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stvolanis · 3 months

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saw the post about cutesy smut and im thinking like,,, cutesy smut is such a nancy wheeler thing in a coquette way ykwim? im thinking youre both super friendly with each other cause youre practically best friends who are dating each other with tons of quick kisses and soft touches and giggly makeout sessions and really sweet movie cuddles and eating each other out at one of your houses during sleepovers like UGGH 🎀😩

OMG I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THISSS!! I made both reader and Nancy subs in this because I thought that would be a cute idea, hope you don’t mind💕💕

Strawberry kisses

(one-shot)

PAIRINGS: Sub!Nancy Wheeler x Sub!Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Nancy & reader are basically FWB, foul language, honestly just fluff and cutesy little things

NSFW WARNINGS: cunnilingus, breast play, fingering, making out, praise, scissoring

Nancy Wheeler had to be the prettiest girl you knew.

Her hair, once long, was now short and curly, rested a little above her shoulders. It made her neck look inviting as you watched her click on a necklace with a heart locket on it. The necklace you gifted her about a year ago, a celebratory gift for her 18th birthday. There wasn’t a day after that she didn’t wear it, only removing it when she was going to take a shower or sleep.

You were kids together, girls together, and now you were women together. You’ve been with her for every birthday, every Christmas, and every heartbreak. The most notorious being Steve Harrington; the man you hated since the day you met him. Always an asshole.

You hated him so badly because you knew she deserved better. Someone who could treat her better. Someone like you.

But, nonetheless, you sat and comforted her through it and effectively helped her through the breakup—and only then had she realized just how much she loved you; and not in a friendly way. In a “I want to hold you while we kiss in the rain and then go home and sleep together” kinda way.

She looked beautiful tonight, even in her pajamas she’s had since she was a freshman. Her skin glowing from the moonlight peaking through her blinds, the soft light of her lamps illuminating the room. You sat perched at the head of her bed, watching her with soft eyes as she brushed through her curly hair.

“You look pretty, Nance.” You muttered. She giggled as she looked at you through her mirror. “I’m not even all dressed up.” She smiled. You felt your heart thud against your chest. Your beautiful, beautiful girl.

“Still pretty.” You replied back with a toothy smile. Blush formed across her cheeks as she broke eye contact through the mirror. “Let’s watch a movie.” You huffed out, dragging yourself out of the bed and to her growing collection of comedy movies.

You happily picked up “The Breakfast Club”, a favorite of you and Nancy’s, sliding it into the Tv. Nancy laid down on her bed, gently patting the empty space next to her, an invitation which you took as you slid yourself next to her. Nancy’s hand intertwined with yours and the jewelry on her finger was cold against your skin, but you didn’t mind.

This was how you always dreamed it would be. You and her together, just like this. Content. Happy. She made you happy. You only hoped you did the same for her. You couldn’t think of anything else but her, even as she giggled at the movie on screen, you were focused on her. Always only her.

She was your sun, and you were here moon. Orbiting around her, basking in her golden light. You were in her shadow when it came to social aspects, but it was other people who made you feel that way; never her. She introduced you, always involved you in conversation, always smiled at you to make sure you were okay. The small hand she would rest on your lower back made you feel a sense of peace, knowing she would always be there.

“Are you alright, sweet girl?” She asked as she titled your head up to look at her. You blushed profusely. “Perfect, baby.” You replied with a reassuring smile. You couldn’t help yourself as your lips connected with hers. So soft and plump, it only made you want more.

She giggled into the kiss, making you giggle. Your legs tangled together and your hands roamed her slim body as hers roamed yours. Her manicured nails skimmed across your back, skillfully unclipping your silk bra from under your shirt. She gave a toothy smile as you laid butterfly kisses on her neck; your hands sliding up to cup her cheek softly.

Your knee pressed into her clothed core, and she let out a small whimper when you began rocking her against your knee. Her hands found their way to your breasts, fondling them and gently pinching and pulling your perk nipples, hard from the touch of her hands and sensitive to the touch.

She panted against you when your hand slipped into the waist band of her pajama pants and down her laced underwear. Your finger circled around her clit teasingly, and her hand found it’s way into your panties. You felt so dirty, having her against you like this. The both of your touching each other, the both of your mouths hung agape as soft whines and moans slipped past them.

