#nancy wheeler fic

[finntheehumaneater]

These dirt roads are empty, the ones we paved ourselves

part two

Just a short little thing so that I can’t panic and back out of finishing this fic. Based on this post by @eddie4bat-president. And I hope it was okay that I wrote it, it just SPOKE TO ME

title from “A House In Nebraska” by Ethel Cain (as always 🩵)

Steve knew that Nancy wasn’t going to work out. He knew, but he was holding onto what little hope he had left that maybe,  just maybe, he was wrong. That maybe this would last and he wouldn’t have to end up alone again—crawling back to Tommy like a fucking obedient dog because even though he was friends with Billy, he was still all Steve had left. 

Carol didn’t talk to him anymore. She went off with her friends. Nancy said that was a good thing—that he was away from Carol and Tommy and that he was friends with Jonathan now, even though he and Jonathan only ever hung out when Nancy forced them too. But she didn’t understand. Tommy and Carol may have been assholes, and he had always known that, but he had been one, too, but they knew too much to just drop him like they had.

It hadn’t been easy. There had been yelling and fighting when they all met up at Steve’s house the next time. Tommy had thrown something—a vase, maybe—and Steve had gotten in trouble for that when his mom had gotten home. He had told her that she had broken it. She wouldn’t have believed him if he had said it had been Tommy, but he didn’t want there to be a chance. His mom was bad, but Tommy’s mom was worse.

“Steve?” A voice cut through the fog shrouding him and he turned, his eyes searching Nancy’s face. She had that look in her eyes—like she was mad at him. He didn’t know what for. It was expected and annoyed, and it made his shoulders drop.

He cleared his throat.

“Yeah? Nance?”

“I asked if you brought your things?” She repeated, slowly. Like she thought that Steve wouldn’t be able to hear her if she talked normally. It stabbed through him like a knife—but he wasn’t mad, he knew she was just annoyed and she didn’t mean anything by it. She was just…like this.

“I, uh…” he spun around, looking over his shoulder and nearly bumping into something. Lots of faces. Loud. Lockers….oh. School hallway. Right. He forgot it was Tuesday. “No. No, I left…my backpack in the kitchen.”

Nancy scowled, and Steve wanted to be anywhere but at school. The people here didn’t like him anymore, not since Billy. He didn’t want to be shoved around by people who thought he was worthless now that he wouldn’t make fun of people. 

“You left it in the kitchen,” she repeated, her eyes narrowing.

Steve nodded, his face flushed. It wasn’t his fault. She had practically thrown herself at him near the counter, pushing him against it with something desperate in her kisses and her touches, smoothing over his arms and his chest and his shoulders. It hadn’t really seemed like she was into it, but she had started it, and he knew better than to ask—just going along with it and letting her have what she (maybe) wanted from him. Anything if it kept her close and (maybe) happy. “We were…we were kissing, I…”

“You forgot it because we were kissing?” She sounded accusatory now, her fingers twitching from where they were digging into her white cardigan, arms crossed over her chest. It was one of the ones with little pink flowers—that he had gotten her from Christmas—laid over the long green dress that sweeped to her ankles, winched at the waist and sort of pleated, the cotton scratchy. His mom had bought that for her after she found out they were dating. Said she deserved something nice from her since she seemed like such a nice girl. And she was. She was a nice girl.

“I got distracted,” he whispered, stepping forward and cupping his hand around her elbow, knowing that she kind of hated when he got touchy in public now—didn’t get why because she used to love it—because he just needed to touch something or he was going to lose his mind among the kids smoking over by the bathrooms and the girls chatting by his locker. One of them was leaning against it. He was dreading asking her to move in a minute. “I-it’s fine, though, Nance, really. I have all my books in my—in my locker. I’ll be okay.” 

He watched careful, cautiously, when the corner of her mouth quirked up and she breathed out a laugh, pressing her hands to his shoulders and pulling herself up onto the toes of her sneakers to press her lips to his cheeks, murmuring, “what am I going to do with you, Steve Harrington?”

Steve smiled, wrapping his hands around her waist and shrugging, feeling her hands press down a bit harder when he did to keep herself steady. “Dunno, Nancy Wheeler.”

She scoffed, leaning back slightly and falling back to flat feet, slipping her hands down to his chest, lightly gripped at the fabric of his t-shirt. An old one that he let her take without asking because that’s what girlfriends and boyfriends were supposed to do, right? She never wore them out in public like Carol wore Tommy’s clothes, though. But Nancy was different. “Don’t call me by my full name.”

“But you can call me by mine?” He teased lightly, pressing a kiss to her hairline, moving down to her eyebrow and only stopping when she laughed and gently grabbed his jaw, pushing him back. His hands slipped from her waist.

“Yours sounds better.”

“Mmm, does it?”

She nodded, crossing her arms again. “Yeah.”

“I mean—Nancy Harrington…kinda sounds nice, don’t you think?” He was only joking—and he didn’t mean to make her upset by it, honest, it was a joke—but he watched as her shoulders rose up to her ears, tense and tight, shrugging and looking away. Towards one of the posters for that weird club her younger brother wanted to join. They didn’t take middle schoolers, though. 

“We should get to class. Steve,” She whispered, saying his name as an afterthought, like she forgot who she had been talking to. She reached out to brush her hand down his arm quickly, fixing the sleeve of his t-shirt from where it had hiked up before she turned. He didn’t follow her for a moment.

He didn’t know how he had fucked this up so badly. She had her future all planned out—and apparently she didn’t know if he was a part of it. She was going to go to some fancy college up north and become a journalist. And he fit in there somewhere if he was still around.

He had thought that she was in his future, too. A house, six kids, long drives on the coast to beaches that would leave sand in their shoes for years…he hadn’t told her that, though. She wouldn’t have liked it. Called it what it was. A dream. Because who would want kids with him? Everyone turned into their parents. And six controlling and manipulative people was six too many. Seven too many if you counted himself. It was only a matter of time before he started to enjoy those meetings he was occasionally dragged to. Before he would cut his hair short—buzz it, even—and marry young. Get rich. Get hateful. Get sick. Spend the rest of his life wishing and hoping that things would work out when they wouldn’t.

That’s what was in store for Steve Harrington. Never Steve Wheeler. 

He asked the girl leaning on his locker to move and she did. Her hair was cut short, to her shoulders and light brown. She had been talking about band practice. Trumpet, maybe? He grabbed his books and walked to the classroom door. He stood outside and waited. For what? He didn’t even need to finish highschool. He could drop out. Work for his dad. Run away into the woods. Drown in the ocean with sand in his lungs. 

Someone pushed past him, arms full and frizzy hair down past her shoulder, twisting and curling in a flash of deep, rich brown. Her leather jacket rubbed against his arm and she muttered something. Maybe a sorry, and then there was a thud, but she didn’t stop to pick up whatever she dropped—maybe she didn’t notice? 

Her voice was deep. Pretty.

“Eddie!” Someone called, and he turned to see where she went but she was already gone. The thing was still there, though. A notebook. It looked a bit fancy, like she had spent a lot of money on it. 

Eddie The Banished, it read on the first page. There were some notes, half-assed and not at all coherent. But mostly it was covered in drawings. Of things with horns and claws, people with pointed ears and flowing dresses, swords. Lots of swords. So many swords to the point that it was kind of concerning.

He picked it up. He would have given it back, but…the girl was gone. And he needed a notebook anyways…he’d find her after school. Besides, how many Eddie’s could there be? Maybe she belonged to that demon club thing. It seemed…like a place where people who really liked swords would hang out.

He slipped inside the classroom and gave Ms. Click a smile and a wave. She smiled and waved back, didn’t comment on how he was late or tell him to do better. Just watched him until he sat. The trumpet girl was behind him, glaring at him. That didn’t matter because Nancy was next to him, tugging the notebook out of his hands. “What’s this? I thought you left yours?”

He grabbed it back quickly, shrugging it off and setting his books down next to him. “Found a spare in the locker. Don’t use this one all that much. Dad bought it for me.”

Nancy eyed him suspiciously, like she didn’t believe him, but she dropped it. He looked up as the door opened and that red head walked in. Tam….Tammy? Tammy. Yeah. Her. It wasn’t like he hated her or anything, she was nice. But she was too optimistic. A total dud. Wanted to move to Nashville and become a singer. She couldn’t even sing, god, it was like she was tone deaf. And, because she always was, she was humming as she sat at the desk next to his.

And I need you now tonight….

And I need you more than ever…

He opened the notebook after giving her a small wave and a polite smile. He had forgotten lunch in his backpack, too. But it was good that he didn’t have a class before this today, because otherwise he would have been too tired. It was his off day from sports. To relax and hang out with his girlfriend.

He was going to miss his bagel, though. They were the highlight of the school day.

It was hard to find a blank page in the notebook, but when he did…the one next to it looked…great. He would have never been able to draw a hand that good. The lines were smudged, like the person was in a rush, and the page was crinkled slightly. He smoothed over it, careful not to damage the drawing further. 

The hand was familiar, but he couldn’t place it. He saw a lot of hands in basketball. A lot of hands everyday. But there was a small dot on the side of the pinky. The hand was curved, like it was throwing something up and out. He looked down at his left hand. There was a dot there, too. 

Next to the hand drawing was a shoddy person, just a shoulder and shirt collar with some curved lines for tousled hair at the neck. There were dots on that drawing, too. He felt behind his jaw, over the thin raised line from shaving yesterday morning—when Nancy had told him that his stubble had gotten too bad and it felt weird to kiss—and…shit, there were moles there. Three. Like in the drawing.

He flipped the page before anyone could see the drawing—didn’t need to be made fun of for being a nerd and for being soft—and tried to focus on Ms. Click as best as he could, all while feeling the piercing glare of Trumpet Girl and Tammy’s soft gaze. Nancy’s side-eyes as she made sure he was looking up towards the chalk board when Ms. Click wrote. His hands kept drifting back to his jaw. His mind kept drifting back to the drawing.

It was weird that the person in the drawings were (maybe) him. But it made sense. Girls at this school liked him. Tammy liked him. Trumpet Girl didn’t seem to, but he didn’t care. Nancy liked him. She did. She told him she loved him so she did, she wouldn’t lie about that. Not to him.

Maybe it was the same with that Eddie girl. Maybe Eddie liked him, too. That wouldn’t be surprising. He might be soft, but he still had great hair.

DISCLAIMER: this is not a Nancy hate fic!!! I love Nancy!!! Her and Steve are just not meant for each other :)

also I love fics where Steve seems Eddie briefly and goes “woman :)” and then meets him and goes “wait. No. What. Not a woman?”

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[steddieasitgoes]

written for @eddiemonth Day 16 Prompt: Library & Curious a/n: This one might be my favorite one I've written yet! It's set at the start of season 2! read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Edde Month series

Eddie’s well aware there are a lot of stupid classes that Hawkins High requires its student body to take. Algebra (there’s no reason for the alphabet and numbers to mix, except in very rare cases, like D20 type cases), Physics (what more do they need to know beyond what goes up, must come down), French (as if anyone from Bumfuck, Indiana could afford to go to France — okay maybe some can, but Eddie’s certainly not one of them that’s for damn sure), goddamn Physical Education (only way he’s running is if someone is chasing him, thank you very much). But the stupidest class of all has to be Study Hall.

An entire class dedicated to doing work for other classes? What kind of idiot dreamed this one up? Instead of letting them out an hour early, some guy, probably in a suit because all bad ideas come from guys in suits, decided to hold them hostage to do more work. It’s ridiculous. Not to mention, it’s one of the few times, outside of lunch, that the grades get to mingle with each other. Sure, lots of studying goes on in between freshmen drooling over seniors and sophomores paying juniors for last year’s test answers.

The only time Eddie actually liked study hall was during his sophomore year when he had it first period and could do all the homework he neglected to do the night before. It’s the only time it actually made sense. And the only time, thus far in his high school career, that Eddie actually turned in more assignments than not.

But now, he’s a senior stuck with study hall as his last class of the day, and he wants to die. Okay, maybe not die die. But die in the sense that he’d rather risk bodily harm escaping the hellscape that is the Hawkins library during 6th-period study hall than sit here. His freedom is so close — nothing but a few windows and a brick wall separating him from the brisk late-October air. Eddie can’t risk it, though. He’s already reached his detention quote for the semester, and if he wants to keep using the drama room for Hellfire meetings, he has to sit in this damn library seat and at least pretend to get some work done.

Which, honestly, isn’t the worst thing in the world. At least it gives him time to work on his latest Hellfire campaign without the prying eyes of Jeff and Gareth or the unnecessary questions from Freak. Sure, he’s supposed to be working on an essay for English Lit, but he doesn’t think Ms. Washington is going to appreciate his take on Frankenstein, so he’ll worry about coming up with a dumbed-down idea another day.

Besides, even focusing on his new campaign is hard enough with the idle chatter going on that the librarian is either pretending not to hear or is too tired of shushing them for.

It’s the usual sort of study hall gossip. Who’s screwing who. What teacher is going to pull a pop quiz tomorrow and become the biggest asshole at Hawkins High. The occasional nervous whispers of the geeks actually studying.

It’s all mindless chatter that drifts into the background when the topic of Tina’s Halloween Bash comes up. That’s the real gossip of the night. Who got the keg, and what other alcohol is being provided? Who is going to be the best dressed? What couple is going to get caught screwing in Tina’s parent’s bed? Are there going to be any good fights or breakups?

Eddie rolls his eyes. Jesus H. Christ, can’t anybody be original around here?

Unfortunately for Eddie, there’s no escaping Tina’s Halloween Bash since he’s been summoned to provide some extra party favors, as the “cool” kids like to call them. Eddie, never one to back down from being a thorn in a “cool” kid’s side, always responds with the same spiel: “Drugs. What you want is drugs, right? Or should I go raid Melvald’s for you?”

Whatever. Money is money, and Eddie can take all the money he can get his grubby hands on if he wants to get out of this shit-hole town when he graduates in June.

Glancing at his watch, he tips his head back in a silent groan of annoyance. Only ten minutes have passed since he slunk into the uncomfortable library seat. Christ, why does time move so slow, sometimes? Eddie tries to focus on his Hellfire notes in front of him, and he’s successful for all of thirty seconds before something catches his attention in the corner of his eye.

Nancy Wheeler and the former Hawkins High King, Steve Harrington, are whispering to each other by the pencil sharpener. He rolls his eyes. Of course, no one else in the library is paying them any mind. And why would they? Harrington fell from grace last year, and Wheeler isn’t exactly the “look at me” type. Still, Eddie finds them morbidly interesting in a way he finds all the tragic heterosexual couples in this stupid small town interesting.

Before Eddie has a chance to fall deeper into his cynical outlook on this stupid Hawkins High couple, Wheeler starts tugging Harrington toward the private study room in the back of the library. It’s a move that shocks Eddie to his core. Don’t get him wrong, he’s heard all bout Harrington’s little trysts in that very room over the years (thank you gossip mill for the very cheap porn), but he never would have assumed Wheeler would be the one tugging him toward it.

It’s that detour from who she’s supposed to be that has Eddie peeling himself off his chair.  At least, that’s what he tells himself as he saunters toward the stack of books in the back of the library closest to the private room. If he hears moaning or anything remotely sounding like they’re hooking up, he promises himself he’ll leave. He’s a freak in many ways, but a creep, he is not.

Glancing over his shoulder, Eddie can see the two of them in the small room. They’re close but not close enough to be doing anything beyond talking. From the look on her face, doing anything of that sort isn’t even on her mind.

Interesting.

Eddie creeps closer.

“Barbara. It’s like nobody cares. Except her parents. And now they’re selling their house.”

“Nance—“

Wheeler rants about something, but he misses most of it. Only catching the very end.

“It’s destroying them.”

