like real people do [ronance ⚢]

8. yours, robin

a/n: well. it's been 2 years. believe it or not i am still in my ronance era. I just logged back into this account and read all of the lovely comments you guys left in my absence!! thank you so much for that!! i found some drafts here that i wrote years ago. (again: drafts. they're unedited and were written by a 16 year old in 2022. bear with me). I don't know if anyone is gonna read this but I figured it would be better to post it than for it to rot in my drafts!

tw: major character death, blood (?), hurt no comfort (yeah they're going through it in this one, sorry about that)

only a couple of hours ago, nancy had been laying on robin's chest.

she'd felt her fingers, stroking the back of her head.

she'd felt her lips, meeting her forehead over and over, whispering sweet little nothings against her skin.

and she'd felt her heartbeat. beneath the layers of clothing and her perfect, soft skin, she had felt the thundering pulse.
only briefly, of course. but she remembers. she'd placed her palm over where she felt it the strongest.

she'd met robin's gaze then.

'how come that I've only found you now? when the world is, quite literally, ending?' she whispered.
'well, i've found you when i needed you most' robin replied, her voice at an equal low volume.
'everyone needs someone when the world is falling apart.'

she chuckled, kissing her forehead yet another time. she'd been gentle, nancy remembers. so so gentle. as if she was a porcelain doll, that would crack open if she wasn't careful.

'would it be a crazy thing to do if i told you i loved you?' she suddenly said.
nancy's heartbeat must've stopped for a second, then.
she tried to bring robin closer to her, a task that was seemingly impossible as they were already as close as they could somehow be.

'why don't you find out?' she grinned cheekily.
and, of course, robin did. she was robin and the world was ending after all. so she might as well try her luck with nancy 'the priss' wheeler right?
'nancy wheeler' she cleared her throat dramatically. 'i, robin buckley, might love you'

she raised her brows.
'might?'
'well, it is too early to know for sure isn't it?'
nancy had laughed then, thinking the two of them were left a lifetime ahead of them to exchange i love you's, and kisses and stolen moments like these.

'in that case, i might just love you too' she could feel robin's smile against her skin and her hand tightening all so slightly in her brown curls.

they both knew that these moments were just the calm before the storm. that it was just the beginning of something they might not survive.
yet they somehow clung to the other's body for dear life, hoping that the tenderness of the moment might cause the fear that had gripped them to vanish.

nancy had fallen asleep only a couple of minutes later, the beat of robin's heart in her ear as she drifted off to sleep slowly.

-

just a couple of hours ago, nancy thinks to herself, as she stares into the mirror in front of her, robin had been alive.

and then everything had gone wrong.

-

originally, they were supposed to go to the old creel house with steve, but after nancy had fallen under vecna's curse, robin refused to let her go there another time.

'I'm not risking that' she'd said, with a kind of confidence in her voice that none of those who had heard knew from her.

'dustin and i can replace you' eddie offered. 'the two of you distract the evil bats and dustin and i go with steve'