summary: nancy wheeler has been spending too much time with your girlfriend, and your world nearly explodes when you find out oblivious steve harrington has noticed it too.
wc: 2.9k+
cw: argument, slightly heated making out, arguing, accusations of cheating, hyperfem!reader but not in an infantilising way
Had any man in Hawkins found out Robin Buckley had the honour of dating you, the first thing theyâd feel is jealousy, and disgust second. Of course, being in a same sex relationship meant you couldnât flaunt it to everyone, unable to keep your arms constantly wrapped around your girlfriend to kiss her whenever you wished. Unfortunately, that meant that you had to keep turning down men you barely knew, but that never mattered. They were men, and you liked women. Which of course meant jealousy broiled through your veins any time Nancy Wheeler approached your girlfriend for what was a so called âfriendly conversationâ.
You shouldnât be jealous, you know that. As if itâs not validating enough that Robin canât keep her hands off you whenever youâre alone, and as if the countless people who hit on you donât solidify your knowledge of how attractive you are. Regardless, you donât need anyone to tell you when you can just look at yourself in any reflection around. People love the hyper feminine look, especially on you. The little heels you wear around town with no one to impress, colourful dresses worn if youâve decided not to go for the smallest skirt in your closet.
Today, you have. The denim of your skirt hugs your curves perfectly, and so does the tight top youâve paired it with. The heels you wear render you taller than Robin, who loves having to tilt her chin up to kiss you. She got to pick the colour of your nails too, and youâre sure sheâll notice it when you enclose your fingers around her wrist to tug her closer to you.
But when you arrive at the WSQK, Robinâs attention is already occupied. You huff to yourself, raking a hand through the rows of vinyls for sale as you slowly approach your girlfriend and her friend. At the sound of your clicking heels, Robinâs head snaps towards you. Sheâs been conditioned to associate you with the sound, as well as old pop songs and the scent of watermelon that sheâs so used to when she tastes your lips, getting glitter all over herself. She puts a hand up to wave at you and you approach her with a soft smile, cooly greeting her with a âHey Robs.â You flick your eyes to the dark brunette besides her, tilting your head to the side as you add âNancy.â
The girl smiles at you, but her attention quickly turns back to Robin as they carry on with their conversation. You glance towards Robin, watching her face as she listens to Nancy. When she turns her face towards you, she seems surprised to find you already looking at her. âNancy was just telling me about this new movie she went to see, The Princess Bride? Sounds like youâd like it.â
âYeah, I went and watched it with Matilda this weekend. Didnât think much of it.â Youâre lying. You really liked the movie. Robin nods, and you put a hand on her shoulder, saying âIâm gonna sit in the break room and wait for you, okay?â
As you walk away, you hear Nancy ask âDo you guys have plans?â
âYeah, nothing specific though, just hanging out.â You frown as you make your way down the stairs. Does Robin think that because you donât have anything planned your time together can be dispensable? You huff again as you slam the door to the break room shut. Steve glances up at you from where heâs eating his sandwich, his eyes wide with confusion. He watches as you slump down on the couch furthest away from him, then rolls his shoulders back, straightening up.
âNancy?â He asks knowingly, an amused smile making its way onto his face. âYouâve noticed!?â Steve blinks quickly, mouth going agape as hesitation takes over his features. He considers denying it, but youâre not dumb. âYeah, I told Robin you wouldnât be happy about it, but sheâs convinced Nancy doesnât even like women.â You cross your arms over your chest. If itâs been brought to her attention that another woman is flirting with her, why didnât she do something about it? And first and foremost, why didnât she tell you?
Itâs not just today that Nancy has acted as a placeholder for Robinâs attention. In fact, it seems that sheâs been seeking private conversations with Robin for weeks now. Many unbearable weeks. Of course you thought nothing of it at first, and when Robin would come to you at the end of the day with unlimited kisses to spare, any envious thoughts about the other woman would instantly leave your mind. But at the end of the day, Robin is your girlfriend, and you donât want a single other woman to hold nearly as much of her attention as you do. Youâve tried hinting to Robin that you donât approve of Nancyâs presence in her life with eye rolls at the mention of her name, and excusing yourself from conversation the second Nancy appears, but Robin seems to be as clueless as a man. And obviously, in order to disguise your relationship as nothing but friendship, Robin wonât go chasing your attention in public.
âShe shouldâve listened to you.â You finally say, and Steve internally panics. He can feel an argument between you and your girlfriend beginning to stir, even if Robin doesnât know it yet. But you canât just start up a fight â you have to see how Robin treats you first.
âHey, she really doesnât think Nancy is making moves on her, you know? Sheâs not just acting clueless because she likes her company.â When you lift your eyes up to meet Steveâs, he instantly knows heâs said something wrong by the way your face screams anger at him, an eye almost twitching at him. Itâs quite subtle too, and he is frankly quite impressed at how well youâre able to convey emotion so delicately, but heâs primarily scared. âYou think sheâd lie to me because she likes Nancyâs company?â Steve puts his sandwich down so he can put his hands up in surrender. âNo! No, that is not what I- she wouldnât do that Iâm just trying to- look you should just speak to her.â
Steve scrambles to pick up his sandwich and the rest of his trash before heading up towards the stairs. âGood luck!â He calls out, and you spin on the couch, yelling back anxiously âWhy would I need luck!?â Oh god, Robin is so two seconds away from cheating on you, you think, bringing your hands up to dig your face into. Halfway up, you realise youâre wearing intricate makeup that youâve put on just for her, and instead move your hands to play with the necklace dangling around your neck.
The door opens once more, and youâre ready to scold Steve for something stupid once more, but instead you hear a voice call out âHey, baby.â
You stand instantly at the sound of Robinâs voice, turning in her direction and smiling softly. She grins widely at the sight of you, hands already reaching for your waist despite the distance between you. At the sight of the worry pooling in your eyes, her eyebrows knit together, and she asks âIs everything okay?â You nod, hands immediately tracing up Robinâs arms and linking around her neck when you reach her. Robin runs her hands up and down your sides, smiling at you as she requests âLet me see your nails again.â You giggle, trying to pull back from her so you can show her your hands, but Robin hugs you close, keeping you chest to chest with her so youâre forced to only show her one of your hands.
âTheyâre the colour I chose.â She beams, and you nod, pressing your lips to her cheek before wrapping your arms over her shoulders again and pressing your lips to hers greedily. Robin gasps at the touch, eyes fluttering shut, but you donât really give her an option but to kiss you back, pressing against her harder. Robin nudges your lips apart with her tongue so she can slide it in you mouth, moaning when you desperately slide your tongue against hers, rendering the kiss immediately messy as saliva slips between both your lips, melding onto your chins.
Robin gasps when you begin walking in the wrong direction to the table in the room, but she instantly corrects you, beginning to guide you until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. Robin breaks the kiss so she can glance between your bodies as she helps you sit on the table, your faces still so close that her nose still nudges yours. She watches as you hook a leg around hers, forcing her closer to you, and a breath hitches in her throat when the spread of your legs allows her a peak of the panties you wear underneath your denim skirt.
âI love this skirt.â Robin mumbles, bringing her parted lips back to yours. She moans when you instantly dip your tongue into her mouth, bringing her hands from your waist to your ass so she can slide you forward onto the table, bringing you as close to her as possible. You trail a hand up into her short hair, purposefully making it messy enough that anyone would know whatâs just happened. You just hope that people assume itâll be her own glittery lip gloss smudged across her lips instead of another girlsâ.
Robin slides a hand up your back, and your back arches away from her tickling fingertips and into her chest. You sigh when her gentle touch skims back down your body and dips underneath your shirt, fingers just resting against your skin. An involuntary sound comes out of you and you Robin laughs into the kiss, bringing a hand up to the back of your head to hold you there against her, forbidding you to break the kiss. That would be the last thing youâd want though, so youâre happy to tilt your head further to the side, letting Robin take over the pace of the kiss. You refuse to let her think she has all the power though, sliding a hand down her body to grip her hip in a way that makes her whine into the kiss.