No shit, Eddie thinks with another dramatic eye roll. Of course, losing their only daughter is destroying them. The Hollands are one of the few families around here that actually have a heart. At least they did before Barbara tore it from them by running away. Or so the story goes. Eddie’s always been a bit suspicious of Holland’s disappearance. He knows the runaway type, and a straight-A girl, with a well-off family who loves them like Holland had doesn’t fit the bill.

“I know. Okay? I get it,” Harrington says, glancing away from Wheeler to peer out the window. Eddie grabs the first book on the shelf and buries his face in it. It must fool Steve because he starts talking again. “But listen, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Yeah, we could tell them the truth.”

“This isn’t some game, Nance. If they found out that we told any…” He trails off again, and Eddie reaches for another book.

Eyes peering over the pages, Eddie watches as he shuts the blinds before presumably returning to Wheeler. With the blinds shut and their voices even lower, he can no longer hear what they’re talking about. Which is a damn shame because Eddie’s never been more curious about what the disgraced King was about to say than right now. 

+ + +

“M’telling you guys. It was weird,” Eddie says through a mouthful of Doritos.

They’re hanging out in Gareth’s garage. Jeff sits in the old recliner while Gareth stays perched behind his drum kit. Freak is running late, as usual, though Eddie’s not too pressed about it today. Too distracted filling the boys in on what he overheard in the library.

“I don’t know man; it sounds like she was just concerned about her best friend,” Gareth says, lightly tapping his drumsticks on his snare.

“Yeah, those two were inseparable, remember.”

“All the more reason why it’s weird she’s been mopping around lately. Obviously, she knows where Holland is. Or what happened to her.”

“Not this again,” Jeff groans, sinking further into the recliner.

“Yes, this again,” Eddie retorts, throwing Jeff an intense glare. “This town is weird as shit. If the Byers kid can come back from the dead—“

“I thought they proved it wasn’t actually Byers they found in the quarry,” The Freak says, finally joining them in the garage. 

“They did, but Eddie still thinks—“

“Shut up!” Eddie shouts, taking a moment to throw a Dorito at all of their heads. “Let me level with you for a second, okay? Yeah, sure, they said that kid wasn’t Byers, but they never said whose kid it was, which is weird. And then right after that, they “find” Holland’s car? It’s too coincidental, man. You know a story isn’t right when it’s too easy.”

“This isn’t one of our campaigns,” Gareth sighs. “Sometimes things really are just accidental coincidences.”

Eddie shakes his head, running his Dorito-stained fingers over his face. “Nah, man, m’not buying it this time. Harrington and Wheeler know what really happened to Holland. And I think they’re responsible for it.”

“So, what?” Jeff asks, leaning forward so his elbows rest on his knees. “You think they made her disappear or something.”

“Maybe Harrington got Holland knocked up, and his family gave her money to leave.”

“See!” Eddie shouts, slapping his hands together as he jumps on the balls of his feet. “Freak gets it! That’s the kind of thing I’m talking about.”

“Okay, but if Harrington knocked Wheeler’s best friend up, why would she still be dating him?” Jeff asks.

“And why would they both be hiding her from her parents?” Gareth adds.

Okay, so maybe these are valid questions, but Eddie doesn’t appreciate the doubts they’re throwing at him. “I don’t appreciate you doubting me,” he says plainly. “You’ll see. M’gonna figure this out.”

“Right, just like you figured out that Ms. O’Donnell was actually failing you for a reason and not because she had some vendetta against Wayne for not dating her.”

“Hey. That was a good theory, okay. One I still think is true, by the way.” Turning his back on the boys, Eddie crosses the room and tosses the empty bag of Doritos into the trash bin before heading towards his badly parked van.

“I thought we were practicing!” Gareth shouts after him.

“Just let him go,” Jeff sighs. “He’s impossible to work with when he’s in conspiracy theory mode.”

Eddie flips Jeff off, climbing into the van. “I’ll see you boys tomorrow.”

+ + +

Eddie’s been at Tina’s party for an entire hour and a half, and there’s still no sign of Harrington or Wheeler. Not that he’s actively searching them out, of course. He’s just had some downtime in between upselling Hagan for the world’s shittiest pot he could get his hands on, and explaining to some cheerleader how Special K hits differently if you snort it. Plus, his supply ran out about ten minutes ago, so he’s just buying time before someone notices him lingering and kicks his ass to the curb.

He’s about to save himself and whatever jock gets thrown his way the trouble, when he spots Harrington and Wheeler arguing by the punch bowl. He’s too far away to hear what they’re saying, but he has a sneaking suspicion it has less to do with the conversation he heard in the library and more to do with Wheeler’s drunken state. Case in point: the red liquid she just spilled all over her blouse.

Chasing after her, Harrington cuts through the crowd and makes his way toward one of the bathrooms. Eddie waits a minute before following them down the crowded hallway. Thankfully, no one is in line for this bathroom — still too early in the night for the alcohol to have hit their bladders — so he’s first in the unofficial bathroom line. Leaning casually against the wall, Eddie angles his ear closer to the door so he can hear inside.

It takes a minute for his ears to tune out the music and nonsense chatter, but when they do, he can clearly hear Wheeler slurring her words.

“You’re pretending like everything’s okay. You know, like we didn’t… like we didn’t kill Barb.”

Eddie’s never experienced shock before, at least, he doesn’t think he has; the early days of his life are a little hazy around the edges, but that’s the only word he thinks fits what he’s experiencing right now. Part of him wants to shove his ear closer to the door to continue listing, while the other part of him wants to run for the hills, screaming in victory. And if he’s straight with himself, maybe screaming in fear a little, too. Harrington and Wheeler murderers? Who knew?

He knew, that’s who!

He knew there was something shady going on between those two.

Pressing his ear closer, he can hear Wheeler slurring more words, though he’s not exactly sure what she’s saying. Honestly, he doesn’t really care what she’s saying. He’s listening for Harrington’s response right now. What does the mighty King have to say about the bomb she’s just dropped?

“This is bullshit,” she slurs.

“Like we’re in love?” Steve asks.

Huh, clearly, Eddie missed a step or two in his shocked state.  He’s not exactly sure how the conversation strayed from them killing Holland to their, clearly, toxic relationship, but the fact it did is all the proof Eddie needs. If they didn’t kill her, Harrington would have been vehemently denying her claim. And yet, he sounds like a kicked puppy dog right now because she doesn’t love him.

Join the club, Harrington.

The doorknob starts to jiggle, and Eddie bolts. It’s not that he’s afraid about coming face-to-face with the two who apparently killed Holland. It’s just that, well, he needs a minute to think about the information he’s just learned.

+ + +

With Gareth and Freak both busy supervising their siblings around Hawkins and Jeff on candy duty for his family’s house, Eddie has no one to share the good bad news with. RIP Holland and all that, but he’s sitting on some serious dirt right now.

The good part of Eddie’s brain knows he should head straight for the police station. Pull good ole’ Chief Hopper aside and gloat about how he did his job for him. But Eddie’s spent enough time at the stuffy station to know no one is going to believe him especially not against Harrington and Wheeler. He’d have better luck marching in there and turning himself in for her murder. Not that he’s going to do that.

He supposes he could tell Wayne about it, but he doesn’t need to be dragging his uncle into any more of his messes. And since Eddie has no proof beyond overhearing a drunken confession, a mess it’ll surely turn into.

So, he opts for the third option and heads out to Skull Rock to do some thinking.

Maybe Freak is right, and it was some sort of jealous rage brought on by a Holland-Harrington pregnancy. Or maybe Holland saw something she shouldn’t have; the possibilities are endless, and Eddie’s imagination is limitless.

Eventually, he circles back to what he’s supposed to do with this information. Should he turn them in? Maybe not Wheeler; she seems like she’s experienced enough guilt as it and the girl has a bright future or whatever it is the teachers are always talking about. Harrington, though? Harrington, he should turn in, right? I mean, he didn’t even seem phased when Wheeler brought up the murder. Eddie’s watched enough horror movies to know that’s psychopath behavior right there. Besides, it would be nice to see the King behind bars. But then again, he hasn’t been the King in a while. And Harrington’s never really done anything to Eddie beyond standing idle while Hagan threw slurs at him. But he’s not hanging out with Hagan anymore, so maybe he should cut him some slack.

Though they did murder someone.

Jesus H. Christ.

Maybe this is why they say curiosity killed the cat — Eddie’s head is throbbing. He’s about to take another hit from his joint when he hears leaves crunching in the distance.

Shit.

Someone’s coming.

Snubbing out his joint against the rock, Eddie tries his best to make it seem like he’s just here, escaping the busy Halloween night. Which, like, he definitely is, but he can’t be too safe. Especially not when there are two teenage murderers on the loose.

“She thinks m’bullshit? She’s bullshit! Bullshit.”

The voice is unmistakable.

Jesus H. Christ could tonight get any weirder.

Eddie’s only escape is to run deeper into the forest, and he’s not about to do that so he makes himself comfortable on top of Skull Rock like a fucking sitting duck. Searching the pockets of his vest, he yanks out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Neither of which he was looking for. Of course, he left his pocket knife in his van. Stupid. So stupid!

There’s a moment of silence before Harrington emerges from the clearing. The moon is bright above them, making Steve’s tear-stained cheeks and red-rimmed eyes glow in the otherwise dark forest.

Maybe he is feeling guilty after all.

“Ah, fuck,” Harrington groans, stumbling to the ground.

Eddie watches as he rolls around for a moment, struggling to find his footing. If Eddie were a mean person, he might let Harrington suffer. But something about his behavior reminds him of a wounded animal, and Eddie’s always had a soft spot for bruised and broken things.

“Shit, Harrington, you okay?” Eddie asks, jumping down.

Eddie’s boots crunch against the leaves, startling Harrington. He manages to pull himself into a seated position and brandishes a near empty beer bottle in Eddie’s direction. “Stay back!”

“Woah, man,” Eddie yelps, hands raised in surrender in front of him. “Don’t kill me.”

“Oh, s’you,” Steve says, slumping against the tree behind him. He tosses the beer bottle aside and runs both his hands over his face. “Jesus. Why does everyone think I would kill s-someone?”

“Uh,” Eddie stutters, glancing around. Now’s his chance to make a break for it. Put those hours of physical education to good use and sprint to the van before Harrington has a chance to make him his next victim. But there’s something in Steve’s sad eyes and dejected voice that makes Eddie stay. “‘Cause you have killed someone before?”

“Man, what the hell are you talking about?” Harrington snaps, fumbling to get out of his jacket. “I’ve n-never killed anyone.”

“So, you didn’t kill Barbara Holland, then?”

“No! Jesus, ‘course not. Barb was… Barb was nice. She was good. Like Nance. Better than Nance, maybe. I don’t know,” Harrington whines, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Barb she’s… yeah, man, she’s dead. But I didn’t have anything to do with that. N-not in the way you think I did, at least.”

Harrington’s not making a lot of sense, which only spurs Eddie’s curiosity on more. Closing the distance between them, Eddie hops to a squat in front of him. “But you did have something to do with what happened to her?”

“Shit, man,” Harrington groans, words slurring more more. “S’complicated, okay. I can’t talk about it with you or her parents or anyone. Or else they’ll come for me or Nance or our families and then we’ll all be toast like Barb. And that… that thing that came out of the Byers’ wall.”

Complicated? Jesus H. Christ, Eddie’s never heard anything more complicated than the jumble of words that just left Harrington’s mouth. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, the realization that they’re alone in the woods talking about something someone doesn’t want Harrington talking about.

“What?” Eddie says more to himself than to Steve. “Harrington, what thing in the Byers wall? You’re not making any sense!”

“The thing. You know, the… the,” Steve hiccups. “The thing we can’t talk ‘bout, else they’ll come for us next.”

Someone will come for him and his family if he reveals what happened to Barb? And the thing in the Byers wall? He wants to ask who would come. What would happen? Is he being blackmailed? There are so many questions dancing on the tip of his tongue, but none of them win the war.

“Harrington, man,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “Are you in trouble? Do you, like, need help or something?”

Finally, freeing himself from his jacket, Harrington lifts his head and looks up. There’s a moment where Eddie’s life flashes before his eyes, but then the sad replay of his life is interrupted by Harrington’s hand on his cheek. A dopey-looking grin on his face as he squints up at Eddie.

“You have pretty eyes, M-m-munson. Anyone ever tell you that?” Steve slurs before promptly passing out against the tree.

What the hell has Eddie gotten himself into?

[collectivecloseness]

I’m just imagining Eddie walking in on you and stobin ‘getting up to things’ when you’re with the fruity four. Without him and poor Nancy!

*sighs dreamily* oh the fruity four my loves...

Sharing Is Caring

Fruity Four x reader

“Well well well... What do we have here?”

Eddie leaned against the wide open door frame to your bedroom. Inside it was dark, only a lamp in the corner on, but it was enough for the three inhabitants of the room.

On your bed, you were laying naked. Looking like a goddess of Greek legends, to Eddie. And with their mouths attached to one boob each, both notably still mostly dressed, were Robin and Steve. Who seemed to harmoniously be sharing your chest. Both now glowering up at Eddie from where he stood smirking.

Those two friends were very good at sharing. Of course all four of your lovers were, in this relationship, and so were you. But Steve and Robin definitely seemed to pair off occasionally to share you. As did Nancy and Robin. Or Steve and Eddie. Or Nancy and Steve! A number of mixes. All with very different styles of sharing in their own ways.

Robin gave a burst of breath as she latched off your left nipple, closest to the doorway as she bored at Eddie, with not a very impressed look in her eyes. “Go away Eddie.”

“Yeah! Get out.” Steve joined forces, before going right back to lounging on your other nipple. His eyes open and innocent up at you, as he mouthed hungrily over your breast.

“You three were keeping so quiet!” Eddie announced humorously, still not bothering to close the door, even an inch, spreading light into the room and your devoured form. “Trying to keep her away from me, and poor Nancy before we got back from work?”

Eddie finished around the same time as Nancy did on Wednesdays, and every other Tuesday, so he usually picked her up.

Eddie now lowered one hand to motion at you, his eyebrow raised as he kept up his coolness. “Did our highness, in all her loveliness, agree to be hidden away?” Eddie asks, the others not bothering to respond. Robin wasn’t even looking at him as her hands grabbed and fondled your tit hungrily, her mouth still moving with no intention of stopping, ignoring Eddie completely. Steve was still lightly scowling at Eddie a little, but he always looked back up at you with those same wonderous eyes, happily sucking on your breast without a care what was happening.

Eddie walked only a step into the room, but he made it clear he was speaking to you now. Something that was sparking a small fire in your chest, with his large brown eyes playfully right on yours, while Robin and Steve still selfishly sucked and grasped there. Your chest hammering below them. “I don’t know if someone as exquisitely bewitching as you can not be yearned for. Don’t you languish for me, your simple boyfriend, too sweetheart? Am I not allowed to play? Am I to be thrown away like so many others, and not be able to worship you in all your beautiful glory? Do I-“

“Eddie will you shut the hell up! I am trying to focus!” Robin loses her patience. When she accidentally goes back down on you, she bites your boob in her frustration. Causing a small gasp of pain from you, that she quickly apologises for. Brushing over your tiny marks with her soft hands, hushing you as she kisses it better. When she starts lapping it better with her tongue, with kitten licks, it definitely starts to make you feel a whole lot better.

Eddie, however, feigns hurt. His hand on his heart. And then he winks at you, making eye contact with you, and Steve, as he starts again. “Well if you need to focus you’re not doing a very good job.” He quips back, laughing when Robin doesn’t even bother to revolt.

But before Eddie can finish his romantic plea again, you raise your hand out for him, your other brushing Steve’s hair as your eyes beg for your other lover a little. Even though it’s hard to pay attention, when Robin and Steve are pinning you down with their mouths alone. “Hey. There is somewhere else you can put your mouth. Somewhere that’s free right now.” You offer, excited at the way his eyes light up. And especially how his tongue eagerly licks at his lips, in subconscious anticipation. God Eddie’s tongue thing was cute. And not even the tongue thing you were hoping he’d move onto in a second.

