#nancy wheeler one shot
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Slumber Party Kissin'
Modern! Nancy x Fem! Reader Smut
Midwest Princess Series
AN: Heyo! So each one of these will be a one-shot based off of a Chappell Roan song and added to a Masterlist later! Please forgive me as this is my first ever time writing with Nancy!
CW: MDNI!!! mature, internalized questioning, unrequited? crush, first queer experiences, mentions of past relationships (Steve and Jonathan), use of nickname Angel, fem! reader (v) x Nancy, 69ing, oral (v), fingering, making out, boob play, etc
Even miles away in Manhattan, Nancy Wheeler had a hold on you.
You two grew up together, photos of the two of you, arms around each other, missing teeth. You whispered secrets to one another, sharing dolls. Nancy was your world. Until you complicated it.
You two shared everything. Right down to first kisses. You thought it was normal to giggle with a friend and kiss, ignoring the weird feeling of her braces behind soft lips. To play with and style her vanilla and coconut hair, the curls soft in your fingers. You whispered to one another how much you disliked boys, Nancy crying over how they stuck gum in her hair.
Hell, you even played Boyfriend and Girlfriend.
You only began to notice Nancy’s apprehension when you both befriended Barb.
Barb wasn’t grossed out by your bond anything, just seemed to joke about how people may perceive you as more.
Nancy stopped holding your hand. She stopped giving you soft kisses on the cheek.
You two stayed friends but drifted apart slowly, busy with your own lives.
Flash forward a few years and Nancy was in college and freshly broken up with her boyfriend and you were in the big city, free spirited. You were learning things, like how you loved the hustle and bustle but missed Hawkins small town charm. She had called your cell phone, voice warm and sweet as ever. Your heart clenched.
“Hey…I know we haven’t hung out in a while, but I’m in New York for an interview with the New York Post…”
“Nance, that’s awesome!,” You exclaimed, heart and mind begging her to come see you, your stomach twisting.
“Um, yeah…So I-”
“Did you need a place to crash, because- Sorry! My connection is so shitty, I-,” You started, heart racing.
“No, yeah! I would appreciate that! Yeah…you’re the best,” Nancy stated, a smile clear in her voice.
“Of course! Like old times, huh? We can make it like a sleepover!,” You grinned, heart threatening to escape its cage.
“Oh yeah! I’d love that! Thanks, angel,” Nancy said softly, before saying her goodbyes as your heart threatened to stop. You hadn’t heard that nickname in a while.
If you knew one thing, it was this: You had…feelings…for Nancy.
You loved her coconut and vanilla shampoo, the way she rolled her eyes when you said something ridiculous, her studious nature, and her blinding smile. She was smart, strong, and maybe a little too stubborn.
You’d suspected it, of course. For years. But you’d never been with a girl. Only a handful of boys had piqued your interest, and most of them… were less than stellar.
Nancy was a constant in your mind, more reassured than cicadas in the summertime.
You immediately sat up in your tiny studio apartment (all you could afford), and rushed out the door.
This had to be the best reunion ever.
When you finished, your apartment was decked out in pink string lights, snacks littering your kitchen counter, along with DVDs stacked up on your coffee table, and all the activities you knew Nancy would love. Face masks, friendship bracelet making, and your switch to play MarioKart (She always beat you).
You stared at the whole set up, proud of the progress, when a knock startled you. You answered the door, eyes wide at Nancy on the other side. She was still petite as ever, but her heels made her a little taller. Her familiar curls were shorter now, her makeup simple but…flawless. She smiled softly at you, blue eyes making your heart stop.
“Hey, Angel,” She said, reaching out for a hug.
You met her hug, melting into her arms and your face buried in her hair. There was that familiar scent, making your heart skip a beat. You pulled away after a bit, trying to will yourself to calm your heart, your face warm.
“Hey, Nance. Come on in, get comfy,” You ushered her in as she looked around, smiling.
“Wow, this is so cute! You didn’t have to go through all this for me,” She said, eyebrows pinched in a way that made you want to hold her hand. You refrained.
“Nonsense! It was fun, honestly,” You shrugged, smiling. You tried to will your eyes away from her lips, her lip gloss capturing the peachy color perfectly.
Shit.
You smiled and clapped your hands, turning around, desperately trying to ignore the stampede of elephants currently running laps in your stomach.
“Well…what movie do you wanna start off with? Mean Girls?”
Nancy and you were huddled under a blanket, currently suffering a sugar high and giggling over Regina getting hit by a bus. A bowl of popcorn rested between the two of you as you chatted, you seemingly playing off the desire to kiss the brunette next to you.
Nancy dug into the bowl, smiling.
“Ya know…Regina George is one of my women crushes,” She joked, eyes twinkling with humor.
You gasped, laughing, “Me too! Me too!,” You couldn’t stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.
“But honestly I’m kind of surprised…All American Sweetheart Nancy Wheeler, Investigative Journalist, Future Nobel Prize Winner…crush on Regina? I thought you’d say like, Cady or Janice…Maybe Karen. I can see you liking a bimbo,” You teased, dodging the popcorn Nancy threw at you in horror, pretty lips in an O.
“Hey! Look, I don’t support the way Regina acts…She’s just really gorgeous. And fashionable. Now for Karen…I prefer Amanda Seyfried in Mamma Mia. She’s super hot there…and sweet,” Nancy smiles, cheeks pink.
Your heart skips a beat, laughing softly. Nancy wasn’t a prude or anything, just a studious and goal driven person, her wit sometimes scaring you. Hearing her gush over girls when you experienced her own apprehension towards you two toeing the line both confused and made you perk up.
Would she maybe give you a chance?
But you were too scared to push it.
You and Nancy eventually wore yourselves out, passing out on the couch.
You woke up after her, the scent of cinnamon and coffee permeating your kitchen. Nancy, always being an early bird, had woken up early and made breakfast. You rubbed at your eyes sleepily, stretching and yawning, trying to shake off the cobwebs.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Nancy piped up, hands holding a mug as she smiled into the mug, eyes sparkling with that same sharpness you adored from her. She was dressed up and makeup simple yet elegant, as per usual. You’d almost forgotten she’d had an interview this morning.
You perked up a bit at her voice, her voice making the stampede of elephants take another lap in your stomach. You seriously needed to get this crush under control.
“Morning,” You piped up, standing up from your couch, stretching.
“So I thought maybe we could explore the city? I’d like to know the place if I get to stay here,” She says sheepishly, her cheeks pink. You felt your heart pick up speed as your cheeks burst into flames.
Nancy. In the city. Around you.
“Sure! Did the interview this morning go well?,” You questioned in the most casual tone you could muster, coming over and grabbing the mug of coffee she so fondly made for you, her remembrance of how you liked it making your chest feel tight.
“Yeah! I think I really impressed them with my past papers and the one I wrote for the Hawkins Post about the Mayor’s embezzling,” She grinned, her expression glowing.
“That’s awesome, Nance,” You smiled, walking around the counter to pull her into a side hug, your hands brushing her waist. You pulled away quickly, covering it with a cough.
“Um, we should celebrate,” You offer, trying to ignore the imagery in your head of Nancy by you, your hands around her waist, your lips on her…
Get a hold of yourself, dumbass.
You ignore the growing need in your belly.
“Yeah! Let’s!,” Nancy smiles, lighting up the entire kitchen.
You smile and let her know you’re going to take a quick shower and change, heading for your drawers and grabbing clothes before heading off to the bathroom, trying to not think of how she had smelled like your soap, clearly using your shower this morning before heading out.
Her lean and petite frame naked and…
You were gonna need cold water.
You and Nancy spent the whole day walking around and exploring, huddled together in jackets, the crisp New York air cutting through the fabric. You showed her Times Square, the Mysterious Bookshop (which of course she poured over, being the mystery lover that she was), Central Park and the Swedish Cottage Marionette Theater (you’d bought tickets in advance like a lovesick loser), and more. You’d ended the night by taking Nancy to a bar, buying her drinks in celebration.
Which is how you had ended up stumbling into your apartment, giggling, the two of you leaned against one another.
You were drunk, falling over yourselves as you sat on the couch and Nancy giggled, cheeks red and hair a mess.
“I can’t beli-lieve I punched that guy,” She slurred, grinning.
You grinned back just as dopey, giggling. “Yo-you were like my knight in shining armorrr,” You drawled out, hiccuping. You leaned against Nancy as she swayed on the couch a bit before standing up, leaving you to flop over.
“Where goooo?,” You sing-songed, the buzz in your veins making you flop around like a fish.
“W-ater…need..to give you,” Nancy mumbled, giggling as she overfilled a glass and it spilled into the sink. “Oops.”
She stumbled over to you, giving you the water, your mind still fuzzy as she stood and tilted your head up and poured the water in your mouth, the desire growing between your legs. You swallowed, cheeks burning.
“Y-you look out for me too much,” You slurred, voice soft.
Nancy flopped next to you, shrugging it off, drinking some of the water. You watched her throat bob up and down as she drank, the wetness beneath your legs pooling as you noticed her jawline and neck, wanting to mark the pale skin with purple and red bruises.
She set the cup down, turning to face you and eyes so intense you sobered up a little.
“Rem-ember when we useded to play boyfriend and girlfriend?,” She asked, voice still slurring slightly but softer.
You nodded, your throat feeling dry. Hell yeah you remembered it. Lips brushing Nancy’s neck, her own lips. Coming much closer to kissing than friends should. Sure, you were young, but you knew the implications. Later on in your early teen years, you two practiced kissing on one another, claiming you didn’t want to be bad at it. It was a giggly and silly sort of kiss, but led to more ‘practice’, you claiming to be nervous. You sort of lied, but Nancy never knew.
“I miss that,” She whispered, eyes staring at the couch as she played with the stray thread that seemed to escape the cushions. You gulped, heart threatening to stop. Your hands shook. You were sobering up quickly, still fuzzy but desire building.
“Y-yeah…Si-simpler times,” You managed to get out, your words stuck in your throat like honey. You turned to sit criss-cross, facing Nancy, your eyes taking in her long lashes and how she bit her lip. Fuck. You wanted to bite it for her.
She leaned forward, voice barely above a whisper as she looked down at your lap, hands fidgeting. “I n-never told you…but I think you were a better kisser than Steve or Jonathan.”
You laughed a bit, heat extending from your cheeks to your neck. “No way…I would always smile and giggle.”
Nancy giggled a bit, smiling and scooting closer, eyes still wandering before looking at you, clearly sheepish and still buzzed. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve improved. You’ve grown a lot.”
You felt your heart stop and your mouth run dry. You swallowed and smiled, trying to tame your flaming skin. “Y-yeah…Definitely more experienced..But nothing’s been crazy,” You joked, waving a hand off, trying to be careful to not cross the line.
Nancy nodded, letting a beat of silence cross before she piped up again. “H-have you ever…done anything…with…a girl?,” She questioned, brow furrowed, cheeks red. She seemed to fidget a bit, making your eyes glance at her chest, which was raising and falling rapidly, splotchy pink. You looked up.
“N-no. Bu-but I mean there’s a first time for everything, right?,” You joked, your stomach twisting and turning at Nancy’s sudden interest in your sex life.
“What about you?,” You asked softly. Nancy shook her head, chewing on her lips again before thoughtfully looking at you, face crossed with an expression you couldn’t read, brows furrowed and eyes guarded. “Wo-would you w-want to?” She bit her lip again, hand touching your calf.
You swallowed, eyes on her touching you. You whispered, your heart racing and the heavy beat loud in your ears. “I mean…maybe..”
She leaned forward a bit and seemed to sigh softly, her voice slightly shaking. “C-can we try…pretending…again? Ju-just…for old time’s sake.”
You felt your brain short circuit as your heart seemed to disappear into the floor, your eyes wide.
“Ye-yeah…I mean we’re tipsy and-”
Nancy cut you off with a bruising kiss, her plush lips capturing yours as you felt your breath get taken away, eyes fluttering closed as she grabbed your jaw with one hand. You kept kissing, breaking apart for air before she crashed back into you, your back hitting the couch as she loomed over you, elbows against the couch, a giggle escaping your lips as Nancy smiled against your mouth.
“Shh, I’m trying to impress you with my kissing skills,” She mumbled against your lips, a smile still on her face.
You were about to retort before she began kissing you more passionately. She licked your bottom lip, making you gasp and allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth, you softly moaning beneath her.
Your hands drifted up to around her waist, never getting enough of her soft skin. You pulled her in closer, the two of you pressed together. Your hands slipped beneath her top, rubbing at her sides and slowly inching her shirt up inch by inch. She finally sat up, straddling you and throwing off her top, her pale pink and lacy bra making you salivate. You reached up slowly as she bit her lip, nodding. Your hands brushed the fabric, your mind swimming with only thoughts of how intimate this was. You squeezed one breast, Nancy moaning softly before reaching around and undoing her bra, letting it fall loose, blush spreading from her cheeks to her chest. She shrugged off the bra, letting it fall to the ground before grabbing your hands, placing them on her bare breast, chewing on her lip as her blue eyes stared at you with want. You kneaded her breasts, playing with her nipples like you often would with yourself, hips bucking up at the erotic scene unfolding above you. Nancy rolled her hips against yours, moaning at the friction. You felt it too, the direct pressure against your aching core.