Two of her fingers slipped into your entrance, and a squelching noise could be heard, making Nancy moan softly. She pumped her slim fingers in you at an even pace, curling her fingers just enough to hit your sensitive spot inside. Each time her fingers rubbed against your g-spot, you felt yourself come closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Need you. Need your pussy, Nance.” You whined against her, she nodded her head. Nancy slipped her fingers from your entrance and your fingers left her bud as she stripped herself of her clothes. You slid your underwear down and took your shirt off.

Nancy laid down as you hovered your core over her face as you came eye level with hers. She was so pretty. A soft pink hue, glistening with her wet slick, and she had a patch of hair just above her pussy. You blew cold air against it, and she whimpered; but regained herself as she gently guided your hips down onto her face.

Her tongue delivered little kitten licks to your opening, slurping up the juices you were leaking. “Mmm, so good, honey.” She groaned against you as she gripped your ass cheek tenderly. You giggled into her pussy before suckling her clit into your mouth. “Such a pretty little cunt f’me, Nance.” You said, releasing her clit with a pop.

She tried to close her legs but you gently held them open with a soft hand. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” You said as she bucked her hips upward into your face, making you dive back in and start swirling your tongue on her clit. You felt Nancy’s tongue poke at your entrance, before harshly entering, making you let out a gasp.

Your hand moved up to rub her clit from side to side in a painful pace for your poor wrist, but it had her withering beneath you; her tongue sending vibrations through your gripping cunt. You knew you were close, and your other free hand moved to start fingering her profusely while still harshly rubbing at her throbbing clit.

You could feel her gummy walls gripping around your two fingers beautifully, and you groaned as she sucked them back in each time you left. You curled your fingers into her g-spot, and Nancy squirted all over your fingers with a loud moan against your pussy, yet her lapping at your cunt never let up; if anything, her tongue seemingly sped up.

You forgot the world for a second, how to breathe and even where you where as you reached the orgasm you were on the verge of so vigorously. It was intense, the way your body shook as the feeling in your lower stomach snapped. Nancy held your waist, keeping your pussy still against her face as she let your ride out your orgasm.

Both of you were dripping in juices and her bedroom that usually smelled like strawberry pound cake with a hint of lavender now smelled like sweating bodies and hot sex. As the two of you came down from your high, Nancy gently moved you off of her, gently dragging you up to lay with her.

“Wanna take a bath with me?” She whispered softly as she kissed the side of your head. You hummed in agreement, and got up to go to the restroom. Nancy followed behind you, her soft footsteps echoed down the hall. No one was home but you and her.

Her mother was at the local pool, Mike was with his friends doing god knows what (you both definitely knew what), her dad was out gambling and her little sister was with the babysitter till 11. You didn’t have to hide, or walk on eggshells. The setting almost felt domestic as you watched her start the water, adding a little bit of soap for bubbles the both of you enjoy. Her house smelled of natural, almost woody scent, and her bathroom was no exception.

She submerged herself into the water, and gestured for you to join her with a smile, which you did. The water was warm, almost hot; as that was the way Nancy liked her baths. You’ve complained to her about it before, it’s almost a painful kind of hot but she seemed to enjoy it, so you stopped bothering her about it. Today, she was being considerate of the temperature for you, even going as far as to add your favorite scent into the bath; vanilla.

Her chest was pressed against your back, and your head lulled onto her shoulder as she began to gently massage your body with her lavender body wash. The smell was her, as was everything else. Your senses were consumed with nothing but her, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to ever even think of complaining about it. The way her pink lofa skimmed over your body, lathering you in soap was the least sexual interaction. Purely out of love and admiration for you.

“I love you, Nancy.” You said as you turned your head, coming into contact with her her pretty blue eyes. She smiled. That smile was enough to make your knees weak, head spinning and heart throbbing in your chest. “I love you too, baby.” She said, delivering the softest peck to your lips.

And you did. You loved her, with every fiber of your being.