But right after you’d spoken you had looked down to your two other lovers. Robin first, then Steve, to make sure they were okay with Eddie’s participation.

Robin grumbled something, and Steve, who apparently heard her, agreed with the sentiment. “Yeah. He can kiss my ass.”

“Don’t tempt me Harrington.” Eddie raised his brow at him. But as the others, slightly begrudgingly but too enamoured to care much, went back to their task at hand, both of them humming around your tits as you carded your hands through their hair, something that made you sigh in pleasure, Eddie checked over his shoulder. And then, he yelled for Nancy.

“Yeah?” Nancy jogged up the stairs, a smile piqued on her face, hand bracing against the doorframe as she looked to Eddie, and then her eyes met with the room. Specifically, with you.

Robin and Steve both looked over now. They still kept grazing around you, you didn’t even need to be able to feel it, since the mouthing sounds rang through the quiet room, but they both met Nancy’s eyes, with a tad more curiosity than they had Eddie. And after Nancy had finished her glances at them, oh was her tight smirk devilish in the glow of the hallway, the way she swayed on her feet so innocently, but how she eyed you up like a piece of meat... it made you shudder. Something your two lovers clinging onto you, stroked your naked chest over. And you couldn’t tell if Nancy had seen your reaction, or if she was smiling more deviously between you and Eddie just because of the scenario alone.

“Oh. I see we’re having a party.” Nancy spoke slowly, teasingly. Her tone always able to get that more subby side of you out. She smiled oh so politely up at the other in the door. “Are we invited Eddie?” She asked him. Even though at this point, Steve and Robin were both having to hold down your legs, with their free hands, that you were bucking for both your other lovers.

Eddie crosses his arms, smiling back at her in a shared way. “Well I suggest we party crash.” He shrugged.

Nancy hummed. “Good idea.” She was cut off by a whimper from you, both of them looking over at the way Robin and Steve were having to use their own legs to keep you down now. Their mouths around your breasts becoming even more intense. Robin was sucking hard, one had clawed on your under boob, and staying there. Meanwhile Steve was sinking his teeth around your breast, his tongue frantically trying to swirl around your hardened peak. Both of them panting slightly with the effort, to enjoy their selfish time as much as possible, while keeping you down, and for themselves.

Nancy largely ignored this fact, making you whine for them again, as both her and Eddie were only looking to each other, just glancing at you, and your paramours.

“You think they’ll provide entertainment and a feast?” Eddie asked Nancy with a toothy smile, getting another hum in return, as well as her thought out answer of “If there’s enough to go around. I’m sure our lovely partners aren’t going to be that greedy.”

Robin mumbled at this. Pulling you closer, but not away from Steve, who she was still amicably sharing with. One hand latched protectively over your waist, as her other gripped the side of your boob she was now only heavy breathing over. Steve scrambling just that inch closer, hugging your side with such adoration and ease. Her leg was thrown over your bare one, and she nosed at the side of your chest as she had to lick her lips before she could grumble, seemingly having spent all of her spit on your boobs. “I wanna be greedy.” She said, not too loud, but somehow being stern, and slightly whiny, although you’re sure the latter wasn’t on purpose. She immediately went back to you when she was done, and you gently brushed her cheek as she did so, her look far off and stubborn, as her mouth moved about to latch again and again onto your breast, the plush of her tongue flattening against it with each new angle she tried.

You could tell by her darting eyes, and the way she clung to you more desperately, she could hear Nancy walking into the room. And while you, and Steve, looked up at her so wonderously, especially now Eddie was following behind, Nancy only gave you a greeting little smile and jovial raise of her shoulders, as she set her sights on Robin. She gently stroked her hand through the blonde girls locks, something you could tell Robin liked, leaning into it even as she stayed adoring over your boob. Your hand joining Nancy’s in her hair, by brushing Robin’s forehead at the same time.

“Now.” Nancy spoke cordially, moving by your head so Robin only had to look up to see her, which she did so. Mouth still bobbing around you. “Surely you’d like to share some of my attention too?” Nancy asked, with a hand delicately to her own chest. You didn’t miss how it was aimed just askew enough from her heart, to be just more poignant on her actual chest, just subtle enough for Robin’s lusted out mind. “If you can be soooo good and let me share y/n as well?”

Something that Robin, while definitely not letting go of you, seemed to be accepting of. Easily falling under Nancy’s soft, and sweet, and calculated dom tone that got you all.

But Steve on the other hand, was rapidly kissing at the side of your chest. Pecks smushed all over you there. Speaking more to himself, but alerting the others to the fact “Need to make y/n feel so good...” The mission of actually pleasuring you, instead of letting you just lay there. Causing a shiver up your spine as you suddenly had the singular attention of all four of your lovers, dedicated with the shared aim of making you feel good.

“I don’t know. I could ogle a bit longer.” Eddie scratched at his jaw while keeping an intensely charismatic eye contact with you, that you just couldn’t look away from. His tongue poking the inside of his cheek playfully, before setting out to stick out his mouth again, hanging onto his upper lip with exuberance.

When, even with the insane pleasure of two of your lovers desperate on your chest, and the other two riling you up so badly, you couldn’t help but gleam back at Eddie, biting onto your lower lip to stop a moan Robin and Steve were threatening with their depraved suckling, Eddie grinned even deeper back. You could see it in his eyes, how much you were making him glow right now. Followed by another very loving wink.

“Perv.” Robin and Nancy say at the same time, although with drastically different tones. It does get both girls to smile at each other though, Robin going slightly red as Nancy strokes down her neck more this time, a sweet and approving smile on her face.

“Then why do you need to share? Great! More for us.” Steve forlorns, something that Eddie very much does not agree with. Giving a pinch to your boyfriends ass, who still doesn’t rip himself away from your boob, just slapping Eddie’s hand away.

But those two still seemed to be attached to your boobs like gremlins. So Eddie let them be, with his own ideas in mind. Sitting on your bed by your thighs, narrowly avoiding Robin’s legs clung to your body, as he stroked your stomach up and down. “Hi.” He smiled, thankful to be sat with you. Grinning with a soft tickle to your stomach, as you give him a perky “Hi” back.

Once you’ve finished giggling (after giving Robin and Steve a quick earthquake), Eddie looks up to Nancy, who’s taken her own seat on the mattress, by your head, caressing your hair now. “You want her mouth, or pussy?” He asks genuinely, only looking at Nancy for her answer, even though his slow but affectionate stroking of your inner thigh was driving you insane. With how much Robin and Steve had been just blissfully zoned out, but with the new accompaniment of your teasing lovers, you’d been being given foreplay for what seems like forever now.

At least that problem got solved very quickly. As Nancy made out with you so egregiously. Her tongue dipping into your mouth with her constant moans that you just had to drink, there was nowhere else to go with her swallowing you like this. Her lips ruby red with how long she’d been kissing you, tongue occasionally poking out, to smooth over your lips. Eating your face, however she could. Your frequent whines swallowed by her, making you even more needy as you didn’t know if the others knew just how desperate you were. High pitched sighs leaving your lips that Nancy kisses up eagerly. Her lips brushing against your tongue, before licking hotly at your own with hers. Her teeth yanking your bottom lip, until she goes to embrace your tongue again.

Steve and Robin are still at your tits. Both lavishing over the one they have each, and very happy with their share. Their mouths hot and still somehow so wet, lapping and sucking over your chest, with as much devotion as they can possibly manage, as they nearly pass out from pleasure. But simultaneously, have really kicked it up a notch to be so sexual, so depraved, so caring about how wet you must be because of them, as they all work together on you. Something so special.

And below, Eddie’s on your cunt. All their mouthings and more added up to the love Eddie was devouring your cunt with. His long tongue laved and stroked up your pussy. Scooping up your slick, and tonguing around inside you. Lapping wetly with the plush of his tongue all over your outer cunt. Flicking against your clit in every which way, before his lips moaned and messily suckled hard against it, making sure to vibrate against you with his hungry moans of pleasure. His lips nibbling lightly at your clit, before going back to loudly kiss at it. Making out with you from down below, covering you with kisses, as the others were doing everywhere else. There was no escape from Eddie’s mouth. You could feel the breaths of him laughing against you, and he had your thighs wrapped under his still leather clad arms, Robin and Steve still keeping your body down, as Nancy kept your head where she wanted it.

And you writhe, with all four of their mouths, their lips, their tongues, on the most loving parts of you. Wondering what it must look like, if someone took a picture of you right now. How all of you was encompassed by one body, solely devoted to you, on each part. How all four of their appreciative, and real moans, are squashed against the skin of your flushed self. Your body held in the embrace of all four of your lovers.

[empresskylo]

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 masterlist

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. 

[indouloureux]

just thinking about having a sleepover with nancy and you guys started touching each other bc you're both curious while listening to a sex song 😩

jesus fucking christ

18+ mdni — mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, cum eating

nancy was clad in this cute plaid pink pyjamas, walking over to the foot of your bed before she kneeled on the thick mattress. and she had this curious look on her face — leaning a bit more to something...risqué.

you'd placed your magazine down, the music from the boombox filling the corners of your lavender walls. "what's up?"

she tucked her hair behind her ear, finger dragged along the shape of her strong jaw as she did so. there'd been a new glint in her eyes, one you tend to see when she used to be with jonathan; pupils gradually widening and irises glossed.

"have you ever...touched a girl?"

choking suddenly on your spit, you closed the matte magazine and threw it aside, feeling the heat rise up to your cheeks. "what?"

"you know, like," she sat down, mattress dipping and making the both of you jump slightly as she did so. "like, touch a girl's...pussy before?"

you scratched your head, the soft cotton of your own blue pyjamas suddenly making everything hot in the heatwave her question had sent through you. "n-no. but..."

"but have you thought about it?"

a question that sounded so innocent, unbeknownst to you held a little bit more than it means. "y-yeah. i guess. i mean, there's nothing wrong with wondering, right?"

nothing wrong with wanting to experiment ever so often. 's not like i don't think of girls more often than i think of guys. or stare at the mannequins at a lingerie store. or touch myself to the thought of women because boys aren't just it.

"do you...want to try it?"

so yeah, that's what's gotten the both of you here, side by side, her cute pink laced panties thrown aside beside your black cotton ones on the carpeted floor. your legs spread open like the girls on pornos, or the filthy mags hidden beneath the dusted depths of your bed.

super freak blasts through the speakers, door locked despite your parents gone for the whole weekend. your heads thrown back, panting and moaning and lips wet from being licked as you fondled with each other's tits — nancy pulling and tugging on your hardened nipples like she's an expert on these things.

your pussies are bare in the open, the cold air of your ac being the only weak pleasure against your throbbing folds. you open your eyes, feeling a sudden pool of arousal start to drip to your covers when the sight of nancy naked and panting like a devious angel greets you.

"fuck," you whimper when she leans down to capture your buds into her mouth, having enough with the simple touching. her hand cups your breast from beneath and shoves it into her mouth, licking and suckling like a new born, moaning against your thick flesh.

"your tits are amazing," she sighs, her other hand impatient as it slides down the slope of your stomach before she's greedily running her slender fingers through your slick folds. she gasps against your tits. "ooh. so wet. i made you like that?"

when your hand slips between your midriff and her chest, nancy moves back to rest her head on the headboard, your fingers gently spreading her lips apart into a V. "your fault."

and then you're rubbing each other's clits. soft moans with the beat of the song, feeling each other's arousals at the pad of your fingertips. and god, you can smell her from up here — so sweet and delectable.

"oh, yeah, fuck, your hands are amazing," she giggles. "if i would have known, i would have went to you in the first place. jonathan can't do this,"

you mewl when her fingers go faster. and soon, it went from gentle circles to cruel rubbings from left to right, the contact of your folds against her fingers creating this squelching sound that makes you even more wetter.

"nancy," you squeal, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hips lift, legs shaking. she merely chuckles, gasping and cooing at the small puddle beneath your ass and the way her fingers, who despite only rubbing your clit, are now wet that there's wrinkles on her fingertips.

you pay her back, your weakening rubs suddenly plunging into her tight hole. nancy moans, jaw slacking when you push them in knuckle deep, curling and fucking fast that your arm almost looks like a motion blur. and nancy does the same; the sounds so obscene it sounded like you're pounding through meat.

"i'm gonna cum," you hump her hand, three of her slender fingers tracing your gummy walls and fucking that spot deeper than any guy could. and nancy shouts, squeals, "fuck me too,"

in that clusterfuck of fuck fuck fuck, i'm gonna cum, you feel so good, both your fingers are coated in this sticky wide substance, quick and sudden like a waterfall. neither of you slow down even as cum starts to pool out between the ridges of your hole and your fingers.

you pull your fingers out, shoving it deep into your mouth, moaning when nancy sticks her tongue out, rubbing her fingers on her pink tongue — your cum lathering over her thick muscle that you're gushing out a bead of seed when you clench your hole.

"so," she giggles, licking her lips and throwing her head sideways. "ever got eaten out by a girl before?"

*cums*

reblogs and feedback are appreciated <3

[ashwhowrites]

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."

[milkiangl]

hiii could you write fem ready x nancy wheeler where reader and nance are dating and they are the ones going to talk to the victor at pennhurst and nancy does readers makeup or something with the outfit they have to wear before they go ? that sounds confusing so if it is you can change it up as much as you want !😭

pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader.

warning: pure fluff, kissing, established relationship, allusions to sexual situation, nancy is a straight up tease, feminine nicknames.

note: this is so sickly sweet i’m actually growing a cavity ( bad pun m’sorry.. ) but anyways!! missing my girl so much and i’ve been really craving writing something super fluffy so why not wack out two birds with one stone?? ♥︎

“Quit being a brat and sit still.”

You huffed in obedience, seizing your prior swiveling upon Nancy’s lap as she continued her present task of cushioning one of her makeup brushes— packed with a rosy powdered blush—against your delicate cheekbones.

Both of your legs were thrown on opposite sides of Nancy’s thighs, caging them between yours whilst your knees dug into the soft bedding of her comforter.

Her tongue lolls out of the corner of her mouth in concentration, applying some finishing touches to your fragile eyelids that were decorated in soft hues of eyeshadow.

Humming in completion, her crystal azure irises leisurely traveling up and down the extent of your figure, giving you a final once over that has you wiggling under the heating surveillance of her stare once more.

Her signature grin takes over her features, watching you as she reaches for her aged hand mirror. “Wanna see, sweetheart?”

Nodding timidly, she flips the object around so you were met with your reflection gazing back at you.

“Pretty, huh, baby?” Nancy tilts her head slightly, examining the way you immediately become flustered; your bashful gaze shifting down to fidget with the hem of her dress that resembles the one she dressed you in. “No need to get all shy on me. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen, isn’t that right, honey? Say it for me.”

Her thumb and index finger grasp your chin delicately, lifting your head to meet her eyes that has your whole body warming from confronting her praises. Deciding to finally humor her once you spotted the way her eyebrow began inch up impatiently. You meekly responded, “M’your pretty girl.”

Nancy’s lips pull into a satisfied smile, revealing her pearly white canines in full. “That’s right. My pretty girl,” Leaving an unhurried peck on your moisturized top lip, her tongue peaked out to drag across the flesh agilely; tasting coated shimmery lipgloss prior to capturing your eager mouth with her own.

Your incoherent whines and mewls only provoked her actions further, indifferently smearing your freshly finished makeup whilst your bunched skirt rid up your bare thighs increasingly.

Breaking apart, erratic breath decelerating, Nancy’s mouth broke out into another smirk; leaning in to tenderly nibble at the skin of your earlobe. Taking it between her teeth and tugging slightly, her raspy voice fell just below a whisper. “So smart too.”

