her fingers in knuckle deep, her thick muscle lapping up at your clit. and you can see the white streaks of your cum from earlier. "mommy..."

"you close, baby?" she coos, her tongue leaving your clit only to lap up your puffy folds that she teasingly nips on. "come on, slut. you can cum. you didn't seem to have a problem doing that five times, hm?"

the tears that streak down wet your cheeks, but it's nothing compared to the pool beneath your ass. nancy laughs against your pussy, pushing your thighs up until your hands prop your knees wide as her fingers leave your cunt.

"i'm gonna cum," you warn her, squeezing your eyes shut as you grip on your knees for dear life. "please, mommy, let me cum. it hurts."

nancy's hands grip your ass tightly, kneading the flesh as her head bops with her tongue, relishing in the sweet taste of your juices and the remnants of your cum that she's yet to lap up.

"cum. cum you little whore. so drunk on mommy's mouth that you're crying like a little girl," nancy reaches up to shove her fingers inside your mouth, pressing on your tongue as you enclose your lips around the fingers, sucking on your wetness. "yeah, suck on that, baby. suck on it like you'd suck that plastic cock."

she mimics the way you used to blow her toy, thrusting her slender fingers until you gag around them. nancy goes back to sucking on your throbbing clit, all red and swollen from the abuse of her mere mouth. and when she's had enough, she decides to fully shove her tongue inside your gaping hole.

you mewl, unwrapping your lips around her fingers to roll your eyes back. your moans are loud, could possibly be heard by her neighbors. but neither of you care when nancy's fucking you with her tongue, curling it inside the way her fingers would. your hands come down to her hair, gagging still on her limbs.

nancy moans against your cunt when you tug on her permed strands, hair disheveled at every pull when she pulls out to kitten lick your hole before her tongue goes back in to fuck you.

unexpectedly does the coil snap harder than you expected. not only do you spill your thick white seed on nancy's tongue, but something like a transparent liquid squirts out with the rest. showering her face with the sweet nectar that makes her keen with the way you coat her pretty fucking face with your hard climax.

nancy's face is coated with rivulets of your arousal that hinders its spurting, glinting from the sun that slips past her curtains. she laughs, removing her fingers from your mouth and moves away from your cunt to kiss you hard on the mouth, your transparent cum dripping down to your face as she holds your face between her thumb and fingers.

"that was so hot," she murmurs. you gaze up to see her bangs stick to her forehead, her lips swollen from all the eating she'd done. "think you can handle more, baby? just for mommy? can you let her use you like her toy and rub her pussy with yours? do you want that?"

you nod against her fingers. nancy gives you a chaste kiss to your nose, before her hands are pulling on your ankles to lay you flat on your back. pushing on your knees to spread them open, your folds wide to expose your still leaking cunt that clenches on nothing.

she removes her panties, where you can see for a second glimpse the insane wet patch in the middle, maybe even a white streak that made you wonder if she had cum when you came for the first time, or when you squirted right at her face.

your legs spread apart, tears slowly drying, lips parted in anticipation as nancy steadies herself with her hands on your knees before she sinks her cunt onto yours.

you mewl immediately from the overstimulation, trying not to arch your back because she's only sat on you. nancy sighs in ecstasy, throwing her head back.

"fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good," she moans. "gonna rub now, okay? be a good girl for mommy and lay still. or else i'll stop and i'll finish myself off in front of you with your arms tied up, got it?"

the sensation of her bare cunt rubbing on yours was a drug you'd like to be addicted to for the rest of your life. the way her clit would rub on yours, folds grazing and slapping against each other as she grinds and bounces. and the sight of nancy squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples made you babble incoherently as the tears began forming once more.

you stay pliant with your legs spread as nancy uses you like her fucktoy — all wet, dirty and hot as she'd say. with her ass pressed up on your calf, you reach out to lace her hands with yours. and it makes her coo.

"aw, baby," she pants, moving faster. you whimper when she rubs your pussy raw, licking your lips in anticipation when she taps on your mouth. "open for me."

and you do. mouth open like your gaping cunt, nancy pushes her thumb in until she presses on your tongue to open wider. she leans down while still grinding onto you, tongue playfully licking at your teeth before her lips purse and she's spitting right on your tongue.

but your ungrateful ass disobeys her and you swallow without her permission. nancy's eyebrows furrow, her grinding slowing down just the slightest as she tuts. "did i tell you to swallow, whore?"

you shake your head, whimpering when she slaps you in the face. the tingling sensation shoots down to twist on your coil. nancy bounces on your cunt, one that makes your ass dig deep on her dampened bed.