And then suddenly, despite it seeming like nothing in the world could ruin your moment, someone gasps out âOh my god Iâm so sorry.â
Robin, at least, looks humiliated when you tear your lips away from each other, but the only expression you can muster right now is one of disbelief as Nancy Wheeler stands by the open door to the break room. Neither of you had even heard it open. âI-my purse.â Nancy scrambles to explain, pointing almost directly at you. You tilt your head at her in confusion, keeping the resentment in your eyes to show her that you arenât happy with her, but Robinâs eyes trail down to the chair tucked underneath the table and she mumbles a knowing âOh.â
Your gaze follows Robinâs, and out of respect for Nancy, you turn your stare away from her and her purse as she awkwardly crosses the room to retrieve it. Robinâs fingers twitch against your body, like she doesnât know if itâs more awkward to take them off you or to keep them, but you remove your hand from her waist and sling your arm over her shoulder so you can hug her closer to you again, leaning your head on her shoulder and unashamedly watching Nancy as she rushes out of the room. Robin stares down at your feet, which are swinging above the ground as though youâre bored, and you make the most of her distraction to meet Nancyâs eyes when she turns around to grip the door handle. She pauses with her hand on the handle, unable to read the expression in your eyes as they bore into hers.
âHey Nancy?â You feel Robin stiffen in your hold as you call for the girl, whose face only reads panic. âTell anyone about my girlfriend and I and Iâll have your head, okay?â She nods quickly, stepping out from under the doorway and accidentally slamming the door as she leaves.
With her gone, you pull back from Robin, putting your hands flat on the tableâs surface and leaning back on them. Robin puts one plus one together. Or rather, she puts everything together from the last few weeks, the final hint being the discontent you look at her with now. âWhy did Nancy have her purse in the break room?â You question, and Robin brings her hands to your thighs, swallowing thickly when you donât react to her touch at all. Not even a glance down at where they lay on your skin. âWe were just⊠chilling here.â
At your loud scoff, Robin immediately knows she has given you the wrong answer. âJust chilling here.â You echo disapprovingly as you hop off the table. Robin chases after you, hands desperately grasping onto your waist, but you beeline all the way to the couch, where you have discarded your own purse. âCome on baby, weâre friends, we were just sitting here!â
You spin around quickly to face your girlfriend, pointing an angry finger at her chest. âItâs not just sitting here if the girl wants nothing more than to jump your bones, Robin.â
âShe doesnât, I swear to you!â Robin cries as you turn around to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
âYou should have listened to Steve, you know?â Robin freezes at your words, face falling when she gets a good look at your face and sees how truly upset you are. âHoney-â âFor a straight man to be able to notice when a girl has a crush on someone is impressive enough as is, but for you not to listen to him because, what? You like her her company? Thatâs more than impressive, Robin Buckley, thatâs - thatâs disappointing.â
Robin gulps, unable to say anything, but she desperately follows you as you push past her to walk out of the room. She harshly halts in her steps when you turn around again, gesturing wildly with your hands. âAnd I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? Here I am, thinking Iâm being the delusional girlfriend because more than two gay women in the same social circle? Impossible, right!? And then here I stand, learning that Steve fucking Harrington has already warned you that your girlfriend wouldnât like this behaviour.â
âI donât like Nancy!â Robin bursts. Itâs the only thing she can think to say (and if sheâs being honest, she doesnât think much before saying it). âAnd I didnât lie to anyone, baby, I didnât lie to you.â She promises as she slowly makes her way to you. âI genuinely was - I still am convinced that Nancy doesnât like me! But I shouldnât have ignored Steve when he said that you wouldnât like my actions, and more importantly, I should have noticed that you were upset about this.â Now, Robin stands directly in front of you, hands lightly resting on your elbows. âHow long has this been on your mind?â Robin asks quietly, afraid of your answer.
âWeeks. Like, closer to a month, really, if not more.â Robinâs hands trail up your arms, and when sheâs sure you wonât jerk away from her touch, she cradles your face softly. âIâm so sorry baby. I just, I spent all my time with you and no one else and thatâs how Iâd keep it if it were up to me. But I got worried that youâd get sick of me, so I tried spending time with other people. I didnât mean to spend so much time around Nancy that youâd think-â Robin cuts herself off, unable to bring herself to utter the next words. That sheâd cheat on you. She feels sick to her stomach at the prospect.
âRobin, why would I get sick of you? Why didnât you tell me instead of pulling away?â
âI didnât want-!â Robin begins loudly, and defensively, cutting herself with a deep breath when she notices that youâre asking out of a place of love and insecurity. She lowers her volume, letting her shoulders slump as she repeats âI didnât want you to think I was worried about losing you.â
You exhale sharply, trying not to be mad at her despite the tears that are gathering in your waterline. âRobin Buckley, you are so - baby just talk to me next time.â Robin feels herself relax at the usage of a pet name, and she nods, taking half a step closer to you. âYou too, okay? I donât want you to ever have to be jealous of someone. Especially a nerd like Nancy Wheeler.â
âDonât start insulting your friends for me.â Robin nods sharply, lips pursing. Of course you have to be so nice and moral even though youâve spent the last month hating on Nancy. âIâm gonna speak to Nancy, okay? And figure things out. If thereâs any hint that she likes me, Iâm going to silently distance myself from her, okay?â You nod, licking your lips.
âIâm sorry I got so jealous.â
âNo, Iâm sorry I distanced myself from you. Iâm sorry I made you feel like that.â
You shrug, sliding a hand on the wooden door behind you. You look at your girlfriend, and she can tell the next comment youâll make wonât be so serious by the way you take your chew your bottom lip between your teeth. âSo, are you gonna kiss it better, or?â
Robin doesnât give you enough space for you to give her the alternative.
summary: nancy wheeler has been spending too much time with your girlfriend, and your world nearly explodes when you find out oblivious steve harrington has noticed it too.
wc: 2.9k+
cw: argument, slightly heated making out, arguing, accusations of cheating, hyperfem!reader but not in an infantilising way
Had any man in Hawkins found out Robin Buckley had the honour of dating you, the first thing theyâd feel is jealousy, and disgust second. Of course, being in a same sex relationship meant you couldnât flaunt it to everyone, unable to keep your arms constantly wrapped around your girlfriend to kiss her whenever you wished. Unfortunately, that meant that you had to keep turning down men you barely knew, but that never mattered. They were men, and you liked women. Which of course meant jealousy broiled through your veins any time Nancy Wheeler approached your girlfriend for what was a so called âfriendly conversationâ.
You shouldnât be jealous, you know that. As if itâs not validating enough that Robin canât keep her hands off you whenever youâre alone, and as if the countless people who hit on you donât solidify your knowledge of how attractive you are. Regardless, you donât need anyone to tell you when you can just look at yourself in any reflection around. People love the hyper feminine look, especially on you. The little heels you wear around town with no one to impress, colourful dresses worn if youâve decided not to go for the smallest skirt in your closet.
Today, you have. The denim of your skirt hugs your curves perfectly, and so does the tight top youâve paired it with. The heels you wear render you taller than Robin, who loves having to tilt her chin up to kiss you. She got to pick the colour of your nails too, and youâre sure sheâll notice it when you enclose your fingers around her wrist to tug her closer to you.
But when you arrive at the WSQK, Robinâs attention is already occupied. You huff to yourself, raking a hand through the rows of vinyls for sale as you slowly approach your girlfriend and her friend. At the sound of your clicking heels, Robinâs head snaps towards you. Sheâs been conditioned to associate you with the sound, as well as old pop songs and the scent of watermelon that sheâs so used to when she tastes your lips, getting glitter all over herself. She puts a hand up to wave at you and you approach her with a soft smile, cooly greeting her with a âHey Robs.â You flick your eyes to the dark brunette besides her, tilting your head to the side as you add âNancy.â
The girl smiles at you, but her attention quickly turns back to Robin as they carry on with their conversation. You glance towards Robin, watching her face as she listens to Nancy. When she turns her face towards you, she seems surprised to find you already looking at her. âNancy was just telling me about this new movie she went to see, The Princess Bride? Sounds like youâd like it.â
âYeah, I went and watched it with Matilda this weekend. Didnât think much of it.â Youâre lying. You really liked the movie. Robin nods, and you put a hand on her shoulder, saying âIâm gonna sit in the break room and wait for you, okay?â
As you walk away, you hear Nancy ask âDo you guys have plans?â
âYeah, nothing specific though, just hanging out.â You frown as you make your way down the stairs. Does Robin think that because you donât have anything planned your time together can be dispensable? You huff again as you slam the door to the break room shut. Steve glances up at you from where heâs eating his sandwich, his eyes wide with confusion. He watches as you slump down on the couch furthest away from him, then rolls his shoulders back, straightening up.
