Steve is Robins beard/no upside down AU where Robin and Steve run away and get married after Robin graduates because she gets outed in the last few weeks of highschool and its the only way to stop her parents from sending her to a christan all girls college.
Originally the cover up plan is for Robin and Steve to tell her parents that they just recently started dating and a girl in band started the rumor about Robin being a lesbian because she was jealous and hoped it would make Steve and Robin break up. They can fake date and then "break up" after Robin goes off to college in Chicago, claiming the distance was too much.
Robins mom is fully ready to accept this as fact, after all it will do so much for their status in town if her daughter marries into the Harrington family
Robins dad, on the other hand, hates the idea of his only daughter being with the son of Richard Harrington. He watched the bastard play with his sisters heart in highschool before running off to marry some rich girl and will be damned if he sees the same happen to his daughter. No it will be better if he put an end to all of this and ships her off to Mount Saint Marys so she never has to see the Harrington boy again.
Cue Robin and Steve aided by Joyce and Hopper making a plan for them to run away because Steve will be damned if all of Robins dreams are crushed because her father wants to be an over protective asshole. They decide the easiest way to stop her dad from tracking them down and forcing Robin to come home is if they get married.
So the night after graduation, Robin sneaks out of her house and steals away into the night with Steve. They drive all night until they make it to chicago as the sun is rising. Joyce has a cousin who lives in the city and is willing to let Robin and Steve stay in her spare room until they get settled.
Carina has the same motherly warmth as Joyce, though she never married or had kids instead choosing to live with her " Capital R Roomate" Marjorie. Of course, the two women know the truth of Robin and Steves situation and as soon as the court house opens, they bear witness as Steve and Robin sign the marriage papers and offically become Steve and Robin Buckley-Harrington
They actually fought quite a bit on last names Steve insisting that he should take the last name Buckley because fuck his parents, while Robin still angry at her father wanted to become a Harrington just to spite him. Carina is the one who convinces them to hyphenate after, to her horror and amusement they suggest combining their lastnames and becoming the Buckington's (Steves idea) or the Harringley's (Robins idea)
Steve and Robin find jobs together at a local coffee shop and after Robins first semester at school working towards a degree in linguistics, Steve decides to apply for community college eventually deciding he wants to become a school councilor, he loves working with kids and hey if he can help atleast one kid all the schooling will be worth it.
Steve and Robin love the city and once they both graduate -Robin ending up adding a teaching degree in with her linguitics- they get jobs teaching at a local middle school Steve as the guidance counciler and Robin teaching French and Latin. They talk briefly about getting divorced after a few years but after almost dying in a fire together when starcourt burned down they're trauma bonded for life, honestly steve doesnt know who he was kidding thinking he'd be fine staying in Hawkins until the kids graduated while Robin went off to Chicago.
Carina and Marjorie introduce Robin and Steve to the queer scene in Chicago and Steve has his bisexual awakening. Robin becomes Steves beard just as much as he is hers. They both date around a bit, but nothing serious ever comes of it theres not many people who can handle the combined force that is "Steve And Robin Platonic With A Capital P Soulmates"
Enter professional substitute teacher/drama club advisor Eddie Munson and brand new lead journalist of the Chicago Tribune Nancy Wheeler, who are both confused, gay and unwilling to be homewreckers but cant help but to be sucked into Robin and Steves orbit all the same
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𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐱 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
editor nancy wheeler x journalist reader headcanons
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: working for nancy wheeler? absolutely. especially when your new boss likes to fuck you occasionally...
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1819
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ mature content! (MDNI), implied cheating, fingering, oral, strap on, pet names, praise kink, overstimulation, semi-public sex, mention of spanking (once), dom!nancy wheeler, not beta read so errors are guaranteed (as always let me know if i missed anything :) )
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: currently experiencing nancy wheeler brainrot. (can you tell?)
from your very first day at your new job, nancy has an eye on you.
she's always caring & gentle with you, encouraging you to bring up your ideas for future articles.
she's also extremely considerate of your ideas. and even though you don't immediately notice it, there is some favoritism going on (out of all of your coworkers, nancy definitely likes you best)
but it takes you quite some time to notice and to understand what she wants from you.
the first thing you do notice is the way she always seeks physical touch:
the way she leans against you from behind to read what you've written so far.
the way she places her slender fingers on your shoulder, tightening them over your skin...
but it doesn't bother you. not in the slightest.
you can't help yourself but lean back against her...ass pressed against her front. to push your shoulders further into her palms.
and you know that she knows
one day she is wearing a loose blouse.
your eyes immediately move down her body, to where the blouse is stuffed into the hem of a tight black skirt.
she would approach you with an extra sway of her hips, causing your heart to beat a mile a minute.
and, as if that didn't get you worked up yet, she leans over your desk to talk to you.
the blouse barely covers her as she hovers over you.
