Stonathan ❤️

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NOT MINE!!

all credits go to makemelovely on ao3

A/N: sorry for not posting for so long!

"I'll have the money to you by Friday!" Nancy promises Murray, her landlord. She paces in the kitchen, socked feet sliding slightly against the hardwood. Strands of hair have escaped her ponytail and hang around her face, wisps brushing against freckled skin and high cheekbones.

"Whatever, Wheeler." He sighs into the phone, and Nancy's eyes narrow because she can hear him rolling his eyes.

Whatever, Murray, she thinks, only minimally spiteful. You try being a journalist in fucking New York City. It's a lot harder to pay rent when there are twelve of you who have connections that I can only dream of having.

"I'll have it by Friday. I swear." Nancy repeats through gritted teeth, turning slightly to see Jonathan entering the kitchen in a dark blue t-shirt and boxer shorts. His hair is a sleepy mess, and Nancy forces a quick smile his way before tuning back into Murray.

Whatever he's saying has nothing to do with rent, and quickly makes her skin crawl. "So, how are you and Jonathan? Anything picked up there lately?"

"Well, I'm a lesbian, and Jonathan's boyfriend is very happy with him. Thank you so much for asking. It's none of your business, but I'm so glad you keep hounding us incessantly. Bye now." Nancy hangs the phone up, her fake cheery voice disappearing into a pained groan.

Jonathan pats her awkwardly on the shoulder, moving past her to put bread into the toaster. "The greatest day of our lives will be the day Murray minds his own fucking business." He tells her.

Nancy laughs dryly. "I think we'll both be dead by then."

"Probably."

The two friends share a laugh, and for a minute Nancy feels at peace with the world. Then she remembers it's Monday and she has to give Murray two hundred bucks by the end of the week. Shit. She hates doing this, but desperate times call for desperate measures. "Hey, do you still have that photography gig open on Wednesday?"

Jonathan nods. "Yeah, you need it?"

"Definitely. Can I borrow one of your cameras?" Nancy asks.

Jonathan bites his lip, mentally running through which cameras would work the best for the shoot and which ones are available. "I think Rob is available for one o'clock, I'll just need it back by four."

Nancy grins, fondly remembering the day he chose the name Robert for one of his cameras. It had been three weeks before he and Steve had started dating, and they were hellbent on sleeping with anybody but the love of their life. Jonathan's partner at the moment had been Robert, and the moment he had seen Steve, he blurted out that of course he was being used. God, who wouldn't use somebody to get over someone like Steve.

It had been the funniest thing in the world at the time, and when Steve bought him the camera, it had felt right. "Can do, boss." Nancy winks playfully, stealing a slice of toast when the telltale ding sounds in their apartment.

"Nance!" Jonathan protests.

Nancy shrugs innocently, smirking through a mouthful of toast. "What?" She swallows quickly, ducking out of the kitchen to get the last word.

"Okay, Rob," Nancy gently pats Jonathan's camera. "Let's have a good shoot today." She ignores the odd stairs on the crowded elevator, the last of the lunch rush dwindling down as people returned to their jobs.