Nancy leaned down and continued making out, the two of you moaning against each other's mouths, rolling your hips against one another. Nancy eventually tugged at your shirt, mumbling against your mouth. “Off. Now.”
You moaned against her, tugging your shirt up and over your head as she pulled away, then reaching behind yourself and undoing your bra, shrugging it off quickly as she leaned down and took one of your nipples in your mouth, immediately making you arch your back and whimper beneath her. She didn’t abandon your other nipple either, nimble finger tracing the bud and pinching it softly.
“You feel so soft,” She whispered around your breast, licking the bud before nipping at it. She rolled her hips against yours as you bucked your hips up, moaning. She sat back up, cupping your breasts before pinching both of the buds and making you cry out, blue eyes staring at your chest. “So pretty…”
You reached up from your spot under her, tugging at her button on her jeans, whimpering beneath her as Nancy squeezed one of your breasts delicately before whispering softly. “Be patient, angel.”
She undid your button on your own pants, tugging them down your legs before tossing the pants away, staring at you for a minute, biting her lip. You felt heat crawl from your neck up your cheeks, aware of your nakedness as Nancy spread your legs gently, softly coaxing you. She stared at the wet spot near your center before looking at you, smiling softly.
“Guess I proved myself,” She said softly, making you hide your face in your hands, embarrassed at how easily she made you soak through your underwear. She pulled your hands away gently, tutting. “No, no. I wanna see those pretty eyes…”
She reached out her hand, her pointer finger rubbing your sensitive clit through the fabric, making you writhe beneath her. She hooked a finger into your underwear, eyes eager as she looked at you.
“Can I take these off?”
You nodded wordlessly, lifting your hips so she could remove the one barrier keeping you clothed. Nancy tossed the fabric to the side, staring at your cunt like it was a meal, licking her lips. Her gaze stayed at your dripping core, eyes dark with lust. “Ca-can I…I know I haven’t ever… but-” You cut her off by squeezing her hand that was holding your thigh, nodding. Words were escaping you.
She laid down fully, her soft breath so close that it made you shiver. She licked a stripe up your slit cautiously, continuing when she heard your whining. She kitten licked your clit a few times before sucking it into her mouth, shooting waves of pleasure through the bud. Your hands tangled into her soft curls, the usually tidy brunette waves now a mess. She folded your legs up against your chest in a gentle coaxing manner, humming against your cunt as you did so. She began alternating licking broader stripes and focusing on circling your clit with her tongue. She clearly was calculating which movements and flicks of her tongue made you pull at her hair more, being sure to keep the constant pleasure flowing. Eventually she pulled away from licking and sucking at your clit, moving one of her hands off to rub at the sensitive spot with her fingers, pulling whines from your throat, pleasure bubbling up in your stomach.
“So pretty…so much better than anyone I’ve ever had, angel,” Nancy practically purred, making you buck your hips up into her touch. She stopped for a bit to stare at you, reveling in how your pussy clenched around nothing,
“Nan...Nancy….,” You whimpered, pleasure numbing your brain, need seeping into your bones. “T-touch me, please…touch me…”
Nancy chewed on her bottom lip in thought, her breath hitching as you begged for any release. She stood up quickly, unbuttoning her pants and stripping down to nothing, barely giving you a chance to react to her pink lacy panties. She laid down on the couch, making you sit up and look at her confused. She bit her lip and stared at you, eyes making you shiver. “Come sit on my face, angel,” She coaxed you, swallowing down her nerves. You felt your heart speed up, cheeks hotter than hell, nodding.
You’d known from high school rumors that Steve loved the 69 position, and Nancy was a ‘quick learner’’. Of course this was before Steve grew and matured, becoming the sweet man Nancy befriended and children adored. But this fact intimidated you a bit. What if you sucked at this? You’d never-
Your thoughts were cut off with a soft slap to your thigh, Nancy’s tone firm and meaning business. “Hey, stop overthinking. Just sit.” She laid back down as you climbed on top, your core hovering over her face before her soft hands gripped your hips and pulled you down onto her mouth, immediately lapping at your dripping center. You laid down, opening her legs and starting simple by circling her clit, your hands clammy with anxiety. She moaned around your clit, driving you to continue before slowly lowering your head to her center, licking a tentative stripe, and moaning. Her mouth against you along with the taste of her cunt, nothing like the other people you’d ever slept with. You began licking stripes up and down, circling her clit with your tongue, your own hips bucking against Nancy’s face as you continued moaning against her own dripping cunt, your pleasure building. Nancy’s moan vibrating against your clit, driving you to suck more and wriggle your hips against her. She kept rubbing your thighs, so gentle yet breaking you apart at the same time. Eventually you both were rocking your hips against one anothers faces, moaning and whimpering echoing in the room. You felt that familiar build up, popping off Nancy’s clit obscenely and whimpering against her thigh, begging.
“Fuck…Baby, please, fuck, fuck, fuck-,” You whined out as Nancy pulled off you, those delicate fingers now thrusting in and out of your entrance while her thumb rubbed at your clit.
“You can let go, angel. Cum,” Nancy whispered, her stern tone pushing you to climax as you cried out, bones suddenly gone, somehow still rubbing at her clit until she moaned loudly, clenching around nothing.
“Fuck, angel.”
You stayed leaned against her, your breathing still shallow as you both panted, her softly caressing your skin and laying gentle kisses on your skin, trying to catch her breath. You felt her whisper against your thigh, voice meek.
“That was…better than the video I watched.”
You laid in silence for a moment, brain still fuzzy before you laughed a bit, realizing Nancy meant she had watched (and probably studied in earnest) some porn.
“Definitely.”
There was a beat of silence, the two of you comfortable and seemingly worn out for a second, before Nancy’s voice piped up below you.
“So…are you willing to try something else?,” She asked cautiously.
You scrambled up and sat across from her, admiring her naked body, her lean muscles and lithe stature. Your cunt clenched in lust again, your breath shallow.
“We do have all night-,” You stated, cut off by another bruising kiss that had you falling backward again.
Guess it’s true what they say…In New York, you can try many things.
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𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 [n.w.]
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you and nancy are hanging out in her room when you ask her if she’s ever touched herself before. she shakes her head. that’s when you offer to show her how.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | nancy wheeler x afab!reader
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut—dry humping, fingering, mutual masturbation.
𝐰𝐜 | 1.4k+
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | nancy & reader are assumed 18+, this takes place her senior year
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You flipped the pencil in your hand as you stared at Nancy’s ceiling, cozily reclined on her bed.
Nancy sat across the bed from you, her legs crossed as she read off of cue cards. You turned your head and smiled, taking her in. She sat in a tank top and shorts, given the hot weather. Most people would never catch Nancy Wheeler in so little clothes. But you were her friend. Just her friend.
“Hey! Are you even listening to me?”
You snapped your attention back to her and apologized. “Sorry, yeah. I was just thinking…”
She set her cards down. “About what?”
You had been studying for what felt like hours, even Nancy was starting to get a bit worn out.
“Nothing… I just…” You drummed the pencil on your bent leg, looking away from her.
She laughed, “What? Tell me!”
“Have you ever… had a dream about someone?” You asked cautiously.
“Yeah…” She said as if your question was stupid.
“No, I mean. Like a–” you made a rude gesture, “–dream.”
Nancy’s face turned bright red. “Have you?”
“I asked you first.”
Nancy fiddled with her notes, moving them to her desk in embarrassment. “I mean, maybe…”
“Oh my god! Nancy Wheeler!”
She rolled her eyes, giggling. “Shut up!”
She sat back on the bed, making your head bounce as she did. You rolled onto your side, resting your head in your hand. “Have you ever… touched yourself?”
Now both of your faces were red. “I—“ she stuttered. You read her facial expressions, taking that as her answer.
"But you've been with Steve?"
She twiddled with her thumbs and blushed. "Yeah, but I've only ever done stuff with him... never on my own."
“Really?” You asked. You sounded almost shocked.
“I don’t know,” she looked away from you. “I guess I just don’t know how.” Her voice was quiet now. Her eyes danced back to yours timidly, waiting for you to speak again so she didn’t feel so embarrassed.
You thought for a moment before smiling. “What?” She asked, playfully rolling her eyes as she did.
“Want me to show you how?”
Nancy’s grin immediately faded. She felt a wave of butterflies swim up through her chest. “Oh. I…”
You sat up completely now, looking over to Nancy’s open bedroom door. She nervously stood up and went to close the door. After she shut it, she lingered, turning around slowly as if summoning the courage to face you.
“Yes,” she said assertively. She wanted you to show her.
Your lips parted, suddenly filled with mirroring nerves.
The lights in her room were dim, creating a sultry glow on Nancy’s face. She walked slowly to the bed and sat opposite you. You climbed onto your knees and faced her, gently raising your hand to her chest and pushing her backward.
Nancy softly collided with her pillows and watched you as you ran a hand down her clothed chest. She felt goosebumps raise on her skin.
You looked up at her for permission and she silently nodded, feeling herself grow almost eager from your contact. She had never been touched like this before. Yes, she hooked up with Steve, but it wasn't like this... it wasn't so intimate…
Your hand slid down between her legs which were pushed together. You nudged her thighs and she opened them slightly. Your hand slid between them, slowly sliding up her thigh and then resting against her core. She breathlessly gasped.
Your eyelashes fluttered as you spoke to her. “I don’t even have to take my clothes off sometimes.” Your voice was quiet and slow. She watched you grab her hand and you directed her to where your hand just was. You motioned for her to move her fingers up and down and she obeyed.
You watched as Nancy slowly slid her fingers along her clothed crotch, her lips parted and her breathing increased in volume.
“And here…” you said, using your own finger to touch her clit and rub small circles. “Is where it’s really sensitive…”
Nancy whined at your movements, feeling a newfound sensation rush through her stomach and down her legs.
You placed her hand back again and watched as she began to rub in the same spot, copying what you did.
You lifted yourself off the bed and slid your sweatpants down as Nancy focused on herself.
You removed your underwear and laid across from her. She finally looked up at you and her eyes widened. You slowly opened your legs, allowing her to see you completely.
Nancy halted her movement as she watched you with burning red cheeks.
You rubbed your fingers along your folds until your juices began to make squishing noises.
“You have to start slow,” you began. You slowly slid your middle finger inside of yourself and your lips formed an ‘O’ shape.
Nancy began rubbing herself again as she watched you. You started to move your finger in and out. You were already so wet that it was loud as you pumped your finger in.
You gestured your head, wanting Nancy to mirror you.
Her dainty fingers hooked onto her pajama shorts and underwear and she arched her back and butt off the bed and slid them off.
She shyly kept her legs closed, but stayed propped up on her pillow so she could watch you.
You slid your ring finger in now too. You groaned audibly, trying to stifle your noises so no one else in the house could hear. Her parents were downstairs and her brother was at one of his friend's houses, so you weren’t that worried.
You pumped your fingers in and out a bit faster now, moaning.
“C’mon,” you muttered.
Nancy opened her legs embarrassed and circled her entrance with her fingertip. She slowly pushed in and found it to feel odd and foreign having her finger inside herself. She mirrored your motions anyways.
You watched as she awkwardly tried to finger herself, clearly not enjoying it the way you were right now.
You slid your fingers out and brought them to your mouth, cleaning them off, your eyes never separating from Nancy’s. She watched you with gaping eyes, completely entranced.
“Here,” you got on your knees and crawled over to her. “Not everyone likes penetration. Sometimes I get off just by humping my pillow.”
You felt your cheeks heat at the confession. Nancy removed her fingers and listened curiously. You touched her hips and felt her jump slightly. After she settled into your touch, you went to straddle her. You shifted yourself so your legs intertwined and your clit sat against Nancy’s. She gulped when she felt the pressure of your body. You examined her face before beginning to move. You began rocking back and forth against her, creating tense friction between your bodies.
Nancy involuntarily moaned. Her hand quickly came up to cover her mouth and you both giggled.
You picked up your speed, biting your lip and rubbing your body against her. Nancy squirmed underneath you. Your clits slid against one another, your wetness slicking your skin, making it easy to rub against her. Your hands shifted to rest on Nancy’s sides and hers came up to rest on your hips without her even realizing what she was doing.
You started humping against her faster, her bed beginning to creak.
“Ugh, God,” she moaned out, shutting her eyes. “It feels so… good,” she stuttered. You smiled and kept your pace, crying out in pleasure as well.
You both tried to stifle your moans, but they were still relatively loud. Neither of you cared at the moment. You just wanted to chase your high.
“I feel like I’m gonna..” Nancy began, looking for the words. “Like I really have to pee,” she said confused.
“That’s good,” you told her breathlessly.
You kept rocking your hips against her and her hands gripped her bedsheets. She couldn’t stop moaning now, this pleasurable feeling completely new to her.