♥︎ — taglist. @amourrs @bobfloydsgf @alexxavicry @sqpphos @oncasette @fxllfaiiry

© 2023 milkiangl | don’t copy, repost, or translate my work !

[powderblueblood]

please do something with nancy wheelr i miss my baby

-🧞‍♀️

SAVE ME FROM WHAT I WANT - nancy wheeler

author's note: my beautiful jean genie anon, i love you so much for asking for this and i hope to god you like it. this honestly maybe might be a prologue to something bigger i'm toying around with (spot the references l o l) but-- let's just get into it, shall we??? content warning: nancy wheeler being semi in denial about her sexuality, nancy wheeler is a lesbian, mentions of pussy eatin but no actual pussy eatin, references to complicated stancy and jancy, mention of parent illness, a little angst and a little fluff word count: 1.7k

The first time Nancy Wheeler kissed a girl was not a light bulb moment.

There were no choirs of angels singing, no great and fantastic revelation about who she is. 

Because it’s not like she hadn’t thought about it before.

Nancy, a student of the human scene, has entertained the curiosity the same way one might like, want to see what happens when they throw a watermelon off the top of an eleven story building. The fall and the impact will surely be thrilling, but then there’s the cleanup. Did you know it’s illegal to throw watermelons off buildings in most US states? So theoretically, if she were to throw the watermelon, she could always toss and run. But then she’d have to live with the guilt of not going back and owning up to her mess. It could have really hurt someone. Maybe it did! 

But the temptation to throw is still there. 

Anyway, she doesn’t think about it that much. So it’s fine. 

She only thought about it when her feminist lit professor paused at her desk, returning the paper she’d written about Gloria Steinem infiltrating the Playboy Club. Professor Gonzalez, who Nancy can’t quite bring herself to call Flo despite her insistence, has sleek black hair that tumbles over her shoulder like dark and deadly sand through an hourglass. It fell in a sheet then too, almost hitting Nancy in the face as Flo told her, “This is great. I know Gloria, and she would totally love this.” 

Despite Nancy’s best friend derisively protesting that Professor Gonzalez does not know Gloria, are you shitting me, Nancy entertains daydreams where she and Flo and Gloria Steinem meet up in a dark bar for a gorgeous, stimulating meeting of the minds. In some versions, Flo goes home first, leaving Nancy and Gloria alone. In other versions, the versions that throw heat on Nancy’s cheeks even just thinking about them, Gloria goes home first and Nancy and Flo are staring at each other through the brine-heavy buzz of dirty martinis. 

Nancy doesn’t even like dirty martinis. 

She discovered this at some dorm get together or another, where one of her similarly-affected-by-pretentiousness coursemates attempted to mix them. Badly, she assumed, because they tasted like crap. She winced on every sip. 

“Someone once told me these were supposed to taste like pussy,” her best friend had said from the common area couch, to which Nancy had snorted, Jesus!, a little gin and vermouth and brine coming out of her nose. 

“And?” That came from a girl in a smart ponytail, who was wearing smart suit slacks and a smart sweater in ultra smart, muted colors. She had taken a seat next to Nancy on the floor by the fire, and Nancy found herself awkwardly adjusting her off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. She should have dressed up for this, right? But these common room salons were always happening, and it felt like it was so hard to gauge the dress code. 

“How does that flavor profile match up?” 

Nancy realized that the low tone this girl was speaking in wasn’t meant for the room. It wasn’t even meant for her best friend, who’d posed the question. It was just meant for her. 

Ah, Nancy mouthed. “Um. I don’t know. I’ve never… tried it.”

Oh, the girl mouthed back, her head cocked toward her shoulder. “Maybe you should think about expanding your palate.” 

Nancy’s stomach had jumped and she had drunk the rest of her shitty martini way too fast. By the time she had figured it was time to head to bed, her head felt like it was floating a couple of inches above her neck, and she was hand-in-hand with the smart girl from the fire. 

Back slumping against the door in a clumsy stumble. Nancy giggled. The girl, who said her name was Sal, which Nancy thought was very glamorous, leaned against the door next to her. 

“I wish I dressed like you,” Nancy said, reaching out to finger the arm of her sweater. Cashmere. Something expensive. People were always wearing expensive things here. They looked so grown-up, so continental, compared to Nancy’s department store skirts and pastel shades. 

“We can swap outfits,” Sal hummed, the words coming from low in her throat as she tilted her head towards Nancy’s, “if your roommate isn’t home.”

Nancy Wheeler, even four crapshoot dirty martinis in, is not obtuse. Seeing double might make it a quadruple entendre, but she still knows one when she hears it. 

“I… have a boyfriend,” she’d whispered, almost into Sal’s mouth. That was, at the time, only half true. She and Steve were still navigating long distance in a post-Jonathan-breakup world. It wasn’t perfect yet, so no promises were made. But history weighed heavy on them.

Sal reached out to pluck at Nancy’s old sweatshirt, the one she’d cut the neck out of to make it drape around her shoulders like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. It was a comfort thing, an old blanket, a teddy bear. “A Hawkins Tiger, no doubt?”

“Used to be.” 

“And what does a Hawkins Tiger know about pussy?” This, Sal had whispered into the shell of her ear, arm tightening around her waist. Her lips met that spot of skin behind Nancy’s ears that she liked to have touched, how did Sal know that. Giggling lowly, Nancy tilted her head to meet Sal’s lips, the kiss so small and so delicate that it hardly felt like launching anything at all. No great pull, no absolute passionate urgency. 

Suddenly, as Sal flushed her chest against Nancy’s and deepened the kiss, she had a vision of splattered watermelon. 

Projectiles are so dangerous. 

“They know… more than you’d think,” Nancy said, and smiled, and slipped away from Sal and into the darkness of her bedroom. 

Better to be safe than sorry. 

The second time Nancy kissed a girl, she didn’t even look like herself. 

She had come stomping into her best friend’s off-campus apartment (this girl being one year her senior) with her makeup kit in hand, like she was cashing in a makeover coupon that was about to expire. “Please, help me out here. I need to– it needs to be different this time.”

Now, that statement could have meant anything; it being New Years Eve, which they were about to celebrate, it being the most recent iteration of her breakup with Steve, it being her entire vision of herself. 

Nancy was fashioned into a vixen of epically out-of-her skin proportions, but she loved it. And maybe it was the bottle of cheap champagne they’d indulged in while getting ready, but she couldn’t quit gazing at her sparkling sapphire eyelids, the dress with chains for straps draping over her lithe little frame, the body waves her perm had been gelled into. She felt so far away from the hardheaded provincial do-gooder she’d admonished herself for being, a tiny bumpkin of a fish in the humongous, rushing, risque pond of college life. She felt alive and mischievous, like a nymph, her blood sparkling in her veins like the bubbles in her coupe.  

She and her best friend set off out to a party, shivering against the sub-zero temperatures and whooping like hyenas all the way there. Arms linked, sharing what little body heat they had, their mood soon flatlined as they settled into the festivities– average college fare, you know, with all of their other friends already paired off for their New Years’ kisses. They were the only two single people there, it seemed– she, recently liberated and her best friend, taking her seasonal sabbatical from mistletoe-themed hookups. It reminds her too much of a boy she knew in high school, though she’d never admit that. 

But Nancy knows. And Nancy loves her, despite the collegiate wild streak that has alienated her a little bit. And Nancy wanted to show her as much. 

Before the countdown even began, Nancy entwined their glitter painted fingers and said, “Hey! Promise me something?”

“Anything, Pants.” 

“Promise me we’ll always be as fun as we are right now,” she said, beaming. “Promise that no matter what happens, we’ll never lose it.” 

Aw! her best friend had mouthed, and took Nancy’s heart-shaped face in her hands. She leaned in, lips pulling Nancy’s in. Like tulip petals, Nancy had thought, but hadn’t exactly known why. They kissed and kissed, as the countdown raged and the ball dropped into sparkling smithereens. And as she felt her best friend’s tongue try and brace against her lips, Nancy pulled away. They stood together, forehead-to-forehead, giggling again. 

When their bubbles finally flattened, they spent the rest of the night and much of the morning talking about what life would be like if they could be together– because as much as Nancy loved her, and as fun as kissing her was, it was no watermelon. “It was a gas,” her best friend said, in that Fitzgeraldian way she had about her. 

They would celebrate the anniversary of what could have been, if they only worked out every year after.

Her first year out of college, Nancy spent her nights praying for a thrill. Six months filled with pulling doubles at a college bar in Indianapolis, hospital rooms, speaking to doctors when her mother couldn’t, fighting against her brother’s sullen silences and explaining to her sister what remission meant. Misery metastasized into monotony. She started staring down watermelons at the market. 

And she knows that’s a terrible thing to say and think, but it’s true. Even with all the support she had from Steve, who never knew exactly what to do when she’d report on her father’s diminishing health with the cadence of a newscaster, or even the help she was getting from Eddie, who took her on as a roommate in his shithole apartment. He got her a job in that divey college bar so she could be closer to her family as they all fell apart, shuttling her back and forth to Hawkins in his van. He was a better sibling to Mike than she ever was, she thought. Mike certainly seemed to like him more. 

The first time Nancy Wheeler realizes she really, really, really wants to kiss a girl, she stinks of fryer grease and spilled beer. And she should have expected it.

Expected to see her, anyway. 

Steve had told her about it weeks ago, but she had smoked half a joint of Eddie’s without telling either of them and zoned out. Very unlike the Nancy Wheeler that Hawkins had once known. 

She should have expected to see her, but here she is. Like a shock to the system, a last alarm. Nervous hands curved around a glass of Pilsner. Baseball cap on backwards. Cheeks ruddy with the chill of the city. 

“Oh! Hey– hi, Robin.”

[robin-buckleys-burner-account]

kiss me

pairing: nancy wheeler x fem!reader | word count: 2k | warnings: none, kissing (?)

summary: when you go to nancy’s to help her edit an article for the hawkins high paper, you find it hard to control the feelings you’ve been harboring for her.

author’s note: okay so i’m very excited bc this is my first queer fic!! that being said, i don’t have any experience with being in a queer relationship, so if there’s anything that i can do to make this a better representation of a queer/wlw relationship, please let me know!! also the idea and title for this fic comes from kiss me by sixpence none the richer so listen to that while reading this if you’d like!! also i apologize for the fact that this isn’t heavily edited or proofread. i plan to come back and edit any mistakes later

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“Hello?” your voice rang out as you entered the Wheeler home. You looked about, your eyes scanning the room, not seeing anyone in the house. Your gaze flitted down to your watch, making sure you had the right time. You were a few minutes early, you realized, and you hoped that you weren’t intruding. Maybe you should go wait in your car for a bit. You felt yourself pulling back, beginning to move towards your car, before you made a split-second decision and hesitantly let yourself into the house. Thankfully, you were greeted moments later as Nancy walked into the room.

“Oh, hi!” she said with an embarrassed chuckle, “I didn’t hear you come in.” Her cheeks were dusted with a pink flush, and her hair fell in damp curls around her face. “Sorry, I look a mess, by the way. I took a shower before you got here and sort of lost track of time, I guess. Hence the hair and the outfit,” she explained, running the tips of her fingers along her brown curls and gesturing to her clothes.

You grinned at her and shook your head. “No, it’s okay,” you assured her, “You look cute. It’s like I’m seeing a whole new Nancy.”

Your statement really was no exaggeration. Where Nancy was normally put together with her skirts and blouses arranged just so, she now looked relaxed, like she was in her natural state. She was clad in a faded pair of jeans, small rips and frayed threads visible along the seams from years of wear and tear. Along with this, a faded Hawkins High sweatshirt from your freshman year hung loosely on her frame. It was the least Nancy-like thing she’d ever worn, but somehow she never looked more herself.

“Oh, um, thank you,” she replied. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and she briefly turned away in an attempt to hide her bashfulness. She pursed her lips as she paused for a moment before speaking again, “We can look at the article in my room, or we can go in the dining room, if you’d rather that.”

“Your room is fine,” you told her with a shrug of your shoulders, “It’s up to you.”

She gave a quick nod of her head and smiled softly at you, “Okay. My room it is.” She turned towards the stairs, and you followed her, climbing up the steps. As she reached the top of the second story, she cast a look over her shoulder, making sure you were behind her as she walked towards her room.

As she opened the door, you looked around the room, taking in all the posters and pictures that covered her pink walls. You smiled at the quilt and frilly sheet that covered her bed. You’d seen it plenty of times before, but you still found it so endearing that Nancy’s room maintained its girlish decor from her younger years. It gave the space a comforting and nostalgic feel that was a true testament to her sentimental nature.

“What?” she asked, noticing the grin that painted your features.

Snapping out of your daze, you shook your head. “Nothing. I’ve just always liked this room. It feels very… you,” you told her very matter-of-factly as your shoulders rose and fell. Your eyes met hers, and you gave her a small smile.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she quipped, unable to hide the smirk on her lips.

She moved to the corner of the room, grabbing her book bag and rummaging through it. A few moments later, she turned back towards you, papers in hand. “Alright, so here’s the piece. I think it’s okay, but I’d just feel a lot better if I had someone else look over it,” she explained, sitting on the edge of her bed.

You felt the mattress dip beneath you as you came to sit beside her, taking the papers into your hands. “I’m sure it’s fine, Nance. Besides, can’t you just sort of publish whatever you want? I mean, you are the editor for the school paper.”

She rolled her eyes at your comment, though you could see a sense of amusement in her face. “Technically, yes, but I don’t want to just put anything on there. I want to make sure whatever I write is good,” she explained.

A small chuckle left your lips at her words. “Anything you write is good,” you reassured, “Hell, it’s better than good. You really have a gift for this kind of thing.” Your fingers mindlessly wandered over the pages, flipping each one to reveal the endless paragraphs they held.

A pink blush painted Nancy’s cheeks. “Thanks. I think you’re a really good writer, too,” she gushed, “You’re probably the best in our grade.” She shyly looked to you, and you could see the sincerity in your eyes.

“I don’t know about that,” you responded, “But thanks. It, uh, means a lot to hear that from you.” Your cheeks adopted a red hue, nearly matching hers.

“You really should try writing for the paper sometime,” she said quietly, her eyes flitting hopefully to meet yours. “I know the editor pretty well, so I’m sure I could get you a spot,” she joked.

You softly giggled at her comment, laughter bubbling from her throat to join yours. “Yeah, maybe so,” you answered, amusement still coloring your voice. Your eyes held her gaze, your smile slowly fading the longer peered into each other. In that moment, you could feel your body being pulled towards her. It was like there was an uncontrollable magnetism about her. Your eyes glanced down at her lips, and they looked so full and soft. You wondered what they felt like, how they’d feel against yours.

But before you could close the gap between you and find out, you felt yourself back. It was a small movement, barely even noticeable, but it was enough for the moment to end. Your eyes moved to the paper in your hands, feeling embarrassed and cursing yourself for being such a coward. You’d known Nancy for the better part of four years, becoming close friends as you went through high school, but you still froze up at the chance to turn your friendship into something more.

Trying to move past your own awkwardness, you read the first few lines of the article, searching for something you can comment on. Finally, you cleared your throat, “Um, I don’t think you need a comma here.” You touched your fingertip to the paper, pointing to a particular sentence. “I mean, I know that’s like a minor thing, but I figured I’d bring it up since we’re editing it,” your voice was meek and frail as you said it, sounding nothing like yourself.

Nancy’s eyes flitted to yours, quickly looking away as they met your gaze. She nodded her head, gently taking the paper from you. A small shiver ran through you as her fingers brushed against yours. “Okay…” she whispered, grabbing a pencil and marking the page before handing it back to you.

As you began to read farther into the piece, you found the previous awkwardness melting away, being replaced by a comfortable silence as you worked together. Occasionally you would speak up, pointing to certain phrases or spelling mistakes to change. She would hum in return, nodding and making her edits on the page.