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lunarzstarz · 1 year

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Smut🔥 Fluff☁️ Dark⚠️

•Eddie Munson•

Series:

||The No List - EddieMunson x Fem!Cheerleader!Reader || ptI || ptII || 🔥☁️

Oneshots//Blurbs//Requests:

||Bad Idea - Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Virgin!Fem!Reader || ptI ||🔥

||Public Sex - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader || 🔥

||Riding Eddie in his gaming chair - Modern!EddieMunson x AFAB!Reader || 🔥

||Fuckboy!EddieMunson blurb - Fuckboy!EddieMunson x Fem!Reader|| 🔥

||Eddie finding out you like being choked - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader||🔥

||Jealous - Rockstar!EddieMunson x Rockstar!Fem!Reader|| 🔥

•Steve Harrington•

Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:

||Handjobs - SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader || 🔥☁️

||Being sleepy and needy in Steve's lap blurb - SteveHarrington x Fem!Reader||🔥☁️

•Robin Buckley•

Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:

||Face Sitting - RobinBuckley x Fem!Reader || 🔥☁️

•Nancy Wheeler•

||First Times - NancyWheeler x Fem!Bestfriend!Reader || 🔥☁️

•Steddie•

Oneshots//Blurbls//Requests:

||Exhibitionism - EddieMunson x Fem!Reader x SteveHarrington ||🔥

||Drunk Steve and Eddie Headcanons||🔥☁️

•Ronance•

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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ric idea:

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

- 🦋

I LOVE NANCY, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING HER

Steve is a sweetheart and everyone is happy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait....why did Nancy care?

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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aylasology · 6 months

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Robin is "babygirl" girlfriend

Nancy is "babydoll" girlfriend

There will be no further explanation.

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taivansupremacy · 2 years

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

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

Word count: 5,825

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

CW: swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, Rob.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t think so.”

“Cool.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“N-Nance, I-”

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

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

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

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

“Hey. Waiting for Dustin?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, uh we should go!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You thought Steve and I were dating?”

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

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

“So you and Steve...?”

“Very platonic. With a capital P.”

“And you...?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ty-the-trainwreck · 1 year

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wake me up when season 5 comes out and the scene where 'Nancy is fighting a demo-dog or something and it scratches her enough so that she falls over and it is just about to kill her, but then Robin comes out of nowhere and slams Steve's nail bat into the monster's face. Sending it flying across the field, Robin drops the bat and kneels down to help Nancy while saying, "What was that guy's problem?" causing Nancy to laugh and make her feel alright for the first time in a long time. Robin lifts her to her feet and they stare at each other for a while, forgetting that they're in the middle of a battle. Eventually, their lips meet, and time stops and everything is right in the world.' happens.

#robin x nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance #ronance truther #stranger things #robin buckley stranger things #nancy wheeler stranger things #nancy is gay #robin is as well

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hawkinsqueers · 2 years

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Anybody else noticing that Steve Harrington has a type?

I mean the hair? The jackets? The top energy?

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nancywheelersgirlfriend · 1 year

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Robin goes to Nancy for help trying to date Vickie but she ends up falling for her along the way.

Practise kisses, dances etc and maybe sneak in some Nancy jealousy because that’s always fun!

thank u for the prompt, beautiful anon!! i am terribly sorry for the wait.

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“You didn’t tell me Vickie worked here.”

Nancy was proud she managed to bite down the scalding remark burning at the back of her throat, leveling the side of Robin’s lovesick face with a glare instead. Robin, of course, took no notice. Even blocked by her chunky pink sunglasses Nancy knew her eyes were laser-focused.

“I didn’t know,” Steve retorted absently from Robin’s other side, sprawled out on his stomach for proper tanning. His eyes were screwed shut against a heady Hawkins sun.

“You work here,” Robin said, and there were hints of accusation in her tone.

“I would’ve told you if I knew,” Steve said, placatingly, and he reached out a lackluster hand to bat at her elbow for emphasis. Robin seemed satisfied by this.

The girl in question - Vickie Matthews, Hawkins senior and brass section leader - was meandering her way up the lifeguard ladder on the opposite end of the pool. She swung pale legs over each rung, red hair dripping down the base of her neck. Some part of Nancy’s brain she refused to associate with helpfully remarked that she looked a bit like a wet rat climbing out of the pool like that. Nancy blamed that particular thought on the heat, as well as the one that came after it.