âNancy?â He asks knowingly, an amused smile making its way onto his face. âYouâve noticed!?â Steve blinks quickly, mouth going agape as hesitation takes over his features. He considers denying it, but youâre not dumb. âYeah, I told Robin you wouldnât be happy about it, but sheâs convinced Nancy doesnât even like women.â You cross your arms over your chest. If itâs been brought to her attention that another woman is flirting with her, why didnât she do something about it? And first and foremost, why didnât she tell you?
Itâs not just today that Nancy has acted as a placeholder for Robinâs attention. In fact, it seems that sheâs been seeking private conversations with Robin for weeks now. Many unbearable weeks. Of course you thought nothing of it at first, and when Robin would come to you at the end of the day with unlimited kisses to spare, any envious thoughts about the other woman would instantly leave your mind. But at the end of the day, Robin is your girlfriend, and you donât want a single other woman to hold nearly as much of her attention as you do. Youâve tried hinting to Robin that you donât approve of Nancyâs presence in her life with eye rolls at the mention of her name, and excusing yourself from conversation the second Nancy appears, but Robin seems to be as clueless as a man. And obviously, in order to disguise your relationship as nothing but friendship, Robin wonât go chasing your attention in public.
âShe shouldâve listened to you.â You finally say, and Steve internally panics. He can feel an argument between you and your girlfriend beginning to stir, even if Robin doesnât know it yet. But you canât just start up a fight â you have to see how Robin treats you first.
âHey, she really doesnât think Nancy is making moves on her, you know? Sheâs not just acting clueless because she likes her company.â When you lift your eyes up to meet Steveâs, he instantly knows heâs said something wrong by the way your face screams anger at him, an eye almost twitching at him. Itâs quite subtle too, and he is frankly quite impressed at how well youâre able to convey emotion so delicately, but heâs primarily scared. âYou think sheâd lie to me because she likes Nancyâs company?â Steve puts his sandwich down so he can put his hands up in surrender. âNo! No, that is not what I- she wouldnât do that Iâm just trying to- look you should just speak to her.â
Steve scrambles to pick up his sandwich and the rest of his trash before heading up towards the stairs. âGood luck!â He calls out, and you spin on the couch, yelling back anxiously âWhy would I need luck!?â Oh god, Robin is so two seconds away from cheating on you, you think, bringing your hands up to dig your face into. Halfway up, you realise youâre wearing intricate makeup that youâve put on just for her, and instead move your hands to play with the necklace dangling around your neck.
The door opens once more, and youâre ready to scold Steve for something stupid once more, but instead you hear a voice call out âHey, baby.â
You stand instantly at the sound of Robinâs voice, turning in her direction and smiling softly. She grins widely at the sight of you, hands already reaching for your waist despite the distance between you. At the sight of the worry pooling in your eyes, her eyebrows knit together, and she asks âIs everything okay?â You nod, hands immediately tracing up Robinâs arms and linking around her neck when you reach her. Robin runs her hands up and down your sides, smiling at you as she requests âLet me see your nails again.â You giggle, trying to pull back from her so you can show her your hands, but Robin hugs you close, keeping you chest to chest with her so youâre forced to only show her one of your hands.
âTheyâre the colour I chose.â She beams, and you nod, pressing your lips to her cheek before wrapping your arms over her shoulders again and pressing your lips to hers greedily. Robin gasps at the touch, eyes fluttering shut, but you donât really give her an option but to kiss you back, pressing against her harder. Robin nudges your lips apart with her tongue so she can slide it in you mouth, moaning when you desperately slide your tongue against hers, rendering the kiss immediately messy as saliva slips between both your lips, melding onto your chins.
Robin gasps when you begin walking in the wrong direction to the table in the room, but she instantly corrects you, beginning to guide you until the back of your thighs hit the edge of the table. Robin breaks the kiss so she can glance between your bodies as she helps you sit on the table, your faces still so close that her nose still nudges yours. She watches as you hook a leg around hers, forcing her closer to you, and a breath hitches in her throat when the spread of your legs allows her a peak of the panties you wear underneath your denim skirt.
âI love this skirt.â Robin mumbles, bringing her parted lips back to yours. She moans when you instantly dip your tongue into her mouth, bringing her hands from your waist to your ass so she can slide you forward onto the table, bringing you as close to her as possible. You trail a hand up into her short hair, purposefully making it messy enough that anyone would know whatâs just happened. You just hope that people assume itâll be her own glittery lip gloss smudged across her lips instead of another girlsâ.
Robin slides a hand up your back, and your back arches away from her tickling fingertips and into her chest. You sigh when her gentle touch skims back down your body and dips underneath your shirt, fingers just resting against your skin. An involuntary sound comes out of you and you Robin laughs into the kiss, bringing a hand up to the back of your head to hold you there against her, forbidding you to break the kiss. That would be the last thing youâd want though, so youâre happy to tilt your head further to the side, letting Robin take over the pace of the kiss. You refuse to let her think she has all the power though, sliding a hand down her body to grip her hip in a way that makes her whine into the kiss.
And then suddenly, despite it seeming like nothing in the world could ruin your moment, someone gasps out âOh my god Iâm so sorry.â
Robin, at least, looks humiliated when you tear your lips away from each other, but the only expression you can muster right now is one of disbelief as Nancy Wheeler stands by the open door to the break room. Neither of you had even heard it open. âI-my purse.â Nancy scrambles to explain, pointing almost directly at you. You tilt your head at her in confusion, keeping the resentment in your eyes to show her that you arenât happy with her, but Robinâs eyes trail down to the chair tucked underneath the table and she mumbles a knowing âOh.â
Your gaze follows Robinâs, and out of respect for Nancy, you turn your stare away from her and her purse as she awkwardly crosses the room to retrieve it. Robinâs fingers twitch against your body, like she doesnât know if itâs more awkward to take them off you or to keep them, but you remove your hand from her waist and sling your arm over her shoulder so you can hug her closer to you again, leaning your head on her shoulder and unashamedly watching Nancy as she rushes out of the room. Robin stares down at your feet, which are swinging above the ground as though youâre bored, and you make the most of her distraction to meet Nancyâs eyes when she turns around to grip the door handle. She pauses with her hand on the handle, unable to read the expression in your eyes as they bore into hers.
âHey Nancy?â You feel Robin stiffen in your hold as you call for the girl, whose face only reads panic. âTell anyone about my girlfriend and I and Iâll have your head, okay?â She nods quickly, stepping out from under the doorway and accidentally slamming the door as she leaves.
With her gone, you pull back from Robin, putting your hands flat on the tableâs surface and leaning back on them. Robin puts one plus one together. Or rather, she puts everything together from the last few weeks, the final hint being the discontent you look at her with now. âWhy did Nancy have her purse in the break room?â You question, and Robin brings her hands to your thighs, swallowing thickly when you donât react to her touch at all. Not even a glance down at where they lay on your skin. âWe were just⊠chilling here.â
At your loud scoff, Robin immediately knows she has given you the wrong answer. âJust chilling here.â You echo disapprovingly as you hop off the table. Robin chases after you, hands desperately grasping onto your waist, but you beeline all the way to the couch, where you have discarded your own purse. âCome on baby, weâre friends, we were just sitting here!â
You spin around quickly to face your girlfriend, pointing an angry finger at her chest. âItâs not just sitting here if the girl wants nothing more than to jump your bones, Robin.â
âShe doesnât, I swear to you!â Robin cries as you turn around to grab your bag, slinging it over your shoulder.
âYou should have listened to Steve, you know?â Robin freezes at your words, face falling when she gets a good look at your face and sees how truly upset you are. âHoney-â âFor a straight man to be able to notice when a girl has a crush on someone is impressive enough as is, but for you not to listen to him because, what? You like her her company? Thatâs more than impressive, Robin Buckley, thatâs - thatâs disappointing.â
Robin gulps, unable to say anything, but she desperately follows you as you push past her to walk out of the room. She harshly halts in her steps when you turn around again, gesturing wildly with your hands. âAnd I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, you know? Here I am, thinking Iâm being the delusional girlfriend because more than two gay women in the same social circle? Impossible, right!? And then here I stand, learning that Steve fucking Harrington has already warned you that your girlfriend wouldnât like this behaviour.â
âI donât like Nancy!â Robin bursts. Itâs the only thing she can think to say (and if sheâs being honest, she doesnât think much before saying it). âAnd I didnât lie to anyone, baby, I didnât lie to you.â She promises as she slowly makes her way to you. âI genuinely was - I still am convinced that Nancy doesnât like me! But I shouldnât have ignored Steve when he said that you wouldnât like my actions, and more importantly, I should have noticed that you were upset about this.â Now, Robin stands directly in front of you, hands lightly resting on your elbows. âHow long has this been on your mind?â Robin asks quietly, afraid of your answer.
