Ronance one shots

Her calvins (smut)

It's movie night at Steve and Robin's apartment, and it could truly not come soon enough.

The day-to-day fuckery of the Hawkins Post has somehow not changed one bit since you interned there. Evidently there is just an endless supply of asshole male reporters and editors out there to replace the old ones who've been turned into goo. At least you're also a reporter now and they have to at least pretend to respect you ... right?

Needless to say, you're definitely in need of the greasy pizza, cheap beer, and endless laughs that come with this oh-so-comforting tradition with your chosen family. Not to mention a good old cuddle sesh with one Robin Buckley would certainly work miracles to ease the tension that has been building all week. She always lets you cuddle extra close when Eddie picks the movie - undoubtedly some gruesome horror flick - like he did tonight.

The thought of Robin's dainty yet strong arms wrapped around you sends a chill through your entire body, and you can't help but bite your lip as you think of the way she gently runs he finger tips down your arm, absentmindedly. She's probably not even aware of what she's doing to you, but God is she doing something to you. It's something the old Nancy Wheeler likely would have fought to deny, to repress. But the Nancy Wheeler of today, the one who's almost died far too many times and who's seen way more than any 22-year-old should have at this point in life, says fuck it. Fuck the societal norms and all that other bullshit. Life is far too short to not go for what you want. And ever since you moved back to Hawkins after college, all you really want is Robin freaking Buckley.

The years have been kind to Robin. Not that she wasn't pretty before - because good God she was - but you could swear your whole world turned on its axis when you saw her for the first time upon returning home. She was still the same old Robin, bubbly and rambling and sarcastic, but her features had matured like a fine wine, and all the feelings that you'd worked to repress for the other girl for literal years had come bursting out like a God damn geyser. Because, yeah, if you're being really honest with yourself, you've had a thing for her since the first time you saw her in that damn Scoops Ahoy uniform.

As you pull into the drive way of the apartment complex, you almost think you should devise some sort of game plan for how you're doing to play things with Robin tonight. Because god knows the shameless flirting you've been laying on her for literal months now has not worked. In fact, the only real thing it's accomplished is tipping Steve and Eddie off to your crush. Robin, bless her heart, is still as oblivious as ever. Though Steve argues that "it's only because she would never think in a million years that you'd be into her."

The thought makes you sad, because who in their right mind wouldn't want her? But given the very tumultuous on-again, off-again whatever-ship she had with Vickie, you can almost understand her lack of confidence. The redhead had put poor Robin through the ringer for years, dragging her along, only to ultimately end up engaged - out of the blue - to that same blonde douche bag she'd been dating in high school. It weirdly makes you feel better about the fact that you never liked the girl, especially for Robin. But it also makes your blood boil knowing she got to be all the firsts for Robin that you selfishly wish you could have been. And for what? To break her heart? Bitch.

You try to put it all out of your head, because thinking anyone hurting Robin makes you irrationally angry. So you quickly exit your car and make your way towards the Harrington/Buckley residence.

They gave you your own key a while ago so you let yourself in, and of course, the first thing you hear is Eddie and Steve arguing (playfully of course). From what you can gauge it's something about how Jason is a scarier villain than Freddy, and you have a pretty good idea what you're going to be watching (Steve always let's Eddie win eventually, so Nightmare on Elm Street it is). You walk into the kitchen, already amused, and are immediately pulled into the argument.