Robin had turned on her side to face her, stricken with a sudden anxiety she never seemed to completely get rid of. The sun caught on the bridge of her freckled nose, in between the lighter strands of light-brownish-red hair, and it made her look halo-esque. Nancy’s mouth, suddenly, went desert dry.

“You have to help me,” Robin said. Nancy blinked.

“With what?”

Robin gestured unhelpfully with her head back towards the general vicinity of Vickie, shaking her hair out like a dog. Nancy pushed her sunglasses up into her hair. Her forehead appreciated the respite from her sweaty bangs, strung out and drying incorrectly from going in the pool earlier that morning. When Robin refused to elaborate further, Nancy gestured with her own hands in a circular motion. She felt a little silly, but then again - it was difficult not to feel silly doing something stupid in front of Robin.

“With Vickie,” Robin said at last, and then furtively glanced around them, as if speaking her name aloud was some crime against nature. In the sticky, sulfuric heat, Nancy’s patience wore thin quickly. She bit back another harsh reply as a whistle sounded out through the pool. Steve jolted awake.

Vickie let the whistle drop back down to the crest of her collarbone, gesturing and shouting something inaudible at two boys who had been running by the side of the pool. When Nancy returned to Robin, she grimaced at the hazy expression on her face. Her mouth was practically hanging open.

Nancy wasn’t sure what to ask first.

“Why?” She decided on. Robin lifted her own sunglasses in a need to be taken seriously, and it made her hair stick up as if electrocuted behind the large shades. Nancy fought the urge to reach over and pat the strands down. Robin seemed on the verge of exploding as she struggled to form proper sentences. She rested a hand against her mouth, but that did nothing to block the blush from quickly spreading across her face. Realization hit Nancy like a freight train. The sick feeling in her stomach, surely, was just a product of rotting out in the sun for too long. “Robin. Do you like Vickie? Like-like her?”

“Shout it, why don’t you,” Robin muttered furiously, her blush quickly approaching firetruck-red territory. “I don’t think the whole pool heard you the first time.”

“And you want my help with, what - asking her out?” Nancy asked. She glanced over Robin’s shoulder, half-hoping Steve would be sitting up and staring back with a similarly incredulous expression. Unfortunately, he’d gone back to sleep.

“Nancy Wheeler, investigative journalist,” Robin said, voice deepening an octave as she took on gruff, Film Noir undertones. “She attacks the case just like she attacks demo dogs - with brute force.”

“Why do you think I’ll be any help?” At this, Robin had the decency to look abashed. She dropped her hand from her mouth and let it fall limply into her lap.

“Out of the three of us, you’re the only one with any real relationship experience,” Robin said. At Steve’s offended snort/snore, she was quick to amend with: “Or - positive relationship experience.” Nancy felt a little sorry Robin was so easy bashing her previous relationship with Steve, but she didn’t feel sorry enough to correct her on it.

“I don’t know how to talk to women,” Nancy said.

“You are one,” Robin pointed out helpfully. Nancy opened her mouth and then closed it. Sometimes, it was just better to go along with it.

“Okay, well. First lesson: don’t curl up into the fetal position when you’re trying to impress her,” Nancy said, pointedly looking down at the way Robin had pulled all her gangly limbs in close. Robin looked as if she had only just realized she had turned her entire body mass toward Nancy. Slowly, she unfurled her legs and stretched them out onto the patio chair. Nancy swallowed and forced herself to look back up at Vickie instead, whose face was shrouded by the umbrella over the lifeguard chair. “See? Now she’s actually got something to look at.”

“You think she’s looking at me?” Robin asked, and Nancy’s stomach performed another impressive somersault at the hope in her voice.

“I can’t see very well,” Nancy said, flopping back onto her own lounge chair and sliding her sunglasses back down. Robin shifted again in her chair, attempting to prop herself up like she was practicing for the centerfold. Nancy squeezed her eyes shut tight - it was too early in the summer to deal with that.

About two weeks of tortuous conversations with Robin about Vickie (because that was all she talked about) later, Nancy had finally found a bit of peace in the midst of a post-party breakfast. She padded around her kitchen in her mother’s slippers, pretending not to watch Robin take tentative sips of her milk-addled coffee as she poured cereal for the both of them. Often, they slept over at Nancy’s house after Steve had them over - if his couch was taken up by the kids. Sleepovers were often, actually, without the excuse of a hangover. Or a nightmare. Sometimes Nancy just liked having Robin over so that, in the middle of a shockingly cold night, she could crack open her eyes and see how Robin’s eyelashes fluttered against her cheekbones as she slept.