As you became more and more focused on the task at hand, you started to get increasingly annoyed with the strands of hair that kept falling in your face. Frustrated, you took the scrunchie from your wrist, pulling your hair back.

After a few more moments of you reading through the article, you heard Nancy clear her throat. “You know,” she said quietly, “your hair looks really pretty like that, all pulled up.”

You could feel heat spread across your cheeks as you looked at her. “Really?” you asked, “You think so?”

She slowly nodded, “Mhm. You’re the prettiest girl I know.” Your eyes scanned her face, and you could tell that she meant every word.

“Thanks,” you answered, trying to contain the beating of your heart as it pounded in your chest, “I, um, I think you’re really pretty, too. Beautiful, actually.” You glanced down at her lips, wanting so badly to pull them against your own.

“Beautiful?” she repeated, her voice coming out in a small whisper. She scanned your face, and you noticed that her eyes lingered upon your lips. You felt yourself slowly begin to lean towards her, and you prayed that you weren’t imagining her leaning forwards, too.

You carefully nodded, afraid that any movement would break the moment, “Mhm. Beautiful, gorgeous, angelic. You name it.” You couldn’t hide the smile that danced across your lips as you found yourself even closer to her. She smelled of vanilla and brown sugar. It was intoxicating and sweet, just like her.

Just as your lips were an inch away from hers, looked up to catch her gaze. Your voice came out in a soft whisper, “Can I-”

But your question was cut short, as Nancy pulled you into her, closing the gap between you. Your body froze in shock before you melted into her touch. Her lips moved against yours in a movement so harmonious it could only be described as perfect. You sighed against her as your hands moved to her waist, clinging to her, desperate to hold onto her and know that this moment was real. Her hands wandered into your hair, letting it down and running her fingers through your locks.

You stayed entangled in her for what seemed like a lifetime, but somehow felt all too short as your lips left hers. Her chest rose and fell as she regained her breathing, yours doing the same. You let one hand remain on her waist, bringing the other one up to push a strand of hair behind her ear. As your eyes met hers, the two of you erupted into a fit a giggles, positively giddy on the affection radiating between you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she breathed out. She looked more beautiful than ever, her eyes bright and her lips red and swollen, matching the crimson hue that painted her cheeks.

“Really?” you asked, disbelief coloring your voice. You couldn’t believe that this was really happening. You had never imagined that she’d feel the same way.

She eagerly nodded, “Mhm. Ever since I met you.” Her hand rested against your cheek, pulling you into another quick kiss. “God, you’re irresistible,” she sighed.

You smiled into the kiss, playfully squeezing her waist. “I could say the same for you,” you teased, laughter tumbling from your lips. She joined you, giggles flowing from her in a beautiful symphony. You stayed close to each other, breathing in each other’s air and basking in the love shared between you. Your eyes slowly drifted down to the discarded papers, scattered on the floor. You looked back up to Nancy.

“So, about that article…” you began before a loud laugh tumbled from her lips. Her thumb brushed against your cheek, and she pulled you in for another kiss.

“Forget about the article,” she breathlessly mumbled against you, “Just kiss me.” You happily obliged, pushing everything else to the back of your mind, focusing on the girl in your arms and how lucky you were to have her. She was like a drug to you, beautiful and all-consuming. To hold her and be with her was to get lost in her, and in this moment you hoped to never be found.

You pulled away from her, gasping. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” you asked her breathlessly, earning a bubble of laughter from her.

“Does this answer your question?” she quipped, bringing her lips to yours.

A huge grin marked your face as you pulled away. “God, I have the coolest girlfriend ever,” you breathed, sending the both of you into a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, mine isn’t too bad either,” she replied, taking your hand in hers, “You wanna go grab some dinner? Make it a date?”

You nodded. “Sure thing,” you answered, following her out the door. As you watched her curls bounce in front of you, you smiled to yourself. She really was the girl of your dreams.

[loveinhawkins]

For the "give me title suggestions" post:

Ooh for the Nancy dive scene rewrite you could call it 'holy diver"

The other one I've got no clues so imma just shoot off some randos

Loss of our stars

Read between the lines

Silent sleepers, unlikely keepers

oh read between the lines would actually work well for the Nancy POV ‘the Dive’ scene rewrite

Made up fic titles game

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When Steve gets dragged back under Lover’s Lake, they all reach for him simultaneously; it’s just a matter of luck who happens to get there first.

Robin gets pulled forward, almost toppling over the side of the boat, but then Steve slips through her fingers.

“I’ve got him, I’ve got him,” she says, and in barely a blink, she dives in.

Nancy stands to do the same.

“Woah, hey, hey, hey,” Eddie says, voice high and tight with anxiety, “let’s just fucking think for a second.”

Nancy feels sorry for him; she’s sure that many years ago, she might have had a similar response to his, but she’s long since learned that there’s often no time to think, she can only do.

But then, just as she’s about to take the plunge, something stops her. There’s a sudden knife in her chest, cutting through her breathing.

Maybe it’s a delayed reaction to seeing Robin dive, to hearing Steve choke right before he was dragged under.

Or maybe it’s the fact that she’s looking down at the water, dark as ink, and a thought that haunts her floats up to the surface again: that water was one of the very last things Barb saw.

She stumbles over to the other side of the boat and retches.

“Woah, hey,” Eddie repeats, but it’s softer now, and she feels him gently wrap his hand around her forearm, steadying her. “Wheeler, you okay?”

“Row back to the shore,” she says through the knife in her ribs. “Tell Dustin that—”

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Eddie says with a humourless laugh.

He looks down at the water, ripples still marring the surface from where Steve and Robin once were. Nancy sees the resolve in his eyes take hold.

His hand moves until he’s gripping onto hers. He’s trying to take deep breaths, stuttering on them. She can feel him shaking.

I’m sorry, she thinks.

She squeezes his hand as tight as she can.

“I’ve got you,” she says fiercely; when she makes a promise, she means it.

He nods. “Together.”

She doesn’t once let go—not until she knows for certain that they’ve both made it through, and then they’re running to where Robin is yelling, battling with some creature, and when Nancy spots Steve on the ground, sees the blood, her heart stops, and for a moment she thinks I’ve lost him, I’ve lost him—

Then there is no time to think.

Afterwards, she’s tearing at her shirt with determination, because there is not a chance in hell that Steve Harrington is bleeding out on her watch.

She has to stop for just a second, still shivering from the coldness of the Lake.

“Nance,” Steve says quietly, “I just—thanks. You didn’t have to…”

“Shut up,” she says without looking, comes back to herself and tightens the bandages, heart aching every time Steve groans in pain.

She wants to shake him until he understands that he is worth it, worth everything—that she would never not try and save him. If she loses anyone else, she’s going to burn it all to the ground.

She tries to push back the tide as they walk through the woods. In the distance, she hears Steve thank Eddie, all awkward and quiet, and she hears Eddie spin some absolute bullshit that makes her want to shake him, too; he makes her sound so damn capable, twists everything until even his own heroics somehow sound like cowardice.

For a moment, she turns to them and finds a fleeting lightness.

“Eddie Munson, you lie like a rug,” she says, laughing, and from the glow of her torch, she sees him flush. She looks at Steve and tells him pointedly, “He dove right in with me.”

Steve smiles at her, young and hesitant. His body is slowly angling towards Eddie like he’s not even aware that he’s doing it, and Eddie doesn’t pull away, not even when their arms keep brushing against each other.

For a little while that sight is enough to spur her on, but her smile fades away as the knife in her chest returns, and she can’t find the energy to acknowledge Robin’s jokes, because all she can think is oh, Barb would have laughed at that.

And then every single thought comes back to Barb—a lancing pain, like a vine taking root in her head.

Robin gets through the Gate. Then Eddie. Then—

“No,” she says to Steve, “you first.”

“Nance, come on,” Steve says. “You already—you’ve done enough. Lemme have this.”

“That’s—that’s not how this works,” Nancy says, as the knife cuts in deeper, and the vine grows, and God, she thinks, looking at Steve’s eyes shining in distress, there’s too much, there’s too much in my head; it’s going to drown me, and I’m so worried I’ll drag you down with—

Blinding pain. She sees so much. Too much.

Everything.

And then she’s back, and she’s falling, and Steve is yelling at her hoarsely, and she’s gasping for air, and all she can say is—

“I saw her, I saw her, I saw her.”

She’s sobbing.

“Nance,” Steve whispers. He knows. And then he’s embracing her, and he’s whispering, “You’re here, you’re here,” into her hair, like he needs to convince himself, and she realises that he’s crying a little, too.

When they both can breathe a little better, they look up.

Eddie’s hanging from the rope, hand outstretched.

And Nancy knows he dove right in. Didn’t waste a second.

She takes his hand.

“I’ve got you, Wheeler,” he says.

Together, the three of them climb up, up, up into the light.

[steddieasitgoes]

written for @eddiemonth Day 6 Prompt: Crush cw: period typical homophobia read on ao3 | link to my ao3 Eddie Month series

The Hawkins High Library is somehow both quiet and bustling. There’s not a free table in sight; students hunched together in groups of twos and threes. Loners are forced to share with others. All of them with their noses deep into study guides, highlighters perched between tense lips. Some flip through flashcards, mumbling answers as the librarian watches over with a stern look, ready to shush anyone who dares make a sound. 

The sun beats down on the small room, rays of warmth promising free days to come. Summer break is on the horizon. All that stands between them and three months of endless freedom is finals. 

Finals, which, in Eddie’s case, don’t just promise a summer of freedom. But a life free from high school altogether. Assuming he manages to finally pass Mrs. O’Donnell’s chemistry final. 

The odds of this happening, though, are not very great. Especially since he’s already failed her chemistry class once before. (Honestly, Hawkins High should just hire a new chemistry teacher and stop putting everyone through her miserable class.) 

But it’s okay because Eddie’s actually been trying this semester. 

As in, he finally suffered through the mortifying ordeal of asking for help and landed himself the best tutor that Hawkins High has to offer: Nancy Wheeler. 

With her help, he’s managed to bring his F up to a low D- which isn’t great, but it's the closest he’s ever been to passing. Now, all he has to do is get a C on the final and submit some lame extra credit essay, and he should be able to turn that D- into a D+ and pass the class. 

At least, that’s the plan. 

Which is why he’s currently tucked away at a library table opposite Nancy and the King of Hawkins high himself, Steve Harrington, instead of bumming around in Jeff’s garage planning their summer Hellfire campaign. 

“Okay,” Nancy says, pulling his attention away from the giant library window. She’s holding an index card in her hands. Her usual pristine manicure chipped. Nails bit as short as possible. Eddie supposes the stress of finals even gets to the nerds. “A proton has what kind of charge?” 

“Positive.” 

She nods, not one for verbal praise, and flips to the next card. “What happens in an endergonic reaction?” 

Shit.

He should know this one. 

Eddie taps his pencil against the table. Tilts his head back until his eyes are focused on the ugly popcorn ceiling of the library as if it holds the answers. It doesn’t, unfortunately. Frustrated, he buries his head in his hands for a moment before peering up at Nancy with his big brown eyes and a solemn look on his face. 

Steve scoffs beside Nancy, looking up from his own study guide to throw an arm possessively around her. 

Eddie’s about to call him out on his weird macho man behavior when his stomach starts to growl. Jesus H. Christ. He knew he shouldn’t have skipped lunch today. 

Nancy sighs, shaking Steve’s arm off of her as she stands. “I’m going to go grab us some snacks from the vending machine.” 

“You’re the best, Wheeler!” Eddie smiles, watching as Nancy walks away. 

When he turns back to the table, ready to flip the flashcard over to learn what an endergonic reaction is, Steve is glaring at him. His arms are crossed tightly across his chest as he leans back in the chair. Eddie can tell he’s trying to look casual and unbothered, but the tension in his jaw and the rage in his eyes say otherwise. 

“What’s got your panties in a twist, my liege?” 

Steve scoffs, shaking his head. “Do you think I’m stupid, Munson? I can see you flirting with my girlfriend right in front of me.” 

Eddie stares at Steve dumbfounded, wide eyes blinking as Steve continues to glare. There’s a rumble in the pit of his stomach, one that stems from laughter instead of hunger, but Eddie bites the inside of his cheek to keep it at bay. Something tells him laughing at Steve isn’t going to end well for him. He might have a bad track record when it comes to fights, but the only punch Eddie has ever thrown was accidental at a haunted house. And he ended up bruising his own hand instead of the clown’s nose. 

“I don’t have a crush on Nancy.” 

“Sure you don’t,” Steve hums sarcastically, crossing his arms even tighter. 

The stupid sleeves of his striped polo strain against the bulge of his biceps, and Eddie tries his best not to stare. Oh, if only you knew the truth, Harrington.

“Every guy here has a crush on Nancy. Especially since they know they can’t have her.” 

This time, it’s Eddie who scoffs. Objectively, sure, Nancy’s cute and all. But, the audacity of Harrington to think every guy wants her just because he has her is more irritating than comical. He doesn’t think Nancy would be too thrilled about it either. 

“I don’t know what to tell you, Harrington, but I don’t think about Nancy like that.” 

“So, what are you a queer then?” Steve snaps. 

Eddie feels his skin heat up like the blood is rushing to his cheeks and his ears, and then, as quickly as the temperature rises, it sinks, sending him into a numbing cold. Judging by Harrington’s wide eye gaze, Eddie assumes he looks like a guy who’s two seconds away from hurling or passing out on the floor. Both of which he’d welcome. Anything is better than having this conversation with Harrington. 

“Wait,” Steve says as if Eddie has the strength to get up from his seat. “Shit, I’m sorry. I— I don’t know why I said that. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m really sorry, man. I’m trying not to be this asshole, and then I go and say asshole shit like that. I just—“ Steve drags both hands down his face as he groans.

“You’re in love with her and don’t want another freak stealing her from you?” Eddie supplies, totally caught off guard by the sound of his own voice. Honestly, he’s kinda proud of himself for stringing together a coherent sentence, let alone a dig like that, after Steve’s insult-turned-apology. 

Steve doesn’t say anything, just stares at Eddie with those stupid wide eyes, and his even stupider lips barely parted. 

“What? It was kind of hard to ignore the little lover's quarrel you and Byers got into last winter. But trust me, Harrington. You have nothing to worry about. All I want from Wheeler is her help passing chem. As soon as I get that, I’ll be out of both of your hair.” 

Eddie can tell Steve’s thinking of a way to respond to that, but he never gets the chance because Nancy reappears just then. She dumps a handful of “brain food” on the table  — mostly trail mix concoctions and a lone Snickers bar — and passes each of the boys a bottle of water. It’s not exactly what Eddie was hoping for when she left for snacks, but he’s not about to complain. 

“Okay, so, endergonic reactions.” 

+ + +

Truthfully, Eddie should stop making plans since they never seem to go his way. What was supposed to be a chill, music-filled spring break has turned into quite the opposite. 

Instead, he’s spent the last two days in hiding, with only a handful of people keeping him safe, including Harrington and Wheeler, of all people. 

So much for staying out of their hair, he thinks manically, as he walks in tandem beside Steve in the actual hell-like version of Hawkins. They trail behind Robin and Nancy, Eddie rambling on and on about Steve, but he just can’t shut up. Maybe it’s the nerves, maybe it’s the memory of the three of them back in that library, maybe it’s just Eddie self-sabotaging because seeing Steve in his vest is doing things to him. Things he doesn't have time to deal with, especially not when Wheeler is right there.

Whatever it is, Eddie’s about to do the stupidest thing he’s ever done, aside from jumping into Lover's Lake in the first place.

Steve stops walking the minute Eddie starts talking about why he followed them here. They stop beside a tree, and Eddie angles his body so he’s in front of Steve. Probably closer than he should be, but Eddie’s not about to step backward. Not when there could be a creepy vine ready to trip him and give their positions away to the hoard of bats in the sky. No, thank you. 