âWeeks. Like, closer to a month, really, if not more.â Robinâs hands trail up your arms, and when sheâs sure you wonât jerk away from her touch, she cradles your face softly. âIâm so sorry baby. I just, I spent all my time with you and no one else and thatâs how Iâd keep it if it were up to me. But I got worried that youâd get sick of me, so I tried spending time with other people. I didnât mean to spend so much time around Nancy that youâd think-â Robin cuts herself off, unable to bring herself to utter the next words. That sheâd cheat on you. She feels sick to her stomach at the prospect.
âRobin, why would I get sick of you? Why didnât you tell me instead of pulling away?â
âI didnât want-!â Robin begins loudly, and defensively, cutting herself with a deep breath when she notices that youâre asking out of a place of love and insecurity. She lowers her volume, letting her shoulders slump as she repeats âI didnât want you to think I was worried about losing you.â
You exhale sharply, trying not to be mad at her despite the tears that are gathering in your waterline. âRobin Buckley, you are so - baby just talk to me next time.â Robin feels herself relax at the usage of a pet name, and she nods, taking half a step closer to you. âYou too, okay? I donât want you to ever have to be jealous of someone. Especially a nerd like Nancy Wheeler.â
âDonât start insulting your friends for me.â Robin nods sharply, lips pursing. Of course you have to be so nice and moral even though youâve spent the last month hating on Nancy. âIâm gonna speak to Nancy, okay? And figure things out. If thereâs any hint that she likes me, Iâm going to silently distance myself from her, okay?â You nod, licking your lips.
âIâm sorry I got so jealous.â
âNo, Iâm sorry I distanced myself from you. Iâm sorry I made you feel like that.â
You shrug, sliding a hand on the wooden door behind you. You look at your girlfriend, and she can tell the next comment youâll make wonât be so serious by the way you take your chew your bottom lip between your teeth. âSo, are you gonna kiss it better, or?â
Robin doesnât give you enough space for you to give her the alternative.
Hey I'm not the anon that asked the most resent writing question but I do want to ask about how you would get motivated to write about a character that has literal breadcrumbs of scenes in a book series and absolutely nothing in the movie about said book, is it the same advice just go read fics about them and watch tiktoks of people talking about them or create a whole new character and just slap their name on the oc
don't be scared at how fast i answered this please you just caught me at a great time (#unemployed) but HIGHKEY do whatever you want. if this is about motivation to write for them, yeah pretty much i'd do what you said (boring i'm sorry), but if you already have motivation to write for them but it's kind of just ooc, don't let anyone stop you from doing that. also, i am a firm believer that motivation to write for a specific character comes back organically so don't worry about it too much and continue writing for whatever other characters, but if you've been in a slump for that specific character in ages and are really trying to write for them again, i would also suggest also re-reading your own fics as a trigger reminder of what you actually like about that character.
i do get that it's more difficult when it comes to book characters, but again it's fanfiction, and you can literally write what you want, however you want it. my best example for this would be writing for the marauders because obviously we know very little of them from the books and there's basically nothing to go off of when writing for their younger selves because the way so many people (including me!!) write for them is by taking the idea of them and running with it. like you can have your own version of a character based on what you do know about them, and if you're motivated to write for the picture you have of them in your mind, by all means do that!!
was this helpful lol i'm scared but seriously though if you're just unable to get motivation for them and feel forced to write for them, zon't zo it, it will save your peace of mind
summary: art is quick to take patrick's advice when you get mad at him for something he thinks is silly, but it doesn't seem to be doing the trick.
wc: 1.4k+
cw: silly argument but they're not really arguing, art tries flattery, stubborn!reader, kissing, suggestive
Art isnât ever this touchy with you, which is unfortunate given how angry you are with him. You huff unhappily, squirming when he doesnât remove his hands from your waist. Art takes another step closer to you, pressing his chest to your back, his arms caressing your sides. He ducks his face down, pressing a kiss to your neck. He hears your dissatisfied sigh, and you step away from your boyfriend, turning to look at him with an unhappy furrow between your brow. Art swallows thickly, ready to stop bothering you and accept that youâre going to need your space before he can try apologising again. He exhales, fingers twitching at your side, but when he glances up across the room, he catches Patrickâs eyes.
âMan, she just needs to know that you love her and that you wonât give up on her. Sheâs going to fold like nothing else if you just show her how much you want her - give her a few kisses.â
So instead, Art moves his hands on your waist to spin you around so you're facing him, then intertwines his fingers with yours, tugging you towards him. You sigh, and Art softens his eyes in that way he knows youâre weak for. âCome on baby,â He begins, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. He feels you stiffen, but presses another kiss to your face before continuing âletâs just have a good time tonight, and if you really want to, you can go back to being mad at me later.â
When you donât respond, Art trails his hands back up to your waist, wrapping his arms around you. âI know what youâre doing, Art.â You say, and your boyfriendâs breath hitches nervously as his body goes still. âJust because other people are around, doesnât mean Iâm going to stop being mad at you. Thereâs consequences to your actions, you know?â
Art nods, and itâs in that moment that he decides to abandon his suave manners. âOkay, come on, I think we need to talk, baby.â You scoff at Artâs words, but you let him pull you outside by the hand. At least with less people around, you can make more of a scene. You lean your back against the wall of the backyard, crossing your arms over your chest. âOkay, talk.â
âLook, I donât just want you to stop being mad at me because people are around, I want you to stop being mad at me because Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry, and I apologised, and I genuinely mean it, so I donât understand why you wonât accept my apologyâ Art brings his hands up to rest on your biceps, eyebrows furrowed. âI wonât accept your apology because Iâm still mad! You can apologise, but it doesnât change how I feel and itâs not fair if I just accept your apology and still ignore you for the rest of the night!â
Artâs chest deflates in a horrible feeling of guilt, but he still steps closer to you. âYouâre not gonna let me kiss that anger away?â He asks, and you stubbornly shake your head.
Patrick made this sound way easier than it is, Art thinks, but he supposes Patrick has had more women angry at him for even sillier things.
He didnât realise that speaking to some girls at the training centre would make you angry just because his shirt was off. But apparently you thought they were âoglingâ and Art shouldnât be around other women at all, let alone in his sweaty, shirtless state.
Art lowers his face down, nudging the side of your nose with his. âYou just wanna stay mad, donât you?â He mumbles, smiling when you shake your head again. âSo you wonât mind if I kiss you?â He asks, angling his lips towards yours when you donât answer. You donât move to connect your lips, so he takes liberty of doing so himself. He feels your stiff posture begin to loosen, but your lips are unmoving against his, so he pulls back, muttering âDonât be like that. You know I only have eyes for my future wife.â
Again, Art doesnât get a response from you, so instead he just reconnects his lips to yours. He canât help but smile a little into the kiss when you completely melt against him this time, uncrossing your arms so you can place your hands on your boyfriendâs chest. Art hums into the kiss when you move your lips against his, one hand coming up to play with his hair. Art presses you harder against the wall, a groan leaving his chest when a small noise of pleasure leaves you. You donât like fighting with Art, even if heâs the one in the wrong, but you need him to prove that heâll fight for you.
Your lips separate when Art pulls away to see the expression on your face. He canât make out what youâre feeling, so he cups your face in one of his large hands, thumb swiping up to wipe saliva off the bottom of your lip. He watches as your eyes flicker down to his hand, then back up to meet his gaze. âYou gonna tell me whatâs going through your head?â
âDonât take Patrickâs advice again.â You order, and Artâs face goes bright red. âYouâre smart enough to figure things out yourself.â
Art swallows thickly, subconsciously glancing into the house despite the windows being reflective, so he can only see the way youâve both pressed up against each other by the wall. âDid - how do you know?â
âTashi told me.â You tell him, playing with his hair. Art nods. Of course Tashi told you because of course she was secretly listening to the conversation he was having with Patrick when she pretended to be busy and uninterested. âI wonât listen to him.â He reassures you, gasping quietly when you slip a hand under his shirt, resting it on his abdomen. âAnd youâll take me back to yours after this, right?â Art nods early, pecking your lips quickly and whispering against them âI can take you back to mine right now.â
The little giggle that leaves you surprises Art, who straightens up to look down at you properly. You bring both your hands to his chest, leaving his hair a mess so you can softly push him away from you. His wide eyes amuse you, and he desperately grasps one of your hands in his when you begin leading him back into the house party, telling him âI think we still deserve to have fun before I spend the rest of the night staring at your abs.â
You let go of Artâs hand the second youâre back in the house, already finding Tashi across the room, and leaving him to drag his feet to where Patrick stands alone with a beer. He can only think about what you mean when you say youâre going to spend the night staring at his abs, and he feels his trousers uncomfortably tighten at the thought of you perched on his lap as he lays back shirtless on his bed, your hands on his abdomen as you trace the lines on his chest. He can vividly imagine the smile on your face as you lean down, pressing kisses to his neck, then down his chest and tummy before finally hooking your fingers in the band of his boxers and pulling them down.