“So - what’re we doing today?” Nancy asked as she slid over a bowl for Robin and plopped down beside her at the counter. It took a few seconds for her to notice Robin’s lack of a reply. The other girl was stirring her Lucky Charms absently, though there was a guilty look on her face. “What’s-”

“Vickie and I are hanging out today,” Robin said all in one go, a big rush of words that, had Nancy not been so experienced in the art of Communication With Robin, would’ve been completely unintelligible.

“Oh,” Nancy said, wincing inwardly at how obvious her disappointment was. She felt a little silly about it, anyway. It wasn’t as if they had to spend all their time with each other. Just most of it. All Nancy asked for was for Robin to be at her side every second of the day - not that big of a deal. Especially in the summertime, when there was nothing better to do but lay on the kitchen floor and waste away. “Oh. That’s good.”

“I asked her the last time she came into Family Video,” Robin explained through a mouthful of marshmallow, “and you and Steve were out fixing your car. Remember - last Monday, when it broke down.”

“Right.”

“She just kept talking about how badly she wanted to see Aliens, and you know I loved the first one, so - I asked her if she wanted to go.”

“I’m proud of you,” Nancy said, but the words tasted like ash. At that praise, Robin’s face lit up like a switchboard. It only added to Nancy’s churning stomach. Suddenly, she wasn’t that hungry. Her spoon dropped listlessly into the cereal bowl below her.

“But I have no idea what to do,” Robin said, gripping the counter with a sudden intensity. “I’ve never - I mean, I haven’t - I don’t even know if it’s a date. But if it is - I have no fucking idea how to go on a date. I’ve never been on one. Obviously.”

“Obviously?” Nancy parrotted. Robin snorted self-deprecatingly and took another spoonful of cereal.

“I mean, look at me.” She gestured down her front. Nancy’s eyes traced the glimpse of shoulder bone at the edge of her baggy sleep shirt, her cracking fingers.

“Robin, you-” Nancy stopped herself, shaking her head. It was getting a little difficult to speak. “You’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that,” Robin groaned dramatically, folding in on the counter and hitting her forehead against the granite top with a soft thwap. “Fuck, ow.”

“What are you worried about?” Nancy asked, shrugging. “You’ll just sit next to each other in the theater. Maybe brush hands with her in the popcorn bowl. Kick her foot with yours. It’s not that hard.”

“Don’t movie dates come with the implication that you’ll be-” Robin cut herself off, glancing over at Nancy with wide eyes. Her next words were whispered. “Like, making out? ‘Cause it’s dark.” Nancy’s face went up in a flush. She pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth, attempting to forcefully push out all mental images that particular sentence conjured up.

“You’ll be fine,” Nancy repeated in a daze.

“I’ve never kissed anybody before.” If Nancy wasn’t so tuned in to Robin’s every minute move, she would’ve missed that.

“Seriously?” Nancy asked, immediately feeling terrible for the way it made Robin’s face drop exponentially. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, I’m just - surprised.” Clearly, Robin didn’t share the sentiment.

“What if I’m a terrible kisser?” Robin asked, all shaking nerves and moving hands. The cereal threatened to escape the bowl and run onto the countertop. “What if my mouth smells like fish? What if I use too much tongue and she thinks I’m trying to eat her? What if I don’t use enough tongue and I’m boring? I don’t want to kiss like a Mormon, Nance, I’m better than that. I’m trying to impress her. Vickie’s had a boyfriend, she’s experienced - I’m going to be terrible and fuck it all up and everything’ll fall apart before it’s even begun.”

Nancy held up a gentle hand to stop her, and the words were coming out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying.

“I’ll teach you. How to kiss, I mean.” Robin’s mouth promptly snapped shut. She turned back to her cereal and took a fast bite, face a confusing red color.

“You will?” Robin asked after a moment, muffled by marshmallow. “You’d do that for me?” I’d do anything for you. Nancy shocked herself with the intensity of that tidal wave thought, which crashed over her in a devastating mass of Robin, Robin, Robin. If just thinking about kissing her made her feel like this - what would it feel like to actually do it?