He presses on instead, talking about Nancy and her incredible reaction time to Steve being dragged deeper and deeper into the murky waters. 

“Now, I don’t know what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would get her back,” Eddie says, eyes locked with Steve’s. “Because that was an unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.” 

With a hand clasped over his heart, Eddie watches as Steve glances towards Nancy’s direction. There’s a moment where Eddie thinks Steve’s actually going to listen to him. Run after the girl of his dreams and professes his undying love to her in the middle of the hell dimension version of Hawkins. But then, he slowly turns his head back toward Eddie and shakes his head. 

“I don’t...” Steve hesitates, eyes flickering to Eddie’s lips for the briefest of seconds before settling back on his eyes. He shakes his head. “I don’t have a crush on Nancy, man.” 

Eddie cocks his head in surprise. Lets a cackle of a laugh escape his lips as he stares back at Steve in disbelief. “You don’t have to bullshit me, man. It’s pretty clear you still have a thing for her. I mean, every guy in Hawkins has a crush on Nancy, remember.” 

Steve’s brows knit together, lips agape in that same stupid thinking face he gave Eddie all those years ago in the Hawkins High library. It’s aggravating how cute it is, even now when Steve’s covered in blood and grime and God knows what else. 

“Yeah, well,” Steve says, eyes slowly tracking Eddie from head to toe and back up again. “Turns out you were right. Not every guy has a crush on her. Some of us have eyes for someone else.” 

Just as Steve starts to lean in, the ground beneath them starts to rumble and shake, sending them both toppling to the floor. Whatever moment just happened between them disappears as the reality of their situation hits them again.

There’s no time for crushes when their lives are at stake. 

[collectivecloseness]

Nancy Wheeler x reader

(18+. F!reader, sub!reader. Mommy kink. Mostly Nancy but you and fruity four are in a poly relationship)

“How I loooove having my baby all alone.”

Nancy was crooning as she smiled at you. She’s somehow managed to get you all to herself, quietly in her room. And at a time she wasn’t working, and had reminded Robin and Eddie that they’d promised to help Steve fix the shower. They needed someone to check the boiler, the plumbing, as well as taking the thing apart. Which meant Nancy got to steal you away.

“I can’t believe you’re all mine right now. What am I going to do with you? Huh?” Nancy trailed her finger up and down the centre of your lovely summer dress she’d bought for you, just for you to try on. Her freshly cut nails bobbing down the curveature of your chest, and down the fabric buttons holding together your dress.

She’s gotten you up here asking you to try on some things she bought for you yesterday. Oh how she loved dressing you and her partners up. Nancy really adored it, it was like playing dolly, and she got to buy her partners gifts. But you were the one who let Nancy dress you up and move you around the most. Even if it was just to entertain her for one try of it.

But when she led you upstairs and looked back at you with a sweet raise of her shoulders and a “Good girl!” You knew what plans your girlfriend had in mind.

But honestly, Nancy made it so easy to slip into sub space with her. She made you feel so safe every time. Obviously, all of your lovers did, but Nancy really liked having a sweet sub on her hands.

“What do you want, huh baby?” Nancy’s tongue slides onto her bottom teeth a little with her open mouth smile. One of her small hands sweetly moving up your neck to cup your cheek, her thumb sweeping softly under your eye, her own doting and absolutely adoring on yours. Her other hand was gently carding up your thigh. “Can have anything you want! Just tell me baby.” Nancy kisses you sweetly, pulling back with a happy expression. Both her hands lovingly circling.

You just felt so warm, your chest rising more obviously, but you were just so happy being here. “Mommy, I just want you.”

That answer made Nancy very happy.

Your hands reached out for her, softly grasping her face with a hum, and Nancy gave a breathless laugh as her head fell down to your chin, coming back up to lovingly kiss all over your face. She’d called herself that pet name, ‘mommy’, earlier when talking to you, so you knew that was what was going on this session. And you were more than happy to sink into the dynamic, especially with the way Nancy was doting on you.

Nancy kisses over your neck only lovingly, accentuating her pink lip presses with kissing sounds every time. Looking up at you between each kiss, and her eyes gleaming before she goes to peck to spot on your neck she knows is sensitive. Pulling back only to crawl her fingers up your torso like a spider, and tickle your side in that way, laughing as you only half tried to fight her hand away, while you giggled in flow with her.

It especially made Nancy happy because your legs ended up squirming until they were at the back of hers. And while you tried to move her hand away, too slow though, up there, your legs curled around the back of hers down below, and pulled her closer on top of you. Nancy easily got her bearings, but she was pleased she was even closer to you now. “Well, mommy can at least give her good girl a kiss.”

Nancy’s eyes batted down to your lips. And when you pursed them asking for her, she laughed right up until she was at your mouth. Devouring your lips with a solid hum, and then sliding her tongue over yours so she could taste you.

God... you were so sweet. Nancy’s tongue moulded against yours easily, Nancy could never even begin to forget how to kiss you, and her hands were gentle enough to make sure they weren’t pulling at your hair, while she laid them down at the sides of your face. Holding you gently as Nancy relished in the feeling of your tongue exploring hers back. Your lips swiping against hers as you hum happy and needy, and she kept kissing you back for being such a good girl for her. Her good girl.

When Nancy pulled away, only after giving you another deserved peck, she sighed happily. The backs of her soft fingers stroking against your cheek, while her knees moved up, so she could trail your sweet dress that bit higher, so it was becoming more immodest. “My sweet y/n. I think my baby deserves a treat. You want all of mommy’s attention?”

Nancy’s heart spiked, because she was desperate for your pleased reaction.

“Yes mommy! Please? I’ve been so good. Just want you so badly.” You started writhing smally under her. Not quite bucking, but excited for whatever Nancy had in mind, she was always so smart, well planned. “Will do anything, promise I’ll be good mommy.” You let her hear that last word even though it dissolved into a whine.

And Nancy chuckled lightly as she heard you, her thumb swiping over your lips as she held your jaw. “I know you are baby. You’ve been my good baby all this time haven’t you. No need to prove yourself today. Just want to love on my sweet, sweet baby.” And it was all Nancy did want to do. Her hands left, and she went to unbutton each individual clip on her shirt. Throwing it to the side, and even taking your hand and guding you to touch over her bra, just letting you feel, and ogle glossy eyed from below. All before she quickly got rid of that too. Then she shimmied away only slightly to kick off her pants as well. Now Nancy was only in her panties, but she thought she might be able to use them to play with you later.

“Now baby, can I help you get undressed my love?” Nancy asked, already stealing her hands under your dress to paw at your thighs. You nodded gleefully, and Nancy didn’t even make you speak, she just chuckled back and gave you another sweet kiss, staying with you as she helped you pull down the thin straps of your summer dress.

And by help, Nancy wanted to do it all herself. Letting you kiss at the inside of her arms and whine out loving phrases at her as she eagerly let you watch her helping you out. Taking care of everything for you. Like she wanted to!

She’d gotten to treat you so much in the fifteen minutes she’d had with you upstairs. Gotten to show you her new gifts, able to sweet talk you, shower you with hugs and kisses and soft and flirtatious touches. And now here she was, fingers pulling at the hem of your underwear, even though she knew she was going to keep control and take your dress off first, able to just watch you looking up at her with nothing but love in your eyes, and be able to give you that look back too.

Until Eddie opened the door.

“Hey guys Steve said I had to check all the- oh! Well hello.” Eddie looked a bit surprised in the doorway, but began smirking almost immediately. Taking an extra step inside the room, to lean against Nancy’s dresser, leaving the door wide open. “What are we up to?”

Meanwhile you squeaked and hid slightly behind Nancy’s arm, blushing and smiling over a bit at Eddie. Although you loved your boyfriend and he had definitely seen you like this before, you were so used to just having Nancy with you right now, being the one to take care of you.

But Nancy was frowning, nearly pouting, and moved her hands further up over your head. “There’s no we. Get out of here Eddie.”

Even though you were the sub today, Nancy was the one being quite clingy.

Nancy’s hands scrunched up the bedsheets, and she didn’t move from up above you. Seeing how Eddie was looking at you both with the same suggestive, but more new to the thrill, glint in his eyes that she had. “Noooo don’t do this she’s mine right now!”

Even Eddie seemed surprised, amused though, and he flickered his eyes playfully between you and her. “Nancy Wheeler are we not sharing!” He gasped, astonished at her.

Nancy was merely caught between a pout and a scowl.

“I thought you were better than this. Let me get some of the love. I’ve got tons of love to give!” Eddie opened his arms wide. Declaring it, but keeping his voice at a normal volume.

Nancy still kept her eyes on him.

“C’mon, we don’t have to tell the others Wheeler. What do you think baby?” Eddie directs the last question to you. And boy do you love his sweet brown eyes.

And wow... did he look so genuinely gleeful to see you. Mixed with the way his body was leaning which you knew meant he was happy to play. Eddie’s warmth, even from halfway in the room, was astonishing and enchanting.

But also, you were so enamoured with Nancy right now, and how much she’d just wanted you.

“She’s being my dolly go away!” Nancy clung on to you protectively. Holding the back of your head and neck, as she kept on all fours above you.

But while she stared off with Eddie, who was still deciding if he could get lucky, wanted to kept teasing, or would be good and leave you be, Nancy was paying close attention to him when his eyes started scoping down. And that’s when she felt warmth, your warmth, wet and around her breast.

Nancy looked back down, to see you sucking on her tit, with your hand holding her other.

They were just right above you. There. You’d been hypnotised.

Nancy kept looking down at you and saw you with just the prettiest eyes, just on her, showing you want her, you’re trying to make her feel better, that you need her, and your mouth bobbing dotingly around her nipple.

Nancy cradled the back of your neck, a soft gasp leaving her, and you both heard the muffled slap of Eddie’s hands against his legs as he seemingly gave in. Looking over only enough for you to see a smile on his face, as he quietly shut the door closed.

Your focus was completely on each other though. Nancy holding you in a less protective ‘back off she’s my baby’ way from before, and a more ‘oh, oh my god, I love you baby’ way.

Focusing more now Eddie had left, Nancy strokes your hair away from your sweet bobbing cheeks, sighing out with a “There’s a good girl.” Readjusting a bit so she could lay next to you, so you’re not having to crane your poor neck up as much.

Nancy moves so her arm is splayed near the side of your head, repositioning to lay down. But gives an “Oh...” as her tit slips out your mouth, and you whine with your eyes up on her immediately. But just as quickly Nancy’s guiding your head back towards it. And you sigh happily when she’s back in your mouth. Cradling the side of her chest, as Nancy lays down right next to you, on the soft bed while she sweetly strokes your cheek. “Therrre you go. My sweet y/n. You want me only don’t you baby?”

Nancy’s voice gets you to nod your head. Moving with a small huff of air as you latch yourself on to her other breast, swirling your tongue lavishly around her nipple, as you suck and pull contently.

“That’s it, I’ve got you. Mommy’s here. You’re being so good for me honey.” Nancy smiles, feeling a burst of pride swell in her chest. So happy you chose her, happy to watch you on her, to see you safe, and happy yourself, just being with her. And feeling so so good in your mouth. Just wanting to take care of you, her girlfriend, and she’s even more happy that not only do you let her, but she’s doing a good job at it. “I love you.”

You give a firm suck on Nancy before you pull back, a small trail of spit making her shiver, forcing herself not to close her eyes, even with your hot breath still on her exposed breast. But she’s so glad she doesn’t as you stroke over her chest, and your big eyes wobble up at her as you chime back “I love you too Nancy.”

She could die. Just collapse onto this bed, right on top of you, in a gooey puddle of mushiness at how you make her feel. But instead Nancy presses lots of kisses to your face. Her jaw hurting from how hard she’s smiling, including as she hears happy whines coming from you, as your hands shuffle to hold and lightly stroke at her face. She presses her kisses down until she’s laying them rewardingly at the top of your breasts, before looking up at you. One hand grasped around your thigh, the other on the buttons just below your cleavage, that’s bursting in the right sized, pretty dress, Nancy picked out for you.

“I’m gonna help you out now, okay baby?” Nancy looks up from fiddling with the buttons on your dress to your eyes, waiting until you nod.

And when you do, Nancy smiles, laughing through her teeth, lightly scraping them over the top of your breasts, she can’t hurt her baby, before helping you undo those buttons beneath your cleave and above your middle section. It was really only to tease you, since all she needed to do was pull your dress off.

Which is exactly what she does. Shuffling backwards and flying the bottom of your dress up, it landing on her fluffy hair as she keeps her head under your dress. Dying inside at your cute squeals as she places herself under there. Letting her fingers tease up your thighs and stomach, and laughing as she settles your legs down, placing them flat on the bed with her guiding and commanding hands, as she brushes her facial features, her nose, her lips, her chin, up your thighs, and letting her hair tickle you, which she knows it will.

It drives you wild. You’re sqeualing as you try and roll around, but to no avail with Nancy’s gentle positioning you back. Your hands fly out but Nancy’s deep under your flowy dress, and you end up only softly touching the outline of her head. “Naaancy.” You giggle, only squeaking as she playfully goes down to gnaw at your stomach, laughing under the material. “It’s mommy, baby.” She only laughs, and you buck your hips, feeling them lightly connect to some part of Nancy’s face, and you whine playfully at her. “Mommyyy, come on. Please?”

Nancy hums, unable to hide her still laughing sounds though, kissing at your soft tummy over and over. Leaving small trails of spit behind as she knows it’ll be more sensitive for you.

So you decide to keep going, and truth is, you melt into however Nancy wants to play, because she’s just so good at it. “I need your help to take off my dress please mommy?”

For just a second, you are without Nancy’s kisses. “Please mommy? It’s so hard. Want you to do it for me?”

Hot slick pools into the bottom of Nancy’s underwear.

“Fuckkkk...”

There was nothing else for a second or two from her, until you felt Nancy’s head gently falling against your thigh. And you smiled excitedly to yourself, as you knew you had your girlfriend wrapped around your finger.

Nancy threw the bottom of your dress back on top of you, so she was now visible. You saw how red her face was, her smile awed, and all you wanted to do was reach your hands out for her. “Mommy you’re so pretty.”

Nancy slid over, putting her full weight on top of you as she kissed wetly and moaning into your neck. “Fuck baby... My baby. You’re my prettiest girl.” Nancy grabbed your hands to hold in her own. Sighing, as she let her lower lip slide against your skin as she moved up to your ear, loving on your earlobe with her lips and teeth. “You’re so perfect for me.”

Nancy moved up, her eyes unmistakably hungry on you now, and still loopy with affection. You keep your hands reaching up for her as soon as she let go, grabbing where you can and beaming about it.

Nancy scrunches the bottom of your dress between her fists, and she licks at the tragus of your ear, before talking into it. “I’m going to eat you up baby.”

Nancy pulls your dress up above you. Of course she’d convinced you this was a braless dress, so she’d gotten to see some of her lover before when she was dolling you up.

And now Nancy couldn’t help but fall right on top of you as she got the dress past your head. Pressing her chest into yours and she bit her lips, keeping her lit up eyes right on yours as she finished rolling the dress up past your arms. Bucking her top half on top of you and gleaming when watching you roll beneath her in tandem.

“Mmmm... Such a good girl for me. How come I have the sweetest babygirl in the whole world?” Nancy lets her nipples brush against yours, and she kisses your lips when you squeal with delight. “Gonna take off your clothes down there too. Then I can really worship you.” Nancy slides her hand between both your stomachs, and pulls at the hem of your underwear. Making sure the bottom of the material was sliding nicely between your folds. “My sweet dolly. Being so good for me.”

You gasp, and Nancy keeps moving it further. “You want mommy to undress you baby? Or you think you can do it all on your own?” Nancy waits sweetly for your answer. Still pulling.