In a few more thrusts, Nancy was crying underneath you, not sure what to do with her hands as she orgasmed. Her legs shook and her head swung back and forth. In the moment, you reached down and squeezed her breasts through her tank top making her arch her back, moaning, helping you reach your high. You groaned and brought your hand to cover your mouth as you moaned and lazily humped against her. As you slowed, you leaned over on top of her. You kept rocking, extending both of your highs. You could feel the sloppy juices between your bodies as you finished, coming to a stop.
Nancy was panting beneath you, completely stunned at what just happened. You rolled off of her and beside her. You both laughed as you looked at one another.
“I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on that,” she said through deep breaths. "Nothing I did with Steve was even close to feeling like that..."
You smiled, your hand resting on your forehead. Nancy had no idea that this was what you dreamed about the night before.
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platonic soulmates eddie and nancy getting high and steve being Responsible; ty for the help @spectrum-spectre and @username-i-guess <3
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The door swings open a few seconds after Steve knocks hard. (Probably a little too hard given the time of night, but someone down the road from Eddie’s trailer is playing music that Steve would be able to sing along to if he knew the words, so he didn’t worry about it.)
Nancy’s hair is frizzy, and her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glassy and red. A smile is teasing at her lips. Steve’s stomach twists as he looks at her. She’s wearing a Slayer t-shirt, wrinkled and too big for her, falling to her knees and hiding whether or not she’s wearing shorts underneath.
“What the hell’s going on?” Steve asks sharply. It’s cold out, and it’s late, and the last thing he was expecting while staring at the ceiling was to hear Nancy’s voice over the phone, sluggishly telling him to come over to Eddie’s as soon as possible. (And if Nancy is telling him something so pressing, of course he’s going to listen.) But as she grins up at him, flushed and sleepy-looking, he wonders why the fuck she’d invite him over for this. Which is something he really never would have seen coming. Nancy and Eddie.
“We’re high,” she says, and he blinks.
“You’re…”
“He’s higher than me,” she says, and Steve’s never heard her voice like this, mumbly and slow and almost childish. Her lashes flutter as she blinks, gesturing with a lazy hand. “But ‘m also high. But you’re not.”
Confusion tangles with frustration in Steve’s chest, and she can see it on his face as he looks her up and down again, his eyes skimming deftly over her bare legs and Eddie’s fucking t-shirt and her tangled, frizzy hair.
“We didn’t fuck, Steve,” she says too loudly, looking at him like he’s being ridiculous, and he splutters out, “You can’t— You can’t blame me for thinking that!”
“Oh my god,” she says, exasperated, and he huffs.
“Why am I here? It’s like three in the morning.”
“Look,” she says, looking at the ground, holding a hand up. “I made brownies. We had one each, and then we shared two blunts, and then Eddie got hungry and forgot there’s pot in the brownies. And now he’s too high.”
“You made… pot brownies,” he says slowly, his mind reeling. Her expression changes, shifting into a terrifying combination of annoyance and frustration.
“Focus, Steve,” she says loudly. “He’s too high. I’m too high to help him.”
“Why’d you call me?”
“You’re, like— the mom!” she says, tossing a hand in his direction, gesturing aimlessly.
“Wha— Why?”
“You were a lifeguard.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“What, would rather I call Mike?” she asks, throwing a hand again.
“Why are you shit-talking your little brother?”
“Everyone else does.”
“That’s why you shouldn’t, he’s your brother.”
“Steve,” she almost shouts. “You’re not focussing.”
“Oh my god,” he says, exasperated, trying to push past her. “Where is he?”
“Sofa,” she says, pushing the door open further and moving aside so he can come in. “I can’t move him, he’s too heavy.”
Steve steps inside. The smell of weed hits him hard, and he holds back another Oh my god.
Eddie is laying on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling blankly, his eyes glazed over and unblinking. One of his arms is up against the back of the sofa and the other is hanging down, his fingertips brushing the ground.
“Eds,” Steve says, crouching by the sofa and nudging his shoulder. “You in there?”
Eddie stares at the ceiling, silent for a moment before, “…Steve?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“…Where are you?” Eddie asks lightly, his eyes searching the ceiling like he’s going to find Steve on it.
“Turn your head,” Steve says, begrudgingly amused as Eddie turns his head slowly to face the back of the sofa. “Other way, Eddie.”
Eddie’s bloodshot eyes widen when they find Steve, and Steve suppresses a smile as Eddie breathes, “Wow.”
“How you feel?” Steve asks softly.
“Goo-o-o-od,” Eddie slurs, grinning deliriously. “Nancy’s a baker.”
“Is she,” Steve says dryly.
“Mm. Nancy baker. Good ass baker. I’m a baker. I’m baked. Steve, I’m baked.” He giggles, his whole face lighting up, eyes squeezing shut as his cheeks squish up, the lines in his skin deepening beautifully.
Nancy is giggling behind Steve, and without turning to look at her, he calls, “Nancy, don’t you touch those brownies.”
There’s a moment of silence, except for Eddie’s giggling, and then she huffs and there’s a clatter of a knife on the counter.
“Mom,” she calls back, and he rolls his eyes.
“Steve,” Eddie stage-whispers. “Do you wanna bake?”
Steve blinks at him.
“No, Eddie,” he says calmly. “No, I don’t.”
“But it’s so fun-n-n…”
“I know, Eds, but someone’s gotta keep you in check.”
“‘S nice of you, Stevie.”
“Eddie!” Nancy calls from the kitchen, and Eddie beams at the sound of her voice, his eyes closing as he lifts his chin and says her name back. “Steve thought we fucked.”
“Nancy,” Steve snaps, looking at her with wide eyes as Eddie gasps dramatically.
“I would never,” Eddie says loudly. “Nancy Baker is a beautiful woman, but she is not my type, ‘m afraid.”
“Nancy Baker,” Steve repeats under his breath, turning back to Eddie as Nancy laughs in a way Steve’s never heard her laugh, open and loud and childish.
“Why?” Nancy says, her voice teasing. “Why am I not your type, Eds?”
“You be quiet,” he says to the ceiling, closing his eyes, his face red.
“Tell him!”
“No.”
“You can tell him!”
“I’m not gonna,” Eddie sings loudly.
Steve huffs.
“Nance, leave him alone,” he says. “Eddie, you don’t have to tell me anything.”
“Eddie,” Nancy sings back, ignoring Steve. “Tell him!”
“I am not telling Steve Harrington I’m gay, Nancy.”
Steve’s breath catches in his throat, and Nancy claps a hand over her mouth.
“You said it,” she says gleefully after a moment as Steve stares at Eddie, his stomach fluttering, because Eddie’s gay. Because he didn’t want to tell Steve.
“I didn’t tell Steve, I told you.”
“Steve is in the room, you dumbass.”
A few seconds pass before Eddie’s eyes widen at the ceiling, and his face flushes darker, and he looks at Steve, his eyes shining with a fear that Steve fucking hates.
“It’s okay,” Steve says quickly even though he’s still reeling. “It’s cool, Eddie, I don’t— I don’t have a problem with it.”
Eddie blinks at him.
“It’s okay,” Steve says again, nodding. “‘S fine.”
“I told you,” Nancy says from the kitchen.
Eddie rolls onto his side, hiding his face with his hair, groaning, and Steve takes a moment, lowering his head to the sofa cushion and exhaling shakily. He can feel Nancy watching him, but he can’t even bring himself to care.
“Okay,” he says after taking another deep breath. “Bedtime, Eds, come on.”
“Don’t wanna.”
“Come on, Wayne’s gonna be here in a few hours,” Steve says. “He doesn’t wanna sleep in your bed.”
“…You know Wayne’s schedule?”
“Yeah,” Steve says softly. “Of course.”
Eddie is quiet, still hiding from Steve.
“Eddie, get up."
“Can’t move,” Eddie mumbles into the sofa.
Steve sighs, rubbing his cheek as Nancy snickers.
“Come on,” he says, standing and wincing as his knees pop, tugging at Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie just groans loudly, and Steve sighs again. “I’m gonna help you, Eds, c’mere.”
He leans down and picks up Eddie’s arm, pulling him up so he’s standing, and he’s heavy on Steve as Steve wraps an arm around his waist. He’s soft.
Steve stumbles down the hall with Eddie, whose head falls forward as he groans, his hair hiding his face, and Steve calls to Nancy to not touch the brownies. He smiles when he hears her blow a raspberry at him.
“Oh no,” Eddie says when they sway together, and Steve stops before the doorway of his bedroom.
“You feel sick?”
Eddie stares wide-eyed at the floor, unblinking, unmoving.
“Eds?”
Eddie hums quietly, standing still before his head turns in Steve’s direction slowly, his eyes following behind after a moment.
“You gonna be sick?” Steve asks when he doesn’t say anything.
“…No.”
“You okay?”
Eddie exhales, his glassy eyes skimming over Steve’s face.
“Yeah,” he breathes.
“Bed,” Steve says. “Come on.”
“‘M coming…” Eddie mumbles, and then he giggles. “Coming.”
“Jesus,” Steve mutters, his cheeks flushing.
He gets Eddie into his room and into bed, carefully lowering him so he doesn’t flop, and Eddie writhes, pushing his face into his pillow. The room is dark, lit up by the hall, and Steve flicks on a lamp.
“Where’s Nancy?” Eddie says, his voice muffled by his pillow. “Nancy. ‘S a pretty name. Nancy Wheeler Baker. Nancy. N’ncy…”
Steve gets up to call Nancy’s name down the hall, and she appears after a moment, after flicking off the lights in the living room.
She climbs onto the bed next to Eddie as Steve watches. Eddie wraps an arm around Nancy’s waist, hugging her and grinning as she looks down at him, poking his cheek.
“Edward…”
“Nancelot,” he slurs, and Steve scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “Pretty lady.”
“You are so high,” she says, emphasising every word with a poke to the tip of Eddie’s nose.
“You make good brownies,” he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as she keeps poking his nose. “Chef Nancelot.”
“It was a box mix,” Nancy giggles, leaning over his head as he snorts.
“But I could taste your lo-o-o-ove…”
She snorts, snickering and running her hand over his face.
“Are you guys set?” Steve asks, still watching from where he’s leaning against the doorframe. “Am I free?”
“Don’t go,” Nancy says, whining, reaching out and making grabby hands at him as Eddie groans. “Sleepover.”
He stares for a moment, hesitating, and then Eddie says his name, dragging it out dramatically, desperately.
“Stevie-e-e-e…”
Steve sighs, glancing at the dark window, and he gives in, kicking his shoes off as Nancy cheers, clapping happily. He climbs onto Eddie’s bed on his other side.
They’re all too close, Eddie laying partially on top of Nancy’s legs, and Steve leans against the wall next to Nancy, their shoulders almost touching.
Eddie rolls over, against Steve’s legs, and Steve looks at him. His eyes are closed, his lips curved into a happy smile, and Steve can’t help but reach down to the top of his head that’s at Steve’s waist. His hair is messy, tangled, and Steve pushes his fingers into it. Eddie hums.
“Didn’t know you guys were so close,” he says softly to Nancy.
“‘S my best friend,” she says lightly. “You know… your whole thing with Robin?”
“Platonic with a capital P,” Steve says softly.
“Mhmm. ‘S Eddie and me.”
“Soulmates?” Steve says softly. Nancy nods, smiling. “Never would’ve thought.”
She giggles quietly, scrunching her nose.
“Valedictorian and super-super senior.”
“Mhmm.”
“Eddie Munson,” she sings softly, reaching to play with the end of one of Eddie’s curls. Eddie is still smiling, head tilted up into Steve’s hand, and Steve can’t tell if he’s asleep or not.
“Eddie Munson,” Steve repeats like he’s agreeing.
“Never would’ve thought,” Nancy says quietly, almost pointedly, giving Steve a look.
“Thought what?”
Her gaze lowers to his hand in Eddie’s hair, eyebrows raised, and she reaches out to poke the back of it. (Nancy pokes a lot when she’s high, apparently.)
“I’m just…” Steve trails off, unable to find an excuse, and his cheeks flush.
“‘S cool,” she says lightly.
They’re quiet.
Steve listens to Eddie breathe, and as he scratches at his scalp gently, he thinks he doesn’t mind that Nancy called him as much as he did when he arrived.
“Steve,” Nancy says quietly after a while, after shifting and slumping against the wall. She’s resting her arm across Eddie’s chest.
“Yeah,” Steve whispers.
“…You’re too hard on yourself, you know that?”
He blinks, his eyes looking across the room at the mess of posters that are covering Eddie’s wall.
“Oh,” he says.
“You, like…” She sighs heavily. “You’re not… the same. But you keep all that guilt inside you. And you… act like you’re this whole new person, this… this nice guy. But you’re still a bully.”
His chest clenches, and he looks at her, his eyes burning.
“Because you’re so mean to yourself,” she adds after a moment. “I think… there’s a little part of King Steve still inside you, you… beat the shit out of him every day.” She’s mumbling, talking so softly that it’s almost like she’s talking to herself.
“But if you’re— if you’re gonna be Steve Steve, our Steve, the— the Steve that’s best friends with a dorky lesbian and a fourteen-year-old nerd, you gotta… forgive yourself. Let King Steve go.”