Outwardly, Nancy shrugged.

“Sure.” Inwardly, she was screaming. There seemed to be something crackling between them, before Robin looked back up from her cereal through her bangs and smiled hesitantly.

“She’s picking me up at three,” Robin said, the implication clear. Nancy nodded, took a deep breath, and got up.

They didn’t speak as they headed up the stairs back to Nancy’s bedroom, where the messy bed (proof of their co-existence) and clothes strewn across the floor (a mixture of Robin’s and Nancy’s) stood out like blaring, blinking red lights. As Nancy sat down on the end of her bed on autopilot, a worry began to uncover itself. If Robin sensed something - if she could tell Nancy’s feelings - through this kiss - what would happen?

She felt the mattress sink with Robin’s weight. A tentative hand against hers on the comforter, contact that had become second nature suddenly unfamiliar.

“You don’t have to,” Robin said. Nancy looked up, saw her stark blue eyes. God, she was gone.

“It’s fine,” Nancy said, managing a hesitant smile. “Don’t want you to kiss like a fish.” Robin laughed, all high-pitched and nervous.

Nancy glanced down at Robin’s lips. She was biting her bottom one anxiously, a silly expression that, somehow, tightened the iron-fist grip in Nancy’s stomach. She leaned forward. Seconds before impact, she felt rather than heard Robin’s sharp intake of anticipatory breath. Robin smelled like dew and milk and shower and Nancy was tumbling through the Upside-Down.

Her lips were soft, slightly chapped from absent neglect. They pressed, inexperienced, at Nancy’s own, until Nancy reached up with both hands to tilt Robin’s face. Their noses pressed together as suddenly something in Robin’s mind clicked. Her hands came up to rest against Nancy’s, holding them in place. Holding them together. Nancy tugged lightly on Robin’s bottom lip - she’d spent too much time watching Robin bite and wanting, desperately, to do the same. Robin took another sharp breath through her nose, adorably overwhelmed. She was like a furnace underneath Nancy’s fingertips, burning harshly through her skin and melting her to nothingness. If Nancy pulled back and found herself a puddle on the ground, she would’ve been happy it had been Robin. She would happy it was Robin, in any case.

When she pulled back, Robin’s eyes were a little glazed. She kept her hands clasped to Nancy’s as if forgetting they were there in the first place. The air turned tensely awkward.

“That’s why Steve’s such a bitch when he isn’t getting any,” Robin whispered, and it was so stupid and such a Robin thing to say Nancy couldn’t help but laugh. It was, strangely, on the verge of harsh tears.

“I think you’re ready,” Nancy said, clearing her throat. When she wiggled her fingers purposefully, Robin seemed to snap back to focus. She let Nancy drop her hands into her lap, rubbing palms together and trying to prolong the feeling of Robin’s warm cheeks for as long as possible.

“You’re very good,” Robin said, still as glazed over as before. Nancy was thankful she seemed so disoriented - maybe it made her blush less noticeable.

“...thank you?” Robin reached up with two fingers to press on her lips. Those blue eyes swung to meet hers, glaze clearing out and something new, unidentifiable, replacing it.

“Um. She’s picking you up at three, right?” Nancy said, shifting over to glance at her bedside clock. “If you wanna borrow something to wear - I mean. I know you don’t particularly like my closet.”

“You wear it all better than me,” Robin agreed. Nancy cut herself off. She flopped face-first onto her comforter, hoping to fake tiredness so she wouldn’t have to show her smitten face. “You really think I’m ready?”

“Yes.” Nancy’s reply was muffled.

“So - you don’t think we should, um. Do it again?” Robin asked tentatively. “Just to make sure?”

Nancy froze, hands clenching the comforter.

“Am I misreading this?” Robin spoke again, significantly more nervous than before. “Um. If I am, don’t say anything. Or do. Do whatever you want, I don’t want to - I mean. I’m sorry. I’m being stupid.”

“Robin, you’re-” Nancy sprung to life, returning to her place on the side of the bed and at Robin’s side. “You’re never stupid.” Robin let out a little breath.