"you know, i was thinking of punishing you. but mommy's a little hungry right now, yeah? so i'm gonna finish this. then i'm gonna fuck myself in front of you, is that clear?" she smirks. "gonna fuck you first like the slut you are."

"yeah, mommy," you throw your head back. "fuck me like a slut. use me like your toy. i'll be a good girl mommy."

"funny how you say that when you swallowed without my permission," she tuts, grinding harder to the point where you think your pussy might have been chafed.

and before you know it nancy's cumming on your cunt and you're squirting in her face again. she breaks away and shoves her face between your legs, drinking and lapping up at both your orgasms until nothing else is left to devour.

(and then your hands are tied and nancy's fucking herself with that pretty pink and big dildo with your hands tied, your pussy left open and spread painfully as you watch her scrunch her face in bliss every time the plastic toy hits her spot)

*burns in hell*

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mayahawkeslay · 2 years

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They fit the Vans x Converse theory <3

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eds6ngel · 8 months

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imagine baking pumpkin cookies with nancy wheeler. karen let you two take up the entire kitchen, ordering take out for the rest of them. mike had cottoned onto the fact that the two of you were definitely more than friends, but kept his mouth shut because nancy's father was not the most supportive of sapphic relationships.

nancy was very talented at baking, she would even call it one of her specialties, but you on the other hand were far from it, and decided to use your lack of baking knowledge to your advantage.

nancy would have her little cookbook laid out, carefully following the instructions, whilst you crept up behind her and threw flour in her face, the white powder coating her curly hair and long lashes.

the pumpkin cookies did eventually get made, the whole family enjoying them, but that was between many flour fights, stolen kisses and hug sessions throughout ♡

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queenimmadolla · 11 months

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nancy wheeler, graduation, comfort

𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽, 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 (𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝘀) 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮 (𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲)

The sound of the back door closing didn’t alarm you.

You knew who it was. Weren’t surprised when Nancy plopped down onto the patchy ground of the Byers’ backyard.

“You wanna talk about it?” She asked, leaning over to nudge her shoulder against yours.

You smiled but Nancy could see it didn’t reach your eyes as you rubbed your shoulder and she took note of the graduation gown still over them.

Everyone else had shed theirs inside, with the exception of Eddie, who had thrown his out the window of Wayne’s truck while whooping before his girlfriend yanked him back into the moving vehicle.

And you.

She’d wanted to run right off the stage to you the moment the diploma had been slipped into her hand, it killed her to not be able to. When this whole thing started, when you and Nancy happened, you’d both agreed to keep from being affectionate in public for both of your safety.

So, she was hoping to get some of that the moment the two of you were safe with friends and family but you’d been withdrawn since she first spotted you. Sure, you looked relatively happy to be done with high school, but not nearly as in the moment as everyone else.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged as your hand fell into your lap.

“Nothing?” Nancy reached over and took hold of your hand, the back of hers resting in your lap as she linked your fingers, thumb caressing over your skin, “It’s graduation! We’re done here, you should be jumping around with me, or whatever else it is they do in a John Hughes movie.”

You couldn’t stop the smile, eyes closing because you knew she’d been trying to get one out of you, “He is not peak cinema, Nance.”

She laughed as she lifted your legs over hers, tugging you closer, “No, but it got you to say more than two words.”

Nancy lifted your hand to her lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it before cradling it to the side of her face, “What’s on your mind?”

“You said we’re done here…are we?”

“What?” Nancy straightened, mouth pulling down into a frown before she finally understood what was bothering you, “No! No!”

“Aren’t we, though? We’re not even going to the same college! It’s a miracle we even got together in the first place,” you stated, referring to how you never thought you’d have a chance with her, not when she was with Steve Harrington. And then she wasn’t, because she was with your best friend, Jonathan Byers. And then she wasn’t because Jonathan Byers fell in love with you. Nothing came of it, your heart belonged to Nancy, who was thoroughly jealous of you. See? The chances shouldn’t have existed.