Steve blinks tears back, swallowing thickly, exhaling shakily, because she’s right. King Steve lives inside him, like he’s hiding in his ribcage, and Steve won’t leave him alone. He torments him, bullies him. Even though King Steve is just a kid, just a scared, lonely kid without a clue about what or who he is. Even though Steve knows King Steve was pretending the whole time. Lying. Wearing a false crown.
“…You know about Robin?” he asks weakly, his voice wobbly, and Nancy smiles a little bit.
“I know well.”
He looks over at her, and she looks up at him, seeing the confusion in his watery eyes.
“Like recognizes like,” she says softly.
Oh.
His lips twitch into a smile, and she grins.
“Who would’ve thought?” Steve murmurs.
Nancy smiles so brightly that her eyes squeeze shut, and she leans so her head is resting on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve tilts his head to rest on hers.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t love you like I was supposed to,” Nancy says after a while, her voice soft.
“You weren’t supposed to love me, Nance,” Steve says, closing his eyes. “You can’t… You can’t make yourself love someone just because you think you have to. It’s okay.”
“I wanted to,” she whispers.
“It’s okay,” he says again.
She’s quiet again, and he thinks she’s fallen asleep until she speaks again.
“I do love you,” she says quietly. “Just… platonically.”
“With a capital P,” Steve murmurs, and he can practically sense her smile.
“Yeah.”
“‘S cool, Nance,” he says softly. “I love you too.”
He drifts off as she falls asleep, feeling her head become heavier on his shoulder, and at some point they both shift in discomfort on the wall, sitting up straight and groaning quietly. They glance at each other in the dark lighting of the room, and Nancy shifts to lie down on the bed next to Eddie, wrapping her arm around him and sighing. Steve follows, moving slowly so Eddie can shift with him, still laying on top of him on the small mattress.
Steve falls asleep.
He wakes up to Eddie climbing on top of him, and he winces, cracking his eyes open to squint in the bright sunlight that’s shining through the room. Eddie’s legs wrap around his hips and he buries his face in Steve’s neck as he sighs, and Nancy shifts closer to Steve in her sleep.
Steve sets a hand across Eddie’s back, holding him, and Nancy finds Steve’s other arm before he can wrap it around Eddie, hugging it to herself and nuzzling into his shoulder. Steve smiles.
Eddie rubs his face into Steve’s neck again, taking a deep breath, and then he lifts his head, his body tightening and trembling for a moment.
He’s squinting when he looks down at Steve, brows furrowed adorably. He blinks blankly at Steve, whose smile widens.
“You still high?” Steve asks softly.
Eddie stares for a moment before his lips curve into a smile, and he shrugs.
“‘M on top of Steve Harrington in my bed,” he says, his voice rough. “Might be.”
Steve laughs lightly, closing his eyes. Eddie shifts to touch his face, poking his cheek and tracing the bridge of his nose and outlining his lips.
“Feels real,” Eddie murmurs.
“‘M real, Eds.”
“‘M gonna go back to sleep,” Eddie mumbles, sticking his face back in Steve’s neck. His breath is warm.
“Okay.”
#in the morning they find wayne eating a brownie and nancy panics but eddie just starts cackling#wayne assumed they were pot brownies bc he could smell the weed still and he just went for it#nancy is a lesbian in this#steve and jonny were comphet <3#shes broken up w jonathan but theyre still friends ofc#anyway this was fun#got a lot more emo than i was expecting#steddie#steddie one shot#steddie ficlet#steddie blurb#platonic stancy#nancy and eddie#do they have a ship name (thats not rly a ship name bc its platonic obv but) idk#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington one shot#eddie munson one shot#nancy wheeler#nancy wheeler one shot#random disclaimer ive never actually been high nor have i need around ppl that are high#i fully made all this up idk how weed works in any form#i once accidentally got a little high bc i didn't open the windows while doing an oil painting#and when i describe being dissociated/derealization and whatnot i get told it sounds like being high a lot so i just use that#this is diff from the anaesthesia bc i feel like that's more loopy than weed high#but who knows i could be talking out of my ass rn#anyway high eddie is fun#i think high steve might be fun too i just need a prompt 👀
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˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ nancy wheeler.
✩ sfw. ☾ nsfw.
nancy thoughts.
imagines!
coming soon...
blurbs!
✩ morning honeydew [0.3k].
moodboards!
✩ final summer days
#nancy wheeler x reader#nancy wheeler x gn!reader#nancy wheeler x fem!reader#nancy wheeler x you#nancy wheeler x y/n#nancy wheeler fluff#nancy wheeler angst#nancy wheeler hurt#nancy wheeler comfort#nancy wheeler smut#nancy wheeler fanfiction#nancy wheeler fanfic#nancy wheeler fic#nancy wheeler imagine#nancy wheeler blurb#nancy wheeler headcanon#nancy wheeler moodboard#nancy wheeler drabble#nancy wheeler one shot#nancy wheeler oneshot#nancy wheeler girlfriend#stranger things
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Break- Nancy Wheeler
Pairing: Break x Reader
Characters: Break
Warnings: N/A
Request: Anon- Nancy wheeler helping her burnt out gf study? Thanks! Love your work have a good day <33
Word Count: 472
Author: Charlotte
Whenever you knew you had exams coming up, you threw yourself heart and soul into the preparations and studying that was needed to do well. You hoped that you could get impressive grades to join your extracurricular activities to get you into one of the best universities that the country could offer as one of the paving stones to a successful future. Your ambition was what stood in your way though. You had so many hopes and dreams that you ended up inside of your own head and resulting in too much self-doubt that would lead to your own failure.
For the last few weeks, you had spent every spare minute outside of class studying for your upcoming chemistry exam but no matter how frequently you read the words upon the page, it felt as though you had no knowledge on the subject at all. You had barely seen your girlfriend, Nancy, in that time, knowing she was also studying but nowhere near to the extent you were. It was turning evening on a Saturday when she turned up at your door, your mother letting her in and sending her up to your room where you had been cooped up since you left school the previous day.
“Your mum said you didn’t go down for dinner or breakfast or lunch,” Nancy stated as she entered your bedroom, not bothering with general greetings.
“I can eat when I ace this exam. I’ve been going over my notes and the textbook but none of it even makes any sense to me anymore,” you said holding your head in your hands.
Nancy pulled the textbook and pile of papers from in front of you, ignoring your shouts of disagreement.
“You know the content, Y/N,” she assured you. “But you’re too tired and dehydrated and hungry to focus. You’ve also looked at the content too much that it’s starting to seem foreign to you. You need to take a break and it’ll all make sense.”
You shook your head. “I can’t take a break.”
She tried to look down at you sternly but to you she would always be too sweet to be stern.
“You can and you will. We’re going to go downstairs get you some dinner and some water, take a couple of laps of the garden to get you some air and stretch your legs then we can come back I’ll quiz you on the content and any weak spots we find from that, I can help you work on those weaker topics.”
You let out a sigh. Nancy was one of the best students at the school so you couldn’t really argue with her when it came to studying techniques.
“Fine,” you huffed. “You can be really annoying sometimes, you know that?”
She smiled, leaning in to peck your cheek. “I know.”
#Break#Anon#Request#Nancy Wheeler#Nancy Wheeler Imagine#Nancy Wheeler One Shot#Stranger Things#Stranger Things One Shot#Stranger Things Imagine#Charlotte
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{Just What I Needed, The Cars}
Program: The last day of vacation calls for a take out, sunset dinner at the beach. Through the course of the night, both lovers desperately just want to show their devotion to their partner. Whether it's capturing memories on film or sharing a soda pop.
Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Couple of swears, Reader calls Nancy terms of endearment (none for reader in this one)
Length: 1192w
Counselor Notes: During my last night in Acadia, I begged my parents not really, it was very easy to convince them for a take out fish dinner by the rocky beach. And I couldn't help but think about how pretty Nancy would look bundled up and how deserves all the soft love she wants. Photos at the end for the inspo!
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The comforting smells of fried fish and homemade, blueberry pie greet you and Nancy at the little takeout shack window. Pinstripe awnings shield you from the rolling clouds above as the two of you laugh and contemplate dinner. Letter board menus spell out deliciousness that makes your mouth water.
A gentle nudge jolts you out of deep thought, and tingles blossom across your side from the joking touch. Turning away from the brightly lit shack, Nancy’s gleaming eyes and soft smile send your heart fluttering.
“Are you all set? We should get going, or we’ll miss sunset at the beach,” she points to the lilac and strawberry colored clouds.
“Shit, yeah,” you grab her hand gently tugging her over to the order window. Giddiness puts a skip in your step. “Sorry, I guess I got distracted at the thought of fresh fish,” you chuckle. Nerves dull your elated spirit momentarily at the realization you were in your own little foodie paradise leaving Nancy on her own. During date night no less.
When no one comes to the register, you ring the cowbell that chases away the intruding nerves and brings a new wave of laughter from the two of you. Watching Nancy completely relax and enjoy herself, your chest grows light with a warm fuzz.
Runaway giggles pass Nancy’s lips as she tries to compose herself behind her hand. A warm flush kisses her cheeks at the small squeeze of your hand. The old flood lights beam down on you in a hazy glow. A personal polaroid prints in her mind to put in her mental memory book.
“What can I get you two?” the owner welcomes you.
“I’ll have the bacon wrapped scallops with a side of fries,” Nancy responds with a small smile, “And three Cokes”.
“And I’ll have the haddock tenders, please,” you add when the owner places the cans of Coke down to ring you out.
As you pay, Nancy grabs two straws and finds a table under the red tent in the side lot. Sodas in hand, you join her with a teasing look, “Someone I don’t know about joining us, dear?” You hold her hand across the table and rub her cold knuckles.
“You’re the worst, I swear. That’s why Robin’s coming, surprise!” she rolls her eyes with a smirk growing on her face.
Slapping your hand to your chest in mock-disbelief, you gasp, “Nancy Wheeler! The least you could have done is give me a heads up. I would never want to third wheel your date. Should have given me a notice, so I could have made it a double date!” You shake your head as laughter tumbles from your lips, “Where did your manners wander off to, Miss Wheeler.”
Teasing exasperation drives Nancy to throw head back with a groan. She cracks the extra can and puts both the straws in the opening. “One to share while we wait, you dork,” she mumbles. Though she knows her heart and emotions are in safe hands, a flurry of nerves eats at the back of her mind and squeezes her chest. She just wants to love you the way you deserve to be loved, and if you want to have a fish dinner at the beach during sunset on the last day of vacation- she is going to make it happen.
Seeing the cogs whirring behind her eyes, you boop her nose. Nancy’s startled reaction sends laughter shaking through you, “Sounds perfect. So perfect,” you keep eye contact while you take a sip, “that I think we should make it our thing. Instead of pre-dinner cocktails? A shared soda with two straws”. You keep your voice soft to subtly combat the anxiety gnawing inside your girl.
Nancy’s loving gaze pierces through your heart and devotion roots itself in its familiar home. Seeing her look at you as if you’ve hung the stars and moon, you pledge to give Nancy Wheeler the affection and love she deserves. And you’ll give it to her one soda pop at a time if that’s what her heart wishes. Ever her loyal attendant and lover.
Were fellow patrons absolutely divided between disgust or admiration towards the oblivious fools in love? Yes. But no one else is privy to the little world the two of you have created. Except the crackling voice calling your name over the microphone to pick up your order.
Still holding hands, the pair of you wander over and toss the empty can into the recycling. Vibrant oranges and red hues streak across the sky as you hurry to the car and drive through the dark pine forests. Chasing after the fleeting last rays of sunshine for the day, you trip over roots and Nancy pulls you to the picnic table to catch their reflection over the ocean’s calm ripples.
Huddling together desperate for warmth and each other's touch, the two of you sit on top of the table and enjoy your meal with chattering teeth. You pause for a minute to observe Nancy as she loses herself in the landscape.
Her hair tied up in a ponytail, small curls fame her beautiful face.
Blue eyes twinkle, mesmerized by the awe-invoking scenery.
Bundled in your old turtleneck sweater and her jean jacket.
“If you’re going to stare this long, you might as well take a photo,” Nancy says behind her hand as she finishes her bite. Her teasing side eye sends a challenge.
Shooting her a smirk, you quickly pull the camera up by the straps resting around your neck and steal a shot, “Thanks for the idea, dear.”
“You have to get rid of it, if it doesn’t look good,” she shrieks and hurriedly tries to grab the developing photo. Her body presses against your own leaving no space and stoking the growing flames between you two.
Carefully balancing your dinner and keeping the photo out Nancy's reach, you lightly push her back with your elbow. “Fat chance, Wheeler,” you press a chaste kiss to her parted lips before peeking at the photo.
Nancy’s pleas drown in the ocean’s roar. Everything seems to dull and blur around you while your attention is captured by the stunning snapshot of Nancy looking at you in adoration with the final rays of sun glowing behind her past the forest line. Her hair tickles her face in frozen movement with a teasing look painted across her face. Yeah, no way in hell you’re getting rid of this masterpiece.
