#stay jaloux bye

[oscar-piastri]

leon marchand

[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 5

Part 4 | part 6

↝a/n: I don't want to hear a single thing about the French being wrong. I had to use Google so blame it. Anyway, sorry this is late, been very busy and been stressing.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝ Warning: slightly proofread. Possible spoilers, Canon events, Google translated French, pinning

↝⎙ 8.12.23

Robin couldn't help but admire you as you caught your breath.

Writing a decent essay in French wasn't going to be easy, which is why this is the 3rd day in a row Robin had invited you over after school to finish the partnered project.

To be honest, the essay was long forgotten. You two were just going through phrases in French at this point. Well, Robin was teaching you more French. You just couldn't wrap your head around it, no matter how hard you tried.

After you were paying so much attention to her mouth and the way it moved, you couldn't help but find it hilarious, and in turn, Robin began laughing too.

It was probably around 9 by now, and you two had barely any of the paper done, but you kept wanting to hear her talk. For educational purposes, obviously.

“tu es belle.” (you're beautiful) Robin wasn't worried about you knowing what she was saying. It honestly felt freeing to be able to admit things openly, with you not knowing what it was she was saying.

She adored how you looked at her so confused, with your eyebrows furrowed. Her hand was practically shaking from not being able to lean forward and wipe the wrinkled skin away.

“tu es magnifique aujourd'hui" (you look beautiful today) She kept teasing you.

“Are you going to tell me what you're saying?”

“No, I don't think I will.”

You smiled, basking in how comfortable you felt around her at that moment. You wish it could stay like this. Neither of you broke eye contact as she continued, “Tes yeux brillent si joliment aujourd'hui. Le ciel nocturne devrait être jaloux.” (Your eyes are shining so beautifully today. The night sky should be jealous.)

“I should probably pay more attention in class.” You chuckled, looking down at your lap, fiddling with the cover of the notebook. Robin was back to admiring you and your blushing cheeks.

“You're cute.” Robin's smile dropped; her whole being scared of what she just said… out loud…to the person she'd fancied for what felt like forever. She wanted to disappear right then and there.

“What?” You glanced up from your notebook, still smiling- as if you hadn't heard what she had said.

“I said you look like a fruit.” Pushing away the feeling of wanting to kick herself for her stupidity on the situation, the choice of words had her internally spiraling. What kind of answer was that? You certainly do not look anything like a fruit.

“That doesn't even make sense.”

“Well I'm sleep-deprived.” She pulled her blanket closer to her, wrapping it around her body to find any comfort. “And it's tu ressembles à un fruit.”

After a moment, you nodded, before standing up and gathering your stuff. “It's getting late.”

“Yeah-yeah, uh,” She flung the blanket off, standing to help you gather everything sprawled across her bed and floor. “I guess we lost track of time.”

“Yeah.” Flinging your backpack over your shoulder, you pointed at her door. “I can show myself out. You need to be getting ready for bed-wouldn't want to keep you up any later.”

“A-alright. Yeah, bye. Be careful.” She stayed standing in that spot even after you closed her bedroom door.

She was not sleeping tonight; she already knew that much. She'd stay up all night thinking about you. And how you looked when you smiled or laughed. A joyous sight and sound, really.

Your leg shook from nerves.

“Can you stop? You're shaking the car.” Nancy glared at you from the rearview mirror.

Digging your nails into your thigh, you stopped them from shaking anymore. “Sorry.”

Robin glanced back, noting your nervousness. “It's going to be okay.” Her voice was barely over a whisper.

“What if it's not? Two of our friends have already died because of this Vecna creep. We have no way to contact Mike or any of the Byers. What if something is happening up there too? I mean, they should've called by now. Mike promised he would call when he got up there-”

“We haven't been home, y/n.”

“I was! He didn't call all yesterday.”

“He's having fun with his friend and girlfriend. Calm down.”

Robin's eyes went back and forth between you and Nance. You were usually calm, or made it seem that way. Ever since you woke up in a frenzy, you had seemed on edge.

“What if he's not?” You whispered one last time, as Nancy pulled up to the school.

“We don't have time to think about that right now. Come on.”

"It was here. Right here.” Max was almost hysterical as she kept repeating the same thing over and over since you ran into the school. She kept talking about a grandfather clock in the wall.

If you were anyone else, you would be calling her crazy, maybe even making a phone call to the nearest psych ward.

“A grandfather clock?” Nancy almost seemed bored as she asked.

“It was so real and then, when I got closer, suddenly I just… I woke up.”

“It was like she was in a trance or something.” Dusting spoke, “Exactly like Eddie said happened to Chrissy.” A cold hill went down your spine, causing goosebumps to make your arm hair stand up. Folding your arms over your chest, you continued to pay attention.

Max turned around. “That's not even the bad part.”

"Fred and Chrissy, they both came to Miss Kelley for help.” You looked at the files on the desk. “Uh, they both were having headaches-bad headaches that wouldn't go away. And then-then the nightmares. Trouble sleeping. They'd wake up in a cold sweat. And then they started seeing things. Bad things…from their past.” The desk slowly creaked as you leaned against it, giving Max your full attention. “And these visions-- they just kept getting worse and worse, until eventually…everything ended.” Your eyes shot down to the ground.

What were you to do about all of this? This is too much for this group that consisted of teens and young adults. Before, you had El. But now, she was in California, without any powers.

Robin's voice broke you out of your thoughts that were running a mile a second. “Vecna's curse.”