Art shudders as he reaches Patrick, and his friend slaps a hand onto his shoulder, gripping him there and shaking him. Art groans, uncomfortably shifting. He shouldnât have let his mind wander because now the rest of the party is going to feel like hell.
âShe kiss you a little too good out there?â Patrick asks, and Art nods, leaning against the table next to him. âTashi told her, by the way.â He adds, letting his eyes blink shut momentarily.
âOh yeah, I was counting on it.â Artâs eyes snap open and he turns to look at his best friend with a look of utter confusion. Patrick waves his hand in dismissal, nodding his head in a direction for Art to follow. Art frowns when it just leads to you across the room, talking animatedly to Tashi. Fuck, he didnât even realise you looked so good tonight when he was fighting for his life.
âOkay, have fun.â Art tells Patrick, beelining in your direction with no other explanation. Patrick watches as Art immediately strings an arm around your waist, tugging you away from Tashi, who raises her eyebrows at him. He doesnât say much to her â only what looks like an apology â before quickly dragging you out of the house. Yeah, he could really spend a night of you staring his abs. At when thatâs over, heâll worship you for an eternity.
summary: after witnessing an interesting exchange, sirius can't help but seek you out for a conversation.
wc: 1.7k+
cw: gender imbalance, pureblood lifestyle, suggestive ish, is this kind of angsty?
When Sirius Black interrupts your letter writing by the black lake, the first thing you feel is surprise that he hasnât shown up earlier. You smile amusedly to yourself, turning your letter face down onto the grass next to you and capping your inc bottle so you can turn to face the awaiting boy. Of course, his expression is smug and heâs smirking to himself, but you meet his eyes with equal amusement. âHere to entertain me?â You ask, leaning back onto a single hand.
âDonât all women love a man who can make them laugh?â He retorts as response, running a hand through his hair. He shows you his teeth when he smiles, posing perfectly for you as he awaits a response from you. âIâm not sure if you were listening to that conversation you eavesdropped on the other day-â Sirius raises his eyebrows but lets you proceed without mentioning the fact that you were in public in when the conversation occurred. â-but I want a man who isnât entirely a scumbag, not one who can make me laugh.â
Sirius groans in mock disappointment, beginning to push himself off the grass with a huff of âI should go then.â
âStay.â Sirius slumps back onto the grass the instant he hears your voice, but he would have done so either way, so heâs a little surprised youâve said anything at all. His smile drops when you pick up your letter again, so he resorts to forcing your attention onto him. He snatches the parchment out of your hands, and all you do is sigh as he noses around, scanning through the letter to your parents. Heâs a little taken aback when he reads some details about the Lestrange whose behaviour caused a missed opportunity with you. âIâm a little surprised, actually,â Sirius begins, putting the letter down âthat you would turn a Lestrange down for the way he acts but would give me a chance.â
Sirius expects an instant rejection that he will obviously ignore. Little miss perfect will of course be disgusted to actually imagine herself with the disgraceful Black brother, and he will have to make her laugh, flirt a little and then serenade her. Instead, heâs met with the tilt of a head and a playful single shoulder shrug. âI donât know. I could fix you, I think.â
âFix me? What, make me the perfect pureblooded business man?â You grin, leaning forward and hooking a finger in the chain of Siriusâs necklace and pulling it out from underneath his uniform. You trace the engraved metal and the purple gem in its middle â the family heirloom that he hides underneath his clothes yet wears everyday. âSomething like that.â You mumble, glancing up to meet his eyes. Sirius plucks the heirloom back, stuffing it beneath his shirt once more. âOr maybe I can convert you?â Sirius suggests, purposefully reaching out to stick up the end of your collar. He stares at you for a long moment, but you keep his gaze, refusing to be the first one to break eye-contact. Finally, with your eyes still on him, you bring both hands up to smooth down your collar, and Sirius mumbles âThere it is. How about I turn your perfectly composed manners into something with a little more attitude? Ruin that pureblood pleasing mindset and make you a little rebellious?â
âYou donât think itâll be rebellious enough to bring you home to my parents?â Sirius scoffs with a playful eye roll, but you hold your index finger up to silence him, continuing âImagine the ruckus in the pureblooded community when someone of my status turns down a Lestrange for the disowned Black brother? Bring you back to the family for the wedding, pretend everything is perfect, then we both disappear off the face of the planet to supposedly fulfil our parentsâ wishes?â Sirius is intrigued. Of course, he will never return back home to his parents unless to prove a point. Could you be the point he makes? But thatâs not the first thing he thinks of. He immediately wonders why youâre so eager to disappear from your parentsâ lives the second you get married, which will inevitably be within a few months of graduating.
Sirius takes a long look at you, taking in your face to try and read you. Despite how playful you have been with him the entire time, your expression is now unreadable. The pureblood life, especially as a woman, is torturous. Sitting around being perfect whilst your family decides your fate until it is handed to another man. Sirius can imagine youâre tired of it, being forced to meet man after man as a potential suitor, and when your parents have finally made a decision on a potential husband from the pool of suitors, the disappointment from Rabastan must have been your last straw.
âDone with them?â He asks, voice dropping into complete seriousness, sympathy pooling in his eyes. You nod softly, glancing down to the grass as you pull at stubborn green strands of nature. âSo done with them.â You mutter, barely enunciating so Sirius can barely make out your words. Heâs taken aback by that â muttering around pureblooded parents would have received you a silencing hex for an entire week so they wind up sure that the next time you speak, itâll be done with poise and elegance.
âAnd youâre not joking?â Sirius asks, returning to the topic of conversation. You sigh, wiping your hands off from the dirt and grabbing your bag so you can settle it onto your lap. You place your letter and bottle of ink into your bag, and genuinely say âNo, I donât think so. But itâs alright. When they marry me off, itâll be to a man who doesnât care what I do as long as I make the right appearances.â
âAnd give him children.â Sirius adds, but he shuts his mouth at the immediate shake of your head. âNot happening, thank you.â
Even though Sirius wants to ask you dozens of more questions, he forces himself to change the topic of conversation and to lift your spirits. He resorts to flirting again. âHey if it makes you feel better, the one thing you donât have to change is your looks. The personality â scrap it! But you are one beautiful woman.â Sirius catches the way your cheeks shyly flex in a flattered smile, but you force yourself to raise your eyebrows in an unimpressed manner, clarifying âScrap the entire personality? Damn it, Iâve spent years working on that one.â
âSee, cursing is already an improvement. Just fix the rest of it, then we can get married.â
You put on an apologetic expression, and reach forward to place a hand over Siriusâs. âIâm sorry Black, Iâve spent years being chased by men without having to change a single thing about myself. Thatâs not changing now.â You have Sirius fooled with your acting, and itâs only when the amusement returns to your eyes that Sirius scoffs, licking his lips, a small smile existing on his lips against his will. âFine. I suppose Iâll tear myself down and become a new man for you.â
You straighten up, your face morphing into an offended expression as you gasp lightly, snapping âI am asking of you nothing of the sort. You need to start believing youâre perfect just the way you are and the people who are perfect for you will suddenly appear in your life.â
Sirius is stunned into silence, and for a long, long moment, he doesnât make a single sound. Then suddenly âHave you been lying to me about your identity?â
âExcuse me?â
Sirius shuffles closer to you on the grass, snatching your hand with the heirloom ring on your finger. He nudges it with his finger, asking âIs this real?â You splutter, unsure of Siriusâs intentions. âYeah, itâs real.â You promise, and Sirius frowns. âHow can such wise and loving words come from a pureblooded woman raised by some of the most evil people in the world?â
âCome on, Iâm sure thereâs worse people out there.â
âI would marry you, you know.â Sirius says with a finality, and you cackle loudly, throwing your head back with disbelief. âNo Iâm serious. We can get it annulled immediately after, but if what you want is to be married off so your family canât control you anymore, letâs do it.â
You smile kindly, reaching up to rest a hand on Siriusâs arm. âYouâre really sweet Sirius. And youâre going to wake up and wish you never said any of that, so Iâm going to have to reject that offer.â Sirius frowns. âI donât regret things often, you know.â
âWe canât get married, weâve never even held hands.â Sirius scoffs, rolling his eyes playfully. He gestures wildly with his hands before cupping your face and yanking it forward so he can slam his lips against yours. You gasp loudly, but before you can make a decision on how to react, Sirius has already pulled away, and it telling you âYouâre just scared that you have an out now.â You huff stubbornly, unhappy with how he has called you out. âYouâre right, and I feel a little silly now because youâre offering to do me the world's biggest favour, but Iâm not brave enough to just walk away.â
Sirius pushes himself off the floor so he can stand, and he wipes his hands on his trousers before offering them to you. You sling your bag through your arm, then reach up for Siriusâs hands, letting him pull you off the floor. Now that he stands so close to you, you remember the way he had looked at you the other day, an amused smile as he stared at you. You werenât surprised when Narcissa approached you an hour later to tell you about her cousinâs interest in you.