“You know, you can look at the real thing in person. Not some lousy candid,” Nancy’s defeated glower breaks past the radio static block in your mind. Snapping out of your trance, you rush to scatter a trail of kisses across her cheek bone and turn her head to face you once more to press a tender kiss to her pouty lips.
“Sorry, pretty girl. You just always manage to render me speechless,” you chuckle while showing her your new favorite piece of artwork.
Reaching into your jacket, you pull out your wallet and tuck the polaroid in one of the slots: “There. A pocket portrait of my girl to keep close everyday”.
#counselor mythos post#camp halfwit bulletin post#stranger things imagine#stranger things fluff#stranger things imagines#stranger things one shot#stranger things one shots#stranger things oneshot#stranger things oneshots#stranger things fluff imagine#stranger things fluff oneshot#stranger things fluff one shot#nancy wheeler#nancy wheeler fluff#nancy wheeler imagine#nancy wheeler imagines#nancy wheeler fluff imagine#nancy wheeler one shot#nancy wheeler one shots#nancy wheeler fluff one shot#nancy wheeler oneshot#nancy wheeler oneshots#nancy wheeler fluff oneshot#nancy wheeler x reader#nancy wheeler x reader fluff#nancy wheeler x you#nancy wheeler x y/n#nancy wheeler x gn!reader#nancy wheeler x female reader#reader insert
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I keep getting teary-eyed thinking about how season one Steve Harrington went to the Byers's house to apologize to Jonathan, not even knowing Nancy was there.
He literally ditched his friends and immediately started trying to fix the things that he actively did harm to. Starting with helping the man at the theater, then presumably, immediately after, went to Jonathan’s house to apologize. Steve actually wanted to make things right! He wanted to let Jonathan know that what he did–and said–wasn't okay, he knew he did something wrong.
That's why I loved him in season 1, and I was so fucking happy to see his character in the rest of the series evolve. Like he really is the babygirl, our redemption king, and I love that for him.
#im going to cry if anything happens to him in s5#steddie#steve harrington#jonathan byers#nancy wheeler#stranger things#this does have something to do with my steddie fic btw so like hint hint#a nice angsty p0rnwithplot abo steddie one shot
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Missed You Too
Missed You Too
Steve Harrington x reader
Summary: You finally kiss Steve.
A/N: Ok this is one that I posted on AO3 after the end of the last season. Obviously I had to write something good for Steve because they do my boy so dirty!! HE IS NOT SOMEONES SECOND CHOICE!! Hope you enjoy my loves <3!!
The past week was a blur. You didn’t expect your first college spring break to end with you racing back to Hawkins to see the aftermath of what Venca…? One…? Henry…caused. You didn’t want to entirely believe that the Upside Down still existed, that the gate was still open after you all fought so hard to close it time and time again. That’s why you chose to leave Hawkins in the first place, moving across the country to get away from the horrors of that small town.
But when Jonathan, Will, and Mike show up at your door, pleading for your help to find Eleven, you couldn’t just turn your back on them, not then, not ever.
You didn’t even know that Joyce, Eleven, and the boys moved to California shortly after you did. No one bothering to stay in touch, mostly you didn’t bother to stay in touch. Almost like you intentionally separated yourself from the people you were closest to. You would never admit it, blaming the lack of communication on school.
The truth was, you didn’t want to be part of Hawkins anymore. You didn’t want to fear for your life. The scar that Hawkins left on your soul made you paranoid, made it hard for you to live a normal life. Always looking over your shoulder, always ready for a fight.
The drive back was like riding a bike, you could drive it blind folded if you had to. Everyone thought it would be best if you drove the last bit as Jonathan was barely able to stay awake at this point. The tall, full trees lined the only road in and out of Hawkins. Car after car rushing to escape the town as disaster stuck only nights before.
Passing shelters, destroyed homes, police and media, all lining the streets trying to make sense of the situation. If only they knew the truth.
The car swings around the curb, braking suddenly outside of the Wheeler house. You never thought you would be here again, at least not in this lifetime. Pausing, white knuckling the steering wheel as you hear the van door slide open. Mike, Eleven, Will, Argyle and Jonathan exiting the vehicle to be reunited with loved ones again. You take your time getting out of the pizza van, not sure if you wanted to see them, not sure if they wanted to see you .
Finding yourself staying by the van with Argyle. He was new, didn’t know about Hawkins and was thrown into this mess similar to how you all were. How could he continue to want to be part of this? Your gaze drifts down, your chest heaving rapidly. Your feet glued to the ground, unable to move from your spot.
Closing your eyes, trying to regain a sense of self. It shouldn’t matter that you left then, it should only matter that you are here now . Some relief washing over as you repeat that you are here now, you are here now, you are here now. The held breath releasing as you scan the scene in front of you, the warm breeze picking up making you draw the wild strands of hair behind your ears.
You watch as Mike hugs his mom, her eyes tender and soft, thanking the gods for him to be returned safely, stating how he is never allowed to leave home again. Her hands never leave his body, afraid that if she lets go then he will disappear without a trace again.
Jonathan approaches Nancy, both unsure of their relationship, both yearning for a solution - but still they hug, the sweet embrace almost made up for the long, angry phone calls and the absence spring break trip.
Jonathan told you all about his Nancy problems, hoping you would be able to help. He didn’t like your answer of honesty and communication, joking how you were never honest with your true feelings for a certain Hawkins boy. Quietly commenting that you should have made a move a long time ago to get him to move on from Nancy.
After all this time, you couldn’t believe he was still hung up on her. But maybe he was supposed to move on. Move on to someone who he spent all his time with, to the person he’d drop by at their house unannounced, to the girl who was so tired of the neverending nightmares that she did everything she could to move as far away as possible. Even if it meant breaking the heart of the person she was supposed to end up with.
And there he was…
Boy, was he a sight for sore eyes. The green-blue sweater with the rolled up sleeves to the washed out blue jeans hugging his hips in all the right places. The way his hair was so delicately placed, too messy to be considered neat, too neat to be considered messy. His eyes heartbroken, full of pain and anger. Full of every ounce of love that he is willing to give away in a heartbeat. Your soul aching for him.
His hand placed on the back of his neck, clearly hurt from the unfolding scene between Nancy and Jonathan. Robin’s hand pressing gently on his back, guiding him away.
You weren’t surprised that he still had feelings for her. A little annoyed, yes, but not surprised in any way. He would always talk about her, the way she laughed and talked and smiled. And it made you so angry back then. Realizing that the anger never left.
He hasn’t noticed you yet, his eyes fixated on the ground. Probably hoping to finally disappear. You feel the same. You were two passing ships in the night too afraid to let the other one know you were there, constantly turning off your lights, constantly dropping your sails.
The situation between you both was left pretty rocky. You could never decipher the tension between you both, was it love or indifference? Steve was always there for you and even supported your decision to leave Hawkins, even if that meant never seeing you ever again.
You promised to call each other once a week, which did happen until once a week turned into once a month and once a month turned into dozens of missed calls on both ends. Leaving you both hopeless and alone. Both trying to figure out adulthood without the comfort of a childhood friend.
Before pushing your body away from the car, you look over at Argyle for some sort of friendly relief. After hearing Jonathan complain about you never making a move on Steve, Argyle has been constantly encouraging you since. To not wait for any guy to make the first move, to create your own future. You were surprised at his wisdom.
His kind smile helps ease your nerves as your feet move one in front of the other, your heart beating so loud you can hear it in your ears. The drowning noise of your blood rushing through your body almost makes you want to turn around. Run away like the first time - but you were tired of running. Tired of the ‘what if situation’ that danced between you and Steve. This was your moment and there was no way you were going to turn back. Not this time.
Walking down the driveway, Mrs.Wheeler silently thanks you for helping bring Mike back home safely. Her hand lightly squeezes yours as you pass. Your lips curl, barely a smile forming as your mind is elsewhere.
Nancy watches as you walk by, her body still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms. Her mouth barely parted, maybe she wanted to say something but immediately regretted his decision to make any comment. The strong bond between you both broke when she started to date Steve…then Jonathan. You were civil with one another but you’ve barely spoken a sentence in the past three years. Neither of you wanting to resolve your years-long battle.
Robin’s and Steve’s gaze are on you. Stopping right in front of the pair, realizing you didn’t have a plan once you got to this point. Robin instantly beaming that bright smile that you missed so much. Her hug was intentional, like she was trying to squeeze all the events of this past week out of you. Cleansing you of all the horrors. Your arms wrap around his waist, pulling her deeper, knowing you needed her in that moment. Her comfort washing over you, giving you the strength you so desperately needed. She releases you, arm's length away, her smile inviting and safe.
Your eyes shifting to Steve. Swearing in that moment that he was smiling but immediately covering it with a cough and a snatch on the nose.
She squeezes your shoulders before walking away, giving you and Steve a little alone time. Even if that alone time was in front of half your friends.
“Hey.” You exhale, the tension growing between the two of you. The air suddenly still as his eyes studying your face, his fingers twitching every so slightly.
In one swift movement, grabbing your wrist, pulling you in for a hug. The instant smell of his cologne filling your head, making you dizzy with the smell of home. No words needed to be spoken between the two of you. He was just glad you were safe, finally in his arms.
You missed him.
Not just this past week, but for the past 8 months. He pulls you in closer, his body finally relaxing against yours. The breath of fresh air was everything you both needed, everything you have ever wanted, and everything you will ever need.
In this moment, you were his and he was yours. Everything was right with the world. All the trouble of this past week washes away, your minds clearing, seeing a future with only the two of you.
You both pull back, speaking in a silent conversation. Neither of you know how to respond in this situation. Both of you felt the buzz, the electricity, the love.
After all this time, it felt like you never left. The feelings for Steve came crumbling back down. You thought this was your chance, your only chance . Your body makes the decision for you, as your hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips.
Your breath instantly intertwines with his, every inhale pulling him closer and closer. Your other hand balling up into the soft fabric of his sweater as he deepens into you. His hand catching your cheek, his lips soft and warm, gentle yet demanding. The craving of his touch on your skin sends heat waves throughout your body.
He takes his time, wanting to remember this moment. All the uncertain feelings, all the unfinished conversations, crashing down all around you both. Kissing him was the only way you could tell him everything you had kept in for all these years.
He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours, pure eyes as he whispers, “I missed you too.”
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i got you | steve harrington
word count: 3952
pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
summary: instead of max being cursed by vecna, it's you
warnings: light swearing, angst, mentions of suicide, fluff if you squint
notes: recently got into stranger things and steve harrington is quickly taking over my very being, plus i finished s4 a few days ago and needed to write this!! hope you like! not edited so all errors are my own
📼 cant take my eyes off you 📼
library
stranger things bookshelf
You’re just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off of you
“This is for you,” I handed a brown envelope to my best friend, his name scribbled on the front in my normal chicken scratch. He looked at me, confusion written into his features but I ignored it and looked away. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I passed another envelope to Max, Dustin, and then Lucas, each of them taking it from my hand hesitantly, the same confusion written in their features as Steve. “Oh, and these are for Robin, Will, El, and Mike so if you could… give it to them if you can ever contact them again.”
I handed four more envelopes off to Steve, who pulled them from my hand slowly. “What is this?” His eyes softened as he stared at me.
“It's um…” I hesitated to tell them but knew that I needed to. They would find out anyway soon so there was no harm in me telling them. “a fail-safe. For after. Just in case they… things don't work out.”
As much as I trusted Nancy and Robin, this plan of theirs was faulty. There was a higher chance of it not working than it actually working so I held no high hopes. If they found a way to save me from Vecna then great! But if not then I had letters full of all the things I needed to say but wouldn't be able to. I wanted to believe it would go off without a hitch but when has anything worked out in my favor? Almost never.
There was a small part of me that held high hopes but I didn't let it show. I couldn't let it show.
Steve stood from the couch and rounded the coffee table, never taking his eyes off of me. “It's gonna work.” He says so softly that I could feel my heart crack in my chest and I have to force back my tears. “It will work.” He sounded like he was convincing himself more than me.
I only nodded, knowing that if I spoke I wouldn't be able to hold in my sobs anymore and I refused to let him or the kids see me cry. Mainly the kids. I didn't need to alert them of how terrified I actually was of dying. They didn't need to know that every bone and cell in my body trembled with fear with every passing second.
“I wanna visit my mom and I need you to drive.” I turn to grab my bag, shoving the letter for my mom into it and sling it over my shoulder. Steve looks like he wants to protest but decides against it and pulls his keys out of his jacket pocket.
Without waiting, I rush outside and feverishly wipe at my face to get rid of the tears that forced their way out. I was leaning against Steve’s car, waiting patiently for them to come out when I heard the sounds of a clock chiming in the distance.
No.
Slowly turning my head, I could see the grandfather clock near the fence, its hands getting closer and closer to the twelve. I was running out of time and it was becoming increasingly more obvious.
God, I hope Robin and Nancy were making headway and knew how to save me. Dying at nineteen is not what I had planned. I had so many things I wanted to do and places I wanted to see but if I died tonight, I wouldn't get that chance. I wasn't okay with that and I was not okay with Vecna taking that away from me.