Except, those jealous looks she gave you soon became appreciative and endearing. Then filled with longing. Finally, Nancy Wheeler could see what Jonathan could see, in fact, she could see more, what she never saw in either of her ex-boyfriends.

She took a more direct approach.

When you heard tires squealing in your driveway, you hadn’t expected to see Nancy storming out of it and up the pathway to your house. You certainly hadn’t expected her to beat down your door, and you definitely hadn’t expected her to kiss you in your doorway with enough force to have you falling backwards, taking her with you, when you’d answered.

Now, there was a chance you’d lose the girl who’d literally swept you off your feet.

“How are we supposed to stay together when we’re gonna be busy at two different schools? What if the distance makes us grow apart? What if─”

Nancy successfully ended your rant when she placed her free palm over your mouth, amusement flickering around in those electric blue eyes of hers.

“Babe. Brown is like an hour away from Wellesley. Even if it wasn’t, there’s no way I’d let you get away from me that easily. If you decide to transfer to a college halfway around the world, I’ll make a phone schedule and plan our flights for school breaks. We’re done here, with Hawkins, but this is only the beginning for you and me.”

She could see the light returning to your eyes, feel your smile spreading against the soft skin of her palm and Nancy was quick to pull it away, replacing it with her mouth.

You hadn’t been expecting her to throw herself at you like that, the two of you fell back fully onto the lawn, laughing against each other’s mouth.

“Is this gonna be a trademark of yours?” You mumbled, distracted with the taste of her lipstick on your tongue.

“Just kiss me, smart mouth.”

You were happy to do just that, and for a few blissful moments, Nancy got to feel your tongue along hers.

Then, “I can’t believe our friend group survived that kind of drama.”

“I can’t believe I’m trying to make out with you, and you’re thinking about how you stole my ex-boyfriend.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you giggled as you pulled her head back down to meet your mouth.

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spiderfunkz · 11 months

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✧.* coffee

— summary : in which you meet a pretty customer while working as a barista in your local coffee shop.

— pairings : nancy wheeler x gn!reader

— word count : 0,6k

— warnings : tooth rotting fluff, coffee shop au, modern au(?), sorta set around s3 but canons off the table again, the typical love at first sight stuff, foul language, robin is readers coworker, messy plot & writing.

a/n : this is so cute so thank u for the idea jas ^^ hope u like this little blurb <3 also i don't know shit about coffee oops.

summer of 85' was suppose to be like some kind of rom-com you've imagined.

but here you are at 8 am, working at the local coffee shop to get some extra change, and the sounds of the old coffee machine breaking up was already annoying you.

your coworker aka the only other person here, robin who you've been getting really close with now, was ranting about the pretty person she met a few days ago.

"i'm telling you, y/n, they're really pretty, their hair is like molly ringwald, and they have amazing taste in movies." she continues. "i can look like molly ringwald." you joked, "but you've only met them once robin, they could be an axe murderer or something." you shrug.

"yeah but we had like a chat and stuff, they seem nice." your coworker stated, "that. only happens in movies, beware." you joke, getting interrupted by the welcome bell.

you roll your eyes at robin mocking you before approching the girl infront of you. "hi! welcome to bear brews, what can i get for you?"

"hi, can i get uh-" she paused, looking at the menu screen above you. "actually, what do you recommend here?"

the stranger looked incredibly gorgeous, you were love struck to say the least. her makeup was flawless and her hair was neatly clipped into a small ponytail.

you realize you were probably staring, "oh sorry, uh well are you looking for americanos or lattes or?" you asked. "oh uh, anything with caffeine little or big, up to you." she replied.

"okay, uh does a caramel macchiato with oat milk sound good? it's one of my favorites. i can upper the caffeine level to your liking if you want." you smiled. "yeah, that sounds good!" she smiled back. "the names nance by the way- nancy." she continued.

"pretty," you blurt out — "the name, your name is pretty, sorry uh." your face turns pink as you fumble your words. "sorry, i'll ring you up. your totals $3.75" you smile, "it's alright, thank you so much." she smiles, handing you the money.

you give her, her change before walking towards robin again as nancy sits in one of the seats.

the shop was empty, it was early and most people already made their coffee from home. it's quiet, most of the noise coming from the probably broken coffee machine, robin ranting, or the faint background music you probably forgot to turn on.