“Mmmm! You m-mommy! Please. Can you do it all for me?” Your eyes sparkle, your clit aching as Nancy toys with it, your soaked underwear moving with her spry fingers, and you can only buck more up into your top’s chest.

“Of course I can! Such a good dolly. Mommy can do everything for you, you’re being my good girl y/n for asking.” Nancy nuzzles her nose into the corner of your mouth dotingly. “I’ll take care of everything for you. You just wanna be mine and you’re gonna so be good? I know you are my sweet lovely girl.”

Nancy presses lots of kisses quick all over your lips, her fingers dawdling at your chin as she keeps your attention apt on her, right where she wants it. Her smile holding your eyes while she goes down, and slides your panties past your legs, kissing your knees and your calves as she goes, until she can throw them to the other side of the room. “There we go. Beautiful. Now I can see all of my baby.”

Your hand goes for Nancy’s hair, and she leans her head into your embrace with a warm huff of air. You try to bring her closer, but at the same time, your toes reach up and gently brush against the hem of her own underwear.

You hum your question. Nancy giggling as she looks down, hand brushing over your ankle. “Yeah sweetheart. Gonna get just like you too. So polite for asking mommy.” She nuzzles into your hand, and you feel your heartbeat quicken as she breathes in by your wrist, like she’s drinking you in. “My good girl y/n.”

Nancy removes her hands from your legs to kneel up and shimmy out of the last piece of clothing she had remaining, chucking it near your own, before crawling back over you. Not lying on top of you yet, but sighing over you. Watching you. Getting you to buck and plead “Mommy? Please, now?” As she just watches you with adoration and glee. Flicking her soft fingers against the hairs caught on your perfect lips.

“Have either of you seen the- oh woah.” Robin gripped the now open door to Nancy’s bedroom in slight surprise.

Meanwhile Nancy nearly growled over you. Her head sinking down. And you just bit your lip, quickly looking over at Robins still widening eyes, taking both her girlfriends in, before you brushed your fingers up against Nancy’s wrists. Trying to get her to look at you, to not give up on her first time playing alone with you in ages. And it worked, as at your touch, you brought a smile on your face for Nancy, and when she saw it, her whole expression relaxed too, smiling back only at you.

A smile was quickly finding its way onto the third girl’s features. A soft pink on her cheeks joining Robin’s raised pink lips. “Are we having a party?” Robin asks, that slight rasp coming into her voice, and tone optimistic.

“Robin, I love you. But piss off.” Nancy stonehardedly looks at her. Still right above you, just as it seems like she was moments earlier when she was interrupted. And now all she could hope was the other two wouldn’t go ratting to Steve as well. This was supposed to be her special time with you. She hardly got that! She just wanted one moment to relax and be with you, was that so difficult for everyone else?

“Yeowch.” Robin raised her eyebrows, before looking to you. Slightly amused, but that lust was clear in her eyes when you fell on them. With how raspy Robin’s voice was being right now as well, it was almost like you could feel her pull. Robin had been slightly more dominant this morning when kissing you. And now, with Robin surveying both you and her other girlfriends body language up and down, her face smoothed delightfully temptingly as she realised exactly what sort of situation she’d walked in to. And what exactly Nancy was doing with you. “Is mommy being mean to you baby?”

There was that pull again. Her voice was magnetic, and you were getting to such a good space with Nancy, that Robin reading what you two were up to so quickly, and playing along, was really causing a pleasant throb below your belly.

And when your blonde girlfriend stretched out her ringed fingers as if she was going to take you away and make sure she treated you so good, your eyes widened and your brain felt like it wanted to turn all fuzzy, as you started to reciprocate in moving your hand out to hold hers back.

“No! I’m being very good! I mean, I’m being nice!” Nancy grabbed your hand and gently, but quickly, pulled it back to your body.

You looked up at her like you were coming out of a trance. Suddenly you felt a little bad, as she placed your hand back on top of your chest, before letting go so she could balance again. You did want your special time with Nancy. You just got a little distracted, especially when Robin understood the game so quickly. With a small whine, you raised your hand up again to stroke at Nancy’s face. And when she looked down at you she seemed to feel better.

You do tilt your head over to Robin though. And Nancy follows your look, pleading eyes at Robin.

“It’s okay Robbie. I think we’re just having some special one on one time.” You nodded encouragingly at your girlfriend. Moving your head back to look into the big blue eyes of your other one, grasping the warmth of her face with your fingertips so lovingly. “She’s being really nice to me.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Your feet jostling a little, underneath her. Nancy was being so sweet on you.

Robin’s face relaxes a little, but she does keep smiling. “Ohhh I see. Well can I at least get a kiss?” She looks between you two, with one more shot, keeping her suave body language up the entire time.

But Nancy wasn’t falling for it. In fact now she was cold, horny, and extra just wanting you. “Uhhhm Eddie didn’t get one so that wouldn’t be fair.” Nancy stopped her in her tracks. Tilting her head in that pointed way that sometimes scared you truthfully. But her hands were stroking your hair the entire time, so you only felt comforted being under her right now. Protecting you from Robin’s watchful eye, although you hardly needed defending from that.

Robin bounces up, still in her act, and she slaps on the door faux excitedly. “I could go get Eddie right now!”

That’s when Nancy finally has enough, standing up and off the bed, marching over to Robin, while you roll to your side to watch her.

“Hey babe-“ Robin smiles, managing to at least stroke Nancy’s bare arms, even though she was entirely naked, but her words are quieter to you because Nancy slams the door on her last syllable. And then she locks it.

Nancy turns right back around to you, blowing hair by her face up with her exasperated sigh, shaking her head as she smiles at you, running and bouncing back on the bed, to which you try and help catch her. Excited to see her so happy.

“Okay! Sorry about that baby. No more distractions.” Nancy apologises, brushing her fingers over your nose. Positively having to bundle up her glee at watching you blink and shake your head so cutely at the motion.

You were both just glad to be back with each other.

You reach your hands out, feeling that need for Nancy once again, tugging at your heartstrings. “C’mere.” You ask, making slight grabby hands to get her attention. You really hoped there were no more unfair diversions.

“Ooh I’m sorry babygirl. Mommy’s here.” While Nancy is serious in wanting to fill you back up with her attention, she does still slightly giggle at her words. But she keep shuffling closer, and lets you hold her wherever you need. “I’m back, and for good this time.” Nancy kisses your lips. “No one’s stealing me from you again.”

Nancy presses your shoulders into the bed so you’re laying flat on your back again. And you watch her leg very purposefully swing over yours, clearly wanting you to notice it, even as she keeps her eyes deep on you the entire time.

“And definitely no one is stealing you from me.”

Nancy slots her lips between yours. Slowly at first, but moving her body up and down, as you finally settle your hands on her bare rib cage. Kissing her back with soft movements, letting her take control of the kiss, while you just keep trying to taste her longer.

When Nancy moves her hands to cup your breasts, you moan into her mouth. Arching appreciatively into her touch, especially since her bottom half is finally right on top of you, since she had to keep herself up. Nancy smiles into your kiss, eating up your sounds as she gently squeezes beneath your breasts, her tongue gliding over yours, as she effortlessly moves with your writhing hips. Humming as she finally releases her lips from yours, with one hand coming to sweetly grasp at your lovely face instead.

“Good girl.”

You whine, bucking hard up into your girlfriend, and Nancy only chuckles. Shushing you so nicely, as she brushes her finger over your needy lips. “Now you want to put that sweet mouth to use and get to play with mommy’s clit for a good long while?”

Your hands scramble to grab a hold of Nancy, anywhere, and you try to move to exactly where she can have you.

And Nancy laves deep wet kisses into your neck, adoringly humming into your skin, as you go. Because she knows that her offer of her lulling words is one of her girlfriends favourite things to do.

Of course Nancy had to give whatever was wanted to her baby, you were just so good. She loves you.

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

You Weren't There || Nancy Wheeler

SEQUEL TO: You Were There

PAIRING: Nancy Wheeler x Fem!Adopted!Harrington Reader, Nancy Wheeler x Platonic!Robin Buckley, Robin Buckley x F!Platonic!Adopted!Reader

GENRE: A cup of fluff, a pinch of angst, and a sprinkle of doom ~~☆

WARNINGS: reader is fem coded, but no actual pronouns are used. vol. i and vol. ii spoilers, mentions of (canon) death/injuries

A.N: girl help, something in me keeps saying to make this a blurb series and it's getting harder not to listen

SUMMARY: After a long and stressful visit to Cali visiting family (whom you didn't get to see very much of) you return with Will, Jonathan, El, and Mike to your home in Hawkins. There you are reunited with your friends, your brother, and girlfriend Nancy. Her and Robin's newly kindled friendship has come to many a surprise, and you were no exception; but evidently its not quite the shock Robin had when she discovered who you were dating.

You weren't there. Nancy thanked God you weren't there. And yet, she wished with all her heart you were; you and Mike. Just to hold you two again in her arms and know you both were safe.

Hawkins was on the brink of total collapse and you, Mike, Jonathan, and his family were (hopefully) far from any kind of danger.

You weren't there when it started. Chrissy and Fred's murder, Victor Creel, the angry mobs, Vecna—all of it. And shit... Max. How would she tell you? Nancy knew, like your brother, you loved the kids. But you always had a bit of a soft spot for Mayfield. She knew you would find a way to blame yourself somehow; that you weren't there. But you didn't know, and you surely hadn't seen how powerful he was. Nancy prayed you never would.

You weren't there because you had left with Mike to Cali to visit family. Steve had nearly gone with you but he couldn't get out of work. Had he, Nancy would have had to worry about one less person.

At least it had allowed her to befriend the famous Robin Buckley; official best friend to the Harringtons and a girl you wouldn't quit talking up. 'Robin said the funniest thing today, I totally thought of you,'. 'Nance, I'm telling you, you have a lot more in common with her than you might think.' etc. It wasn't that Nancy was jealous; she trusted you completely. But sometimes she couldn't help but wonder just what could have bonded you two so that would make you want to introduce the two of them so badly.

But damn it if Robin hadn't grown on her. It might not have been the easiest thing for Nancy to admit, but the more she got to know Robin—the more Robin got underneath her skin, chipped away at her patience with all the grace of a jackhammer—the harder she found it to push her away. There was just something infectious and addicting about Robin and her runaway attention span and quick wit. She could keep up with Nancy in a way others couldn't, and her strictly Platonic-With-a-Capitol-P friendship with Steve had certainly brought out a fresher side to him. Even better, Nancy found the two of them had something very important in common; you.

Nancy first noticed it in the first 15 minutes of alone time with Robin. The ride to the library was not one spent in easy silence. Between the rapid flipping through the radio stations, the flipping of the sun visor up and then down and then up, the tongue-in-cheek humor, and—oh, hell—now the feet on the dashboard. Here, she thought it was just you.

You weren't there when Robin and your brother followed her into her room in her search for a disguise. Had you been, she was certain with the two of you there, Steve would have been worn down twice as fast.

"You have a Tom Cruise poster," she had chortled, coming to a full stop having barreled into her room. Then came a shit-eating grin she had seen in you once or twice. "You have a Tom Cruise poster,"

You weren't there, and yet she heard your relentless teasing as if you were glued to her side. ‘I see Tom Cruise is still here.’ At the time, your arms had wound a gentle but almost possessive hold around her torso that she had a hard time admitting she enjoyed. Your smirk had been audible despite it being buried in the back of her shoulder. ‘I certainly hope this means I don't have any competition.’

At the recollection, Nancy's face had ducked down to the floor in an involuntary effort to hide the heat in her cheeks, though not for the reason Robin likely suspected. Mercifully, the topic had changed and their evolving plan recaptured everyone's attention.

You weren't there for the trek through the woods to Skull Rock, wherein Nancy finally made your wish a reality; Robin Buckley was her friend. She was surprised at how easy it was to accept. Nearly as surprising as her almost admitting the nature of your relationship. Sure, maybe Robin knew you were into girls, but she didn't know Nancy was. And Nancy had no knowledge Robin was either. They were completely oblivious. And it remained just so when Steve had called out in victory upon arrival to (the correct location of) Skull Rock, unknowingly cutting off Nancy's confession.

And once more, Nancy would thank her lucky stars you hadn't been there when they found themselves in the middle of Lovers Lake. Dustin's theory had brought them here, the four of them squashed into a tiny little rowboat in search of Watergate; herself, Robin, Eddie Munson, and Steve. Your brother. There was an aching ball of fear lodged in her ribcage as he prepared for the dive. (There was also a strange feeling of being watched).

"Steve," she had said, somewhat shocked at how small her voice came out. "Be careful."

A look was shared between them, one filled with meaning. Sure, they had a history, but those feelings had long since burned away, leaving behind nothing but mutual love and respect. Though maybe not in the way it once had been. Simply put, this was her friend, and she was his. And both of them knew what he was about to do was not in the least bit safe. Nancy couldn't lose Steve any more than she could lose you.

His solemn nod told her he knew. And that he would. For her, and you. And with that, and an impressive form, Steve had dove into the unknown.

The wait for his return had been hard. But thanks to Robin, not completely unbearable. Her faith in Steve was well placed, but the unknown that waited for him in that damn lake is what had left Nancy so uneasy.

"You know," said Robin, hands glued to the rim of the boat and peering down into the black water. Nancy knew just enough about Robin to recognize about two or three of her nervous ticks had come out as she said this, but couldn't quite pinpoint what they were. "The average adult can hold their breath for three to five minutes. A-and Steve has experience. So probably longer. He'll be alright,"

Nancy took another look at the girl across from her and felt a sudden rush of gratitude. Of course, Nancy knew Robin was trying to reassure herself as much as she was anyone there, but that wasn't what brought her comfort. Oddly enough, it was the worry. If there was ever any doubt behind Robin's "platonic with a capital p" speech, it had just been obliterated by the shake in her voice Nancy herself had just been fighting. She knew now, for certain, the matter regarding Steve's safety was of great importance to more than just herself and you. That what was brought her comfort.

And it was just their luck the overwhelming comfort of Steve's return to the surface was then immediately sunk. Right along with him. That wait was just too agonizing to endure. Nancy didn't fear whatever the hell just yanked Steve back under, she feared what would happen if she didn't dive in after him. So she simply didn't allow it to take him.

The only thing to delay her was the sudden but gentle tug on her arm from Eddie, telling her to wait. "You're not going in there, are you?" Maybe Eddie had been afraid of what may happen to her and Steve, maybe he was afraid of being down two people so quickly. Or maybe it was both. But Nancy didn't have time for either.

"Just wait here," she ordered before disappearing beneath the water with a splash. And ignoring the fearful pleas of her name tearing up Robin's throat.

"Nancy!" It had been a shriek filled with worry, and it had been the last thing she had heard before the rush of water around her as she swam to the bottom of Lovers Lake with a dangerous amount of adrenaline.

Not five minutes later, the four of them reunited and stood panting on the floor of a barren Lovers Lake located in the Upside Down, a flock of what appeared to be demo-bats scattered dead at their feet. They had narrowly escaped death (again) from the welcoming party that waiting for them on the other side of Watergate, and it was then three of those four had another reason to be grateful for your absence, as much as they missed you.

You were on Steve's mind often, particularly when it came to the dangers he feared you coming home to. Robin, like her friends, was grateful you weren't around for the dangers, but on more than one occasion, found a part of herself wishing you were—your curiosity and unique way of looking at any problem surely would have sped the Creel investigation along. And Nancy thought of you, for the same reasons. And not without absolute certainty, Mike was with you, and you were protecting each other. She couldn't say for sure what told her you and Mike weren't without your dangers in California, other than past experiences. But she hoped you both were safe.

Utterly convinced her luck couldn't be pushed anymore, she stood gaping in her driveway at the brazen horn of a pizza van came barreling up the cul-de-sac to deliver to her Mike and you (not pizza, as the van's advertising would otherwise suggest). And not just you; Jonathan, Will, and El. Even who she could only guess to be the infamous friend Argyle she had heard so much about from Jonathan.