Turning my attention away from the clock, I met eyes with a frowning Steve. He didn't want to do this, I could tell, he just wanted to keep me inside and safe but that was the thing… nowhere was safe. Not outside or inside.
“Where are the kids?” I asked when I noticed that they weren't climbing into the backseat, fighting over who had to sit in the middle.
“Far from you.” He sneered, his words cutting through me like ice. “You honestly believe I’d let them near you after everything? Being near you would kill them.”
I stumbled back, staring at him in shock, his eyes dark and cold. This wasn't happening. He wouldn't say that to me ever. Especially today.
“What are you–? Steve, what are you talking about?”
“Don't you get it yet? Everything that had happened– everyone that has died or left, was all because of you. You make everyone around you miserable.” I shook my head, not believing anything that was being said. “Why do you think your mom killed herself and your dad left? It’s because they couldn't stand you.”
My heart dropped. This wasn't Steve… no, he would never say that. He wouldn't…
Steve has never done anything to hurt me on purpose and he wouldn't start now. “This isn't Steve.” I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut and willing myself to wake up from this vision.
I felt hands squeeze my shoulders and pushed back causing me to lose balance and fall against Steve’s car. “Your time is out, Y/N.”
“No! No!” I shouted and pulled my legs up to my chest, my hands covering my ears.
“Y/N!” I snapped my eyes open to find Steve– my Steve staring back at me, his eyes wide with panic. “You're okay, you're okay,” He repeated when he noticed my frazzled state, helping me up from where I was sitting on the ground and pulling me into his chest.
You’d be like Heaven to touch
I wanna hold you so much
At long last love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive
We arrived at the cemetery where my mother was buried just on the outskirts of town and I was quick to exit the car. I made it a few feet from the car when I heard Steve calling my name.
“Steve, please, just wait in the car.”
“Just wait. Y/N, please.” He pleads with me and takes a couple steps until he is standing right in front of me. “Just listen to me, please.” I don't say anything and he takes it as a sign to speak. “I know something happened back at the Wheeler's before we left. Was it Vecna?”
“No, I'm… I'm fine, Steve. I mean, as fine as someone who's about to die can be, at least.” I fiddled with the strap of my bag, looking down at the ground for a moment.
I couldn't handle him staring at me with those big eyes full of terror and confusion and hurt. I could handle a lot of things but seeing the way he looked at me wasn't something I could do today. If I somehow didn't die then maybe I could look him in the eyes again.
“You know you can talk to me. Right?” He asks softly.
“I know.”
“Then why… Why are you pushing me away? Especially today when all I want is to be near you and make sure you're safe.” He pulls his letter out from his back pocket. “Look, I don't need a letter. I don't want a letter. I just want my best friend to talk to me. I'm right here so please, just talk to me.”
I bite my bottom lip, not knowing what to say to him. What could I possibly say to make everything seem like it's okay? There was nothing because nothing was okay. Everything was a mess and my best friend was begging me to talk to him but I couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to. I couldn't tell him everything if I was just gonna die in the next few hours, it wouldn't be fair to him. To me.
“If Robin and Nance find a way to save me then I’ll tell you everything I wrote in that letter and more, okay? Just, for now, wait in the car. I won't be long.”
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
Pardon the way I stare
There's nothing else to compare
I sat cross legged in front of the headstone that read my mother’s name and pulled the letter I wrote her out of my pocket. I slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the single sheet of paper that said everything I needed to say. Gently unfolding the paper, I spoke, “Hey, mom. I'm sorry it's been a while, things here… they've been crazy. But uh, I don't know, I guess I wanted to stop by and tell you how much I miss you. Because I do, like, a lot. Every day I think of you and wonder what my life would look like if you didn't die so soon.” I smiled sadly and adjusted my position so I sat on my knees. It wasn't the most comfortable but my feet were beginning to fall asleep.
Taking a deep breath, I looked down at the paper and began reciting my words. “I often wonder how my life would've turned out if you had stayed with me a little longer. I imagine that we would've left Hawkins and you would've gotten that job you always wanted and met someone who could make you happy– happier than what you were. I liked to think that everything would be better but the truth is… I'm right where I'm supposed to be. I miss you like crazy and life hasn't been easy without you but I have the best friends I could ask for, even if most of them are children.” I pause to wipe away my tears. “I have Steve, Dustin, Max, Lucas, Will, Mike, Robin, Nancy, and El by my side, though El and Will live in California now, they're still two of my favorite people. I think you’d like El, she's a lot like you, Mom. Always finding a way to make the people around her happy like you did. She's just… she's the little sister I never got. Anyways… Granny is still as crazy as ever but misses you so much. She comes whenever she can but it's getting harder for her to move around. I think… I think she'll be joining you wherever you are soon, which hurts to think about but she's ready. I know she is. Pop is… gone. He left a while ago and we haven't heard from him. Granny was heartbroken but she's doing better. Uh… I finished high school and I'm taking the year to figure out what I want to do like you always told me I could. Granny isn't happy about it but she understands. And…” I look around, taking another deep breath to steady myself.
It was always hard to visit my mom's grave knowing that I could've done something to save her. If I had just stayed home that night like she wanted me to instead of going to Steve’s, she would probably still be here.
“Some things are happening now and I'm really scared… like, really scared. I don't want to die, Mom. I don't want to leave these people but if I do, I hope I get to see you again. I love you, Mom, and I should’ve said it more and I'm sorry I didn't. And I'm sorry I didn't stay home that night like you wanted. I should've and I'm so fucking sorry. Love your daughter, Y/N.” I wiped under my eyes and sucked in a breath of air while I folded the letter and placed it back in the envelope. I moved to place it on the ground when the sky above me turned gray.
I looked around in terror and heard the familiar sound of a clock chiming and a terrifying laugh followed by the sound of my name. I turned towards the source and saw my mom walking towards me, her wrists dripping with blood. I stood from the ground and gulped in fear.
“You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear those words. But that's not true, is it, my sweet girl? You had a bad feeling all day and yet… you still left. Maybe you knew what I was going to do and didn't care enough. Maybe you wanted me gone.” She took a step closer and I backed away.
“Mom, that's not… that's not true.” I sobbed.
My blood was cold and my bones were trembling. She wasn't here. This is Vecna. This isn't… it isn't real.
“That's why you left the house that night. It's okay, you can admit it. There's no more need to hide the truth.” She continued, taking big strides forward while I continued to walk backwards trying to tell her it wasn't true.
I didn't want her to die. She was my favorite person on the planet but Steve and I had been planning a night out for so long that I left despite her begging me to stay. God, I should've stayed. I never should have left.
Why couldn't I be a good daughter and stay home? It was a simple request and I fought her on staying home. I left for the entire night and when I got home…she was lying in her bed with her wrists slit and a note on her bedside table. It wouldn't have happened if I just stayed.
Maybe it was my fault.
Maybe a part of me knew and wanted her gone but that wasn't…. That couldn't be it. There was no way I could have known, there were no warning signs but I was barely home that year so I couldn't have seen them even if I tried.
“You can tell me, sweet girl. You can tell me how much you wanted me gone…”
“No, it's not true, I swear.” I backed up in a tree and screwed my eyes shut. This wasn't real.
Wake up, Y/N… come on, wake up.
I felt my mom’s breath hit my cheek and let out a sob opening my eyes but instead of my mom being in front of me, it was blue eyes staring at me and a large charred hand reaching out to grab me. I ducked and ran.
There had to be a way out.
I saw a flicker of red and slowed to a walk. It was like a storm but there wasn't any rain, instead there were floating pieces of a house and I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“What are you doing here?” A demonic voice asked, sending a shiver down my spine. I ignored it and kept walking but sped up my pace until I reached what looked like a burnt down forest with a few trees left standing and looked around.
I walked closer to the tree in front of me and let out a gut wrenching scream when I saw Chrissy Cunningham’s body trapped in a tree, her bones clearly broken and her mouth wide open in a scream. I fell back as I stumbled and found myself leaning back against another tree, looking up I saw a body in a similar position to Chrissy’s but this was a man. It was Fred Benson, a senior with Nancy who died yesterday.
“Do you like my collection? You'll be joining them very soon.”
Vecna.
I scrambled up onto my feet and took off in the other direction but a vine wrapped itself around my ankle pulling me back to the ground and dragging me until it threw me into a tree. A vine wrapped around my throat, choking me while I struggled to break free from the ones wrapped around my wrists.
A soft melody began to ring in my ears but I was too focused on Vecna’s approaching figure but the sound of Steve yelling my name made me tear my eyes away from the demon in front of me. I watched as hole opened up in the red sky and saw my friends crouching next to my body, yelling at me to wake up.
“We’re right here! Y/N, come on!” I heard Steve shout, the melody that was ringing in my ears became increasingly louder and I recognized it to be my favorite song.
The sight of you leaves me weak
There are no words left to speak
“They can't help you, Y/N.” Vecna turned his head away from the opening and sneered, “there's a reason you hide from them.”
But if you feel what I feel
Please let me know that it's real
The vine tightened around my neck and I gasped for the air I desperately needed. “You belong here. With me.”
“You aren't here.” I rasped, tearing my eyes away from the opening I wanted to run to so badly. I didn't want to be here anymore. I wanted to be out there with my friends and tell Steve all the things I needed to say.
I needed to tell him that I have been desperately in love with him for as long as I could remember and I couldn't die before I got that chance. I wrote it all in the letter but I really didn't want him to find out when I'm dead.
“Oh, but, I am.” The vines tightened. “I am.” He reached his claw-like hands out to my face and I tried to lean back.
You're just too good to be true
Can't take my eyes off you
I could faintly hear my friends shouting my name, begging me to wake up and I felt more tears slip from my eyes. Vecna’s hand got closer to my face and I could see the opening between the space in his fingers, my body was floating and the others were trying to drag me back down but I was too far up.
The time to wake up was now.
I thought of the conversation I had with Steve before I went to my mom's grave. I thought of the way my heart broke when I saw his eyes lined with unshed tears and the terror he was hiding. I thought of the first day I met him when I was six and how big he smiled when I asked if he wanted to be my friend and share my snacks since he was sitting alone at recess with nothing. I thought of the middle school dance when I was all alone during a slow dance and he left his date to dance with me. It was the moment I knew I loved him and that I would for a lifetime.
I love you, baby
And if it's quite alright
I thought of when I first met the kids. They had been running from some people from Hawkin’s lab and came pounding on my front door begging me to let them in and I did. They were so grateful and kept coming around. It was annoying at first but then I realized I didn't mind it as much as I once did.
I need you, baby
To warm a lonely night
I thought of when I took Max and El out shopping when they were pissed at Mike and Lucas. She wasn't supposed to be out in public like that for her protection but I knew she would be safe and that she needed to get out of that cabin for a couple hours. She had her first sleepover that night and she was so happy.
I love you, baby
Trust me when I say
I thought of when I first met Robin. We got acquainted quickly considering we were trapped in a secret russian base trying to find out what they were planning. She quickly became one of my best friends.
Steve and I kept trying to help her find a girlfriend but it was proving to be hard but it was fun to annoy her with.
Oh, pretty baby
Don't bring me down I pray
I could feel the life slipping out of me but I needed to keep going. I had to keep going.
Steve crossed my thoughts again. This time it was a memory of when we had our first fight. It was something so stupid but I couldn't help but pick a fight over it because I was jealous. I was jealous of how much time he was spending with Nancy despite them dating.
Like I said, it was stupid.
We didn't talk for days after and it hurt. It hurt like hell not having him to talk to everyday even if it was for a little bit. A little bit I could handle but never? That was something I couldn't handle.
I closed my eyes tightly and let all my favorite memories of my friends flash through my head.
Hearing them shout my name through the opening again laced with more desperation than before gave me the strength I needed to rip at Vecna’s neck causing him to let me go as he stumbled back in pain with a shout. I fell to the ground and forced myself into my feet, running as quickly as I could. I didn't want to spend another second here.
The melody ringing in my ears picked up as I ran and dodged the falling bricks that were aimed at me. I nearly got hit a couple of times but I forced myself to continue running.
My knees started to burn but I couldn't stop. I was too close. I was almost out.
Oh, pretty baby, now that I found you, stay
Oh, pretty baby, trust in me when I say…
The closer I got, I could see Steve frantically reaching for me with tears streaming down his cheeks as he screamed my name, begging me to come back to him. My heart clenched and I ran faster than I ever had in my life.
Suddenly I felt myself falling and my ass hit the ground as arms wrapped themselves tightly around me. I breathe in the familiar scent of Steve’s cologne followed by the soothing sound of voice. “I got you. I got you, love.”
I let out a sob and held onto his forearm with my hands, gripping tightly like he was my lifeline. I felt the others put their hands on my legs, they were either laughing or crying or both but I didn't want to open my eyes, scared that I would be back in that place with Vecna.
“I got you,” Steve murmured once more and I felt his lips press against my head and I squeezed his arm tighter.
“We should get going. Robin and Nancy are meeting us back at the house.” Dustin spoke up, breaking the silence that fell upon our group. The hands that were on my legs left and I reluctantly opened my eyes just in time for Steve to slowly remove his arms from around me and start standing.