âYou know, when I came to find you, I expected for us to argue a little then snog for majority of the afternoon.â You laugh quietly, bumping your shoulder with his, then mumble âWe can still do that if you want to.â You begin walking in the direction to the castle, looking back when you donât find Sirius next to you. You find him frozen in his step, staring at you with wide eyes. âWe can?â He asks, and you shrug lightly with a teasing smile before continuing to walk away from him.
âCome one Black, letâs find ourselves a broom closet.â
summary: an unexpected reunion with your ex boyfriend at your lover's house isn't what your expecting. but you're not expecting the man you're seeing to be the suspect of a murder case either.
wc: 2k+
cw: ex reconciliation, mentions of sex, murder case no details, is this kind of angsty idk?
The mood in the car is the opposite of anything positive, the three agents still hoping to be able to go back home within the next 24 hours. Spencer sits strapped to the middle seat in the back of the car, watching closely as Hotch turns the wheel to pull into a luxurious neighbourhood. Emily is quickly scanning their surroundings to find the correct house, and she points down a street, calling out the number of the villa theyâre all looking for.
âLeft here, left here!â She calls, and Spencer grips onto the seats in front of him to steady himself as the car swerves. The car jolts forward as Hotch puts it into park, and instantly, seatbelts are snapping as the agents jump out of their seats and onto the solid concrete. Guns are immediately holstered as the agents approach the extravagant house, and Hotch begins circling the property, looking for any clues that somebodyâs home. âKnock on the door.â Hotch demands, nodding his head towards the hefty driveway. The path is longer than need be, but everything is more dramatic in this neighbourhood.
Emily and Spencer approach the front door, walking up the steps to the house and knocking on the door with the pretentious ornament hanging there, clearly made of a very expensive metal. In synchrony, the two FBI agents smooth over their clothes, rolling their shoulders back as they await a response from their suspect. When the door finally opens, Emily and Spencer arenât faced with the six foot tall white male with dark hair and striking eyes who is highly ranked at a financing company. Instead, the door is swung open by a beautiful woman in a bathrobe, who, at the sight of Spencer and Emily, immediately shuts the door.
âFBI, open the door!â Emily calls out through the door with her badge out, but next to her, Spencerâs mouth immediately dries up. He puts his hand out, and Emily immediately glances down towards the movement, then immediately back up at Spencerâs panicked expression. With her eyes still on Spencer, Emily brings her fist up to knock on the door again.
On the other side of the door, you stand frozen still, hand coming up to play with your freshly dried hair. You glance down at your exposed skin, eyes going wide at the sight of your bare legs. You secure the bathrobe around you. The only put together thing about you at the moment was the mani-pedi your new boyfriend had just paid for. And of course, of the two FBI agents standing outside his door, one of them had to be your ex-boyfriend. So when you open the door again, you plaster on your best smile, aiming your gaze directly at the woman in front of you. âHow can I help?â
âAgent Prentiss. Weâre looking for Frederick Crews.â Emily watches as you shift your weight from foot to foot, pressing your side against the door. âOh, I think heâs upstairs. You can come in, or wait here while I go get him?â Emily nods, taking a step forward, and you instantly make space for her in the doorway as she comes in. Despite yourself, your eyes trail over to Spencer, who smiles awkwardly at you. Emily glances back at the two of you from the entryway, eyebrows knitting together. From the front door, Spencer gulps thickly, barely managing to croak out âExes.â
Emilyâs mouth parts in surprise, and she nods once in understand, especially when he continues with âIt just feels wrong.â
You purse your lips awkwardly, nodding your head slowly before turning back around and looking into the house â all purely to avoid Spencerâs gaze. âYou know, itâs not serious or anything.â You mutter with a shrug of your shoulders. âJust having⊠fun.â Your voice trails off with instant regret as you end your sentence.
Spencer gulps thickly, slowly shaking his head to make it seem like the comment doesnât bother him. Emily cringes from inside the house, immediately assuming the breakup is still fresh. It doesnât help that Spencer shrugs casually, telling you âYou donât have to explain yourself to me.â
Surprise flashes behind your eyes, and you straighten up to fix your posture. Emily sees the movement in your shoulders and head as you scramble to recompose yourself, saying âYeah, I know, I mean⊠Iâm just saying.â A call of Spencerâs name saves you from further humiliation, and he rushes into the house behind Emily, leaving you to ponder on your own in the open doorway. You slowly back out of the doorway, padding into the living room, your hands pressing your bathrobe close to you so you donât flash your ex and his coworker.
âIâm going to get dressed.â You feel the eyes on you as you make your way up the stairs, so you force yourself to keep a steady pace up the steps. When youâre out of earshot, Emily turns to Spencer with a raised eyebrow. âWound hasnât healed yet.â He offers as an excuse not to talk about it. Emily puts a soothing hand on his shoulder, mumbling âYou never know, maybe this is her way of coping.â
âWhat, sleeping around with suspects?â
âHey, she probably doesnât know.â
Spencer huffs, bringing his shoulders up to his ears in a stubborn shrug. He only returns his gaze to the stairs when someone comes down them again, but Spencer now recognises him as the male from their profile. He and Emily stand up in unison to greet this apparent lover of yours, and both agents immediately think differently of you based on him. Spencer canât believe youâd sleep with such a put together misogynist-looking business man, and Emily canât believe Spencer would date someone with standards that would allow that to get into your life.
âMr. Crews,â Spencer surprises Emily by speaking first, squaring his shoulders to appear broader. Emily keeps her eyes on Frederick, but notices when another figure comes down the stairs too. Sheâs sure Spencer does too. âWeâre agents Reid and Prentiss, we have a few questions about an ongoing investigation.â
You walk to the corner of the room, slipping on a discarded pair of heels. Emily turns her attention to you, only just noting that youâre wearing a short dress â most likely one you wore last night on a date with this man. This wasnât your first date with him, but definitely wasnât anything remotely serious either by the way she can tell you were planning on escaping either way. Sheâs a little surprised you were able to withstand his personality based on the way heâs speaking to Spencer, but she assumes the sex must have just been that good.
She canât decide whether or not to follow you outside, but finally turns her attention to the annoying white man in front of her. Your heels click on the floor and just as you reach the floor, Frederick turns towards you mid-sentence, running a hand through his hair and calling out âGive me a call baby, Iâve got a conference tomorrow but the day after?â
Spencer turns to look at you, and his heart swells in his chest at the sight of you leaning against the door and putting on a flirtatious smile. You shrug lightly, muttering teasingly âI donât know, Iâll have to check my schedule.â Frederick blows you a kiss, and your face drops as you turn away from him and towards the door. Spencer has a feeling you wonât be calling him back. Or at least itâs what he tells himself to feel better. You probably will, if Emily is correct in the fact that this is your coping mechanism. Itâs difficult for Spencer to keep his attention on Frederickâs answers as you step out of the door, but he doesnât notice the way you come to a sudden stop when you swing the heavy door open.
Of course, itâs because you come face to face with SSA Hotchner, who stands in front of you intimidatingly, gun holstered in his belt. âSorry, if I could just slip through.â Hotchner stays put as you tip toe around him, pulling the door shut behind you. He turns around with you as you step outside, pulling his notepad out.