"meet me in my office after work"
and just like that, you spend the rest of your day with soaked panties and a heart that is racing in anticipation.
that is how you ended up bent over nancy's desk for the first time all while she's pounding into you from behind
"such a pretty pussy. take me so well"
every single day that follows at work is pure bliss
you never thought you'd end up in such a situation, especially not with your boss...but oh well...
nancy turns out to be the biggest tease
she's even touchier with you after that first incident: putting her hand on your thighs under your desk, rubbing your back while she praises you for your work
“oh i love how you phrased that..."
and then, lowering her voice while bringing her mouth to your ear...
“i think...yeah i think i'm gonna reward you for that later. would you like that?"
she knows exactly how to make you want her, even in the most inconvenient times.
she will just call you into her office, ask you to close the door on your way in and then slam you against the wall.
and her touch is so different from anything you have ever known. her fingers are firm and confident as they flick over your clit.
nancy just knows exactly what she's doing.
giving head is something nancy is particularly passionate about.
she'll sit you down on her table, spread you wide open for her, and put her head between your thighs until you're a squirming mess for her.
and she enjoys it.
“fuck- god y/n- taste so good on my tongue. never tasted such a good pussy before god"
she'll appreciate it when you hold onto her head, pull and tug her hair to where you want her.
and she enjoys the sharp pain on her scalp when you're close to cumming and tug more harshly. it's the one weakness of hers you love to take advantage of.
nancy loves being possessive with you. you know you can't have her -not outside of the office at least- but when she fucks you, you're all hers.
you've seen the way she slips the ring off of her finger before you walk into her office. you've heard her on the phone with whoever is waiting for her at home.
you know this is wrong. but all doubts are out of the window when she's thrusting into you. telling you about the stressful day that she had and how she needs to have you.
and who are you to decline such a sweet offer?
you'd never tell but you love it when she gets like this. when she's stressed out or even angry after work and she is in need of some stress relief.
that stress relief happens to be you.
she would pound her fingers into you until you're completely fucked out.
she'd just go on about how terrible everything went, while her knuckles meet your cunt over and over again.
nancy loves it when you ride her in her chair.
she would just sit and watch, sometimes hold your hands behind your back to restrict your movements all while you lose it on her strap.
"such a needy girl aren't you? you love it when i take you like this don't you? say it...say it!"
and, god, you will say it. in fact, you would do anything for nancy when she's this deep inside of you, fucking you better than anyone ever has.
you can't help but babble mindless nothings against her ear while she pounds into you.
but your begging and moaning only turns nancy on further, only motivates her to move her hips faster to meet yours over and over again.
"oh are you gonna cum pretty girl? are you gonna cum for me? yeah?"
her mocking tone drives you insane. you love it.
you're drooling all over her, your head against her neck as your vision blurs.
but nancy is relentless.
she won't stop until you come all around her strap.
and sometimes she won't stop after that either...sometimes nancy will fuck you through one orgasm after the other until you're nothing but a sobbing mess.
after you've come down from your height and nancy has moved her strap out of you, don't you dare think she's done with you.
"do you see that? see the mess you've made?"
she'll spread her legs, let you see the glistening dildo that is attached to her and stands between her thighs.
"clean it up"
and before you know it, you're on your knees for her, sucking her strap clean.
nancy loves to take you all over the office, late at night when your coworkers have left already...
over your desk; her body between your thighs, your leg wrapped around her hip and three of her fingers knuckle deep inside you. she loves watching your face when she makes you scream through the entire top floor in pleasure.