I stood slowly, brushing off the dirt from my pants and took a moment to collect myself.
“Let’s get outta here.” Steve grabbed my hand and let me lean against him as we walked back to the car with Can't Take My Eyes Off You still playing through my walkman and my eyes heavy with exhaustion. My muscles ached beyond belief but it was proof that I survived.
I may have survived Vecna today but I knew it was far from over.
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Nancy: I have the house to myself tonight if you want to come over later.
Robin (not picking up on the cues at all): I can’t. Steve has a date tonight.
Nancy (visibly confused): No, I wasn’t planning on inviting Steve. I meant we could do something together. Just you and me.
Robin (still oblivious to the fact that there are even social cues to be picking up, let alone what they are): I know, but he needs me there to help him get ready. He can’t settle on an outfit by himself to save his life and if I’m not there to give him advice, then he’s bound to say something stupid like five minutes into the date.
Nancy: [just stares at her in silence for a moment while she tries to mentally link the smooth and cocky Steve she dated to the version of him Robin’s talking about that apparently can’t pick out a shirt without her there for emotional support]
Robin: And I’d come over once he’s on his date, but he’s been in a real slump lately and there’s like an 80% chance that he’s going to sneak off to a pay phone and call me to see if I have any idea how to get things back on track for him. So I’m going to have to take a rain check.
Nancy: Okay....?
Later the same day
Steve: You have got to be kidding me, Robin. She was asking you out!
Robin: What? No way. There is no way Nance was asking me out.
Steve: Come on. I have the house to myself if you want to do something tonight. Do you know how many times I've used that line?
Robin: No. And I don't want to... And I really don't think that's the way that she meant it.
Steve: Well, there's only one way to find out. I'm dropping you off at her place on my way.
#Might make a one-shot out of this at some point if it sticks in my head#Ronance#Robin Buckley#Nancy Wheeler#Steve Harrington#Stranger Things#ST#ST4#Platonic with a capital P#Platonic Stobin#Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley#Mine
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RONANCE APPRECIATION WEEK
day five: favorite scene / details
You do know that Steve and I are, like, totally not a thing, right?
Stranger Things, Season 4
Ep. 3 | Chapter Three: The Monster and the Superhero
#strangerthingsedit#ronance#ronanceweek#ronancedaily#netflixedit#nancywheeleredit#robinbuckleyedit#Stranger Things#Nancy Wheeler#Robin Buckley#*gif#*gr#*sthings#*mine#long post#gratuitous shots of#hands#Robin's patches#sharp canines#this totally counts as one scene
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Kinktober 2022 | Mommy kink
Pairing: collegeroommate!Nancy Wheeler x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader finds out Nancy’s secret kink and takes advantage.
Contains: top!Reader, bottom!Nancy, mommy kink, bondage, strap-on sex, lil bit of overstimulation 18+, Minors DNI!
A/N: I love top!Reader she’s a fucking menace.
“Mommyyyy.” Nancy wailed in her sleep as she shuffled and wrapped her arm round you tighter.
It took everything in you not to jump in surprise and knock the sleeping beauty off of you. Suddenly, you lost all interest in doing your compulsory reading for your 8am class. A smirk danced across your lips as you ran your hand up and down her back.
She whined slightly, squirming against your body desperately, still asleep yet somehow determined to be as close to you as possible. Whatever it was that she was dreaming about, she was clearly having a good time.
And you were going to have a good time with it when she woke up.
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Nancy bounced up and down aimlessly on your strap. Her pretty lilac thong had been used to tie her hands behind her back which she squirmed against, making her breasts bounce. The constraints restricted her balance and you compensated by keeping your hands rested on her hips to guide her movements.
She blushed uncontrollably; she hadn’t stopped ever since you’d made her confess her secret kink to you. Although, clearly, you got as much out of it as she did.
“Mommy, please.” She begged, having been made to fuck herself on your cock for what felt like hours. The poor little thing was agitated and exhausted.
“What, babygirl?” You asked simply, kneading the soft skin of her hips and ass. “Use your words, Nance.”
“It’s too much, mommy!” She pleaded, further shuffling her body against her restraints. “Let me please you now.”
Strong, intelligent and forceful Nancy Wheeler had been reduced to a tied up, fucked out mess. The very notion of it made you chuckle.
“But you are pleasing me, babygirl.” You cooed, reaching up to brush her brown curls out of her face and put your hand on her warm, flushed cheek. “Letting me use you like this is pleasing me very much.”
At this she whined out from the ache in her hips and thighs which persisted with each movement. Her body shone with sweat while her chest and cheeks had turned a raw red colour with flush.
She looked fucking perfect.
“Let me help you, babygirl. I think you want to cum, don’t you?” You asked, flashing her a sly grin.
“Yes please, mommy. I wanna cum!” She replied, bobbing her head up and down frantically. There was no appreciation of just how loud she was being - she probably didn’t care.
“Careful, baby. If you say that loud enough then every student on campus will know you like calling me mommy - that you’re nothing but a baby that needs to be fucked. Is that what you want?” You teased her as you repositioned yourself to start thrusting upwards into her with an incredible force, completely changing the pace from what she had been used to moments prior.
Nancy was unable to answer you as the sudden increase in pace made her lose her balance and she fell forward, landing with her head in your shoulder. Unable to pull herself back up due to her tied wrists, she stayed put and mewled into your neck as you pounded into her.
“Mommy knows it’s a lot, baby. But you need to give me one more then I’ll let you go, okay? Be a good girl for mommy and cum.” You told her sweetly, in sharp contrast with how roughly you were fucking her. Looking over her shoulder you spied her bound hands flexing and then balling into fists, evidently trying to cope with all the stimulation.
When Nancy didn’t answer you but instead, continued to whine into your neck, you reached your hand between her legs and began to rub her sensitive bundle of nerves with your thumb. That inspired an answer out of her.
“Mommy! Oh my god!” She heaved out with a guttural moan which had you biting your lip to stifle your giggle. God, she was so cute like this.
It was only a matter of time when you gripped on her hip to hold her in place and doubled down on your endeavour with her clit before she would cum. Nancy writhed against you to create as much friction as possible. It was truly a stellar effort from her, and all the while she made herself hoarse with her screams.
“Mommy- I’m gonna- fuck! Right there! Mommy!” She shrieked as she felt the white heat from her orgasm completely overwhelm her body. She was so far gone at this point that she couldn’t have cared less about who heard her call you mommy. You owned her and she would freely admit that to anyone to continue feeling this good.
Her eyes rolled back into her head and she began to see stars. Her legs quivered and trembled atop your body and you could see the sex flush begin to appear on her thighs too. You had completely ruined her.
As she calmed down, she breathed heavily into your neck while you moved your hand from her clit and held her close - still tied up and with your silicone cock nestled deep inside her. A gentle reminder that you did in fact, own her.
The only sound surrounding the room was Nancy’s haphazard breathing until all of a sudden, there was banging on the walls coming from the dorm next door.
“Hey! Can you two sort out your weird family shit with a therapist! Some of us have a paper due in the morning!” The familiar voice of your friend, Linda shouted.
You laughed the comment off but you could feel the embarrassment radiate off poor Nance.
“Shut up.” She mumbled against the skin of your neck, burying her head in it to hide her own humiliation. A hand raised and cracked down harshly on her ass making her wince and jump simultaneously. You smirked in amusement at how quickly you’d put her in her place.
“Don’t tell mommy what to do, babygirl.”
#Nancy wheeler#Nancy Wheeler x reader#nancy wheeler x female reader#nancy wheeler x fem!reader#nancy wheeler x yn#nancy wheeler x you#Nancy Wheeler fanfiction#Nancy Wheeler one shot#Nancy Wheeler imagine#Nancy Wheeler drabble#stranger things#kinktober#stranger things fanfiction#natalia dyer x female reader#Natalia dyer#Natalia dryer fanfiction#st fandom#st fanfic#Nancy Wheeler fanfic#fruity four#lgbt reader#wlw fanfic#wlw imagine
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Weekend- Nancy Wheeler
Pairing: Nancy Wheeler x Reader
Characters: Nancy Wheeler
Warnings: N/A
Request: Anon- Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things) + “Hug” please? Thank you!! 🖤
Word Count: 509
Author: Charlotte
Dating whilst in high school had some convenience. For a large percentage of your week, you were in forced proximity of classes, giving you reason to be with each other for so long before you could spend extra time together outside of school hours. With your finals coming up, that time within the school building were valuable as nearly ever other minute was spent doing extra studying.
You shared most of your classes with your girlfriend Nancy which meant you could share whispers of sweet nothings or exchange glances whilst taking in the content of classes, whilst using the time in between to truly catch up and steal a moment to yourselves. You had so many plans for your futures together but for now you knew that you both needed to do well in your exams for there to even be a future for the two of you to share. It would have been amazing to spend the hours after school on dates or using your weekends to explore further afield than your small town, but those were the things that were helping keep you sane through the never-ending studying.
Friday afternoons had become the hardest. You would have two days of being away from Nancy and although you’d share a phone call at least once in that time, you knew that wasn’t going to be satisfactory and you would still long to be beside her.
The two of you headed out amongst the crowd of fellow students, heading over to your cars that were parked beside one another, your fingers interlaced as you headed there.
“Only five more weeks and then we can have our weekends back,” you sighed.
She gave you a weak smile. Nancy struggled as much as you did with the separations that exams had forced on you, but she was far more optimistic about what would come.
“That’s not too bad,” she smiled. “Once finals are done and out of the way, we have all summer before we head off to college and even then, we’ll be in a new city together and won’t have important exams for a while.”
You shrugged your shoulders, not caring as much about the positives that the future could hold, if you were upset currently.
“That doesn’t make this weekend any easier,” you huffed. “I need to cover the rest of our physics modules this weekend and all I’ll be able to think about is that we could have gone out for a movie instead.”
Nancy wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace, one that you would desperately miss until you saw her again on Monday.
“I believe in you,” she smiled, turning to unlock her car. “And if you need any help, you know you can call me, I got a 97 on the practice exam.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll call you.”
You unlocked your own car, turning back one last time to look at your girlfriend as she slipped into the driver’s seat.
“I love you, speak to you tonight,” she said.
“Love you too.”
#Weekend#Anon#Request#Nancy Wheeler#Nancy Wheeler Imagine#Nancy Wheeler One Shot#Stranger Things#Stranger Things One Shot#Stranger Things Imagine#Charlotte
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hoh nancy wheeler
(tagging @netflixnormalthings for their awesome research and screenshots and @lumaxramblings bc we had Many discussions abt hoh nancy)
so a few weeks ago i made this post, about nancy not wearing earplugs and using the shotgun (and guns in general over the seasons) and how this affected her hearing. but then it really did get me thinking: why don't we see more content about hard of hearing nancy wheeler?
i see hoh steve all the time, which is fair! steve has gotten his fair share of head trauma and no doubt has problems from this. (and i do love hoh steve! don't get me wrong!) but i rarely see anything about hoh nancy, even though she has consistently dealt with firearms since season 1 without the proper ear protection.
just for reference: whispering is around 30 decibels, normal speaking voices around 60 db, and anything above 70 db for extended amounts of time will start to damage the ear, and anything over 120 db will cause immediate damage to the ears.
for reference: in season 4, nancy fires the shotgun four times while blasting vecna out of the window. in season 3, she fires hoppers shotgun a few times during the fight at the cabin, and this doesn't include firing at billy or the fireworks they all set off inside starcourt (which, should've given them all a little hearing damage, if we're honest).(fireworks decibels + info under the cut!) nor does it account for the times she shot at the demogorgon in season 1.
anyway, the point is: there is no way that nancy is not hard of hearing. firing a shotgun once without protection is enough to blow your hearing out, but four times? and it's not even the first time she's dealt with firearms. she's shown to be one of the most, if not the most, proficient with guns. noise induced hearing loss is a very real thing, it damages the hair cells within the ear--these cannot grow back. and shotguns breach the threshold where just one close and sudden exposure can cause instant and permanent hearing loss.
there isn't much else for me to say here, this was really just a comprehensive guide, or even "proof" that nancy should be hard of hearing, or at least a wider accepted headcanon than it is. give me nancy, who, after even season 1, starts to have a hard time hearing what other people are saying, and learns to read lips instead. give me stubborn nancy who won't admit that there's anything wrong, that she can hear just fine, thank you, and she doesn't need help. i know nancy typically has the best hearing out of the main cast, usually the one who hears the danger first, but i don't know...it just seems more plausible to me for nancy to be hard of hearing.