"that only happens in movies." robin laughs, "i just saw you go head over heels over a person you just met by the way!" she continues.

"i wasn't-" you paused, "i didn't know a literal princess would be entering a hawkins coffee shop!" you say, a bit too loud maybe.

"go talk to her." robin points.

you thought about it as you made her the drink, ringing it up as soon as your done.

you build up the courage to talk to her when she got up to get the drink, and the talk slowly became a conversation.

you've gotten to know the girl, turns out she works at the hawkins post a few walks away from where you work. her job doesn't start for another hour, and she's already got everything prepared for her 'coworkers' she explained as well, while drinking the coffee you suggested.

time passes and she has to go back.

"it's really nice talking to you, nancy." you smile. "yeah, it was nice talking to you too, i will 100% come back here." she smiled waving before sending you a wink.

you smile before turning to robin who has been behind the counter the whole time. "only in the movies?" she asked as you chuckle, "i change my mind."

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taintedcigs · 1 year

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dating s1 nancy wheeler vibes

worried nancy who patches up your wounds, wanting to make sure you are okay, she giggly compares her scars to yours, mumbling about how you two are matching now.

you take a bath together as she draws cute lil hearts on your back, comforting you. 'i love you, s'much.' she mumbles, voice almost cracking. 'don't know what i would do without you' her eyes are glossy, she leans her head against your back, planting sloppy kisses on your shoulder. everything that happened in the town, finding out about what happened to barb is too much for her to handle, but she knows she will be okay, because she has you. <3

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darlingsfandom · 6 months

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Nancy flirting with quiet reader making her so so flustered it triggers the mommy dom in Nancy

I've never wrote for Nancy so ... here goes nothing.

"What are you doing pretty girl ?" Nancy asked as she sat down next to you. You looked up from your book and smiled.

"Studying!" You pouted your bottom lip at her and Nancy used her index finger to poke your lip. You giggled before she leaned in and rubbed her nose against you.

"You should take a break honey!" Nancy closed your book and shoved it across the library table. Your hands reached for the book but Nancy blocked it. "No no baby girl, you need to relax... here! Let me help you." She took your hand and pulled you onto your feet. Nancy looked around before she pushed you against the book shelf. Her hand snaked up under the skirt and rubbed your clit through your panties. You chewed your bottom lip as her fingers worked you over.

"Don't hood back honey, mommy wants to hear you." Nancy kissed your neck heavily as her fingers pushed harder against your clothed clit until she pulled the fabric to the side and slipped her fingers inside you which made you gasp.

"Mommy!" You whined as her fingers scissored you open before she dropped on her knees. Nancy lifted up your skirt and made you hold it up as she buried her face between your legs.

"Mmm good girl" she mumbled into your pussy. Your fingers pulled on her hair until she slapped your hand away. "Mommy didn't say you could touch her baby." She spit against your pussy before rubbing it in harshly and diving back in. Nancy sucked on your pussy hungrily which made you whine. Her tongue lapped over your folds as the tip of her nose rubbed against your clit. "Oooh does my baby like when mommy does that hmm?" She gave your sore clit a little spanking.

"Oooh mommy! Please please! More!" You cried out as Nancy spanked your clit harder and harder. She looked up at you as she slid her fingers back into you while her tongue wrapped around your clit. "Mommy!! Fuck! Feels good!"

"Yeah I know it does baby! My dirty fucking girl!" She mumbled against your pussy. You looked down into her eyes as she sucked your clit faster and worked you over with her fingers. Your thighs started to shake and you felt her smirk against you. "Oooh does my baby need to cum hmm? Pathetic little girl ! I've barely touched you and you're going to cum?" You nodded quickly as your gripped your skirt.

"Give it to me baby! Fucking cum for mommy!" She said in a harsh tone as she looked into your eyes while fingering you fast as she could. Your thighs squeezed together as a moan rippled out of your mouth with the cry of "mommy!"

"Good girl! Good fucking girl!" Nancy praised you as you squeezed her fingers with your cunt and your orgasm soaked her wrists. She slowed down her movements as you came down from your high. Nancy got up and shoved her fingers down your throat so you could taste your self. "That's my good baby, I'm proud of you." Nancy smiled at you before placing a soft kiss to your temple .