"that's it. that's right...god you sound so pretty when you scream for me..."
against the window of her office; with your body bent over while she's eating you out from behind, her hands set firmly on your ass.
she could lap on your throbbing cunt for hours, taking in every drip of arousal you can give her.
and she's not afraid to land some hard smacks on your ass, that never fail to make you whimper (the perfect combination of pain and pleasure)
“oh such a dirty girl...bet you love it when i do that. don't you?"
in the elevator; once the doors have closed behind you, and neither of you can wait until the safety of nightfall, she will press you up against the wall and shove her leg between your thighs.
"we don't have much time. you better make good use of it"
you are, by all means, your boss's personal fuck toy.
and, as humiliating as it might be, you love it.
you love it when she fucks you, hard and fast, when she makes you moan out her name, and when she makes you get on your knees for her.
"come on, let me use that pretty mouth of yours"
you would go down on nancy anytime, but it is quite a rare occasion.
when she does ask you to do so it fucking paradise.
she would hold you by the hair, rock her hips into your pretty face while her arousal drips down your chin.
"oh- oh god- right there y/n"
her soft moans ring in your ears.
“such a good girl, letting me fuck her tongue like this"
and when she comes, she does it loudly; her back arching in a beautiful bend, her mouth open, her juices flowing out of her.
on some days, nancy loves to watch you sit on the edge of her table while you're fucking yourself for her.
she simply leans back in her chair to enjoy the little show you're giving her.
you're throwing your head back, moaning -begging- for her to finally touch you.
but she's just sitting there, watching you through half-lidded eyes.
"look at me while you play with that pretty pussy of yours. does it feel good?"
of course it doesn't feel half as good as it does when she's fucking you but you're taking it nonetheless, rolling your hips against your fingers as if they weren't your own.
but just when you're about to cum, she asks you to stop. and if you can't, she'll get up and force your fingers out of your needy cunt.
"need me this bad don't you? that you're willing to make such a mess of your of your pretty fingers? such a dirty mess..."
when she finally plunges her own fingers into you, she’s picking up a fast pace while making you see stars.
and it doesn't end here.
it usually ends with her on her knees, making you gush all over her tongue with her fingers still buried inside of you.
one of nancy's favorite ways to make you cum is on her thigh though.
so that she can feel the wetness of your bare cunt against her slacks.
she'll guide your hips against herself, helping you chase your orgasm while her mouth mumbles dirty things against your neck.
"oh what a dirty slut you are. look at my pants...they were new too...can't believe you've made such a mess of them"
you will be left without another choice besides holding onto her black blazer for dear life, using it to hold your body upright.
and when you finally get home from work, it all gets worse, your pussy aching for nancy's touch.
you fall asleep with your thighs rubbing together in anticipation of what's to come on the next day.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
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what's all this talk about love? - now complete on ao3!
Rating: Mature
Relationship: Chrissy Cunningham/Nancy Wheeler
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Runaway Bride,This is very loosely based on Runaway Bride, Lesbian Nancy Wheeler, Gay Eddie Munson, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson, Past Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Past Chrissy Cunningham/Gareth, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Mechanic!Chrissy, mechanic!Eddie, journalist!nancy, Priest!Gareth, Asshole Jason Carver, Technically there is Chrissy/Steve, But they're both comphet-ing super duper hard the whole time, Eventual Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Discussions of and allusions to domestic violence, high school football coach!steve
Word Count: 19,345
Chapters: 3/3
written as a birthday gift (finished deeply belated) for @hexiewrites!
Chapter One Snippet:
Nancy handed over the can of hairspray, extending her other hand. “Nancy Wheeler,” she said as the other woman accepted her extended hand, shaking it.
“Chrissy Cunningham,” she said, smiling wide. “What brings you to Hawkins, Nancy Wheeler?”
No way. Absolutely no way was this tiny peppy sprite of a woman the calculating serial heartbreaker Jason Carver made her out to be. She barely looks like she could kill a mosquito let alone leave three men at the altar!
Nancy cleared her throat. “Actually, you do.”
Chrissy withdrew her hand, backing up. “What do you mean?”
“I’m a journalist from Chicago–” Nancy started.
“ –you met Jason didn’t you? God, why can’t he just leave me alone?” Chrissy looked up at the ceiling, visibly tensing.
“I’d really like to sit down with you and get your side of the story if you have time this weekend–”
“Absolutely not. My life is not some salacious story for whatever cut rate tabloid you work for, Wheeler,” Chrissy said coldly, fury overtaking her expression. “‘ My side of the story?’ You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
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