âSSA Hotchner with the FBIâs behavioural analysis unit. Whatâs your name and relation to the suspect?â
You gasp quietly, eyes wide as you take in the agentâs words. âSuspect? Fred? I know heâs a jerk but a suspect? He doesnât kill people!â
Hotchner squints at you, pen stilling in his hand. âDid any of my agents specify that it was murder?â
âIt doesnât take a genius to know what the behavioural analysis at the FBI does. Also, I had a friend who works there.â
Hotch canât help the way his lip quirks up into an amused smile at your explanation. âI see. Do you want to answer my question?â
âSpencer will give you my answers.â Hotchâs eyebrows tug in the middle and his forehead wrinkles at the way a fleeting look of sadness overcomes your features at the mention of his subordinateâs name. He flicks his notepad shut then nods once, stepping out of your way to let you leave. You take a step away from him, opening your mouth with a quick intake of breath, words lingering on the tip of your tongue before you close it again with a quick change of your mind. âHave a good day, Agent Hotchner.â You say after a long pause, walking across the street and down a few houses until you reach your car, only your phone and a small clutch in hand.
The front door opens again, and Hotch glances up to meet Emilyâs eyes. She shakes her head softly, nodding towards the car, but as the two of them head in that direction, they realise theyâre missing someone from their troop. Emily glances back to Spencer, finding him frozen in place, staring at you as you reverse your car out of its parking. Once your car is placed correctly onto the road, you check your mirrors, but pause when you catch onto something in your peripheral vision. Spencer watches as you glance out of the window, meeting his eyes, and he feels his breath get stuck in his chest as he looks at you.
Spencer scolds himself the second he makes the decision, but he walks towards you anyway, smiling softly when you immediately roll the window down to greet him back into your life. âA murderer?â You ask, but Spencer shakes his head as he leans down to get a better look at you. âThe facts donât align between the victimsâ times of death, his locations, and overall, his personality. Oddly enough, he doesnât display the same confidence as our killerâs profile.â He laughs nervously to cover up the silence, adding âDonât worry, you didnât sleep with a serial killer.â
Your lips purse into an awkward smile, and your eyes light up as you joke âWell, even if I did, I slept with a guy who put away enough of them for it not to count.â
Spencerâs cheeks go pink and he scoffs out a laugh, laying a hand onto your window sill. Your eyes dip down to his hand, then back up to his eyes again. âHey, I know things ended weird, but I really donât want to end up with a serial killer.â Spencer smiles softly, then nods as he offers âRather end up with someone who puts them away?â
âYeah, you get it.â
Spencer turns around to the house, thinking of Frederickâs offer to you. âHow about we have dinner? Discuss and clear up how things ended?â
âYeah, Iâd like that. I can cook for us?â
âNo, let me take you out.â Your mouth parts, but you nod anyway. A honk behind you jolts both of you out of your daze, and Spencer quickly steps away and holds a hand up in a wave. You smile at him, quickly accelerating onto a different road. Spencer jumps into the backseat of the car, and Hotch begins driving away without a single word. Emily, on the other hand, turns around in her seat to stare at Spencer until the next words fly out of his mouth before he can help it.
summary: Nancy is deeply offended when she finds out her own sister is dating Jonathan Byers and hasn't told her, but after a little investigation, she finds out nothing was ever hidden from her. In fact, you and Jonathan were so open about your relationship that maybe she was just blind the whole time.
wc: 1.4k+
cw: nancy and jonathan never dated thanks, i villainise nancy once more i'm sorry
Nancy never considered herself to be particularly close with any of her siblings, but she never thought she had a bad relationship with them. Now, she canât help but rethink what she knows. She always thought that you'd come tell her about your relationships like she's somewhat done in the past. But as she stands across the street from her own house, she watches through your lit up window as Jonathan Byers pulls his shirt back onto his naked torso, your hands resting on his chest. Jonathan doesnât try swatting your hands away, even when his shirt canât slide all the way down his body â instead, his hands come up to cup your face, and he leans forward to kiss you.
Your sister gulps thickly as she shamelessly stares, feeling an ugly emotion build up inside her. Why wouldnât you tell her about having a boyfriend? Itâs not like sheâs never met this man before - that youâre keeping him secret from everyone in your circle. This is Jonathan. There was a point in time where she saw this man everyday. Sure, theyâre not exactly friends, but Nancy would have expected you to tell her that youâre seeing him. That heâs in your bedroom every night between your sheets with his shirt off, your hands on his bare skin. You donât even have to tell her all these details, but at least a little âJonathan and I are seeing each other.â
Jonathan now fishes your hands out from under his shirt, tugging you closer to him so he can kiss you deeper, but it doesnât last long before youâre pulling away from him. Nancy sees your lips move, face only inches away from Jonathan, and your boyfriend steps away from you, leaning down to grab his backpack and slinging it over one shoulder. He struggles to get his bag over his second arm, especially when you cling onto his side, draping yourself over his body. Jonathan hums, hands securing themselves on the dip of your waist when heâs finally comfortably settled, accepting the kisses you press all over his face. One of his hands leaves your waist to cradle the back of your head, guiding your lips back to his.
Nancy feels utterly betrayed. She feels stupid like this, just standing on her side of the road spying on her sister. She rushes across the street when Jonathan separates from you. She doesnât want to bump into him while he makes his way out of your window. She scrambles through her purse for a moment, looking for her keys before giving up and trying the door handle to see if she even needs them.
Luckily, the door is open. Nancy sighs as she pushes it open, wiping her feet on the doormat before entering the house. She doesnât think she can speak to anyone, so she heads straight towards the stairs, but she violently stops in her tracks when Jonathan comes skipping down them. He offers her a âHey, Nancyâ as he passes her, but all she can do is stay frozen as he passes her. She catches sight of some glitter on his cheeks as he zooms by, and she instantly knows which lip gloss of yours itâs from.
Maybe sheâll give you the benefit of the doubt. Maybe in a week youâll come to her and let her know that thereâs something going on between you and the Byers boy - that everything is very new and you hope things go well with him.
But that week goes by and you act the same as normal. You offer to drive Mike to Willâs when itâs late at night, and Nancy knows what you will be up to. She wonders if Mike and Will know. She wonders if the whole lot knows â Hopper who is often with the Byers, Steve and Robin who are often strung in weird experiments with you, Dustin who is somehow always with you and your friends. Everyone but her. So Nancy brings it upon herself to ask around about it, and who better to ask than your very best friend?
Robin shifts awkwardly on your doorstep, clearing her throat at the sight of a very still Nancy in the doorway. âCan I come in?â Robin asks, eyes glancing towards the stairs, which she needs to get to in order to retreat to your bedroom. In the meantime though, Nancy holds her hostage.
âCan I ask you something?â
Robinâs eyes widen in that very obvious sign of panic of hers, and she squeaks out a high-pitched âSure!â Nancy steps out of the doorway, letting Robin step into the house. Robin momentarily deliberates running up the stairs past Nancy, but instead, she follows your sister to the kitchen, awkwardly standing in the sport nearest to the door in case she needs an escape.
âWhy is my sister hiding her relationship from me?â Nancy asks in a confrontational tone, expecting Robinâs nerves to make her spill out the truth. But instead, Robinâs eyebrows furrow in a state of confusion, posture straightening in her own sense of surprise. âHiding?â Robin echoes, watching as Nancyâs eyebrows raise and she nods her head meanly, scoffing out âYeah, hiding.â
âNancy, sheâs not hiding anything - everyone knows about her and Jonathan.â
âHow does everyone know but me!?â Nancy questions, feeling deeply offended at the smirk that makes its way onto Robinâs face. âMaybe youâre the only one not paying attention. They havenât explicitly told anyone, Nancy. They didnât need to.â
Nancy almost flinches back at the honesty in Robinâs voice. What on earth is she on about? She doesnât realise that for the past three months you and Jonathan have been the most disgustingly adorable couple to be around. On the Byersâs couch during long nights, Jonathanâs arm around you whilst you nuzzle your face into his neck. Or when the entire crew is huddled together after making potentially life saving discoveries, and Jonathan drags you out of the room by the hand, stealing you away from everyone else.