“Oh.” It sounded revelatory. “I, um. Can I borrow your phone?” Nancy furrowed her eyebrows, confused.

“Um. Sure. Why?” Nancy asked, sickly worried Robin was about to say to ask Steve for a ride or to call Vickie to get her here earlier. Robin smiled a nervous, toothy smile. It was brighter than the sun.

“To cancel,” Robin said. “And, um. Completely unrelated to that, I’ve got two tickets to Aliens this afternoon - if you’ve got nothing to do.” At first, Nancy just blinked. Then, a tentative grin spread across her face. She laughed, surprised.

“I did really like the first one,” Nancy said. “But, uh. You know the implication that comes with a movie date, yeah?”

Robin’s eyes twinkled. Her smile spilt her face in two. Nancy wanted nothing more than to kiss that mouth again. And again, and again…

“Yeah,” Robin said, aiming for casual and landing somewhere in the ‘giddy’ zone. “Yeah, I know.”

“Good,” Nancy said, leaning forward at the same time Robin was. They’d always been on the same wavelength, anyway. “Me too.”

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sitting on the middle of your bed, Nancy across from you. Her body was slick with sweat, moans slipping past her plump lips. A hitachi wand sat pressed against the both of your pussies, sending shocking vibrations to the both of you. Your and Nancys’ juices coated the fat head of the wand, making it glisten in the dim light. Her pleas and whimpers had you clenching around nothing, fueling the need for your release, as well as hers. You increased the vibrations on the wand, making both your eyes roll back and Nancy’s slim back arch beautifully. Your orgasm washed over you the same time hers did, and you came together. Your legs were shaking and your breathing was uneven, but as you watched Nancy squeeze one of her boobs with her free hand, head thrown back, exposing her inviting neck; you knew you were done for.

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Quick doodle of Nancy 🖊️

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Could you write a dom nancy x bratty reader, please? only if you’re comfortable with it!

Oh God yes

I'm so gay for her

She's definitely a brat tamer.....and a mean one

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Nancy Wheeler was done with men. She was tired of boys and their need to know how she feels every second. She wanted to have fun and not be in anything committed.

Then she turned to a friend. A friend she knew was into girls and boys. Who knew how to please both genders easily. Nancy wanted to try new things and do crazy shit with no strings attached.

Y/N agreed, helping her friend learn more about her sexuality and kinks.

Nancy likes control and she likes Y/N panting underneath her. Begging to be touched as she squirmed. And she learned her friend Y/N, was a brat. She liked to be controlled and told exactly what she was worth. That's how they worked so well.

But Y/N liked Nancy and that's where problems started. Her jealousy was out of control and she tried to keep it under wraps.

But the burning in her ears as Steve flirted with her was not easy to ignore.

The group was helping Eddie Munson as he hid from the cops. A boy she's never met but found herself helping because of Nancy.

Soaked head to toe as she walked behind Steve and Nancy. She watched as Nancy jumped in after Steve, leaving her no choice to dive in after. Now she wishes she didn't because Nancy hasn't looked at her once.

She'd get her to look

The group sat in Nancy's basement, hanging out as they hid Eddie. Nancy and Steve are still side by side on the couch. Giggling and smiling.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she huffed.

"well I would love to officially meet you. I'm Eddie Munson"

She smiled as Eddie sat next to her on the floor. She shook his awaiting hand

"Y/N"

" so a little about me I'm just a falsely accused murderer"

She laughed at his joke, "you are way too pretty and innocent looking for that" smirking as she felt another pair of eyes land on them. Laying her hand on top of Eddie's.

"ouch. A guy does not want to hear he's pretty and innocent looking from a hot girls mouth " Eddie faked hurt, holding his chest as they laughed.

The commotion caused Nancy to look up. Glaring fast as she saw their hands briefly touching and flirty smiles.

"I like the ones who look innocent," glancing in Nancy's direction. Shocked to see Nancy already staring at her. Well, more like tearing her clothes off with a look.

For the next hour Nancy watched as Y/N threw herself at Eddie. And Eddie was soaking it all in. Laughing, smiling and touching. So close to being in each other's laps. Nancy felt like a bomb. Just ticking seconds away from blowing up. But once Eddie moved his hand to Y/N's thigh she went off.