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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Fish Flops or Music Box?

Nancy Wheeler x GN!Reader

Word Count: 551

Warnings: Language, mention of tits? I guess? But not real ones. Uh- It’ll make sense once you read it don’t worry-

Summary: You and Nancy can’t agree on what to get Robin for her birthday.

Taglist: @gg-is-a-loser @yesshewrites1

“She would not want ‘fish flops’,” Nancy deadpanned, staring at you in disbelief. “Are you actually insane???”

You huffed, letting the horrendous shoes fall slack in your hands. “C’mon, Nancy, these are hilarious! She’d love them.”

“No.” Nancy snatched them out of your hands and shoved them back on the rack. “We’re getting her a music box. She really likes mine, she’d love to have one of her own.”

“Ulgh, that’s boring,” you whined, picking the fish flops back up. “I wanna get her a joke gift, she’d really love that, I swear.”

“That’s so rude!” Nancy protested. “Why would you want someone to give you something stupid like that?? She’d never wear them!!”

You scoffed. “C’mon, she’d so wear these.”

Your bickering continued for at least another ten minutes, and it took one of the workers to get the two of you to quiet down.

“Hey, uh, what if you just got her both?” the worker, an awkward guy in his late teens, suggested. “There are two of you, right? How ‘bout each of you just get her a gift?”

“Fine,” Nancy said, but her tone was petty. “I’ll get her the music box, and you can get her those horrendous ‘fish flops’. We’ll see which one she likes best.”

“Fine,” you agreed, turning up your nose.

The worker sighed and walked off to deal with some other difficult customers.

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“Open mine first!”

“No, mine!”

“I’m going to open Steve’s first,” Robin said with an exasperated laugh, reaching for Steve’s messily wrapped present. “Oh my gosh.” She looked up at Steve with a blank glare, holding up the contents.

“They’re boobies!” Steve said excitedly.

“Yes, I can see that.” Steve had gotten her two stress balls, shaped rather uncannily like a certain part of the female anatomy. Robin sighed, shaking her head, and set them aside.

“See? She doesn’t like joke gifts,” Nancy whispered in your ear.

“That’s different!” you hissed back. “She doesn’t like them because they’re tits, not because it’s funny!”

Nancy grumbled something incomprehensible.

“All right, Nancy’s next!” Robin said loudly, and the two of you sat up straighter. “Oh, hell yes.” She pulled the music box out and Nancy smirked at you. “I’ve been wanting one of these! Thank you so much, Nance.”

“Of course,” Nancy simpered. “I know what my friends like.”

You huffed. “Open mine next, Robin!”

Robin made an “Okay, okay!” gesture and tore yours open. She let out a loud guffaw. “Oh, these are fucking hilarious.”

You grinned, and Nancy scowled. “Aren’t they?!”

“I’m gonna put ‘em on right now.” She shoved the atrocious fish flip flops on and wiggled her feet.

“Okay, but which of our presents do you like best?” Nancy pressed.

“Mine, obviously,” said Steve.

“No,” you all snapped.

Steve scowled.

“Um, I like both of your presents,” said Robin.

“Yeah, but which one do you like more?” you asked.

Robin shrugged. “I dunno. I guess I like ‘em both the same.”

“Well that’s not helpful at all!” Nancy threw up her hands in irritation.

“Wh—Did you have a bet or something??”

“Well, not a bet, exactly,” you said.

Robin rubbed your face. “Well, I like them both. Equally. Deal with it.”

You and Nancy both scowled.

“All right, Eddie, where’s yours?”

She ended up liking his best.

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im-robins-bitch · 1 year

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An Ode To Roadtrips (Fruity Four x Gn! Reader)

Or, you had always wanted to go on a roadtrip, when you go with your four loves it turns out it isn’t exactly like in the movies. 1.9k

Inspired by @love-toxin (their stuff is great go read!)

Eddie’s elbow was jamming into you and continued to do so with increasing velocity as Eddie complained that none of his music was on the mix tape. Steve insisted it was on shuffle and one would come on soon. The discussion began anew every time a new song played and you were growing sick of it, but Eddie, who had ‘suffered through an entire ABBA tape’ was not going to let up anytime soon.