“Chrissy's headache started a week ago.”

“She kept asking for medicine almost every time I saw her.” She had taken nearly 2/3 of your medicine on your side table.

“Fred's started 6 days ago.” The blood from you biting your lip tasted salty and like metal. “I've been having them for 5 days.”

The air in the room became stale, almost like the air fell flat. “I don't know how long I have. All I know is that, for Fred and Chrissy, they both died less than 24 hours after their first vision. And I just saw that goddamn clock, so,” Max's breath became uneven, “Looks like I'm gonna die tomorrow.”

A loud click made you jump and turned to where the sound came from.

“Stay here.” Steve looked at you guys, before walking towards the door. Before he opened it, he grabbed the lamp.

Not listening, you all stood and walked after him, through the dark school halls.

You could hear his uneven breathing from where you were. Or maybe that was you. You couldn't really tell at this point.

The sound continued as you walked behind Steve. It clattered, almost sounding like rapid running.

It grew louder until something came around the corner. Everyone screamed, Steve held the lamp up, going to strike, as your arms went up in the air, flashlight clattering to the floor as you turned on your heels, going to grab the nearest person. No matter how much you tried to move, your feet stayed in place, causing you to double over and fall onto your knees, bringing the person with you.

“It's me!”

“Lucas?!”

“It's me!” Lucas looked as if he were about to cry. You would too if you had nearly gotten beaten to death by a lamp.

“Holy shit!” You fell back onto your butt, facing the scene.

“Jesus!” Steve yelled, bringing the lamp back down to his side. “What is wrong with you, Sinclair?!”

Lucas tried to catch his breath with his hands on his hips, nearly doubling over. "I'm sorry."

Robin, who you had taken down with you, stood and held her hand out to help you up. You held up your finger, “I need a second.” You might've peed yourself a little.

“I could've taken you out with this lamp!” Steve shook the lamp in his grip, furious.

“Sorry, guys.” Lucas continued to pant, “Sorry. I was… I was biking for eight miles.”

Grabbing Robin's hand, you let her pull you up.

“Give me a second. Shit.” Lucas continued to pant through his words, “We've got a code red.”

“What?”

“Dustin,” He walked forward, “I've been with Jason, Patrick, and Andy, and they've gone, like, totally off the rails. They're trying to capture Eddie, and they think you know where he is.” He spoke as fast as he could, while also trying to breathe. “You're in terrible danger.”

“Alright. Yeah, that definitely sucks, but we've got bigger problems than Jason right now.” Dustin looked back and Max, Lucas following him.

After Nancy and Robin came up with the plan about being Ruth and Rose, your leg went back to shaking, and your teeth went back to biting into your lip, taking chunks out.

While everyone was getting a bit of shut-eye last night, you were wide awake. There wasn't really a thought that took up more space in your head than the other 10 thousand. Every time you tried to shut your eyes, Chrissy's face was painted on the back of your eyelids. Occasionally, you could hear her screams when you tried to tune out Steve's snoring. Max hadn't gone to bed, she stayed sitting at the desk, writing. What, you hadn't gotten a clue.

Currently, Steve was following Nancy after he had been stuck on babysitting duty yet again.

“Nancy, you're outta your mind if you think I'm babysitting again.” Coming out of your room, you pulled the new, clean clothes closer to your body and walked after him into her room.

“Okay, first of all, they're not babies anymore. And Max is in real danger.”

Steve scoffed at her as you plopped on her bed, wrinkling her made bed.

“She needs people around her.”

“I know. But why does it always have to be me?”

“Y/n is here too.” Nancy reminded, pointing at you.

“Oh my god, you have a Tom Cruise poster.” Robin walked into the room, going straight for the poster and side table. “You have a Tom Cruise poster.” She turned and smirked at Nancy, who was going through her closet.

“That's…old. It's just…"

Robin laughed before digging into the table,

“Can you please not touch anything?”

You leaned over, looking at whatever Robin was going through.

“I just- I can't do anything here, Nance. Maybe I can be helpful with this asylum director dude. I dunno. I could turn on my…my charm.”

“Not the charm we need.”

“Ouch.”

“No, I just,” Nancy sighed, stepping away from the closet. You followed Robin with your eyes as she stood and moved to the dresser. “I did a little digging last night, and it turns out this Dr. Hatch is a distinguished fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and a Harvard visiting scholar, okay? This is a lifelong student of the world. If we're going to win him over, we're gonna have to convince him we are too.”

Robin opened the music box that laid on top of the dresser, music softly played as Nancy continued to talk, softening the blow. “That, like him, we are true academic scholars.”

“Holy shit.” Robin whispered, turning around to show the music box. “There's a little ballerina in here.” She bit her lip.

Looking away, you tried to hide the pink on your cheeks. She was so cute.

Steve began nodding his head, turning back to Nancy. “Academic scholar. She's giving you an academic scholar vibe? Yeah.”

Rolling her eyes, Robin closed the box, putting it back.

“No, but…” Robin scoffed, turning around. “She will.”

Nance held up a pink dress.

“Oh, please tell me that you're joking.”

"They're not answering.”

Sighing, you slammed the phone back into the wall.

“They're probably out.”

“You said that for the last 4 calls. It's been over an hour.”

Dustin walked over, “Y/n, Mike is most likely out having fun with El and Will. Please, calm down.”

“Yeah,” Sighing again, you plopped back into the couch, "Yeah, you're probably right."

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