Max and El have accidentally interrupted your kissing in the front seat of Jonathanâs car when retrieving Will's backpack. Dustin has walked in on your kissing in your own kitchen when you thought no one was home and he wanted a snack. Will has seen way more than he wanted to in the middle of the night when fetching water from the kitchen and interrupting a âmovie nightâ of yours. Steve and Robin took the brunt of it though, forced to constantly be exposed to whatever PDA you had to offer whenever you and Jonathan seemed to be in the same room.
But youâre not always this disgusting.
Everyone found out long before your relationship even happened from slight changes in behaviour around each other. Shy glances towards each other, volunteering to do things together, or even the quality of your voices when speaking to each other in comparison to everyone else. Then came the subtle hand-holding, the comforting hand on each otherâs arms, the growing comfort in each otherâs company. Obviously, this developed into the displays of affection your friends and family hate seeing, but in your defence most of the time youâre somewhere private! Semi-private. Whatever.
And still, Nancy hasnât noticed anything.
Even when Jonathan has parked his car down the street, waiting for you. Even when Mike has caught you halfway out the door, insisting you to take him with you to Willâs otherwise heâll tell your parents. Even when you both have a hushed argument downstairs, you telling him that you were leaving because thereâs already too many people in this house and him replying that heâll know what youâre doing either way so it wonât change anything. Nancy doesnât know how she didnât notice when youâve apparently been been dragging your feet down the street with Mike happily trailing behind you. All she couldâve done to find you out was look outside her window. But she never did. She never saw how youâd get in Jonathanâs car, giving him guilty eyes as Mike climbed into the backseat.
Jonathan would always give you an extra long kiss just to spite your younger brother, grinning when Mike would make a disgusted noise and heat would rush to your cheeks.
âIâm her sister though. She should tell me.â Nancy finally says, voice unstable.
âNancy, when have you ever told her anything about your life?â Robin genuinely asks, shrugging her shoulders in question. Nancy freezes, and Robin takes the chance to slowly step out of the room, running up the stairs when sheâs far enough to do so.
Oh dear, she cannot wait to tell you about the conversation sheâs just had. Youâre about to be so mad at Nancy.
pt.4 of when does it become cheating pt i pt ii pt iii
summary: when nancy's fancy birthday dinner that jonathan claimed was impossible to reserve is crashed by you and Steve's spontaneous date night, an argument between them breaks out. somehow, you and steve manage to crash that too.
wc: 1.3k+
âOoh, when you said we should go out tonight I wasnât expecting something so fancy.â
Nancy freezes at the sound of a familiar voice, fork stilling in her hand, but Jonathan only immobilises when Steve chuckles at your words, his sounds happy and secure. âHey, all I had to do was make one phone call to get us a table. And - you know - why shouldnât a normal night be a special one?â
Jonathan clenches his teeth so hard, he feels an immediate ache in his jaw. He had been on the waitlist of this restaurant for a month, thereâs no way Steve made the reservation this morning. Jonathan glances up at Nancy, noticing her unhappy expression. He immediately knows what sheâs thinking; why does her special birthday dinner have to be the equivalent of your spontaneous Wednesday night? More importantly though, why canât Jonathan meet Steveâs standards, and why couldnât Steve act like this when she was dating him?
Nancy and Jonathanâs eyes follow you and Steve, watching with resentment as the maitre dâ guides you and Steve to an empty table in the corner of the room with a gold nameplate with the word âreservedâ engraved into it. Of course, the table is next to the window so you and Steve can enjoy a nice view alongside your meal. As Steve pulls out your chair, Nancy glances over towards Jonathan. The waiter had pulled out her chair for her instead of her own boyfriend. She huffs, turning to look at her plate, poking at her food with her fork.
âCome on Nance,â Pleads Jonathan, âThis is a nice place, can we just enjoy ourselves?â A loud laugh answers the question for him, and he watches as Nancy slowly lifts her head to stare at you again, jealousy pooling in her irises as you laugh along to something Steve says, reaching across the table to place a hand on his bicep. Clearly, Jonathan thinks, neither of them are going to have a good time as long as you and Steve are here. It doesnât help either that the waiting staff are giving you so much attention, or that the two of you are so happy that you havenât even noticed the sulking couple sat only a few tables from you.
Jonathan is convinced that if he turns around to look at you both one more time, youâre sure to catch him and laugh in his face, but he canât help it when he can so easily see the way Nancyâs eyes flit over to you every few seconds. He calls her name once, but when Nancy turns her eyes to him, theyâre full of anger. Jonathan doesnât know what he did to deserve that glare, itâs not like he planned your and Steveâs arrival. He risks a glance back and immediately feels his heart sink. Why on earth do you look happier with Steve than youâve ever looked with him? Your smile reaches the stars that live in your eyes but never shone around Jonathan, and the melody of your laugh plays only when Steveâs words act as your guitar.
Everything is obviously just great.
First, he and Nancy had to spend weeks convinced that you and Steve were prancing around together just days after the breakups you had been so angry at them for, only to find out a little too late that you had never dated in the first place. Until that very moment, of course. Then, they found out that the kids had been coming to you with trips they had always spoken about but never brought up to Jonathan or Nancy due to their constant rejections. Of course, being the token friend parents of all kids brought you all undeniably closer together, and now youâre their favourite, and also a happy couple.
A couple whose spontaneous date night is occurring at the same location of Nancyâs special birthday dinner that Jonathan kept insisting was near impossible to book.
âHow can they just be so happy?â Nancy questions with an envious gesture. She canât believe she had to ask her mom to go out with her boyfriend when youâve probably been unofficially living with Steve for weeks now. She risks another glance at you, rolling her eyes when she catches sight of your foot grazing against Steveâs leg underneath the table. âWe should just go.â She decides, wiping her mouth with her napkin before placing it on the table and standing up.
Her chair screeches loudly as she pushes it back, interrupting the romantic jazz playing in the restaurant. Of course, it catches the attention of a certain couple on the other side of the room, and Nancy nods her head at Jonathan for him to get up. âLet me pay the bill, you can go turn on the car for now.â
Curious eyes follow Nancy as she leaves the restaurant, and you smile to yourself as you bite into another mouthful of food. In front of you, Steve smirks at your expression, raising a single eyebrow up at you. âDonât be cruel.â You tell him, and Steve chuckles as he chews on his tender steak.
âImagine being so caught up in someoneâs presence yet not noticing them waving at you from across the room.â Steve thinks aloud, glancing back at Jonathan and Nancyâs now empty table. He scoffs to himself in amusement, reaching forward again to grab your hand again. He lifts it up, pressing his lips to your knuckles despite the butteriness of his lips, and he smiles when you giggle quietly, tilting your head to the side. âSo Hopper asked me to look after El tomorrow because sheâs been in a mood lately, so I donât think Iâll be able to see you after your shift.â
Steve frowns, a wrinkle forming across his forehead as he thinks it through. He may or may not have formed slight attachment issues to you over the past couple of months, but he doesnât find it all problematic yet. âOr how about I come join you guys when Iâm done? I can bring pizza, sheâll enjoy the extra company?â You wiggle your hand out of Steveâs so you can bring a hand up to his face, caressing his cheek softly. âOkay, that sounds good.â Steve grins, blowing you a sweet kiss, and the two of you silently return to your food.
When dinner is paid for, Steve guides you out of the restaurant with his hands on your waist, following close behind you. The two of you stand in the chilly weather as the valet fetches Steveâs car, and he makes the most of it by holding you closely, your back to his chest as the wind blows past you. He presses a kiss to your cheek, and you giggle loudly, turning around to face him so he can press a kiss to your lips. Steveâs car arrives not long later, and you quickly hop in to the passengerâs seat, letting him drive off. Unluckily for you, the parking lot is giant and confusing, and you and Steve spend ten minutes trying to weave your way out of the parking. However, on the way out, the carâs headlights light up two people stood between two cars, almost completely hidden from sight. Theyâre clearly arguing, movements wild as they gesture at each other, their voices loud.
Steve slows down as he approaches them, rolling his window down despite your protests. He puts a hand on your thigh, patting you twice as a little signal to trust him. You shrug as he calls out âSorry to bother, do you guys know how we can find the exit?â The man steps out from in front the woman, unobstructing both your views from Nancy as he turns around, revealing to you who he is. Both you and Steve go silent when you realise who youâre standing in front of, and Steve holds a hand up in apology before slowly retreating his hand into the car to begin rolling his window back up as he drives away.
Your boyfriend hears the sharp inhale you take to stop yourself from laughing, and he squeezes your thigh, repeating your own words back to you. âDonât be cruel.â