A cooler crammed on your lap was only adding to your discomfort. Your ass was aching on either side no matter how often you readjusted. Eddie had promised to swap it to his lap during the initial packing phase. Then his long legs hadn’t fit under Steve’s seat. So his legs were jammed up against the seatseat and there was no room for the cooler on top of them. His uncomfortable position was only encouraging his sour mood.

Robin was the third in your backseat trio and she was suffering from car sickness. She had promised she still had some travel sickness pills when Nancy had asked. Told everyone she had some in her backpack when Steve questioned her before setting off.

Only she had packed an empty packet.

Your hand was entwined with hers, squeezing it every so often in solidarity.

Steve ignored Eddie’s whining and turned Whitney Houston up louder. Eddie sank back into his seat once again and dropped his head against yours, smacking a kiss to it.

Nancy and Steve were the only ones who were in relative comfort. Both sat in the front seats, Steve driving and Nancy giving him directions, the map dutifully laid on her lap.

Every so often Nancy would watch Robin in the rearview mirror. She had a soft spot for the two of you. You knew it was killing her that she couldn’t take Robin's sickness away, it was killing you too.

This whole road trip had seemed like a fun idea when it had been brought up. Going far away from Hawkins for a little while, deep into the woods where no one could disturb you. Allowing the five of you to fully relax for once. Not having to worry about prying eyes, about if you were acting too close for a group of friendly roommates.

You only realised a little too late the reality of how annoying road trips could really be. Crammed into a car with too much stuff. The lack of space causing any possible tension to be multiplied. God forbid someone needed the bathroom shortly after you had already passed a service station. Of the five of you, only Nancy and Eddie had truly been on long road trip drives before. Nancy with her family and Eddie with his bandmates, going to shows in his van. It wasn’t living up to the romanticised fantasy you, Steve and Robin had envisioned when planning.

“Not much longer now,” Nancy assured. The three of you in the back were glad to hear it. Eddie seemed to perk up at the news.

He pressed a smattering of kisses to the side of your face. You moved your face to kiss him back, your free hand cupping his cheek to hold him in place. He shivered at the coldness of your touch, caused by the cooler. You nipped lightly at his bottom lip making him whine. “Hey,” Mumbled Robin, not wanting to be left out. She looked so pitiful, looking up at you from her slouched position with a pout on her lips. She slumped against you, shoving the cooler against Eddies legs to get closer.

“Ow!” Yelled Eddie dramatically, rubbing his hand up and down his leg. He slid an arm around your shoulders to pull both you, the cooler and Robin closer to him. His hand carded through Robin's hair the way that he enjoyed with his.

Robin hummed in appreciation.

You melted in the embrace of your two loves. Robin snuggled in as close as she could get to your chest, Eddie sandwiched between you and the cooler. It hadn’t always been this easy.

Initially, Robin struggled with feeling a little like an outsider in your group. She was the only one who wasn’t sexually or romantically attracted to everyone in the group. It had been a little awkward at first, she wasn’t entirely sure how to slot herself in, but you all talked about boundaries and it was clear that between the two guys and her everything was purely platonic.

Steve was her platonic soulmate, the solid rock by her side who always knew how to calm her down when she was getting into her head. Eddie on the other hand, brought out her wilder side.

You, Robin and Eddie, had become thick as thieves, always causing trouble much to Steve and Nancy’s chagrin. The two of them were the caretakers of the group, they loved you all so much and took care of you in their own ways. You all may not have had a traditional relationship, but it worked so much better than any relationships you had been in before.

“Steve! Stop the car!” Robin blurted out.

“Are you gonna be sick?” He exclaimed, “Please not on the seats,” He quickly pulled over. Your hand moved to soothingly rub at her back and Nancy spun to her, concern crowding her features.

Robin scrambled out of the car. You followed out after her, ready to hold her hair back.

Prepared to be met by a retching Robin you were shocked to see her bouncing on her toes, with a toothy grin. She was pointing at something and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at what you saw.

There, in the middle of a rundown farm was the self-proclaimed ‘world's largest trumpet’. "Robin, what the fuck?” Steve exclaimed, adrenaline running through him at his sudden stop.

“Please Steve we have to see it!” She begged, clasping her hands together. Suddenly it clicked in your mind as to why Robin had insisted on going to this particular campsite even though it was an extra hour away.