Everyone was here and everyone was alive.

You and Mike were alive.

Four years now of escaping monsters and still Nancy is certain she has never moved that fast. She was in your arms in an instant, swept quite literally off of her feet and in your arms. Her smirk was smothered deep in the crook of your neck, where she could hear—where she could feel—the vibrant laugh bubbling up your throat. It was music to her ears.

Her feet returned to the ground but she would never have felt it; as far as Nancy was concerned at this moment, her relief had her floating.

Her hands were secured on the sides of your face, palming gently at your jaw and temple as she inspected you and unintentionally spoke the

-"Are you okay--?"

-"Are you okay--?"

The two of you laughed.

Nodding, she gave you a knee-buckling smile—one of relief and sheer joy as she looked at you. She looked at you like you hung the moon, and you knew she was seeing the same look in you. "I'm okay," she swears, melting when you clasp your hand over hers where it is on your face. "I'm okay. Are--?"

"--I'm okay. Really," you promise, and it's like another breath is rightfully returned to her lungs.

"A-and Mike, he's--?" You follow Nancy's eyes over your shoulder at Mike a few feet away. He's trapped in their mother's grip—it's anyone's guess she's not letting him go any time soon.

"Safe," you smile. "A little scarred, probably, but I think that ship sailed for all of us ages ago," she doesn't laugh at your comment, because she knows it's not a joke. But that hasn't stopped her smile. But the sight of yours falling did.

Your eyes weren't on her anymore, they were frantically scanning the yard with rising panic. "Steve. What about Steve, is he okay?"

Nancy nodded instantly, and yet it wasn’t fast enough for her standards. "Yes! Yes, he's okay! I promise. He--" she was looking too now, not daring to let go of you for even a second. "He was just--"

Steve, damn his timing, had just gone inside with Robin to grab another box of donations for the car. He had just missed you. And yet, thanks to that same timing, he came waltzing out of the house—donation box in hand—and right into your line of sight with Robin on his tail. Locking eyes, you watched him freeze where he stood. The donation box—thankfully, nothing but kitchen towels and old placemats—was dropped to the concrete and forgotten in his dust.

Another laugh of relief was released from your lungs as Steve met you in a bone-crushing hug. Literally. No sooner had he tackled you in a fierce and protective hug did you catch the sharp wince he was trying so hard to hide from you. Thanks to his years of athletic injuries (and the past three years) you always knew when your brother was trying to downplay his pain for your sake.

"What? What happened? What did--?" You asked immediately, trying to break free from his hold and save him from himself. He wasn't quite ready to let you go. "What did you do to yourself?"

"You're okay," was all he said as if he hadn't heard you. He just hugged you tighter, and you caved. You missed him so much, and the worry for his sake (and Nancy, and everyone else for that matter) had been eating you up inside.

"Yeah," you smiled. "I'm okay,"

Nancy was still beaming as she watched you two. Even when you broke away, immediately you began a search over your brother for evidence of injury.

"Now what the hell happened?"

He shrugged, left hand going to his abdomen and rubbing at it with a wince. "Ah, you know, same as usual. Got my ass handed to me. What else is new?" He nodded to your forehead, where there remained some traces of dried blood you had missed.

It was your turn to shrug, stepping back into Nancy's touch that hovered over your lower back, the two of you gravitating back to each other's sides. "Ah, you know, same as usual. Kicked some ass, took some names. What else is new?"

They laughed and said nothing more of it. But both Steve and Nancy had noticed that the usual light in your eyes had dimmed another shade.

"Thank god one Harrington has their shit together,"

Everyone's eyes turned to Robin, who had appeared at Steve's side. You didn't waste a second, sweeping her up in a hug. More or less, the same tearful words of reassurance are exchanged before you return, yet again, to Nancy's side. Steve liked to joke the two of you were made of magnets, always snapping back together.

Another surge of gratitude swept over Nancy, and she rubbed at your back, inviting you in close. Her light was contagious, quickly taking over you and warming you up in the autumn wind picking up from down the street as she rested her chin in close. The small act of affection hurled you into auto-pilot and brought your lips to the crown of her head with a quick and meaningful kiss. As all of you looked between the reunions taking place all up the driveway, you hugged Nancy even tighter to your side.

"We tried getting ahold of you all, but there we couldn't exactly--"

"--I'm sorry!" Robin blurted, shaking away the daze you all seemed to have missed in her a moment ago. "Really, I am but if I may--"

Ohhh. You looked at Nancy where she was still nuzzled in close, though now, granted, a bit frozen. Right.

"did we resurface in an actual, parallel dimension, or something, or-- or am I really looking at the same thing you are, Stevie?" Her ring-clad hand was now clutching Steve's arm like the lifeline it was, never taking her side-eye off of you and Nancy.

Steve didn't answer, his mouth snapping shut. He wasn't involved, and he was determined to keep it that way.

"Huh? Wheeler," Robin fought her blinking gaze over to Nancy. She had nothing to offer but a pitiful wince. "After everything?"

"Robin," you tried, feeling guilty. You were just about to apologize, tell her you hadn't meant for her to find out like this. Truly.

But she didn't give you a chance to speak. In fact, all you had succeeded in doing was calling her wrath down on you like a lightning rod. Your mouth snapped shut, not unlike your brother, and not without a hint of amusement in your features.

She shook her head in a scolding manner that only fueled your smirk. You knew Robin well enough to recognize when her excitement was canceling out her anger, even though she was fighting so hard to hide it. Going as far as to look you up and down with exaggerated disgust that, sadly, didn't look 100% fake.

"Et tu Brute?"

"Robin, I wanted to tell you, trust me," you laughed. "Why do you think I've been trying so hard to get you two in the same room?"

"Uhhh," Robin scoffed, that same dumb-struck look on her face as she gestured widely to nothing in particular. "I don't know, maybe to wave your kick-ass monster-slaying babe of a 'friend' in my face?" She tried, stressing the word friend. From beside you, Nancy blushed, failing to wipe off her amused smirk as Robin continued. "Maybe you were trying, good-naturedly as you so often do, to shove me out of my comfort zone with a very beautiful, but very unobtainable 'straight' girl? Maybe you were just being a bro? I don't know man! But I'm hurt. I. am. hurt."

Another laugh, not feeling too bad at what you said next. "Well," you wagered, giving your girlfriend an affectionate squeeze. "You got the unobtainable part right,"

At this point, Nancy gave up trying to will away the smirk and instead buried it in your shoulder in an attempt to spare Robin. It didn't work.

Robin took one look at all of you, displeased to see so much giggling. She clicked her tongue, finally giving in to the aforementioned contagion spreading to her face. Not because she was happy for you two, but she was still very upset she had been left out of something so exciting and would lord it over you three for the foreseeable future.

"You think you know someone, " she tsked.

Robin felt her heart melt a little in her chest as she took in the sight of you two together. In fact, it brought such comfort to her. Not that she'd ever give either of you the satisfaction of knowing this of course, not now. But it really did fill her with so much reassurance.

Here the two of you were—two of the very small list of people she trusted more than anyone, mind you—so at ease in such troubling, traumatizing times. Just because you each knew the other was safe.

Here Nancy was, after a week of anxious, quick-to-anger fear Robin wouldn't ever think of blaming her for, and she was like a completely different person. Her signature, bad-ass edge Robin had quickly come to admire was still there, of course, but... Robin couldn't pinpoint it. Nancy was just... happy. Very happy. Without fear. Simply because...

You were there.

[ashwhowrites]

Hey, babes! Saw you ask about giving our girls some attention soooo

Can we get one with Nancy where her partner is trying to rile her up all day while she's working and she finally snaps? 💋💋

I LOVE YOU AND I love Nancy so definitely

I *tried* to keep this gender neutral. I can't promise I didn't mess up along the way.

Never proofread

Nancy worked as a writer for the newspaper. And by being one of the very few women in the whole workplace, she dealt with a lot of opinionated men.

Nancy was generally tense at work. Hearing comments about women and their bodies. Her work was constantly being shut down, her opinions were always overlooked, and the men never gave her a fair shot.

Y/N, her amazing partner, knew Nancy struggled a lot at work. And all Y/N wanted to do was get Nancy's focus on something else. Once Nancy's mind was set on something, it took a very long time to move her attention elsewhere. But Y/N was willing to be patient.

Y/N knew Nancy's frustrations for the day wouldn't disappear because of encouraging words. Nancy will be fired up for hours and nothing calms down her flame.

Y/N figured the best way to have Nancy focus on something else was to channel the frustrations somewhere else.

Knowing it was an idea that would cause Nancy to ruin Y/N in the process, they still did it anyway.

Y/N happily slipped into Nancy's small office, their lover's eyes snapping up in annoyance at the sound of her door opening.

Once Nancy saw who it was, her shoulders dropped and a small smile took over her face.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" Nancy asked, scribbling down on her notepad, her eyes focused on the words only.

"figured I'd bring you lunch." Y/N smiled, handing over the brown bag filled with real food. Nancy tended to eat a banana and call it a day.

"You didn't have to do that." Nancy sighed. But Y/N didn't seem to mind. Scrapping the chair, across from Nancy, across the floor.

Nancy cringed at the sound but shrugged it off.

~~~

Nancy was surprised Y/N was letting her work in peace. Y/N always had something to talk about, talking in Nancy's ear about everything. But the silence was nice and Nancy didn't want to push it.

Focus hard on her notes, she didn't notice Y/N standing up.

Y/N smirked as she walked over to Nancy, their hands landing on Nancy's stiff shoulders.

Nancy straightened immediately, her posture perfect as she went to look over her shoulder. But Y/N stopped her, turning Nancy's head back forward.

"continue to work," Y/N said, beginning to massage Nancy's shoulders.

Nancy hummed at the feeling and continued her work.

Minutes later she felt Y/N's hands moving towards the front of Nancy's body.

Nancy felt her breath hitch as Y/N's hand gazed over her chest.

"Y/N" Nancy warned through clenched teeth.

But Y/N hummed it off, acting innocent as their hands slowly unbuttoned the very top of Nancy's blouse.

Nancy went to say something but Y/N spoke first, "just letting you get some more air."

Nancy knew that was a damn lie, but let it be. She had a deadline to beat.

Y/N waited a few minutes before slipping their hand inside Nancy's blouse. Nancy jumped at the action, causing Y/N's hand to brush against Nancy's bra.

Nancy tried to ignore how turned on she was, clenching her thighs as she held on to the pencil.

Y/N smirked and slipped their hand inside Nancy's bra. Fingers immediately grasped around Nancy's nipple, giving a quick tug.

Nancy let out a moan, her eyes wide as she clapped her hand over her mouth.

Her eyes glared at Y/N in seconds, the sharpness of her head told Y/N they were on thin ice.

Y/N smiled innocently, keeping eye contact with Nancy's glare as they twisted her nipple again.

"Stop" Nancy demanded, grabbing Y/N's hand and removing it from her bra.

Y/N nodded, and moved back. Nancy thought that was them listening so she went back to her work.

But not even seconds later, Y/N was yanking Nancy's seat away from the table. Nancy groaned angrily as she went to stand up but Y/N slammed her right back down.

Y/N slowly walked in front of Nancy, shivering under the glare. Nancy's eyes had a fire in them, but this was fire Y/N knew they could help put out.

Y/N smirked as they got on their knees, hands softly gripping Nancy's ankles. Y/N moaned at how soft their girlfriend's skin was.

Y/N yanked Nancy's legs apart, Nancy moaned at the action and shivered as the movement caused cold air to travel up her legs, against her thin underwear.

"Come on, Nance. You know you want me to make you feel good. Stop fighting." Y/N mocked, their fingers trailing up and down Nancy's legs.

Nancy wanted the upper hand, but could feel herself so close to snapping.

"I need to fin-" Nancy started but Y/N caught her off when they yanked down Nancy's underwear. The cold air hit her clit in seconds.

"Jesus, fuck" Nancy whimpered.

Y/N smirked at their victory and nothing pissed off Nancy more than her sub thinking they won.

Nancy switched in seconds. The whimpers were long gone as she reached forward and yanked Y/N's hair. Bringing their head closer to her cunt.

"Want to be pathetic and not wait a single fucking second until I'm ready? Fine, eat me out and show me you are worthy of fucking later on." She snapped.

Y/N had her just where they needed her.

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“Quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back—” with Nancy?

a/n: thank you for requesting, babe, i love being able to pour some love onto our ladies!! title from 'Bad Love' by The Aces (i promise it's a love song - by a band of sapphics! - and i promise this is a love fic). no warnings, pure fluff ♡

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you wrap me up (when we're alone)

Her hair tickles your chin.

All the lamps in the basement are off, the only light preventing you to get lost in total darkness is coming from the kitchen above, the door to the basement slightly ajar.

Her leg is draped over yours and her hand is fussing with the hem of your shirt, teasing you with her ‘will-she, won’t-she put her hand under the fabric?’ play. Her soft lips are leaving a trail of even softer kisses on your jaw, down your neck, and you can feel her trademarked smirk.

She knows what she’s doing.

“Nance…” you call her out and she giggles, and you can’t help but smile at the sound of it. Such a rare one.

Steve and Robin are upstairs, fetching more snacks. Jonathan, Argyle and Eddie went out to smoke, and you can hear them laughing through the door that leads to the backyard. You’re paying attention to the sounds of your friends, making sure not to miss if they come back, because the last thing you want is for them to catch you in a compromising situation.

Yours and Nancy’s thing is new, fresh, young. You haven’t told your friends about it yet. You’re both relishing in the taste of the undivided bond just between the two of you, basking in the warmth you’re portioning with no one else. It feels good, to have something that only you know about - it’s exciting. You’re not ready to share it yet.

You’re not ready to share her yet.

And you see how it’s exciting for her too, how she looks at you from a distance when you’re amongst friends and you know what she wants just from the wild flicker in her eyes. How when you’re finally alone, just the two of you, she’s pent up from having to hold it in for so long, how she’s desperate to have her hands, her lips all over you.

It’s not that you think you’ll lose that spark between you once you tell about it to your friends. But you’re also still not ready to risk it.

So, while they’re out of the basement during your movie night, Nancy throws herself on you and covers your skin with caresses, and you savor them like the treasures they are. Her hair tickes your chin, her lips raise goosebumps on your arms, your breath gets caught in your throat in the attempt to fight a moan from coming out when she finally puts her hand under the fabric of your shirt - her short nails scratching the skin of your belly.

You hear the familiar thumps of Steve and Robin closing the cabinets in the kitchen, and you wrap your hands in her hair and pull just enough for her to unbury her face from your neck. She whimpers your name and you take a deep breath.

“Quick, kiss me again, they’re coming back-” You don’t have to finish your sentence when she cuts you off with the kiss you asked for.

Her sweet lips over yours, tongue already asking for entrance because you are both fueled with so much want, and you want to drown yourself in her love, but your ears are still paying attention and you hear the boys walking outside. Using all the strength inside you, you pull apart from her, her lips instantly pouting and you chuckle.

“Later, Nance,” you swear, already scooting a little further from her on the couch.

She narrows her eyes at you, that little smirk of hers that lingered just on the outskirts of a pout. “You better,” she points, hanging you up on your promise.

You laugh loudly, and that owns you one of her open smiles, and when she smilee like that she outranksd the Sun in terms of brightness, so you barely pay attention when every single one of your friends come back, Robin planting herself between you and Nancy but your eyes are still on each other.

“Okay, now this one’s a masterpiece!” Eddie says enthusiastically, popping in Day Of The Dead onto the VHS system, and your eye contact with Nancy is finally interrupted.

But if you look at her and she looks at you every ten minutes of the movie and somebody notices, no one mentions it. And you are thankful for it, because you want to delight in your secret with her for a little while longer.