"we need food for Eddie. He can't eat our stuff because my mom will notice. Everyone goes to the store. Y/N and I will stay here to get the basement ready for Eddie to hide in" Nancy demanded. Forcing everyone out of the house, not listening to any protests.

Once they found themselves alone, Nancy let her anger take over her body. Marching up to the girl and yanking her to her feet

"what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Nancy snarled.

"nothing. Just talking" Y/N shrugged. Yanking her hand free from Nancy's grip

"talking? That sure as hell doesn't look like talking to me. Looks like you are pathetically throwing yourself at him" Nancy scoffed.

"like Steve was with you?" Y/N fired back. There was a good chance her jealousy would begin to show but at this point she couldn't hide it

"that what this is sweet girl? Jealous over Steve getting my attention so you want to act like a little brat to get what you want?"

"I think Steve is embarrassing himself. Trying to chase after you but you haven't told anyone how you don't like the little boys anymore. You tasted pussy and now you don't want to go back. He has nothing on me" Y/N spat out with as much confidence as she could. Ignoring the doubt in her mind about how much easier it is for Steve to win her over.

"you don't know anything about me" Nancy growled

"I know you want to fuck me and that you will fuck me" smirking as Nancy's eyes darkened, her hand gripping Y/N's neck tight

"shut up" Nancy growled, shoving Y/N against the couch

Y/N watched as Nancy stepped out of her underwear, her long dress covering the parts of her body Y/N was aching to see

"I'm gonna use your mouth the way I want to and you are going to take it" Nancy demanded, crawling up Y/N's body. Yanking her ankles so she laid flat. Nancy smiled down as Y/N laid underneath her. Waiting for the next direction

Nancy moved her cunt to hover over Y/N's mouth. Teasing her as she slowly lowered herself, not yet letting her mouth touch her

Y/N was tired of waiting, grabbing Nancy's waist and forcing her hips down on top of her tongue. Nancy moaned as she rode her face. Fingers digging harshly into Y/N's hair as she rocked her hips harder against her tongue.

"so good bratty girl. Love that mouth" Nancy moaned. Locking her thighs around Y/N' s head

Y/N moaned in appreciation. Her hands working up Nancy's body, dipping her fingers into Nancy's cunt roughly. Loving the way Nancy screamed and rode her face harder.

Nancy took a deep breath and removed her pussy from her mouth, watching as Y/N whined

"am I not doing good?" Y/N pouted with a small frown

"no. You are doing amazing baby. But I want to eat you out too" Nancy smiled, pecking her wet lips. Yanking off Y/N's pants and underwear

Moving her pussy back on Y/N's face and lowering her own face towards Y/N's cunt

Licking a slow stripe and messily sucking on Y/N's clit

Y/N was moaning as she sucked on Nancy's clit harder

Desperate to make Nancy's cum

"so you think Nancy really likes me?"

Both girls froze as Steve's voice traveled through the vents.

Nancy removed her mouth from Y/N completely but Y/N refused to stop. The annoying sound of Steve's voice made her more determined. Fingering Nancy harder, desperate to get her to scream

Nancy threw her hand over her mouth, panting harshly

"no stop. They'll see" Nancy stuttered out, moving her hips up but Y/N locked them in place

"yeah totally. Question do you think Y/N likes me? I got a vibe" Nancy growled as she heard Eddie's voice, riding her hips against Y/N's face harder

"totally. You are so in" Steve agreed

Nancy thrashed on Y/N's mouth, closer to cumming as the boys crept closer to the basement

Y/N flicked her tongue and Nancy was cumming in seconds. Gasping as she covered her mouth, thighs shaking and clenching. She rode it out, but still fast.

Quickly climbing off and fixing her dress, shoving her panties under the couch as she yanked Y/N's panties and underwear back up. Kissing her lips fast as the boys began to walk down the stairs

"Nancy, can I talk to you?" Steve asked

Nancy gave a look to Y/N who looked away, picking at the fingers that were just inside her pussy

"um yeah" feeling guilt in her stomach as she watched Y/N avoid looking at them

Jealous in her veins as Eddie sat next to Y/N throwing an arm around her shoulder

Nancy sighed and followed Steve

Nancy's head was a mess and she didn't know what or who she wanted

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