More Ronance Band!AU because it's single handedly keeping me going
As always you can check out the full fic here. This picks up after chapter 5 :)
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It was around 3am when Steve and Nancy finally pulled up to the Wheelers driveway. The porch was cast with shadows that fled from the streetlight just a little farther down the sidewalk. The night was completely silent once they killed the rumbling motor, and the wooden stairs only creaked a little bit as the two slowly made their way inside.
The house was just as quiet as the surrounding area, and it'd be enough to make Nancy think she was going deaf if she couldn't still hear the faint hum of the cicadas outside. From over her shoulder, the brunette could see her unexpected guest inspecting the little details around her home. Steve looked at every knick-knack, picture, and painting he could as they passed through the halls to the stairs that led to Nancy's room.
They were about halfway up the stairs when there's a flick of a switch and the room is suddenly cast in a harsh orange light for all of 10 seconds. At the other end of the room is her mother, hands on her hips as her gentle blue eyes took in the scene in front of her.
"Well," she started after a pause, "I have to say, you were much better at sneaking Steve in when you were a teenager, Nancy."
"Mom!" Nancy shrieked, pointedly trying to avoid her mother's teasing gaze as well as the flustered look Steve is giving the back of her head.
"What? I'm just saying, he didn't stomp quite as loud when he was sneaking through your window." She chuckled as the man muttered a hushed apology. Turning her attention his way, she quirks an eyebrow,"But that was years ago so, to what do we owe the pleasure, Steve?"
"I- uhm, well…" He fumbles, as he realizes there's no actual reason for him to be in the Wheeler's house. At least, other than Nancy's panic induced state, which the brunette can tell he was hesitant to bring up around her mother.
"He's helping me with a story!" Nancy supplies, hoping her mom will take the bait.
It takes a beat before Steve catches on, "Yeah! She needs some help staking out some crooked politician and she called me in for backup. It’s supposed to be big." The boy waggled his eyebrows to sell it, but the older woman still looked unconvinced.
"We're just here to get some clothes. I don't know how long we’ll be gone.” Nancy said, ushering Steve up the stairs. The quicker they got away from her mom, the quicker they could leave.
“Okay well don’t stay up too late, and be careful!” Mrs. Wheeler yelled up after them before the door to her bedroom cut off anything else the woman may have said. As the door clicked into place, the brunette sighed heavily, dragging her hands down her face. She could feel the exhaustion from the day seeping into her bones the longer she stood there, so pushing away from the door, she turned to find Steve standing in the middle of the room seemingly lost in thought.
“You okay there?” Whatever trance Steve had fallen under seemed to dissipate at the sound of her voice. He shook his head slightly and turned back to her, a gentle smile on his face.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Just- your room looks a bit different than I remember.” He said wistfully looking around the room. The walls that were once painted pastel pink were now white with dark oak borders around the floor. Her room was just as organized and proper as before, though her desk looked much more cluttered than it did in highschool, clips of newspapers and half finished drafts covering nearly every square inch of its surface.
The boy's eyes landed on the poster above her headboard and Steve couldn’t stifle his laugh as the Tom Cruise poster that had once been proudly displayed was now replaced with Joan Jett smiling wolfishly. Nancy flushed as she realized where the boy's attention had drifted.
"Yeah yeah, whatever, I just really like her music okay." She huffed digging in her closet.
"Whatever you say, Nance." The two fell into a comfortable silence as they sifted through the clothes. Occasionally, they would point out outfits that they remember from their time together (Nancy's wardrobe really hasn't changed much since they were in school.) Once they had filled the bags to the brim with clothes, Steve bid Nancy goodnight. While Nancy was adamant that she didn't mind giving the man the bed, Steve insisted that he'd be fine sleeping on the couch. It didn't take very long for the brunette to drift off as soon as her head hit the pillow, the exhaustion in her bones finally taking hold of her and dragging her into a dreamless slumber.
The next day starts off rather uneventfully. The Wheeler home was rather unfazed by the sudden appearance of Steve Harrington, despite Mr.Wheeler's griping about yet another mouth to feed. After a brief phone call, Max is on their doorstep and ready to meet the rest of the band.
"Nancy, Red is here!" Mike called, receiving a glare from the girl in question. As Nancy and Steve turned the corner, the younger girl regarded the man with suspicion, if the scowl on her face was any indication.
"Who's this dude?" She asked, crossing her arms. Nancy rolled her eyes affectionately at the girl and patted the man's shoulder.
"This dude is Steve Harrington," she smirked, "Also known as Griz."
Max's jaw dropped as her eyes darted between Nancy's smug smirk and Steve's wide, boastful smile.
"So," Steve started mirthfully, "you're the Max I've been hearing so much about."
The girl spluttered for a moment before she extended her hand, "Yes, sir, I'm Max. I'm a huge fan of your work. Seriously, I've memorized almost your entire discography."
The drummer chuckled before ruffling the girl's head as he moved towards the door.
"Well then, let's get a move on, Mad Max."

