#stranger things#nancy wheeler#hoh nancy#idk i just think it should be a bigger headcanon! i've only read one fic with hoh nancy in it and :((( it makes me so sad.#uhhhh i don't really know what else to tag this as lol#st headcanons#i guess?#anyway. it's just something to consider!!!#not going to tag this as ronance bc it's not but i know yall would Get It#also i added links to like the cdc and a few other websites just to back it up so if they don't work pls lemme know!!#ok thank u <3#i also feel like i should make this disclaimer again lmao: i have shot a shotgun b4 without ear plugs. IT WILL BLOW YOUR HEARING OUT
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wish i hated you instead
summary : it was hard being in love with your best friend especially when your friends were meddling and your 'adopted' kid spilled the beans.
pairing : steve harrington x reader
warnings : language, angst
author's note : hey hey hey!! my first time writing for steve bby, hope i do him justice!! also listen to back to friends by lauren spencer-smith for feels, it really vibes with this!! get ready for hella angst <3
also, spoiler free!!
tagged : @ateliefloresdaprimavera @taken-by-the-wind @freaky-dcaky
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y/n y/l/n had a lot of regrets in her life and having this conversation with her best friend was the biggest one.
"all i'm saying is, just ask her, okay? subtlety, alright? subtlety."
y/n sighed frustratedly as she rolled her eyes and stacked the last of the cassettes on the stand.
"steve. steve. steveee," y/n dragged out the 'e' as she looked him in the eye, hands on his shoulders. "she has a boyfriend. boy-friend. not a friend who is a boy, a boy who she is more than friends with, yeah? and the last time i checked, she's happy with him, he's happy with her, they're both happy with eachother and everyone's fucking happy. let's not ruin that, shall we?"
"i know that, okay?" steve said irritated, "but these past few days have been different. like she's looking at me with this look and lemme tell you, its not friendly. and like, i just wanna know. if she's not into me, i'll move on."
"and if she is?" y/n questioned, already knowing the answer.
"then," steve pointedly avoided her stare, choosing to look at the cassettes, "we'll see."
"no, we won't, okay?" y/n said, moving to stand behind the counter, steve on the opposite side of it. "cause we are not doing anything. i'm not asking her, okay? move the fuck on. you spent weeks if not months getting over her, you can't ruin that by getting back with her. what happened to your character development the past few years?"
"character development-?" steve asked, puzzled.
"that's all you got from that?!"
"i wasn't focusing on that- that speech!"
"i fucking swear, steven-" y/n began again only to be cut off by steve.
"look, just ask her okay? vaguely. tell her that you've been noticing the way she's been looking at me, and you just wanna know, 'kay?" steve pleaded, watching her with eyes filled with desperation.
y/n wanted to say no, she really wanted to. but when he looked at her with those puppy eyes, she found herself unable to say anything. she couldn't possible have said that she liked, no- loved him. not when he liked someone else and that someone was not her. it couldn't be her.
she was his best friend. that's all.
he was there for her.
she was there for him.
she loved him.
he did love her.
just not in the way she desparately wanted him to.
and which is why y/n found herself surprised after agreeing.
"...yes," y/n sighed, the weight on her chest suddenly feeling like a ton. "i will talk to her, just once. and if she doesn't reciprocate," she air-quoted the word 'reciprocate', "anything, you'll move on."
"yes! yes! and yes. i will," steve pumped his fist into air, running around the counter to hug y/n.
"yeah, yeah. you can let go of me now. and stand at least 3 feet away from me, you know human contact makes me wanna vomit," y/n said, but she loved the hugs steve gave.
"i swear to god, y/l/n," steve grinned at her with his stupid, charming and adorable grin, "you're the best."
"i know," y/n said, smiling when she turned to organise the things on the counter.
"no, seriously," steve protested, "like the best. i know i make you do all this all the time, but like thank you. i love you and you're my best friend. and i'm so lucky for that."
y/n ignored the sting in her chest at his words but smiled sincerely at him when she turned back.
"of course, steve. i'd do anything for my best friend."
so yeah, y/n had a lot of regrets in her life. and not telling her best friend how she felt probably topped the list.
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"you know, you're like the most stupid person i've ever met."
"thanks, robin," y/n said dryly as she picked at her nails. "that's exactly what i wanted to hear."
"no, like, the fuck. what the hell, y/n/n," robin exclaimed as she looked at her best friend in disbelief. "you had the perfect opportunity to tell that dingus how you felt. the opportunity was wrapped in gold with candy around it, why the fuck didn't you take it?"
"it was just an opportunity, alright," y/n rolled her eyes. "not a perfect one. how could i've told him that i liked him when he told me that he liked someone else and wanted me to talk to them? like how?"
"first off, love, not like. you love him. second, you should've told him," robin spoke again after taking a pause. "and even if you didn't, you should've told him that you weren't gonna talk to nancy. it's gonna break your heart of she says that she likes him. you know that, don't you, babe?"
"i do, robin, i do," y/n sighed tiredly. "it's just, i think he really likes nancy, hell, even love. and i don't wanna ruin that. i don't wanna ruin him and i. he's been my best friend since forever and i can't lose him, no. i'd rather keep it to myself just so i can keep him. otherwise, i'd lose him. and i can't have that."
robin looked at y/n with such sad eyes that y/n wanted to cry. she was pathetic, she knew that. and it was anyone else, she would've moved on already. she would've never been this hung over someone. but steve wasn't just anyone, he was steve harrington. her steve.
he was the one who walked to her in pre-school and offered her his crayons when she broke hers. he was the one who took her to middle school dance when her crush didn't ask her. he was the one who spent days looking for white roses in hawkins when she mentioned that she loved them.
and just like that, y/n fell in love at the age of 12 and here she was, at 19, still dealing with it.
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"y/n!"
y/n looked up from her book to see nancy waving at her from across the cafeteria.
"hey nancy!"
the wheeler girl sat next to her, placing her tote bag on the table.
"steve said that you wanted to talk to me?" nancy questioned as she pulled out her book out of her bag.
"he did?" y/n asked confused, but then she looked behind nancy.
and there was steve, waving his hands wildly as he gestured toward nancy.
y/n shot him a glare but smiled when she looked at nancy, who was visibly confused.
"he did, yeah," y/n said, internally panicking. "yeah, i wanted to talk to you. about... steve."
"yeah, what about him?" nancy asked, looking intrigued.
"well, you know, you're my best friend. and steve's my best friend," y/n said, carefully, "and i've just been noticing that- that you've started hanging out more with him and like, i don't know, maybe i'm reading too much into it, but do you like him? i know you and him have history and it's completely okay if you do, just what about jonathan? he's my friend too and you're both my friends, you and steve, and i don't want any of you to get hurt-"
"y/n!" nancy interrupted, "i'm just hanging out more with steve because you've been busy with your clubs and it's not like i don't like him. i do. but not in that way. i'm happy with jonathan and i love him. i do love steve but in a platonic way. and it's okay, i see where you're coming from. if i was in your place, i would've thought the same thing, okay? you're fine. and no, i don't like steve romantically."
"okay, yeah. yeah, yeah, yeah," y/n said, her heart feeling fluttery, feeling her chest lighten in days. she wondered if this made her horrible person.
"but i know that you do like him."
"what? what-what? huh?" y/n looked uncomfortable as she looked anywhere but at nancy. "what makes you think that?"
"um, hello?" nancy waved her hand in front of y/n's eyes, "you. like. steve. you always give him your pringles, claiming that you don't like them. you love them. you used be at all his games in high school, every single one. you're always at his door, whenever he needs you. you don't like him, y/n/n, no. you love him. and i'm pretty sure he loves you too."
"you-you think so?" y/n asked as she looked at y/n with so much hope in her eyes that nancy wanted to hug her. "it's just, he hasn't said, done or even indicated towards feeling anything towards me. i just- don't know."
"hey," nancy said gently as she moved to hold her hand in hers, "he loves you, y/n. i'm sure he does. and if he doesn't, it's his loss. you're an amazing woman and anyone will be so lucky to call you 'mine'. you get me? you should tell him. you'll feel better if you do. and you'll get closure if he doesn't reciprocate."
"yeah, yeah," y/n said as she squeezed nancy's hand. "i'll talk to him. i will, i promise."
"tell me how it goes, 'kay?" nancy said as she stood up any hugged y/n rightly before going back to the editor's room.
after a while, y/n too stood up to make her way to hellfire club to give mike, dustin, lucas and eddie their lunch.
she walked sluggishly, having steve on her mind.
just like always.
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"hey y/l/n!'
y/n sighed, closing her eyes, wishing that when she opened them, she would be alone in the store.
"open your fucking eyes."
"steve," y/n greeted him flatly.
"y/n," steve mimicked her tone. "did you talk to nancy? you did. what'd she say?"
"she said- well, she, um-," y/n stumbled over her words. afterall, it wasn't everyday that you had to tell your best friend that their ex didn't like them back. "look, steve-"
"is it bad?" steve frowned. "oh, my god. it's bad, isn't it? i knew she didn't like me. i knew it. ugh! god, i was so stupid."
"hey," y/n spoke gently, coming across the counter to make him look at her, "you aren't stupid, okay? she said that she got where i was coming from, you know. like me asking about you and her and that it's okay. it's just, she's happy with jonathan and she likes you steve. just not- not romantically. i am sorry."
"no, you have nothing to apologise for," steve said, looking at her, "it's me who should be sorry. i just- like i spent months getting over her and i don't- i don't even know why i hoped she liked me. i just, i think i was way too desparate to have someone be there for me, you know. like a significant other or some shit. and i just completely blew it out of proportion. and i'm sorry, y/n."
"it's okay, steve," y/n smiled at him, "it's okay. what do you say, wanna have a movie night? just the two of us? robin is out with vicky tonight, so it'll be just us. if not, that's completely fine-"
"yeah, let's have a movie night," steve smiled back. "it's been so long, and i missed this tradition of ours."
"same."
they kept looking at eachother for a few seconds before steve wrapped his arms around y/n abruptly, making her jump before she hugged him back. just a tightly.
steve sighed softly as he tightened his grip on her and y/n rubbed his back comfortingly. the two stayed like that for at least 3 minutes and would've stayed there for more of not for the bell that signalled a customer's arrival.
or in this case, dustin's arrival.
"steve! y/n! you forgot to pick me up, again! like what the actual fuck, you guys? i cannot believe you both-" dustin stopped in the middle of his hissy fit as he took in y/n and steve.
both of them were looking anywhere but at dustin, clearly embarassed that he caught them like that. dustin kept looking at them dumbfounded before he found his voice back and nothing could've prepared y/n and steve for whatever sentences he spoke next. nothing.
"oh. my. god. i cannot believe it, you guys are together! i've been waiting for this for so long. i thought i'd grow old waiting for you to get together," dustin exclaimed as he waved his hands around speaking so fast that it took a moment for the words to register in the adults' brain.
"no! we're not together-"
"what the fuck, henderson-"
dustin paid them so heed as he continued to speak fast and wave his arms around to punctuate.
"...so, y/n. guess you finally told him how you felt huh? fucking finally! i was getting so irritated listening to you whine about steve like nancy, steve being oblivious as fuck or steve having a-fucking-mazing hair," dustin grinned at them, having no idea the damage his words caused.
"what?" steve whispered as he looked dumbly at y/n and dustin and back at y/n.
"what the actual fuck, dusty?" y/n glared at the kid, not actually being mad cause that kid didn't know.
"oops?"
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"i'm sorry, okay?!"
"why- why didn't you tell me? why?" steve glared at y/n. "i thought so secrets between us? that was just bullshit now, wasn't it?"
"hey, i never lied to you. i just didn't tell you how i felt because i thought you didn't like me back. and i was clearly right about it," y/n said, swallowing the lump in her throat. it was getting harder to fight without bursting in tears and she didn't wanna do that in front of steve.
"and what about nancy? was it the truth? that she didn't like me back or was it something you cooked up because of your embarassing crush on me?" steve spoke harshly, not realising what he had said until it was too late.
"i'd never do that! i want you to be happy, steve. i do. and i'm not gonna lie about who likes you or who doesn't just cause i like you," y/n said, her voice so soft because she knew, if she raised it, it'd crack and she'd cry.
"why do you like me? why do you have to like me? why couldn't it be anyone else, huh? why the fuck does it have to be my best friend?" steve said as he threw his hands up in the air.
the two were in steve's room, having closed up the store early and driving up to his house in cold silence.
y/n had left reluctantly with steve after assuring dustin countless times that she wasn't mad at him. she was dreading the conversation that was gonna take place and rightfully so.
they were standing face to face, steve's face red from anger, y/n's gaze down because she couldn't bare to look at him.
"i'm sorry. i-i really am sorry," y/n spoke after a while. "i like you, steve. you're my best friend and i wanted it to be more. and i'm sorry that you had to find out this way but i'm not sorry for liking you."
steve looked at her and sat on his bed. he ran his through his hair, sighing frustratedly.
"i think you should go."
y/n's heart skipped several beats when steve uttered those words, questions running through her mind.
what did it mean for them? was their friendship over? did y/n lose him? was steve never gonna talk to her again? did he hate her?
"look, steve," y/n said, not bothering to hide the tears at bay in her eyes, "i don't wanna lose you over my feelings. i'll get over them, i swear. just- just please, you were my first friend. i can't lose you."
steve didn't look at her.
"you should go, y/n."
y/n looked at the carpeted floor before nodding softly.
"yeah, of course," y/n spoke, moving towards the door. "take care of yourself, steve. please."
just in case she won't be around to do anymore. just in case they lose eachother, if they haven't already.
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