“Fine” He huffed, trying to hold back a smile. “15 minutes,” He warned, using his best dad voice, holding up his finger.

His hands rubbed soothing circles into the bottom of your spine, his mouth pressing kisses to your cheeks.

She squealed, her excitement met by Eddie who was racing her to get there first. Steve shook his head, watching the two idiots try to trip each other in the grass. “I swear...” He muttered, wrapping both his arms around your waist. “How is she running when she could barely move without threatening to hurl a second ago?" He questioned.

The two of you waited for Nancy who was rooting in the boot of the car for something.

“Sore?” He questioned, feeling the way you keened into his touch and closed your eyes in relief.

You nodded your head before burying your face in his neck. “My ass hurts” You mumbled, rubbing your nose against him.

Steve snorted, moving his hands further down. Blocked by the car it seemed like you were hugging, rather than receiving an ass massage. You lifted your head, your chin moving to rest against his chest. You cupped his cheek, smiling as he leaned into your touch. “Are you sore?”

Steve shook his head and tugged you back into him again. You knew he was lying, there was no way his shoulders and back couldn’t be a little stiff. Your arms snaked up from around his waist to his shoulders. Your hands dug in trying to find a good rhythm and you were rewarded with Steve sighing contentedly when you did.

“Got it!” said Nancy smiling in victory as she pulled out her camera. You pulled away from Steve with one last kiss and both of you linked hands with Nancy, one of you on either side.

You slowly walked over to the other two, warming your legs back up. They were racing around the trumpet and waving their hands, yelling for the three of you to hurry up. When you finally reached them, they were out of breath from their excitement.

Nancy insisted on taking photos in front of the trumpet, getting you all squished in together so she could take it and be in the photo too.

“It’s over 104 feet long!” Robin explained once the photo shoot was over, “Isn’t that cool? And-” Her next fact was interrupted as a toot came from the trumpet in question. You all turned and saw a bashful-looking Eddie standing at the mouthpiece. “...it even works,” Robin finished, scowling at Eddie.

“That’s disgusting!” Yelled Steve “Think about how many people's mouths have touched that.” Eddie only laughed, not taking Steve’s disgust seriously.

“Yum,”

Robin stuck her tongue out in disgust and Nancy had a similar response. You giggled, even more so when Eddie stuck his tongue back out at Robin.

“I’m not kissing you after that,” Steve said and Eddie's childish glee diminished at once.

“What! C’mon,” Eddie pouted.

The pout on Eddie's face finally made Steve smile, “That’s what happens when you misbehave.”

“Yeah Eddie, that's what happens when you misbehave.” You parroted, crossing your arms to mirror Steve's stance.

“Oh yeah?’ He taunted. He launched himself at both you and steve, and the two of you dived out of the way just in time to avoid being knocked to the floor.

You then spent the next fifteen minutes running from Eddie as he chased everyone around and gave wet kisses to anyone he could catch. Your shrieks and giggles filled the air as you all ran around the field to avoid his sloppy kiss, until at last, you all returned, exhausted, to the car.

Steve’s original 15-minute rule had gone forgotten, though he didn’t seem to mind. Hesat on the hood of his car with Eddie standing between his legs, pecking his lips over and over again.

Nancy was rearranging the items in the back, trying to find a way to fit the cooler in the trunk and at least make it so you didn’t have something so heavy and cold digging into you for the rest of the ride.

You ended up sitting on a sleeping bag rolled out over the back seat with a couple of blankets tossed over top. Robin was fast asleep, a balled-up jumper cushioning her head against the window.

Eddie was drooling on your shoulder, mumbling in his sleep. You weren’t far behind either, eyes blinking back open every time you caught yourself dozing off until at last you went slack.

Nancy grinned in contentment, telling steve each direction softly as not to wake you all up.

They came to a stoplight and Steve used the moment it gave him to look back at his favourite people knocked out in the back. Nancy's hand covered his on the gear stick and he lifted it to his mouth for a sweet kiss.

The mixtape switched over to the next song and Sweet Child O’Mine played quietly throughout the car. Eddie sang along in his sleep.

It was rare he felt content nowadays. He was always looking for danger after the horrors he had been through. Now he let himself relax.

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